Daughter digs dogs

CHAPTER ONE

Pretty young Karen Ames got home from school and hurried to her bedroom. Her mother wouldn't be home from work until five o'clock. Karen liked that. With no father to boss her around, it was nice to be totally free of parental guidance from time to time.

These were special hours to Karen. Unlike other girls who indulged in sports and other activities after school, Karen liked to be alone with her thoughts. She was a thinking girl.

She sat at her dressing table, unlocked a small drawer, and pulled out her diary and her pen with purple ink. She spread the book open and wrote:

Dear Diary,

It happened again today in class. When I crossed my legs and squeezed my thighs together real hard, my you-know-what got very wet. Seeing Robbie Anderson in his new turtleneck sweater helped. So did Mr. Turner. He sure looks at me hard lately! It's all so new and exciting! I bent over to get my pencil that I dropped and Mr. Turner's eyes just stared into the neck of my dress. That made my titties feel funny, if you know what I mean. I know what he'd like to do to them! And I know what Robbie would like to do under my dress. What a cute boy!

Karen giggled and closed her diary. She carefully replaced it in its drawer with the pen. She locked the drawer and put the key back in its hiding place behind the framed picture of herself in her first bikini.

Karen gazed at the photo for several moments, remembering that summer on the beach. She'd finally gotten her mother to lighten up and let her purchase a teeny-weeny blue bikini. She had loved it. Last summer had been very exciting for her, twitching her cute ass around the beach and knowing that male gazes were devouring her. She had felt luscious.

She felt luscious now, too. She pushed away from the dresser and turned to the full-length mirror on the opposite wall. She stared up and down her curvy young body. Thoughts of Robbie and her teacher made her nipples stand up inside her dress and bra. She felt a slight stirring in her cunt.

"Mmmmmm," she moaned softly. She kicked off her sandals and unzipped her dress. She shrugged her smooth white shoulders and the dress slipped down to her jutting tits. Smiling softly, she pulled the dress over the points of her cute tits and let it slither down the length of her body.

She stepped out of her dress and picked it up, then carried it to the closet and hung it neatly on a hanger. She returned to the mirror and gazed at herself in her new bikini undies. She lifted her small hands to her thrusting tits and smoothed over them. She liked the way the bra was made, so small and cute. Two small triangles of see-through green material barely covered the thrust of her developing tits. She peeled the bra off and tossed it onto her bed.

Her hands quickly returned to her tits. She toyed with her pink nipples, which immediately stood up and tingled to her touch. She liked that. She stood for some time just playing with her spiking nipples, getting to know and appreciate the feelings she could give herself.

As her fingertips slowly teased the pink buds, she thought about something she'd not yet seen with her own eyes, cock. Did Mr. Turner get a hard-on when he looked at her? she wondered. And how about Robbie? Was his prick stiff when she looked at him?

Fucking was a mystery to Karen. She sighed and squeezed her tits lightly as she recalled all the girl-talk in school about boys and hard-ons and cum and fucking. It thoroughly fascinated her that boys got stiff pricks once in a while around girls. She remembered the dance, when Billy Joe had pushed up against her and she'd felt his boner throbbing against her pussy. What a feeling!

It had embarrassed her then that it didn't shame her. Actually, she had liked the feel of his prick, and she'd danced ten dances with the boy. She wasn't embarrassed now, though, as she recalled the incident. Now she thought it would be very nice to have a cock throbbing up against her cunt.

The thought of her cunt made her drop her gaze to her little green panties. Cupping her naked tits, she hunched her hips forward a little and opened her thighs. She gazed at her patch of furry pussy-hair showing through the thin material of her panties.

There was the big secret, she knew. Right at the bottom of the V of her green panties was the thing all boys and even men wanted from a girl – her pussy.

She slipped her hands down to her slim waist. Her thumbs hooked into the waistband of her panties and she lowered them until her blonde cunt-hair peeked out. Then she ran her thumbs around in back and pushed her panties down in the rear. She had a firm, round ass, and she had to wiggle a little to get the panties below her protruding ass-cheeks.

Karen leaned over and shoved the panties all the way down to her ankles. Her tits were still firm and pointed – two perfect pyramids. Bent over as she was, stepping out of her panties, her ass writhed, and for a moment, her thighs came together and her sweet little cunt peeked from between them, her pussy-lips pressed together by the pressure of her legs.

She tossed the panties onto the bed with her bra and stood before her mirror, admiring herself. She ran a hand down over her smooth, flat tummy. Her fingers snaked through the softness of her pussy-hair. She touched her pussy-lips.

"Ummmm," she moaned.

She set her feet apart and hunched her hips forward again so she could get her fingers onto her cunt. Her middle finger automatically went to her clit. Her clit shot up like her nipples to her touch, and she made a soft sound as she slowly rubbed it into stiffness.

She may not have known much about boys and men and stiff cocks, but she sure knew a lot about her own pussy. She loved to make her cunt come.

Her eyelids became heavy as her fingers grew bolder around her pussy. Her back arched and her knees bent a little. She spread her thighs and finally did what she'd been thinking about all day. She inched her slender middle finger up into the hotness of her wet cunt-hole.

