ANIMAL SUMMER
By Paula Dunbar


Foreword

In these days of constant change, the close-knit family group has been under the most
intense and telling pressure. Without any conscious plot on the part of any one or any
group, the family has begun to break apart, the inevitable result of new economic and
social factors that have brought greater mobility to all in their choice of a job, more
independence for women, and greater wealth so that the young are now an economic
force in their own right.
In many instances the family appears to be still an integral unit when viewed from the
outside, but in reality it is only a loose confederation of independent people, each one
caught up in his own interests and cares. The father is immersed in an all-consuming
career, the mother finds she has been freed from the drudgery of home and kitchen by
labor-saving devices and the children are free to seek their own interests with their
peers.
Such a change in traditional roles naturally has its effects on each member of the
family, but in this novel we are mostly concerned with its effect on the suddenly
emancipated children. Paula Dunbar explores the inner workings of the mind of an
attractive sixteen-year-old girl, orphaned early in life and now living under the very
loose if friendly control of an elderly aunt. Seemingly this attractive young woman has a
complete life that others would envy. Left on her own most of the time, with very little
daily guidance, Becky might have drifted into trouble. But this young teenager has the
added advantage of being totally involved in an exciting and stimulating sport. But what
of those deeper needs that surface in a girl of this age, the biological needs that begin to
blossom with her body? What framework of values can she use to guide her steps, the
kind of framework that is usually supplied by a very closely related older person. But
her only relative is an aunt whose head is in the clouds. Our young heroine has to work
out her own problems in her own ways, and they turn out to be ways that no parent
would ever suggest.
We know that you will be held spellbound as this lovely and innocent young girl is
sucked every deeper into a quagmire of emotions and dangers she is not yet mature
enough to handle. Her troubles start when she follows a mysterious stray dog to a
lonely house on a deserted stretch of beach. What happens to her there? More than she
– or you – would ever believe possible.
We, the publishers, are proud to present this latest work of Miss Dunbar. It is daring in
places, maybe too daring, but we feel that she has enough to say about one of the
newest sociological problems of modem times to make this necessary reading.


Chapter 1

There was an aura of silence arid mystery over the surface of the ocean as the early
morning fog slowly began to lift. The seemingly impenetrable wall began to break up
into writhing tendrils, permitting short glimpses of the restlessly surging water.
Everything was tinged pearlescent gray in the early morning light and the surf could be
heard only as a distant mutter, with an occasional hollow boom as a big wave toppled
over, trapping air inside its curl. There was no wind and the surface was mirror smooth,
"glassed in" in surfer language. The swells were big and gray-green, humping up like
the backs of prehistoric monsters, passing by with that odd muted ripping sound of a
building wave.
Suddenly the mist parted a little more to reveal a slender feminine figure sitting astride
a surfboard, her whole body alert and tense as she twisted to look over her shoulder,
back "outside", listening intently. Because of the fog she had to rely on her ears to warn
her of the next big wave. She was young, about eighteen years old, with sky-blue eyes
and long golden-blonde hair that now hung wetly down her back. Her body was trim
and taut, fine-tuned by a strenuous life out of doors, slender in the waist and then
blossoming out into smooth young hips and high-set breasts. An incredibly small white
bikini accentuated her deep golden tan but did little to hide her lush teenage beauty.
They way she sat on the board, and the intensity of her concentration as she watched
and listened, suggested a fresh innocence totally oblivious to her own seductive beauty.
She was as natural and unself-conscious as a wild animal, and as lovely too.
Suddenly a slight puff of wind tore a huge rent in the fog, making it possible to see
several hundred yards out to sea, and the girl stiffened in excitement. About a hundred
yards away a monstrous wave was beginning to build as a big Pacific roller was forced
upwards by the shelving bottom. With the skill born of years of practice, the girl knew
that the wave would break long before it reached her and she would be trapped
"inside", swept along by a wall of thundering foam. In a flash she slid back onto the tail
of her board and wheeled it around to face the wave, then jumped up to her knees in
one fluid motion and began to paddle like mad, heading right for the huge swell. It
looked impossible for her to make it, and the wave towered high above the laboring
girl, lifting the kelp with it until it seemed as if the whole ropy mass would crash down
and drag her under. But the bottom got deeper here, as the girl well knew, and the
wave hung for a moment, its bottom groping again for a purchase on the sea floor, and
that was just long enough.
With the wave now a nearly ninety degree twelve foot wall above her, the girl once
again pivoted the board around to face into shore and stood up just as the board began
a precipitous fall down the face of the wave. She was in free fall for several feet, and
then the sharp tail of the board bit into the water, and the girl twisted her body to the
left, her feet firmly planted, forcing the board around in a long sweeping turn that took
her across the base of the wave and climbing right back up to the top. She hung there a
moment, and the wave would have passed harmlessly by underneath, but the girl ran
quickly forward on the still-moving board, nearly to the nose, and her weight tipped it
back over the edge of the wave to begin another perilous descent.
Over and over again she swooped like a gull over the face of the wave, always keeping
just ahead of the curl. The bottom was uneven here, sloping up towards the right, so
the wave broke in a long hollow curl from the girl's right to her left, leaving her a
smooth glassy shoulder of bottle-green water to play on.
She looked back over her shoulder and saw that this was going to be a good one. The
wave was high enough and steep enough so there was a hollow tunnel inside the
thundering fall of water. Quickly the girl got down on one knee and let the curl catch
up to her. An instant later she found herself in an eerily lit, shifting tunnel of rolling
green water, her long hair streaming out before her from the blast of air pushed out of
the collapsing tunnel, and she could hear nothing above the roar of the water. She
could alter her speed by moving backward or forward on the board and she let herself
emerge part-way from her watery tunnel for a moment, then slid slowly back inside,
laughing in exultation at the tremendous feeling of playing with the most powerful
forces of nature.
Then her face sobered. Ahead of her, out in the daylight, she could see the crest of the
wave starting to topple, and she knew that the whole tunnel was about to close up on
her, crashing down in tons of surging water. Quickly she slid forward on the board and
shot out into the open, gathering speed, and then climbed straight up the wall an
instant before it broke. Her momentum threw both her and board high into the air,
where they parted company. As she had hoped, she fell into the calm water on the back
side of the wave, but unfortunately her board went the other way and fell into the
boiling white cauldron of foam, caught in a fifteen foot high mountain of spray, and
dragged to the bottom, held down for several seconds by the weight of the water. But its
natural buoyancy shot it upwards again and it spun several yards into the air, flashing
as it slowly twisted, then disappeared into the water again. From there on it alternately
bounded and sank, tossed along like a chip by the power of the wave.
"Oooohhhh..." the girl said in exasperation as she watched her board disappear toward
the shore. "That was pretty stupid, Becky Newton," she said to herself. "Now you're
going to have to swim for it." And with that she started off for shore, swimming slowly,
knowing she had a long way to go and that there was no real hurry. The board would
be waiting for her on the beach, and if she pushed too hard now she would be too tired
to go out again. So she let the waves help her in, and relaxed when the backwash tried
to pull her out again, content just to hold her own.
When she was about halfway in she saw another surfer paddling out through the
"soup", the white water area created by the breaking waves. It was a lot harder battle to
get out through the surf than to swim in, and the person on the surfboard was facing
some pretty large waves. He would paddle furiously in between breakers, then when
one was almost on top of him would lie down on his board and roll over, clutching it
tightly to him so that the wave washed harmlessly over, having nothing to push against.
With the spray half-blinding her, Becky didn't recognize the other surfer until he was
less than fifty yards away, and then she gasped aloud with pleasure.
It was Pete Hansen, the best surfer on the coast!
Becky felt her heart give a little leap as she watched the handsome boy work closer to
where she was swimming. For most of the past year, she had been hopelessly in love
with the dashing surfer, watching avidly every time she saw him perform, but she had
never had the courage to let him know it. He was four years older than she was twenty
and constantly surrounded by a crowd of admiring girls. She felt that Pete would never
notice her, and that had certainly been the case up to now. When Becky had first felt
the pangs of love for her idol, she was a skinny, half-developed girl of fifteen, but all
that was changed now, and Pete Hansen was the last person who would fail to notice
the lush, enticing creature she had become. As he passed her, he flashed his famous
wide grin, the first recognition Becky had ever had from him, and for a second she
thought her heart was going to burst.
Pete waved nonchalantly and paddled on past her, to disappear a moment later under a
huge wall of foaming water, and then Becky had her hands full just to keep from
drowning. She was standing on the bottom near shore the next time she saw him. He
had caught a good-sized wave and was streaking unconcernedly along it, riding
nonchalantly and even turning around on the board once and walking easily to the rear
as if he were on a sidewalk instead of a streaking bit of fiberglass and foam over tons of
plunging water. Near the end of his ride, Pete moved to the front of the board and
stood on the nose with all his toes over the edge, "hanging ten". He stayed that way for
long moments, only his superb balance keeping the nose of the board from bulldozing
down into the water and flipping him into the air. And near the end of his ride, Becky
was distinctly sure Pete looked over toward her and smiled. Smiled at her!
Dazed, the happy young girl was unable to get herself enough together to paddle back
out for the rest of the morning, but stood on the beach, watching her hero put on a
dazzling display of aquatic acrobatics. Finally he caught a big one and rode it straight
into the beach, the foam rearing up behind higher than his head. He hopped off in the
shallows just a few feet away from Becky, swooped up his board and tucked it under
one arm.
"Hi, babe," he said, and gave her another one of his dazzling smiles. The dazed blonde
teenager remained mute, unable to utter a word. "Say, that was a pretty good ride you
had out there this morning, when you were shooting the curl." Getting no response, he
asked, "What's your name, kid?"
"B-Becky," she stammered. He had noticed her ride, she thought in exultation. The
great Pete Hansen had seen her shoot the curl and now he was actually talking to her.
"Well, keep it up, honey," he said and patted her on the shoulder. Becky felt as if red
hot fire had just trailed across her flesh where he touched her, and she shuddered with
delight.
Noticing her reaction, Pete's eyes narrowed a little in shrewd appraisal. "What are you
doing tonight?" he suddenly asked.
"I... I... nothing," Becky managed to gasp out.
"Well, a few of us are having a little cook-out on the beach, near the pier. Why don't
you come by?" And then he smiled and walked off before Becky had a chance to
answer, leaving her standing there in stunned disbelief. He had asked her out! More or
less. Numbly she watched Pete disappear up the beach, too excited to do anything but
try to get her whirling thoughts under control.
The rest of the afternoon was a disconnected blur for Becky. She never was able to
remember later whether or not she went out into the surf again, but suddenly it was
getting late. She didn't know just what time the party was going to be but she decided
she would go up on the cliff above the pier. That way she could overlook the whole
beach in that area and see when the others came. She picked up her board and,
balancing it on her head like an improbably blonde native of some tropical paradise,
walked up the path from the beach and began to wind her way through the narrow
service streets of the Institute of Oceanography, unaware of all the admiring male eyes
that followed her progress, eyes fastened greedily on her lithe, lush, young body as it
swayed in unconscious provocation under her burden. Soon she had climbed to the
upper parking lot and settled down next to her board on the succulent ice plant that
covered the cliff-face.
The sun had almost set by now and there were not many people left on the beach, a
scattering of surfers and children and harried mothers. As she looked out over the sea,
for the moment Becky forgot about her excitement and sat enthralled by her favorite
scene. She never grew tired of the sea or its beauty, and gazed out over the huge blue
expanse, marveling at the immensity of it, realizing that part of her awe stemmed from
the fact that it stretched ten thousand miles, all the way to China and Japan. It moved
below her, heaving up onto the shore water that had probably come all that distance,
stretching off to a horizon that set a sharp line of different blue against the blue of the
sky. By now the sun was a lurid orange ball, its fierce whiteness reddened by the heavy
atmosphere near the far edge of the sea, flattened out of shape as its last light tried to
shine through distant cloud layers. Its lower edge touched the sea and seemed to spread
out, to change shape again. For a moment it split in two as it rapidly disappeared below
the horizon. Then only the top of it was left, a red blob sitting on top of the sea, until
even that was gone, and the colors deepened, the sea turning purple and the sky velvet
blue and the clouds pink and red. The sky seemed to burst into a slow flame until the
whole western quarter was an impossible combination of reds and oranges and rose and
pink. If it had been a painting it would have been dismissed as an impossibility, but
there it was, and no matter how many times she saw it, Becky Newton was awed. Then
it got dark fast, the way it does in tropical or near-tropical climates. Becky shook her
head as she realized that there was a fire burning on the beach below her and the sound
of happy voices told her that the party had begun.
Picking up her board she scrambled down the cliff onto the beach and stopped short,
not knowing quite how to approach the others. Suddenly a voice called out her name.
"Hey, Becky, come on down."
A feeling of relief came over her as she recognized the voice. It was Linda Peters, a girl
two years older than Becky, not exactly a friend, but at least someone she recognized.
Actually, Becky didn't know quite how she felt about Linda. It wasn't that she didn't
like the other girl, rather, she was a little afraid of her. Not in the physical sense but
emotionally, because Linda's bold speech and unexpected comments often shocked the
innocent Becky, making her think about things that she would rather leave unexplored
for the moment.
Becky stepped shyly into the firelight, a picture of near-naked innocence in her wispy
white bikini. She looked around for Pete Hansen, but the light from the fire blinded
her, so she couldn't know that he was staring at her in amusement. Pete liked girls, and
his hero status as a daredevil surfer insured that he had a plentiful supply, so many in
fact that the novelty was wearing off. That was why the obviously virginal Becky had
appealed to him this morning – a lovely little untouched specimen waiting for him to
reach out and pluck. For several weeks he had been aware of her huge blue eyes fixed
adoringly on him every time he passed by, but Pete was used to adoring eyes and at the
time had been too much involved with some other lovelies to pay much attention to
this new one.
But now, as he watched her standing in the firelight like some beckoning water nymph,
he knew he was going to have this delectable little morsel sooner or later, and tonight
was just as good a time as any.
"Hi, hon," his voice purred out of the darkness, making Becky jump. "Glad you could
make it." He walked up to her then, and Becky stood before him, now knowing what to
say. It was Linda Peters who bridged the gap.
"Give us a hand," she said to Becky. "Let's make some dinner for our big strong
heroes," and she led Becky to the fire. The two girls perched a big cauldron on stones
over the flames and filled it with seawater. "We've been doing a little poaching," she
said as she dipped her hand into a large wet sack and drew out a small lobster with
wildly waving antennae. As soon as the water was boiling, Linda began throwing the
lobsters into the pot, seemingly oblivious to the high-pitched squeaks the unlucky
animals uttered as they were slowly cooked, but Becky could not help shuddering as she
watched their feelers and legs waving wildly above the steam.
All the same, her mouth was watering as much as anyone else's when the first of the
now brick-red creatures was fished out of the pot and laid steaming on a rock. She
watched first one disappear and then another, before Pete stepped forward and picked
one up for himself, managing to put as much presence into the simple movement as
possible when wearing only bathing trunks. Or maybe that was the reason, because
Pete had a build to make teenage girls swoon, his arms, chest and shoulders rippling
with muscle from the constant exertion of paddling out through the surf. He turned
toward Becky. "Want to share a lobster with me?" he said with a smile, and her heart
fluttered.
"S-Sure," she managed to blurt out, and to her even greater delight, Pete took her by
the hand and led her over to a big rock in the shadows by the cliff.
She watched Pete break off the lobster's tail and carelessly throw away the rest, because
the Pacific Coast lobster is not a true lobster, but rather a huge crayfish without the
edible claws of its East Coast cousin. But they are delicious, and in a few seconds both
Becky and Pete were delighting in the rich meaty taste of lobster flesh. Somebody came
by and put a glass of wine in Becky's hand. She hesitated, because normally she didn't
drink, but Pete smiled and raised his own glass to her. So she drank, swallowing far too
much at one gulp, and choking on the rather fierce liquid. It was the usual favored by
the kids, Red Mountain, recent vintage, a buck and a half a gallon and really not too
bad tasting. And strong.
After the first couple of drinks, Becky found the unaccustomed drink going down easier
and her head a lot buzzier. She was amazed at how much more natural she felt in Pete's
company now. She was even able to make an occasional unsolicited comment and felt
very witty.
For his part, Pete was gratified to see that the wine was having such an effect on his
new young conquest. These young ones fall so easy, he thought to himself, never
doubting the eventual outcome of the evening. It had been the same story over and over
and over again. A little adoration, a little wine, and then a little solitude, and another
cherry to add to his collection. He was beginning to feel a little mellow himself, from
the wine and lobster and from savoring in advance the pleasure he expected to know a
little later.
"Having a good time, Becky?" he asked amusedly. "Here, take my hand, maybe we
should go for a walk." He stood up and moved closer to Becky, his hand outstretched,
but before he could reach her, Linda's voice cut in, sharp and .clear.
"Ah yes," she said, "The hand that rocks the cradle." Pete stopped short, an irritated
flush mounting to his face.
"Okay, wise-ass, fuck off," he said in a tight voice. The only answer was a chuckle from
Linda.
"Just thought I'd toss a little element of reality into this drama," she said, and her dim
shape melted back into the darkness. Peter looked over at Becky to see if his game had
been spoiled, but the naive teenager had been unable to make anything out of the short
interchange. She was a little upset to hear Pete talk to Linda so crudely but knew that
Linda herself usually talked this way. The only thing she knew was that she was afraid
Linda's intrusion would ruin the beautiful moment she knew was imminent between
herself and Pete.
"Come on, get your board," the handsome surfer commanded, picking up his own.
Becky willingly followed and the two of them walked down to the water together. Becky
wasn't quite sure what was happening, because it was nearly impossible to surf at night,
but she was afraid to ask any questions. Pete didn't say anything until they had paddled
out beyond the breakers where the others couldn't hear them.
"Let's go to the cove," he said, and then Becky realized why he had insisted on paddling
out. She knew the cove well, and when the tide was in, as it was now, it was necessary
to paddle around by sea. She was both thrilled and a little frightened that she would be
all alone with Pete in a place where surely no one would come and interrupt them.
They had to paddle about a half mile, but the going was easy. A huge full moon
illuminated the way, trailing a silver path across the inky water, making the wave-tops
gleam. Their boards cut a glistening wake of phosphorescence that glittered with cold
fire behind them. Finally, after skirting some rocks that jutted out to sea, they spotted
the cove and paddled in through the small nighttime surf. The boards were left at the
water's edge and Becky and Pete walked slowly up to a little patch of soft sand sheltered
by an outcropping of the cliff. Neither spoke a word, until finally they stopped, facing
one another. Pete took Becky's hand.
"Becky," he said softly, but she couldn't answer. She stood looking down at the sand by
her feet, hardly daring to breathe, strange unfamiliar feelings racing through her mind.
Even though for months she had yearned to be alone with Pete Hansen in just such a
circumstance as this, she had never stopped to think what would happen next. All of
her young life had been dedicated to surfing, and never before had she even been kissed
by a boy. Most of her rather naive ideas of what happened between males and females
on a moonlit night had been gleaned from the rather tame and old-fashioned movies
she had been permitted to see. True, she knew about the mechanics of sex and
reproduction, it was almost impossible for an intelligent young California girl not to
know something, but it was all vague and unformed in her mind, something that
existed in textbooks, something parents did, not something that might happen between
her and a real live boy.
Yet there was a strange fire burning in her blood, something a little like the excitement
that turned her bones to water when she faced the challenge of a really dangerous wave.
Only this time it affected her high up between her firm young thighs, right up into her
lower belly. She might have remained standing that way indefinitely, but suddenly
Pete's strong arms circled about her shoulders. She looked up in surprise and he took
advantage of this to clamp his lips over hers in a passionate kiss.
For a second Becky was too surprised to move, then she automatically started to
struggle free, but Pete held onto her, his tongue beginning to work in between her
surprise-parted lips.
And then, to Becky's own amazement, a surge of answering passion shot through her
trembling body and she began to respond to the kiss, her body automatically pressing
against Pete's. Spirals of joy and delight shot through her virginal flesh, at being held
and kissed by the man she had longed after for so long. She would have been happy to
have this moment go on forever, but Pete had other ideas.
"Come on, baby," he breathed into her ear, nestling her head onto his shoulder. "Let's
go lie down out of the wind." He was a little surprised that it was all going so easy.
There had been something about this little piece that had promised a hard night's work,
and he was almost disappointed that there wasn't going to be more challenge. Becky
followed him willingly enough, ready at that moment to jump off the top of the cliff if
he should ask. They lay down side by side in the protection of the cliff-face, and this
time she raised her face eagerly when he leaned closer to kiss her. They lay pressed
together for a long time, their lips locked together, tongues darting lewdly in and out of
each other's mouths. At first Becky had been a little dismayed when she felt Pete's
tongue work in between her teeth, but she found out that it felt good and made odd
little shivers of delight course all over her body. She followed his lead, wanting to learn,
her breathing growing faster and faster, nothing in the world seeming to matter but this
bliss.
She was dimly aware of Pete's hands sliding slowly over her near-naked body, at first
only over her back, shoulders, and arms, but bit by bit they began to move farther
afield, lightly stroking her quivering belly and then working up to the underside of her
bikini-clad breasts. She automatically stiffened, knowing she wasn't supposed to be
touched there, but afraid that if she complained, Pete would stop kissing her. Anyway,
she had her bathing suit on. Why not? And then she began to realize how good it all
felt. The first sharp pangs of pleasure shot throughout her suddenly aroused body as
Pete began to knead the full young mounds of her breasts in earnest, occasionally
massaging her now hard little nipples under his fingertips. Becky knew this was sinful,
but somehow she felt it didn't matter as much because he wasn't actually touching her
flesh but only the thin material of her bikini top.
It was almost with regret that she felt his powerful hands leave her breasts and trail
slowly down her shuddering sides and around to her lower back. Then, to her surprise,
they slid inside the back of her bikini bottoms and began to massage her tight young
ass-cheeks. Pete was no novice with virgins, and knew from Becky's automatic stiffening
when he first touched her breasts that he would have to move slowly. Now she stiffened
again as his fingers moved over her naked buttocks.
"It's okay, baby," he whispered softly in her ear, and she relaxed next to him. Weird
how trusting these little chicks are, he thought to himself. He continued to massage and
knead her flesh for a long time, returning to her breasts from time to time until he was
fully convinced that she would accept anything he wanted to do. Or so he thought.
Judging the moment right, he moved a little away from her.
"I want to see your body," he said.
"W-what?" Becky replied groggily, her mind reeling from all the newly aroused passion
surging through her unaccustomed body. She wondered why Pete had stopped kissing
and stroking her.
"You're beautiful, like the sea and the sky and everything else natural and free," Pete
answered, hoping he wasn't laying it on too thick. "I want to see you as you really are,
without this silly thing," and he gave her bikini top a scornful flick.
"But... oh, no, I couldn't," Becky started to say, but suddenly Pete clamped his mouth
down on hers again and she was mindlessly floating. She was dimly aware of his hands
snaking around to her back and unhooking the catch to her bikini top, and she knew
she should stop him, but somehow it didn't seem quite so bad after the way he had
talked. It wasn't like he was tricking her because he had asked her first. Or was it?
The next thing the confused eighteen-year-old knew, Pete pulled his mouth away from
hers and trailed his lips down over her pulsing throat to kiss her shoulders, and then
his mouth was at her breast, sucking in her tiny naked pink nipples, which leaped up
like little flower buds when they felt his hot tongue lashing at them. Becky gasped
aloud in pleasure and shock. As good as the kissing had been, it was nothing compared
to the sheer electric pleasure that began to shoot inward from her breasts, setting every
tingling nerve in her adolescent body on fire.
"Ooooohhhh," she moaned in delight. Her hands had automatically reached forward to
pry Pete's head from her ravished breasts, but now they held him fast, pulling his
mouth tighter against her quaking flesh. The gasping young girl lay on her back now
with Pete hovering over her. He freed one hand and slid it down her shuddering belly,
then tugged at her bikini bottoms, trying to slide them down over her flaring hips. But
this was just too much. As much as she was turned on by the new and wonderful things
happening to her with the boy who was her hero, the innocent Becky couldn't part with
her last line of defense. She began to struggle violently under Pete, stopping only when
he wisely gave up that part of his plan. But she made no complaint when he left his
hand resting lightly on her lower belly, right above her bikini bottoms, only an inch or
two from where her soft silky pubic hair nestled, barely covered by the narrow white
band of cloth.
And that was the way Pete played it. Little by little his searching hand groped lower,
never low enough at one time to frighten his timid prey, but at last his fingertips slid
just underneath the upper elastic band and were feeling the first crisp little curls of her
hair-sprinkled loins. Sensing no struggle from Becky, he launched a massive cover-up
attack on the little surfer-girl's passion-swollen breasts lying naked before him, and
while Becky's senses were still reeling from this, he moved his middle finger lower,
sliding it deep into Becky's tender little pussy slit. The whole area was dripping wet
with the excited girl's cuntal secretions and his finger slid down easily, grazing over her
already hardened little clitoris, pushing aside the tender inner lips and driving
mercilessly toward her tight untried vagina. Becky jerked uncontrollably beneath the
hot invading finger.
"Oh, no, no. You mustn't do that... It's wrong!" she moaned but didn't remove Pete's
hand. She probably couldn't have moved if she wanted to. The inexperienced young
blonde was paralyzed by the most exquisite pleasure she had ever known. Her whole
body trembled and quivered and her lungs felt as if they were going to burst. She knew
that what she was doing was wrong but seemed unable to stop herself. Years of denying
the sexual side of her nature had left her vulnerable to the first determined male attack.
Reaching lower, Pete managed to work his outstretched little finger to a point right over
where Becky's vagina should be, but he at first found nothing. He was beginning to
wonder if something was wrong with the way the girl was made, but then he sensed a
slight indentation and realized that she was so tight and unused that it was like a wall
of solid slippery hot flesh. He positioned his finger and pushed-hard, and his finger
slipped in about an inch.
"Aaaaahhh!" Becky cried. "You're hurting me!" She suddenly started to struggle free,
but Pete's whole weight was on her now, holding her down, his hand disappearing
obscenely down into her skimpy white bikini. He could feel her already narrow vagina
clasp even tighter with fear, but he relentlessly continued to work his finger in deeper,
until it was buried all the way to the last knuckle in her virginal cunt. Then he began to
work it lewdly in and out, smearing it with the girl's heated vaginal moisture, twisting
the tip maddeningly inside, and that seemed to turn the trick.
Becky had been lying still under the older surfer's brutal prying, sobbing quietly, but
now her body began to quiver once again. Even though she knew she should beg Pete
to stop, and if he didn't, to scream for help, somehow the confused young virgin
seemed to be unable to act. There was no doubt in her mind that what was happening
was wrong, but it seemed her body was slowly becoming master over her mind,
demanding that its long-building teenage hungers be satisfied. She felt for a moment
like a disinterested spectator watching the scene from a distance as she felt her hips
begin a slow automatic grinding up against Pete's intruding finger. Her body was
deserting her, leading her further and further into sin!
Pete looked down, smiling in triumph. It had been quite a struggle but it was almost
over now. Never in his young life had he got his finger into a cunt without getting his
cock there, too, soon after, and he had no reason to believe tonight would be any
different. Gleefully he continued finger-fucking up between the moaning girl's writhing
legs, wanting to bring her to such heights of pleasure that she wouldn't be able to say
no. He took a chance, momentarily pulling his finger from her slippery sweet-smelling
cunt, and began to work her bikini bottoms down over her hips and thighs. Becky
made no attempt at resistance this time, and in a few moments she lay completely
naked under his hungry gaze. Despite all his experience, Pete felt his breath suck in in
admiration as he stared down at Becky's nakedly revealed body. She lay there like a
panting young goddess, perfect, her firm young breasts still as quiveringly firm as if she
had been standing, rather than lying on her back. Even in the dim moonlight he could
see that her soft damp pubic hair was the same pale golden color as her hair, nestled in
the tiny "vee" between her slender yet fully tapering thighs. Her legs automatically
parted as once again his hand slid down across her belly, revealing her dripping pink
pussy slit to his lusting gaze.
Brutally he rammed his finger once again into her desire-heated depths, forcing a deep
moan from her sensuously parted lips. Then he worked his finger around up inside,
widening the tiny opening until he was able to slip in a second one beside it, sliding
both rigid digits in and out in an ever-increasing tempo. Lying beneath her hero on the
sand, Becky nearly fainted with pure delight. Something strange seemed to be
happening up inside her trembling belly and the inexperienced teenager didn't realize
that she was slowly approaching her first orgasm. She climbed higher and higher on a
wave of utter sensual bliss and would finally have made it all the way over the top, but
suddenly Pete ripped his pistoning fingers from her vagina. He had been going out of
his mind looking down at the wildly writhing young beauty and knew he could stand it
no more. He had to fuck her!
Becky looked up in confused surprise just as Pete tore off his bathing trunks, setting
free his massively swollen penis. For a long moment her eyes focused on the huge
instrument like a bird staring hypnotized at a snake. Her mind was a turmoil. Part of
her wanted this penis, wanted it to fill the aching gap in her loins left by Pete's
withdrawn fingers, but another part of her shrank from taking this, the ultimate, step.
Panting in fear, Becky watched the young surfer move closer, one hand stroking his
own cock into further hardness, pulling back the foreskin to bare the bulbous, blue
veined head before her fascinated gaze. Her body was still trembling, soundlessly crying
out its desire. Every inch of her naked flesh wanted to finish what had already been
started, wanted to be brought to completion, but at the same time, years of training
screamed a shrill warning to her conscience. This was wrong... sinful... and she knew
she could not let it happen, could not let her body's animal hungers control her actions.
But it was almost too late. Pete was kneeling up between her still widespread tan legs,
obviously positioning his greedy staff to plunge far up into her wide-open vagina. It still
might have happened if Pete hadn't been a little too eager and dug his hand cruelly into
her tender inner thighs in his haste. The sharp pain snapped the last of Becky's
hesitation and she suddenly reached up to push Pete away.
"No, no, I won't let you do it!" she cried. Pete was stunned for a moment, not fully
realizing what was happening, and then his face turned red with anger.
"Why you..." he began. Suddenly he began to feel that the girl had made a sucker of
him, leading him on only to cheat him of his reward at the last moment. He was far too
devious and unprincipled a character to realize that the girl was just honestly not ready
to betray all the values she had so far been taught. His pride made it impossible for him
to admit that the great Pete Hansen couldn't have any girl he wanted, and on the first
try.
"Too late, baby," he snarled and fell forward, pinning Becky to the sand. She struggled
futilely under him, but his weight and strength were too much. Her eyes opened wide
in horror as she felt his knee worm in between her now tightly clenched thighs,
opening her up to his ruthless invasion. But she managed to gain a little more time by
wriggling her hips from side to side so that he had trouble aiming his hard, ready cockhead.
"Hold still, goddammit," he snarled, trying to hold her arms down with his hands. He
felt her weakening a moment and levered up over her, his burning cock sliding
maddeningly up over her trembling thighs, and then lodging right at the fingerstretched 
opening to her vagina, digging hard into the soft moist slit and he got ready
to thrust. But to do that, he had to move his knee from between her legs, and with the
last of her strength Becky clamped her legs shut, trapping his turgid penis tightly in
between her straining thighs. Angrily Pete tried to pull himself free of the excitingly
soft prison, but the pressure of his already over-stimulated cock dragging over her
velvet-soft flesh was too much for him. His cock began to buck and jerk.
"Oh, Christ," he moaned in humiliated defeat, "I'm going to cum... AAAAAAHHHH!"
His back arched spasmodically while wild animal moans burst from his throat. Unable
to free his captive penis from between Becky's desperately clutching thighs, he thrust it
as deep as he could, trying to get as close as possible to her wildly defended pussy.
Becky herself wasn't quite sure what was happening and looked up in amazement,
wondering what had suddenly made Pete give up his almost successful attempt to
penetrate her virgin cunt. And then she knew.
He was cumming... cumming all over her fear-tensed thighs!
Desperately the horrified girl tried to twist aside, but it was too late. She felt a hot sticky
flood of moisture over her resisting inner thighs and knew that Pete's cock was spewing
his cum all over her innocent flesh. She had never seen a man cum before and only had
a vague idea of what happened, but knew that some horrible wet stuff came out of
them. She had overheard some older girls talking and giggling about it once and put it
out of her mind, only now it was happening to her! Realizing that it was too late to do
anything about it, she lay in shameful resignation beneath him, wondering when he
would be finished, when that obscene hard shaft between her legs would stop soiling
her tender body with its sticky cargo.
Finally Pete lay still above her, all the strength momentarily drained from his body. His
breath rasped hoarsely in his throat and she could feel his heaving chest flattening her
aching young breasts. "Get off me, please get off me. I can't breathe," she managed to
gasp out. His head raised up wearily.
"Cock-teaser," he snarled at her and the look in his eyes nearly broke her heart. She
knew she had lost her idol forever. He got up from her exhausted body, a few last drops
of milk-white semen trailing from his cock-head like shiny spider webs across her sun
bronzed thighs. She turned her gaze away, not wanting to see the thing which had just
gushed its lewd wetness all over her helpless loins. "Well, at least I got my rocks off,"
Pete said and bent over to pick up his, swim trunks. "Too bad you don't know more
about using that hot little cunt of yours. You'd be some piece." Becky wilted under his
crude words, wondering what had happened to all the tenderness she had seen in her
surfer-hero just minutes ago. She began to cry.
"Oh, Christ, not that too," Pete said in disgust, rolling his eyes up towards the night
sky. "I think I'll split. No – I want to go alone," he added, not noticing she was making
no move to follow. He had stuffed his now-softened penis back into his tight trunks
and, picking up his board, ran lightly down to the water. Becky heard the sounds of
him paddling away but still made no move to get up. She lay there silently crying, the
tears running down her cheeks to disappear into the sand below. She knew that
somehow life would never be the same bright lovely thing it had been before. She had
been used!


