Craig knocked on the door of his daughter's bedroom. "You in there, Chrissy?"
Christine blinked away the sleep in her eyes. Her face flooded with shock. She gulped. "Y-yes, Daddy." She stammered.
She glances at the open closet and her pile of wet clothes on the floor. She thew back the covers to close the closet door before her father came in. Then she gasped, realizing that she naked. She yanked the covers back, her face flushed, her face fixed on the door, her hands holding the covers at her neck. She caught a glimpse of Laddie going to the door.
"Well?" Craig asked impatiently form the other side of the closed door. "Can I come in?"
Christine gulped uneasily. "Yes, Daddy." She was afraid to face her father. Afraid that the minute he stepped in her room, he would know what she had done. "Come in, Daddy."
Craig opened the door. His gaze settled on her long slender body beneath the covers. "I'm surprised. I though you'd be out getting some fresh air and sunshine. It's not the city, with all the damn smog and noise." He knelt down to scratch the head of the golden retriever sniffing his leg. "You're teaching him bad habits too, I see." He grinned roguishly.
Christine opened her mouth to speak. "I was up, Daddy," she explained, the covers tight around her neck. "Laddie and I went into the woods and followed the stream to the waterfall." Her gaze again drifted to the pile of clothes. "I got wet and came home to change, I guess country life tires me out." She gave him a weak nervous smile.
"You should put your clothes in the washer."
He grabbed then off the closet floor. "I'll take them downstairs for you. Mille can wash them when she comes tomorrow to clean up." He went over to the bed and bent over, placing a kiss on Christine's forehead.
She shivered, hoping he didn't know she was naked under the sheet and blanket, "I'll get up soon, Daddy. Can Laddie stay with me in the room?"
He gave his daughter a loving smile, then bent down and ruffled the retriever's ears and coat. "I guess so. You'll have him spoiled by the end of the summer, and he won't be worth a damn during hunting season." He turned toward the door, then remembered why he had come looking for her. "Listen, babe. I got to go back into town, and I won't be home until after dark. You want to come and hang around town? I'll wait until you're dressed."
Christine looked up at her tall father. "No thanks, Daddy. I'd rather stay here."
He shrugged. "Suite yourself. There's plenty of food in the fridge." When he stepped out of the room, he poked his head back in. "You're supposed to sleep in your pj's – not in the buff." He pointed the pajamas that were peeking out from under the bed. He winked. "See ya, babe."
Christine smiled. Her father wasn't such a prude, after all. She remained in bed, listening to the sounds of her father leaving the house. When she heard the front door close, she jumped out of the bed, ran to the window, peered out. Seeing his truck going down the lonely road, she hurried back to bed, excited as a kid on Christmas.
She slapped the bed. "C'mon, Laddie. We got all day now to play."
Laddie barked in response to her soothing voice. He leaped up on the bed, his tail wagging, and licked her face. Then he rolled on his side, wanting his belly scratched.
"Mmmmmmm," Christine murmured, her wide blue eyes setting on his hairy cock sheath. The memory of his glistening red cock rushed back to haunt her. "God, I gotta tell Tracy." She grabbed the phone off the nightstand and dialed. "Hello, Mrs. Chandler?" Christine recognized the voice of Tracy's mother immediately. "Is Tracy home?"
"Yes." Mrs. Chandler paused. "How's the country treating you?"
"Great, Mrs. Chandler." Christine was brimming with excitement, eager to talk to her friend. "It's fantastic here!"
"I'll glad to hear it." Mrs. Chandler said. "I'll get Tracy."
Christine petted the golden retriever's belly while she waited. Soft jagged breaths emanated from her mouth as she looked at he dog's heavy furry balls and cock sheath.
"Chrissy!" Tracy oozed enthusiasm.
"Where are you… Is your mother around?" Christine asked her friend; she was anxious to tell her what she had done with Laddie. She knew Tracy wouldn't be able to talk with her mother there.
"Shit. Crissy… what's going on?"
"Answer me," Christine said.
"I'm up in my room. Mom's downstairs in the kitchen. Why? What's the shit?"
"You'll never guess," Christine said smugly. "Never in a million years."
"Awww, c'mon, Chrissy. Tell me."
"I'm naked right now," she said to her best friend. "Naked in bed."
Tracy quickly unsnapped her shorts and wriggled out of them, crushing the phone to her ear with her shoulder. "Hold on a minute. I'm getting undressed, too."