"Ohhhhh," she whimpered, getting familiar good feelings in her pussy.

Her ripe, pouting lips parted. Her pink tongue slithered across them repeatedly as she started running the full length of her finger in and out of her squirming cunt-mouth.

"Uh-uh-uh!" she started grunting. Her pussy started twisting, and she began humping it on her drilling finger. Her eyes rolled in her head and she gasped for breath. She felt her orgasm building up violently in her straining belly.

Close to orgasm, she looked drugged and helpless with fuck-feelings. Her whole body took on an aura of lusciousness, and she sank to the small chair she kept near the mirror. Her lovely body sagged in it, and her knees fell wide open. Her soaked finger never stopped pistoning in and out of her tight little cunt-hole.

"Oh! Oh! Ohhhhhh!" she squealed suddenly.

Her head twisted back and her eyes closed. Her mouth flew open and her tongue lashed viciously all around her sensitive lips. Her tits arched and strained and jutted hard, heaving in the air as her ass twisted and writhed on the chair.

"Ohhhhhmmmmmmm!" she moaned lewdly, and fucked her cunt furiously on her drilling finger. Great spasms of sexual pleasure engulfed her, and she went out of her head with secret, private joy.

She thrust her pussy up in the air, lifting her ass right off the seat. Her thumb and fore-finger grasped her quivering clit and squeezed the hell out of it while her two middle fingers rammed up into her coming little cunt.

Huge waves of sensation washed over her as she whipped and jerked and her pussy flooded with fuck juices. She shrieked and caught her lower lip between her teeth and fucked her probing, drilling fingers. She wrenched her hot cunt up and down and back and forth as she came. Lots and lots of silky cunt fluids came oozing from her pussy-mouth. They drenched her naughty fingers and dribbled down her cunt into her twisting ass-crack.

That began stage two of Karen's private pleasures. Gasping for breath, she lowered her writhing ass to the chair, spread her thighs as wide as they could go, and rubbed both hands into her own warm, wet pussy.

She got her fingers and palms thoroughly soaked with her cum-juices and smeared them over her inner thighs, through her pussy-hair, all over her heaving belly, and up onto her thrusting, quivering tits. She put her right hand over her mouth, and her pink tongue slithered out and licked slowly and pleasurably. She thought about women who lick women as she lapped her cunt-juice from her fingers.

With her other hand she rubbed cum into her tits as if it were health cream. Then she returned it to her writhing cunt. Moaning softly, she let the tip of one finger slip and slide over her twisting asshole.

This began stage three of Karen's self-pleasure pattern. Rubbing her asshole as she was coming always made her come more. Her tight little asshole writhed against her rubbing fingertip, and new feelings shot through her sensitive cunt.

"Uhhhh," she groaned, knowing she would go on to even greater heights of erotic joy. She hazily knew what she would do now. The thing she never told anyone about. She didn't mind swapping stories with her girlfriends about finger-fucking her cunt, but she never told a soul about the other thing.

She humped her hips upward and twisted to one side. Her thumb dived into her gyrating wet cunt and her middle finger pushed up into her asshole. This was forbidden pleasure, she knew, but when she was coming and aching for more joy, it was precisely forbidden pleasure that she wanted.

Her thumb disappeared into her tight pussy and her middle finger buried itself up her twisting ass. With her thumbnail rubbing the inner walls of her hot cunt and her fingertip fucking around in her asshole, she squealed and shrieked and fucked her body violently, coming and coming and coming.

"Ohhh, Mamaaaaaaaa!" she cried. Her orgasm was long, violent, furious and wet.

After the great spasms of pleasure swept through her and her pussy was leaking profusely, she took her hand away from her twisting pussy and sagged in the chair, panting for breath.

She came to her senses slowly, her tits heaving and her cunt dribbling. She smiled at herself in the mirror. She liked how she looked now – like those sensuous, beautiful girls in men's magazines.

If only Mr. Turner could see me now, she thought lewdly. She smoothed her hands over her tits and wondered what Robbie would do if he were here right this minute. Visions of erect, throbbing cocks filled her mind. She had seen pictures of boners.

If only I wasn't afraid to fuck, she thought sadly. For she knew she was indeed frightened of actually fucking boys. It always amazed her when she learned that girls like Sheila and Barbara actually fucked with boys. It had startled her and dazed her mind the day it got out that Mr. Barrett, the grocery clerk, was fucking his niece Janet. How could pretty little Janet's pussy take a man's whole cock inside?

Karen pushed all the puzzling thoughts from her head and returned to the matter at hand – her own private pleasure. So she wasn't like other girls. So what? She was herself. She would get her kicks her own way. Why not? She didn't have to give her cunt to the boys, did she? Sure, girlfriends told her fucking was super, but so was finger-fucking herself.

In this way, Karen justified her fear of fucking with boys and men. She slowly rubbed her writhing cunt and smiled with pleasure, satisfied with her own brand of fucking.

Her gaze drifted to the face of the small clock on her nightstand. Four o'clock. Her mother would be home in an hour. There was work to be done.