Chapter 2

Becky remained lying where Pete had left her for nearly an hour, sobbing to herself for
most of that time, but gradually her tears dried and her face became thoughtful. She
was a very resilient girl, and now this quality came to her aid. For most of her life
Becky had been more or less on her own. When she was still a little girl, too young to
be able to remember it now, her parents had been killed in a car accident and she had
been taken in by relatives, her father's sister and her husband. They were nice enough
people but rather vague in the way they approached life. They took in the tiny Becky
the way they might have taken in a stray cat, and while they never mistreated her, they
certainly paid her little enough attention. The husband had died several years ago, and
the widow, now rather elderly, spent most of her time engaged with her lady friends
working on various charitable committees.
Ever since she was about ten years old, Becky had lived in a little house of her own
behind the main house, screened off by a thick stand of trees. She very early learned
that she could come and go as she liked as long as she always preserved the particular
degree of decorum that was so important to her aunt. She received a certain amount of
Sunday School type moral training from the old lady, but essentially she was free to do
as she pleased. Left on her own like this, with very little daily direction, Becky might
have drifted into trouble, but then she had discovered her one great love-surfing.
She began when she was only thirteen, and in a short time surfing was her whole life,
filling her days so completely that she had neither the time nor the inclination to get
into trouble. Even during the very delicate time of puberty, when her girlfriends at
school were living lives of desperate and frightened searching, Debby was completely
and happily immersed in the surf. True, she was for a short time, when she first turned
fourteen, entranced by the changes taking place in her own body and used to stand
before the mirror marveling at the soft little breasts budding out of her formerly skinny
chest. She stroked them a little, delighted at the shivers that went through her body, but
then she promptly forgot the whole thing, getting all the physical and emotional thrills
she needed out of riding a dangerous and challenging wave.
And she never took the time to connect the changes in her body with boys. She'd had a
couple of early crushes, but they were of the teeny-bopper variety, romantic fantasies of
pretty and sexless young singing-star types who would pay attention to her, making her
the center of their worlds. Strictly an ego thing.
But in the last few months things had begun to change. It may have been that Becky's
total immersion in surfing had slowed down her hormonal development. Anyhow, she
had remained rather boyishly thin until her sixteenth birthday, and then had suddenly
burst out all over, developing truly firm full breasts and a lush curvaceous young figure,
with a tiny waist that blossomed out into smooth, flaring hips. She was still, on the
whole, small and slender but in the fashion of a miniature sex goddess.
And it was about on her sixteenth birthday that Becky found a strange malaise
intruding into her formerly simple and satisfying life. Sometimes she couldn't sleep and
her body felt strange and hot, as if she were slightly sick to her stomach. Even her
surfing sometimes seemed not enough to satisfy her, and she would sit for hours on the
beach, squirming uncomfortably on the sand, feeling that her body was now a stranger
to her, as if there were too much of it, parts she didn't know what to do with.
That was when her infatuation with Pete Hansen started. At first it was only an idle
daydream like her earlier crushes, but it soon changed with terrifying speed into a total
obsession. The young teenager used to lie awake at nights, her body hot and feverish,
wondering what it would be like to touch her hero's sleek powerful body. Because she
had never before thought of sex as connected with herself, Becky was honestly confused
about what she expected from Pete. She only had her old knight-in-shining-armor
images to guide her in her hopes, and that was why tonight with her dream come true
had been such a shock.
But now that it was over, Becky was able to see more clearly what had been happening
to her all the time. The free and independent nature of her life over the last several
years had instilled in Becky a self-reliance and ability to take problems in stride that was
unusual in a sixteen-year-old. She still wasn't able to understand all the emotions that
had been stirred up tonight, but when she thought back to the tremendous reaction of
her body to Pete's caresses, she realized that there was a part of her that she would now
have to pay more attention too. A hot spark of passion reignited high up between her
thighs as she remembered the way Pete had wormed his fingers up inside her untried
vagina and she had to grit her teeth to keep from moaning out loud. Oh God, that had
felt good!
Staring thoughtfully up at the dark starlit sky, Becky knew she wanted things like that
to happen to her again, but she was not sorry that she had stopped Pete from making
love to her all the way, with his penis. She was just not ready for something like that,
partly because of vague warnings of disaster she had received from her aunt and partly
from common sense. But her life had a new interest now, and it was the unconscious
recognition of this that had made her realize when Pete stood up from her violated
body that life would never be quite the same again.
Wearily the young blonde got to her feet. She picked up her discarded bikini and slowly
put it on, then walked down to the water's edge and slid her surfboard into the
shallows, washing the sand from it. Then running toward the first small wave, she
launched herself and the board over it, landing prone on the board and gliding off over
the surface, paddling to meet the first wave, going up and over it with a shower of
spray. She was out beyond the waves in less than a minute. She took her time paddling
back to the cook-out beach, wondering what she would do if she ran into Pete. She
really didn't know what to think about him now. Probably she should hate him for the
way he had treated her, but still she felt a pang of breathless desire whenever, she
conjured up an image of his handsome face. She shoved the whole matter to the back of
her mind to be worked on another time.
Becky was relieved to see that the campfire had gone out on the beach and no one
seemed to be around. She let a wave wash her right up onto the sand, still lying prone
on the board, then picked it up and began to head for the path to the upper parking lot
and home. Then she froze.
Was that a groan she had heard?
Becky waited, standing motionless for nearly a moment, then when she was just
becoming sure it had been her imagination, she heard it again – a long, low eerie
moan. The young teenager was suddenly very frightened at hearing such an ominous
sound in the middle of the night and almost ran away at once, but made herself stay,
wondering if someone might need help. Maybe somebody had fallen down the cliff and
even now was lying injured.
The sounds seemed to be coming from a huge pile of rocks several yards away, and the
frightened young surfer cautiously moved in that direction. She heard another moan
and moved more quickly, but still cautiously enough to skirt around the far side of the
rocks where she could see without being seen. She was about to peer over when
suddenly she was startled by a loud gay feminine laugh. It was Linda Peters' voice!
"Oh, for God's sake, Pete, why don't you just fuck me and get it over with. I've been
ready for the last ten minutes."
Becky froze in shock. It was Linda and Pete on the other side of the rocks and it
sounded as if they were... she couldn't even finish the lewd thought.
Pete's voice came back thick and slurred, the way it had been when he was with her just
an hour ago. "I'll fuck you when I'm damn good and ready. Now you get back down
here and suck my cock." Suck his cock! Becky thought in shock. Could that mean what
it sounded like?
Was Pete really asking Linda to suck the long hot shaft that had spewed its obscene
load between her own legs on the deserted beach? Automatically her hands strayed to
the inside of her thighs, but the sea water had washed her clean.
Linda laughed again. "Oh, Christ, I don't know why I put up with you. I should have
gone home with George, but it's too late now. Telling me about your rather boorish
scene with Becky has got me hot enough to want to fuck... anything," and she laughed
again.
Becky could feel her face go hot with shame. So Pete had told Linda about her!
Suddenly she hated the other girl-hated her for knowing about her humiliation, hated
her for being with Pete now in a way she herself could never be, hated her for being so
able to handle herself with men. Becky had been slowly backing away, wanting to get as
far from here as possible, but then she stopped. She began to realize that she had a
perverse desire to know what was happening on the other side of the rocks, to see it
with her own eyes. For nearly a minute she hesitated, listening to Linda tease Pete, who
was now demanding once again that she suck his cock. Finally she could stand it no
more and ghosted silently forward and peered over the top of the pile of rocks. Her
breath sucked in at the sight she saw.
Linda was standing naked over Pete's equally naked form. He was lying on his back,
propped up on his elbows, his penis rearing up huge and menacing as she remembered
it, but somehow now it didn't look disgusting, but fascinating instead. She stared at her
almost-lover for a long hungry moment, but she found her gaze going irresistibly back
to Linda. The moonlight was washing down over the girl's naked golden flesh as she
stood smiling amusedly above Pete, her hands on her hips. The clear silver light made
strange dark shadows and hollows over her full-breasted form but accentuated rather
than hid its voluptuous charms. She was a bigger girl than Becky, taller and heavier,
with large full breasts that danced and swayed tautly before her every time she moved.
Her long graceful legs were planted wide in the soft sand and Becky's eyes fastened on
the dark triangle of pubic hair that nestled mysteriously up between her thighs. Linda's
long luxuriant hair swept over her shoulders in a dark smoky cloud, hanging halfway
down her back and she shook her head as if she were aware she had an audience, so
that the hair billowed out and gleamed in the moonlight. Becky wondered why she was
so fascinated by the girl, so entranced by her obvious earthy sensuality. She didn't seem
to be able to tear her gaze away and felt a strange warmth building up again in her
fluttering belly, when suddenly the spell was broken by Pete's harsh voice.
"Goddamn it, Linda, get over here and suck me off or I'll do the job myself by hand!"
Linda chuckled in answer and walked closer to Pete, dropping lithely to the ground
between his widespread legs.
"Okay, big man, but so help me, if you don't fuck me then, I'll bite the damn thing
off."
"All right, all right, I got plenty." His voice was hoarse and unsteady as he stared
hungrily up at the eighteen-year-old girl who knelt above him. Becky too, stared at
Linda, not able to believe that all this was happening right before her eyes. Breathlessly
she watched Linda lean over and her long hair fall forward like black silk, momentarily
hiding Pete's massively erected shaft, but she impatiently brushed it back over her
shoulder and Becky had an unimpeded view of the lewd proceedings. She saw Linda's
mouth draw near to the surfer's huge, blood-swollen cock-head, then pause for a
moment before her tongue shot out lizard-like to stab into the tiny opening in the end
of the glans. Pete moaned loudly and his whole body shook from this first searing tact.
He looked up in expectation as Linda drew back a moment, licking her lips and
smiling, then she reached forward and began to run her tongue in hot little circles
around just the blunt bulbous tip of Pete's cock.
"Oh, Christ, quit playing around," he moaned. "Suck it... put the whole thing in your
mouth!"
"Why, Pete," she answered, drawing back in mock surprise. "I never thought you'd
admit that your whole cock would fit in a girl's little old..." But her words were choked
off as Pete reached up angrily and entangled his hands in Linda's long hair. He jerked
her head downward while at the same time thrusting up powerfully with his loins,
driving his rock-hard member in between Linda's slightly parted lips. She was caught
totally by surprise and it looked for a moment to the watching Becky as if Linda were
going to strangle as the huge organ sank almost to the hilt inside her mouth. But the
girl was obviously experienced. Realizing that she would never be able to escape Pete's
powerful grip, she began sucking in earnest, her cheeks alternately hollowing and
ballooning from the sensual exertion.
Becky watched in fascinated horror as she saw Pete begin guiding Linda's head over his
hairy loins, sliding his saliva-wet cock in and out of her ovally sucking lips. She could
not help but compare this sight with what Pete had been doing to her only an hour ago
and she felt a now-familiar tremor shudder through her vagina. Guiltily she pressed her
thighs tightly together to try and stop the wild feelings from growing any stronger, but
this was a mistake, because the increased pressure on her tender pussy lips only caused
new sharp jolts of pleasure to flood up into her now churning little belly. The petrified
girl was afraid to make the slightest additional movement, so she stood paralyzed by the
rocks, watching the obscene tableau on the sand before her, her knees pressed together,
her body bent forward a little at the waist and her hands fluttering helplessly at her
sides. As much as she might deplore what was happening just a few yards away, the
panting teenager could not help but admit to herself that it sent bolts of vicarious
delight through her already raw nerves.
For a moment she found herself thinking that maybe she should have let Pete make
love to her earlier tonight, but immediately forced the thought from her mind. She tried
to hate Linda Peters, but all she was aware of right now was the incredible body of the
older girl as she crouched naked over Pete's writhing loins. She wondered how it would
feel to take a cock, a man's thing, in her mouth...
Becky jumped suddenly, feeling a demanding touch at her own breasts and looked
down in amazement to see that her own hands had crept up almost as if they had a
mind of their own and were now cupping her firm, high-set young breasts through her
white bikini top. A little shiver of sensual delight ran through the inexperienced
teenager's vibrant body as her trembling fingers pressed slowly into the soft resilient
flesh. Then her groping fingertips searched for a moment, feeling for her hidden little
nipple-buds, and finding them, softly and insistently tweaked them into pebble-hard
stiffness. But all the time her eyes remained glued to the lewdly exciting scene before
her.
Unsatisfied with caressing her breasts through the thin bikini material, the gasping
young blonde moved her hands below her breasts and roughly tugged the wispy white
garment upwards, letting her quivering breasts leap free into the night air. She gasped
with shock as her cool fingers came into contact with her throbbingly hot nipples, and
with mad desire began to roll the nakedly hardened little buds between her fingertips,
while her belly shuddered with the power of the rippling sensations through her desire
heated flesh.
Slowly the overwhelmed girl sank to her knees, barely able to still see the lewdly locked
couple over the rocks. Her hand was now working furiously at her breasts, her head
was thrown back, her eyes half-closed with passion while the tiny pink tip of her tongue
flickered nervously over her sensuously parted lips. Pete was moaning out loud now,
like an injured animal. and Becky could just barely hear the obscene wet sucking
sounds as Linda slavered at his upthrusting cock.
The spying girl felt herself driven to new unknown heights of passion. She was sitting
on her heels by now with her knees spread wide and could feel the tight crotchband of
her bikini stretch tightly across her soft sensitive pubic mound and then slip a little way
up into the tender cleft between her cuntal lips. Panting, she moved one hand down
from her throbbing breasts and slid it slowly over the velvet-smooth skin of her inner
thigh, almost gasping aloud as her thumbnail flicked accidentally across her thinly
covered clitoris. Encouraged by this, she slowly, deliberately ran her nails up and down
over the thin smooth material that covered her most intimate flesh, shivering each time
they scratched over the tiny nerve-filled little button.
When she could stand it no more, Becky insistently worked the tip of one finger up
underneath the tight elastic legband of her desire-soaked bikini and buried it deep
between her throbbing pussy lips. The writhing girl could not keep herself from
moaning out loud, and she froze as she saw both Pete and Linda turn their heads
towards her, Pete's cock slipping from Linda's mouth with a lewd little slurp.
Becky ducked instinctively, grateful for the darkness and the fact that she had been
already almost completely out of sight.
"Did you hear something?" Pete asked as Becky hid cowering on the other side of the
rocks. There was a long minute of silence and Becky was petrified with fear that Pete's
head might suddenly appear over the rocks and she would be discovered, so afraid to
move that her finger was still obscenely inserted in her steaming pussy. Finally Linda
spoke.
"Must have been a seagull. Come on, it's time you fucked me."
Becky didn't wait to hear any more. Pulling her finger free she stood up and hastily
backed away. As soon as she was sure she was far enough from the rocks she turned
and ran down the beach, heading for a deserted area of shallow caves and jumbled
rocks where she knew she would be safe. She finally arrived there panting and sank
down exhausted on the sand. For a long while she didn't let herself think but instead
concentrated on calming her agitated mind. A lot had happened to her tonight and it
was going to take a little while to sort it all out.
When she had herself more under control, the panting teenager got up and went over
to a large rock that had been carved by the wind and water into a shape vaguely like a
large chair. She sat down, leaning back gratefully and began to think.
Clearly, there was a part of her life that she had long neglected and that she was going
to have to do something about it. Her powerful reaction to her first sexual experiences
tonight told her that there must be a lot more to life than surfing. Thinking back to
when Pete had been ramming his fingers in and out of her untried vagina she
remembered the strange building feeling that had grown inside her, like a huge wave
that would somehow eventually break, flooding her with a culminating bliss. She'd
heard about orgasms and wondered if that was what they were all about. Well, she'd
certainly like to find out.
Characteristically independent, Becky, who had had to more or less take care of her
own emotional needs all her life, determined that she would go about discovering the
ins and outs of these new sensual experiences by herself.
Already tonight, she'd found out how treacherous men could be and she resolved to be
very careful with them in the future. The most important thing was to find out just in
what ways her body could be aroused the way Pete had aroused it earlier.
Moving with decision, Becky got up from her stone chair and began to peel the bikini
from her aroused body. It was only a matter of seconds before she was standing naked
in the moonlight, a lush water nymph, stretching her slender arms impulsively up
towards the sky, exhilarated at the way the night air played over her sensitive skin.
This would be a good time to start, Becky thought a little giddily, and sat back down on
the big rock. Now that her mind had quieted a little, the young blonde realized that her
unfulfilled little belly was sending out frantic signals. She had been brought to a peak of
sexual arousal twice tonight without the wonderful release of orgasm, and she became
aware that cramps were beginning to shoot through her love-denied belly, almost
doubling her over. Her thighs began to shudder and twitch while she tried to make up
her mind what she was going to do. Sliding down on the chair-shaped rock so that her
buttocks were resting on the forward edge, Becky looked nervously down at her hair
sprinkled pussy, hesitated, and then decided to go ahead. After all, nobody would ever
know. But still her hand hesitated another few seconds. The other two times tonight
when fingers had invaded the hidden parts of her body, the parts she had been warned
as a child never to touch, it had just happened. But now she was about to make a
premeditated assault on her own naked pussy flesh.
Gritting her teeth in final decision, Becky reached down and slid her forefinger in
between her already slippery cuntal lips. Fascinated, the young surfer stared eagerly
down at the way her slender finger was pushing aside the thin pink ribbons of flesh,
delving deep into the moist little slit. The moon was nearly above her now, bathing the
area in a soft but strong light, altering colors so that her blood-engorged inner pussy
lips looked almost purple, and her trembling flesh was a deep silver-gold.
Becky began to experiment. She found she could make the sensations constantly change
by rubbing first in one place, and then another, then by fondling her desire-swollen
cunt lips themselves, and best of all by slowly circling her finger around and around the
outer periphery of her erect little clitoris.
"Ooooohhhhhhhhh," she moaned as she pushed gently right on the center of the hot
little nubbin. It was almost as if it were an electric button that shot high voltage
through her helpless young body, she thought in wonder. For several minutes the
dreamy-eyed teenager fondled and played with the aching wet flesh up between her
thighs, her long shapely legs stretched out in front of her and slightly parted.
But she knew by now that what she liked best was to have her pussy filled, so,
hesitantly at first, she passed her questing middle fingertip over the softly petaled
opening to her vagina, looking down in fascination as she did so, watching it push aside
the virginally tight opening and slip a little way up inside her moistened cunt. From the
first, she knew that one finger would not be enough, hers were just too small, so she
put two together and rather brutally shoved them far up between her widespread legs.
They went in easily, she was already so aroused and wet, and the panting girl began
sawing them in and out, finding that she got additional excitement from the obscene
wet sucking sound they made as they slid up as far as they could go into her desire
swollen vagina.
Becky's head was lying back against the rock, her eyes half closed while she savored the
ecstasy swirling in her adolescent cunt, when suddenly she was able to see a stealthy
movement from under her lashes.
"Oh!" she cried out in shock and terror, horrified that someone had discovered her in
the middle of her shameful act, and ripped her fingers quickly from her naked vagina.
Then she relaxed as she realized the intruder was only a dog, ghosting silently through
the shadows of the beach. The dog stopped when it heard Becky's cry and stood
looking intently towards her. It was the huge German shepherd that she and her friends
had seen on the beach many times before. It had always seemed friendly enough but
seemed to shy away from groups of people, apparently preferring to stay by itself.
Laughingly nervously with relief, Becky leaned forward. "Shoo, go away," she said and
waved her hand towards the dog. Even though she realized it was probably silly, she
just didn't want to be seen satisfying her needs with her own hands by anyone, even a
dog. Fortunately, the big animal seemed to correctly interpret her gestures and silently
loped off, disappearing around a little point of land.
With a grateful sigh, Becky sent her fingers sliding once more in and out of her
hungering pussy, but somehow the dog's intrusion had spoiled some of the effect. Try
as she might Becky could not get the same burning pleasure from the lewd act as she
had done before. A few minutes ago she had begun to know once again that same
wonderful building ecstasy, the same as when Pete's long thick middle finger had sawed
into her helpless flesh, bringing her to what she hoped would be her first orgasm, but
now her own fingers just weren't doing the job. They were pitifully short compared to
Pete's. Impatiently she inserted a third, hoping to make up in mass what she lacked in
length, but found that now their very thickness made it harder to get them in at all.
Becky moaned aloud in frustration. Was tonight to be a series of almosts? One
disappointment after another? Her belly screamed for release even though her fingers
were unable to provide it. Desperately she looked around the little cove and then a
sudden idea hit her. Springing up from the rock she ran nakedly over to her bathing
suit, reached in and pulled out the piece of paraffin that every surfer carries to create
traction on naturally slippery fiberglass surfboards. Becky usually carried hers tucked
into the waistband of her bikini bottoms, and she held it tightly now, realizing it was
still slightly warm from the heat of her body. Desperately she began to rub it between
her fingers, kneading and rolling it, trying to make it longer and rounder. Gradually the
paraffin changed shape, until it was a long thick shaft of smooth glistening wax, just
about the size she remembered Pete's cock to have been.
All this time Becky was totally unaware that she was being observed by hidden eyes.
The big German shepherd had circled wide and come back around the other side of the
cove and was now intently watching the blonde girl's feverish preparations. The animal
was obviously interested in Becky's moonlit nakedness, and his nose drew in the rich
odors of feminine arousal that permeated the night air. He started to move forward
once, out into the open, but then cautiously drew back into even deeper shadows. Still,
his eyes followed Becky intently as she walked back towards the rock-chair and sat
down again in the same position as before.
The aroused adolescent sat completely still for a moment as if undecided what to do,
her legs lewdly parted to expose her blonde-fringed pinkness below. Her fingers
whitened around the lewd paraffin phallus as she began to realize what an obscene
thing she was going to do. And besides, it was so big it might hurt her. But, oh God,
she thought, something had to be done. Years of totally denying the slowly developing
sexual side of her nature had burst out into the open now, and she needed to be filled!
Without permitting herself any more time to think, Becky positioned the waxy
instrument right up against the entrance to her moistly seeping vagina, and then gently
shoved, forcing the smooth slippery shaft a short way up inside, gasping a little as it
spread her cunt open. Then she began to slowly rotate the hard blunt tool around and
around, working it up into her steaming pussy like a screw, bending forward in
fascination to watch it disappear inch by inch up into the tight wet little opening.
"Aaaaahhhhhhhh," she gasped as she felt her narrow vagina gratefully accepting the
strange impalement, a powerful tremor running through her skewered loins. Finally
most of the paraffin was sunk deep up inside, just enough of the dull white shaft
sticking out to provide a good grip. Wrapping her fingers around the lewd
protuberance, the blonde surfer began experimentally moving it in and out between her
hair-rimmed pussy lips, just a little at a time, her eyes big and dreamy as she churned
the lust in her innocent young body with this obscene instrument.
In a very short time the trembling eighteen-year-old was able to discover that if she
moved the waxy shaft in certain ways she was able to experience strange tremors of
pleasure that she had never before imagined could exist. Oh God, she thought, and
wondered for a moment if Pete Hansen's penis would have felt this good inside her, a
throbbing living thing, but it didn't matter right now. This would do!
Becky felt as if she were grasping a handle to her insides. She twisted the dildo in a
rotary motion, pressing its hard tip up against the sensitive opening to her womb, deep
inside, causing sharp and almost painful bolts of ecstasy to ricochet through her
quivering belly. Finally this technique had brought her to an aroused state bordering on
madness, and the young girl knew for sure that she must be teetering on the brink of
orgasm. It would just take a little more... Desperately she pulled the hot slippery shaft
out almost its full length, the waxy surface glistening with her warm vaginal secretions,
and then she suddenly rammed it far up inside, as deep as it would go as if she were
determined to hurt herself. And for an instant it looked as if the lewdly splayed young
beauty had indeed broken something inside. Her eyes opened wide in surprise and her
abdominal muscles tightened in shock, her silk-smooth legs jerking out stiff, trembling
as her ass-cheeks tightened on the cold rock ledge. For almost a full ten seconds, the
stunned young surfer sat motionless on the edge of her "chair" her fingers shoved right
up to the obscenely split mouth of her vagina, the thick glassy staff nearly vanished up
inside. Then, "Aaaaaahhhhhhhh," she moaned deliriously, her body coming to life,
tortured almost beyond endurance by that hard invading presence buried so far up
inside her tender belly.
Immediately her fingers jerked the paraffin rod out half its length and then rammed it
back in again. She built up an uneven tempo, jerking the wax spear out, holding it
there a moment as her body prepared for the sensual onslaught, screaming silently in
lewd desire, and then with a heavy thrust she would bury it again deep inside her wetly
quivering cunt. Slowly the tempo increased until the huge substitute penis was a
flashing streak of softening wax drumming in and out of the sobbing young girl's
sucking cuntal depths. Becky's head was twisting wildly back and forth in passion, her
eyes staring unseeingly at the sky, while her long blonde hair whipped across her naked
shoulders. Farther and farther her legs fell open until they were a great white "vee"
splaying out wide in front of her. With wonderful certainty the panting surfer-girl knew
that something tremendous was about to happen to her, could feel an awesome
potential building, building far up inside her wetly throbbing cunt. Drawing in a
choked breath, Becky shifted her grip on the obscene mock cock that was to bring her
to completion, ready to push herself over the edge of bliss with one last series of hard
passionate thrusts... then her whole body went rigid with shock and fear as she felt
something cold and living slide up the inside of one leg and a warm breath snuffled
over her shivering flesh.
Becky's eyes flew open in terror, so certain was she that she had been caught in her
shameful act, the paraffin dildo still buried deep in her virginal pussy, its knobby tip
protruding out unattended from her sparse blonde pubic hair as the frightened girl's
hands automatically flew out in protection.
"Oh, it's you!" she blurted out in a mixture of anger and relief. While she had been
completely engrossed in her act, the huge German shepherd had crept unseen right up
between her widespread thighs, driven past the point of caution as he heard the naked
girl moaning and gasping and smelled the heated scent of her loins. The air was filled
with the maddening, exhilarating smell of female passion, teasing the dog's senses with
a heady aroma. Eagerly he stretched his furry head forward and sniffed.
"Oh, don't," Becky said in dismay and tried to struggle away. But the piece of paraffin
still buried deep up inside her cunt plus the dog's bulk between her awkwardly splayed
thighs made it difficult to move. She reached down with one hand and clutched
desperately at the impaling dildo between her legs but she lost her balance and fell
heavily to the side.
"Get away from here," Becky cried, becoming angry now. "Let me up!" But the dog
only whined eagerly between the girl's widespread white legs, too near her ever-seeping
well of passion to tear himself away. While the girl was still struggling for balance, the
titillated German shepherd moved his head forward once again until his nose was only
inches away from the teenager's sweet-smelling loins. He could feel the heat emanating
from the widespread pink slit and automatically his long tongue shot out to drink in
those juices, stabbing into the soft flesh just above where the paraffin still protruded,
then worked down underneath toward Becky's little puckered anus.
Becky reacted as if she had been touched by a live wire, stiffening in amazement, and
the desire to get up was temporarily driven from her mind by that hot, wet, living piece
of flesh sliding over her nakedly displayed loins. Looking down in wonder, amazed at
the intensity of her body's reaction to the dog's lewd tonguing, the young girl could
only stare as the big animal did his best to lick over and around the lewd wax spear still
imbedded in her steaming depths. She finally did reach down, but not to push the dog
away. She wrapped her fingers around the waxy shaft and pulled hard, tugging at the
wax glistening with her own secretions, and slid it slowly and excruciatingly back out of
her trembling loins.
"Nnnnnnggggg," Becky moaned aloud as her already aroused body spasmed from the
slow withdrawal. For a moment she toyed with the idea of again ordering the dog away,
but the thought blew away like smoke as her tortured mind stopped functioning.
"No, no, I mustn't let this happen," she whispered weakly as the half-melted paraffin
shaft dropped from her shaking fingers. Helplessly, the paralyzed teenager watched the
dog's huge furry head poise once more over her suddenly emptied cunt. Part of her
wanted to stop this obscene happening, but she seemed unable to move or cry out.
"Aaaaaahhhhhh," she sobbed, her back arching in shock as once again the long thick
tongue shot out, this time to worm its way up inside her soft vaginal opening where the
paraffin had been, seeming to send a million tiny fire-tipped needles shooting through
her vulnerable body. Before she was able to recover, the darting pink tongue flickered
over her shuddering loins again and again, taking the breath from her lungs.
"No, no, no... this can't be," she gasped out unable to do more than writhe helplessly
under the huge animal's relentless attack, her fingernails scraping futilely over the rock.
Could this be happening to her? she wondered in panic.
Was a dog actually licking and slavering at her nakedly offered loins or was it all part of
some shameful dream? Again and again her conscience told her to sit up straight and
push the dog away, but her treacherous body refused to obey. No, no, no, this wasn't
right! her mind screamed out, this was depraved, wrong! But then she remembered
what she had been doing only moments before, sunk to the very nadir of depravity as
she fucked the lewdly moulded paraffin in and out of her shameless cunt. Was this so
much worse? Or was it just because the dog was a living being, looking up at her with
his intelligent eyes as his tongue buried itself again and again into her spasming vagina?
But it was too late for second thoughts now, far too late. That curling, dipping,
thrusting tongue had complete control over her pitifully cringing body, lapping molten
fire into her hungering pussy with each loving stroke. Yes, yes, why fight it, she
thought. After all, she had wanted to find out more about sex and now the dog was
doing it all for her, showing her the pleasure her body was capable of.
"Ooooohhhhh, baby, she heard her voice moan. "Do it to me. Lick... lick. Oh please,
doggy, make Becky feel good!" The last of her resistance gone, Becky's hips started a
slow grinding up towards the dog's pleasure giving tongue, thrusting her steaming cunt
lewdly forward while her heels dug into the sand to give her more leverage. Out and in,
out and in, wetly flashed that long thick tongue, then starting down at Becky's tiny little
anus, gliding hotly over the quivering mouth of her vagina, splaying aside her feverpink 
cunt lips, slicing through the soft moist flesh to finally rasp maddeningly across
her achingly erect clitoris. On and on, again and again, the dog licked tirelessly, happily
at the soft hair-fringed treasures spread so defenselessly before him, savoring the hot
musky odors and taste, trying to slip his hungry tongue as far up into the girl's
fluttering pussy-mouth as it would go. The handsome animal was happy, happy, that
this lovely naked girl had let him know her the way he had wanted to know her.
By this time, Becky had gone nearly crazy above the slaving dog. Continual choking
mewls of abandoned pleasure streamed from her half-parted lips while her buttocks
churned wildly, lashed into a frenzy by the long animal tongue slicing deep into her
tender genital flesh. Flailing, thrashing, moaning, the completely conquered young
surfer-girl twisted beneath her animal-lover in servile acceptance, welcoming his long
pink tongue into her innermost depths, totally lost in the ecstasy which had drowned
out all her hesitations.
"Aaaaaaahhhhh, aaaaaahhhhhh, aaaaahhhhhh," she chanted mindlessly each moaning
utterance coinciding with a burning swipe of the German shepherd's incredible tongue.
She knew she was going to cum – that's all it could be, this tremendous surging far up
inside her desire-tensed womb. Nothing could hold it back now. A huge throbbing
force had taken possession of her belly, ready for the moment when it would sweep
over her entire body, making her a helpless puppet to lust, pulled by the age-old strings
of culminating passion. The gasping teenager's eyes were staring unseeingly up toward
the moon, a faint terror of the unknown monster to emerge from its hiding place deep
in her unconscious and turn her into a quivering mass of helplessly reacting female
flesh. Growing relentlessly, the irresistible primeval force inside Becky stretched itself
thin for a moment, seeming to fill her belly with a shuddering tension that would surely
split her wide open.
Then, almost without transition, the orgasm that had eluded the young virgin the whole
night, the first of her life, exploded through her like fireworks, searing her insides with
white-hot bolts of pure sexual energy. A long low wailing moan hissed from between
her clenched teeth and her screaming loins thrust upwards one last time as her legs
held her entire body rigid with shuddering tension. She held there, suspended in time
and space, the cords in her slender neck standing out like steel strands while the
incredible explosion went on deep up inside her spasming body. It was an endless
moment for the climaxing young blonde, without the usual realizations of time and
space but just kept on and on like a silent force sweeping away the accumulated
frustrations of months of unconscious and unfulfilled desires.
Finally it was over, and Becky's whole body went completely limp. She slid helplessly
from the rock and rolled onto the sand below in front of the surprised dog. He moved
forward at once to resume his eager licking of the girl's sweet-tasting cunt, but she
rolled up in a ball and covered herself with her hands.
"P-please, no," she begged. "Got to get my breath... no more, please." It was over for
Becky, she had found what she had been looking for all night – complete release. She
marveled at the strange way her body felt, limp yet weightless, tingling yet relaxed. It
was almost as if she had a new body, one she had never known before, as if she were
born again, cleansed of the subterranean emotions that had been building relentlessly in
her for the last few years.
Fortunately, Becky was facing away from the dog and didn't notice that the German
shepherd's huge scarlet penis had slid from its furry sheath under the animal's belly in
obvious answer to her arousal. That would have been too much for the still innocent
girl to stand. As it was, now that it was over she wanted to get out of here as fast as
possible. She quickly got up, purposely not looking at the dog, and tugged on her
bikini, then picked up her surfboard and half-walked, half-ran down the beach, looking
back once to see if the dog was following. He wasn't. The obscenely twisted piece of
paraffin, cold now, she left lying on the beach, its still moist surface half-covered with
sand.