Christine waited. They had played sex games over the phone before: sitting naked on there beds, trying to get each other hot with sizzling sex fantasies. The big difference this time was that Christine's story was a fantasy. She held the phone and her breath. Already, her cherry pussy was seeping hot cunt juice. She stroked the retriever's belly absent-mindedly.
"Okay, I'm ready, I'm naked, too." Tracy lay on her bed, the phone propped against her ear, anxiously waiting for her friend to begin a story that would soon have them both creaming. "Start talking."
Tracy's hands caressed the tender meat of her tits, her fingers kneading the pulpy flesh. Her cherry pussy, like Christine's foamed with fuck cream.
"This morning…" Christine recounted every hot detail of what had happened that morning between her and Laddie, "… and now, he's laying on the bed with me." Christine sighed, her story finished.
"Jesus Christ!" Tracy gasped, trembling. Her fingers were slipping through the puffy slit of her turned-on cherry pussy. "I'm creaming all over my fucking bed, Chrissy." She shivered. "Damn, you make up the best stories ever."
"I didn't make it up," Christine corrected. "It's true… every hot sexy word of it. I swear!"
Tracy gulped, her heart racing. "I believe you," she whispered almost reverently. "Ohhh, shit, I wish I were there with you." She was tingling all over. Flames in her cherry pussy flickered to life. "Tell me again about his tongue." She closed her eyes, shuddering with joy, listening intently to Christine's every word. "I'm creaming… ooo… let him lick you now, and tell me how it feels."
This was the best conversation she ever had with Christine, ever since they started talking dirty on the phone a few months ago.
"Okay," Christine conceded. The excitement of having her friend involved stirred the passion in her again. She tugged on Laddie's collar, bringing his snout to her tit. She jiggled her tit meat at him, and the dog immediately tool the hint. His tongue slapped across her arm jiggling shin.
"Ooooooh!" Christine gasped. "He's licking my titties, Tracy. His tongue is warm and nice. His spit is getting me all wet!"
"Ohhhh, Chrissy!" Tracy gasped, her eyes closed, imagining the dog licking her friend's tits. "Your pussy now. Have him lick that." She held the phone against her ear, Christine's hot panting sighs arousing her more. "Your pussy now, Christine."
"Okay, okay." Christine lay back on the bed, her legs spread wide, her pussy vulnerable to attack. "I'm waiting for him to begin," she told Tracy. She was glad she had climaxed earlier; she was able to be more at ease, dispassionate. "He's licking my belly now… going down my body."
Christine wiggled her hips, tempting the dog between her legs to go to her cunt. "C'mon, Laddie, lick my pussy for Tracy. C'mon, boy. Lick my cunt!" She heard the excited whimpers of her friend; it sounded as if they were in the same room.
"Ooooh!" Christine gasped when Laddie's tongue swiped through her wet pussy. His tongue immediately received a coating of pussy juice – a filmy sheen of fuck cream. "Ooooo, Tracy. His tongue is so wet and squiggly!" She rocked her hips, swirling with joy. "Ohhh, shit, I'm creaming his tongue again!"
"Tell me more!" Tracy gasped, greedy for every detail. Her hands were clawing the almost-bald mound of her cherry pussy. She squeezed her blood-filled clit. "Tell me, so I can cum."
"I'll put the phone between my legs and let you listen," Christine suggested. "Hold on."
Tracy grunted. She listened carefully, her mind soaring. Her ears strained to hear the dog's tongue licking her friend. Her body was on fire.
Christine trembled, holding the phone next to her pussy. She knew Tracy was able to hear now.
Tracy gasped. The slurping noises, the slapping sounds of tongue hitting flesh seared through her mind. Laddie was licking Christine's cunt! She could hear it loud and clear. In the back ground, she hear Christine's helpless sighs of ecstasy. A hot series of orgasms, one after the other, rippled through the girl's body.
"Oooohhh, shit, ohhhhh, God." Tracy humped her small ass on the bed, riding the blissful current of her orgasm until she heard Christine's voice. It snapped he out of her passion-induced stupor and jarred her back to reality.
"Did you hear?" Christine asked in excitement. She was still reeling under Laddie's tongue-licking.
"Oh, God, did I hear!" Tracy panted. "I had a damn climax! I think I creamed all over the fucking bed listening to you and the dog!"