She got to her feet with a sigh, thinking of her chores. There were dishes to be done. She had to feed the dog. Dust the furniture in the living room. Make her bed.

She pulled on a long, pink T-shirt and wore it as a mini-dress. Of course, she would have to be fully dressed when her mother arrived, but until then, she could run around however she pleased. She tugged the shirt down just below her pussy and glanced over her shoulder in the mirror at how the long shirt fell around her curvy little ass. She smiled again, pleased with herself. She liked the way her tits pointed so hard in the soft fabric. She pranced out of the room to tackle her chores and get them over with. When her mother got home, she'd have to go into the bathroom and play with herself. She wished her mother were more open-minded about fucking.

When Karen got to the kitchen, the dog was already pawing the door, knowing it was his dinnertime. But she ignored his demanding scratches and did the dishes. She hated all the things she had to do around the house every day, but until she was 18, she'd just have to do them obediently. She couldn't wait until she was 18. She imagined herself getting fucked by a different guy every single night.

She finished up the dishes with her mind still filled with wild thoughts about handsome guys doing all sorts of things to her. She wanted to enjoy her private thoughts to the utmost because they made her tits, cunt and ass feel so good. But the dog at the door continually interrupted her flow of feeling.

"Oh, Rex!" she shouted. "Stop it!"

But the dog, upon hearing his name, put up a bigger racket. He yelped and pawed the door and whined a little – all tricks that used to get him everything he wanted. But that was before Karen's father ran off with a younger woman. Rex was her dad's dog and Karen disliked the animal even more for that reason. She remembered her dad walking the dog, smoking his pipe, looking tremendously handsome in his sporty clothes. She had liked Rex then, as much as her father did. But now the damned dog was a painful reminder of happier days.

She threw dog food into a plastic bowl and put the dish on the floor. She pulled the kitchen door open and growled, "Come on, dammit, eat!"

The huge, hairy mutt plodded quickly across the floor and dived his snout into the mess in the bowl. Karen watched him steadily and shook her head.

"I don't know what in hell you're good for," she said sarcastically, imitating her brother. "All you do is eat and sleep!"

The dog stopped eating long enough to give her a look. Karen wrinkled her nose.

"And don't give me that big, brown-eyed, sad look," she sneered. "You don't fool me one bit. You're a pain in the ass, you know that? Why didn't Daddy take you with him? You were supposed to mean so much to him! You're worthless! Now get finished there, because you're going right back outside!"

She resisted the urge to give the big mutt a swift kick in the ass. She felt like that sometimes. When the dog tried to be affectionate, it turned her off. It was as if by resenting the dog, she was getting back at her father. Sometimes she felt like getting back at her father. Sometimes she felt like getting a stick or a belt and whipping the animal. In some of her more negative frames of mind, she daydreamed of chaining Rex to a tree and just walloping the hell out of him.

To rid herself of these depressing thoughts, Karen sat down to wait for Rex to finish his meal. As usual, when she was by herself, she let her pretty legs fall open and dropped her hand between them. Her tits rose and fell in her tight T-shirt as she fondly petted her creamy pussy. A few seconds later, a single finger stole up into her cunt-hole and started fucking.

Her eyes closed, and she purred like a kitten as she happily fucked her finger in and out of her tight little cunt. It felt good to clench her pussy muscles against her finger. She wondered what it would be like to have a boy's stiff cock up her cunt, strangled by her pussy walls. What a thrill that must be!

Finger-fucking her cunt, seeing the dog eating, thinking of her lost father – all of this came together in her young mind to form an other forbidden erotic fantasy. She remembered the days when she could sit on her daddy's lap. She remembered how his eyes started avoiding her growing tits. She recalled the last time she was on his lap in front of the TV. Something had grown big and hot under her cute little ass and she'd known what it was.

She recalled she had been in her nightie, prepared for bed. Her mother was out somewhere, and her dad let her stay up just a little longer. She'd gotten excited about his kindness, and she had perched her ass on his lap and given him a nice, big kiss. Somehow her tits had pressed pretty hard against him, and that's when she'd felt his huge prick come up against her ass. It had given her funny feelings, especially when she thought about his cock ramming into her mother's cunt. Could her mom's pussy take a big prick like that?

She speared her slim finger up into her wiggly cunt and let her mind go. Naughty, erotic, downright raunchy secret thoughts assailed her. Coming wetly on her soaked finger, she daydreamed about her daddy getting into bed with her and pushing his giant cock up her cunt. This thought alone got her off a good one – as usual. She choked and gasped and writhed and jerked on the chair, coming beautifully as she thought of her father fucking her.

Then she collapsed in the chair and panted for breath. She pulled her finger out of her juicy cunt and stuck it into her mouth and sucked it off, moaning softly.

At that moment, the dog got a whiff of her hot, juicy cunt. He came away from his empty dish and followed his nose to Karen's open, pink, soaked pussy. His wet snout nudged her pussy.

"What!" Karen gasped.

Her eyes shot open and she stared in amazement as Rex sniffed and bumped her cunt.

"Rex… stop that…" she panted, but didn't push him away.