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Holiday By The Sea 1988
by Rachel Childs (rach_childs@hotmail.com)
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A young girl stays at the seaside with her Father and
becomes the victim of deviant sex. (M/f-teen, ped,
reluc, voy, beast)
***
Bert and Elsie Harding ran this rather seedy private
hotel just off the seafront on Hayling Island which is
near Portsmouth in the UK. The house was large and
impressive from the outside, Elsie had inherited it
from her Father after his death. There was not enough
money to be earned in the short holiday season to give
a good living and keep the house kept as well as it
should be, so it became more shabby year on year. This
hurt Elsie but Bert wasn't worried as the house was in
her name anyway, and she did the cooking and the
bookings, his function was more that of a porter and
general handyman, but it suited him.
It was April 1988, just another morning in the Harding
establishment and they were on their second cup of
morning tea when the phone rang.
"Helloo," Elsie said in her falsely posh accent, Bert
sat and heard another booking being made.
"And how old is your daughter?" there was a pause. "She
is sixteen, so you will need two rooms then?" another
pause "I have a nice room on the first floor
overlooking the sea and another at the end of the
hallway, but it hasn't got a sea view," another pause.
"No sorry I haven't got any adjoining rooms, not even
two together," she lied, she had but Bert hadn't
decorated them yet and she couldn't rely on him getting
them done by next month. "Yes Mr. Childs I will reserve
those two for you, until next month then, Yes look
forward to seeing you and your daughter."
Bert's ears pricked up, the thoughts of skimpy bikinis
came to his mind, bursting little breast buds, tight
little bum cheeks.
"Another booking?" he asked casually.
"Yes, pity you didn't get the rooms finished like you
promised, but I can put the girl in No.6 and the Father
in No.10, so please make sure everything works, you
listening to me Bert?"
"Yes Dear, don't start, I'll get onto it now," he
replied getting up from the table.
He ambled along to No.6 and looked in, not much needed
doing here he thought, then as he turned to leave, it
occurred to him that the unfinished room was next to
it, a stud wall too, and the seed of a wicked plan was
sowed in his sexually deviant mind.
He and Elsie had long since stopped having sex, ever
since Charlie had arrived. Charlie and Elsie had become
close, mainly with the encouragement of Bert. Elsie was
a good looking woman with large firm breasts and a very
pretty face and he loved to watch as Charlie pleased
her. Bert was a handsome man at one time but he didn't
bother with himself now, what for? he thought to
himself, she wasn't interested, and Charlie was there
to satisfy all her needs. He had watched them at the
start of it all, with her agreement of course and he
had to say Charlie's enthusiasm had never wavered, much
to Elsie's delight.
A month passed quickly and on the allotted day Mr.
Childs arrived with his daughter Rachel. Bert looked
from behind the curtains as Elsie went out to welcome
them . The man looked very well to do he thought and
when he saw the daughter emerge from the car he felt a
feeling that he hadn't felt for a long time. She was
tall slim and extremely pretty with long dark hair, her
breasts were small but well formed and when she leaned
over to get her case from the boot he could see that
she had the most perfect bottom, round and full,, he
licked his lips as he dropped the curtain and hurried
outside to help carry the cases.
"Please let me carry those," he said as he arrived
before them. The girl turned to look at him and he was
struck by her large brown eyes and the hint of a
tantalizing smile on her lips.
"This is my husband Bert," Elsie said.
Bert nodded to the man and smiled at the girl, then he
hurried inside to put the cases in the correct rooms,
he wanted to make sure that the girl's cases were
placed in No.6, it was important to him to make sure of
it.
Rachel looked round the room and smiled, she liked it.
She inspected the shower, it looked new, Bert had
finished it a few months before and re-tiled, he had
also completely re-decorated the room, and fitted the
mirrors. She looked out of the window onto the side
lawn of the house, not a sea view but if she craned her
neck she could just see the beach at the front of the
house. As she stood looking out and across to the small
park where two girls were playing tennis, she became
aware of a movement in the garden as a large golden
labrador pushed its way between two shrubs, sniffing
along the ground. She didn't know it then but his name
was Charlie.
