gypsy_(3)

Gypsy
by
Gail Holmes

Gypsy was a girl that most men would give their eyetooth to date but she was a loner. She carried her name well, with her trim figure and lusty long dark hair and her dress sense was admirable, trouble was she didn’t appreciate the effect it had on the male population, off the shoulder blouses, flared skirts.

Her mother had died when she was but eight years old, as an only child she’d been brought up by Bernard her father, he was a good man, but had some funny ideas from time to time. He’d married late in life; now being in his fifties. Gypsy loved him to bits there was nothing she’d not do for him; as a child he took her everywhere, they’d have trips to the seaside, the country and even abroad. She wasn’t a tomboy by any means; but she did seem to take to male interests, possibility due to Bernard’s influence over the years. It was Gypsy who always took the dog out, he was a reliable friend and she knew she was safe in the house should she be alone, no one argues with a German Shepard.

Gypsy was not really into boys, well not into a heavy relationship, and if she brought them home Bernard would embarrass her in some way or another, She knew he didn’t mean it, but it was a trifle uncomfortable from time to time. He’d often asked her boyfriend if his intentions were honourable, needless to say the boy was lost for words, in saying this Gypsy was one of the most fuckable girls in town, the male eyes were not just for her beauty. I’m not saying she was a virgin, with Gypsy, she could take it or leave it; it wasn’t uppermost in her mind so to speak. Okay, she’d enjoyed it! Which in most cases she did, at nineteen she wasn’t ready to leave the nest, she’d too much going for her.

Bernard was a real ladies man, okay; he never brought a woman home. However, Gypsy understood he was somewhat randy, she’d heard this through the grapevine so to speak. She knew he’d have to have at least one woman a week, just to keep him going. Nevertheless, she couldn’t hold it against him; he’d been good to her over the years. She remembered two or three weeks back when he was in bed with the flu, he was in a sorry state. He was tossing and turning in his sleep, the bedding had fallen off him as Gypsy had gone into the bedroom. Although asleep, he’d one hell of a hard on; Gypsy knew he must have been dreaming of sex, she’d never seen his cock before, not realising it was so big. In order to help him through his dream she went down on him. His moans grew even louder as she sucked the magnificent cock that it was; whilst sleeping he held her head and fucked his cock into her mouth. Gypsy nearly chocked as he came holding her firmly within his large hands, she barely tasted it, his cock was so deep into her mouth, the majority of it went straight down her throat. Even she herself had become damp, as soon as he’d finished she pulled the bedding straight and tucked him back in before leaving the bedroom. She did wonder as to what he would think should he have known what she had done should he have woken up suddenly.

Bernard was going away for a couple of days; he normally done this at the end of the month, to chill out as he would put it, but Gypsy knew of the real reason.

“I’m going to give the kitchen a spring clean!” She informed Bernard as he left.

“You and you’re cleaning, nothing gets a chance to get dusty” He chuckled as he got into his car. “Make sure you do a good job I might bring the Queen back with me one of these days!”

“That wouldn’t surprise me in the least knowing you!” Gypsy laughed.

Gypsy had taken a bath after she’d finished the kitchen, but had missed her mini shower for her hair; with no one around she put on her night shirt as she called it, in reality it was a short housecoat, and went down to the one of the kitchen cupboards where she’d assumed it to be. She was on her hands and knees with her head deep in the cupboard, when she sensed something at her rear, turning she saw Bruce the German Shepard. “You don’t think I’m a bitch on heat do you Bruce!” She chuckled to herself, and then put her head back into the cupboard.

The abruptness took her by complete surprise, Bruce had climbed up with his forelegs around her waist, and there was nothing Gypsy could do, as he was too heavy to wriggle away from him. It was but moments until his cock found her pussy, as soon as he sensed he was in the right spot he started fucking at a tremendous rate, Gypsy couldn’t believe as to what was happening to her. It wasn’t as if she wasn’t enjoying it as she was, his cock felt like a huge cucumber, unlike any man; he didn’t give her chance to catch her breath. It didn’t take long for her to have her first orgasm, Bruce never faltered in his pace. It was almost as if he sensed that he was doing wrong, and needed to get his enjoyment before she was told to get off of her. Never would she have thought he’d be able to continue at such swiftness, she bowed her head as he took her yet through another orgasm, she was thankful she was in the house alone, with the noise she knew she must be making she’d have woken the dead.

