A teenage girl is taking on the summer hitchhiking challenge. Armed with only her sundress and her phone, she is ready to face whatever encounters await her.
Chapter 5: The lady and her dog
She was recording another street view for her TikTok when a mountain of black fur nearly smote her. A big Newfoundland dog jumped around her excitedly, wagging his tail like a fan, happy to meet a new friend.
“Haha! Doggy! See who I’ve just met!” Sel recorded him, then hid her phone and buried her fingers into the black fur, scratching his big head and tugging on his ears. The dog barked deafeningly and rushed to kiss her.
“Haha! Stop it! Eeew!” she laughed and tried to push him away, shielding her face from his flappy, slimy tongue. The dog wasn’t deterred; he simply shifted his affection to her chest, slobbering all over the front of her sundress, leaving a broad wet patch. Then he leaned on his front paws and switched to her legs that still had trickles of the boys’ cum on them. Sel giggled.
The dog danced around her, then stood on his rear paws and put his front ones on her shoulders. She nearly collapsed under his weight, laughing. Then she saw his penis – fully erect, it reminded her of a thick red pastel pencil, the size of a grown man’s – unsheathing from the fur, and poking at her leg. A sharp thrill shot through her, hot and immediate.
“Goliath! Down! Bad dog!” A woman’s sharp, reprimanding voice cut through the air. A tall, slender woman in a stylish dress jogged towards them, with a leash in her hand, her face a mask of maternal concern and embarrassment. The dog, Goliath, obediently dropped back to all fours, his tail still thumping a happy rhythm against the wet cobblestones.
“I am so, so sorry! He’s usually so friendly with everyone, but sometimes he gets a bit… overexcited,” the woman apologized, reaching for the dog’s collar. “He didn’t hurt you, did he?”
“No, I’m fine! He’s a good boy! I love dogs! We were just playing!” Sel’s lips curled in a roguish grin. “I saw he got… very friendly.” She made a quick flick of her glance downwards at the still partially unsheathed red dick.
“Oh, okay!” She clipped the leash to the dog’s collar. “Sorry again. I still owe you an apology.”
“No apologies!” Sel grinned. “But if you insist, I won’t turn down a lunch!”
“No problem!” The woman smirked. She was older than Sel thought at first, possibly in her late thirties, with sharp, intelligent, brown eyes and high cheekbones, her dark hair piled elegantly on top of her head. A thin silver chain glinted around her neck. A lady of good taste, with the kind of effortless, natural grace that hinted of old money. “How about going to my place? I have some excellent homemade soup, and it’s raining. We’ll have some lunch, and your dress will be dry, too. I’m Camilla.”
“Would be lovely!” Sel beamed. “Lead on! I’m Sel.”
Her house, or more a small mansion with an immaculate garden, was one of a few such estates hidden behind a discreet row of antique shops. They entered a quiet hallway paved with marble and decorated with a mix of antique and contemporary art. The woman led her into a bright kitchen with a view of the private garden. Sel could afford to get used to this. The woman poined Sel to the seat and started heating the soup. The dog drank loudly from his bowl and lay down in a corner.
“Who are you, Sel?” asked Camilla, serving the table for them both. “I never saw you around.”
“I’m on my summer challenge trip!” Sel explained, taking the spoon and the bread. The food smelled wonderful. Her belly growled. Goliath raised his ear. “Sometimes hitchhiking, sometimes walking, you know… All around the country.”
“Wow!” Camilla joined her. “And where are your things?”
“That’s all I have! Just my dress and my phone, barefoot and free!” Sel realized she was quite hungry, but tried to keep her manners and ate slowly.
Camilla whistled. “You are a very brave girl! Traveling on your own, with nothing!” She shook her head. “I would not dare.”
“I make my way, haha! People help me when I need them,” Sel said with a mysterious smirk, and winked.
