Daisy’s Dog
Anon
Daisy raised her ass abruptly, and the prick slid downward as the animal hunched forward. The tip slithered into the sloppy petals of her hairy cunt, probed around swiftly, then found her hole and slipped inside. Satan hunched again, and Daisy felt his cock snake into her cunt. As his dog-prick fucked into her, she was amazed at the fullness she felt. She had imagined some sort of slim, rather short prick, but the cock Satan was feeding into her cunt must have been a good match in diameter for a big man. Now Satan began fucking her in earnest. His hindquarters tensed and humped into her with hard thrusts, driving his prick through her slick sheath rapidly. Daisy was growing hotter by the moment, feeling the delicious fullness, the heat of the meat-several degrees warmer than human flesh-and the teasing tickle of his furry foreskin as it rammed against her cunt.
Above her, Daisy could hear Satan panting loudly, with occasional whining overtones. His saliva drooled from the corners of his mouth and dripped from his tongue, dropping onto her back. The animal smell of his coat was a constant reminder to Daisy of the bestial nature of her fucker, and it seemed to heighten her excitement.
“Oh, fuck me, doggie!” she moaned, feeling the heated thrills increase inside her cunt with every passing second.
Satan’s prick slid in and out of her with rapid strokes, making a slushy sound. Daisy’s ass was moving, helping with the action as she sought to swallow as much of his meat as she could get inside her cunt.
“He’s cumming in me!” Daisy whimpered. “His come’s so hot!”
She screamed loudly as she began to climax. Her ass shivered and her muscles tensed. She shuddered through the dog’s orgasm, but the animal kept humping away on her, driving his hard prick in and out of her convulsing cunt.
“Oh God!” Daisy whispered. “He came in me, but he’s still hard… and still fucking!”
Daisy moaned, wondering how much of his fucking she would be able to take.
Daisy jerked to the rhythm of another orgasm, but the beast still kept fucking her with his hard cock. Then, as her spasms weakened, the canine prick spurted again, jetting hotly into her cunt. Daisy cried out at the added stimulus, feeling her convulsions regain their intensity. Then Satan suddenly withdrew from Daisy’s cunt. He licked at her cunt, cleaning his orgasm from the lips of her pussy. Ten minutes later Daisy was worried about the same problem that had plagued her ten minutes before Satan had started fucking her: I’ve got to quit fucking dogs! And with that thought she tried to remember how she started fucking dogs. Then she remembered that it had all begun with Max Sheldon.
***
“Come on, Daisy! Hell, it’s not the first time, you know! Let’s get in the back where we’ll have enough room to ball!”
Daisy Morley had just broken a passionate, tongue-lashing kiss she’d been enjoying with Max Sheldon. She’d done so at least four times in the last half-hour. She’d also been busy pushing his pawing hands from her tits and crotch. She was hot, and knew she wanted to fuck as much as he did, but she didn’t want him to think she was too easy. She was afraid he’d talk and she didn’t want to get a reputation as a cheap slut. Besides, she still felt guilty about letting Max screw her on the other two occasions.
“Let me finish this beer,” Daisy said, stalling, wondering if Max would force himself upon her if she refused to ball. He hadn’t used any force the first time, or the second, and she’d actually been just as responsible for what had happened as Max.
They’d only been going together for two months. She was a cheerleader, and he was a star football player. She’d been flattered when he’d first asked for a date. He came from a wealthy family whereas her father was a drunken bum. Max hadn’t had much experience with sex, despite his good looks, and he’d been awkward as hell while popping her cherry. She’d read enough to know that. There hadn’t been much pain, or blood, but he’d been so fast she hadn’t even climaxed. The second fuck had been wonderful for them both, though, and if she could just get over her feelings of guilt and shame –
“I’m getting blue balls, Daisy! You’ve finished your beer… let’s get in back and fuck!”
“I wish you wouldn’t we that nasty word!”
“Why? It’s a perfectly good basic English term, baby, and there’s nothing nasty about the word or the act. We’re both the result of a piece of ass, you know, and I can’t understand why you hate to admit you enjoy fucking jut as much as I do.”
Daisy didn’t bother to tell him she’d always wanted to save herself for a husband. Well, she thought, allowing Max to take the empty beer can from her hand, she’d kept her virginity for seventeen years. Now that she’d lost her cherry, it’d be foolish to deny herself the wonderful sensations of fucking.
