"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.