"I would have liked to have seen that," Christine sighed dreamily. The dog was making her feel warm and wonderful all over. "I still haven't told you about Laddie's prick."
"What about his cock?"
"When he gets hot, his prick sticks out. It's pointed and red." Talking about it made Christine want to see his prick again.
"What else," Tracy moaned impatiently.
"Wait a sec," Christine said. "I'm gonna look at his cock while I talk to you." The teenager wriggled away from the hungry dog, the laid the phone down. "C'mon, Laddie." She tugged on his collar, her other hand stroking his shiny, thick golden coat. She coaxed him to lay on his side.
Laddie whimpered, not wanting to give up tasting her pussymeat. He squirmed in the opposite direction wile teenager eased him over on his side. He whimpered, his soft brown eyes looking up at her, not understanding.
Christine knew what to do. Her soothing voice and gentle stroking relaxed him at once. "Easy, boy. I just want you to lie down." Her voice was soft as Laddie's eyes, as smooth as his thick golden coat. "Easy, boy, just relax. We'll have lots of fun together." She stroked his soft belly, her hand smoothing over his fur. Laddie calmed down, his head dropping to the mattress.
Christine picked up the phone; the dog was resting serenely now. "He's on his side now, Tracy, and I'm rubbing his belly."
"Is his prick sticking out yet?" Tracy asked anxiously, her body quaking with heated desire. She shut her eyelids.
"Not yet," Christine sighed. "I'm rubbing his belly close to his prick. It's hidden now in the hairy thing." She caressed him with shaking fingers. She heard Tracy's heavy labored breathing. "His balls are real big, Tracy – hairy, too."
"Touch them, Chrissy! Touch his balls!" Tracy was close to insanity. Her cunt spasmed, the juices dripping down the crack of her ass. "Hold his balls, Chrissy!"
"I will," Christine answered.
She stared at his hairy nut sac and skimmed her hand over the dog's thigh. She raised one leg and touched him where his thigh met his body. Her fingertips touched his hairy sac of cum-filled balls. Spasms of desire attacked Christine's pussy, and she became light-headed.
Laddie whimpered in response. He sensed the tension in the teenager. His own anxiety was acute while the child's hand fondled his aching balls. He whimpered and lifted his head, twisting it, his tongue lapping gently over Christine's hand.
"Tell me! Tell me, Chrissy!" Tracy couldn't bear the suspense. Her ears picked up the sounds of the whimpering dog. "Talk to me, Chrissy!"
Christine revived herself out of her trance. "I'm holding his balls," she whispered heatedly. "They're real heavy. I'll bet they're all full of cum." She giggled and held the giant ball sac, hefting it in her hand. "Wheew."
"Ohhh, shit, Chrissy. I'll bet Kenny would like you to do that to him," Tracy squealed.
Christine sighed, but she was too engrossed in manipulating the dogs balls to think about Kenny. She moved her fingers up over his balls and skimmed the thick-skinned hairy sheath. She felt the hard knot of his prick inside the protective covering, and a tremor seized her arm like a current of electricity.
"I touched his prick, Tracy!" the teenaged gasped. Her hand was trembling, but still touching the hard knot. "Ohhhh, God, it feels so funny."
"Can you see it? Jesus! I'm shaking! Is it sticking out?" Tracy touched her pussy hair with her free hand. Small girlish fingers swirled around her bloated clit. She brought her fingers to her nose and inhaled the tangy scent. "Oooo, shit, Chrissy. Can you see his prick?"
"Not yet," Christine explained in the midst of her excitement. "He's licking my hand. I think he wants me to play with his cock."
"Do it! Do it!" Tracy was going out of her mind.
"I am," Christine replied, her voice a bit shaky.
She paused for a moment, her head swimming. Putting her hand back, she became bolder. Light-fingered and cautious, she pulled the thick skin back, feeling the hard knot growing inside. "Ohhhh, shit, Tracy, it's… it's coming out… I see his cock!"
"Aaaahhhh," Tracy sighed and went into convulsive spasms. She shoved her juice-coated fingers into her mouth and licked them clean. "Tell me more!"
"He's cock's red and pointed!" Christine gasped. Her fingers shifted the protective covering up and down, trying to bring out the prickmeat hidden inside. "Ohhh, God, Tracy!" Her fingers were flying up and down, gripping his hairy sheath.