Max pulled Daisy’s mouth to his and snaked his hot tongue past her lips and teeth. As she met it with her own, her passion soaring, she admitted to herself she wanted to feel Max’s poking prick slipping into her steaming posy as much as she’d ever wanted anything m her life.
Breaking the feverish kiss, Daisy and Max quickly got out of the car and into the back. Max had pulled his father’s car onto a side road, and Daisy knew there wasn’t much chance of them being caught. They were in a secluded area, well away from the West Texas town where they both lived.
Max was a year older, eighteen, and Daisy knew many of the girls were jealous because she’d made such a good catch. He had dark hair and eyes, a muscular body, and was fun to be with even when they weren’t necking or fucking. She liked him, and the way he could make her feel with his kisses and his sizable cock, but she didn’t love him. That was the trouble. She’d wanted to save the first time for a man she loved and her body had betrayed her.
Daisy also knew many of the girls at school were jealous of her looks. She had pretty features, as she’d heard all of her life, and in the past year or so her body had really developed. She had long, shapely legs, a tiny waist, and her buttcheeks were firm, but jiggled when she walked or moved. Her tits were high, firm, and round. She was a natural blonde, but she had brown eyes and her skin was unusually dark for a blonde.
In the back of the car, Max insisted Daisy get naked. She protested mildly before going along with his wishes, glad he didn’t get in a hurry and grab at her clothes. She didn’t have many good dresses, and the money she made baby-sitting after school and evenings usually went for food-if her drunken father didn’t get his hands on it and buy beer and whiskey.
Daisy had already admitted to herself that she was something of an exhibitionist. She figured most cheerleaders were. She enjoyed prancing around in skimpy attire with the many eyes upon her. She usually got horny during the exciting football games while leading the crowd in their cheers for the home team. Max had caught her at the right moment the first time she’d let him fuck her. It’d been after a football game on a Saturday afternoon like the present one. Only it’d been earlier. Today Max had taken her to eat, and it was going to be dark soon. Her father would raise hell if she stayed away too much longer. He might even beat her if he was in a drunken rage. It’d happened a few times, and she’d promised herself just one more beating and she’d run away.
“You’re ready beautiful, Daisy! Your skin’s so soft and smooth!”
Daisy had stripped herself naked and had settled back on the seat. Max was sitting beside her, still fury clothed, his dark eyes gleaming, his fingers caressing one of her rounded thighs. His words made her happy and added to the sensual pleasure already spreading throughout her body, as she anticipated the moment his hard cock would penetrate her quivering cunt. God forgive her, but she didn’t think she could do without real sex ever again. She’d never be satisfied with her fingers after experiencing the wondrous delights of fucking.
Max chuckled nervously. “As the old saying goes, you look good enough to eat!” He sobered. “If you’d promise not to tell anybody, Daisy, I’d like to try doing that right now.”
Daisy wasn’t surprised or shocked. She knew many people went for oral sex. She’d even seen her father going down on a woman he’d brought home, and another time she’d seen a different woman giving her father a blowjob. Both times she’d hauled ass to her room without being caught peeking. There had been many times she’d secretly watched her horny father fucking some slut he’d brought home. Each time she’d been unable to resist masturbating after observing the exciting erotic sight.
“I’d like that, too,” Daisy said, forcing a smile, deciding that having her cunt lapped couldn’t be any worse a sin than having it pronged by Max’s stiff cock. Besides, just the idea of being tongued had her pussy quivering and getting even damper than it’d already gotten. “You know I won’t talk, Max. I don’t want it known we’re having any kind of sex.”
Max got between Daisy’s legs, his knees on the floorboard, but he took time to kiss and suck on her thrusting, throbbing titties. He’d done that before, and she really enjoyed the lavish attentions. The nipples immediately became erect, and electric-like shock waves rippled back and forth between them and her crotch.
Daisy didn’t try to stop the soft little moans of pleasure that escaped from between her parted lips, as Max tongued and sucked first one boob, then the other. She even used her own hands to push more of each firm, springy, hard-tipped jug into his hot, greedy mouth.
