Daisy had already sensed the imminent explosion, but Max's words filled her with near-panic. She didn't falter, though, and didn't struggle when Max held on tightly to her head, lurched upward, and drove his cock deep into her throat. His cock jerked erratically and spewed out a hot stream of thick cream. She had to swallow frantically to keep from smothering, or drowning, and she thought the hot cum would never stop spurting.

Max finally relaxed his grip, and she lifted her mouth from his rapidly softening dick. The sperm had a bitter-sweet salty taste. She let the limber tool slip from her mouth and licked the cum from her lips.

"I'm sorry I got so rough, Daisy. It felt so damned good I just got carried away."

Daisy didn't answer, nor did she look at Max's face. She'd enjoyed the experience, but she didn't feel very proud of herself. She'd turned out to be a wanton bitch, that was for sure, and how could he have any respect for her after she'd sucked him off and gulped his tasty sperm down like a slut? Maybe if she loved him, it'd be different. Still, looking at his soft cock, she knew that if it was hard, she'd go at it with her greedy mouth again.

"You'd better take me home," she said, moving from between his legs and gathering up her clothes "It's getting late and my Pa might be drunk enough to beat me for staying out this long."

Max didn't speak until Daisy had dressed and he had his pants and shorts back in place. "Why don't you report your old man to the authorities, Daisy? Or move out?"

"I've asked myself the same question many times lately," Daisy said, still not meeting Max's eyes. "Maybe I stay because I remember how nice my father was before my mother died. I feel that I should look after my kid brother, too."