Chapter 4: Valerie Learns All

Stephanie and Ranger and I enjoyed a marvelous weekend together.

Stephanie reveled in the freedom she experienced away from her parents and in the unending sexual attention she received from the two males in this ménage. And although I never had the opportunity to fuck my lovely granddaughter as I had envisioned, I too experienced much satisfaction.

It was Ranger who seemed most content with the situation as our relations developed. And no wonder: he called the shots. I had already accepted his dominance over me before Stephanie arrived. (It may seem shameful to you, dear reader, but not only was I too lazy to make the effort to reassert my dominance as a pet owner should, but I was also pretty sure I preferred to be submissive to him.) And Stephanie was completely enthralled by him.

Ranger ruled the roost. With two bitches under his control, he became even more domineering, and fucked us both several times a day. I didn’t mind that he fucked Stephanie more; I enjoyed watching them mate and cleaning them up afterwards. I must have swallowed a gallon of his cum! But, I admit, nothing compares to feeling his knot slam into my asshole and the hot spurting of semen that follows.

Stephanie, still upset with her dad, insisted that she stay over till Monday morning. “If you drive me home at 7:30, there’ll still be time to get ready for school and Dad will be gone already,” she explained.

“You know, you’re going to have to talk to your dad eventually,” I said, trying to be reasonable.

But she put on her little stubborn pout, which she knows I can’t resist, and said, “Not if I can help it.”

“You’re not fooling me, young lady,” I retorted, not unkindly, “I know you love your daddy, even more than you love Ranger.”

Ranger barked and came in the room. “Why are you talking about me?” his imperious look seemed to say.

Stephanie knit her brows, looking even cuter, and said, “That’s not true! I love Ranger the best!” And she squatted down to hug her furry lover. Ranger took the opportunity to knock her on her back and straddle her torso, sticking his cock into her face so that she began to suck it.

I wasn’t done yet. “I’m going by what you told me on Thursday night, remember? You said you only sucked Ranger’s cock because you wanted to suck your dad’s.”

She didn’t answer.

“I think that until you work things out with your dad, you’re going to have miserable time at home. You can’t stay here all the time,” I explained. “What if Brad finds out Ranger is living here?”

“Mmmfffff,” was all the pretty nymph could say with a big dog-boner in her mouth. But I think she began to think about it.

Stephanie came over after school again on Monday afternoon, as was to become her regular habit, and stayed until she it was time to go home for supper. Ranger fucked her well and allowed me to drink his cum from her cunt when he was done with her.

After I took her home, Ranger and I had some lovely alone time together. My little asshole was blossoming into a veritably pussy, so much so that I began to think about letting other males - human ones - use it. I fingered myself sometimes and was proud of the smooth grip it would give to any invading penis.

I had gone to bed - Ranger decided to allow me into my bed to sleep with him in Stephanie’s absence. We were awakened by the doorbell. It was Valerie, my daughter. I stepped out on the porch and closed the door on the excited Ranger.

“What’s the matter?” I sked urgently. She was clearly distressed.

“Oh, Dad ... I don’t know what to do ... It’s Brad ... Stephanie...” she sputtered incoherently.

“It’s okay,” I soothed, “What about Stephanie and Brad?”

“I saw ... I shouldn’t have gone in there ... Oh, Dad!”

I steered her to the glider and sat down beside her. “Why don’t you start at the beginning, dear,” I suggested.

She took a deep breath. “I went to bed at 10:00 like I always do. Stephanie was still up, but she and Brad were finally speaking to each other, so I didn’t make her go to bed. I just left them in the living room. I woke up about 11:30 and Brad wasn’t in bed yet, so went to see what he was doing. When I passed Stephanie’s room I heard his voice. He was speaking very softly and I couldn’t hear what he was saying, so I just opened the door ... and ... and ... she was sucking his cock!” She took a deep wracking breath and started to weep.

I took her in my arms and held her as consolingly as I knew how. I didn’t say anything. I wanted to say it would be okay, that everything was going to work out fine, but how could I? Even though I knew it was for the best. Even though I was so very pleased about it.

“It must have been such a shock,” I finally said.

“Oh, Dad, what am I going to do?” she sobbed. “I can’t go back there!” She pulled back from my embrace to search my face. “How could I?”

“Valerie, sweetheart, maybe it’s not as bad as you think...” I searched for the right words to say. “These kinds of things happen more than you know.”

She looked at me in surprise. “How can you be so calm about it? She was on her knees bobbing her head like a whore!”

“I don’t know sweetheart ... But we’ll get through this, I promise. There’s more going on here than you know,” I said, trying to calm her. “Did they see you?” I asked.

“What? No ... I don’t think so...” She was still searching my eyes for answers.

“Good, I think that’s good. I’ll explain.” I hugged her in my arms again. My Valerie, always such a pretty child, now grown into a lovely woman, extremely fetching at 42. I felt her small frame tremble with grief. My heart went out to her even as my cock stirred at the thought of all I had to tell her.

“We’ll go inside in a minute, but first there’s something I have to tell you, before we go in.” I spoke into the sweet smelling hair, dark brown and soft, that fell over her ear.

Without pulling away, she said, “What is it, Dad? What is happening to us?” She sounded bewildered as she clung to me. I stroked her hair, softly, gently.

“Well, in case you’re wondering, first of all, I know Stephanie and Brad have never done anything like this before.” I hoped that would reassure her a little.

“How do you know?” she asked, pulling back to look at me.

“Because Stephanie told me everything.” I said.

“Everything?” she echoed. “What do you mean?” She was showing her anxiety again.

I sat back and, taking her hand in mine, I proceeded to tell her the whole story Stephanie had related to me a few days before, on the night she ran away. First, I explained Stephanie’s attraction to Brad, her obsession with his cock and how she had seen Valerie sucking it.

“Oh, no!” Valerie exclaimed. “It’s all my fault!”

“No, no, not at all!” I assured her. “How were you to know she was sneaking around and spying on her father?” I squeezed her hand. “Listen, you did nothing wrong. She was just curious. That’s not unusual.”

She nodded. “Okay. Is that what the fight was about? Her wanting to ... you know, with Brad?”

“No. Nothing like that happened,” I reflected for a moment. “Well, not until now!” I tried, evidently unsuccessfully, to make it sound humorous.

Valerie looked at me reproachfully. “I don’t think you’re taking this seriously. This is incest!” Her voice became more strident. “It’s child abuse! Brad is having sex with his own daughter!”