Laddie began to hump. The teenager was turning him into a frenzied beast. He whimpered, jabbing at her tiny fist.
Christine's eyes widened. The dog's prick was growing right in front of her eyes. "It's getting big!"
Tracy broke out in a cold sweat, shivering as her body turned to fire. "Ohhhh. I wish I was there to touch his cock," Tracy moaned. "How big… how big is it?"
"I don't know yet," Christine replied. Her voice sounded hollow, as if she were under a spell. "It's beautiful. His cock is all wet and sticky." She took her finger and rested it on the pointed tip of Laddie's cock. She made circles with her finger; the dog whined with pleasure and twitched in heat.
"Ohhhh, your touching it!" Tracy was reeling.
Laddie squirmed on his side, jabbing his rump forward, trying to get friction on his aching cock to relieve the pain in his overstuffed balls. His tail thumped up and down on the mattress. His neck twisted; his tongue slapped his drool over his aching prick.
Christine giggled. "He's licking his prick!" she exclaimed joyfully. "Ohhh, shit, Tracy, he's licking his prick – right in front of me!"
"Jerk him off!" her friend cried back. "Jerk him off."
"Nooo, Tracy." Christine was still not at ease with the dog; she was afraid that if he got too hot, he would bite her. "No, Tracy, I'll just play a little."
"Don't be a chicken," Tracy pleaded.
"He might bite me."
"No, he won't," Tracy said confidently not sure whether the dog would or not. "I'd do it, if I were there." Tracy shivered hotly, whishing she where. "Jerk him off – go ahead."
Christine, not to appear chicken to anybody, wrapped her fingers around the giant stem of Laddie's hulking cock. "I got my fingers around it," Christine bragged. "I'm holding his cock, and he's jerking all over the bed."
Laddie was jabbing, twisting on his side, his legs jerking, trying to attain a foothold. His cock whipped through Christine's small fingers.
"Don't stop!" Tracy commanded. "Make him cum with your hand. Don't stop!" She closed her eyes, envisioning what it would be like to jerk off a dog and get his jism all over her hand. The images in her overactive imagination sent her into ecstasy.
"I am!" Christine moaned back to her friend. "God, he's going crazy." The teenager was just a little frightened, but her curiosity and desire to prove to Tracy that she wasn't a chicken carried her through. "I'm using both hands now." The phone was balanced in the crook of her neck.
Christine held the base of the dog's prick, one hand near his slapping, hairy balls. Her other hand squeezed and slid up and down his thick doggie cock.
Laddie, aroused and not to be let down this time, humped furiously. His tail thumped on the bed. His rump jabbed the mattress, slamming into the teenager's fist. He jabbed with all his might. His cock kept growing, thickening, hardening. He rolled onto his back, then onto his side, his rump jamming forward.
"He's crazy! He's gonna come, Tracy! His cock… it's gigantic!" Christine quickened her jerking pace. "Ohhhh, Tracy, he's going to blast… I know it!" In exuberance, she dropped the phone.
Tracy held the receiver tightly, whishing it were a dog's cock she was holding. She heard her friend faintly; her squeals and words sounded like they were coming from a distance. "Dammit! She dropped the fucking phone."
Tracy strained to listen, hearing faint whimpering sounds from the excited dog. She heard Christine talking to him. She sighed, hopping to hear everything her friend said.
Laddie's balls began to rumble. His prick was fully extended from its protective sheath. He jabbed furiously through the tight fist that held his prick captive. He whined and yelped, his orgasm seconds away.
Christine's eyes popped wide open. The dog's cock was bigger than anything she had ever imagined. "Tracy! It's a fucking pole!"
She screamed each word, knowing she had dropped the phone and that Tracy was listening intently. She didn't want to let go of Laddie's cock for a second. She squeezed the base of his prick and tightened her grip. Her fingers slid easily up and down his slick cockshaft.
Laddie howled, his orgasm grabbing him in the balls. The depths of his hairy, cum-filled ball churned. His body jerked. Great stringy gobs of doggie jizz blasted from his cock tip.
"He's coming!" Christine shouted. "Goddamn, Tracy, he's coming!" She shivered, watching the doggie spume spray out of his cock. The first stream of hot doggie go splattered her naked body. The white droplets felt hot on her skin. Tiny frantic orgasms attacked her cunt from the erotic ordeal. Her hand shifted into a faster gear, flying up and down on the dog exploding prickshaft.
