Dog
Star's 
Linnie
Part III
Parts I and II can be found through my web page here
Surrogate daughter with benefits. You might say that was what Linnie had become since she first babysat for us. We planned it that way.
My husband, Joe, and I honeymooned on a Caribbean island that had a plethora of clothing optional beaches. We always wanted to go back there, but then we had Joey and things just conspired to keep us from realizing the dream. While planning this year’s vacation, the subject of our favorite island came up again.
“Joey’s old enough now, what do you think?” Joe asked.
“We can afford it, so do you think Linnie’s mom would let her go with us?”
“Oh God, that would be spectacular!” he intoned. I agreed, picturing her blossoming body kissed by the sun’s rays. “Why don’t we invite her over, make our proposal, and maybe have a little fun after she says yes.”
“Fun or no fun, afterwards I’ll call her mother,” I said, thinking that ‘fun’ sounded really nice. I needed some ‘fun.’ Making sure Joey was out visiting a friend, I called Linnie and invited her over. “Hi baby-doll,” I said in my best, seductive voice. “How about coming over and bringing your bathing suit.”
“Why? You don’t have a pool,” she said matter-of-factly.
“It’s a surprise. I’ll tell you when you get here.”
Linnie showed up with a conservative young girl’s bikini and lots of questions. Joe and I explained about our vacation plans, and when I mentioned nude beaches, she blanched. “Really? All the people are naked, even kids?”
“Sure,” I said. “Growing up, didn’t you ever enjoy running around the house naked?” She blushed and agreed. I continued, “You’ll get a full body tan without being embarrassed about it. After all, even old fat people will be naked, and we’ll be naked too, even Joey.”
She laughed at the ‘fat people’ comment. “I bet you’ll look nicer than anybody naked.”
Joe said, “That she does. The most difficult part for me will be not getting stiff while looking at you two.” She giggled again, sneaking an involuntary glance at his shorts.
I said to Joe, “Pardon us as we go upstairs and try on our bikinis.”
Joe smiled and said, “Can I try on my suit too?”
Linnie took another look at his crotch. I said, “That’s up to her,” then I turned to Linnie and said, “You won’t mind, will you?” She muttered something under her breath, but it wasn’t a “yes.” Linnie and I went upstairs first. In the bedroom, I pulled my bikini from a drawer while Linnie hesitatingly undressed. While I quickly stripped, I told her for the umpteenth time how beautiful her blossoming teen body looked.
“You’re the one with the great body, not me,” she said with another blush reddening her young face.
I tossed my bikini onto the bed and said, “Before Joe comes in here, would you like to play with my body?”
We were on my bed making out when my husband walked in, holding his shorts in his hand. “Oh, I’m sorry,” he said, sublimely naked and with the makings of a nice erection. Even while kissing me, Linnie occasionally swung her eyes, straining to glance at Joe. He said, “I see this isn’t about swimwear. Besides, Linnie dear, you’re too gorgeous to cover up with a bathing suit.” She swooned at his words, and knowing he would perhaps join us on the bed, her lips and tongue now more furiously worked against mine.
Linnie’s mouth moved to one of my nipples as Joe slid his head between her quivering thighs and began cunnilingus. We’d opened her up so much sexually that I immediately saw it on her face—she was going to cum quickly. Our eyes met for a moment before she threw her head back and moaned softly. Her moaning continued for a long while as Joe kept his tongue working. I bet it was soaked.
I rolled a condom onto Joe’s hard cock and then lay back to watch the show. Linnie was extremely animated after Joe slid into her, bucking her hips rhythmically to match the thrusting of his. Her panting breath and frantic movements turned me on. I just had to suck on her tiny budding tits with their stiff little nipples—I had to. She came with a loud scream this time, nearly deafening me since my ear was so close. I felt her orgasmic spasms travel all the way to her tits, and didn’t realize it until I started cumming too that my hand had been working my own pussy all the while.
When Joe bellowed that he was about to cum, Linnie squealed “Let me see it! On me!” Joe pulled off the condom and splattered her belly and pubic arch. I lapped it up, which sent a shiver through her; making sure not to accidently push any toward her fertile pussy where it might find its way inside to dire consequences.
Still panting, she said “Wow, what does it taste like?”
“You tell me,” I said, and then kissed her. Some call it ‘snowballing,’ and I made sure she had plenty to taste. Maybe it was the psychology of tasting Joe’s semen, but our kiss inflamed her again, and we ended up fingering each other to more orgasms.
The sight of us like that turned Joe on. Quickly he put another condom on his once again hard member and coaxed both our asses side-by-side and in the air. He fucked me first then moved into Linnie’s tight yet creamy little vagina and fucked her even harder, all the while commenting how “heavenly tight” she was, shouting above her ululating moaning and groaning.
