Bob Wallace - Daughter_s pony urge

Laddie's tongue lapped across the child's face. He squirmed energetically on the bed – Christine's excitement was contagious. He wiggled out of her embrace, nudged her back on the bed, and licked her face.

"Can't wait, huh?" she giggled. "I'll strip, Laddie." She pushed his face away from hers and smiled at him. "Be patient. I'll be ready in a minute."

She opened the buttons of her blouse. In her exuberance, she tore the garment off. Her tits bounced in their freedom, unencumbered by a bra. She held her tits in her hands, whimpering hotly, her flesh on fire as she thought about Laddie's cock fucking her. Her round, pointed nipples were swollen with passion. "Ohhh, shit, Laddie, this is going to be great!" Her voice creaked under the emotional stress. "Oh God, Laddie, I'm so hot."

Laddie remained on the bed. His instincts told him something was going to happen, something different. He fidgeted, sitting, then standing on all fours. He waited for Christine to undress. Soft puppy-like sounds came from him.

"You gonna fuck me good? Huh, Laddie?" Christine looked at the animal that was going to break her cherry. "You better."

Laddie barked his answer, his tail swishing across the sheet.

"Don't be impatient," She giggled nervously, pulling off her jeans. She threw them aside, latching her fingers into the elastic of her panties. "Ohhhh, boy."

The sound of her own voice reassured her. She skimmed her panties down her long slender legs and kicked then away. They flew across the room, landing on a corner of her dresser.

Shivering, she lay naked on the bed. She couldn't move. Fear held her stiff. She bit her bottom lip, fighting the thought of being fucked by a dog. She wanted to be fucked, and badly. Laddie was the only way.

The phone rang.

Christine seemed to jerk up off the bed as the phone jangled her frayed nerves. She reached for it, her finger curling around the receiver. She brought it to her ear and mouth. "Yes?"

"It's me, Chrissy. Hello? You there?"

"Yeah, Tracy."

"Did Roger show up today?" Tracy asked.

"No." Christine winced, hating to be reminded. "He never showed."

"Shit," Tracy moaned. "I thought for sure you'd lose your cherry today, and we could talk about it while we played with ourselves." Tracy rolled onto her belly. "I'm all juicy thinking about it, and I'm naked too, creaming the sheets."

"I'm naked too," Christine said, "and Laddie's with me."

Tracy's face brightened. "What are you going to do?"

"Fuck him," Christine bragged.

Tracy was shocked. "What?"

"I said, I was going to fuck Laddie."

"You kidding? You really gonna let the dog fuck you?"

"Yes." Christine was emphatic. "Roger doesn't want to fuck a kid, and there's no on else around. Laddie is the lucky choice." Talking about it made it seem less frightening.

"God, I wish I could be there to watch. I'm creaming just thinking about it." Tracy wriggled her soft ass, her clit pressing into the sheet beneath her. "Mmmmmm, can I listen?"

Christine thought about it for a minute. "I don't know. I'll be on the floor, and I wouldn't be able to hold the phone." She really didn't want her friend to hear her scream in pain, if it hurt.

"Awwww, please. Let me listen. You can put the phone on the floor. I'll hear you."

"I'll call you back afterward and tell you all about it." Christine took a deep sigh. "Okay?"

Grudgingly, Tracy agreed. "You call me right back. I want to know everything. I'm gonna wait right here in bed and play with myself, thinking about you fucking Laddie."

Christine giggled. "I'll call, don't worry." She stretched, dropped the phone in it place. She smiled at Laddie, who was lying at the foot of the bed, patiently waiting. "I hope you don't hurt me."

She slipped out of the bed, crawled naked to the closet. She opened the door and angled the long mirror where she wanted it. She was going to watch herself being fucked. She crawled back to the bed. "C'mon, Laddie. Break my cherry."

She looked up at the dog from the floor. "C'mon down here." Christine patted the carpet, showing him where to go. "C'mon, boy. I'm all ready for you." The teenager got into position when the dog jumped to the floor. He sniffed her wiggling body, his cold nose touching her hot flesh.

Christine looked at the mirror. She could see herself perfectly; arms and elbows on the mattress as she leaned on the bed, knees on the floor. Tits digging into the mattress. She waited for Laddie to stop sniffing her.

"C'mon, boy, hope on, and fuck me." Christine kept her gaze on the mirror, wondering what she would look like with a cock stuck up her cunt and her cherry gone.

Casually, the golden-haired retriever sniffed the teenager. His nose skimmed her ribs, her thighs, her hips, her ass cheeks. Each time he touched her, a shivery sigh floated from Christine's panting mouth. He licked her; her skin was as smooth as velvet against his wide tongue.

"Ohhhhh, Laddie," she moaned. "Fuck me before I change my mind." As the dog licked, goose bumps dotted her flesh. She was shaking, afraid she would chicken out at the last minute. "Hurry, Laddie. I'm ready for your cock." Her pussy was juicy and hot, but her growing panic would soon dry her up.

Laddie picked up the familiar scent of her pussy and licked closer to the strong, arousing smell. He nuzzled his nose between her ass cheeks, his tongue slithering over the tiny wrinkled crack of her asshole.

"Oooooo, Laddie," she squealed in delight. His tongue lapped around her tiny shitter, and she almost fainted from the shuddering contract. "Oooooh, Laddie!" Her pussy began to ooze, coating the puffy pink lips of her cunt. The narrow slit emitted a white froth of cunt cream.

Laddie snorted. He backed up enough to slap his tongue up through her pussy and over her wrinkled ass-ring. Warm doggie spit blended with the white cream of her pussy. It was a warm soupy mixture between the virgin's legs. The dog's slapping tongue lathered up a foam of the creamy blend, and he became aroused – as always – when he licked her.

Laddie reamed her pussy with his tongue, being stopped by the annoying piece of cherry skin. He shook his head, his tongue whipping up through the crack of her ass, sloshing her pussy cream with it. He wriggled his tongue up through her tiny ass crack, coating her pinkish-brown asshole with cunt juice and drool.

Christine forgot about her panic. His tongue was turning her mind to mush. The new and wild sensations of having her asshole licked carried her into bliss. She glanced at her face in the mirror, saw it was flushed, her eyes glittering.

"Ohhhh, Laddie, go in my ass! There's no cherry there! Go in all the way!" She pushed back against his nuzzling snout. "My asshole!"

Laddie's tongue fluttered out, tickled her wrinkled shit hole. The child's wails excited him. He nipped the cheeks of her spit-soaked ass and slurped through her juicy pussy over her ass cheeks.

"Ooooh, Laddie!" She was delirious, wanting the dog's tongue in her ass. For the moment, getting fucked had been cast aside by the overpowering desire to have her asshole reamed. "Ooohhh, Laddie! Laddie!"

The beast dug his snout between the child's ripe ass cheeks, splitting apart the creamy halves. He sniffed her wrinkled ass crack, his cold nose sending shivery spasms through her body. He pressed his nose tight against her.

"Ooooooh!" She bucked, her tits crushing into the mattress. She snapped her head around, seeing the giant dog's head buried between her thighs, his snout in her ass. "Lick me!" It was a high-pitched squeal.

Laddie whined, his tongue darting out. His tongue had found her ass creak. He wriggled into her asshole, parting the muscular opening, exploring the steamy depths of her guts for the first time. He stabbed his tongue deep.