Christine opened her eyes, blinked for a moment, suddenly remembering where she was. She still wasn't used to being at her father's place. She slipped out of her bed.
She quickly took off the girlish pajamas her father had brought for her regular summer visit and dropped them on the floor. She felt like a baby in them and whished she could sleep in the raw like she did at home. Her mother didn't mind; she slept in the nude, too.
She glanced at her long naked body. Tall for her age, the hint of the woman in her showed itself in the newly flared curve of her hips, the shaping of her long limbs. Gawky poles had turned into curvaceous legs that most woman would have given their eyeteeth to have.
Her fingers combing through her mane of blonde hair, she stared, through innocent eyes, at her blossoming figure. Her hands slipped out of her hair; it was tousled and thick, resting on her smooth slender shoulders, framing her creamy angelic face.
"You should see me now, Kenny Wilson," Christine moaned, pouting, "Your ol' cock would be sticking out a mile." Her cheeks blushed red; the erotic image turned her insides to mush. "Oohhh, Goddamn."
She squeezed her soft budding tits together, creating an illusion of voluptuousness. She squeezed the pulpy tit meat and looked again. Her gaze flowed down her slender body to the golden patch of cunt hair between her legs. She was proud of her muff as she stroked her nimble fingers through it lightly.
It had taken her longer than the other girls to mature enough to have cunt hair, with both of her parents blonde and light-complected. She cherished every strand of golden hair and hoped to have a thick growth by the time summer was over.
A quick spinning pirouette brought her to the dresser, where last night she had carelessly tossed her jeans. After slipping on a pair of bikini panties, Christine pulled her tight-fitting faded jeans up her slender legs and snapped them at the hip. She pulled up the zipper, glancing in the mirror at her small tits, not yet covered. She jutted them out, noticing the swell of the sweet tender tit mounds and round maturing nipples. She shivered with passion. She found her sexual desires growing more each day.
She grabbed a plaid shirt and slipped it on, tucking it in her jeans. She went to the window and surveyed the backyard, fields, and woods. It was a lot different than New York City, where she lived with her mother.
She liked it in the country and wished her parents would make up and get back together again. Visiting her father in the country during holiday vacations from school wasn't enough. She wanted to live in the county all the time, be with her father and mother at the same time – not be thrown back and forth like a volleyball.
She purposely left the top three buttons of her shirt open in the hope that her father would notice that she was growing up. She pulled sneakers onto her feet and spun on her heel, hurrying downstairs to be with her father. Her small titties jiggled underneath the summer shirt.
"Daddy! Daddy!" she called, racing down the wooden steps. "I'm up!" She searched the rambling rustic house, shouting for her father. "Dad?" No response.
She spotted a note on the kitchen table – knotty pine polished to a high gloss that matched the decor of the rest of the rustically furnished house. Raw wood. Heavy furniture. Comfortable. Cozy.
Christine frowned. "Damn, I missed him," Her father had already left.
Disappointment clearly visible on her face, she picked up the note. He would be back around lunchtime. She stuffed the note into her back pocket, grabbed a shiny red apple out of the basket of fruit on the table. Her teeth crunched out a juicy bite, the teenager went to the back porch for some fresh air.
She took a deep breath of crisp clean air, her wide eyes absorbing the beauty that surrounded her father's place. Quiet. Woodsy.
Christine broke into a smile at the sight of the golden retriever bounding happily toward her from the direction of the stable. His thick hairy tail wagged, tongue handing out, dropping out the side.
"Laddie!" she squealed, slapping her thighs nd crouching. She dropped to her knees, hugging the lovable beast, roughing up his fluffy coat, wrapping her arms around his large frame. Her small sensitive tits were crushed against his big body. "God, if you were a boy, you'd be creaming. Huh, boy?" It felt exciting – his strong body against her. "Maybe, if you're good. I'll show my titties to you," she giggled naughtily. Laughing, she turned her head, the dog's wet slapping tongue licked enthusiastically up her neck, over her pretty face.
Like a pup, Laddie whimpered. His fluffy tail swished, his cold nose nuzzled. He licked her affectionately, his bluish-red tongue wetting her scrunched-up face.