Chapter 3

The next morning found Becky Newton once again riding the waves. The surf wasn't
nearly as good as the day before. The sea breeze had begun to build early, making the
waves build too steeply and then toppling them prematurely in thundering cataracts of
white form, but the sixteen-year-old blonde didn't care. She'd gotten up late this
morning, having slept like a log after her sensual exertions of the previous night, but
rather than think about what had happened to her in the cove and on the beach, she
purposely made her mind a blank and headed straight for the water. She realized the
surf was nearly "blown out" by the wind but paddled out anyhow, taking chances on
dangerous waves so that she could keep her mind fully occupied. Several times she
realized that big waves were going to break ahead but grimly rode it out rather than
stop, purposely "wiping out." It was almost as if she were punishing herself.
By the time she had worked herself up to a pretty high pitch of anger and excitement,
Becky noticed another surfer paddling out through the soup. Becky herself was just
catching a wave and saw that if she continued to turn right, she would come
dangerously near the other surfer, and she almost pulled back, but then she saw who it
was. Linda Peters!
Something seemed to burst in Becky's brain. Her own barely suppressed guilt at what
she had allowed to happen to her last night plus the humiliating way Pete Hansen had
treated her finally found a focus. Linda! her mind screamed out. Linda was the one who
had taken Pete from her and had listened to him brag about Becky's near-seduction!
Becky set her teeth grimly and guided her board straight toward the other girl. A
surfboard can be a dangerous weapon. The heavy tip is pointed, and the razor-thin
stabilizing fin can cut like a knife. Becky knew all this but continued straight on toward
the older girl, and if Linda hadn't looked up, she might have been run over by the
speeding fiberglass missile. Her eyes wide with surprise, Linda instinctively rolled over
with her board on top of her like a shield. An instant later, Becky smashed into her
target and then shot over, the tail-fin slicing a deep gash in Linda's board. Becky felt the
shock and almost lost her balance, but steadied herself and turned her board straight in
toward the beach, suddenly horrified by what she had tried to do. My God! she
thought. I tried to kill her!
Numbly, Becky let the wave carry her into the beach, guilt and remorse flooding over
her, mixed with fear of what Linda Peters might do. She stepped off her board in the
shallows and glanced back quickly, both relieved and frightened to see that Linda
seemed all right and was shooting straight toward the beach on another wave, not even
bothering to stand up on her board. Becky knew that it would be silly to run, although
guilt and shame made her want to sink into the earth, disappear, anything. So she stood
rooted to the spot like a child caught stealing candy, not daring to raise her eyes as
Linda stormed up to her.
"What the hell...?" Linda cried. "That sure as hell wasn't any goddamn accident! You
did that on purpose!"
"I-I," Becky managed to choke out. She was the image of shame and misery as she
stood before her accuser, and Linda couldn't help but soften a little as she looked at the
unhappy little figure.
"Now what was that all about?" she said in a milder tone, but this only made Becky feel
as though she were being patronized. Shame switched back to anger, and she finally
found her voice, spewing out a jumbled string of accusations.
"YOU... YOU... WHORE!" she shouted. "You... you made a fool of me... you took him
away... you..." and then she broke down in a flood of tears. Linda's eyes widened in
surprise, and then a look of comprehension came over her face.
"So there was someone watching last night. Pete didn't think so, but I went back this
morning before high tide and saw footprints, little footprints like yours." By now all the
fight had gone out of the thoroughly miserable Becky, and she stood defenselessly in
front of the older girl, her shoulders shaking with sobs. Linda looked ruefully at her
own gashed surfboard but didn't have the heart to pursue the matter. Instead, she
reached forward to put an arm around Becky's shaking shoulders. At first Becky tried to
pull away, but Linda persisted, and finally the unhappy girl collapsed into the other's
arms, sobbing loudly.
"I-I'm sorry, Linda. I don't know what came over me." Becky was a welter of confused
emotions inside. Nobody had comforted her since she was a little girl, and she found a
wonderful security within the circle of the dark-haired girl's arms. She let Linda lead
her up onto the beach, and they sat down together on the warm sand. "I guess I felt
so... so betrayed I had to take it out on someone," Becky confessed. "It was stupid, I
know."
"Oh hell, I understand," Linda answered, "f really don't know why I ever bothered with
the slob last night." Out of the comer of her eye, she saw Becky wince when she
referred to the younger girl's fallen idol as a "slob."
"Look, honey," she said warmly, once again putting her arm around Becky's shoulder.
"I hate to shatter any of your illusions, but the big slob is a slob, a conceited ass. And
on top of that, he's a lousy lover. He's usually so wrapped up in himself and how he
looks doing it that the girl might as well not be there at all. If he weren't so damn good
looking..." Linda shook herself angrily. "Well, we don't need him, do we?"
Becky shook her head in agreement. She wondered what Linda had to replace Pete, and
what Linda would think if she knew that Becky had turned for sexual solace first to her
own fingers, then to a dog's lewd lingual caresses. A little shiver rippled down her spine
as she remembered the way the German shepherd's tongue had felt, jabbing hotly up
into her vagina, but she immediately put the thought from her mind. Just the memory
alone made her feel hot and hungry far up between her legs. Becky suddenly wanted to
change the subject.
"I-I'm sorry about your board, Linda," she said.
"Oh yeh, that," Linda answered, her face sobering. "Let's take a look." Together the two
bikini-clad girls stood up and went over to look down at the wounded surfboard. There
was a long gash clear through the outer layers of fiberglass into the polyethylene foam
inside.
"Well, it didn't break the stringer," Linda said. "I'll take it down to the shop and see if
they can patch it up. One more ding won't hurt."
"I'll pay whatever it costs," Becky blurted out, wondering where she would get the
money.
"Forget it. It's all part of surfing. And besides," Linda said with a warm smile, "it's
worth it to find a new friend."
"Oh, Linda," Becky said happily and impulsively put her arms around the older girl and
hugged. Somehow she felt that their shared disgust with Pete bound them together in
an unusual way. Becky hadn't had many female friends or many friends at all in her
young life and thus felt all the more grateful for Linda's obviously sincere affection. And
on her part, Linda was touched by the younger girl's innocent goodness. There was a
little something mother-like in her feelings. She was about to suggest they go have some
lunch together, but suddenly she called out- "Oh, look, there goes that big dog again. I
thought I saw him around the campfire last night," Becky froze as she heard the words.
At first, she didn't dare look up, afraid that Linda would see the instant flush of guilt on
her face, but finally she turned. Sure enough, it was the same big German shepherd,
moving with that distinctive wolf-like glide over the hard-packed sand down by the
water's edge. He looked over in their direction once, and Becky's heart gave a strange
little leap, but he didn't seem to pay them any attention as he continued down the
beach. Becky saw that he was heading in the direction of the hidden cove where Pete
had so humiliated her last night. She wondered if the cove was as deserted as usual, and
if the dog would stop there... Suddenly, Becky realized that she was breathing hard, in
irregular gasps.
Not only was she remembering the wild wet orgasm the dog had licked into her
churning loins last night, but a frightening realization crashed down on her.
She wanted it again!
Becky wanted to turn away and go somewhere with Linda, but an irresistible force
seemed to be drawing her after the departing animal. Linda was asking her if she
wanted to eat lunch with her, but Becky heard herself say in a tight voice, "I-I have to
go somewhere, Linda. Maybe later," and without taking her eyes off the retreating dog,
she started off in pursuit, walking quickly, really wanting to run but not daring to, even
forgetting in her haste to pick up her surfboard.
"Well, I'll be damned," Linda marveled as her young friend moved swiftly away. This
girl was really something! First, she tries to run her over with her board, then breaks
down like a child, then goes chasing off after a dog like it was a long-lost lover. Typical
mixed-up teenybopper, she thought from the arch height of her eighteen years. "What
that kid needs is a good fuck." That was Linda's cure – all for every emotional problem,
and at least it worked for her. Along with this thought, the sexually precocious brunette
found herself wondering what the lovely little Becky would look like naked. Smooth
and soft and sweet, she thought and hoped that someday she would find out. Linda
liked all kinds of sex.
Meanwhile, Becky was hot on the trail of the dog, who had disappeared around the
headland. The tide was out, and she could see its prints in the wet sand, but when she
got around to the other side, it was nowhere in sight, just a long line of dog-prints
running off across the sand and disappearing around another headland. Irresistibly
drawn on, the lovely young girl followed the tracks. She had seldom been down this
way because it was a poor surfing area. Jagged rocks thrust up from the water just off
shore, ready to tear apart unwary surfers and their boards. Cliffs reared up sheer from a
wide strip of glittering white sand, and every couple of hundred yards, headlands thrust
out right to the water's edge, making a series of semi-private beaches.
Becky was working her way around her second or third headland when she stopped in
surprise. A long lovely beach stretched away for several hundred yards, and right in the
middle of it was a strange structure, a big stone mushroom sprouting up out of the
sand and rearing thirty feet into the air. The stem of the mushroom was a thick
concrete pillar about eight feet thick with a door sunk into it at beach level and on top
of the pillar was a circular balconied structure about twenty feet across with windows all
the way around. A long metal ramp led from the balcony of the top part all the way up
the cliff. But Becky had eyes only for one thing.
The big German shepherd was scratching and whining at the door in the bottom of the
concrete pillar.
"Here, boy," she said and impulsively started forward. The dog spun as he heard her
voice but then turned and resumed his scratching on the door. Becky might have gone
on forward toward the big animal but stopped in surprise.
"Hello there," a masculine voice boomed out from above. The startled girl looked up
and saw that a man was leaning out over the balcony and looking down at her. "Hold
on just a moment; I'll be right down," and the man ducked back into the house. Becky
halted a moment in indecision. Something warned her it would be best to get away
from here, but her curiosity held her, partly because she was intrigued by this strange
house and wondered who lived here, and partly because this was obviously the big
dog's home. Before she could quite make up her mind, the door opened in the base of
the pillar and a man stepped out – a big man, tall and well-built with fairly long sun
bleached hair and a magnificent blond moustache curved fiercely up at the ends. His
coloring was fair, but his eyes were dark and enigmatic, giving his rugged, sun-bronzed
face an oddly seductive air. If his eyes had been the blue they should have been, he
would have been an altogether too vivid, to overwhelming presence for the timid Becky.
Even as it was, she felt uneasy in the presence of such a big man. He seemed impossibly
old to her, much too old to be standing on a deserted stretch of beach with her dressed
only in her bikini and him wearing a pair of ratty old trunks and a faded pullover Tshirt. 
The truth was, he was forty.
"What brings you here?" he asked. "Are you a friend of Poseidon's?"
"Poseidon?" the girl asked in surprise, then she realized that he must be referring to the
dog. She had never stopped to think that the dog might have a name. The animal had
only meant one thing to her so far – a maddening pleasing, pleasure-giving tongue, but
now she saw him as someone's pet as he gamboled delightedly around this man who
was so obviously his master, jumping up eagerly and yipping excitedly like a puppy.
Becky suddenly felt jealous.
"Okay, down boy, that's enough," the man ordered as if he had read Becky's thoughts.
When the big animal had obediently quieted, the man turned to the girl again.
"Right, this is Poseidon. I named him after the Greek god of the sea. I saw you
following him here. He's a beautiful animal, isn't he?" and he leaned down to give the
dog an affectionate pat on the head. "Want to pet him?"
"Sure," Becky answered and reached out toward the big dog. He immediately walked
right up to her and nuzzled her outstretched hand. Becky knelt down and began to rub
the animal's head with both hands, and from her position, got her first good look at the
dog's face in daylight. He certainly was a beautiful animal, she thought, and friendly,
too. His big brown eyes were looking right at her in the most affectionate manner, and
impulsively his tongue shot out to lick her face, that same tongue she remembered so
well from last night. A little shudder passed through her body at the memory, but she
was glad that she was having this opportunity to get to know the dog in another way.
She felt her heart warm with love for the big German shepherd.
"Gee," she said, looking up at the man. "You're really lucky to have a dog like this."
Then she began to feel uncomfortable, kneeling like this with the man towering over
her so she stood up and stood looking nervously over at him. He wasn't saying
anything, just looking back at her with a curious smile on his face.
"Do you live here? I mean, is this your place?" she asked, just to make conversation.
Her question seemed to snap the man out of some daydream.
"Oh, yes. I built the place, or rather had it built just a few months ago. I wanted a place
to get away from it all. Oh, sorry," he said. "My name's Luke, Luke Adams. And
you're...?"
"Becky Newton. Golly," she added, really looking around at the odd structure for the
first time. "It must have taken a lot of money to build. What's that?" she asked,
pointing to the long metal ramp that ran up the cliff.
"That's a tram. See... there's the car, right next to the balcony. It runs me right up to
the top of the cliff. And I'm afraid it did cost a lot of money, more than I could afford,
but I'm glad I had it built. Would you like to see the inside?" Becky hesitated. All her
training told her not to go into an isolated house on a deserted stretch of beach with a
strange man, but he did seem nice, and besides, she felt that nothing could happen with
the dog there.
"Okay," she said, really wanting to see the house. Adams ushered her in the door before
him, and she started up a winding spiral staircase, the dog's hard nails clicking behind
her on the concrete. She heard the door close below as Luke shut them in, and for a
moment, it was dark. But a moment later, she came to the top of the stairs and emerged
right in the center of a large circular room. There was a grass matt on the floor, the
only kind that is feasible when sand is constantly tracked in, and window seats around
most of the curving wall-except for one area where a big double bed fitted right next to
a section of windows. Like the rest of the room, the bed was round and one of the
biggest Becky had ever seen. The room was flooded with light from the unbroken curve
of windows that ran all the way around. A slender concrete pillar ran from the center of
the floor to the ceiling, obviously supporting most of the weight of the roof, and there
was a circular table around its base. A small area of frosted glass marked off what Becky
supposed was a tiny bathroom, and a stove and refrigerator were situated opposite the
big bed. It was all very compact and all very beach-like.
"Do you want something to drink?" Luke asked.
"Sure," she replied. It had been a long hot walk up the beach.
"A beer?"
Becky hesitated a moment. Normally she didn't drink, but the idea of a cold frosty beer
was distinctly appealing. Besides, she was flattered by the way this man was treating her
as an adult.
"Sure," she said again. Luke went to the refrigerator and pulled out two tall ice-misted
bottles. Becky watched thirstily while he popped off the caps and then brought them
over and set them on a little table near the windows, blue smoke still rising from their
necks. Becky wrapped her fingers around one bottle, delighting in the coldness.
Following Luke's lead, she sat down near him on the window seat and looked out. The
view was magnificent, and she could see all the way down the coast to where other
headlands curved into view, an ochre line of rhythmically indented cliffs, standing
defiantly above the blue Pacific which crashed with patient unrelenting force onto the
white sand beaches at their base.
Becky drank her beer quickly, lulled by the view. She never got tired of looking at the
beauty of this piece of coastline. Before she fully realized it, another bottle of beer was
put before her. That was something to think over a moment, but Becky was still thirsty
from the heat and began to sip from it, more slowly this time. She realized her head
was buzzing a little – the way it had when she had drunk wine on the beach with the
other surfers – and she began to feel confused. Luke hadn't said anything for awhile,
and she became aware of his eyes on her. She looked up and met his gaze, a deep, dark,
steady gaze that seemed to go right through her, a gaze that made her belly flutter with
its intensity. Suddenly she realized he wanted her. Sexually!
"Oh!" she said, abruptly standing up. "I-I think it's time for me to go." She staggered a
little from the effects of the beer and was suddenly a little frightened. Would he let her
go? Or had she gotten herself into a bad position?
"Sure," Luke said in a smooth friendly manner, also getting to his feet. "Glad you had a
chance to see the place." Becky visibly relaxed, wondering if the beer had made her
imagine things. There certainly wasn't anything threatening about Luke now, just a big
friendly man who'd been nice to her. 'Tell you what," he continued. "Maybe you'd like
to take Poseidon for a walk. You two seem to get along pretty well."
"Oh, could I?" Becky asked excitedly.
"Why not. The big lug could use some good company, and I'm too lazy to go out right
now." He started toward the stairs as if he were going to let Becky and the dog out, but
then he hesitated as if a sudden thought had struck him. "Maybe you'd like to go up to
the top of the cliff on the tram?" he said, turning back toward Becky.
"Oh, yes," she answered, really pleased. She was so glad she had followed the dog down
here. This was really turning out to be an exciting morning. Luke led the way out onto
the balcony where a small enclosed car was resting at the lower end of the ramp. From
this close, Becky could see that the ramp had tracks on it and a cable ran up the center,
obviously what made the car go up and down the cliff.
"Okay, get in," Luke said and guided Becky into the car. As she moved by him, one of
his hands brushed across her left breast, seemingly by accident, but Becky shivered a
little at the strong, sure, masculine touch. But even though the touch in itself was
pleasant, she drew away a little, somehow frightened by the very easy self-assurance of
this stranger. Young boys she was not so afraid of – they seemed somehow easier to
deal with – just kids – like her, sharing the same world. But with this full-grown man
it was different. There was a whole unknown world in him, a world she had not yet had
a chance to discover for herself. Luke's voice shook her out of her reverie.
"Come on, Poseidon," he ordered the big dog.
"Get in here with Becky." But Poseidon hung back, moving uneasily back and forth on
the balcony. 'The tram makes him nervous," Luke explained and took the dog by the
collar to guide him into the car. Once inside Poseidon quieted down and licked Becky
impulsively on the leg, making her squirm uncomfortably, wondering what Luke might
read into the animal's gesture.
"Okay, you two have a good time up there, and if you want to come down the same
way, just ring the bell on the upper landing, and I'll help you get down." Before Becky
could answer, he closed the door of the car, and the next moment it was moving slowly
up the ramp. Although she felt a little nervous, Becky found she had her hands full
calming Poseidon, who shifted his feet nervously and whined every time the tram
rocked. By the time he had quieted down, they were more than two-thirds of the way
up, and Becky gasped as she looked down. Luke and his strange house were growing
smaller beneath them, and from her vantage point, Becky could look right down into
the surf, just able to make out the shadowy green form of underwater reefs and rocks. It
was about two hundred yards to the top of the cliff, and Becky felt singularly
unprotected on the narrow track so she let out a sigh of relief as the car finally came to
a stop on a little platform at the top. Quickly, she unlatched the door and stepped out,
the German shepherd scrambling after her, and went down a short flight of wooden
stairs to the ground.
She and Poseidon were standing on a relatively deserted part of the cliff-top, a place
where she had been only once before. There were no roads running here, and the only
way was to get in on foot. A grassy plateau, broken by small rises and hollows,
stretched away for about a mile inland until it finally ran into the main north-south
road. Every once in a while the ruined foundations of an old building could be seen
because all this area had been a military training camp during World War II but was
abandoned now. Becky drew in a breath of fresh air, delighted at the way the smell of
the sea and the grass combined. What a day, she thought, looking happily around her.
Poseidon was running about busily, poking his nose into various holes, apparently as
happy to be up here as she was.
"Come on," she shouted, and picking up a stick, threw it as far as she could. Barking
excitedly, Poseidon ran after it and pounced as if it were a dangerous enemy. "Bring it
here," she ordered, but Poseidon remained hunkered down on the ground, worrying the
stick between his jaws and looking slyly up at Becky. She tried to go up to him and get