A few days passed by pretty uneventfully for Rachel and
her Father, their first real holiday together, they
walked the beach in the early morning and late evening
and visited a few local tourist places of interest, the
weather then turned hot and Rachel spent most of the
day on the beach.
For Bert, nothing could have been different and much to
Elsie's surprise he seemed very keen on the decorating
and interested even in new guests, he even insisted on
doing two rooms at once but unknown to her it was his
way of splitting time between the two rooms just to
make sure that he was doing No5 when Rachel was in No6.
He now entered that room with his heart racing and head
pounding as he removed the picture from the adjoining
wall to expose the one inch hole he had cut in the
plasterboard. Nothing could be seen from the other side
as the hole was behind the mirror over the small wash
basin and sitting on a tall stool he could spy on
Rachel when she came back from the beach now, usually
at about 5.30, a quick shower and rest, then dressed
for dinner at 6:45. This day was like the others and
Bert was sat waiting for the sounds of her arrival, he
looked at his watch and then heard the front door go,
Elsie call out 'hello', the footsteps up the stairs and
along the corridor and then as in a play.
Rachel entered far left, walked across to the bed,
slung her beach bag onto a chair and quickly became
naked and disappeared into the shower. It all happened
so quickly for Bert but he was still able each time to
see and appreciate just a little more of her young firm
body, the dark triangle of hair she had at the top of
her legs, the way she shook her hair free from her hair
band, the wobble of her breasts as she shook her head,
and the spring in her walk that made her bum cheeks
roll.
He sat waiting for her to emerge again, his hand in his
fly, pulling out his penis already half erect and sat
working it while he waited, then she emerged with a
towel wrapped around herself, stood drying herself,
then walking over to the mirror, looking in it at him,
but of course she couldn't see, pulling faces into the
mirror, drying her breasts, looking at herself, lifting
one then the other to his delight. She walked away over
to the bed, her bottom moving deliciously, his penis
now very hard in his hand, then she bent over to dry
her legs, her pubes appeared from between her cheeks,
the dark slit of her entrance below the small pink
puckered hole, and then with that image he exploded,
his semen squirting up against the wall, a grimace on
his face.
In life nothing stays the same for long and one day
Rachel's Father received a phone call summoning him
back to work but it was arranged that Rachel would stay
in their care until he could return, and then the
weather changed and became unsettled and wet. Rachel
could not go to the beach and had started to take
Charlie for walks in the park, Charlie was an
intelligent dog and when it came to 'walkies' time
which was about 3 in the afternoon he would get his
lead and go up to get Rachel from her room. And so it
was this day that Charlie seized his lead between his
teeth, trotted up the stairs to Rachel's room and
scratched at the door as Bert was filling holes in the
wall of No.5 and Rachel was resting on the bed reading.
Bert stopped and listened and heard voices, removed the
picture quietly and put his eye to the hole. Rachel had
let Charlie into the room and was talking to him.
"Oh Charlie, not today 'cos it's pouring with rain,"
she said. He looked up at her, tail wagging and still
made for the door. Bert smiled to himself, Rachel sat
on the bed in just her T-shirt and knickers looking at
Charlie, then he dropped the lead as if understanding
and walked across to her. She stroked his head and he
rested it on her knee and he whined. She repeated her
explanation in a silly voice the way people do to
animals and babies, and as she did so he licked her
lips as she spoke. She did not seem too pleased and got
up and washed it in the wash basin in front of Bert,
then she jumped, for a moment Bert thought that she had
seen him through the mirror but then he saw that
Charlie was behind her, and Charlie in his doggie view
of the world had done what he often did to Elsie,
licked her bottom.
