DOG-BALLING DAUGHTER is a dramatic representation of women who dare to let their most base desires and passions come to the fore. They are some of the few who are willing to accept the consequences, be it reward or punishment, for allowing themselves to be sexually liberated. Their story is a startling insight into the lives of people who dare to deal with the darker sides of their own sexual natures.
Debbie, young, a virgin and fully aware of her overwhelming curiosity about sex, kicked back the covers and heaved a sigh.
“Damn,” she muttered as she stared up at the ceiling. “Damn!”
Her lush, young body trembled as hot pockets of air rushed from her mouth. Her small, plump tits heaved under her pink, virginal nightie. The crotch of her matching panties was dark with the sticky juices of her virgin pussy.
Debbie quivered, climbed out of bed and stared at herself in the full-length mirror.
“You’re sex-crazy,” she said, looking at her reflection. “Sex-crazy.”
She swayed in front of the mirror, her blue eyes glassy with the passion of a night of erotic dreams. Her eyelids fluttered as she skimmed her hands up her body and spanned her tits. She squeezed, her hard nipples poking against the material of her nightie. The contact made her shiver with excitement.
“God,” she moaned softly. Her tongue flicked out, skimmed across her lips and made them glisten. “If only I had the nerve to let a boy touch me.”
She whimpered, then slowly lifted her nightie. The silky flesh of her flat stomach appeared as her breathing quickened. She lifted her nightie higher until her pulpy, white tits were exposed. She gasped, pulled off her nightie and tossed it away.
She gaped hotly at her plump, white tits and pink, swollen nipples. A hot smile played on her lips.
“Billy and Timmy would sure like to see me now,” she purred as she conjured up an image of her two classmates. She giggled, then jerked her shoulders, making her tits bounce. “They’d cum in their fucking pants!”
Debbie molded her hands to her tits. A plump handful, her nipples seared her palms as she kneaded her pliant tit-meat.
“Fuck,” she mumbled. “Fuck . . . fuck . . . fuck.”