Little Edie: Walking the Dog

Edie (only just 14yo) discovers she likes doggy cock almost as much as she likes Daddy cock..

"Stop chewing with your mouth open, Edie. It's disgusting," Amy said, not looking up from her phone. She didn't sound angry, just bored.

The girl didn't apologize. She just kept chewing the piece of apple, her small feet swinging back and forth under the kitchen chair. She was wearing a thin, white cotton nightie that barely covered her bum. There was no underwear beneath it; the hem of the garment fluttered with every movement of her legs.

Edie caught her father’s eye from across the table. Rob wasn't looking at his food; he was watching the way the fabric of her nightie shifted, exposing the pale, soft curve of her thighs. Edie knew exactly what he was looking at. She slowly shifted her weight, spreading her legs wide, letting the dress ride up further. She didn't say a word, but she let a small, knowing smirk play on her lips, a silent invitation that she knew would make his blood boil.

Under the table, Edie pulled the hem of the nightie up to fully expose herself. Rob’s grip tightened on his fork, his knuckles whitening. He loved this—the dangerous, quiet game they played while Amy sat just three feet away, completely oblivious. The thrill of it was a physical weight in the air, the secret shared between father and daughter while the mother remained a mere accessory to the room.

He leaned back, his eyes locking onto that small, pink cunt, glistening and vulnerable in the morning light. It was a tight, pristine little slit, ready and waiting for Daddy. Edie’s eyes flicked to her mother, as she felt his gaze devour her, her own hand sliding down to tease him, her fingers spreading the sensitive folds to show him the pink insides. She wanted it; she wanted the thick, heavy girth of her Dad to stretch her open until she couldn't think.

This had all started a bath time when she was little—at first, under the pretence of making sure she was clean, lingering, teaching her exactly how it felt to be handled. It became normalized, a ritual for both of them. He didn't just wash her; he cleaned every single inch using a soft cloth and a thick, scented soap that clung to her skin. He spent an eternity on the folds of her labia, circling the clitoris with a firm rough thumb until she was shaking, ensuring every hidden corner of her soaking wet heat was polished and prepped. He moved the cloth lower, cleaning the tight, puckered ring of her asshole with a deliberate pressure.

Eventually he stopped using the wash cloth, preferring the direct feel of his calloused skin against her slickness. He would spread her legs wide, bracing her small back against the porcelain tub, and dive in with his finger. He didn't just wipe; he explored, hooking his fingertips deep into the creases of her groin and swirling them around her clit until she was whimpering. She had her first orgasm in that tub, a sudden, violent shudder that left her gasping, after that she had gone from a willing participant to an addicted.

Within weeks, their play evolved from a secret bath time ritual to a full-blown obsession that bled into every hour of the day. Whenever they were alone, the house became a playground of skin and sweat. Rob stopped pretending it was about hygiene; he began treating her body like his property, pushing her limits and teaching her exactly how to take him. He showed her how to wrap her small hands around his shaft, guiding her to slide her mouth over the head, praising her whenever she gagged and swallowed the thick strings of cum.

She'd been an eager student, but the real education began when Rob decided her front wasn't enough to satisfy him. He started with a heavy dose of lube and a single, insistent finger, pushing past the tight, puckered ring of her asshole while she was still pinned to the bed. Edie had cried out at first, the sensation alien and intrusive, but the moment he hit that internal trigger, her toes curled and a low, guttural moan escaped her. He didn't stop until she was begging for more, her small hips bucking instinctively against his hand, craving the fullness that only that tight, forbidden channel could provide.

Now she was insatiable. Edie’s fingers worked slowly under the kitchen table, her small clit pulsing against her touch as she watched Rob’s pupils dilate. She leaned forward, pretending to reach for the orange juice, but her movement was a calculated lure, shifting her hips so that her wetness glistened even more clearly for him. The risk of Amy seeing around added a sharp, electric edge to the arousal. She wanted him to stop pretending, wanted him to reach under the table and claim her right there in the open.

Rob stood up abruptly, the legs of his chair screeching against the tile. ""I'm going to take Spot for a walk," Rob announced. He didn't look at Amy, who just gave a distracted hum of acknowledgement without lifting her eyes from the screen. "Can I come Daddy?" Edie asked, her voice sweet and innocent. Rob grinned, grabbing the leash from the hook. "Of course, sweetheart."