There was a look of shock, turning into amusement on
Rachel's face, and to Bert's astonishment and delight
she leaned over the basin once more and allowed Charlie
to lick her there again. Bert looked into that lovely
face, the eyes showing the delight she felt with this
newly found game and the mounting desire shown in it.
Rachel stood up and then walked over to the door and
locked it, she then walked over to the bed, all the
time Charlie standing watching her, she removed her
knickers sat on the bed and called him over, he went
over and stood looking at her, she at him. Bert smiled
thinking to himself 'you won't have to show him what to
do my girl' and he looked with glee at her as she
hesitantly opened her thighs and Charlie just went
straight in there and started to lick her.
He saw her gasped as she watched him with glazed eyes
and then just lay back and let him do it, she started
to squirm and writhe as he brought her to orgasm,
lifting her bottom off the bed so he could do his
magic, and then slammed shut her thighs as she could
take no more. Bert had his erect member in his hand,
stroking as he watched through the spy hole. She lay
there for a while and then sat up, looking down at
Charlie, Charlie looked up at her and Bert realised
that he probably thought that the second course was
about to be asked for, the bit when he mounted her and
had his own pleasure, he could see from his vantage
point that Charlie was ready, his penis now full and
ready for his onslaught although this could not be seen
by the girl, not until he put his front paws on the bed
that is.
The girl's face was a picture as she saw the whole
affair, she cried out, then clapped her hand over her
mouth, a mixture between shock horror, fear and
amazement. Her eyes were nearly popping out of her head
as she saw his erection and looked about her as if to
ensure no one was watching her, little did she know.
Bert watched with bated breath, his erection really
hard now with expectation. Slowly her hand stretched
out and she touched it as if it was a snake that might
bite her, then she felt it gingerly, gaining courage
she held it but let go quickly as he started to pump
into her hand. She looked at the hand that held it and
put it under her nose to smell it, her expression
showed she didn't think it too bad, then she got up and
came over to the mirror and washed her hands, Bert
could see that they were shaking and her face was
flushed.
Suddenly he heard someone on the stairs and quickly
replaced the picture, and pushing his thick penis back
into his pants, a moment later Elsie appeared with a
cup of tea for him.
"Oh you are getting on well," she said looking about
with a pleased expression on her face. "Have you seen
Charlie about?" she asked.
"Probably been taken for a walk," he suggested.
"But it's been pouring with rain!"
"Can't say I noticed," Bert said, feeling peeved and
wondering what he was missing next door.
Just then a pretty face appeared in the doorway, Rachel
stood with the lead in one hand.
"It's stopped raining, I think I'll take Charlie for a
walk," she said smiling at both of them.
Bert's mind seemed so full these days, full of fantasy
and desires he could hardly contain, images of this
lovely young girl in his control. His mind had worked
on various plans, the one that most appealed was to try
to catch her in a compromising position with the dog,
and use it as a lever to fulfill his fantasy. But for
now he watched and waited, he did a lot of watching in
fact, but for some reason she did not encourage the dog
back into the room as he thought she might.
Then one afternoon a few days before she was due to
leave it was as before, wet and windy, and Charlie as a
creature of habit collected his lead and took it up to
her room, the door was opened and he entered, she was
sitting on the bed reading, he face lit up as Charlie
entered, wagging his tail. She went and shut the door,
but her mind was on other things and she forgot to lock
it behind her. Bert's eye was fixed into position, and
Rachel succumbed to Charlie's advances, once more being
brought to full orgasm by his licking and she then
played with his penis until it was so engorged that it
hung down from him, huge and red.
Bert's timing was perfect, she was just considering
whether to try to masturbate him as she leaned over,
her hand wrapped around the dog's cock, at that moment
Bert opened the door. She looked up, the blood draining
from her face as she saw him standing there. She let go
of Charlie and leaped to her feet, quite forgetting
that she only had on a T-shirt, which was short and
only came to just below her navel, she visibly shook as
he looked down at Charlie and his only too obvious
excitement and then at her and her virtual nudity, she
vainly covered her patch of dark brown hair.
