What’s Good For The Goose

Analee and her Rooster

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All characters are over 18, fictional, and none of it ever happened. Think of it as a grimm fairytale.

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Analee gets the rooster.

A rooster mating one of his hens is said to be "treading" her. When done he's "trodden" her & she's been "trod".

A brood is a rooster's hens, the sexually mature egg-bearing chickens he rules and treads.

A pullet is a young female chicken not yet producing eggs.

A chook is any chicken, whether rooster, hen, pullet or chick.

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It began five years ago in small moments after she turned eighteen, and her dad started watching her in a new way. At first she felt it more than saw, him eyeing her as almost a new person in his small universe.

Like an old rooster, he ruled the roost, liking everything just so, every thing in its place, and every one knowing their place. Wife, kids, dog, his big layback corner of the couch and TV remote, his dinner when he wanted, his wife when he wanted, the girls out of sight and sound.

He was the rooster and his house was his chook yard. One chook in his brood was his mother-in-law, an old broiler everyone called Grandma, who he trod her regularly for old time's sake. Her daughter was the only laying hen in his brood, and he'd bred his kids in her. She was Mama. Finally, his daughters, Lilly and Analee, were two young pullets scampering and scratching around, keeping to themselves and out of everyone's way.

Neither girl was particularly tall, each more torso than leg. Lilly, the younger by five years, was all impish puppy-fat, compliance and doe eyes, while Analee was a feisty string-bean all sinew and fuck-you attitude and fiercely protective of her young sister. They shared a bedroom and everything else, eating, living and sleeping together from the day Lilly was born.

Then Analee turned eighteen and the chook yard changed.

There was a new person in Papa's house, a young woman, a young sexually mature female, a new hen in his brood. He had never taken notice of her before and suddenly, one day, there she was. He first viewed her walking down the hall to her bedroom, naked under her towel, hair wet from her shower.

To his credit he didn't ogle her, and, to hers, she modestly pretended not to notice. Lilly glanced at the two of them and returned to her TV show, and mum...well mum sighed and her stomach tightened. She knew.

At first he said nothing, but the chook yard had changed, tension built in him, and a few weeks later he said to Mama in their bedroom, "You need to have a word with her. She's a young woman and it's obvious she doesn't know how to behave. I've watched her and hinted but she hasn't responded like a good daughter should. I know Grandma had to teach you how to behave. Your Papa told me he had to tell her to teach you, and that one day I'd have to tell you to teach Analee.

"So now I'm telling you. Teach Analee a woman's place in my house. I won't tell you twice," and as he spoke the words he gripped and shook Mama's arm, high up where the bruise wouldn't show beneath her sleeve. When he left the bedroom she was rubbing where he'd marked his power, old memories were flooding back, her belly and tits were warm, and her cunt was oiling in readiness for cock. She was reliving the day she turned eighteen and her Papa trod her the first time.

That night after supper, while Papa and Lilly watched a game show, Mama called Analee into the girls' room, closed the door, and said, sadly, "We have to talk."

"Grandma had this same talk with me when I turned eighteen. I was just like you. Ignorant, happy and blind. So Grandma had to show me how to be a woman, just like Grandmama had to show her. Now you're growing up and I'll show you, and in a few years you'll help me with Lilly, and one day you'll do the same for your own daughters.

"In this family we women have our place. Therefore you must learn.

"First things first, let's check you out. Get undressed."

Analee was surprised but accustomed to obeying Mama and Papa without question, so she pulled off her top and small bra, her torn cutoffs and pink panties, and kicked off her flip-flops, the yellow ones with the plastic flowers. She was naked except for red toenails, a yellow hair tie and dental braces as she turned about for Mama's inspection.

"Nice small tits, my girl. And a neat bush. You don't need to trim it yet and your slot is still closed and tight. Your lips are full...open...excellent gums and teeth...a good thing you've still got dental braces...we'll keep them as long as we can...at least a couple of years for him to enjoy...now close your mouth...suck...and again...good suction...your throat and cheeks are warm, wet and tight."

Stepping to the side, she positioned Analee in front of the full length mirror, then pushed her down by the neck until she was bent over and gripping her ankles.

"Keep your head tilted up and face the mirror and, whatever happens, keep a'hold of your ankles."