She never did model her bikini for us.
Joey was thrilled when we told him of our vacation plans. “You mean, Ma, that everyone will be naked on the beach?”
“Yes, but no touching, and you better not get an erection.”
“Oh, Ma,” he said, blushing.
I told him that we would ask if Linnie could come with us. That made him more animated, but also I saw the wheels turning, probably thinking about their little fuck session and whether we knew about it or not.
Linnie’s mom was extremely thankful that we would think of Linnie as one of us and take her along on vacation. Of course, she could never guess how much of a ‘part of the family’ she’d become. Linnie was so excited and would often stop over to ask me about everything from my nude beach experience to what to pack. Joe and I purposely avoided the opportunity to have sex with her; we figured that would only heighten her libido once there.
I couldn’t speak for her libido (yet) but she certainly was hyper on the flight down. We barely checked into our hotel when she and Joey begged us to go to the beach. Joe talked them into eating first. I found it humorous that neither one of the kids gave any thought to sleeping arrangements; our room was a mini-suite with two queen beds, basically in the same room. After an early dinner, they dragged us to the nude beach. Both of them were agog at the sunbathers who still inhabited the beach as afternoon turned to evening.
Our swim attire came off quickly. Linnie was busy sizing up the men while Joey did the same with women’s breasts. Linnie giggled and turned to Joe, saying “All these men are small compared to you.” She went to touch Joe’s cock, but I scolded her. No touching here. Based on Joe’s expression, I figured the sleeping arrangements were made—I’d be sleeping with my son.
In his naiveté, Joey didn’t try to hide his erection, proudly walking around ogling one large-breasted woman after another. None of them seemed offended. One woman said, “Look, isn’t that cute,” to her companion. My husband, on the other hand, was trying valiantly not to grow erect, but was losing the battle. Women were looking at him, too. Whether they thought him “cute” or not, I couldn’t tell. It didn’t even disconcert me when I caught my son ogling me. I think he probably had been looking earlier but tried to hide the fact.
I put my arm around him and said, “It’s okay. I guess every boy wonders what his mom looks like once he begins to notice girls in general.”
He blushed, and then said “Yours are the nicest, Mom. Especially your nipples, the way they look, like stiff and long,” before hugging my side in a show of love. I didn’t think I blushed, but it did hit me then—my son was appraising my body! I kind of enjoyed that, perhaps more than if another man had said it.
As the sun set, we put our suits and cover-ups back on and returned to the hotel. The concierge told us of one club that allowed underage kids in, though no drinking for them, of course. We dressed and visited the club. The kids soaked up the adult vibe. Joe managed to pull Linnie onto the dance floor, and among folks closer to her age than his, gave her pointers. Even with not a slow number to be heard, their dancing was foreplay of the highest order.
Above the music, Joey asked “Mom, am I sleeping with Linnie?”
I smiled when I saw the gleam of expectation on his young face. “Is that what you want?” I said.
“Ah…er…I don’t know…whatever…”
I said, “I think you already know things about Linnie.” He blushed. “Look at your dad out there with her. We’ve never hid anything from you about sex, right? Let’s just say your father likes Linnie a lot and will sleep with her tonight, and you’ll sleep with me.”
His facial expression morphed a few times as he processed what I was telling him. Eventually, he said, “Does that mean they’re…?”
“They’ll do whatever they want to do,” was my answer.
Joey looked at me earnestly, “You won’t be mad at Dad if they…er…do it?”
“No I won’t, Joey. Your Dad and I will always love each other, and Linnie or anyone else won’t change that. You understand?”
“I think so,” he said before falling silent.
Joe and Linnie were still dancing, though closer now, their bodies seductively pressed together. I couldn’t see in the dimmed light, but Joe certainly must have had an erection, pressing up to the young girl like that, thinking of what had been and soon would be again.
Once back in our hotel room, we took turns showering and getting ready for bed. Before we retired, Linnie gave me a look, as if she wanted one more acknowledgement of our sleeping arrangement. I simply nodded and wished her and Joe a good night.
With all the lights out, some outside light still managed to slip by the room-darkening drapes. I’ll give them credit; Joe and Linnie waited a reasonable time before they started. When his dad went down on the babysitter, Joey stirred next to me and began to watch and listen. I realized his hand was inside his pajama bottoms, so I whispered to him that he could take them off. By the time Joe climbed on top of a panting Linnie, Joey was naked and I’d slipped out of my pajamas, clad only in panties. Joey and I were the voyeurs, watching them fuck. The build up from today’s nude beach excursion plus the sexy dancing had heated their libidos to the boiling point, and they were fucking maniacally by the time I slid down in the bed and let my son’s erect little dick touch my breasts.