Suddenly she was aware of a swelling along Bruce’s cock, and then she remembered this happens to a dog when he’s having sex, this is how they get stuck together. She just hoped it wouldn’t happen to her, she’d been told of this at school and that the human female was built different inside. She just hoped that they’d been right. The bulge was creating even more feelings; it was like a man having his helmet half way down his cock. Bruce stopped for moments but it was only to get himself into a more comfortable position. Gypsy, sensed the extra depth he’d got by doing this, again she went into orgasm, Bruce was fucking her like tomorrow would never come, his paws were making Gypsy’s waist sore his grip was so hard. Abruptly he went into turbo, Gypsy banged her head inside the cupboard he was being so aggressive. The swelling in his cock seemed to be moving forward, as if some inner force was propelling it. Gypsy then sensed the warm feeling deep inside as he blew his load, immediately she contracted her inner pussy muscles, as if to grip his cock. Bruce edged forward licking Gypsy’s neck, as if to thank her for her consideration.

Thankfully for Gypsy Bruce didn’t lock into her. As she managed to stand she looked down at him. Well you are a turn up for the books aren’t you, who would have thought?” She reached down patting him on the head. “You’ve certainly left your mark!” Gypsy reached between her legs cum had already started to seep from her pussy. “I suppose I’d better take another bath now?” She smiled toward him.

Bruce followed her up the stairs into the bathroom, and watched as she showered her pussy hopefully to wash herself clean; as she stepped out of the bath Bruce immediately pushed his nose between her legs again.

“Oh no, you’ve had you’re enjoyment for today, you’d better consider yourself lucky, thankfully Dad wasn’t home!” Gypsy couldn’t believe as to what she was saying to him, feeling herself to be some kind of slut, letting herself be fucked by a dog. However, she had enjoyed it, he’d given her at least ten minutes. It was much better than her toys. “Next time we’ll have to do it in the comfort of my bedroom, and look at these claw marks!” Gypsy studied the marks he’d left around her waist.

Bruce followed her around for the rest of the day, never leaving her side. At bedtime he jumped up on the bottom of the bed.

“You’d better not think you can do this when Dad gets home, he’ll never allow you in the bedrooms!” Gypsy informed him, reaching down stroking him on the nose.

Bruce watched as she picked up her book and started reading. She looked up from time to time as Bruce made noises in the back of his throat. “Be quiet Bruce you’re making me lose my place!”

Bruce just wagged his tail, thumping it onto the bed, watching as she went back to her book. Gypsy ignored his panting and concentrated on her book fully, it was when she pulled one leg up the bed that Bruce slowly made his move, he crawled up the bed on all fours, the sight of her pussy again had really got to his nose. Gypsy hadn’t noticed his movement until his long tongue licked her pussy; the sensation was out of this world. She dropped her book without dreaming of saving her place. Each time he licked his tongue seemed to go deep inside her then catching her clitoris on the way out of her. Pushing her hands down on the bedding she gripped hard.

“I thought you dogs only had sex once in a blue moon Bruce?” She stated looking down at him.

Bruce wagged his tail, but never faltered in his licking motion its sensation bringing Gypsy into orgasm straight away. She lay still for what seemed hours, his tongue was almost licking her insides dry.

Gypsy knew she had to give his rightful deserves, she eased him back down the bed then turned kneeling on the bed, but this time wrapping a nearby towel around her waist. Bruce didn’t want asking twice he was up and into her like a rocket from hell. He was so different to a man, with a man she’d the helmet to contend with at the start, but with Bruce his cock was pointed, there was no holding him back. As before he started fucking her at an incredible rate; so much so that Gypsy had to bury her face into the pillow to drown her squeals, his cock wasn’t thick but she certainly knew it was there. His paws seemed to add to her yearning for sex, with the towel around her it was like a man squeezing her. Bruce was literally pulling himself up into her with the grip of his paws on her waist.

