Daisy and Me
Copyright© 2025 by TheDarkKnight
Chapter 5: The Poop Hits the Propeller
Coming of Age Sex Story: Chapter 5: The Poop Hits the Propeller - Growing up in a small town in southeastern Georgia in the 1960’s wasn’t quite as idyllic as Mayberry, but my time there was made a lot better by having Daisy Taylor in my life. She was a pugnacious, kind of bratty tomboy who became my first love. Together, we explored the blooming sexuality of our teen years.
Caution: This Coming of Age Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Teenagers Consensual Reluctant Romantic Heterosexual Fiction Anal Sex First Masturbation Oral Sex Petting Voyeurism Clergy
I didn’t see Daisy until the next morning, when we met for breakfast before I had to head to work. I thought that might give me time to get my head back on straight, but as soon as I saw my honeybun smiling at me, I started to crumble. I felt the strangest urge to tell her everything, which would have been a disaster. Part of me was convinced that she might not be mad, just chalking it up to a boys-will-be-boys thing, and she would forgive me. That was lunacy, of course, and I managed to suppress that idea.
As usual, she did most of the talking, wanting to tell me everything that had happened at her job yesterday. Eventually, she stopped and just stared at me. I felt like I had a ‘‘Sinner’ sign taped to my forehead. “J.C., what’s wrong with you? You look like your dog died, and you don’t even have a dog.”
There it was, my chance to come clean. Instead, I came up with a story that only made things worse, if that was possible. “Daisy, I think Cindy has a crush on me.”
My girl stared at me for a moment, like she couldn’t believe what I had said, then she laughed. “J.C., you’re very crushable, but ... Cindy? How do you know?”
You know how Wiley Coyote runs off a cliff and hangs in space for a few seconds before he realizes gravity is going to kick in? That’s how I felt at that moment. Lies just followed lies. “We were working a lot in the storeroom yesterday. It’s kinda cramped in there, and she kept bumping into me.”
“With those watermelon boobs?”
“And other body parts. At first, I thought it was just an accident, but after the third time, I figured she was doing it on purpose.”
“But you didn’t tell her to stop?” Daisy asked.
“Nah, I just tried to stay away from her.”
“I don’t believe you. I bet you liked feeling Cindy rubbing against you,” Daisy said. “I bet you even got a bit of a woodie from it. And by the way, that’s not ‘having a crush’, that’s all-out flirting. She wants your body, J.C., and I’m not ready to share. Hmm, maybe I need to defend my territory. Maybe you should come over this evening and let me remind you why I’m your only girl. My parents are going to a PTA meeting, so we’ll have some time alone.” That promise alone was enough to put any thoughts about confessing out of my mind.
In my eagerness, I got to the Taylor home a little early. Daisy’s parents hadn’t left for the PTA meeting yet, which was okay. I’ve always liked Mr. and Mrs. Taylor, and they like me. Mr. Taylor and I traded a couple of jokes, then they left. As soon as we heard their car start, Daisy grabbed my hand and dragged me down the hall toward her bedroom. On the way, she told me some of what she had planned.
“Caroline told me about something that I’ve been wanting to try, something we haven’t done before.” If her naughty cousin had suggested it, I knew it would probably be something good.
Once we got to her room, she wasted no time stripping. I quickly copied her. We had overcome whatever shyness we had around each other. There wasn’t any part of her body I hadn’t seen and touched, and it was the same for her.
Daisy hopped on her bed and asked, “Do you know what sixty-nine is?”
“Uh, Mikey Davis’ IQ?”
She laughed and said, “I mean, as a sex thing.”
“I’ve heard some guys talking about it, but I’m not sure what it is. It has to do with oral sex, right?
“Yeah, the man and woman do each other at the same time. Wanna try?”
“Well, since we’re lying here naked, guess we should do something.”
Daisy stretched out on her side, facing me, her head propped on her hand. She looked sexy in that position, like some of the girls I had seen in the girlie mags passed around school. Without thinking, I stretched out next to her, face to face.
“Not like that, dummy,” Daisy giggled, “put your face down between my legs and put your dic by my face.”
I switched positions, feeling indeed like a dummy. She raised her knee, giving me access to her pussy. It seemed like every time I saw her naked now, her pubic forest was bigger and thicker. I moved forward, brushed aside the few hairs protecting her slit, and gently kissed her puffy outer lips, then slid my tongue into her sensitive valley. Just as I was settling in, trying to remember all the ways she liked to be licked, I felt her mouth moving down over the head of my cock. It was such an amazing feeling that I stopped what I was doing for a moment, caught up in my own enjoyment. I tried to concentrate on teasing and sucking on her swollen clit, but every time her head bobbed up and down, and more of my shaft was taken into her warm mouth, the feeling grew even more intense, and my attention was more torn.
I didn’t realize that Daisy was having the same problem until she stopped, letting my wet cock slide out of her mouth, and said, “This is hard. I keep thinking about what you’re doing and how it’s making me feel and forgetting that I’m supposed to be sucking your dick.”
I stopped my efforts and said, “Yeah, me too. Wanna try it a different way?”
“Okay.” She rolled over on her back. “You get on top. Yeah, like that, but slide down a little. I can’t get your dick in my mouth now.”
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