"Edie you're not even dressed," Amy muttered, finally looking up, though her eyes remained glazed with boredom. Rob didn't stop, his hand gripping Edie's shoulder and guiding her towards the door. "She can just pop her coat and wellies on," he replied, "it's not cold."

Edie scrambled to pull on her summwr coat that barely reached her mid-thigh, offering only slightly more coverage as the white cotton nightie beneath it. As she bent to pull on her rubber boots, the hem of the coat rode up, leaving her small, pale bum cheeks exposed to the cool draft of the hallway. She loved the naughtiness of it ; the thrill of being practically naked outside made her tiny clit throb with a heavy, insistent heat.

They stepped out into the crisp morning Yorkshire air, the cottage sitting isolated at the bottom of a long, winding track, surrounded on all sides by fields bounded by old hedges. Spot, the black lab, bounded ahead. Rob ignored him , his focus entirely on the way Edie’s slender bare thighs brushed together with every step, the fabric of her coat fluttering to give a glimpse of the crease of her bum.

She didn't wait for the walk to get far; the house wasn't even out of sight when she casually pulled up the hem of her coat as she walked, flashing her bare, white cheeks to the open countryside. Rob smiled as he watched her little bottom wiggle with a playful, provocative sway. He didn't say a word, and neither did she for what seemed like an eternity. Then, she slowly bent over arching her back so her small, pink pussy lips pouted out between her legs, below the perfect little rosebud of her arsehole. She looked back at him over her shoulder, her eyes full of mischief, "am I pretty, Daddy?"

As she said it she pulled her cheeks further apart with two small fingers, exposing the glistening, pink wetness of her core to the open air. "The prettiest girl in the world," Rob groaned, his voice thick.

"Shall we go to the barn, then?" Rob asked, his voice a low rasp. He didn't wait for an answer, his hand sliding down to grip the back of her neck, guiding her away from the path and toward the weathered timber structure hidden by a thicket of overgrown brambles. Edie practically skipped, the friction of her bare thighs rubbing together sending jolts of heat straight to her throbbing clit. She could feel the moisture dripping down her legs, a sticky trail that marked her as his.

Suddenly, she stopped and gripped the hem of her coat. In one fluid motion, she yanked the garment and the thin white nightie over her head, tossing the bundle of fabric toward him with a playful, triumphant giggle. She stood there for a heartbeat, completely naked, other than her yellow wellies, shivering in the cool air, her small, almost flat chest heaving and a few wisps of ine golden peach fuzzy on her mons, her swollen, pink folds still smooth and hairless. Without a word, she turned and sprinted into the dim, dusty shadows of the barn, her small feet slapping against the dirt floor.

When Rob stepped inside, he found her already positioned on the hay bales, her small body arched in a perfect curve. Edie was on all fours, her palms pressed into the prickly straw, her small, round bum thrust high into the air and presented like an offering. She didn't look back at him; she just wiggled her hips, the movement making her tight, pink slit gape open slightly.

Before Rob could reach for her, Spot shot forward, and lapped her exposed childish cunt with a broad, wet tongue. Edie let out a sharp, high-pitched squeal, her small hips jerking instinctively as the rough texture of the dog's tongue flicked from her swollen clit to her bumhole. Startled, she tried to push the lab’s head away, her small hand batting at his muzzle. "Daddy, stop him!" she gasped, her voice suddenly a panicked child rather than the little temptress.

Rob didn't stop him; he just laughed. "He just wants to play too, sweetheart," he murmured, his voice thick with arousal as he stepped closer. "Why don't you just let him—you might like it." He reached out, gripping her small, soft waist with one hand and gently holding her in place, effectively pinning her against the hay. The dog, sensing the permission, redoubled his efforts, his wide, wet tongue sliding deep into the crease of her thighs, tasting the salty sweetness of her arousal. Edie’s obeyed her Dad's command, her reluctantly staying in place as the dog's tongue flicked upward, hitting her clit with a wet, rhythmic slap.