He soon left her tingling titties, though, and settled back on his haunches. He stared at her blonde crotch and ran the tips of his fingers through her soft, curly pussy hairs. Then he parted her moist cunt-lips with his thumbs. He hesitated, still staring, his dark eyes glowing, then leaned forward and licked the flat of his tongue up through her gash. She gasped.
He looked up at her face, licked his lips, and grinned. “Not bad at all. You smell good, too. If I eat your pussy, will you suck my cock?”
Daisy wanted more of his tongue, but she wasn’t sure she wanted to return the favor. She’d often day-dreamed about how it might be to take a hard cock into her mouth, but she wasn’t sure she wanted to experiment with Max. She felt she’d like to save something for a man she loved. Besides, if a cock spurted into her mouth, she just might get sick.
“Maybe we’d better just have sex the regular way, Max. Go ahead and put it in. I have to go home soon and-oh, sweet Jesus!”
Max had mashed his mouth between Daisy’s parted cunt-lips and jabbed his tongue against the folds of tender flesh. She lurched upward and teetered on the very edge of the seat cushion as Max grabbed her ass and tongue-fucked her steaming snatch. The sensation was breathtakingly marvelous. She cried out with pleasure when his tongue made contact with her stiffened clitoris.
When his tongue fluttered against the tip of her erect clit, she grabbed his head with her fingers and clutched at his thick hair. He encompassed her passion-button with his Ups and sucked furiously, his tongue lapping and twirling around the tense bump of throbbing flesh.
Daisy spun off into a wondrous orgasm within seconds. She jerked and jolted spasmodically, her fingernails digging into his bobbing scalp. She clamped her upper teeth down over her full lower lip to keep from screaming. It felt good to have her cunt lapped, her clit sucked. Wonderfully good. Almost as good as being fucked by his hard, stiff cock.
Max kept lapping and sucking until Daisy sagged limply. He had to struggle to free his head from her clutching fingers. When he did lift his face, he wiped the back of his hand across his wet, glistening Ups. Daisy knew he’d swallowed some of her juices.
“I did it right, huh?” Max asked, lifting until he was sitting on the seat beside Daisy.
“I guess so,” Daisy said, watching as Max pushed his zipper down and tugged his erect cock out into the open. “It sure did feel good.”
Max quickly unfastened his belt and pushed his pants and shorts down around his ankles. He left his white T-shirt in place. Daisy stared at the thrusting cock and the big balls. The stiff prick looked huge to her, but she was sure it was only about six inches long. The shaft was thick, though, and the knob looked too big for her to take into her mouth.
“Go ahead and give it a try,” Max said, grasping the base of his jutting prick with a thumb and forefinger and waving it around in little circles. “I did you, baby, and if you don’t suck my cock, I’ll say you did anyhow for my own protection.”
“I don’t intend to tell about anything we do, Max!”
“I had you figured as a good sport, Daisy. Hell, you can at least suck it for a few seconds! I won’t shoot off in your mouth if you don’t want me to. I’d rather not, anyhow. I still want to fuck you, and we don’t have time for me to shoot two loads.”
Daisy reached over and grasped his thick, stiff shaft. She could feel it throbbing. Her pulse quickened and she felt a dryness in her mouth and a strange choking sensation in her throat. Max’s cock wasn’t circumcised, but the foreskin was pulled back over the swollen head. The big knob looked clean, and the faint odor wasn’t at all repulsive.
Suddenly making up her mind, Daisy leaned over and licked the hard, sleek cockhead. There wasn’t much of a taste, which surprised her, and the heady male-smell drifting up to her nostrils really turned her on. She opened her mouth wide and slipped it down over the crown. She thrilled to the sensation, and shoved her clenched fingers down to the base of his thrusting prick when Max removed his hand.
“That feels great, baby, but take it easy with your teeth!”
Daisy had started sucking on his hard rod, taking more and more into her mouth. She obeyed Max, understanding his concern, feeling the saliva forming in her mouth and making his rigid tool slippery. That diluted the slight salty taste even more, and she dimly wondered what sperm would taste like.
Daisy didn’t have a chance to find that out right then. Just as she ready began enjoying the blowjob-with her cunt twitching and quivering as if his hard cock was in that hotbox instead of in her greedily sucking mouth-Max pushed her away and said he was ready to fuck. She was ready to be fucked, but she was a little disappointed because she’d been willing to carry the cocksucking to its logical conclusion.