Mama took a small jar from her apron pocket, opened it and dipped in a finger. Then she ran her right hand along Analee's slim back and down between her butt cheeks, pausing to press a dry finger into the tight little ginger anus.

"I said hold still, don't squirm!" and she placed her left hand across Analee's forehead, pulling her head up and back and forcing her to watch her own face and arse raised high in the mirror, and, also, Mama's dispassionate expression as she bent behind Analee's bum, examining her with busy fingers.

To Analee, the eighteen year old girl looking back at her from the mirror was a stranger, a stranger who looked somewhat familiar, and who's expression mirrored Analee's own feelings. Both were trapped and in shock, a shock which, in this first moment of Analee's sexual life, she was still feeling as pain not yet become pleasure. The girl in the mirror was arching her eyebrows high in affronted dignity, and her perfect teeth and shiny braces glinted in a wide perfectly round, open, wet, pink mouth. In a few years both Analee and her new mirrored friend would learn that the white coated dentist who installed the braces was Papa's friend and shared his tastes.

In the meantime, the strange girl stared at Analee, saying speechlessly, "You wouldn't believe what Mama is fucking doing to me!"

Behind the girl Mama looked up at Analee's round wet inviting mouth in the mirror and thought how irresistible it was. She was a lucky kid, and they were lucky to have her. Then she looked down again, concentrating, doing something, her hand out of sight.

Suddenly Analee's head jerked up a second time, but this time she could barely move because Mama was holding her forehead in an an iron grip. At the same instant, Analee saw the strange girl in the mirror jerk her head, and her eyes bug out, and her mouth open wider, as, simultaneously, they both felt a long lubricated finger pushing deep up into their arse-holes.

Mama spoke firmly, "Hold still! God you're tight. Do you feel as if you want to take a shit? That's normal and it'll pass," and began to push her finger in and out.

Each time the invading finger was withdrawn and reinserted, the sensation in Analee's arse shifted. The quicker Mama rammed her finger in and out, buffeting Analee's bottom cheeks with a fast hard slapping sound, the more the initial shock changed. Gradually it morphed from shock, to pain, to discomfort, to curiosity, to pleasure, to delight, and finally to full sexual rapture.

Analee watched the girl in the mirror closely. Many things were happening all at once. A wet tongue was emerging further and further from the round open mouth in supplication and need. She recognised her own feelings playing across the strange girl's face. The strange girl was screwing up her face and was about to have Analee's first orgasm. And Mama's intensity as she fucked the girl became a mix of power, lust and envy, filling the bedroom.

Soon Analee was moaning, losing sight of the girl in the mirror, because both girls' eyes were rolling back in their heads. Neither had ever felt anything like it before. Both were terribly and wonderfully out of control. Each was being drawing into a strange new world, loosing her mind to new sensations, sensations that also fuelled Mama's intensity, neither girl's body's was any longer her own, both bodies were being led forward by Mama's insistent finger, like a toddler to a bonfire, prey to a predator, almost-child to adult purpose.

The never ceasing finger drove an overwhelming hot erotic wash through Analee and her mirrored twin. Mama finger fucked them faster and faster for many minutes, then timed the next step perfectly.

When her daughter was finally lost in her first arse finger fuck, Mama pulled her finger out. It was only gone for a moment, long enough for Analee to whine but not long enough for her arse to close. Then before the anal gape clamped shut and without warning, Mama replaced her single finger with three rigid fat fingers, bunched together, ready lubed, and pushed in thick and deep.

Analee bucked and moaned. Her limbs flailed out of control, her mouth gaped even further, and a hot red flush spread across her chest and face. Her legs buckled to the floor and she would have fallen, but Mama's embedded right fingers held her suspended.

"Good girl," Mama murmured, and worked her fingers deeper into her daughter's arse, knuckles deep.

"Your body knows what to do with a cock, like mine did. In this family we females are all the same."

Mama wiped her fingers, lit a cigarette and sat back on Analee's bed, but she didn't let her release her ankles, stand, or look away from her reflection. For ten minutes she watched Analee slowly recover, soaking in her juices and feelings and watching herself recover in the mirror. Casually Ma smoked a second cigarette, then stubbed it out and resumed her inspection.