the stick, but as soon as she was a couple of feet away, the big dog spun away just out
of reach. Laughing gaily, Becky chased the dog around and around, until at last, when
she was almost exhausted, he came up and laid the stick at her bare feet. Then she
picked it up and threw it and the game started all over again. Poseidon would have
been content to play on forever, but Becky soon grew tired and decided to have a look
around the plateau. She poked around a couple of the old collapsed buildings, careful
not to step on anything sharp, when suddenly in the distance, she saw some odd shapes
sticking up above a small rise.
Curious, Becky wandered over in that direction. She walked to the top of the rise and
peered over and saw that she was looking down into a what had once been a deep-sunk
pit. Years before there had been a rifle-range here, and what she was now looking at
was one of the areas behind the targets where the target pullers could work in safety, far
enough below ground level to escape any stray bullets. Little bunkers were let into the
side of the rise, which still had the stumps of target frames jutting up above. The
bunkers were half-choked with debris now, but the target pit had become a lovely little
hollow about ten yards across and thirty yards wide with steep grass-covered slopes all
around. Wild flowers grew everywhere, filling the air with their summer perfume.
Becky clapped her hands in joy, feeling she had discovered a secret little world far away
from everyone. She slid down the sides of the slope and rolled laughing in the grass and
flowers below. Poseidon was right behind her and obviously wanted to go right up the
other side but Becky called after him: "Hey! I'm tired. How about a rest?" The big dog
turned and looked back at her and then came bounding down the hill to flop on his
belly next to her.
"Mmmmmmmmmm, boy," Becky said to no one in particular, stretching her arms out
luxuriously on either side as if she were welcoming the warm sunbeams playing down
on her nearly-nude bikinied little body. She felt very secure here. No one could see this
hideaway unless they walked right to the edge of the rise and looked straight down past
the bunkers. Becky vowed she would remember this place and come back whenever she
wanted to be alone. It was a wonderful place to sunbathe, she thought, a lot better than
the crowded beach where someone was always coming by kicking up sand. Why here, a
person could even sunbathe nude!
Intrigued at the idea, Becky raised her head and looked around for a moment as if she
were checking whether indeed the place was all that secret. It sure seemed like it, and
besides, if anyone came by they wouldn't dare bother her with Poseidon on guard.
Impulsively she reached beneath her and unfastened the snap on her bikini top, quickly
sliding it off her arms and putting it down on the grass right next to her. Suddenly
freed from their scanty confinement, her two milk-white young breasts contrasted
strongly with the deep tan of the rest of her body so that it looked as if she still had the
bikini on, except for the twin pink nipples that tipped the rounded peaks like two tiny
rosebuds. Gratefully Becky felt the warm sun shine down on her languorously relaxed
body and immediately began to feel drowsy. Her eyes started to close but immediately
flew open as she felt a heavy weight descend on her body, but when she looked down,
she realized that it was only Poseidon, resting his furry head on her tummy. She smiled
and closed her eyes again, grateful for the friendly warmth of her big friend's head. She
might have gone to sleep then, but Poseidon shifted a little, his head sliding over her
sun-warmed flesh, and she suddenly became aware that the animal with her now was
the same animal that had brought her to such peaks of ecstasy last night.
Sleep was now out of the question. Fascinated, Becky looked down at the big German
shepherd, and he must have felt her gaze, because his big brown eyes opened and
looked up sidelong at her. A little nervous under her gaze, he did a very dog-like thing,
he licked affectionately at her half-naked body, his big tongue sliding wetly over her
sun-warmed flesh just below one of her firm young breasts. Becky gave a little gasp,
reveling in the touch of that well-remembered organ, realizing how much better it
would have felt if it were just a few inches higher, on her breast itself.
For just an instant she was tempted to reach down and pull the dog's head higher,
coaxing him to lick her already trembling breasts, but she hesitated, fully aware that
this time she was right out in the open air, without night to hide her from prying eyes.
Besides, ever since she had met Luke Adams, she had felt that he was an inseparable
part of Poseidon, and somehow it didn't seem right to use his dog in such a lewd way
again.
She might have fought off temptation and got to her feet but Poseidon decided the
course of events. Made nervous by the girl's obvious restlessness, he licked reassuringly
again, this time right across her breast itself, his tongue dragging maddeningly over the
tiny pink nipple which sprang instantly into answering hardness.
"Oooooooohhhhhhh," Becky moaned involuntarily. That one hot swipe of the dog's
fire-filled tongue spread ecstasy throughout her entire melting body. Incredulously she
felt her vagina contract powerfully from the lewd stimulation, bringing back to her
memory the wild delights of the night before. She quivered all over, her mind racing
wildly, driven out of control by the demands of her passionate young body.
Automatically her hands shot out to seize the animal's heavy head and keep it away
from her shivering breasts. She held on tight for a moment, staring down at Poseidon's
big dark muzzle only a fraction of an inch away from her nipple, so close that she could
feel his hot breath gust searingly over the quivering little bud. She looked around
wildly, in unreasoning fear that someone might be watching, but the top of the slopes
were empty, with only the wind rustling the grass. Maybe... maybe it wouldn't be so
bad if she only let the dog lick her breasts, she thought hazily. Besides, Poseidon would
let her know if anyone came near.
Having decided this, Becky suddenly thrust her full firm breasts up towards the dog.
"Oh, God, Poseidon, lick my breasts! Lick them the way you licked my pussy last
night!" Poseidon didn't understand her words, but he was able to understand her tone
of voice and the way she thrust her twin, sweet-smelling mounds up at him.
Enthusiastically the big dog leaned forward, shooting out his long pink tongue to curl
hotly around the soft white flesh before him.
"Ooooohhhhhhhh, Gooooddddddd," Becky moaned in happy release below. How
wonderful it felt to have such sensual delight stroked into her body. Her breasts seemed
to swell in passion under the dog's wet lingual caresses until it felt as if the rock-hard
nipples would burst from the pressure. But that was only the half pf it. With each
relentless swipe, burning pleasure radiated over her entire body, making her sleek
smooth stomach muscles spasm uncontrollably and her graceful naked legs writhe with
delight on the soft grass. But it was the whole tender fleshy area up between her
twitching thighs that reacted most strongly. Becky could feel the hot secretions
bubbling far up inside her vagina and begin to seep out over her hungry pussy-lips,
making her feel hot and wet all over her loins. Still hidden under her white bikini
bottoms, her sensitive little clitoris trembled with anticipation as if it were hoping to
have attention paid to it next.
Irresistibly, Becky's trembling hands were drawn downward, sliding over her trembling
belly until one poised just over the tiny "vee" of her bikini, then it moved hard
downward, pressing desperately against the soft, hair-covered mound inside, rubbing
madly, pressing the thin white material as far up into the moistening split between her
pussy lips as it would go. Gasping loudly, Becky began to worm her fingers under the
tight white waistband of her bikini, letting one finger slip into the hot wet slit, sliding
easily up and down in her own slippery cunt. She tried to reach further down, to worm
one groping finger up into her wildly tingling vagina, but she couldn't quite make it.
She had to make a decision, either stay flat on her back so the dog could continue his
delicious licking of her shuddering breasts or sit up and ram her finger into her
desperate vagina. She really hadn't intended to get this far out of control, but oh my
God her pussy needed attention!
"Oh, damn, damn, damn," the eighteen-year-old blonde groaned, finally tossing caution
to the winds. She sat halfway up, pushing the surprised dog away, and began to
struggle with her tight bikini-bottoms, sliding them down over her hips and firm full
thighs until she was able to throw them in a crumpled white heap onto the grass several
feet away. She was naked now, totally naked, lying panting on the grass with the breeze
playing excitedly over her sizzling skin. Propping herself up on one elbow, she hastily
reached down and parted her golden pubic hair with the fingers of one hand, looking at
the tiny red nub of her clitoris nestling between the passion-flushed smoothness of her
vaginal lips. Oh, how it ached! She extended her middle finger and pressed hard on the
little pleasure-button, her whole body jerking as a fire of lust shot through her naked
loins. "Oooh," Becky gasped aloud and took her hand away, perversely enjoying her
own quivering sensual torment. There was a movement off to her right and she saw
that Poseidon had backed away a little, a strange wild light in his animal eyes. Suddenly
the whole impact of last night came flooding back into Becky's mind, the searing
wetness of the German shepherd's tongue... the power of her very first orgasm.
All her inhibitions of a few minutes ago seemed strangely out of place now. Becky's
body had taken over, drowning her caution in a flood of sexual need so great it was
useless to fight it. With terrible certainty the panting teenager knew that she wanted to
feel again those wonderful feelings that had made her their hopeless prisoner only the
night before. And now, here in the hot sun, with nature all around... she had to have it!
With a helpless little groan of desire the lust-filled adolescent fell back on both elbows,
her blonde head raised up and her long naked legs stretched out in the grass, fullfleshed 
thighs opening automatically to bare the seething wetness of her hungering
cunt.
"Come on, Poseidon," the girl begged while at the same time her own hands moved
sensuously up over her ribcage, gliding in little circles until they had reached the
swelling base of her heaving breasts.
"Oh God, Poseidon, don't keep me waiting," Becky moaned while her fingertips moved
upwards to play over her rigid nipples, still wet with the dog's saliva. As she dug harder
and harder into her own seething flesh, the excited girl's toes curled involuntarily, her
whole body thrilling to the new waves of pleasure that raced outward from her lustswollen 
breasts. For a moment she became lost in her own touch, almost forgetting the
dog, but then he began to whine in hungry expectation and she looked up to see his
hot animal eyes on her, a more wild look in them than she had ever seen before. That
was when she was certain he was going to do it to her, going to lick her between the
legs as he had the night before. Whimpering, the helplessly aroused blonde virgin let
her trembling thighs fall open even farther, longing to have the fires raging high up
inside her belly extinguished by Poseidon's pleasure-giving tongue.
Quickly the ready animal moved forward, positioning himself between her widespread
legs, sniffing at the sweet-smelling treasure displayed so invitingly before him. He
looked up once, right into Becky's desire-glazed eyes, and it was a moment before she
realized he wanted some further sign from her to go ahead.
"Oh, yes, go ahead, Poseidon, yes. Lick me, lick me again just like you did last night."
Then her eyes opened wide in hypnotized awe as she watched his powerful head move
purposefully forward toward her waiting cunt.
"Aaaahhh," the young virgin gasped as the animal's cool damp nose slid wetly up the
tender flesh of her hot inner thigh, then snuffled eagerly through her moisture-soaked
pussy hair, driving her to new heights of passion as it gently, teasingly glided over the
quivering cuntal flesh beneath. Automatically the moaning teenager bucked her loins
upward, trying to impale herself on that thrusting, tickling nose, until at last the dog's
hot lengthy tongue snaked out once again and buried itself deep in her seething pussyslit.
"Aaaaaaaaggghhhh!" the shocked teenager cried out involuntarily, at the same time her
back arching like a bow under the stimulus of Poseidon's lewd assault. All his canine
attention centered on the golden triangle before him, the animal began to lick in
earnest, his hotly digging tongue slicing through the quivering wet cuntal flesh with
relentless fervor, each thrust bringing another deep low moan from the girl spreadeagled 
on the grass. Lick, lick, and lick again – Becky thought it would never end, that
this heaven of lust would go on forever. Every burning swipe of that merciless tongue
seemed in itself to take an eternity, making the writhing young virgin aware of every
fraction of an inch sliding over her convulsing loins. She could feel it start wetly at her
anus, then thrust deep into the seeping hot vaginal slit on its way up, at last dragging
maddeningly over the super-sensitive little mound of her palpitatingly erect clitoris. To
the passionately moaning Becky it felt as if each touch of that canine tongue was
charged with an unholy electricity that was almost more than her overloaded nerves
could bear.
Becky sensed that she was nearing orgasm – she had to be! There had to be an eventual
release from the demanding sensations that Poseidon was licking into her churning
loins, or she knew she would go mad, but where was it? Desperately the hopelessly
inflamed blonde lifted her lithe legs high up into the air and then pressed her knees
tightly against her breasts, pushing the firm white mounds flat under the pressure,
offering up her obscenely wide-splayed pussy in defenseless sacrifice to the slavering
animal above.
Yes, yes, that would do it, Becky thought to herself as the dog took full advantage of
her lewd position and drove his scorching tongue ever deeper into her quaking cuntal
flesh. Yes, she was going to cum now – she could feel the fragile bubble growing deep
up inside her already clenching belly. Yes... just another few seconds...
Then Becky's eyes flew open in shock. The delicious licking of her aching pussy had
stopped! To the panting girl's horror, the German shepherd was slowly backing away
from between her upheld thighs, obviously not willing to continue his wild tonguing.
Lowering her legs in agonized disappointment, the anxious virgin spoke pleadingly:
"Poseidon, what's the matter?" she gasped out, afraid that she would be left unsatisfied.
"Please, Poseidon, Becky wants you to do it. Lick me just a little more, just a little..."
And then the desperate girl's eyes widened even further as the animal backed away
another pace and she saw it for the first time... saw his extended penis!
Breathlessly the gaping blonde teenager stared at the size of the glistening scarlet shaft
that was slowly emerging from the hairy sheath under the dog's belly. The glistening
tapered shaft dangled and swayed into ever-growing hardness before the panting girl's
unbelieving eyes, and she realized she had not been the only one aroused by the dog's
licking of her cunt. The reaction for Poseidon had been more instinctual, more
glandular, as the hot spicy taste of aroused female permeated his sharp senses and
combined with the transmitted power of this lovely girl's wild sexual excitement. The
growing passion racking the sweet-smelling body before him had brought out an
answering reaction in the big dog's own hairy loins, until finally his canine senses had
been unable to handle the overload. He stood now before Becky's pleading eyes,
hesitating, miserable, his bright scarlet cock growing harder and longer beneath him.
For a few moments Becky could not think at all, her mind shorted out by the sight of
that canine penis presented before her in glistening erection, and all the while she was
becoming aware of the lewd sensations of pure animal hunger the sight of that great
organ was causing deep up inside her love-denied cunt. The mesmerized girl let herself
slowly submerge into that need before realizing with sudden horror the terrible nature
of the idea that was building in her mind, an idea too obscene even for the most
depraved person!
She wanted Poseidon to fuck her!
Yes, fuck her with that huge wet cock that now stood stiffly out in full blood-thickened
rigidity, the cock she had helped harden by the example of her own bodily abandon.
She was so wildly, desperately aroused by now that her mind was hardly capable of
judging between right and wrong, but still it tried, struggling desperately against the
demands of her overheated flesh. Why not? she thought. Ever since early yesterday
evening, when she consented to go for a moonlight paddle with Pete Hansen, she had
progressed from one formerly unthinkable act to another. Wasn't it less than twentyfour 
hours ago that she had cursed herself for not taking advantage of the presence of
Pete's equally swollen cock? And now here was another, this time belonging to a male
who would not take advantage of her, who would not tell anyone of her moral
weakness. Instead of satisfying her, Poseidon's eager lapping of her cunt had left her
with the burning desire to have her vagina filled with something hard and hot and alive,
and there it was now. After all, she'd already tried the paraffin and that had felt great.
On the other hand, how could she live with the knowledge that she had permitted
herself to be taken by a dog as lewdly as a bitch in heat? She moaned aloud, trying to
resolve the battle with her conscience... and then she caught sight of a lewd drop of
seminal fluid glistening like a milk-white jewel at the tapered point of Poseidon's hard
red shaft, a symbol promising to fill her with wild pleasure and fulfillment... and that
did the trick.
With a moan of surrender the young blonde virgin fell back on the sun-warmed grass,
opening her legs wide to the hungry animal. But it wasn't going to be that easy. Unable
to control himself any longer, Poseidon moved up next to Becky and tried to shove his
nose under her buttocks and lift. For a few seconds, the quivering, waiting Becky
couldn't figure out what he was trying to do, but then she realized Poseidon wanted her
to roll over on all fours so he could mount her from behind, the only way he knew. As
soon as she understood, Becky rolled obligingly over, crouching low and presenting her
buttocks back in lewd encouragement to the eagerly whimpering animal. All hesitation
gone now, excitedly aware of the obscene nature of the act she was about to perform,
the inflamed young surfer looked back over her shoulder and hissed: "Come on,
Poseidon, fuck me! Put your beautiful cock in my cunt and fuck me until I scream!"
Could these obscene words be coming from her own mouth? Becky marveled, but then
she realized that there had always been in her the hidden desire for forbidden acts such
as this. For a fleeting instant she was able to connect her joy in risking her life against
the power of the sea with the exquisite pleasure she was now experiencing as she
prepared to do something absolutely forbidden – to fuck an animal!
There was no deep thinking on Poseidon's part, however. As soon as he saw Becky on
her knees, sweetly-curving buttocks presented back toward him, he stalked purposefully
forward, his massive dog-penis jerking and dancing beneath his furry torso as he
moved. And if Becky's verbal invitation had not been enough, the dog could never have
mistaken her obscene gesture as the girl reached back to part her cuntal lips, presenting
the pink-petaled opening of her vagina to the eager animal's gaze.
The big German shepherd easily mounted her offered buttocks, his strong furry forelegs
gripping tightly around Becky's sleek smooth torso. But the animal was inexperienced
with human females and not quite sure what to do next. All instincts told him to bury
his ready cock deep up between Becky's expectantly quivering ass-cheeks, but he
couldn't find the entrance. Slipping and dancing in the warm wet cleft between the
crouching teenager's buttocks, time and time again the needle-shaped scarlet tip failed
to enter. Once it caught for a moment in Becky's tiny puckered anal opening, almost
ramming brutally in before the startled girl was able to twist away from the unwanted
rectal impalement.
Sobbing with frustration and embarrassment, the kneeling blonde finally was forced to
reach back under her body with one hand and take the animal's rock-hard penis in her
fingers. Poseidon whimpered as he felt the cool pressure against his swollen cock but
when he made no move to pull away, Becky guided the rigid scarlet shaft slowly
forward, inserting it between her passion-swollen pussy lips, sliding the sharp tapered
tip up and down sensuously as she made sure it was well lubricated with her own sex
juices. Then the panting blonde virgin tremblingly planted the point of the organ
burning so hotly against her Fingers right up into the entranceway to her tight little
vagina, bracing herself go for the expected shock.
"Come on, Poseidon," she gasped over her shoulder to the huge dog. "Ram it in! Fuck
me! Fuck your dog-cock into me!" And that's just what Poseidon did. Finally sensing
that he was at his long-sought goal, the powerful German shepherd did what nature
dictated. He fucked forward!
With a rending tear that huge pole of scarlet hardness ripped into the virginal human
cunt before it, ripping through her tender maidenhead in one blow and never stopping
until the dog's sperm-bloated balls crashed into Becky's tightly clenched loins. As soon
as the animal sensed his complete penetration of the female kneeling before him he
began to ram into her with relentless jackhammer drives, fucking machine-like into the
helplessly cringing young teenager.
"Aaaaaaaagggh, uuuuuunnnnnhhhh," the stunned girl managed to gasp out, amazed at
the strength of the sudden sharp pain that exploded in her unsuspecting little pussy at
the dog's first relentless penetration. Instinctively she tried to crawl forward to escape
the cruel puncturing of her hymen but found she could not shake loose Poseidon's
powerful forelegs that clamped vise-like around her body. As she tried to move forward,
the dog followed, dancing on his hind legs, never missing a stroke as he continued to
fuck into the wailing Becky.
What a sight for Luke Adams's bulging eyes as he crouched at the top of the little rise,
staring unbelievingly down at the obscene sight below. "Holy God," he muttered quietly
to himself, "I sure had this one figured all wrong."