"What! what are you doing with my dog!" he asked with
as much authority and shock as he could muster.
She just stood there stuttering not making any sense.
Then he uttered that which he knew would make her
totally subservient.
"Wait 'till I tell your Father about this," he said
quietly so as to achieve as much impact as he could.
She just stood there looking crushed and he nearly felt
such sorrow for her that he wondered whether kindness
might achieve the same end he had in mind.
"Please, please, please, don't tell anyone," she said
in a tiny voice.
"Well, I don't know," he said opening the next phase of
bargaining. She reacted, realising that perhaps there
might be a chance he would not tell, in her innocense.
She looked up at him, tears welling in her eyes, her
whole body started to tremble slightly, her pert
breasts wobbled as she stood there with one hand still
covering her pubes.
Bert stood looking at her, his whole mind in a whirl,
having achieved exactly what he wanted he didn't know
what to do now. Elsie was downstairs, he could hear her
moving about in the kitchen, he felt the moment of
power escaping fast.
" I don't know what my wife will say, I thought you
were such a nice girl," he said quietly, trying to
regenerate some sort of fear in her again.
Rachel stood looking at him, her shaking had now
stopped with the initial shock of his discovery of her
passing. If he told his wife, that would be bad enough,
but if her father found out, that would be worse than
her worst nightmare. Her mind was racing, trying to see
a way out, an escape, a solution. She wondered as she
stood there what Bert was like, most men fancied her,
she knew what power she possessed as a young girl,
perhaps he might? maybe he would? would he forget what
he had seen if she agreed to?
She swallowed at the thought of him on her, but he
hadn't shown any interest in her at all, just the
opposite in fact, he hadn't even really looked at her
the way she knew men did, and she stood now before him
almost naked and he hadn't made any advances, perhaps
if she? Oh God she thought, to compound her folly by
suggesting that he might like to, she felt desperation
at the situation.
"Please don't tell anyone, I'll..." her voice trailed
away.
"You'll what?" he asked tersely, wondering what she was
going to say.
She looked up at him, those large brown eyes brimming
with tears, the lower lip quivering, arms shaking with
absolute panic.
"I'll do whatever you want," she whispered.
"What would I want to do?" he asked, his mind filling
with the thoughts of holding those hips from behind and
entering that delicious bottom, pumping into her hairy
sex, those sweet lips around his shaft, his mind
darting everywhere thinking of the dog doing to her
what it did to Elsie, his erection growing all the
while as he stood there.
She looked at him blankly, didn't he understand? didn't
he want to? most men did, perhaps he is religious? she
looked up at him again, not knowing what to think, then
she saw him smile, she looked down at the growing bulge
at his front, his mind worked fast, as he listened and
heard the front door slam, Elsie going to the shops, he
undid his belt, his trousers dropping followed by his
pants, his now erect penis springing out at her, her
hand reached out for it, holding it as she had held
Charlie, she felt it swell and grow as she slowly
pumped it, then he turned, she sat on the bed and
watched as he went to the door and locked it, his
affair bouncing in front of him as he returned, he
grasped Charlie's collar and pulled him so he stood on
the bed beside her.
She needed both hands, one for each cock as she sat
there with Bert standing, watching her, then he drew
her mouth onto his erection, his hips thrusting as her
pushed into her making her gag on it. Rachel
experienced Bert's depravity to the full that
afternoon, some she liked, other things seemed alien to
her, she lost count of the number of orgasms she
experienced, but one thought was uppermost in her mind;
Her father would never know.
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The author does not condone child abuse, this story is
meant as an erotic fantasy not real life. Anyone acting
out such scenarios in "real life" can look forward to
many unproductive years getting it up the butt by a
fellow convict in their local prison.
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