Pulling up a small chair she sat close behind Analee and began to examine all her folds and crevices. She wet her fingers in Analee's mouth with gobs of the girl's own saliva so they could slide in and out easily, and started to work them around her clitoris and into her vagina. Soon the tight little cunt in front of her nose was moist and slick again, and she continued parting and prodding and poking and sniffing the virgin folds.

"Beautiful. Perfect. Tiny," she commented, "Like I once was. Your Grandpapa was so pleased, and your Papa will be too."

She ran a lubed forefinger in gentle circles around the erect pink clit. She drew a wet finger enticingly over the hood and teased the protruding bud, then pressed authoritatively into the puckered pee hole. She moved down to the flowering inner petals, the warm wet scarlet crevice.

Periodically her daughter would buck and thrash and groan and Mama would wait patiently while her girl was overwhelmed with another new erotic discovery. After a few minutes, as the storm passed, she'd renew her expert fingering and use her fingers, tongue, chin, nose and lips to take Analee to another new height.

Mama had gotten her love of pussy eating from Grandma--both giving and receiving--and now she was teaching Analee to love it too.

She edged Analee for a long time, and when she felt the girl was ready, carefully inserted one finger through the little entrance past the hymen, twisting the digit and stroking the G-spot, bringing her instantly over the top. Analee's whole body went rigid, then shook and trembled and squirted Mama in the face with juice. Mama was practiced in the art, and careful and skilled, and Analee's hymen was untorn.

Analee had been given her second orgasm and, without waiting for it to subside, Mama poked another finger in to confirm Analee's hymen was intact, this time pressing hard enough to raise a squeal. When she removed her finger, the doubled over girl moaned plaintively at the emptiness, for the loss of intrusion, for her cherry which Mama was keeping for Papa.

Finally, Mama lay back on the bed, smoking, watching Analee with nostalgia and envy, remembering how her own Grandpa and Pa used to tread her.

Analee collapsed on the bed and stared at the wall. She was a new house female, struggling to gain possession of her new female self. Her carnality was drawing her forward into a new world where Mama would be her guide. That guidance would be firm and Mama would sometimes have to admonish and apply God's rod, as would Papa, but they would be channeling Analee's natural instincts. Mama had tipped her over the edge, and she was about to be tumbled pell-mell into sexual pleasure and service.

Mama had done her job. Within one hour Analee had become an enthusiastic, willing and wilful new female in the family. She would never again deny her full-bodied participation, nor her obedience to authoritative instruction, and her submission would itself serve erotic pleasure, for both Papa and her.

"You will do well," Mama praised as she helped Analee sit up, "He'll like you."

"Now, there are some things you'll need to know. First, no makeup till he tells you. He likes his girls plain and unmarked at the start so their first marks will be his. And I'll show you how to do your hair how he likes it. He'll want it to hurt when he grabs you by the hair, and you'll like it too. I know I do. When the time comes I'll help you trim your bush. And finally I'll show you how to keep yourself tight, the way he loves. with plugs and things." Analee didn't really know what-all Mama was talking about, but was grateful for her loving maternal guidance.

Mama continued, "You've always protected Lilly. She's your little sister and you must keep protecting her. She mustn't know anything of what your Papa gets up to with you. Lilly is innocent and will remain innocent. She's going to move out of this bedroom until she's eighteen, and then you two can go back to sharing everything. You could even teach her a thing or two when the time comes, but for now she's too young."

"Apart from that, nothing will change. As a family we'll be like we've always been. Your job will always be to do what Papa says and protect your sister. Only the details have changed. Now into your nighty. He'll want to unwrap you."

Mama found Papa watching TV with little Lilly curled asleep on his lap. She gave him a kiss, and said simply, "Analee's ready." Then Papa kissed Lilly and said, "Sleep tight, lil'girl," and Mama carried her slight body to her new room, saying, "This will be your room until you're eighteen. Then you can share with Analee again. Even sleepy Lilly was astute enough to know Mama meant more than she said.

Papa tossed the Scotch in his shot glass down his throat, levered himself heavily off the sofa, and headed to the girl's room while undoing his belt buckle. He entered, closing the door behind him and unzipping his trousers. His clothes dropped one by one in a disheveled pile while Analee stared, clutching her blanket high under her chin.