The panic slowly dissolved into a heavy, pulsing heat the dog’s tongue rough and flexible against her delicate skin. The wet, rhythmic slapping against her clit sent electric shocks through her small frame, and Edie found herself leaning into the sensation, her hips beginning to roll in a slow, instinctive circle. It felt good—better even than the rough circles of her father’s fingers. The raw, animal intensity of it stripped away the last of her hesitation, leaving her gasping as the broad muscle of the lab’s tongue pushed deeper into her folds, tasting every drop of her leaking sweetness.

Rob watched her face transform from shock to slack mouthed enjoyment, his own cock straining against his trousers. "Look at how much he likes it, Edie," Rob whispered, his voice a dark growl. He reached down, spreading her cheeks wide with his thumb and forefinger, further exposing the tight, puckered ring of her hole. As if on cue, Spot let out a low huff and drove his wet tongue deep into her arsehole, the muscle sliding inside her with a wet, squelching sound. Edie shrieked, a loud, piercing sound that echoed through the barn, her toes curling inside her wellies as the sensation of being penetrayed from behind by the dog's tongue gave her goosebumps.

The dog became methodical, alternating between the soaking wetness of her cunt and the tight grip of her asshole. Every time Spot’s broad tongue flicked upward, hitting her clit with a heavy, rhythmic slap, Edie’s small hips bucked violently. She was a mess of shaking limbs and leaking juices, her back arching so hard her spine looked like a bow. Rob didn't touch her further; he just stood there, savoring the sight of his daughter being systematically worked over by the family pet, as she dissolved into a puddle of animal lust on the dusty hay.

Edie could feel the thick, slime of the dog's saliva coating her thighs, mixing with her own honeyed cream as Spot worked her over. The broad, wet muscle of the lab's tongue didn't just lick; it probed, sliding deep into her tight little pussy and flicking against her clit with a wet, rhythmic slap that made her vision blur. She was shaking, her small chest heaving as she gasped for air, her hips bucking instinctively into the dog's muzzle. The raw, mindless sensation of it was overwhelming, turning her into nothing more than a pulsing, leaking hole for the dog to explore.

She dropped her face onto the hay, freeing her hands to reach back and pull herself cheeks-apart, giving Spot a clear path. The dog’s tongue was a relentless, wet piston, hammering against her clit and sliding deep into her tight rear with a thick, squelching sound. Edie was sobbing now, not from pain, but from the sheer, crushing intensity of it. She felt the saliva dripping down her thighs, mixing with the thick, creamy scent of her own arousal, turning her small, pink core into a slick, glistening mess.

Her orgasm hit like a physical blow, a violent shudder that racked her small frame and left her sobbing and drooling into the straw. She'd never cummed so hard, her little clit throbbing in a raw, aching rhythm as she collapsed beneath the weight of the sensation. Rob finally moved, his heavy boots crunching the dirt as he stepped over her shaking body. He didn't offer a comforting word; instead, he reached down and gripped her chin, tilting her face up to see her glazed, rolling eyes and the slack-jawed expression of total defeat. "You loved that, didn't you, my little slut?" he rasped, his voice was warm and almost amused.

Spot was finished though, his instincts shifting from curious licking to a primal, driving need. He let out a low, guttural huff and shifted his weight, mounting Edie from behind. His heavy paws hooking onto her small, shaking hips, pinning her flat against the rough hay. Edie let out a muffled gasp, her yellow wellies kicking uselessly against the dirt as the dog’s thick, pulsing cock searched for her heat. He stabbed at her upturned bum with clumsy, instinctive thrust.

"Daaaady, stop him!" Edie wailed, though her protest seemed almost half—hearted. The dog’s paws dug deep into her soft hips, anchoring her as his knarked red dog cock found its mark—forcing its way past her smooth, slick labia with a wet, sucking sound as it sank inside her. Edie’s yellow wellies kicked frantically against the dirt, her small legs splaying wide as the animal’s girth stretched her tight, childish walls to their absolute limit.

The first few thrusts were clumsy and raw, the dog’s heavy hips slamming into her small bottom with a rhythmic, fleshy thud. Edie’s head snapped back, her mouth hanging open in a silent scream as she felt the thick, pulsing shaft drive deeper and deeper, hitting her cervix with a blunt force that made her vision blur. She started to grunt, a guttural, rhythmic sound that synced with every hard slam of the dog’s pelvis against her. Each thrust sent a fresh wave of heat through her, the raw, animal friction turning her small pussy into a furnace of friction and fluid.