His stiff, glistening cock swaying from side to side, Max again got down between Daisy’s parted legs. He waited for her to do the guiding. She put one hand down, took hold of the saliva-coated shaft, and placed the enlarged cockhead between her moist pussylips. He shoved in as soon as she removed her hand.
She moaned with pleasure as the hard cock sank to the hilt in her succulent cunt. Maybe she didn’t love Max, but she sure as hell loved to have his throbbing cock fucking her. She’d loved it when she’d had it in her mouth, too. Maybe she’d take a chance on staying away from home long enough to suck him an the way off after he got through shooting his jizz into her twat. If he could get another hard-on, of course. The other two times one ejaculation had left his cock soft and limp.
“It feels so good jut soaking like this, Daisy. I’m so glad you let me fuck you. I’ve always lied to the guys, but you’re ready the first piece of ass I ever had.”
Daisy clamped her cunt muscles around his hard rod and panted, “We’d better hurry.”
Max groaned and started thrusting. She thrilled to the delightful sensation and began rolling her hips and hunching along with him. He surprised her by mashing his mouth to hers. She accepted his tongue and met it with her own. They kissed feverishly, lashing their tongues together, and he quickened the tempo of his strokes.
Daisy met the new pace, swiftly racing toward an orgasm, and they soon broke the passionate French kiss. His fingers had been clutching at her hips. He slipped his hands on under and clasped her wriggling butt. Within sixty seconds she was moaning and bucking through a climax. Every muscle in her strained as the glorious sensations racked her body. Finally, she was still and silent, and Max hadn’t shot off; his cock was still hard and throbbing in her twitching cunt.
“Remember how messy it was, Daisy? Maybe you’d like to finish me off with your mouth.”
Daisy met Max’s passion-filmed eyes. Why not? she asked herself. She might as well go all the way. He’d made her come with his mouth, and she really did want to suck his cock again. She didn’t have to swallow the stuff, and she wouldn’t have to try to get herself clean with a handkerchief as she had the other two times.
“All right,” she said, laughing nervously. “Maybe it’d prove I’m a good sport.”
Max’s stiff prick made a little slurpy sound as he withdrew it from Daisy’s juicy pussy. He lifted and plunked his naked ass down on the seat. She got down between his legs. His thrusting cock was glistening with her cunt juices. She’d never touched his heavy balls. She put one hand on the hairy, wrinkled sac. The sperm-filled balls were drawn up tight, but they still moved around in their bag, as she gently squeezed with her fingers.
Curious, she impulsively licked the wet cock-head. Her pussy’s fluids tasted both sweet and salty. She opened her mouth and engulfed the big knob with one swift motion. She remembered reading a spicy story where a girl had sucked a guy’s cock for the first time. How had she done it? The girl had just twirled her tongue and sucked up and down until the cock shot off in her mouth and throat, Daisy thought a little wildly. She’d swallowed rapidly until all the jism in her mouth had been ingested and then licked around the head to urge out the last drops.
Daisy had been sucking and twirling her tongue around the swollen cockhead. She started to bob her head. Max’s cock slid in about halfway on the downstrokes and almost entirely out of her oval Ups on the upstrokes. She lost herself in the strange pleasure. There was an exhilarating sense of power in sucking a cock. It was ready great fun. The knowledge that she was giving Max great pleasure added to her own enjoyment.
Grabbing the base of the shaft with a thumb and forefinger to hold it steady, Daisy began taking more and more of the hard male meat. The swollen head hit the back of her mouth, and for a moment she thought she was going to gag. She lifted, tried it again, and the gagging sensation lessened. She felt Max’s hands on her head and heard him say he was about to come.
Daisy had already sensed the imminent explosion, but Max’s words filled her with near-panic. She didn’t falter, though, and didn’t struggle when Max held on tightly to her head, lurched upward, and drove his cock deep into her throat. His cock jerked erratically and spewed out a hot stream of thick cream. She had to swallow frantically to keep from smothering, or drowning, and she thought the hot cum would never stop spurting.
Max finally relaxed his grip, and she lifted her mouth from his rapidly softening dick. The sperm had a bitter-sweet salty taste. She let the limber tool slip from her mouth and licked the cum from her lips.