Chapter 4

After Becky and Poseidon had slowly clanked their way to the top of the cliff, Luke
Adams went back into his beach house and sat down by the window, absently sipping a
beer, a thoughtful look on his rugged face.
Luke was a relatively intelligent man, an engineer by trade who had worked his way up
from laborer. For most of his life he had worked hard and been pretty well content with
his life, and then all at once everything had changed. A wealthy uncle died, a man Luke
had only seen once when he was a child, but he must have made quite an impression
because the old man left Luke everything in his will. So now Luke was rich, well, not
anything like a millionaire, but as long as he wasn't too reckless in his way of life, he
would never have to work again. Just the kind of ideal situation that most working men
dream of.
But it wasn't that easy. After an active life, Luke found himself at loose ends, not
knowing what to do with all the free time he had on his hands. For a couple of years he
traveled, living for a while first in one place and then in another. But eventually he
decided the only place that really meant anything to him was the place where he had
grown up, so Luke shipped himself back to southern California. This time he was a
little more accustomed to the leisure life and knew that the best way for him to fight off
boredom was to have a hobby, something to immerse his mind and activities in. And it
wasn't hard for Luke to decide what that hobby would be.
Girls.
Because his parents had been separated when he was young, Luke had gone to work at
an early age, and later he worked his way through engineering school holding down a
full-time job, so that he hadn't had much time for his nubile young female classmates.
He wanted to make up for that now, and found out that it was almost too easy to be
fun. For several months he spent a good deal of time in cocktail lounges, pursuing
women mostly his own age or a little younger, and they fell into his bed with such
frequency that he began to long for a good night's sleep. He also grew tired of the
rather sad types he met in the bars, usually desperately unhappy women looking for a
man to hook before it was too late for... whatever they thought it was too late for. Many
of them were beautiful enough and they were all tigers in bed, but Luke got tired of too
many hangovers and too many disillusioned faces next to his on the pillow on the
inevitable mornings after. No, this wasn't quite what he had in mind. Then one day he
was aimlessly wandering down the beach, skipping stones into the water when he saw a
couple of teenage girls out surfing, and knew he had found his hobby. It was exciting
enough to look at their firm young bodies, made healthy and strong by constant
exercise, but even more than this, Luke was fascinated by the totally free, unself
conscious way the girls moved, like beautiful animals in their natural habitat. They
might play certain games with men, but they were not the same sick old games Luke
was so tired of. He watched the girls for nearly an hour, desire growing in him all the
time, not just sexual desire, but the desire of the hunter who is fascinated by an exotic
and difficult prey.
So Luke built his mushroom house on the beach and began to hunt. It wasn't long
before he found how hard this prey was going to be to bag. He was just too old for
them, not biologically of course, because he was a strong, virile, handsome man, but
any man over twenty-five was put by the girls in the same category as their fathers.
Usually the most Luke could get from any of the young surfers was a polite
conversation, and as soon as he got at all romantic they would take off like frightened
gazelles. This particularly irritated Luke because more than once at night he came
across these same young girls making love on the beach to boys more their age. Many
of the girls were certainly not shrinking young virgins; a couple of times it had been
obvious that they demanded more than the inexperienced boys could give. Such a
waste, Luke thought bitterly. He really had a lot to offer these hot little broads.
And then one night Luke was seeking solace with one of his old girlfriends, a woman in
her thirties. They were talking about sexual exploits of their youth, as somewhat jaded
people will, when the woman, rather casually mentioned that she had loved to have her
dog lick her when she was a girl. Something clicked in Luke when he heard this. An
opening wedge into surfer-land. The kids all loved dogs and for several weeks a friend
of his who had an apartment in the city had been trying to get Luke to take over his
German shepherd, claiming the dog would have more room to run at the beach.
The next day Luke surprised his friend by picking up the dog, and then he and his old
girlfriend embarked on a training course for the handsome animal, whom he hopefully
called Poseidon, after the Greek god of the sea, noted for his frequent rape of water
nymphs. Poseidon took to his work eagerly, seeming to have a natural taste for human
pussies. Luke would encourage the dog to lick his woman-friend until she was literally
begging to be fucked, then he would lure Poseidon away through some ruse and oblige
the helplessly moaning woman. Would the teenage surfer-girls react the same?
When he figured Poseidon was well enough trained, Luke sent him out on
reconnaissance missions, hoping that he would have good fishing. For several days
nothing happened, and then today Poseidon had brought home Becky!
What a luscious little doll, Luke thought to himself. What a mixture, those big innocent
blue eyes combined with that youthfully seductive body! He sure had screwed it up,
though, hadn't he? His eyes must have been dripping so much lust they had scared hell
out of the girl. If he hadn't had the sense to send her up to the mesa with the dog she
probably would have bolted off down the beach like a frightened deer.
Well, he thought to himself, he might as well go on up and see how Poseidon was
doing in his fieldwork, but there wasn't too much hope. Becky was too young, too
wide-eyed and innocent to be seduced by anyone, let alone a dog. He really liked the
kid, though, he thought to himself. Too bad it wouldn't work out, because there was
something about her, an independence, perhaps, to go along with her wild little body
and big blue eyes that might make her a lot of fun.
Luke went out on the veranda and pushed a button calling the tram car down, then
rode it on up to the cliff-top. He got there just in time to see a golden fleck of
movement, Becky's blonde hair, as she ran down into the rifle pits. Luke ducked, not
wanting to be discovered too soon. He decided to sit and wait, still with a faint hope
that the German shepherd would do his thing and worm his big nose into the girl's
tight little bikini, but deep down inside, Luke felt that his time was wasted, with this
one anyhow.
Imagine his surprise then when he finally moved as silently as he could to the top of
the hill and peered cautiously over, expecting Poseidon to smell him out instantly and
come running up the slope. But instead the wonderful big lug was too busy to notice
even if a herd of cats had run across his head. Luke had been partially right, though. He
wasn't licking the girl as he had been so carefully trained to do, oh no!
He was getting ready to fuck the hell out of her!
Luke thought he had seen everything, but his mouth dropped open in surprise when he
saw sixteen-year-old Becky Newton spin around on all fours before his dog. He choked
back a gasp of admiration as he took in the pink and ivory perfection of the girl's naked
buttocks as she crouched in front of Poseidon, her blue eyes wild and shining with
passion, the soft golden down nestling up between her tender thighs soaked through
with her own aroused secretions.
There was no mistaking what she was planning as the girl he himself lusted after raised
her roundly swelling ass-cheeks and begged Poseidon to fuck her. And there was no
mistaking that hard red shaft of dog-flesh that jutted out beneath his dog's belly. Yes,
he certainly had underestimated this one!
Luke hardly dared breathe as he watched down through the meager screen of grass and
flowers, lying flat on his belly. Unbelieving, he saw his own German shepherd mount
the girl's obscenely presented buttocks, knowing it was going to be impossible for that
huge scarlet dog-cock to fit into the tiny pink opening the shameless young virgin was
offering back to the aroused animal. Luke suddenly became aware of his own cock,
pressing down into the grass and growing harder every moment in the confines of his
trousers. He rolled a little on his side and unzipped his fly. A moment later the heavy
flaccid member was in his hand and he was absentmindedly stroking it into quivering
hardness as he watched the lewd little drama unfold below.
For one long moment Luke saw Poseidon's swollen scarlet penis poised right at the
opening to Becky's tight little cunt, held there by her trembling fingers, and then it was
gone, disappearing from view as it drove deep into the pink-fleshed opening before the
dog's humping loins. It was no surprise to Luke when the crouching teenager cried out
in pain. The only wonder was that she had been able to take that monstrous cudgel at
all. Luke began to pump his own swelling cock more furiously with his hand as he
watched the naked girl cringe before the animal humping madly behind her, painful
cries and whimpers pouring from her throat.
Poor Becky. Having tried to no avail to escape her terrible impalement by Poseidon's
driving cock, she knew that there was no turning back now. She would have to go on to
the end no matter how much it hurt, go on until Poseidon emptied his hot canine
sperm deep up inside her constricted little belly, his feral passion at last satisfied.
The pain-wracked teenager tried to open her thighs wider, hoping it would give the
panting dog easier access to her cruelly stretched vagina, and it did help a little. Even
so, Becky could feel that huge fleshy engine ramming again and again like a rubbery
pile driver deep up into the never-before-used depths of her virgin pussy until it felt as
if her loins were going to be split wide open. Low, shuddering, pain-filled moans
escaped in a continuous stream from lips pulled back over her glistening white teeth.
Wham, wham, wham, those furry animal loins thudded resoundingly into her
widespread buttocks again and again, each fierce advance ramming that merciless scarlet
spear another fraction of an inch deeper into her plundered young cunt.
Then to her surprise the whimpering blonde found that it wasn't hurting so much
anymore. In fact, it felt... sort of good! Little by little the pain-filled expression on the
girl's pouty-lipped face changed into a stare of passionate acceptance as she crouched in
helpless submission before the wildly humping animal. Almost without warning she felt
her hips begin a mindless return motion back against the invading dog-penis, and in
another moment the suddenly maddened young girl was twisting her buttocks in lewd
little circles of abandoned passion, mewling and moaning in lascivious pleasure.
Oh God, she thought, if this is how it feels to be fucked, then she regretted every
moment of her life she had let slip by without it. Fingers could never do this for a girl,
no, not even a tongue. It took a cock, a living male penis, even a dog-cock like the one
that was now filling her womb with more pleasure than she had ever thought possible.
The sex-enchanted girl tried to look back under her body to watch that lust-quenching
red rod of dog-flesh disappearing up into her hotly grasping cunt, but could only see
the dog's smooth dark balls as they swung repeatedly against her tender swollen clitoris,
jolting additional sharp shocks of pleasure into her nakedly kneeling body. With one
hand the straining girl reached back toward her own pussy and let her fingers encircle
Poseidon's slippery wet cock as it raced in and out between her sensitively swollen cunt
lips, at the same time digging her knuckles gratifyingly into her own hot wet cuntal
flesh.
Sweating, panting, and moaning, Becky felt a rush of forbidden pleasure sweep over her
as the full realization of the obscene thing she was doing came into her mind. Somehow
the very thought of crouching shamelessly on the ground, offering her pure young body
to a panting animal, added another dimension of lust-filled depravity to the sensations
that were already ravaging her wildly aroused body. God, how utterly... obscene, the
once innocent girl thought to herself in pleased amazement while ever-growing pleasure
radiated throughout her shamefully used body.
Luke too was panting from the sheer depravity of the unnatural scene before him as he
lecherously watched the thick scarlet dog-cock disappear with ferocious regularity up
into his young blonde heartthrob's squirming pink pussy-hole. With one hand he was
holding the grass and flowers apart in front of him so he could see better while the
other was wrapped tightly around his own lust-erected penis.
"Oooohhh, oooohhh, oooohhh," he heard Becky chant in obvious delight as she moved
her buttocks back against Poseidon's driving loins. Luke continued to pump his own
cock with increased vigor as he watched the wildly changing expressions flicker over
Becky's passion-distorted face. The moaning girl was obviously completely enraptured
by the wonderful animal-fucking she was receiving from behind, and all the while Luke
was watching, he found that without actually willing it his stroking of his own thick
fleshy staff had taken up the same rapid temp as Poseidon's cock fucking rhythmically
into the tight pink cunt before it. Luke could see it all, since Becky was slightly turned
away from him. He could see that merciless glistening animal shaft sawing relentlessly
in and out between her upthrust buttocks, drawing forth the soft clinging vaginal flesh
on the outstroke and ramming it back up inside each time the big animal lunged
forward. But the most exciting thing to the wildly masturbating Luke was the
completely dedicated, committed way that Becky moved her ass-cheeks back to seek
fulfillment from the hard red staff plunging deep up into her hotly seething little belly.
Never in his whole life had Luke seen a woman so passionately involved, so lost in lust,
and she was so damn young. Wow, how would she be when she got older? Goddamn,
he thought in a sudden rush of anger, what the hell was he doing crouching up here in
the fucking weeds pounding his own cock when there was a piece of red-hot tail only a
few yards away? It didn't seem right to his lust-titillated brain that he should be
helplessly watching his own goddamn dog humping the wildest piece of hot squirming
cunt this side of the moon. Well, he'd change all that, he vowed, and boldly standing
up, he marched straight down the hill. Becky was far too busy to see him coming. Each
new thrust from the slaving German shepherd jolted further delights into her already
passion-flooded body, and she found her mind wandering back to the time, only last
night – my God, could it have only been last night when Pete Hansen's erect penis had
been pressing demandingly against her naked flesh. How sickened she had felt then,
she remembered, when the over-excited surfer's cock exploded all over her, covering her
shrinking flesh with its obscene semen. Oh, how wrong she had been. If she'd only
known then how wonderful a long thick cock could feel ramming hard up into her
love-starved body, she would have begged Pete to fuck her all night and would have
thanked him for his hard ready presence. Cock, cock, cock, Becky thought to herself,
her eyes closed in dreamy ecstasy, how different it all seemed now. With the constant
reminder she was receiving from Poseidon's massive penis, the newly-initiated girl
dreamed of a world populated by innumerable cocks, enough to keep her filled forever.
And then, as if in answer to her prayers, the kneeling bucking girl sensed a movement
in front of her and opened her eyes to see an enormous swollen penis hovering rigidly
right before her face as Luke Adams dropped lithely to his knees in front of her.
"Oh my God," the startled girl blurted out and tried to stumble erect, but Poseidon's
powerful body pushed her easily back to the ground.
"Take it easy, kid, take it easy," Luke said reassuringly to the frightened girl. "I just
came up to see how my dog was doing and thought I'd join in on the fun."
Poseidon stopped his powerful pumping for an instant as soon as he saw his master,
but sensing that Luke wasn't displeased with what he was doing, he went eagerly back
to work, redoubling the force of his wild thrusts into the sweet-smelling body of his
new companion.
Becky didn't take the intrusion quite as well. Despite Luke's reassuring words she
almost screamed out for help, but then realized that she most definitely didn't want any
rescuers seeing her in a position like this. She opened her mouth to beg Luke to leave
but she was caught unprepared by suddenly harder, quicker thrusts from behind.
"Ooooooh," she cried as the ever-swelling animal cock pounded deep up into her open
cunt. For a moment her eyes unfocused a little, staring off into space, and then it didn't
matter any more that a strange man was kneeling before her naked body; the only thing
that mattered was the sensually rhythmic filling of her cunt. She didn't believe she
would move even if her aunt showed up on the scene, not until this whole wonderful
thing had run its natural course.
And now there was a new cock in front of her, the cock of a handsome strong man, a
cock which brought a new burst of lascivious thoughts flaring up in her sex-demented
brain.
"You won't tell... anybody... about this?" she managed to gasp out between thrusts of
Poseidon's rampaging cock.
"Not a chance, baby," Luke smiled back. "This is just between you and me and
Poseidon... and this." And Luke moved his swollen cock even closer to the young
blonde's fascinated eyes. Even though it was hard to concentrate on anything but the
hotly pulsing dog-penis soaring into her from behind, Becky couldn't take her eyes
from Luke's rigid cock as it jutted forward out of the coarse fair hair covering his loins.
Just the size was enough to overwhelm the panting girl. She didn't know if it was
because it was so close to her face, but it looked even bigger than Poseidon's!
Tentatively, curiously, Becky reached one hand up to encircle the massive organ with
her fingers. How hot it was! she thought in surprise, and then she realized she could
feel Luke's pulse beating inside the rubbery shaft like a tiny heart. The excited girl
pushed back the heavy foreskin, revealing the swollen purple-veined head, slit at the
end and with a tiny drop of sperm hanging there just as it had with Poseidon. Becky
found herself wondering how that little milk-white droplet would taste, and then
realized she wanted that great throbbing rod of male flesh in her mouth – wanted to
taste and savor the whole hot rigid length of it – have it rammed in her face the way
Poseidon's cock was ramming into her cunt! Slowly her lovely face moved closer...
closer... her hand squeezing harder without her even noticing.
As he knelt before this nakedly desirable little creature, Luke Adams could not keep a
low groan of lust from escaping between his teeth, caused by the painful delight of her
touch.
Would she do it? Luke hardly dared let himself believe it, even though this bright
young beauty was now regularly squeezing and stroking his pulsing member, drawing
such spasms of pleasure from him that he could hardly stand it. Although he didn't
want to do the least thing to alarm Becky, Luke couldn't resist reaching forward and
gently stroking her angelic golden head, letting his fingers slide gently around to the
back of her neck. Then with his hand there, he slowly drew the teenager's questioning
face toward his waiting penis.
"Okay, baby," he said gently. "Just put it in your mouth. Wouldn't that be nice?"
"I-I... I've never done anything like that before. I don't know if it would be right." Luke
almost strangled to keep himself from laughing. Christ almighty, here she was getting
the hell fucked out of her by a dog and she was wondering if it would be the right thing
to do, to suck his cock! Kids!
"Sure, it'll be all right," the forty-year-old engineer said soothingly. 'Then we'll all be in
it together, you and me and Poseidon. You wouldn't want me to take him home, would
you?" Becky paled at the implied threat. Every time Poseidon drove his burning cock up
into her gratefully accepting pussy, her whole body was flooded with mind-numbing
pleasure. Every time that giant animal shaft thrust deep into her welcoming belly to its
fullest extent the trembling girl could feel her vagina open up like a dew-drenched
flower, raining euphoria all over her kneeling tan body. No, she certainly didn't want
Luke to take his dog home, not yet, and besides, he had really been nice to her today.
She took another long look at his patiently waiting penis, letting a hunger for it build
up inside her churning belly, slowly beginning to see it as the symbol of the pure
sensual abandon her budding young body now claimed as its due.
Then she began to get really excited, abandoning herself completely to lust. Without
another word she began to pull and jerk harder' at the fleshy staff in her hand, making
Luke writhe in blissful agony under her lustful touch. Finally, her mind made up, Becky
flicked out her tiny pink tongue and let it glide warmly over his blood-swollen glans.
Luke groaned aloud from the tantalizing contact, his muscular body spasming as the
sex-hungry sixteen-year-old before him began to run her tongue in wet little circles
around the tip of his nearly bursting cock.
The pungent tang of premature seminal fluid flooded Becky's mouth, filling her with a
new lewd excitement. She let her hands slide down the man's lust-corded penile shaft
and then, following her instincts, reached inside Luke's open trousers to scratch her
fingernails lightly over the wrinkled sac of his testicles, at the same time taking the cock
in her mouth, feeling the thickly veined underside of the glans slide hotly over her
tongue until it was almost all the way back to her tonsils, making her gag. She began to
suck, slowly and hesitantly at first, not knowing quite what to do, her ovaled lips
clasping tightly around the huge red shaft sunk so obscenely into her passion-flushed
face.
Luke let his weight fall back on his heels, afraid that he was going to keel over from the
sheer ecstasy of having his cock in this succulent teenager's butter-soft mouth. Circling
his hands behind her head, he pulled her lips further down on his swollen penis, at the
same time starting to rock his loins up into the girl's tightly rounded lips. His thick
cock slid lecherously in and out of the teenager's mouth to the accompaniment of wild
wet sucking sounds that could clearly be heard above his own hoarse groans.
Staring down at Becky, Luke hardly dared believe it was all finally happening, but there
it was right before his eyes as he watched this lovely little creature's rosy cheeks follow
and fill rhythmically around his cock inside the warm wet cavern of her mouth. At last
he had bagged his prey, and as soon as his damn dog got out of the way, he would
know his final triumph. Then it would be his turn to pound his punishing cock up into
her hot little cunt. He stared across Becky's glowing naked back right into the eyes of
his unbelievable dog as it humped repeatedly, endlessly into the little doll's squirming
cunt. For a moment he was certain that the dog smiled back at him, actually smiled, but
he decided it must be a figment of his imagination.
"Baby, baby, suck it harder... harder... like it was all that mattered in the world..." Luke
moaned as a feeling of pure sexual power swept over him. Oh, what a day this was
going to be... but it was a moment before Becky reacted. Her mind had been mostly on
the wonderful animal-fucking she was receiving from behind, but a strange wave of
excitement was beginning to sweep over her as she pictured herself so lewdly debased,
impaled between two demanding cocks at the same time. Greedily, she began to suck in
earnest on Luke's cock, her head bobbing like a cork in rough water, her tongue
swishing maddeningly around and around the throbbing head that was sliding in and
out between her painfully stretched lips just the way Pete's cock had been going into
Linda's mouth last night. She sucked to end it, wanting to make Luke cum, wanting to
taste his cum. The masochistic joy of being used, used like a common whore, permeated
her adolescent body and brought mewling whines tumbling from her throat, gurgling
out around where her lips locked firmly around Luke's deep-thrusting penis. They were
going to pump their lewd white sperm into her belly from both ends, this man and his
dog, pump it into her helpless mouth and pussy until it overflowed to run in slippery
trails of bliss from both cock-filled orifices. And when that time came, she wanted to
cum with them, wanted to explode in a great whirling eruption of passion she would
remember all her life.
The older man groaned above her, his painfully swollen penis sliding in and out of her
tender lips with a lewd sucking sound while he guided her head with his hands, his
fingers tangled in her long blonde hair. Oh, what a sight – her mouth stuffed with his
blood-red cock while her sleek naked body quivered from the heavy jolts of his dog's
mighty shaft smashing into her eighteen-year-old cunt from behind. It had really all
been so easy once he had trained the dog, and now this girl he'd only met an hour ago
was all his, his to do with as he wanted. He laughed quietly to himself as he
remembered how ready he had been to give up just a few minutes ago.
His lecherous eyes swept over Becky's tightly trapped body, comparing her with some
of the older women he'd fucked. Christ! She was a hell of a lot better all over. And
Christ, those tits, on a kid yet! Reaching down with one hand, Luke fumbled beneath
Becky's crouching body, wanting to caress the Firmly swelling mounds of her breasts.
Oh God, he thought as his fingers closed over their silken softness, they were so warm
and alive! Excitedly he kneaded and squeezed until the skewered teenager began to
whimper around his cock thrusting into her mouth. Grinning, he tweaked and rolled
the virginal nipples until they felt as hard as polished stones, savoring them, his eyes
misting over with lust as she shoved his aching member upward in a frenzy, his lips
twisting a little cruelly with each stroke into his young victim's hungrily sucking mouth.
But despite his roughness, or perhaps because of it, Becky's brain reeled ecstatically at
the belly-tickling thrill of sucking this handsome man's thick cock being added onto the
delights she was experiencing from Poseidon. Her body was so alive with sheer sensual
bliss that she hardly felt human, more a mass of sweating lust-deranged female flesh
begging to be subjugated. Luke was still massaging her dangling breasts, his fingers
digging so cruelly into the tender flesh that the panting girl didn't know whether it felt
good or hurt, but it was certainly adding to the wild sensations spiraling through her
loins and belly. Oh, how she was reveling in the joy of sucking Luke's cock, of sucking
a cock for the first time in her life, while mighty Poseidon fucked her so beautifully
from behind.
Completely crazed with lust, Becky ground her buttocks back hard into her animallover's 
heavily battering body, feeling tiny rivulets of moisture building in the hot
crevice between her ass-cheeks, sensing them trickle slowly down the backs of her
suntanned thighs and drip onto the grass below, while the mounting pressure up inside
her cunt signaled that something fantastic was about to happen soon deep up inside her
seething belly. Sucking wantonly on the ever-expanding cock in her mouth she thought
ecstatically of it suddenly ejaculating, shooting its thick hot sperm deep into her
defenseless throat. She wanted it, yes, God yes! She wanted it to shoot out and fill her
mouth so she could swallow the obscene wetness right down into her quaking belly.
Becky wondered if his sperm would be hot-hot like the feel of Luke's heavy testicles she
was cradling in her hand, so hot that she was going out of her mind with mad desire.
Luke didn't know what was happening in Becky's mind and he didn't care. All he knew
was that her saliva-filled mouth was locked greedily around his ever-burgeoning penis
as he sawed relentlessly into her face, astounded at the way this hot little bitch's full lips
clung pinkly to his aching cock-shaft as if she feared he might suddenly pull it away.
Christ, the young ones might lack a little something in experience, but they sure made
up for it in enthusiasm, he thought to himself, grinning salaciously as he fucked into
Becky's ovaled mouth, watching her passion-twisted face while she sucked and licked
his desire-hardened shaft like it was a lollipop. He lifted his eyes and found himself
staring into the hot canine eyes of his dog as it fucked desperately into Becky's hot little
cunt. Chuckling to himself, Luke realized that no one would ever believe him if he told
them about this – a lush-breasted young teenager hungrily sucking his cock while his
crazy dog screwed her savagely from behind, plunging his big red animal-shaft up to
the hilt in her tender pink little vagina. They'd say he'd had one wet dream too many.
But then a sudden thought hit him. Hell, maybe he way dreaming. Maybe this was all
some kind of crazy hallucination. But no, he was awake all right. There was no doubt
about Poseidon's furry face staring back at him, the black lips pulled back over
gleaming fangs, the red tongue hanging loosely from the gaping mouth, dripping saliva
onto the smooth hollow of Becky's narrow waist... no doubt about the powerful animal
body driving the girl forward onto his own cock which throbbed so convincingly in her
mouth.
No, he'd never been more awake in his life, Luke thought happily as he rammed hard,
his buttocks hollowing, driving his big fleshy engine far down into Becky's throat.
Christ, she was taking it just like any whore. Luke wondered why it didn't choke her
each time it vanished into her face, its thick shaft making a lewd bridge between her
wide-eyed young face and his own hairy loins. With each stroke his pubic hair brushed
the girl's pert little nose, an added obscenity that made his balls ache all the more in her
warmly massaging hand... and the agonizing pressure grew and grew.
Becky too was going out of her mind with newfound desire as she hung on the end of
Luke's cock, increasing her already passion-crazed sucking until it seemed as if his balls
would turn inside out. Luke's groans grew louder and great swirls of heat built up far
inside his churning loins as he watched her cock-filled face work hungrily between his
legs. His stomach muscles contracted until they felt tight enough to snap, making him
arch upward, pushing his throbbing member farther and farther into the suctioning
wetness of her mouth while he gaped at the pink ridges of flesh that pulled out from
inside her lips, clinging greedily to his withdrawing shaft. Becky obviously had the
whole technique down pat now, her mouth and cunt pumping onto the blood-engorged
cocks at each end of her body in perfect synchronization.
Oh God, Luke thought, it was time! He was going to cum! Strangled groans forced
their way up from deep in his chest and for a long moment his body went rigid so that
Becky could feel it coming and knew that soon he would explode within her mouth,
just as she wanted. All of her body was seized with a mad desire to swallow that hot
liquid lust when it came and feel it running down her throat, and now Luke's heavy
penis was swelling convulsively, beginning to jerk and tremble. A moment of breathless
anticipation raced through the teenager's sex-inflamed mind, making her suck all the
harder.
"Oh God... now... now... I-I'm cumming... cummmmiiiiinnnnggg!" Luke gasped out as
his hips began to jerk madly. He kept his eyes locked on Becky's face, staring eagerly at
her sucking lips as his penis swelled to unbelievable proportions and a burning jet of
white-hot sperm rushed up the whole shuddering length...
And then it burst out the tip!
Becky was vaguely aware of Luke mumbling obscenities above her while his jerking
cock gushed forth hot jets of semen that flooded her mouth and throat in a neverending 
stream, making her plump young cheeks balloon outward as she desperately
struggled to keep up with the flow, swallowing in long hungry gulps.
Fastening her mouth tightly around the older man's spending penis, the naked blonde
teenager continued to suck furiously as the seminal fluid jetted out in searing streams,
aware of Luke's desperately clutching hands tugging at her hair, pulling her head
cruelly down onto his twitching shaft.
The ecstasy was even greater than the aroused girl had expected and at the first taste of
the lust-inciting secretion her own climax was triggered. With a liquid moan, Becky
thrust her buttocks back wildly at her panting animal-lover to capture every last
burning inch of his massive cock-shaft deep inside her desperately clutching cuntal
passage. Every muscle in her frantic young body contracted while erotic spasms of
rapture tore through her belly and loins. She continued to gulp and suck at Luke's
jetting cock even as her vaginal muscles opened and closed in a powerful milking
rhythm around Poseidon's. Her buttocks twitching with climactic tension, Becky
uttered yet another gurgling moan as her body released in the final moment she had
been waiting for, spinning her into a world of bright flashing lights and whirling colors,
drowning her in the unbelievable bliss of her first penile orgasm while her entire body
was wracked again and again by powerful spasms.
Such powerful stimulation was too much for the eagerly fucking Poseidon and his
instinct-driven member began to shoot its load of animal sperm far up into the hidden
recesses of Becky's wildly contracting belly, one long hot jet that seemed to drill right
up through her insides. And again the helplessly reacting girl climaxed, sobbing in
erotic delight as she slammed her loins frantically back onto the dog's deep-spewing
cock.
Becky had been faithfully trying to hold Luke's softening penis between her stillsucking 
lips but gave up when the force of Poseidon's last wild thrusts forced her to cry
out in shock. Luke fell back onto the grass, rolling clear of the obscenely matched pair
and watched in amazement as Becky's orgasm went on and on, her naked body
convulsing spasmodically. Struggling to his feet, the gaping older man stood swaying
above her, watching the animal-cum, mixed with her own hot orgasmic moisture,
gushing back out of her cunt which was still squeezing like a hungry mouth round
around his German shepherd's long thick cock.
Streams of the slippery white fluid were trickling down the soft smooth flesh of her
inner thighs and dripping onto the trampled grass below. Luke was beginning to
wonder if Becky would ever be satiated, but finally the exhausted girl collapsed forward,
Poseidon's rapidly softening cock slipping wetly from between her still-quivering white
buttocks.
The big dog stood panting over Becky's prostrate body, his scarlet member shrinking
back up into its furry sheath, then he moved a little closer to sniff curiously at Becky's
trembling cuntal flesh. To Luke's obscene delight, the huge dog lowered his head and
began to lap at the cum still oozing from between Becky's shuddering thighs, his long
tongue lashing pinkly between the smooth round cheeks of her buttocks, making Becky
moan faintly as her glistening flesh jerked under his touch. When the last traces of lust
had been cleaned away, Poseidon yawned and went over to lie down in the shade of the
bunkers.
For several minutes the only sound to be heard in the little dell was the exhausted
gasping of the two human beings. Neither spoke for a long time, time enough for a
measure of rationality to return to Becky now that her lascivious body had been
satisfied. Bit by bit a dark tide of shame began to sweep over the young surfer as she
thought back on her depraved acts, mixed with the horror of realizing how helpless she
had been when faced with her seemingly insatiable lust. There was no doubt about it,
fight it as much as she would, it was her treacherous body that betrayed her! She buried
her head in her hands, wishing she could sink into the earth.
Luke was unaware of the black despair washing through the guilt-wracked young
blonde. Looking down at her naked, passion-wet body, he felt his penis give a faint
answering lurch and knew that it would only be a matter of minutes before it was once
again hard and eager, ready to sink into the body of this luscious sixteen-year-old. He
knelt down beside her and trailed his hand lecherously over her full firm buttocks.
"Okay, baby," he said confidently, "Roll over and I'll show you what a human cock feels
like." Her answer was not at all what he expected to hear.
"Keep your dirty hands off me," Becky wailed, jerking away from his touch. "Don't you
ever touch me again!"
"W-What?" Luke managed to gasp out. "But you... we... the dog..."
"You took advantage of me," Becky rapped out accusingly, scrambling unsteadily to her
feet. She couldn't help wincing at the sharp pain that each movement brought from her
ravaged cunt. To her relief she found that being angry with this man made her feel less
guilty. It was him, him and his dog, who had done this horrible thing to her. The
tormented ex-virgin backed away slowly, bending down to scoop up her bathing suit.
"If you come one step closer, I'll scream," she said to Luke, who actually hadn't moved
at all but just stood there with his mouth open and his swollen penis jutting out rather
ridiculously in front of him. Then he began to get mad too.
"Why, you little phony," he snarled, but it was no use. The harshness of his tone
frightened Becky and she whirled away, running naked over the grass, right up the
slope to disappear over the crest of the hill like some woodland nymph.
"I hope Poseidon got you pregnant!" he yelled after her as a parting shot, then sat down
on the grass in frustration. Damn kids! he thought. He'd never understand them!


