Frank Harper
Daisy_s dog
Chapter 1
Daisy squealed softly as thrills rippled through her, and Satan growled at her. He whined again and dropped his nose to sniff under her crotch. His whines became more impatient at the scent of her female heat.
His long tongue flicked out and lapped her dripping cunt, and he seemed to go wild. He licked and licked at the cream she oozed, whimpering as he tasted her cunt. Daisy whimpered, too, but this time the animal did not scold her with a growl. He was too excited with the bitch-scent that stirred his pulse.
Daisy, desire-maddened by the exciting cunt-licking, tilted her hips and pelvis to thrust her cunt back toward Satan's stimulating tongue. Now the animal rose up on his hind legs as he decided to fuck Daisy.
Daisy felt the furry forelegs slide over her hips, then the warm, moist point of the beast's prick struck her between cunt and asshole and slid up to the wedge itself in the tight wrinkles of her asshole
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 coming 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.