Linnie was making so much noise leading up to her climax; I was the only one who heard Joey’s moan as he bucked his hips in jackhammer fashion, fucking my cleavage. My little man was on erotic autopilot—he didn’t know what he was doing, just responding to the most primal of urges. Linnie tried to stifle her orgasmic cries, as Joe tried to stifle his cumming groans, though Joey and I still heard them very well. I felt Joey’s body quiver against mine as he ejaculated so incredibly. I remained shocked that a boy his age who hadn’t yet reached puberty could cum, but there was no use denying the just-deposited liquid that trickled around my breasts.
The two unlikely pairs fell asleep in their partners’-for-the-night embrace.
I awoke during the night to the sounds of more fucking. They were quieter this time. Joey was asleep with his mouth at one of my nipples. Had he been suckling in his sleep? My mother’s love for him swelled at the thought. Linnie was on top this time while Joe quietly coached her on the best cowgirl motions. She came quickly, then climbed off, stripped the condom from him, and jerked him the rest of the way to climax. She seemed pleased by his output.
I wasn’t about to masturbate with my son next to me like this, so I resigned myself to a sexless night.
The morning was awkward, especially since Linnie now had the chance to think about the impact of what she’d succumbed to. I pulled her aside and told her not to worry, that I was okay with what happened. “You did enjoy last night, didn’t you?” I asked. She adamantly agreed.
We were back on the nude beach by midmorning. There definitely was a different vibe then than the evening before, though it was hard to explain what that difference was. Perhaps more families were here, meaning more kids Joey’s age. We got naked and spread the obligatory sunscreen over each other’s body. I reminded Joey “no touching” before he headed off to join a group of kids up the beach.
I took the opportunity to whisper in my husband’s ear, “I’m sleeping with her tonight.” He simply nodded.
Linnie saw them first. A couple, maybe in their late twenties or early thirties, was walking toward us. He was around six feet tall, with long, shoulder length black hair and enough stubble to look sexy, but what stood out—and no doubt had caught Linnie’s attention—was that he had the thickest cock I’d ever seen. Though uncircumcised, the sheer size of his glans penis seemed to overwhelm his foreskin. Once I saw it, I couldn’t pull my eyes from the thing. The woman was at least a foot shorter, and very curvy, with thick, muscled thighs that suggested she’d been a gymnast.
Linnie moaned as she stared at him. The man heard her, faced her and smiled. I seized the opportunity to invite them to join us.
He was Raul and she was Maria. They had enough Hispanic blood in their veins to be considered as such, but their English was unaccented enough to pique my curiosity to ask where they were from. We casually exchanged information about ourselves, all the while Linnie failed to hide her interest—and arousal—in the man.
On the large beach blanket, Maria sat beside me while Raul sat opposite us and next to Linnie. The conversation between Raul and Linnie was so patently sexual that I looked at Maria to see how she was reacting. Instead of anger, she smiled and whispered in my ear, “Your daughter is showing her willingness so eagerly to my husband. Raul and I love each other greatly, but he cannot resist the charms of eager young girls, so I have resigned myself to that fact.”
I turned and whispered back, “She isn’t our daughter. She is a family friend we invited along on this vacation. My child is over there,” I said, pointing out Joey.
“He is too young to be her lover,” she said, which was both a statement and a question.
“You are correct,” I said.
“Then…?”
“She is quite sexually active, but free to be with whomever she pleases.”
“Would you allow her to be with Raul?”
“Would you?”
“Yes”
Still speaking in whispers so Joe wouldn’t hear, I said “What about you, Maria? Are you free to indulge in the same way as your husband?”
She was looking at my breasts when she throatily said “Yes.”
By this time Raul still didn’t know what Linnie was to us, so still thinking she was our daughter, he sheepishly looked at Joe when Linnie put her hand between his thighs and began caressing his cock. Raul then glanced across to his wife and me. We simply smiled back as if to say ‘that’s your problem.’ Raul handled the ‘problem’ by inviting Linnie into the water. As they darted past, many women stopped to look at the thick, bobbing, semi-erect penis go by, nicely attached to a handsome young man. As the two of them played in the surf, it required no imagination to know what was going on below the waves.
Linnie must have filled Raul in on the arrangement while they were together in the water. Whether she made an outright proposition I’d have to wait to find out later. Joey joined us, and regaled our new friends with candid talk of what he found attractive in each girl on the beach—old and young.
“Wow, that’s pretty big,” Joey said to Raul. “Is it better to be real fat like yours or to be real long like my Dad’s?”
Before Raul could answer, Maria laughed and said, “Both are nice to have in their own way.”
I said, “I think you’ll take after your father.”
“Long is cool!” Joey said, which got us all laughing.