Chapter 5

About a week later, Linda Peters was wandering happily down the beach, carrying a
huge beach towel rolled up under one arm. It was the usual warm sunny day, the
morning cloud bank having been rolled back by the sun to lie about five miles offshore,
not due to come back in to cool the land until evening. Linda felt really good, having
spent the preceding evening with a handsome lifeguard she had been lusting after for
some time. She shivered all over from the erotic memory and felt her well-rubbed
vagina contract pleasurably. He sure was a good lay, the ultra-liberated girl prodigy
thought. Too bad he was so stupid.
Right now she was on her way to sunbathe. The surf had been blown out by the usual
eleven o'clock breeze so there was no point in paddling out. Instead she thought she
would go down the coast a ways and look for some secluded spot where she could
sunbathe in the nude. Just then she spotted a familiar little figure sitting on the sand
down by the water.
"Becky!" she called out gaily. The other girl looked around dutifully but was barely able
to work up a smile. Linda suddenly remembered that she hadn't seen Becky since the
morning of the "accident" and wondered if the younger girl was still suffering from the
after-affects of her psychological mauling by Pete Hansen. Boy, what a long face!
"Hey, what's the matter, kid?" she sang out, hoping to cheer up the other girl.
"Nothing," Becky answered, but her face said something different.
"Oh, come on now, you look like someone just told you the surf would be flat for the
next ten years. You been out lately?"
"I... no, I've been staying home. I haven't felt very well."
"Well, you missed some pretty good surf," and then realizing that this could hardly
make her little friend feel any better, Linda changed the subject. "Tell you what, why
don't you come with me. I'm going to do a little sunbathing and there's plenty of room
for two on this towel." The truth was, Linda was more than a little eager to see what
this lush little doll looked like naked. Pretty damn good, she imagined. For a moment a
look of enthusiasm came over Becky's lovely face, but then faded away.
"No thank you. I-I guess I'm really in a mood to be alone."
"Well, suit yourself," Linda replied, a little miffed that all her efforts to cheer the other
girl up had been rebuffed, and turned away and started off down the beach. Becky
watched her go, unhappy because she must have seemed so unfriendly but relieved
enough to be by herself again. She wondered how long she was going to go on this
way, racked by guilt and misery over what had happened with Luke and Poseidon. For
a moment she considered running after Linda and confessing the whole thing, just to
get it out in the open instead of cooped up in her own skull, hammering away at her
sanity. But Linda was too far away, not even looking back and anyhow, Becky just
didn't think she could do it.
Becky realized she was being foolish. She should just grit her teeth and forget about the
whole thing. Go on surfing and living her life as she had before. But it wasn't that easy.
Two things bothered her, kept gnawing away at her mind. One was Luke's last
statement. Was it possible that a dog could really make her pregnant, the naïve and
inexperienced young girl thought as a cold chill settled over her. What would the...
baby... look like? Common sense told her that was ridiculous, but still, there was a
lurking fear in the back of her mind. After all, Luke was an old, experienced man, he
should know.
But something else bothered Becky as well – the hunger that still taunted her
developing body whenever she let down her guard. Sexual hunger. If she let her
thoughts escape from tight control, vivid daydreams began to plague her of the
wonderful ecstasies she had known, pounded into her cringing flesh by Luke and
Poseidon. She hated herself for this weakness and wished she could eradicate every
shameful vestige of sinful lust from her mind, but it just didn't seem to work. Whether
she knew it or not, Becky was not the same person she had been only a week ago. The
latent fires of her developing sexuality had been fanned into full flame, and there was
no way to extinguish them without doing violent damage to her healthy young psyche.
It could be done but it would take time, and then she wouldn't be Becky anymore.
The unhappy young woman looked again in the direction that Linda had gone, but the
older girl was already disappearing around the distant headland. A frown came over
Becky's face. Linda was heading in the general direction of Luke's mushroom house and
for some reason that made her uneasy. For a time she struggled with this uneasiness,
trying to determine if it were caused by an irrational fear that somehow Linda would
find out about her shame or... Becky couldn't quite grasp what it was that her
unconscious was trying to tell her, but she knew she didn't like Linda going in that
direction. What if she found Poseidon, and... Becky got to her feet and stood looking at
the point where Linda had disappeared for several moments. She started off that way
once, but stopped herself, chewing her knuckles nervously.
"Oh, damn," she finally said and started walking briskly down the beach toward the
headland.
Meanwhile, Linda was blissfully unaware that she was the subject of such a difficult
decision. She was around the headland now, out of sight of the crowded main beach,
and to her delight she saw that there was nobody else in sight. What luck! But just to
make sure, she continued down the beach to the next headland, wanting to put as
much distance between herself and people as possible. Finally she stopped in one large
cove. The tide was fairly far out and the cool damp sand stretched up from the water in
a gentle slope before becoming lost in a jumble of big black rocks. Going up to the
stones, she was pleased to see that there was a large clear sandy area behind them
where she could lie protected both from the breeze and prying eyes. She quickly spread
out her towel on the sand and then looking around to make sure she was alone,
wriggled out of her bikini. Laughing gaily, the lush-bodied teenager ran naked to the
water, her full breasts jiggling heavily as she ran. Without an instant's hesitation she
dived right into the first wave, gasping a little as the cooler water closed over her 
sunheated skin, but then like a glistening pink porpoise who suddenly appeared on the
surface behind the wave, spraying water in all directions. Linda shivered with the
delicious feeling of the sea-water washing over her naked skin as she swam, touching
her in places it never could when she was wearing her bikini. The difference made her
very aware of the sensitive area up between her thighs, and of her breasts with their
tight pink nipples hardened by the feel of the water flowing over them. She stood up in
the shallows and threw her head back in ecstasy, the white surf boiling up between her
legs like soapsuds. What a shame people had to wear bathing suits, she thought. She
felt so sensual, being in the water naked. How good it would feel to have some big
strong man to fuck her now, but alas, there was no one in sight. But that was just as
well. Chances are it would be some fat lecherous old bastard who would make her feel
like dirt as he leered at her nakedness.
Realizing that this was just what might happen while she was out here in the open
separated from the shelter of the rocks and her bikini, Linda reluctantly left the water
and walked slowly back to her hideaway. She was just settling down on the towel when
she saw someone move out from behind the rocks just a few yards away. Pretty good at
handling herself in tight situations, Linda was just about to tell the intruder to beat it
when she saw it was a dog, the same big black German shepherd she and Becky had
seen a week ago.
"Well hello," she said happily. She liked dogs. The German shepherd stood very still,
looking at her intently for a minute, then began to wag his tail.
"Come on over and let's make friends," Linda said, holding out her hand. The dog
came over without hesitation and sniffed, then affectionately licked her fingers. Linda
was pleased at the warm soft feel of the animal's muzzle and stretched her hand out
further to rub his big head.
"Well, you're pretty friendly, and that's lucky, 'cause you sure are big. Come on, sit
down and I'll scratch your ears." Poseidon, for it was indeed Poseidon, obediently came
nearer and sat down, with that particularly sappy expression some dogs get on their
faces when their ears are being scratched. Sitting so close, he was fully aware of the
sweet smell of Linda's healthy young body, and aware also that she didn't have on one
of those pieces of cloth that hid the most sweet-smelling part from his attentions.
Instinctively he dropped his head to sniff at her loins.
"Hey, cut that out," Linda giggled. "That tickles." But Poseidon was hard to put off. He
continued snuffling at the tight little "vee" of dark brown hair that tufted out from
where her legs had automatically clamped together, then got quickly to his feet, his
nose still buried, obviously becoming excited.
"What's with you?" Linda said, finally prying his big head out of her lap and holding it
with both hands right in front of her face. Poseidon whined eagerly and his tongue shot
out, right across her lips.
"Hey..." Linda spluttered. "You know, if you weren't a dog, I'd think..." Her words died
away as a thoughtful look came over her face. "Hmmmmnnnn," she mused. "You
know, after Becky ran after you the other day..." There was a long pause and another
thoughtful look. Poseidon was trying to back away and escape Linda's imprisoning
hands but she hung on tight. "No, it's just not possible," she finally said. "Is it?" She
was carelessly holding the big dog's muzzle close to her naked breast, and not being
able to reach her pussy, Poseidon settled for the next best thing. His long thick tongue
shot out to lick hotly over the nearest ruby-tipped mound.
"Aaaaaaahhhhh," Linda gasped involuntarily as that thick wetness sent little shivers
running over her sun-sensitized flesh, making both nipples rise into hard little buds of
desire. "Hey, how about a warning," she said breathlessly, automatically pushing the big
handsome head away. But Poseidon was no longer to be put off. He danced nearer and
seemingly unable to control himself licked out again, laving his warm wet tongue over
the same breast and then turned his attention to the other one. When Linda crossed her
arms over her breasts in a defensive manner, he kept shoving with his nose, finally
sliding it down in a hot snuffling trail over Linda's smooth tan belly.
"Oh, for Christ's sake, it is true, it is true!" Linda exclaimed and then began to laugh.
"So it wasn't big bad Pete Hansen after all that messed up little Becky's head. It was
you, wasn't it, handsome?" she said to the uncomprehending dog.
"What'd you do, lick her tits?" Confused by Linda's laughter, Poseidon backed away a
couple of steps. This wasn't the way the other human female had reacted at all. Seeing
the disturbed look on the animal's face. Linda reached out a reassuring hand.
"That's okay, I'm not making fun of you," she said, knowing that dogs were very
sensitive to that. Then a little spark of lust began to gleam in her eyes. Maybe today was
going to be a lot wilder than she had expected. "Tell you what," she said, a slight catch
in her voice, "Let's see what you can do," and half closing her eyes, the sensuous young
surfer lay nakedly back on the beach towel, putting her arms by her sides and then
pressing in so that her sleek breasts were squeezed together like miniature pink-capped
mountains.
"Okay, big boy," she crooned up to the dog, "lick 'em." She didn't have to say it again.
Poseidon moved forward eagerly, dipping his head to let his cold nose thrust
inquisitively into the deep cleft between the taut white mounds, and then once again his
massive tongue shot out, licking wetly over the soft resilient flesh below.
"Oooooohhhhhh," Linda breathed out blissfully. "What a tongue... what a wonderful
tongue." She arched her back a little, pressing her throbbing breasts upward, moving
them in little circles, trying to help Poseidon's big tongue as it trailed hotly over her
palpitating flesh. "Oh, lover, lick, lick hard, make my tits hurt." Her legs slowly
writhing, her heels digging into the sand, Linda moaned ecstatically as the dog licked
on. She closed her eyes and let her head roll aimlessly as an army of sexual fantasies
trooped through her mind, images of hordes of men crowding around, each one
straining forward to slaver his mouth over her shivering nipples. But why did she need
fantasy, she suddenly thought, while she had this wonderful dog actually licking her
breasts as they had never been licked before?
Reaching up, Linda gently took Poseidon's head in her hands and began to guide his
muzzle over her nakedly quivering flesh, first one nipple, then the other, then
underneath to stroke up and over onto the tiny pebble-hardness of each sensitive tip.
With each hot burning swipe of that pleasure-giving animal tongue, Linda could feel an
answering spasm deep down between her legs as wildly erotic sensations radiated
outward from her tortured breasts to pluck maddeningly at her hungry loins. She could
feel the hot juices building up inside her pulsing vaginal slit, beginning to soak her
thickly curled pubic hair.
These heated secretions bubbling deep inside the dark-haired girl's loins were becoming
apparent to Poseidon too. A heavy, rich, musky smell began to permeate his sensitive
nostrils, further exciting the eagerly licking animal. For a moment he was unable to tear
his attention away from the softly quivering breasts beneath his lashing tongue as Linda
held his head tight against their trembling curves. The eighteen-year-old brunette was
half-mad with passion by now, writhing and moaning on the sun-warmed beach towel
beneath the eagerly licking dog, choked gasps escaping through her clenched teeth. Oh,
Christ, she was on fire, she thought. Her pussy felt as if it were full of molten lava and
would boil over at any moment. It needed relief, something to soothe away its hot need.
"Wait a minute," she said to the slavering German shepherd, pulling his head forcibly
away from her passion-swollen breasts. "Got something for you to do," she gasped out,
holding off the exasperated animal. Shakily she got to her feet and peered over the
rocks to make sure no one had approached while she had been busy with the big
animal. There wasn't a soul in sight. Linda stood looking down at the inquisitive dog,
her taut, full, saliva-wet breasts rising and falling from her rapid breathing, the thick
dark hair falling around her sensuously aroused face making a perfect frame for her
smoky eyes, but Poseidon had eyes for only one thing – the perfect triangle of dark
silky hair that nestled invitingly up between her thighs, the place from which those
tantalizing odors were coming.
"You want it, don't you boy," she breathed excitedly at the eager animal, and sank
slowly back down onto the beach towel, lying flat, but this time drawing up her legs so
that her knees were slightly bent, her thighs falling wantonly open baring the passion
drenched slit the dog had been hungering for. Reaching down, the excited girl slowly
pulled apart her pussy lips with her fingers, exposing the glistening pink flesh within.
"Oh, lick it please," she begged. "Lick my pussy like you licked my tits."
Would he do it? she wondered. Would he thrust his powerful tongue up into her
needful cunt the way he had let it lash over her naked breasts? Hardly daring to
breathe, the panting surfer watched that big head move closer to her defenselessly
naked pussy, then his nose thrust forward, sliding up the tender flesh of Linda's inner
thigh.
"Oh!" she gasped out from the sudden shock, then gritted her teeth to keep from crying
out again at the torturing frustration of having that cold nose sweeping lightly over her
lust-heated pussy hair, barely touching the needing cunt lips below. Oh God, she
thought, she needed more, much more or she would go out of her mind, but just then
Poseidon's tongue shot out over her waiting pussy-flesh, splaying wetly over her soft
pubic mound, digging insistently between the desire-swollen outer lips to trail a fiery
line of bliss into the moist inner pinkness.
"Aaaaahhhhhhhh," Linda half sobbed, her feverish body spasming upward in an arch as
the first wild shock of that invading dog-tongue rocketed through her waiting body.
"Aaaaaaahhhhhh... aaaaahhhhh," she moaned again and again as that mighty tongue
licked out repeatedly over her glistening wet nakedness, driving the sex-maddened girl
to greater heights of passion than she could ever remember.
"Ooooohhhhh, God... what have I been missing," she moaned. "If only I'd known..."
Her softly flexing thighs spread mindlessly apart to open her hungry cunt wider to the
slavering animal, but that was not enough. Needing more of that burning tongue, Linda
drew up her knees so that they pressed tightly against her breasts, rolling herself into a
quivering ball of primordial lust. Then she reached desperately down and taking
Poseidon's head, pulled it hard against her screaming loins, wanting his tongue to
plunge deep, deep up inside her hotly shuddering cunt.
But her new position had also spread wide her ass-cheeks, and the fascinated dog was
presented with a new target: Linda's tightly pursed little anus. Licking lower, the big
animal began to torture the rubbery opening, even managing once to dig his tongue
slightly inside. His helpless victim went nearly insane from this obscene new assault,
her whole body jerking and quivering on the towel while choking gasps of sexual greed
bubbled up from deep in her chest. Bit by bit her delirious ravings formed into a
rhythmic chant, keeping time with the dog's depraved lickings up between her widesplit anal crack.
Wanting to get back to the source of Linda's copiously flowing secretions, he turned his
attentions once again to her waiting vagina, each shattering swipe of his expert tongue
opening up the muscular tunnel more and more until he was able to thrust far up
inside the hot wet passage. This change of attack made Linda's legs shoot out straight
and quiver spasmodically as she felt the dog burrow into her sensitive inner flesh.
Moaning incoherently, the agonized brunette propped herself up on her elbows,
wanting to actually be able to see that living pink tongue as it slithered on, but she saw
something else as well. Poseidon's irrepressible penis was slowly emerging from his
loins, swelling bit by bit into an ever-growing scarlet hardness, stimulated into life by
the nearness of this naked, passionately aroused young woman.
Linda's eyes grew bigger and bigger as she stared at the huge scarlet spear of dog-flesh.
Her body still shook with lust but all her attention was focused on that huge fleshy
challenge. This darling dog! she thought in a characteristic burst of warm tenderness.
He'd licked her into a state of near insanity and now he was aroused too! Suddenly she
wanted to do something about the animal's obvious physical need, as long as she didn't
have to give up this marvelous licking of her loins.
Never taking her eyes from that glistening penis beneath the furry dog-belly, Linda
pushed the surprised Poseidon's big head away from her warmly seeping loins and
scrambled to her knees. The dog whined unhappily, not wanting to be deprived of the
exotic tastes pouring in such intoxicating quantities from the tender warm slit up
between those human thighs, but Linda spoke softly: "Take it easy, big boy. I think
you're gonna like the next part, but first you've got to lie down. Come on, boy, lie
down." But Poseidon thought he was being reprimanded as he heard the familiar
command. Whimpering unhappily he dropped his head sadly and his penis retracted up
into his belly, apparently wilted by this new development. Linda recognized what was
happening and spoke soothingly again: "That's okay, you've been a good dog, now lie
down and I'll see you never forget this day, and she gently pushed him down. When he
was finally lying full length on the beach towel, Linda moved lithely over to lie next to
his huge body, her gleaming skin contrasting lewdly with the animal's thick black coat.
Then she squirmed around until her hips and loins were right next to the dog's head,
her own face down by his hindquarters. The next part would be harder, she thought
and wondered if the obviously confused animal would cooperate.
"Okay, now roll over," the naked beauty commanded, at the same time helping with
her hands, and sure enough, the dog rolled over on his back, his hairy penile sheath
prominently displayed. Drawing one leg up, bent at the knee, so that her thighs were
once again opened to bare her still throbbing pussy between, the adventurous young
brunette wriggled her lush hips in close to Poseidon's muzzle as he lay facing her,
almost pressing her cunt into the dog's questioning face.
"Okay, buddy," Linda commanded in a voice choked with lustful anticipation, "Lick it
again... lick my cunt." That was all the encouragement Poseidon needed. Once again
that massive head buried itself in between the girl's lewdly parted legs so that he could
lap at the warm aromatic secretions flowing so freely from her pouting cunt. As the first
lick seared through her naked loins, Linda was temporarily paralyzed with sheer
ecstasy, but then remembered what she wanted to do and looked down hungrily at the
shrunken sheath that hid the dog's penis. Yes, the excited girl thought as her hips
jerked uncontrollably under the dog's eager lingual caresses, she wanted to bring that
giant scarlet shaft out of hiding in all its obscene animal hardness. She wanted to make
the animal cum with her own hands, to draw the hot sperm up from those hairy balls
until it jetted lewdly out the pointed tip.
The depraved nature of the dark-haired teenager's desires only added another perverse
thrill to those already racing through her shamelessly positioned body. Gasping, she slid
one of her hands over Poseidon's hairy belly, gliding it sensuously towards the softness
of his loins, letting it wander over the thin velvety skin until finally her questing fingers
moved to the lewd bulge of the animal's furry cock-sheath, squeezing firmly at the
potential hardness inside.
Poseidon whined loudly at Linda's stimulating touch, his penis jerking uncontrollably.
Sensing the dog's reaction, the increasingly excited Linda lay on her side so that both
arms were free of her weight, and moved a second hand up to join the first, using them
both to press and knead at the hairy protuberance. With a feeling of lust-filled triumph,
the shameless girl could sense the hidden shaft inside begin to stir and grow, and she