She had never seen a naked male, let alone a hundred and twenty kilograms of starkers man flesh, strong limbed, more muscle than paunch, a light tangle of grey hair everywhere. The heavy jaw bristled with a rough 5 o'clock shadow, which, she was to learn over the years, always left gravel rash on sensitive skin.

Patiently he stood still, his hands hanging easily at the ready beside him, watching her absorb her first shocked vision. He liked how his cock was aware of her attention, how it had a mind of it's own, how it twitched under her gaze. It was at full stretch, twenty-five centimetres, up along his belly, the mushroom head nodding it's one weeping eye towards the quarry huddled on the bed. His balls were heavy and full.

Casually, he raised his right hand, grasped the shaft, and slowly jacked it. He savoured how she watched, and how she would soon learn to service it herself. But that should wait. For now he would focus on the basics. It was always best to start virgins with a meat and and two veg, and offer them desert later. That way they learned they're not special.

He walked towards her and pulled her blanket and sheet down. Her slight figure stretched beneath his gaze, a child's hand's breadth from his belly and cock. "There's a first time for everything, darling," he said, and pushed a hand under her neck.

He lifted her shoulders easily off the bed with one hand, and pulled her nighty off over her head with the other. Her small tits were little cones not yet up to flopping, and he liked them that way. They would get larger later when her belly swelled and they filled with milk. He dipped his head and sucked each nipple in turn softly between his teeth. She inhaled sharply and held her breath, and then he sucked the entirety of each tiny tit in his mouth in turn and tongued the firm flesh, and she drew even more air into her little lungs. She exhaled only when he released the suction and cupped and squeezed both tits together in a single meaty paw.

She felt herself lowered carefully to the bed, then her hips easily lifted by a single hand cradling her two butt cheeks in a large warm palm. He raised her pelvis, bowed his head, and dipped his nose into the gap between her panties and belly. "Mmmm. Fresh. Sweet. Moist. Mama has prepared you well."

With his free hand he hooked one finger in the gusset and pulled her panties down and off. They landed on her nighty beside his own clothes.

Her hands hovered over her crotch, but only until he flicked them with a strong forefinger. She got the message and lowered them to her sides.

At last she was naked before him.

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The next half hour becomes a blur to Analee, and will remain so for years, an unreality she will cling to for sanity's sake, at least until she's fully adult and completely broken in.

But in these moments that it happens, it is not a blur, and is all too clear.

She feels a hundred and twenty kilograms of muscle and belly mount the bed, straddle her, descend, and settle on her. She hears the mattress creak and sag, feels It cradle her for him. Knows strong hips levering her thighs apart, splaying them, and a hard pelvis settling to her mound. A big hairy belly is claiming her tummy and tits, a broad hairy chest enjoying her soft cheek, which she instinctively knows to turn and present submissively. Her soft virgin lips, soon to be trained and skilled in their many purposes, are conveniently adjacent to a thick nipple atop a hard toned pectoral. She will soon learn to suck and nip his nipples. She feels the weight and strength of an experienced bicep hook casually beneath her left thigh and push her knee to her shoulder.

She can't move or breathe, but when he rises slightly to adjust and settle, she quickly draws a breath. She is amazed she is so comfortable. A wondrous warmth suffuses her. She has no desire to struggle. She is a sexual newborn in sexual swaddling.

Her hyper-focused mind senses and fancies a twenty-five centimetre thick sausage of a cock pressing hard into her tummy. She shifts and raises her little jaw up as far as she can to meet a raspy chin and hairy upper lip bending down to take possession of her mouth. Without invitation he slips his thick wet tongue between her lips and forces her teeth apart, savours the wire of her braces, then uses her flattened tongue to guide and slide his own tongue, stiffened, thick and penetrating, into the back of her throat.

Her mind swirls, her body is ensnared. Unbidden, moments are replaying of her evening in Mama's care, of skilled female fingers inside her arse, first orgasms, overwhelming explosions of new lust, squishy noises of sloppy wetness, and the words, "...he'll like you...he'll want to unwrap you."

Piece by piece, breathing with his permission, beneath him, she is yielding to him. He is controlling her, she is possessed, the margins of her will and body blurring into his. Her inside is coming out. Her cunt juice is soaking her crotch, lubricating her tight entryway for him.