Bob Wallace - Daughter_s pony urge

She gagged from his deluge of cum; he growled. She sucked; he roared his pleasure. Her teeth sank into his hard prick, her mouth flooded with gobs of cum. She sensed he was winding down, and he mind, young and impressionable, snapped. She become a demon. He mouth worked overtime, diligently sucking.

Roger's groans became louder. His humping body slowed.

It only excited Christine more. She picked up the slack, her mouth flying up and down the endless length of his cock. She worked her jerking hands in rhythm to her bobbing head, desperately hoping it wouldn't end. Fast furious sucks. Chewing teeth. Butterfly strokes with her fingers. Then squeezing grips like a steel vise. She craved it all – every hot ounce of jizz.

Roger lunged up into the wet swirling storm of her feasting mouth. "Christine! Agggghh! No more!" He dropped back on the blanket, twitching. His cock was drained, super-sensitive now. Agony set in, where moments ago, pleasure had reigned.

Her hand, fingers, and mouth drifted up and down Roger's cock. She sucked and chewed painstakingly, her mind a blank, not noticing that his prick had lost the unresisting hardness of steel and was slowly becoming a tender pliable muscle of soft cockmeat.

"Christine! Stop!" He bellowed in agony. He tried squirming away. Her clenching teeth refused to release his prick.

Christine was greedy. The cum had stopped squirting, but she was determined to get more. She sucked, drawing out the last drops of cum from the aching void in his now-empty balls. She sucked harder, refusing to believe he was finished. His prick was limp, and she began to sob hysterically, her passion out of control, no relief in sight.

Roger used all of his waning strength and pulled himself up. Gently, he eased the wild teenager off his sore prick. "C'mon, Christine. It's over. I can't come any more. You sucked me dry."

Christine rolled onto her back, consumed with lust. She spread her legs to entice Roger to fuck her, her ass rubbing the blanket as she humped. She was soaring, hovering at the entrance to bliss, with no one to take her in. Her hands labored frantically over the sizzling flesh of her burning body.

She looked at him with desire. Cum stained her mouth. "Was I the best?" she panted breathlessly. "Huh? Was I?"

Roger groaned as he quickly dressed. He nodded. "You were fabulous, Christine." He meant it.

"Best mouth in the world." She smiled dreamily. "I told you."

"I know." He finished dressing.

"Will you fuck me tomorrow? I'll be the best fuck, too." She squirmed. "We'll meet here tomorrow afternoon at the same time, and I'll give you my cherry, okay?"

He nodded in agreement, even through he wasn't coming back. All he saw in her hot body was trouble. With some luck, she'd take her passion and hot-pants to someone else and forget him. "Right, Christine, tomorrow. You can find your way out of here okay?"

"Yeah, I'm gonna stay for awhile." She blew his a kiss. "Tomorrow."

He waved.

Christine saw him inch around the large boulder that hid the entrance to the cave and disappear.

"Ohhh, God," she moaned, hearing her own voice reverberating inside the cave.

She licked her lips in remembrance of every delicious second Roger's cock was in her mouth. She looked around for Laddie to lick her off. "C'mon, boy, fix me so I can walk."

Laddie, who had been exploring the cave, approached at the sound of her voice. His nose picked up the sweet scent of her pussy when he approached. He whimpered, licking his chops, ready to dine on the sweet-tasting meat of her cunt.

A half-hour later, after creaming all over the dog's snout and filling the cave with her ecstatic screams, Christine put on her bikini, eased her hot sweaty body into the cool water, swam through the waterfall, and into the warm June sunshine. She felt terrific. Tomorrow, she was going to lose her cherry. Her heart jumped. When she got home, she would tell Tracy all about it.

Christine climbed through the narrow crevice in the rock and entered the cave, where Roger had first spied on her. She waited in the cave for two hours, her eyes closed, her legs spread, envisioning Roger above her, sinking his cock into her willing body. He never showed. It had been three days since she had sucked him off, and he had promised to return. Three days of waiting. Three wasted afternoons.

Today, she was still hot, ready to lose her cherry. She hurt inside. Roger wasn't interested in a little kid – especially a virgin. She hated herself, no longer feeling like a woman, but feeling like a gawky kid, who was too tall for her age.

She silently dressed. The waiting was over. She trudged back through the woods to her father's place alone. Her eyes lit up when she saw Laddie, sitting on the porch waiting for her.

"At least you don't think I'm a baby," she said to the dog, scratching his head. She went into the house, Laddie tagging along.

Laddie barked and nipped playfully at her heels, following her up the stairs. His appetite had been whetted for pussy meat. He enjoyed licking her cunt, enjoyed her loving attention afterward. His tail wagged furiously, and he sprang ahead of her, waiting at the top of the landing as she trudged up the steps slowly. He had come to expect the taste of pussymeat when she returned from the waterfall. Today was no exception. Laddie raced down the hall as her foot touched the top step. He barked enthusiastically at the door to her bedroom.

She smiled, but her heart wasn't in it. Inside her room, she closed and locked the door. Laddie was already on the bed waiting, his brown eyes peering at her. "I guess it's just you and me, Laddie," she said flatly. "I'm not going back to the cave ever again."

She plopped on the bed, threw herself onto a pillow, hiding her face. She wanted to be fucked. She had come so close. "Shit! Shit! Shit!" she screamed, her words muffled in the pillow.

On her back, she gazed at the ceiling through tear-filled eyes. Then she looked at the phone on the nightstand. She couldn't tell Tracy that Roger had never showed. Her eyes blinked. "Laddie! Stop it!" She pushed the overanxious dog away. "I don't feel like it today. Go away!" Her innocent-looking face screwed up in anger. "Leave me alone!"

Laddie had other plans. He wasn't about to be denied her pussy without a fight. His teeth latched onto her jeans. Holding the material between his fangs, he tugged and growled, shaking his head frantically.

"Shit, Laddie!" She yelled, pulling her leg away. "You're gonna rip my jeans. Stop it, Laddie."

The persistent dog knew what he wanted and ignored her demands. He knew, from her stern tone, that she wanted him to leave her alone, but he insisted. He wouldn't take no for an answer. His front paw jabbed into her crotch, scraping her soft pussy through her tight jeans. He dropped, slinking down on the bed, jamming his snout into her jean-clad pussy.

She squeezed he legs together; Laddie yelped, his muzzle caught. "I'm sorry, boy," she said to the dejected dog. "I'll bet you'd fuck me, if you were a boy. You don't care how old I am, do you?" She ruffled his golden coat.

The dog barked, happy that she was playing with him once again. His tail swished the air, and his cock began to peek out of the hairy sheath that contained it.

All of a sudden, Christine's face lit up. Her blue eyes registered joy instead of sadness. "Laddie! Holy shit!" She bolted upright in bed, threw her arms around the golden retriever and squeezed and hugged him with affection and growing excitement. "How would you like to fuck me?"

She reached under his belly, searched for his cock. "I'm no bitch in heat, but I'll bet it would be more fun than me jerking you off." Her mind soared with the possibilities. Her body swam in a vat of lust, created by her imagination and the need to be fucked.