Bob Wallace - Daughter_s pony urge

Before getting out, she treaded water, slipped off her bikini top and bottoms. She held her breath for a moment, summoning up courage to come out of the water. She was completely naked and loved it. She was filled with wanton lust and a desire to expose herself in the open. She bobbed in the water, feeling carefree, elated. She laid her bikini on the rock and swam back into the water. Her heart fluttered wildly.

She was excited, swimming in the pool of clear mountain water. Her cherry pussy creamed each time she drove below the surface, exposing her rounded ass to the shimmering rays of the sun filtering through the trees.

"C'mon, Laddie," she giggled, happier than ever before. She stopped and waited for him, bobbing up and down in the water, her tits on the shimmering surface like two miniature buoys.

The huge golden retriever cut through the water with ease. His head bumped into Christine's plump titties. Expertly, he swam around her, nudging her with the blunt end of his snout.

"Ooooo, if you were only Kenny." She played with the animal, grabbing below the surface for his cock. "You could dive down and goose my ass and touch my pussy."

She became bolder, floating naked on her back, her body on exhibition. Her skin glistened, the silky hairs of her cunt beaded with water and pussy juice. She opened her legs and arched her back, driving backwards into the water. For a fleeting second, her pink cunt tilted toward the sky.

"Ewwwww!" she gasped, coming up again. As she swam lazily through the water, she quickly scanned the woods and the waterline. She thought she had heard something.

"Hi," a masculine voice called out. A young man, about twenty, appeared from behind a tree. "How's the water? Better then this morning?"

Christine's head snapped around. She immediately sank down into the water, hiding herself as best she could from the leering eyes of the grinning stranger. "This is my father's property… you're trespassing!" She glanced down at herself. Her tits popped out of the halter when she bobbed. She turned. "Get out of here, now!"

The young man laughed. "Don't be so shy."

Christine ignored him and quickly swam through the water fall. Panting in relief at being away from the brazen stare of the gold-looking man, she treaded water. She reached for her bikini. It wasn't there. Panic gripped her; she didn't know what to do.

"Hello," he called again.

Christine glanced around furtively. The voice seemed to echo in the grotto.

"I'm up here."

Christine stared up at the stranger. "Give me my bathing suit!" She remained in the water, keeping close to the rock, concealing her body from him as he peered down through a gaping hole in the rock. He could see into the secluded grotto behind the waterfall.

He grinned and carefully climbed down through the narrow crevice in the rock. Christine watched him, horror-stricken. It looked like he was descending stairs. She squinted; the rocks were hidden, but each step the stranger took brought him closer to her. Her heart drummed in her ears. What had he seen? Laddie and her this morning? She gulped.

"You're real cute," he said, crouching down on the same rock where he had witnessed Laddie licking her tits earlier.

"Why don't you give me my suit and go?" She was almost in tears. Laddie had climbed out of the water and was sitting beside the young man, sniffing, wagging his tail.

"I might," he told her. He scratched the dog behind the ears. "How you doing Laddie?" He flashed his sexy grin at Christine, then spoke to the dog again. "A lot better than I'm doing. Huh, boy?" He reverted his attention back to Christine. "I could lick your tits better than Laddie."

Christine felt like she would die right there and then. Her mouth froze; the words wouldn't come out. What she had to say wouldn't have made a difference, anyway.

"I saw you this morning, Christine." He used her name for the first time. "I've been watching you since came back. You're a very pretty girl."

Christine blushed, embarrassed but excited. He had seen her naked! She knew she was hot, but now, she was aching with passion. She studied the stranger again, wondering. He was older, handsome, probably in college. But how did he know her name? A hot shiver danced up her spine.

"How come you know my name?"

"I work with your father sometimes during the summer and when I'm home during a semester break from college. You've changed a helluva lot since last summer. You've even changed since last Easter."

The young man was lean, handsome, with a pleasant smile. He let his dark eyes catch Christine's. The bright sunlight bounced off her golden hair. She had changed, all right. His mind went back to her naked body swishing through the water. She had transformed from a lanky kid to vivacious young woman.

Christine's face was a deep scarlet. "I never saw you around before. You always peek at girls?"

"Every chance I can." He gave her a smile that heated up her insides. "Now that I know you like swimming in the raw and you like your tits licked, what else is there about you I might like to know?"

She swallowed the lump in her throat. His dirty talk was erotic, but she couldn't keep from blushing. "I like sleeping naked too," she said, trying to be daring with him – show him that she wasn't afraid of him. "If I could. I'd never wear clothes."

She eased back, away from the rock, tingling inside. She had an urge to tease him, she moved about in the water, letting her tits rise to the surface as she gently bobbed. She noticed the way he was staring; it made her cream again. She was glad she was immersed in buoyant water. If she had been on land, she would have collapsed form her consuming passion.

"If you come in the water, I might let you lick my tits." She was nervous, but looked hot and willing.

"I've been around." It was an obvious lie, but she was trying to act older. "I have lots of boyfriends."

He hung his on a high branch, pulled off his jeans, hung on the limb. "I'll bet you're still cherry, too." He grinned.

She saw his bulging prick behind his tight-fitting underwear and gulped back her rising fear. "Maybe I am, and maybe I'm not." No matter how hard she tried, she was unable to take her gaze from his bulge. "You'll never find out, through."

He smiled confidently. He notices the obvious was she was gaping. "You want me to keep my shorts on?"

"Whatever you want." Her heart beat was rampant; her pussy pulsed frantically. "I've seen plenty of cock." She watched him slip off his shorts.

"Not like this one," he bragged. His hard-on was jutting out from his groin, his bloated cock head pointing at the innocent teenager. His fingers curled around his thick cock-stem. "You're staring."

Christine was in shock – passionate shock. Except for pictures in magazines, this was her first look at a real cock. It seemed monstrous. Automatically, she found herself drifting treading water erratically. She was shaking inside and out. Her muscles wouldn't coordinate with her passion-sopped brain.

With a big splash, the young man jumped in. He sprang up out of the water beside the teenager and wrapped his arms around her lithe body. His prick pressed into her belly. "You're a sexy little nymph, Christine."

She almost fainted. If he hadn't been holding her, she would surely have drowned. "Please…" Her voice was barely a whisper. She was weak, crumbling.

"How does it feel?" He kept his prick against her.

"Ah… mmmm…" She was speechless.

He held her trembling body close to him. Christine's mind whirled. The day seemed to snowballing. Getting off on Laddie's tongue; playing with his cock and watching him come, talking to Tracy. Now this. How far would it go? She refused to think about the exciting possibilities. Refused to think beyond the thrilling moment.