waited breathlessly for the appearance of that excitingly pointed tip. Impatient, she
reached back with one hand toward her canine lover's flaccid testicles and began to
graze her fingertips over the sensitive surface, bringing another sharp yip from the
surprised and pleased Poseidon. This was a totally new and unexpected turn of events
for the big animal. So far all he had ever done with human females was lick them or
ram his aroused penis up into the tender little mating holes that nestled high up
between their lovely thighs. But he liked what this one was doing to him. He was able
to still savor the warm rich moisture gushing from her tender naked pinkness while at
the same time his cock throbbed with the pleasure of her touch. Eagerly the happy
animal continued to lick at the pungent pussy-flesh throbbing so hotly under his
lashing tongue, spurred on by the new stirring in his loins.
As her fingers continued their gentle caressing, Linda could feel a strong surging inside
the soft-furred covering and knew it would be only a few seconds before she saw the
first scarlet evidence of the animal's arousal... oh God, yes, here it came now! And the
dog-penis she had been so busily bringing to life shot out with a smooth wet rush,
glistening brightly in the sunlight. Despite all her experience, Linda couldn't help
staring in wide-eyed fascination as the throbbing organ grew and grew under her lewdly
massaging fingers until it had reached truly mammoth proportions. Moving her fingers
down from the hairy sheath, she placed them around the naked shaft itself, finding it
wet and slippery to the touch, the scarlet flesh lubricated with its own hot juices. With a
look of totally obscene fascination the raggedly breathing brunette seized the dog's
throbbing member directly and began sliding her hands slowly up and down its
burning length. Another sharp yelp broke from Poseidon's throat but the trembling
animal never once stopped licking at the ever-flowing opening before his snout. He had
the best of two worlds.
It was a special thing for Linda too. Many times before, the sexually precocious
teenager had engaged in what she considered the ultimate obscenities, but the very
depravity of what she was doing now – actively pumping a dog's cock while the animal
licked below into her cunt filled the panting girl with wicked feelings of sheer carnal
abandon. Her eyes were locked on the thick beveled shaft trapped so tightly between
her pumping fingers as she rhythmically pulled and jerked, sliding the moist scarlet
skin back and forth over the rigid core beneath, wanting to be able to see the hot
animal sperm gush forth.
What would it be like? she wondered. Would there be a lot of it? Oh Christ, and then
she would cum too... suddenly her head twisted around as she heard a wild cry from
behind her.
"Linda!" said an agonized voice, and Linda saw Becky Newton standing next to one of
the big rocks, her hand up to her mouth in shock.
"Oh, Christ," Linda muttered. It was a great effort for her to speak. She was panting
explosively, her beautiful face transformed from the passionate licking she was getting
from below, her large dark eyes shining like star-clusters.
"W-what are you doing?" Becky asked inanely.
"My yoga exercises," Linda managed to gasp back. "Now for God's sake..." She really
didn't want to talk anymore, just let the waves of passion the dog's tongue was working
into her welcoming pussy take over while her hands coaxed the hot semen up out of
her animal lover's furry balls, but she made one more effort to talk to Becky. "Either
split or help me cum," she moaned.
"Help you cum?" Becky answered in dumb shock, unable to take her eyes off the
obscenely writhing pair on the towel.
"Stick your finger in my asshole... uuunnnhhh," Linda moaned as the big dog dug his
eager tongue deeper into her screaming pussy. The hell with it, she thought. She knew
her orgasm wasn't far off and she didn't want to waste anymore time talking. Eagerly
she turned back to the dog, furiously pumping his rigid cock, making him whine and
whimper from the increased tempo. Poseidon wasn't paying any attention either. He
recognized Becky as a friend, so her presence didn't bother him, besides, he was far too
wrapped up in the undog-like bliss radiating through his hairy body that hardly
anything could have made him give up this lusty delight.
Becky was still standing there, her hand at her mouth, her thoughts slowly sorting out.
My God, was this how she had looked when Poseidon made love to her? she wondered,
horrified at the wild way Linda's body was responding to the animal's lapping tongue.
Her eyes kept straying to her older friend's fingers wrapped desperately around
Poseidon's obscenely swollen penis. How could Linda bear to touch that slippery red
thing? And then she remembered her own fingers guiding that same big cock into her
own hotly hungering vagina, and that memory brought others crowding back, the
ecstasy of being fucked, fucked for the first time.
"Oohhh," she gasped out, bending forward as a sharp painful cramp flared up in her
love-denied pussy. Automatically her hands went down to the troubled area, pressing
the thin material of her white bikini into the tender, hot-fleshed slit to ease the pain,
but that only brought forth a slow deep throbbing from farther up inside.
"Oh, please no, not again," Becky moaned out, recognizing the familiar feelings that
were beginning to steal over the passionate young body she had denied for a whole
week. Vainly she tried to gain control over her runaway emotions, but it hardly helped
that she was looking down at her naked girlfriend and a dog, rolling together in
obscene union on the sand, locked in a totally lewd and unnatural embrace.
Becky had seen naked girls before, but had never paid much attention, however this
time she found herself greedily taking in the naked allure of Linda's writhing body and
finding it oddly exciting. It seemed so different from other girl's bodies, maybe because
of the moaning, panting living reality of the other girl's sexual actions, a reality
accompanied by the heady smell of soft, inviting female flesh. Becky's eyes strayed,
settling on one of Linda's rounded breasts silhouetted against the darker background of
Poseidon's glossy coat, her nipples swollen and jutting out stiffly. The spellbound girl
let her gaze wander down Linda's long graceful back to where it flared out into full
voluptuous hips, feasted on the rounded half-moon buttocks slightly pulled apart by the
way the other girl's thighs had opened so the dog's tongue could find easy access to her
quivering pussy flesh. Becky could clearly see the animal's long pink tongue splay out
between Linda's milk-white thighs, making the older girl's softly rounded buttocks jerk
and shudder in ecstasy.
It suddenly seemed wrong to Becky to be wearing her bathing suit, and with trembling
fingers she quickly tore it from her body. Not really willing it, but seeming to be
propelled forward by some mysterious inner force, the unconsciously aroused blonde
moved closer and dropped to her knees right behind Linda's moaning form.
The first time the older girl knew of Becky's change of mind was when she felt gentle
fingers trailing over her back, sliding down towards her throbbing buttocks. My God,
she thought, maybe Becky had taken her seriously! She held her breath, not wanting to
say or do anything that might frighten the other girl away. Then to her delight she felt
a light experimental probing at her rectum, teasing around the rubbery little opening, as
if Becky were trying to decide what to do.
"Aaaahhh," the eagerly writhing brunette gasped out as she felt a sudden hard pressure
against her tingling anus and her loins bucked reflexively away, but the finger came
back, this time pushing right up inside her hot rectal depths, only a little way at first as
her sphincter muscles instinctively fought the unnatural penetration.
"Ahhh, God," Linda moaned as her whole body was bathed in hot all-enveloping
sensation. Coupled with the dog's wild lickings of her quaking cunt, the finger now
worming relentlessly into her sensitive anus drove her right to the brink of a violent
orgasm. The amazed Linda felt an obviously naked Becky snuggle right up against her
back, two full-rounded breasts dragging stiffened nipples over her super-sensitized flesh.
The finger plunged deeper, and Linda knew it would only be a matter of seconds before
she came. Desperately she remembered what it was she had set out to do with the dog
– she mustn't forget the dog.
Summoning up the last of her strength, Linda began pummeling Poseidon's huge
throbbing shaft in earnest, writhing with delight as the new stimulation made the dog
dig his tongue ever deeper into her wildly quaking cunt. Coupled with the stiffened
finger groping obscenely in her rectum, that mad licking of her pussy made Linda feel
that the whole lower part of her body was seized by the jaws of joy itself.
One, two, three more powerful tugs at the dog's blood-swollen cock and that was it!
Suddenly the huge penis began to vibrate and Linda could actually feel the hot semen
rushing madly up the length of the pulsating member as it sought release. At the same
time, the dog's last spasmodic tongue-thrusts into her own lust-heated cuntal depths
touched off a miniature sunburst far up inside the eighteen-year-old's spasming belly,
intensified as Becky behind thrust a second punishing finger far up into her crazily
tingling rectum. Just as the moaning brunette's orgasm snatched her away, she was at
last able to see the thick white semen jet out in a long hot gush from her dog-lover's
grotesquely bloated cock and arc up into the air to spray back down over her naked
body, covering her belly and loins with obscene sticky flecks of animal cum. Then she
was gone.
Becky stared in amazement as she felt the voluptuous nakedly body in front of her
suddenly go rigid and then began to buck and twist in a series of powerful contractions.
Hot slippery secretions gushed back over her hand as Linda's cunt began to contract,
and the young blonde could actually feel her writhing friend's internal muscles working
against the fingers that were still sunk obscenely up into her clenching rectum.
"C-C-CUUMMMIIINNNGGG," Linda gurgled out once as her stomach muscles
sucked sharply in, her buttocks clenching in a powerful series of shuddering jerks. For a
second Becky was jealous, wishing it were she who was enjoying this mammoth sexual
upheaval, but she drove the thought from her mind and pushed her fingers as far up
inside Linda's soft rubbery rectal depths as she could, the knowledge that she was
adding to the other girl's pleasure making her own pussy tingle with desire.
Finally Linda's body gave one last shudder just as Poseidon's twitching cock stopped its
obscene spurting, and it was all over.
Linda collapsed with a sigh and lay still, which made Becky very aware of her own
fingers still lewdly protruding from the other girl's anus. Self-consciously she pulled
them out, fascinated by the way the tender inner flesh clung to her withdrawing fingers.
She remained lying behind the still raggedly breathing Linda, watching Poseidon roll
back up onto his feet, his cock shrinking back up into his satiated belly. The big dog
stretched, yawned, and then went over to lie down contentedly in the shade of a rock.
Finally Linda rolled over to face her young friend.
"Thanks," she said with a warm contented smile, and the other girl blushed in
confusion.
"I-I don't know what made me do it," she started to stammer. "I-I don't know what's
come over me lately." She bit her lips, finding it hard to meet the other girl's eyes..
Why not tell it all? she thought. "These terrible urges," she blurted out, "they just
happen, and I don't seem to be able to stop myself... I-I'm afraid there must be
something wrong with me." To her surprise Linda laughed heartily.
"Don't let anybody hand you a line of shit like that. Maybe something's starting to get
right with you. Hell, you're a healthy girl with maybe a little more than the normal
sexual drive and now it's coming out. Don't sweat it, just let it happen. I went through
the same thing myself a couple of years ago but finally decided I wasn't going to deny
myself like some of the dried up old women I've seen."
"Y-You think it's all right then?" Becky asked hopefully, reassured by the older girl's
confident manner. "But I keep getting in such bad situations."
"You mean boys go after you, like Pete did. Well, why shouldn't they. You're really a
beautiful girl." Linda's eyes were sweeping appreciatively up and down her blonde
companion's delightfully nude body, thinking she was even lovelier than she'd expected.
Boldly she reached out one hand and let it stroke gently over Becky's breasts, feeling
the virginal little nipples spring to life against her palms. Becky shivered under the
other girl's touch. For a moment she thought of rolling away out of reach, but Linda's
movements seemed so natural, so friendly that she couldn't bring herself to do it. She
spoke quickly, not wanting to have too much time to think about it.
"N-No, it's not Pete. I can understand why that happened. But an older man named
Luke, the dog's owner... I... I let him put his penis in my mouth." Oh God, she
thought, her head spinning a little, Linda's hand felt so good on her breasts.
"You sucked a man's cock!" Linda laughed. "Well, you're progressing fast. It took me
almost a year before I'd worked up enough nerve to do that. Congratulations." Linda
was surprised that her voice was getting a little shaky as she continued to gaze lustfully
over at the younger girl's lovely nudity. Wow, she thought, a girl like this was enough
to put her off men! "How did he talk you into it?" she asked huskily, not really caring
to know, but wanting to keep the younger girl talking. "I mean, how did he get you to
suck his cock?"
"Oh, I never would have let it happen," Becky rattled on, becoming more and more
excited under Linda's expert touch. Already she was beginning to feel that
overpowering lust stealing into every part of her body. "It's just that sometimes I can't
help myself. H-He came along when Poseidon – that's the dog's name – he came along
while Poseidon was fucking me and..."
"What?" Linda almost shrieked. "You mean he does that too?" Her hand stopped
moving and she stared at Becky, her dark eyes wide and unbelieving.
"Well, sure... didn't you know?" Becky was suddenly afraid she had said too much and
given away her awful secret to the wrong person.
"Oh my God almighty," Linda said, licking her lips nervously and glancing in awe over
at the apparently sleeping dog. Wow, this was a whole new field that needed exploring.
After feeling that huge red dog-shaft throbbing in her hand, she could imagine how it
might feel rummaging around in her hungry little pussy, and what better time and
place than right here, right now? Then she glanced back at the apprehensive Becky. She
didn't want to give up the delights of her little friend's body either; she'd waited too
long for this. Maybe she could have her cake and eat it too.
"You're pretty hot, aren't you, worked up, I mean?" she impulsively asked Becky.
"I... yes," Becky confessed miserably, ashamed the other girl could have sensed so easily
that her shameless body was once again crying out in need. Oh, if only she were
stronger!
"Well, I'll tell you what," Linda said talking rapidly. "Ml lick your pussy, and then you
get the dog to fuck me..."
"L-Lick my pussy?" Becky said incredulously, not believing she had heard right. "But
isn't that being lesbian?"
"Oh, for Christ's sake," Linda said, rolling her eyes hopelessly up at the sky. "Don't act
like a kid." This was just the right thing to say, because Becky did have a fear of
appearing childish in the eyes of the older girl whom she now genuinely admired.
Before the young blonde teenager could say anything else, Linda firmly rolled her over
onto her back and then knelt with each of her knees on either side of the younger girl's
head, facing down toward her feet, the familiar "sixty-nine" posture, with Linda's pussy
poised directly over Becky's startled face. The young blonde's blue eyes opened wide,
staring up in awe. Linda's thighs were pulled slightly apart, opening her swollen cunt
lips just enough so that Becky could clearly make out the thin pink ribbons of the inner
lips and the tiny button of Linda's nakedly bared clitoris. Her friend's curly brown
pussy hair was still soaked through from Poseidon's saliva and Linda's own copious
orgasmic fluids. It all looked so... so sexy, Becky thought, looking up the wetly
glistening cuntal flesh exposed so nakedly only inches away from her lips, and for an
instant she had the desire to reach up and kiss...
"No, no," she suddenly cried. "This is wrong, let me up!" But the older, bigger girl
easily held her pinned down.
"Shhhhh," she cooed. Becky had her legs clamped tightly together but Linda thought
she knew a way to do something about that. Reaching forward with both hands, she
slid them slowly down the other girl's body, sensing Becky's stomach muscles trembling
with fright, then placed her thumbs on Becky's blonde-fringed cunt lips and slowly,
gently, pried them apart, exposing the moist tender flesh within to her lusting gaze. Oh,
what a jewel of a pussy, Linda thought in delight. Leaning forward she brought her
mouth close and then breathed, a stream of warm air right into the sensitively quivering
inner slit.
"Aaaahhhh," Becky moaned, all the fight driven out of her body and replaced with
delight. My God, if Linda's breath felt this good, how would it be when she actually
licked her cunt? That did it! The younger girl's thighs fell defenselessly open, her
voracious body once again taking control, driving all thoughts of right and wrong from
her mind. Linda didn't waste a second. She buried her face between the sixteen-year-old
Becky's golden thighs, jabbing her tongue as far as she could into the sexually quivering
depths.
"Oh God," Becky moaned, her body arching spasmodically, amazed at how different
Linda's tongue felt from Poseidon's. For one thing, it was small and pointed and darted
straight in rather than lapping broadly across the whole surface, and Linda, being a girl
and having a pussy of her own, knew just what to do. Writhing in delight, Becky's
hands clutched for support at Linda's thighs on either side of her thrashing head.
"Oh, Linda, it's so good," she babbled ecstatically, those familiar feelings of burgeoning
passion springing into full life once again in her twitching belly. Oh, how had she gone
a whole week without cumming, now that she knew how? But all at once Linda's
smothering mouth was ripped away from her vagina.
"Okay, time for the next part," Linda said. "Can you get Poseidon to fuck me?" For a
minute Becky was so disappointed by the lack of her friend's expertly knowing tongue
down between her legs that she couldn't answer. Then she obediently craned her neck
to look around for the dog, rightly suspecting that she wasn't going to get anymore
from Linda until Linda got what she wanted.
Poseidon was already on his feet. For awhile the big dog had been content to lie happily
on the warm sand, but then he became aware of frantic movements from the two girls,
and once again there was that cock-stirring aroma of aroused human female. He got up
to move nearer, really becoming excited when he saw Linda's moon-shaped buttocks
thrust up in the air over Becky's face, presented back to him in a manner that meant
only one thing to the lascivious German shepherd. Sex! His loins throbbing, the dog
felt his penis spring to life and begin its trip outwards to daylight, so when Becky
looked back, Poseidon was already only a couple of feet away, his huge red cock
growing every second.
"H-Here, Poseidon," she said shakily, at the same time patting Linda's ass-cheeks in
obscene invitation to the animal. Without waiting a second longer, the big German
shepherd loped forward and mounted Linda's back without even a preliminary lick at
her lewdly exposed pussy.
"Oh, wow," Linda said in delight as she felt the dog's forelegs settle securely around her
waist. "Is he really going to do it?"
"I-I think so," Becky answered, "but I'll have to help a little." The young blonde drew in
her breath as she realized what an obscene view she was going to have as Poseidon
fucked into Linda's ready pussy right over her own face. Already she could see the
needle-shaped dog-penis slipping and dancing in the cleft between the older girl's wide
stretched ass-cheeks. Becky boldly reached up and took that hot, moist, vibrant
pleasure-tool in her fingers and guided it unerringly toward the pink-petaled opening of
her friend's vagina. She held it there for a second, seeing how the deep scarlet shaft of
the dog's penis contrasted with the light fever-flushed pinkness of Linda's passion-wet
pussy, then it was gone, whisked out of her fingers to disappear up into her crouching
friend's inner cuntal depths as Poseidon drove his powerful haunches forward, impaling
the girl on his rigid spear.
"Uuuuuunnnhhhh," Linda moaned in shock as she felt that huge member thunder into
her like a speeding freight-train. Her eyes opened wide for a second and then glazed
over in unbelieving ecstasy as Poseidon began his rapid-fire dog-fucking into her aching
hot belly and her pussy quickly flowered open in happy greeting. Never in her life had
she been so filled. Then she became aware of Becky's voice.
"Please," the younger girl was begging, "won't you lick me again?" Realizing her debt to
her little friend, Linda fell forward, hammered by the German shepherd's powerful
thrusts into her quivering cunt, and buried her face once again in Becky's lust-dripping
pussy, this time sucking rather than licking, circling her lips around the other girl's
passionately rigid clitoris and nipping at it with her teeth. Becky went wild underneath
her, bucking her loins up so hard that Linda was afraid her neck would break. Despite
the overpowering delight in her well-sucked cunt, Becky kept her eyes wide open,
staring up in depraved delight at the huge red rod of dog-flesh sawing in and out of her
friend's wide-open cunt. Stretching her neck upward, she tried to lick at the warm
viscous wetness flowing there, but it was too far away, so she had to content herself
with cradling the dog's hairy balls in her hands, squeezing them and trying to draw
them down toward her mouth.
All three of the unnaturally coupled trio would have quickly come to climax, but
suddenly a loud roar thundered out in the rocky little grotto: "POSEIDON, YOU
SNEAKY SON OF A BITCH!"
Three heads swiveled to search out the source of disturbance and saw a tall, sun
bronzed man with a moustache standing a few yards away, a black frown on his face.
"Oh my God," Becky cried out, "It's Luke Adams!"