Rob had never seen anything so primal. He stood over them, his own cock throbbing in time with the rhythmic, fleshy thud of the lab's pelvis slamming into Edie’s small backside. The dog was no longer tentative; he had found a rhythm, his heavy paws digging into her soft hips to anchor her as he drove his thick, red shaft deep into her tight channel. Edie tossed her head from side to side in the hay, her eyes rolled back as her small body was buckled and bent by the sheer force of the animal's drive.

The sound was visceral—a wet, squelching slap of skin on skin. With every thrust, Edie’s pussy gripped the girth of the dog, her internal walls clenching instinctively around the intruder. She wasn't screaming anymore; she was making low, needy whimpers, her small fingers clawing at the straw as the friction burned her raw.

Then, the pressure peaked. The dog gave one final, deep lunge that pinned her chest flat into the hay, and Edie’s world exploded. A violent, jagged orgasm ripped through her, starting at her clit and radiating outward in waves of electric heat. Her internal muscles spasmed in a frantic, crushing rhythm, milking the shaft with a desperation that made her back arch until she was nearly vertical. She let out a long, broken wail, her small body shuddering under the weight of a peak so intense it left her breathless and shaking. Dog cum gushed into her immature womb in thick, hot pulses, filling her to the brim.

Rob didn’t let her linger in the afterglow. As the dog finally slid out with a wet, popping sound, leaving Edie’s pussy gaping and leaking a mixture of cream and canine seed, he stepped behind her. Guiding his own cock, thick and pulsing with a need into her open, dog cum slicked heat, he didn't bother with a slow entry. He drove himself in with one heavy, authoritative lunge, his girth stretching her already abused walls and displacing the warm fluid that surged back out to coat his balls. Edie let out a strangled gasp, her small frame shuddering as she felt the transition from the animal's bluntness to her father's hard, familiar length.

He gripped her hips with bruising force, pinning her deeper into the hay as he established a steady punishing rhythm. The sound in the barn shifted to ar hythmic sucking and farting, the wetness of the dog’s leftover mess acting as a lubricant that made every thrust sound like a squelch. Rob groaned, his eyes locking onto the way her small, pale backside trembled under the impact, her pussy gripping him with a desperate, clenching intensity. He was taking long strokes, withdrawing until he almost slipped out, then pausing for a heart beat, before sliding back in, bottoming out against her cervix. Her little rosebud winked and fluttered with every slam, almost inviting him to use it next.

He slowed his pace, but didn't pulling out, as hereached down, scooping a thick handful of the canine seed and her own leaking juices from his balls and her inner thighs. He didn't waste a drop, massaging the warm, pearlescent slurry into her tiny bumhole, ensuring it was thoroughly slicked, before pressing two fingers deep into the mixture, guiding them into the puckered, pliable ring of her arsehole. He didn't hesitate, shoving his fingers inside her with a wet, sliding sound, using the dog’s cum to grease the way into her tight but well-used rear hole.

Edie groaned, but didn't move an inch, her small body sinking further into the hay as she felt his fingers stretch her open. The cold air of the barn bit at her skin, but the heat inside her was an inferno, fueled by the lingering pulses of the dog’s seed and the raw pressure of her father’s cock and hand. Rob worked his fingers in and out of his pubescent daughter's arse hole, in an alternate rhythm to his cock in her tiny cunt. He could feel his own knuckles rubbing against the top of his shaft through the internal wall that separated her two holes, a sensation that made his vision swim.

With a sudden, wet pop Rob yanked his cock from her pussy, leaving her gaping and dripping. Edie let out a sharp, needy whimper, her hips instinctively arching upward, begging for the return of the fullness. He didn't make her wait long. He gripped her wais, aligning his throbbing adult cock head with the slick, cream-coated ring of her childish little asshole. He pushed in slowly, a deliberate, agonizing inch at a time, savoring the way her tiny, puckered muscles fought and then yielded to his girth. The mixture of dog cum and her own juices acted as a perfect lubricant, allowing him to slide deep into the tight, forbidden channel.

Edie groaned, her small hand blindly reaching back to find her hairless, immature clit. She began to rub herself with a frantic, clumsy urgency, her small fingers sliding through the slurry of seed and heat. The combination of the thick stretch in her rear and the sharp, electric friction on her clit sent her into a spinning vertigo. She felt her internal walls clamping down on him in rhythmic pulses, her small body shaking as she tried to swallow every single inch of her Dad's cock into her greedy little arsehole.