They ate in silence for a few minutes. Camilla observed the girl. Sel was a fascinating creature – a wild, carefree thing, with an almost feral grace. There was a hardness in her hazel eyes, a knowingness that belied her years. And she carried no trace of fear or self-consciousness in her half-nudity. She was so at home in her own skin, so completely… herself.
“Tell me more about yourself, Sel.”
Sel smiled. “There is a lot to tell! Or not at all… I have a page on TikTok, and the more explicit one on OnlyFans; I publish my travel diary there. If you are interested, you can search for ‘SunSel’. You know, like Sel and sunshine.”
Camilla raised an eyebrow but said nothing. A faint smile played on her lips. When they finished eating, she took the empty bowls to the corner where Goliath happily began cleaning them up, then turned to face Sel.
“Let me repay you for my dog’s… exuberance. And for the lunch. Let me show you some real hospitality,” she purred. “And besides, that dress could use a wash.”
“Oh, no problem! I wash in the lakes and rivers when I pass by. But if you insist, I’d be very grateful!” Sel pulled off her sundress and handed it to Camilla.
Camilla’s gaze took its sweet time, a slow, deliberate inspection of Sel’s body, from her freckled shoulders, down over her small, high breasts, to the flat plain of her stomach, her tanned, strong legs, her dirty bare feet. This wasn’t the appraising stare of a man nor the simple curiosity of the other girls Sel had met. Camilla stared with a calculating glance and thoughtful consideration. But she said nothing.
“And how do you live? You have a really nice house!” Sel said when Camilla returned from the humming washing machine. She changed into a soft homegown that emphasized her curves.
“Yeah!” Camilla poured them tea and brought cookies. “It’s my parents’ one. My sister has inherited another one, by the sea, and I chose to live here, where everything reminds me of them.”
“Oh… are they dead? I’m sorry.”
“No problem, it’s history already. And I have Goliath.” Camilla smiled and put her chin on her hands. “My parents loved dogs; they had lots of them. They never locked the doors. Never had to, you see.”
“Either you’re welcome here, or it’s your own fault?” Sel giggled.
“Yes, you understand!” Camilla nodded. “So I get you. Anissa and I practically grew up in the pack of dogs, running and playing with them almost naked, in the dirt, and often slept together.”
Goliath came over and lay down next to them, weighing down their legs with his body. Camilla lowered her arm and began scratching his head, while Sel stroked him with her bare feet.
Camilla looked at her, and a strange smile played at her lips.
“I haven’t told anyone, but I think you’ll understand. As you might have guessed, the dogs were our first fuck buddies. We had no boyfriends yet, so our pack became our boys.”
Sel blinked. Is she telling me this right now?
“Wow,” she whispered. “And what did your parents say? Your mom?”
Camilla laughed. “They were totally okay with that! They said it’s only natural! My mom let our dogs fuck her all the time, so my father didn’t have much to worry about. They were naturists and libertines – you know what it means?” Sel nodded. “The house was a small oasis of all kinds of love.”
“And where is your sister now?” Sel asked, her heart pounding.
“Oh, Anissa! She is a famous star in… some very special films. With dogs! She lives by the sea in our parents’ house, making these porn films in her own private studio with her own small doggy harem! People love her! She uses her name, Anissa.”
“Wow,” Sel repeated. She was truly fascinated. “I heard about dog fucking, but I have never seen…” Her mind was racing.
Camilla smiled. “I think we have something in common, Sel. What do your parents say about traveling alone and nearly naked, and— earning help from people you meet?”
Sel giggled. “You got it! My mom is a slut too, she doesn’t mind. She just wants me to have fun! My father… let’s say he knew he was marrying a whore, and he was okay with that. They are also okay with me fucking with my brothers.”
Camilla nodded. “So there are two quite unusual sluts in this house!” She followed Sel’s look, her smile knowing and languid. “Goliath is different,” she murmured, her voice dropping to a huskier register. She gently pushed the dog, and he rolled on his back, presenting his belly. She ran her hand over the soft, black fur, then down the inside of one powerful, muscled hind leg. His red tip was peeking out again, pulsing gently. “He is not just a pet. He is a companion. A soul.”