Tracy heard Christine's squealing cries. She pulled frantically on her clit, soaking her fingers in pussy juice. Her swirling mind was caught up in the whirlwind passion of the moment. She sucked her juice-coated fingers, savoring the taste of her cunt. Her lust crazed mind pretended it was the dog's cum.
Christine watched the golden retriever shudder in bliss. She watched in utter fascination. Hot wads of cum sprayed from the dog's piss-slot, spattering her tits and belly with globs of gooey white jizz.
"He's still coming!" Christine shouted. "He's squirting cum all over me. Tracy, can you hear me? I'm getting cum all over meeee!"
Laddie's eyes, glazed with passion, turned up in their sockets. The whites of his eyes were laced with red, giving him a bizarre appearance. He jabbed his cock through her jerking fist, his lips drawn tight over his fangs. His tail had stopped wagging, curled now between his hind legs.
Laddie raised his head once in the throes of orgasm, but then lowered it to the bed. He whined and shook, his prick still in Christine's clutches.
Christine's arm became tired. It began to ache. The dog was still cuming. Rivers of white jizz spouted from his prick. She didn't believe it; the dog wouldn't stop creaming. He was climaxing in an endless fury.
"Oh, he's soaking me!" She jerked him hard and fast.
Laddie yelped and lunged at her whipping fist having come to the end of his climax. His yelps turned to shrill barks. He was done. His balls were mere empty shells; his cock, a hollow tunnel.
Although Christine's arm pained her, she continued to jerk the shrinking meat of Laddie's spent cock. She refused to let him go.
Laddie nudged her hand; then, receiving no response from her, her gently nipped to get her attention. Her fingers still clung to his red cock. He barked, finally getting through to her.
Christine's experience had overwhelmed her. She cried out a startled choke, roused from her dreamy world. She picked up the phone. "Did you hear everything?" she asked Tracy. She felt as if she had climaxed, instead of the dog.
"Jesus, Chrissy. I heard. I heard the dog… you… God, I'm still creaming, myself."
Christine was proud of what she had done. "I'm covered with his cum. It's all over my tits and belly. Gobs and gobs of it!"
"Oh, I wish I were there. Tell me all about it! What's it like?" Tracy's passion was soaring again.
"It's white, thick and sticky, too." Christine ran a finger through a white glob of cum that was dripping from one of her tits. "It's warm." She brought the finger to her nose. "It smells… I don't know like what. I'm rubbing it into my tits now." She giggled devilishly. "Maybe it's good for my complexion."
Laddie staggered to his feet. He came over to Christine and began to lick off the drops of cum from her silky skin.
"He's cleaning me!" Christine squealed happily. She dropped to the bed, giving the dog room to lick. "He's licking his own cum off me, Tracy. God, it's fabulous."
"Oh, shit. Chrissy," Tracy pouted. "If I were there with you. I could lick it off too." She bit her lip.
"You'd lick my tits?" Christine asked.
"Yes," Tracy said. "I'm so hot, I'd lick anything." She took a deep breath. "When the dog was coming, I pretended I was sucking his cock. I got my fingers all wet with cunt juice and sucked them, wishing it were the dog's cum I was tasting."
"God," Christine sighed. "Really? Maybe after the summer, you might still want to lick me?"
"I will, if you want me to," Tracy said, trapped in a web of passion she couldn't break out of. "I'm gonna hand up and get myself off."
"You want me to listen?"
"If you do it, too," Tracy sighed. "Okay?" She rolled over onto her belly, the phone propped at her mouth, the receiver between her ear and the pillow. "I'm ready."
Christine followed suit. They had jacked off many times before over the phone, but never on person. "I'm ready, too."
Fifteen minutes later, the young girls screamed there ecstasy into the phone. After a few minutes, they were reduced to whimpering sighs.
Christine recovered first. "I'm going back to the waterfall with Laddie," the teenager said, after catching her breath. "I'll call you later tonight of tomorrow and tell you everything. I'm gonna swim naked this time. See ya."
"Goodby," Tracy sighed, then dropped the phone back in its cradle.
She climbed unsteadily to her feet and went downstairs for lunch after dressing. Her head was in the clouds, her cheeks flushed, her eyes bright as she entered the kitchen, her mind conjuring up images of Laddie's cock.
Tracy's mother gave her daughter a second glance. "You all [missing text]."