“I’m sorry I got so rough, Daisy. It felt so damned good I just got carried away.”
Daisy didn’t answer, nor did she look at Max’s face. She’d enjoyed the experience, but she didn’t feel very proud of herself. She’d turned out to be a wanton bitch, that was for sure, and how could he have any respect for her after she’d sucked him off and gulped his tasty sperm down like a slut? Maybe if she loved him, it’d be different. Still, looking at his soft cock, she knew that if it was hard, she’d go at it with her greedy mouth again.
“You’d better take me home,” she said, moving from between his legs and gathering up her clothes “It’s getting late and my Pa might be drunk enough to beat me for staying out this long.”
Max didn’t speak until Daisy had dressed and he had his pants and shorts back in place. “Why don’t you report your old man to the authorities, Daisy? Or move out?”
“I’ve asked myself the same question many times lately,” Daisy said, still not meeting Max’s eyes. “Maybe I stay because I remember how nice my father was before my mother died. I feel that I should look after my kid brother, too.”
Max didn’t say anything, and Daisy got out of the car and got in front. Max crawled over the back of the front seat and got under the wheel. He started the car and drove over the speed limit while taking her home. They didn’t exchange any words until she told him to let her out a block from her home.
He pulled to the curb. “When can we have another date, Daisy? Maybe if I talked to your father…”
“He doesn’t want me to go with boys. I’ll see you at school Monday. I have a baby-sitting job tomorrow afternoon and in the evening. Pa doesn’t mind if I… Oh, hell, I don’t want to bore you with my problems!”
It was dark by then. Daisy got out of the car and hurried along the sidewalk. It was a rough, crummy neighborhood, and Daisy knew Max would sit there in his father’s car until she got to her house. Then he’d go to his own lovely home in a nice so section of the town and maybe go out that evening with a girl from a family like his. He was a nice guy, and she enjoyed being with him for other than sexual reasons, but she might as well face the fact he was out of her class socially.
Nearing the small, run-down dwelling, Daisy hoped her father wouldn’t be mean drunk. She should’ve been there to fix his supper. And Troy’s. Her brother was fifteen, but he was as helpless in his own way as their father.
Troy was half-demented. He’d been accidentally hit in the head with a baseball bat two years before, shortly after their mother’s death. Their mother had died suddenly, with a stroke, and their father had swiftly gone downhill. They’d had a fairly nice home then; he’d had a good job as a carpenter, but within six months he’d lost everything because of drinking. They’d moved into the shack, her father managed to sober up enough to do odd jobs now and then, and she’d tried to keep the family together-as she felt her mother would’ve wanted her to do.
Some family! She hoped there was no way for her mother to know what had happened. Her pa had turned from a kind, gentle father into a drunken beast. He was always patting her on the ass, leering at her, making cracks about how she was probably fucking anything with pants, trying to see her when she was dressing or undressing. She didn’t like to admit it, because it seemed so wrong, but she was getting to hate him more and more.
Poor Troy! He’d been such a good kid before getting hit on the head. She didn’t hate him, since she knew he wasn’t responsible, but he was just about as bad as their pa when it came to trying to see her naked body. He’d even sneaked up behind her and pulled up her dress. He also seemed to be jacking off most of the time. He’d do it right in front of her. She’d told her father, in as nice a way as she knew how, but he’d just laughed and said to let the crazy kid enjoy himself.
There was a light on the small living room and empty beer cans were scattered all around. Daisy heard voices coming from the bedroom her father and brother shared. One was a female voice, and she was prepared for what she saw before she tiptoed down the hallway. Her father was on the bed, his naked ass going up and down, as he banged a woman she’d never seen before. Troy was sitting on the cot he slept on, his attention focused upon the fucking couple, his fist going to town on his own thrusting cock. There was a whiskey bottle, glasses, and more beer cans on the bedside table. The overhead light was on. Daisy, her eyes going back to her father’s humping ass, wondered if she should leave the house and come back later. She was supposed to’ve returned home right after the football game, though, and maybe her father wouldn’t beat her if she went to her room. Maybe he’d pass out, the woman would leave, and she wouldn’t have to face him until the next mowing.
The End.