Her finger traced the delicate outline of his emerging cock. “He understands me, and I him. Our connection is deeper than you can imagine. Men come and go, and he remains. It’s such a shame that big dogs don’t live very long. I’ll definitely get some puppies when he starts to get older. It’s not something I’ve ever shared with anyone outside of my sister.” She looked at Sel, her eyes dark and unreadable. “Would you like… to meet him, properly?”
The air in the bright, clean kitchen crackled. The steady hum of the washing machine switched to the spin cycle. Sel’s heart raced, and she felt familiar warmth in her lower abdomen. She licked her lips and looked into Camilla’s eyes.
“I— would love to! Will you let me? Will you guide me? I never before…”
“Of course!” Camilla stood up, took Sel’s hand, and they both stepped to where Goliath lay contentedly on the polished floor, a dark, furry island in a sea of sunlight.
“He will love you. He loves all girls.”
Camilla knelt, pulling Sel down beside her. The warmth of the dog’s body radiated against them. Camilla guided Sel’s hand to the dog’s sheath. “Touch him gently. Let him know you’re a friend.”
Sel did, her fingers tracing the velvety fur, feeling the firm, hot flesh beneath. Goliath responded with a soft, happy pant. Camilla took her other hand and guided it under the dog’s belly.
“That’s right… Get to know him,” Camilla’s voice was a whisper.
“Should I…?”
“Yes, sweetie. Kiss him there.” She gently but firmly pushed Sel’s head down toward the dog’s groin. “He’s waiting for you. He’ll know what you are up to.”
Goliath’s tail thumped a happy, rhythmic beat against the floor. He smelled of wet dog and the clean, earthy scent of the rain outside. Sel looked at the hard, red, glistening penis that had extended from its sheath, big and thick as a man’s one, although without the glans at the end. She took a breath and took it in her mouth.
It tasted not like human ones. It tasted of something wild and animal. Goliath didn’t move; he only panted deeper. Sel’s head buzzed with forbidden thrill. This was a whole new frontier.
Camilla watched them, an expression of profound satisfaction on her face. “Isn’t it wonderful, Sel? To find that kind of kindred spirit?” She stood up and pulled Sel up. “Come to my bedroom. I have the proper setup there.”
Goliath followed them, pushing his nose between Sel’s legs. He knew that familiar scent. He pushed it into Sel’s pussy and began licking it.
“Mmm… Wow… He’s… kissing… me…” She giggled.
“He does this a lot! Come, follow me; he’ll follow!”
The bedroom was large and airy, with a huge bed piled with dark velvet cushions. One wall was covered by a massive, full-length mirror. Camilla pointed to the plush ottoman in the center of the room. “It’s the right height for him. Put this on.” She handed Sel a short sleeveless tarpaulin jacket.
“What’s that?”
“He may scratch your back when he gets excited.”
“A-ah… Okay…”She put on the jacket, then stopped. “Shit! I almost forgot!” She handed Camilla her phone. “Record me, please. Record it all. For my OnlyFans!”
“You got it. Now, on your hands and knees, Sel. Like this.” She demonstrated, kneeling with her stomach on the ottoman, arching her back slightly, presenting herself to the dog. “He knows this signal. Trust me. He knows what this is. Haha, Goliath, stop it! It won’t be me this time!”
Sel’s mind was a whirlwind of curiosity and a jolt of fear. But she was Sel. She lived for new experiences. She obeyed, positioning herself, her tanned, naked body a stark contrast against the dark fur of the dog. The floor was cool against her palms and knees. She could see her own reflection and Camilla’s in the giant mirror, and Goliath behind herself, a trinity of the bodies waiting for something ancient and raw.