Chapter 6

It had been another glum day for Luke. He was still upset by his failure with Becky
Newton a week ago and was actually thinking of selling his beach house and traveling
again. Getting tired of sitting inside looking out at the sand and waves, he rode the
tram up to the top of the cliff and wandered south a little way. He had his binoculars
with him and was idly studying the beach below, when he happened to spot Linda just
as she discovered her little rocky cove. She was out of his sight when she went back up
into the rocks, cut off by the overhang of the cliffs, but then he saw her coming down
toward the water again, and his breath sucked in. Damn, she was naked!
Avidly, he watched the girl splashing in the surf, hungering as he stared at her naked
perfection. Wow, this one was really something, he muttered to himself, and then
groaned aloud when she left the water and walked back out of sight into the rocks.
Luke hesitated a moment, and then headed resolutely back toward the tram. He'd try
one more time, he vowed to himself, and even if it didn't work out, maybe he'd have
the pleasure of looking at that lust-inciting body close up.
When he got back to the house, he saw to his irritation that he'd left the door open and
Poseidon had got out. He didn't want the big dog running around loose right now, he
wanted this one to be his. Luke started walking rapidly down the beach in the direction
of the cove, noticing that Poseidon's tracks were heading in the same direction. Finally
he saw them swerve up into the jumble of black rocks and swore under his breath. But
Luke was completely unprepared for the scene that opened up before his eyes as he
worked his way around the rocks.
Goddamn! This time that incredible mutt of his had not one but two young chicks
writhing naked under his humping furry body, his cock sunk up to the hilt in one and
the other obviously trying to suck his balls. Luke couldn't keep from roaring out in
exasperation, wondering what his dog was doing right that he wasn't.
Poseidon instantly detected the note of rage in his master's voice and backed hastily
away from Linda's upthrust buttocks, his penis reluctantly slithering from her tightclasping vagina.
"Hey, who took that wonderful cock away?"
Linda called out and then saw the big animal slinking off behind the rocks. Luke
expected the two naked girls to do the normal thing, to shriek in terror at his presence
and scramble for their bikinis, so he was hardly prepared when Linda got angrily to her
feet and marched right up to him naked.
"Do you know what you did, mister? Do you know?" she said belligerently, hands on
hips. Luke found himself swallowing nervously, his anger all dissipated as he looked
down at this lovely naked young surfer, standing unselfconsciously so close that he
could easily reach out and touch either one of those luscious big breasts that were rising
and falling tantalizingly with the girl's angry breathing.
"Why, uh, no," he found himself answering, at the same time trying to look down at
the pussy that had so recently housed his dog's swollen cock.
"Well, you just ruined a hell of a good thing for the three of us. Now, why don't you
go..." Linda stopped talking as she heard an agonized moan behind her and turned to
see Becky still writhing on the beach towel, her hands pressed convulsively in between
her jackknifed legs.
"Oh, please," the hopelessly aroused blonde was begging, her blue eyes staring
unseeingly up at the sky. "Please, won't somebody help me cum?" Wow, Linda thought,
maybe this girl does have a problem. Never before in her young life had she seen
anyone so helplessly aroused. She turned back to Luke to tell him to get the hell out of
here but saw that he too was staring at the lewdly pleading Becky, an ominous bulge
growing in the front of his swimming trunks. Linda thought a moment. Hmmm,
sometimes watching was as fun as doing.
"Okay, mister," she said to Luke, "you caused this; now it's up to you to do something
about it."
"Huh, whattaya mean?" Luke demanded, ripping his gaze away from Becky.
"Well, fuck her, you klutz!" And Linda almost laughed out loud at the stunned look on
Luke's face.
"Oh, yes, please, Luke, fuck me... make me cum," Becky begged, holding up her arms
pleadingly. That did it. In less than five seconds, Luke was naked, his trunks flying one
way and his shirt another. He moved closer to Becky's writhing prostrate form, his
huge cock jerking higher with each pounding heartbeat; then he fell on his knees
between the young blonde's obscenely parted legs, staring down in hungry desire at her
gleaming wet cunt. Guiding his throbbing hardness in the fingers of one hand, he
inserted it right into Becky's overready cuntal slit, sliding it up and down, wanting to
get the bulbous blue-veined head as slippery with the girl's secretions as possible. He
leered down at the way the wet golden tendrils of her pussy hair clung to his swollen
penile flesh, poising right at the opening of her tender vagina, telling himself he should
be gentle with this inexperienced young girl.
"Ah, hell," he moaned, and unable to hold back an instant longer, rammed his massive
cock in as far as it would go, feeling himself strike bottom against Becky's cushiony
little cervix.
"Oh, Luke," Becky shrieked out, and for a moment, he was sure he had hurt her, but
the moaning young teenager's arms and legs snaked up around his body in greedy
welcome, and she began rocking her hips eagerly up against his. "Oh God! It feels so
good. Put it in deep," Becky shamelessly crooned as she made love to her very first
man. How different it was to feel his strong human body clasped tightly to hers as he
rammed his massive instrument into her joy-drenched belly.
Linda did a happy dance around the madly fucking couple, bending low to watch
Luke's heavy lust-inflated cock slither in and out of her younger friend's wide-stretched
pussy. She watched the big man's balls slap rhythmically against Becky's tightly
clenched ass-cheeks, temporarily blotting out the sight of her passion-swollen pussy,
while Linda's extended middle finger slid up into her own vagina so that she could
share in their pleasure. Wow! This old guy could really fuck!
Suddenly Linda saw Poseidon slinking back into the sandy clearing, checking to see if
his master was still angry, and she saw that the dog's big red penis was still half
exposed beneath his belly. He was still turned on! For a moment, Linda thought of
having the German shepherd mount her to finish the job they had both started a few
minutes ago, but then she realized she wouldn't be able to watch the exciting way Luke
was fucking Becky. Her brow furrowed in concentration a moment, trying to find – as
usual – a way to have her cake and eat it when her whole face lit up in ecstatic glee. Of
course! she thought, and then her whole body shook with delight at the thought of the
totally obscene thing she was going to try to get Luke to do.
Going over to the madly fucking couple, Linda tapped Luke on the shoulder.
"Huh?" he said dazedly, looking up. Linda leaned down and whispered something in
his ear, unnoticed by Becky who was moaning in delight below the older man's
considerable bulk. "Huh?" he said again, his face puzzled, then a look of the most
incredible depravity came over his rugged features as he finally understood what this
crazy young surfer-girl was proposing.
Without another word, he rolled over on his back, taking Becky with him so that she
was now sitting on top, straddling his powerful body, his massive cock impaling her
from below.
"W-What?" the surprised girl blurted out, but just then Luke thrust up into her, and a
look of even greater ecstasy came over her lust-filled face. In a moment she was sliding
madly up and down that slippery shaft of male flesh as if she had been fucking this way
for years. Seeing that Becky was well-occupied, Luke motioned for Linda to bring the
dog over, at the same time pulling Becky's breasts tightly against his chest with his
strong arms and thrusting her buttocks high in the air with his pelvis. Linda had to
drag Poseidon over by his collar because he was still frightened of Luke, but when he
saw his master himself beckon and indicate Becky's obscenely displayed buttocks, the
dog's whole manner changed. Once again he was the rutting male and heaved up onto
Becky's sinuously working back.
"What's that?" the sixteen-year-old blonde said in surprise as soon as she felt those
familiar hairy legs settle around her tiny waist.
"It's Poseidon," Luke said. "He's going to fuck you, too."
"Oh, that's nice," Becky said dreamily, but then her eyes flew open in shock. "Fuck me,
too! What do you mean, too? Why, there's no room back there except..." A look of
horror came over her face. "Oh, no!" she cried. You're not going to let him fuck me in
the asshole! He's too big; he'd tear me in two!"
"Too late, baby; I'd hate to be the one to try and stop him now," Luke smiled up at the
cringing girl. Already the dog's sharp pointed weapon was working its way down
between Becky's fear-tensed ass-cheeks, searching out an entrance, any entrance.
"OH NO, Luke, Linda, don't let him do this to me..." But just then the needle-sharp tip
of the dog's penis caught at the frightened girl's terror-tightened little anus and wormed
slightly up inside. Immediately the big dog started pounding hard, shoving his
impossibly huge penis inward inch by torturous inch.
"Aaaaggghhh," Becky shrieked in agony as that huge prod penetrated relentlessly into
her cringing anal depths. Her whole body was flooded with the worst agony she had
ever known, and she struggled desperately to throw off that agonizing impalement. But
it was no use. Luke's arms were too strong and Poseidon would never let go.
"Oh God! He's killing me!" she gurgled out. "Help me; get him out of me!"
Staring in awe at her little blonde friend's double impalement, Linda began to get
worried herself. "Try and relax," she called out to the shuddering, pain-wracked Becky.
"Believe me, it can really feel good if you'd just let it." Becky was ready to try anything
that would ease this terrible agony. Gritting her teeth, she forced her pelvis to go limp
and was instantly rewarded with a lessening of the pain. By now, her rectum had
started to stretch a little anyhow, and the relieved girl lay still for a moment, just happy
not to be hurting as much. Then bit by bit she became aware that the German
shepherd's massive cock shoved so unnaturally up her virginal rectum – even had a
strange sexy feeling of pleasure about it. Gently, experimentally, she moved her
buttocks back against the obscene hot probe and was rewarded by a deep tremor of
pleasure as at the same time, Luke's still-rampaging penis was forced farther up into her
momentarily forgotten pussy.
"Ooooohhh," she moaned ecstatically as she continued to experiment, trying to get
both huge cocks moving into her at the same time, and in a few more seconds she had
it down pat. "Oh, lovers," she moaned. "Your cocks feel sssooooo gooooddd. Keep
ramming them into me." And she began to chum her hips madly back and forth,
lunging in eager acceptance against the two rigid male organs that had her trapped
helplessly between them, reveling in the utter humiliation of being buffeted back and
forth by a man old enough to be her father and by a lewdly rutting animal. By now
Linda was the only one left in the little rocky grotto who wasn't actually engaged in this
incredibly obscene multiple sex act, but she vowed that the situation wasn't going to
last long. Moving carefully, the eager brunette stepped over Becky's laboring back so
that she was straddling both her and Luke and facing Poseidon, her gaping pussy with
its fringe of soft brown hair only inches from the animal's slavering muzzle.
"Okay, mister dog," Linda said gaily. "Let's see you lick that hot little pork pie until it
cums," and shoved her loins right into the animal's panting face, lewdly parting her
pussy lips with her own fingers to bare her seething inner flesh to the eager animal.
And Poseidon was eager. This was the best day in his life. He was fucking into the
tightest little hole he'd ever found, his beloved master wasn't mad at him any more, and
now the human female who had' shown him so much pleasure already today was
offering him more of her rich savor. Instantly, his tongue lapped out to slice through
Linda's liquid pussy-flesh like a knife through hot butter. Linda never made a sound,
but her whole back arched out in an agony of delight, her head thrown back so that the
cords of her neck stood out starkly, her thick brown hair whipping wildly about her
naked shoulders and her breasts dancing crazily.
It took only about thirty seconds for the already excited girl to cum, and then she stood
up on her tiptoes, her whole body shuddering violently, her hands desperately pulling
Poseidon's slavering mouth even tighter into her spasming cunt.
Below her, Becky was delightfully aware of her friend's long shapely legs placed on
either side of her skewered body and then felt Linda's steaming pussy-juices gushing
down on her naked back as the older girl came. Finally Linda's orgasm was over, and
she stepped away from the pyramid of living, lusting flesh of which she had briefly been
a part and collapsed gasping on the sand.
Luke watched her go, his breath wheezing in his throat from his mighty exertions. Oh,
Christ! This was fabulous, he gloated to himself. One hell of a payoff after weeks of
frustration, eclipsing even the weird scene with Becky and the dog last week. The long
drought was over. From the way both these girls were acting, there was no doubt in his
mind they would be back for more. Then he stopped thinking and just concentrated on
the wonderful feeling of double-fucking this lush young wildcat. His bursting penis and
Poseidon's were separated inside Becky's belly by only the thinnest of membranes, and
he could feel his pet's madly thrusting member growing and growing.
Obviously the big animal was about to cum, and each time his cock pressed against
Luke's, it brought his master all the closer to his own climax.
"Oh, Christ," Luke groaned. He could feel a strong vibration beginning in Poseidon's
cock just at the same moment his own balls started to explode. "God, I'm cumming!"
The pressures inside Becky's overstuffed passages made him buck and twist in sweet
agony as his hot sperm had to force itself out through his suddenly jerking organ, and
he thrust up into Becky's swallowing cunt for all he was worth, wanting to flood her
with his boiling cum, vaguely aware of Poseidon's sharp yips of sexual release in the
background.
This double orgasm into her well-filled depths was just too much for Becky. Her head
shot up, a vaguely frightened look on her smooth, sex-softened features as she felt the
first powerful onrush of her own answering orgasm.
"Ooooohhh... oooohhhh... I-I'm c-c-cuuummmmiiiinnngggg!" and the usually innocent
looking blonde teenager went completely out of her mind, thrusting violently back and
forth between the two wildly surging penises in her loins and feeling that all her 
insides were being melted in a rush of molten metal.
Getting unsteadily to her feet, Linda moved closer, watching the thick mingled cum of
the two humans and the dog gushing back out to flow in sticky trails down Becky's
clasping, quivering thighs, one powerful jet after another as the wildly climaxing
blonde's pelvic muscles contracted rhythmically, sucking the two males dry.
Finally Poseidon got down from his fleshy perch and wobbled away on unsteady legs.
Becky made a last couple of violent thrusts and then collapsed in an exhausted heap on
Luke's spent body, his softening cock still entrapped in her hungry insides. "Got to get
some air," he gasped and gently rolled the limp Becky from his sweaty body. She lay
still next to him, the slippery juices still dripping from her nether regions to seep slowly
into the sand.
When he had recovered his breath, Luke sat up and looked about him, first at the nude,
still trembling form of Becky next to him, then over at Linda, who was sitting up now,
smiling over at him.
"Pretty good for an old man," she said with an impish grin.
"Well, thanks," he answered, not knowing whether to be pleased or offended. "But I
guess I had a little help," and he glanced meaningfully over at Poseidon who was
happily licking his equipment clean. Linda chuckled, a sly look on her face.
"I think you're going to need all the help you can get," she said seductively. "My friend
and I like you. And your dog, too!"
Luke swallowed nervously, wondering if he would survive this day. "Ah... we like you,
too," he replied. "Just fine!"


THE END