"Oh, God, your a real licker, aren't you?" She giggled and stood up. She patted her tits like she saw her father do to his chest to get the dog to stand up on his hind legs. "C'mon, boy. C'mon." She made smacking sounds with her tongue on the roof of her mouth.
Leaping obediently. Laddie pressed his front paws on Christine's blossoming tits, his tongue busily swabbing her face, his tail swishing in the air.
"Mmmmmm," she cooed, liking the attention. She scratched him behind the ear. "I wish you were Kenny Wilson from school." Laddie's tongue glided over her mouth. "Ooooo, I wish he'd kiss me like that."
She pushed the dog down, ran off the porch in the direction of the woods and the stream that ran through her father's property.
Laddie romped with her, playful and happy to have some one around. His tail never stopped wagging. He scampered ahead of the teenager, pretending to be cashed into the denser woods. He waited for his new friend, barking his impatience. Christine lagged a few yards behind.
"I'm pooped, Laddie." She dropped to the ground, propping herself against a tree. "Whew, living in the city is so different. Not like these wood. I don't think you'd like it any."
Laddie stood his ground, waiting for her to follow, his soft brown eyes looking at her expectantly. When she didn't budge, he barked, startling her.
"Shhhhhh, damn it. Let me rest."
She lay her head back against the tree, her eyes closing, ignoring Laddie's whimpers.
The golden retriever padded over to Christine, not the be refused. He licked her face again, hoping to stir her into action. Christine remained unmoved, her eyes still closed: she enjoyed his licking tongue.
Laddie grabbed her shirt with his teeth and tugged on her shirt sleeve. He shook his head, trying to rouse some attention, his teeth clamped on the material.
The teenager's eyes popped open. She frowned at the exuberant dog, tugging the shirt that snagged in his teeth. "What do you want?"
Laddie barked his answer, sprang a few feet ahead then stopped to bark again.
"Shit," she grumbled, hauling herself to her feet. She followed the excited dog a few hundred yards and stopped when he jumped into the lazy stream. Sparkling water splashed around him.
"Oohhhh," she said, understanding what he wanted. "You want me to go swimming with you."
Her gentle blue eyes danced. Walking to the edge of the stream, her gaze followed its winding course through the woods. A glimpse through the tree showed that the stream was coming from a small waterfall up ahead.
"Maybe I will take a dip." Laddie romped and barked alongside of his new playmate. "Shhhhh," Christine hushed him. "I don't want anyone coming around." As she flipped off her sneakers, she gave the exuberant dog a stern look.
The dog's hairy tail wagged furiously. He went over to Christine, grabbed her hand in a playful manner, tugging with his mouth.
"I'm coming, I'm coming," she giggled, knowing what he wanted. She rolled her jeans up to her knees and went into the water with Laddie. "God, it feels good."
The crystal clear water flowed freely past her feet. She went where it was deeper, the water flowing around her calves. She looked at the pool, where the small waterfall emptied. It was deeper there and looked inviting. She headed for it, then stopped suddenly. She was wearing clothes.
Already, the golden retriever was swimming in the rippling deeper water. Christine stood watching him, slightly envious of his natural talent in water.
"Damn. I should have worn my bathing suit." She laughed at the dog. "You lucky barking fool. You don't need one." Then, it hit her in a flash.
Her eyes brightened with her bold exciting idea. Her heart jumped. "I don't need one, either, Laddie."
She ran out of the shallow water and quickly stripped off her jeans. A pair of terry bikini panties clung to her slim girlish hips. She shivered at the dangerous idea of taking off her shirt.
With a flicking smile on her lips, she had the buttons open in seconds. "Ohhh, shit," she said excitedly. She hid the skirt in the brush with her jeans and sneakers.
Her gaze on the barking dog, she placed a finger on her mouth. "Shhhh, Laddie. I'm coming. Don't bark."
She dove into the pool of deep water, shooting up through the center of the rippling pool. Her blonde hair was plastered against her head.
