Unknown - Daddy_s Little Girl

"Why can't I make it like that anymore, Brute? Why can't I cum anymore on my fingers? It always used to work thinking of daddy. Now its getting harder and harder. I used to think of his great big cock – that's what I said, cock.

That's a naughty word – his great big cock sliding in and out of my cunt and fucking me, and that drove me wild!"

She giggled and put her hand up to her mouth. It was strangely exciting talking dirty like this in front of Brute, but safe too, since he couldn't understand any of this anyway And even if he did, he wouldn't be able to spread stories about what she'd said and ruin her reputation as a nice girl Brute was the perfectly discreet individual. He could never tell.

The twelve year old blonde looked at her pet again, her dully-lidded eyes narrowing. Just how much did he understand? Was she talking too much?

No, that was silly. Brute was her best friend; he was everybody in the house's best friend. He was affectionate, kind and loving, and he would never do anything to hurt her. He'd never dream of it.

June sighed with increasing sensuality, wiggling her fingers just inside the sensitively tingling mouth of her seeping vagina. It was very pleasant to just lie here, playing idly with herself, with understanding old Brute to talk to.

She went on, "He never comes to me, Brute. Daddy never comes to me. If he did, I'd probably do anything he wanted me to, but he never even bothers. I'll bet he doesn't even like me. I tried to sit on his lap the other day, and he knocked me right off. What do you think of that?"

Brute growled understandingly.

"God," she breathed, squeezing her hotly throbbing breasts, "if only I could do something – anything I'm burning up, Brute, and I can't seem to get any satisfaction. I'm miserable all the time."

Brute perked up, looking at her keenly. What was in his eyes? Something significant or – what?

"Darling," she breathed, rubbing her fingers into her pussy. "If only I had some way of stopping this horrible burning feeling. Gosh, it's killing me, Brute. I know you'd help me if you could, though, Brute. I know that."

Almost as if something in her words had cued him, the big German shepherd suddenly got up and moved swiftly over to the bed, rising up on his haunches and putting his forelegs boldly on her naked silky- sheened thighs. He barked twice, slavered and wagged his tail energetically.

She ran a hand affectionately over the soft dark fur of his head. "What is it, darling? What are you trying to tell me?"

He barked again and her legs fell open mindlessly, her fingers still working in the moistly glistening outer flesh of her soft pink cunt. It was somehow very exciting to pet Brute while she played with herself.

And then suddenly the eager dog leapt gracefully up onto the bed!

"Brute! Darling, what are you doing here? You know you're not supposed to be on June's bed. Now, get off!"

And then slowly, a soft canine smile sweeping across his handsome German shepherd features, he began to show her what he was doing there.

At first the nakedly finger-fucking adolescent hadn't been really too disturbed at having Brute leap up onto the bed next to her, but now the German shepherd was moving engagingly into the inner circle formed by her long outstretched legs…

But after all Brute had often come up on the bed and played with her as they were growing up, so why should this be…

"Brute! No! No! You mustn't!" June tried to push his head away, but suddenly, deftly, his long red tongue shot out like a lizard's and whipped startlingly, breathtakingly, all the way up along her crazily tingling pussy slit from her tiny anus to her quivering little clitoris!

"OHHHH! BRUTE!" Her head fell backward with a gasp as her adorable pet began struggling on his haunches to get a better position between her whitely widespread legs. Her hands gripped his ears, but instead of forcing him back, this seemed only to draw him nearer. The suddenly frightened young blonde could feel his warm furred snout brush excitingly against the trembling insides of her thighs, and suddenly her desire-heated cunt felt as if it were a well gushing forth spring water. She couldn't remember when her vagina had ever cum so quickly – and then suddenly Brute's cold nose was rubbing maddeningly at the outskirts of her pussy, and his tongue was taking long, swiping hot licks that flashed wetly along her twitching ass-cheeks, slapped in between, and finally circled in like a drill to churn hotly through the moistly flooded entrance to her flaming twelve year old cunt.

"Oh Brute… oh, darling… you mustn't… oh no… please don't… it's wrong… oh God… oh God.

But the young girl's protests quickly weakened to the point where she could scarcely hear them herself. The quick rush of his thick wet tongue thrust forward between the warm fleshy folds of her cunt was a flame-like pressure all through her helplessly splayed loins that could no more be rejected than life itself.

Oh, this is wrong! her brain screamed in her tormented head, pressing her fingers down into the furry crown of Brute's handsome skull. I must get him to stop. I must make him slop. How can I get him to stop?

But at the same time that her mind realized this was wrong, the wellspring of adolescent desire that had been boiling so long, awaiting an outlet from the fiery cave of her loins, became like molten lava being spewed from a sharp volcanic fissure up from the depths of the earth. The feeling of her German shepherd's tongue lapping along that crevice between her legs, drawing all the innate moisture from it as if it were honey, was almost too wonderful to be borne. She closed her eyes and let her befuddled brain wander off, pondering its moral judgments, as she gave herself over completely to this ecstatically satisfying feeling of Brute's moist warm tongue moving so… oh so lewdly… focusing her entire being on this mind-bending delight which existed nowhere else in the world but up between her widely stretched thighs, focused within that hot little circle of desire that glowed like a halo surrounding the center point of her lust – her electrified and fiercely tingling young clitoris.

The shocked young adolescent gasped from the sudden unexpected entry of the tip of Brute's tongue into her soft wet cuntal passage and a surprised, ecstatic sigh seemed to bound from wall to wall.

Instinctively her pelvis jerked upward with the first electric contact in an involuntary spasm of delight. Her vaginal passage contracted, opening and closing tightly around the thick smooth length of his tongue, which was sinking deeper and deeper inside her vagina until it came in contact with her tough little hymen, and then it withdrew. Her breath exploded in small, quick gasps that muffled themselves into tiny, mewling little groans of increasing lust as the dog began a maddening curling and flicking of his moist warm tongue, then embedding it again deep inside her trembling loins. Shivers of purest delight moved in waves upward from her loins and cascaded over her trembling flesh. She felt as if she were in a dream world. None of this could really be possible -that she was holding Brute's head so affectionately by the ears and moaning long, mindless sighs of purest, soul-dredging ecstasy. She had to be dreaming it. Nothing in the world seemed to exist but that point within her loins which was glowing like a hot coal beneath that talented animal tongue, around which the ragged pink flanges of her cunt caressed like waves falling upon a tropical shore.

The big German shepherd's tongue withdrew and plunged again, working slavishly within his beautiful blonde mistress' gaping hot pussy… plunging, withdrawing, licking, lapping, drawing the folds of her pussy out stuck to his tongue as if they were postage stamps. The young girl's cries were one long, low continuous moan now as her mind seemed to disintegrate and her body gave itself over to the most brain- shattering pleasure June had ever known in all her young blonde life.