Goliath padded forward, his claws clicking softly on the hardwood floor. He nudged her with his wet nose, sniffing her thoroughly again, and then mounted her, powerful forelegs wrapping around her slender waist. His weight was immense, a solid, furry press that pinned her down, stole her breath.
The suddenness of it was a jolt. This was no clumsy fumbling of boys, no patient lover’s entry, no foreplay. This was a primal, instinctual joining. Goliath’s hips thrust forward, blindly seeking, then found. He drove into her with a single, powerful thrust. There was a brief, sharp sting, but no real pain. She really was well stretched and prepared.
His thrusts were a frantic, piston-like rhythm, a world away from any human lover’s, more like a fucking machine she tried several times. But he was alive. Each impact sent a wave through her, shaking her whole body. She moaned, feeling the approach of her orgasm, but this fierce fucking lasted just a few minutes. And then came the strangest sensation of all. His cock in her vagina began to swell, a bulge growing larger and larger, locking them together. It stretched her from the inside, a peculiar pressure that was at once alarming and intensely stimulating. He was tied to her. They were one single, panting, animal organism.
Sel moaned louder. She was fingered hundreds of times, but she never tried fisting, and Goliath’s knot was larger than a man’s fist! She felt the tight, stretching burn at the base of his shaft as it pressed deeper, filling her completely.
“It’s called a knot,” Camilla whispered, her voice a husky caress, from her chair near the ottoman. “It’s to ensure all of the… essence… stays inside. So the chances are higher. The male can’t pull out until the knot goes down. He’ll be inside you for at least fifteen minutes. Doesn’t that feel… wild?”
“It… it’s…” Sel panted, her arms shaking as she tried to hold her position. The pressure was immense. Her pussy had become the tight, hot center of her universe. “It feels… full. So… so full…”
Goliath turned and stood butt to butt with her. The knot turned inside her, and this was the last straw. Sel shuddered and cried in orgasm.
She felt the hot spill of his cum inside her. It was not like a man, a series of pulses. It was a flood, a continuous, warm stream that seemed to go on forever, filling her, seeping into every crevice of her being. This sensation, more than anything, triggered her second orgasm. It wasn’t the screaming, thrashing climax of the gangbang, but a deeper, all-consuming wave. Her whole body tensed, then shuddered from head to toe, a long, rolling tremor of pure animal pleasure.
Goliath stood still, panting heavily behind her, a warm, furry blanket, a living anchor. Sel rested her forehead on her forearms, her breath coming in ragged sobs of exertion and euphoria. Time ceased to have meaning. The room was reduced to the sound of their combined breathing— and to Camilla’s moans. She took off her homegown and sat naked in her armchair, masturbating wildly with the big dildo that had a bulb on the top. They all were animals in the quiet, mirrored room, caught in the throes of a pleasure as old as life itself. Sel’s phone rested on the table, recording everything.
Slowly, Sel became aware of things again. The pattern of the embroidery on the velvet cushions. The faint, sweet smell of Camilla’s perfume mingling with the musky, doggy smell. The long, lazy scratch of her own nails against the ottoman’s fabric as she unconsciously clutched it.
The pressure inside her began to subside, a slow, gradual release. Goliath’s knot was going down. She felt him shift, a tug, and then he slid out of her with a wet, soft gush of cum that pooled on the floor beneath her. A profound emptiness replaced the fullness, a feeling of sudden loss. She felt sore, raw, and wonderfully, thoroughly used.
Goliath gave a gentle lick at the small of her back, a tender post-coital grooming, then padded to the corner, lay down, and began to clean himself.
Sel tried to push herself up, but her arms felt like jelly. She managed to roll onto her side, a boneless, sprawling mess. She looked at her own reflection. Her face was flushed, her eyes wide and dark, the eyes of the satisfied animal.