She spluttered. The water was cool, refreshing. The city would never be like this. No one was around and no one would be. It was her father's property. She swam, the golden retriever paddling happily by her side. She and Laddie doggie-paddled together through the waterfall, winding up behind the splashing water.
She paddled ahead of Laddie, seeing somewhere to rest. She pulled her lithe body up on a slab of rock. Away from the sun and its warming rays, she shivered.
Laddie followed suit, scrambling out of the water and sitting by her side. His golden coat glistened. He looked up at her his tongue slapping her flushed face.
Christine whimpered from the warm contact of her tongue. Exposed like this for the first time in the outdoors acted as a stimulant. Blood rushed through her body. The feeling she woke up with were back. She was horny.
The warmth of the dog's tongue on her face made her skin break out in goose bumps. Her blood pressure soared. "Laddie," she giggled, "if you were Kenny, you wouldn't be licking my face now. You'd be licking my titties."
Not understanding what she said, but liking her musical voice, Laddie kept on licking her wet face and wet shoulders. His constantly wagging tail seemed to be propelled by the same mechanism that moved his untiring tongue.
Christine leaned back on stiff arms, palms flat against the rock. His wet tongue, sliding over her hot skin, made her nubile body flush. Her titties, perfectly shaped, jutted out. The nipples were hard, swollen with passion.
"If you were Kenny," Christine continued, "you'd be creaming your bathing suit, if you were wearing one." Still leaning back, she shook her upper body, her titties jiggling. "C'mon, Laddie, give my tits a little lick. C'mon. No one will see us here." She was enjoying her game of pretending, never expecting what would happen next.
The glistening reflection from her wet plump tittie meat caught Laddie's attention. His tongue whipped across one of her ultra-sensitive nipples.
She shuddered in a moment of total bliss; the heat of her wet tongue ignited something deep in her body, where the changes of adolescence that would turn her into a voluptuous sexy woman were already taking place.
She tingled when Laddie licked her nipple again. Tiny fires that had been burning slowly during the past few months were ignited; her body was being warmed by her heated glow. The dog's tongue on her plump ripe tits was adding fuel to the tiny fires. Soon they would be flaming bonfires.
"Laddie! Laddie!" Christine's arms almost gave way. She managed to keep her balance, her body leaning back, her naked tits openly available to the golden retriever's long, wet, snaking tongue.
Laddie seemed to enjoy the new game and sensed his young mistress liked it too. His gliding tongue made her soft tit flesh jiggle. He squirmed for a better position on the rock, whimpering, burying his cold nose in her armpit. He pulled out, shook his head, and barked.
Christine laughed, wiggling her wet terry-clad ass. "C'mon, Laddie, you were doing good. Lick my tits again."
Carefully, she turned on the wet rock, the dog between her outstretched legs. Both of her pulpy tits were readily available for him to lick.
"Lick 'em both, Laddie," she closed her eyes to the sun, pretending Kenny was licking her tits instead of the golden retriever.
Her panties, already wet, became sticky with cunt juice. It seeped from the depths of her pussy.
Christine purred. Laddie had resumed his licking; his fantastic tongue gave her exciting sensations.
"Kenny…" Christine blinked out of her reverie, her cheeks blushing red. "Laddie. I'm getting hot. Jesus. I'm creaming!" The dog's shipping tongue going across each small tit turned her body into an overheated furnace.
Laddie busily licked her over both tits, replacing the water from the pool with the warm spit of his large gentle mouth. His tongue, like a wet sensuous whip, beat and slapped her tits and swelling nipples. He whimpered, moving up her body, up her neck and across her mouth. One swipe of his tongue brushed her throat.
"Ooooo," she gasped. For one brief instant, her mouth had touched doggie tongue. "Oooo," she panted, opening her mouth again for another taste. She wiggled her tongue at him, enticing him to stick his tongue in again.
Laddie unwittingly swirled his tongue into her mouth. Then he yelped, his head shaking. The teenager was trying to suck his tongue.
