Bob Wallace: Daughter_s pony urge

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.