We went through another anointing round of sunscreen. Joey gleefully oiled me and Maria up, spending an inordinate amount of time on our breasts, while Raul and Joe worked on Linnie until she could barely breathe. We sunbathed for a while more until Maria suggested lunch. I suggested that afterwards we go to our hotel room. The men were particularly fond of that idea.
By the time we made it to the hotel room, Linnie and Raul were so horny they may have fucked in the hallway if we failed to get the door open in time. We’d picked up some liquor and cheap champagne along the way, which was opened and poured as soon as we were inside. Maria openly went for Joe as I joined Linnie in seeking out Raul’s attention—and his thick manhood; like on the beach, it didn’t take us long to shed our clothes.
The strangest thing happened when Raul noticed Joey watching with an erection. He smiled and invited Joey to join us. Was Raul bisexual, liking girls and boys? I felt uncomfortable even as I longed to try out his cock, so I moved away and joined Joe and Maria on the other bed. Maria left no doubt she was bisexual, attacking both Joe and me with equal sexual vigor. Maria was devouring my pussy as Joe was licking hers.
“It’s too big…don’t! Take it out!” Linnie cried suddenly. Raul was trying to ease her mind as well as her vagina, keeping his cock’s massive head between her labia as he spoke soothing words. It proved to be a wasted effort. No sooner did he try to enter her again, even with a good dollop of lubricant, she cried out in pain. For a guy who seemed to like them young, Raul’s dick was way too big to penetrate them. I was afraid that he’d force himself on her, but instead he laid on his back, and with more curiosity than anything else, both kids played with his thick, swollen cock.
Joe fucked Maria doggie style with gusto as she had her head between my wet, splayed thighs. Maria proved to be a very loud cummer, and then I followed her into every woman’s promised land of orgasm.
In the meantime, Raul kept up a steady conversation with Joey on the joys of gay sex while Linnie stroked and kissed Raul’s cock. Joey seemed quite animated, probably weighing and considering this new sexual information. When Raul groaned that he was about to cum, Linnie and Joey crowded his cock and got sprayed with several healthy shots of hot cum—my son’s first facial.
Joey and Linnie were so hot by then that it was natural for my son to hump the young girl while Raul looked on approvingly. Raul looked over at Joe and me on the other bed and whispered, “But he is so young…” They were both young, yet miraculously (especially for Joey) they climaxed together, Joey quite thrilled by Linnie’s orgasmic wail.
Raul had been focused on Joey’s ass as he fucked Linnie, and he grew hard again. His rapid recuperation was great, but he wasn’t going to fuck my son’s way-too-tight asshole. “No,” I hissed as Raul put a hand on each of Joey’s cheeks and zeroed in. Maria scolded him too, and he sheepishly let go of my son.
I said, “I’m not a kid, but why don’t you fuck me with that thing?”
And that’s what he did.
Whether or not Raul desired fucking an adult woman any less that a young boy, he remained engorged to his full, magnificent girth. I got on hands and knees and he took me doggie style without hesitation. I thought, no wonder Linnie couldn’t take him; he stretched my vagina walls far beyond what I would’ve thought possible. I came almost immediately and didn’t stop. Through the haze of the exhilarating, near-perpetual g-spot orgasm (at least while Raul was still penetrating me) I realized I had an audience. Linnie and Joey remained close by, staring intently, while Maria and Joe stopped fooling around and watched from the other bed.
I never realized how much noise I’d made until Joe told me all about it later.
We showered individually or in pairs before leaving the hotel room and returning to the beach. Back on the nude beach, I wondered how many people looked at us and knew we’d just had orgiastic sex. Maria and Raul made their good-byes and walked away. We never saw them again.
Joey lay next to me on the beach blanket while Joe and Linnie went into the water. Joey said, “Was he really gonna put it in my butt?” I explained as delicately as I could how gay sex worked. Afterwards, he said “I think I like girls.” Should I have felt guilty for being relieved by his statement?
While the four of us sunbathed and no one was around to overhear us, we shared our views on all our recent sexual experiences. Linnie was quite sparkling in her admiration for us and what we’d introduced her to. As her young body bronzed under the Caribbean sun, I told her it was us who were thankful for her coming into our lives like this.
We met many people on the friendly beach, though no more shared our beds. Our sleep pairings changed based on mood. I got to have Linnie as many times as my men. Half asleep, Joey tried to fuck me one night but I stopped him, figuring he was still too young for that level of excitement.
Almost automatically, for the rest of the week Linnie checked out every man who walked passed us. A few times the men stirred her enough that I saw telltale trickles of pussy juice on her young, inner thighs.
And for the rest of the week—God bless his little heart—my prepubescent son walked around with a perpetual hard-on.
…to be continued
…someday
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