“Aaahhh… Stay there…” Camilla shuddered in a short orgasm and knelt by her. With her swift, strong tongue, she began licking the dog’s sperm out of Sel’s stretched hole. “My beautiful little bitch… You enjoyed this, right?” She didn’t wait for an answer. “The world thinks it’s wrong, you know. A girl like you should be scared. But it feels so right, doesn’t it? To be taken by something so… natural. So powerful.”
Sel could only nod, her throat too tight for words. The warmth of Camilla’s tongue was a delicate counterpoint to the burning ache Goliath had left behind. She watched Camilla’s bobbing dark head in the mirror, a woman possessed by a primal hunger. In that mirror she met her own gaze, recognizing the stranger in her own skin. That was a new Sel, now. Not just a cock-hungry teen slut, but a she-wolf.
When she was finished, Camilla crawled onto the ottoman and spooned behind Sel, her soft curves fitting perfectly against Sel’s smaller frame. She wrapped an arm around Sel’s waist, her hand resting low on her belly, as if protecting the precious cargo Goliath had deposited there. Sel pressed back into the embrace, absorbing her older lover’s lingering warmth. The world outside, with its rules and its judgments, could wait.
“The washing is finished,” Camilla whispered into her ear, then bit it playfully. “But… would you mind spending a night with me? I hope you love women, because I do! And Goliath can fuck us for several more times; we could take turns with him…”
“Oh…” Sel shuddered and smiled. “Ha! Of course, Camilla! I’d love that! I never did it with a dog, and that was just… wow. And with you… I’d like to taste you, and to see you, and to make you come… This could be an interesting… experience.”
“Great!” Camilla giggled. “And you should taste Goliath’s cum, too!”
And there was the evening, and the night of the primal love between two women and one dog. It was the symphony. Camilla taught Sel the secrets of Goliath’s desires. “Yes, girl, that’s it. Scratch him just there, behind the ears, while you work the tip. See how he likes it?”
Sel learned the best angle to take his magnificent red shaft, and she watched Camilla convulsing with the Goliath’s knot within her, and drank dog’s sperm from her pussy – it tasted not like a human one, a bit sour, but she liked it. And then they had each other, long, unhurried hours of kissing and licking in Camilla’s big bed, smelling of sweat, perfume, and dog. Sel learned to find this special little spot deep in Camilla’s cunt, just behind her pelvic bone, that made her older lover arch her back, moaning helplessly.
Camilla, in turn, explored the slender, freckled landscape of Sel’s body as an artist. The girl was all wiry muscle and delicate skin, and Camilla traced every inch with her fingers and tongue. Then she taught Sel fisting, and the girl could not stop exploding from it.
In one small break, when they rested, legs tangled, breathing each other’s breath, they showed each other the best of their OnlyFans. Camilla was absolutely stunning with Goliath and a pack of other big dogs, all well-groomed. She was clearly an animal in these videos. And even Camilla gasped when she saw Sel stretched by the machine tentacles, and her gangbang with the three rock musicians. “Girl… We’re two sides of the same coin, only your world is made of people, and my world is made of animals. We should make a joint video!”
“Camilla, we have one already!” Sel laughed. “Several of them, actually!” She was content. She loved her world of humans, and she had discovered the world of dogs.
They woke up late in the morning. The sunlight streamed through the big windows, dust motes dancing in its golden beams. They had a slow sex, then a breakfast together, then they kissed, and Sel departed, feeling that she had found a very special kindred spirit.
As Sel walked to the town edge, her phone rang.
“Hi Mom! I’m okay! And how are you?”
“I’m great, dear.” She heard a smile in her mother’s voice. “I worked as a shibari model tonight. You know, the kind of session where they not only tie up the girls but also let everyone fuck them. You would have loved the atmosphere! Did you eat well, dear? Are you safe?”
“I’m fine, Mom! Yes, I had a great lunch yesterday; the owner of a great house fed me. She even washed my dress! So I’m fine!” She giggled. “Have you seen my latest OnlyFans already?”
A short pause. “Yes, I have! A— dog? You keep amazing me! You’re really an unstoppable hurricane! Did you enjoy it?”
