Dawn poked and prodded and pushed and pinched the girl's clit. She clawed at Susan's whole cunt mound, spreading the pussy lips wide and fucking her fingers down along the entire length of Susan's gushing cunt.
Susan screamed below the surface, and a mass of bubbles burst from her lips.
Dawn quickly hauled her head up out of the water, and Susan gulped air, gasping and panting and sputtering.
"Oh, God," she managed to cry. "Oh, God, it's so good. Oh, Jesus."
She threw her free arm around Dawn's waist. She held on tightly, twisted awkwardly in the warm gushing water, and pumped the final spasms of her hard climax against Dawn's captured hand.
Dawn had pulled her mouth from Susan's delicious tit when she hauled her face above the water. Now she stood still, holding the girl tightly, letting the last throes of Susan's violent climax fade slowly away.
The water rushed around them both.
Susan slowly relaxed her grip on Dawn's waist, and her legs slipped open, releasing Dawn's hand.
Susan let her legs sink back to the floor of the big tub, and she rested there, clinging limply to Dawn's trim body.
Dawn glanced toward Tonto.
The dog was sitting up, eyes watching her, very alert. His tongue was lolling out the side of his mouth. His whole body was tense and ready.
Dawn smiled at the huge black dog.
She was certain that his cock was stiff, pulsing eagerly, ready to shove into her cunt or asshole again, and fuck her silly.
Susan stirred against her.
She looked down and petted the girl's wet hair out of her face. Susan looked up into Dawn's eyes.
"Thanks," she said weakly.
She slowly dragged herself to her feet, and stood beside Dawn.
"You have the most fabulous hands I've ever felt," Susan said.
Dawn smiled. Everything she'd just done for Susan had been purely instinctive. She'd never even dreamed of doing such a thing before. But when it had started, she had felt as though she'd always known what to do.
It gave her great pleasure to please another girl.
It gave her great pleasure to be fucked by a dog.
Was she crazy? She smiled as she totally dismissed the idea. No, she wasn't crazy. She was just growing up. And enjoying the fucking hell out of it, too.
"Well, let's get showered off, shall we?" Susan said.
"Sure," Dawn agreed. "Then maybe you can tell me what some of this other stuff is for." She indicated the rest of the odd equipment in the large tub-room.
"Oh, you'll love some of these things, honey," Susan told her.
"Only some?"
Susan laughed lightly.
"Yeah, only some. That piece over there, for instance, you won't like at all. I can't recommend it at all."
"The rack? Is that what it really is?"
"Yes. And believe me, it really works."
"You've been on it?"
"Oh, yes," Susan admitted as she helped Dawn climb from the pool. The two naked girls walked toward the shower room. They passed near the instrument they were discussing. Dawn paused and looked at it curiously.
"And yes," Susan added, "it really hurts like hell."
Dawn winced as she reached out and lightly touched the side of the huge machine. It looked old, and heavy, and meant for real work.
"But don't worry," Susan said, taking Dawn's hand and pulling her toward the showers. "Like I told you before, you don't have to do anything here that you don't want to do."
"You wanted to be put on that rack?" Dawn asked, eyes wide.
"Um, not exactly. It's part of the game. I want to play the game, and that's part of it. Makes everything a bit more exciting, really."
"Oh," Dawn said, not understanding.
Susan took her into the shower room, and turned on two of the showers. The girls soaped themselves thoroughly and rinsed down in the blasting spray of hot water.
As they dried themselves off with huge fluffy towels, Susan gave a loud sigh.
"I guess I might as well explain," Susan said. "My brother Jimmy and I live here with our father. Our mother split on us about five years ago. Tough shit on her, too, because just after she gave up the ship, my dad struck it rich. She tried to come back to us about two years ago, after she found out we were so fucking well off, but we didn't want any part of her by then."
Susan squatted and rubbed the big towel between her thighs.
"Anyway, when my mom split, my dad got really depressed. He got to drinking pretty bad. This was before he struck it rich. He would come home, bashed out of his mind, very late at night. He'd be horny as hell."
Susan wiped the towel across her tits, lifting them one at a time to dry the slight fold beneath them.
"Oh, yes, he was horny. I was the only available girl."
Dawn finished drying herself and put the towel back on the rack.
"But you must have been only a kid then."
Susan hung up her towel, then turned to her new friend.
"Yeah," she said simply.
The girls walked back out to the tub room. They sat down on the couch, both of them still naked.
"So, tell me the story," Dawn said quietly.
"I know what you're thinking, honey," Susan said with a slight smile. "You're thinking my daddy raped me. Not true. He was horny, but he took care of it in quite a different way."
As Susan told her story, Tonto wandered over to the couch. He sat on the floor, listening intently to his mistress's words.
Susan and Jimmy were both in bed when their father got home. As usual, he'd been drinking. He wasn't an alcoholic, yet. But he spent a lot of time under the weather, as he called it.
Susan felt so sorry for her father, John, that she could barely stand it. He was such a good daddy, and he deserved much more from them all than he ever got.
Susan's mother had simply taken off, less than two months ago. She'd been fed up with living hand-to-mouth, with only the promise that everything would soon get better.
Susan's father had been devastated. For weeks, he just sat on the couch staring blankly at the TV screen. Susan had tried hard to keep things together. She had been terrified that her father would suddenly vanish, that she'd wake up one morning and find him gone, just like her mother.
She slept very little those first few weeks. After two whole months, she was beginning to settle down. She knew her father wasn't going to suddenly abandon her and her younger brother Jimmy.
But over the past couple of weeks she had noticed a change in her father's attitude toward her. Even though he spent a lot of time drunk, he had started looking at her differently.
At first, Susan had attributed this difference to the booze. Maybe it was just something wrong with his eyes. Maybe he couldn't see right after drinking all evening.
But then one evening, while all three of them were sitting watching the television, Susan became lost in the show. She was absently cupping her developing young tit, fingering her nipple through the material of her blouse.
She wasn't wearing a bra. She didn't need to at that age.
When she suddenly realized what she was doing and where she was, she glanced quickly toward her father.
He was staring right at her tit.
And his hand was working at the crotch of his pants.
Susan blushed deeply. She knew something of sex even then. She knew what her father was holding. His prick was still inside his pants, thank God, but she knew what was going on. Her father was playing with his cock.
And he was watching her play with her little tit.
She blushed harder and rushed suddenly from the room.
After that, though, Susan found her father watching her more and more closely. At first it bothered her. But soon she discovered that she liked it. She enjoyed playing a little game with him. She would sit on the couch and massage her small tits, finger her nipples into hardness, right through her blouse. And she always pretended she was unaware that her father was watching her.
He would hold a pillow over his lap, and his hand would move frantically for awhile. Then he'd let out a sigh, and after awhile he'd get up and go into the bathroom. When he came out, he totally ignored her.