Rob let out a low, guttural groan of pleasure, his pace shifting from deliberate to urgent. He drove into her with a rhythmic, wet slapping sound, the impact of his heavy balls hitting her small, pink pussy filling barn. Every thrust pushed her chest deeper into the prickly hay, her face mashed against it as she whimpered like an animal. He wasn't being gentle; he was using her like a piece of meat, his weight crushing her small frame as he hammered away at her tight, puckered ring.

Edie’s world narrowed down to the feeling of being split open from the inside. The friction in her arsehole was an agonizing, electric heat that bled over into her clit, sending her into a sensory overload. She began to wail, her small fingers massaging her immature clit, her hips bucking in a frantic, desperate dance to meet every single lunge. The internal pressure built until it felt like she was about to burst, her small muscles clamping around him in a crushing, milking rhythm that pushed Rob over the edge.

The feeling of her Dad painting her guts with his seed triggered her third orgasm of the morning, a violent, shuddering peak that made her small legs lock and child cunt queaf dog cum. Rob's hips continued to stutter as her pumped his load into his daughter's colon.

He didn't pull out immediately; instead, he slumped forward, pinning her small, shivering body against the hay while he breathed heavily into her ear. Edie lay there, a broken, leaking mess of a girl, feeling the thick, hot slurry of dog and man seed begin to cool inside her. She snuggled back into him, her skin tacky with dried fluids and barn dust, she was Daddy's, and now the dog's happy, little fuck toy. Rob finally withdrew with a wet, suctioning pop, leaving her backside gaping and pulsing, the interior of her arsehole painted a glistening, pearlescent white.

Before she could even gasp, Spot was back, his wide, wet tongue methodically licking the overflow from her pussy and the dripping excess from her rear. The dog was thorough, lapping up every single drop of the combined seed, cleaning her holes with a rhythmic, slobbering eagerness that made Edie moan softly in a daze. As the dog finished his cleaning, Rob shifted, his spent, floppy cock now dripping and sticky, hanging heavy between his thighs. He reached down, gripping her chin to tilt her face up, and guided his softening shaft toward her waiting mouth. "Suck it clean for Daddy," he rasped, his voice full of a dark, possessive pride. "You were so special for the dog, so brave to take it all. Now show me how much you love me."

Edie didn't hesitate; she opened her small mouth wide, her tongue already flicking out to taste the salty brine of his release and her own arse. She wrapped her small lips around the head of his cock, suckling like a hungry calf, her cheeks hollowing as she drew the remaining seed from his urethra. She worked her way down the shaft, her tongue swirling around the ridges, making sure not a single drop of the pearlescent slurry remained. Rob groaned, his hand tangling in her golden hair to hold her steady, his hips giving a subconscious twitch as her wet, warm throat tightened around him.

As they walked back to the house the cold morning air made the slurry of seed in her holes feel like ice. Each step was a visceral reminder of her debauchery, the mixture of canine and human cum acting as a thick, cooling lubricant that squelched between her thighs. The draft cut through the open gaps of her legs, sending shivers through her small frame that contrasted sharply with the lingering, throbbing heat in her core. She walked with a wide, awkward gait, feeling the pearlescent fluid begin to thicken and tack against her skin, gluing her pussy lips together in a sticky, drying mess.

When they finally stepped over the threshold, Amy was standing in the hallway, arms crossed, her expression one of mild annoyance. "You two took your time," she remarked, her voice flat and devoid of any suspicion. She didn't notice the way Edie was walking like John Wayne. Amy’s gaze barely flickered over Edie's disheveled state, her mind already drifting back to the mundane concerns of the day, completely oblivious to fact her young daughter was dripping a mix of dog and Daddy cum out of both her gaping holes.

"Sorry love, Spot was just being a bit of a handful today," Rob said, his voice smooth as he leaned against the doorframe. He shot Edie a knowing look, his eyes drifting down to the suspicious, wet sheen clinging to the inner seams of her thighs. "He's got so much energy; he just wouldn't stop pushing himself into things. He really put his all into it today, didn't he, sweetheart?"