“So much, Mom! I never tried it before! She had an amazing house and a dog, and it all was so new and… real! You should try too, maybe one day! Mooom! Let’s get a dog!”
Laughter. “Let’s talk about it when you return home. Maybe. But it’s you who will be walking him out!”
“Haha, okay!”
“Now go and enjoy yourself. This is more important! Love you!”
“Love you too!”
***
“Hi, Sel’s here! It’s the last week of my journey! I’m heading home! So, as you see, it’s quite possible! I challenge you – all of you, especially girls! – to try and live at least a week like me. It may surprise you! Barefoot and without underwear, letting everyone to have sex with you! The whole country is your playground if you only dare! So that’s it, I’m turning toward home now! Thank you to all who supported me – by a lift, by a dinner, by an incredible fuck!”
She made the short TikTok video while walking down the highway. The air was heavy with the promise of an oncoming storm. She posted it, and then called home.
“Hi Mom! I’m turning home! Wait for me in a week or so!”
“Glad to hear it, dear! We missed you! Watching you online is one thing, and hugging you is another! Tim and Mike can’t wait for you!”
Sel laughed. “They’ll be surprised when they see me! Okay, bye! Love you!”
“Love you, Sel!”
She smiled to herself, walking down the roadside. Those three months changed her. Her body, while still slender, took on strength and unmistakable feminine curves, her breasts now a bit larger, her hips and belly fuller with womanly grace. The endless walking made her legs shapely, and her feet firm and strongd, and her holes durable and insatiable. She was no longer just a precocious teen; she was a seasoned traveler, a nomad who had tasted all the flavors of the country.
But the main changes occurred inside her. At the beginning, it was only a reckless challenge, a bold dare to herself. Now she had discovered a new, wilder world around her. With dozens of men, boys, women, girls – and dogs, too – she had learned to read the subtle languages of desire and power. With each new encounter, she had shed another layer of fear and inhibition, replacing it with the hard, iridescent sheen of self-knowledge. She was confident. She was content. She knew who she was.
She chuckled, remembering some of the wildest encounters. Like riding in a military truck with three dozen army men, young, strong, and heavily abstinent of sex. They passed her from hand to hand, like a fucktoy, and she was happily moaning when each one shot his cums into her pussy, her ass, or her mouth. Or the weekend spent in a lesbian nude hippie commune, a beautiful blur of soft flesh, weed smoke, and whispered secrets. She found the gentle, tender love there was just as potent as the rough, urgent fucking of the bikers. Or…
Sel saw another truck slowing. A middle-aged driver, a kind face, short hair greying at the temples. She stuck out her thumb. The window rolled down. The driver took a quick, lingering look at her freckles, then her bare feet, then her exposed muscular legs. She could see the questions and desires swirling behind his tired, kind eyes.
“Where are you heading, little one?” He had a quiet, calm voice.
“North! Towards home!”
“And where is home?” the driver smiled.
“A small town up the river, maybe you’ve heard of it, Redwood Creek.”
“I know that town!” He beamed. “My sister’s cousin’s husband lives there. Hop in! There’s space in the cabin, or you can have a nap in the sleeper cab if you are tired. I’m heading in that direction, so I’ll drive you for about a hundred miles.”
“Great!”
She climbed in.
“By the way,” she said innocently when the truck gained speed. “I have a tradition. I like to pay for the lift.”
The driver looked at her and smiled a knowing smile. “I have a wife and three grown-up kids.”
“And so what?” Sel asked, her tongue a little more daring now. “She doesn’t have to know.”
The driver thought about it for a long minute, looking at the road. “Never cheated in thirty years. But…” He sighed. “If you’d give me a blowjob, I wouldn’t resist.”
“A blowjob it is! Then we are settled! And thank you for your hospitality!”
She laughed happily, turning back into the carefree teenager. She knew he wouldn’t be able to stop after the blowjob.
And she loved it.
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