"Laddie," she giggled, "don't be a chickenshit like Kenny. Lick me." Her soft soothing voice was lost in the rippling sounds of the water swirling around the giant rock and the trickling sounds of the waterfall. She opened her mouth, waiting for the dog's tongue to invade again.
Laddie whimpered, going back to licking her tits, where his tongue was safe from her attack. He licked each pert tit, then lowered his head. He swiped his drool over her belly. His wet nose flared when he detecting an exciting new scent. He sniffed. The heady aroma of the virgin girl reached his nostrils. Attracted to the sweet smell, he burrowed his head between her lush thighs. His nose banged into her panty-covered crotch and hit against her clit.
"Oooohhhh!" Christine squealed. The contact was explosive, almost toppling her into the water below. "Laddie! Ohhh, shit, Laddie, what are you doing?" It blew the girl's mind; the dog snout was nuzzling into her pussy through her wet panties. Instinctively, she pushed him away, "No, Laddie. Bad dog." She was shaking.
For the moment, Laddie obeyed her firm voice. He returned to the sweet meat of her tits, licking and swabbing his spit over her tit mounds. He nipped her swollen nipples, his tiny teeth snipping at the hard rubbery tits.
The overpowering sensation Christine had felt when Laddie had nuzzled into her cunt was still uppermost in her mind. The dog licking her tits was no longer a game. His sliding tongue and his gentle snipping teeth on her nipples were giving her serious feelings. Deep down, where her passion was burning brightly, she felt different.
This time, it wasn't a fleeting sensation of desire; it was a full fledged hunger. The pang originated deep in her cherry cunt and seared up through her long limbs. Having her titties licked and nipped by Laddie was causing her distress, adding more sensations to her tortured, anguished body. She was hotter than ever.
"Laddie, Laddie, Laddie!" Christine cried, looking at the dog through a haze of child-lust. She watched him swipe his damp hot tongue over the soft tender meat of her tits.
Her throat constricted; her mouth was drying up one instant, then watering the next. An aching void gnawed at her gut. She knew she was hotter now from one swipe of the dog's tongue than she had ever been in her entire life.
Almost every night since she began having fleeting moments of passion, she stroked her cherry cunt until she fell into a fretful sleep. It was those nights that she hated growing older, hated her body that was blossoming into womanhood, hated the feeling that went with it. She hated not being able to do anything about those feelings the most. She looked at the beautiful animal dining on her tittie flesh and saw him in a new light. He was her answer.
Gulping down a lump of passion that had been lodged in her throat, she pushed Laddie's head back to her cunt, where the fire in her body was out of control. "Do it again, Laddie. I'll let you this time. Go ahead and lick my pussy." She leaned back, shaking, panting, her legs wide open. She was afraid he would ignore her pleas now.
Laddie picked up the sweet aromatic scent of her pussy again. He dropped the where the smell was the strongest – her slit of pussy juice. Snorting excitedly, he pushed his nose into her panty-crotch, shaking his head. He came up from her quivering thighs and barked. He was annoyed with the wet clinging panties. They hampered his penetration of her cunt. He barked his disapproval.
Christine was in shock. Her nipples felt as if they were going to burst. "Ohhhh, Laddie, if you were only a boy now, I'd spread my legs and let you fuck me."
She threw her arms around his neck and hugged. His cool wet coat against her hot flesh gave her the shivers.
Her head in the clouds, she rubbed her tits into the dog's golden wet coat of fur. "Laddie… Laddie… I'm so hot and excited."
In a last ditch effort to ease the torment, she started to rub her pussy through her sopping-wet terry cloth panties. "I gotta cum, Laddie. God, I gotta cum."
Suddenly, she stopped. This wasn't the place. She swallowed. To her, what she was now deciding would be one of the most important decisions of her life.
"Let's go," she squealed, driving into the water. She surfaced quickly and swam to dry land.
Emerging out of the water, she kept low, her body tingling. She pulled on her jeans, then the shirt, her feet digging into her sneakers at the same time. Not bothering to tie them, she ran in the direction of her father's house. Her wet feet squished in the sneakers; her shirt clung to her wet body; her jeans adhered to her long wet legs. As she ran her tits bounced painfully.