This type of fucking really appealed to Gypsy; men would start plunging into a girl; but never keep up the rhythm; Bruce was real dynamite, she felt his every stroke as if his cock was a thickened wedge, the swelling within his shaft had already started, this was new to her, it was almost as if his cum was just waiting for release building up until he’d a full load to pump into her. Bruce’s head was on her back she could sense his heavy breathing as the warmth spread around her neck.

She was going in and out of orgasm, almost as if it might go out of fashion. He was one hell of a lover, Gypsy could take this all night, and she’d not moved a muscle as he was doing all the work, never wavering in his momentum, with his physical exertion he was literally pushing her up the bed, but Gypsy hung in there, holding her rear up to him, never had she been fucked like this, he was better than any man she’d had. Even Bruce was now making noises almost to show her of his own gratification. Gypsy lost her breath for moments, only to go back into another orgasm, by the time she was reviving from this Bruce was downloading deep inside her; the feeling was sensational it seemed more this time, much more.

Again she needed the bathroom, this time she’d hardly manage to get to the shower before it started bubbling out of her. Bruce was completely shattered when she went back to the bedroom he was sprawled out full length of the bed.

“Tired out now are we?” Gypsy bent down kissing him on the nose, Bruce just wagged his tail and closed his eyes.

There was just enough room for her to get into bed, she knew she couldn’t turn him off the bed, his performance had thrilled her beyond all means, he if anyone deserved his rest. Both slept soundly that night, in fact it was Bruce who was first up, licking Gypsy’s nose as if to tell her it was time for his walk. He made no effort to snuggle in beside her, his need for a wee must have been to close.


It was quite late in the afternoon when Bernard arrived back home; Gypsy had just taken a shower when he called up the stairs, quickly dressing and made back down to the lounge.

“Whatever is wrong Dad?” Gypsy asked as she sat down in the armchair.

“I have a problem, I don’t know if you’d be willing to help me out?”

“You know I’d do anything Dad! How can I help you, you seem a little disgruntled”

“I don’t mean to be, you remember when I was ill a few weeks back. You took it upon yourself to relieve sexual my tension with a blowjob!”

“I thought you we’re asleep, or I’d have never have done it!” she was surprised that now he’d come out with now, it had seemed so long ago.

“The point is that you did, and if I might say so, you did a very hansom job of it, I can’t think as to where you got the no-how to do such a good job, it was outstanding, never would I have considered you so proficient at it”

“To be quite honest, it was my first attempt at it, I only practised what I’d been told by girlfriends, I didn’t consider that I was that good?”

“Well you drain me for a few hours; that I can tell you!”

“Why are you bringing this up now; is that what you want?”

“No, it’s not that! How are you in bed? It’s not for me I ask?”

“Dad, what are you saying, how do you mean you’re not asking for yourself?” She wasn’t sure; as to it being not he that wanted to bed her.

“I’ve made a fool of myself, I’m sure you can remember Ronnie Stokes, I think you know his daughter?”

“Yes I do, but what are you driving at, come to the point Dad!”

“Well Ronnie caught me in bed with her, and now she is saying it was rape?”

“Was it?”

“Of course not, I’ve bedded her many times!”

“So what’s the problem then?”

“Well the truth of it is that unless I can get you to let him bed you, he’s going to press charges!”

Gypsy was stuck for words at his request to let him have his way with her was unspeakable; Ronnie Stokes was an appalling man, fat, ugly and dirty. Ok Julie his daughter she’d known from school days.

“What does Julie think of this?” I quizzed.

“She in agreement with him, she can’t say that she approved of me taking her to bed, as she’d be in dead trouble, and he can be an violent man so I hear, not toward me, her!”

“Dad you know I’d do anything for you, but isn’t there another way, he’s an atrocious man.