A Summer Fling 

“What the Dog is going on here?!?”  
The scene that unfolded before Doug’s eyes was... Confusing. Investigating what had sounded like howls of distress from aways down the beach... Dylan’s howls, no less... had brought the four dogs running as fast as they could around the side of the stones that hid a secluded rocky cove. Doug, being the rescue dog that he was, had moved quickest, and as he rounded the corner to catch a glimpse of what was happening, he had simply come to a dumbfounded, slack-jawed gaping stop. 
Sprawled out on a beach blanket, lit only so by a soft tiki lamp a bit away, Dylan lay on his back, his paws clutching around the waist of the attractive young Doberman bitch that they had met earlier that day, whom Doug had delighted in teasingly informing on his daughter’s embarrassing moments to, who had been very openly affectionate with his daughter. Doug had enjoyed chiding his girl, while also satisfying several hunches he’d had about Dolly for some time.  
So it was with this memory that Spike had been actively romancing DOLLY that caused such confusion in the adult Dalmatian’s mind as he noticed the pair were locked together in a much more intimate place than the arms embrace. And the clear aftermath of their little meeting was visible.  
And then the sounds of three other sets of paws catching up from behind him, one adult and two other young girls, and Doug braced himself for what he knew was coming.  
Delilah had looked just as surprised as him... likely not for the same reason, Doug was almost certain his wife’s shock was the realization that her awkward, goofy son had apparently successfully hooked up with a girl.  
It was the two younger girls that he readied himself for. His daughter catching the sight of her Girlfriend and her brother pressed together in a very passionate embrace, and the sweet little Grey and White Border Collie, Summer, who he had been watching grow warmer and closer to Dylan all day.  
And it was Dolly and Summer in an angry unison that had asked the out bursting question. 
Doug watched as Dylan’s eyes went wide with terror at the sight of his parents, his sister AND his hopeful paramour catching him locked knot-deep in the Doberman, with his setting seed still leaking down between them. He stuttered and exclaimed in a panic, “Ahh...! Oh my dog... Dolly! S..Summer...! I... uhm...”  
“Oh, Dylan...” Dough heard Delilah sigh next to him, a look of disappointment on her face. Then his attention was drawn to the sound next to her. A dry sob. He caught sight of the Collie turning about with her fluffy tail in a flurry, dashing away without words, only the sounds of her heartbreak.  
Then the attention turned again. Dolly’s reaction was a little more... visceral. The young dalmatian girl had angry tears rolling down her cheeks, and she had started toward the pair on the beach blanket...  
Doug knew this wouldn’t go well for Dylan if his hotheaded daughter reached her brother, but as he made to cut her off, Delilah came to a rescue first. She deftly reached out and scooped the pup up off her paws and into her grip. “Dolly, No. You’re coming back with me. You’re not killing your brother, whether he deserves it or not. We’re just going to go back to the other pups while Dylan... sorts himself out.” 
Doug felt a rush of gratitude that his wife was taking charge of Dolly. His beloved was good at sorting out such troubles. She would keep her from injuring her brother, or Spike, and in time his son would have to face her and explain himself. Hopefully there could be some way to come to terms. But then his thoughts turned to the other girl hurt by the whole situation. He looked at Delilah. “Honey, I think... I should go and see if Summer is alright.” 
“Thats a good idea, Doug. You go check on her. I’ll work on THIS.” Dlilah was now keeping a scruff hold on Dolly, who was still trying to wriggle free to inflict her feelings on the pair of traitors who still stared stupidly at the lot of them. What else could they do, just now?  
He made his way from the alcove, looking out across the open beach and back toward the rocky bluffs that lead to the higher ground, the bus and the lighthouse, hoping to catch a glimpse of where Summer had rushed off to. He opened his ears to listen carefully, making his way outward. His practiced nose for tracking and rescue sought a trace of her on the ocean-salty night air.  
And he caught one. Distinctly her. The kind of distinction that made the male’s nostrils tingle in a familiar way. He followed it. Past the stretch of beach where all the rest of his large family were playing and settling in for the night, and toward the entrance of the caves where Summer had emerged with Dylan and his younger pups. Inside, he heard her. The sounds of distress, cries that made the older dog’s heart ache.  
Peeking his head around, he caught sight of the Collie hunched in a corner of the cave mouth, her head buried in her arms, shaking with her sobs.  
“Summer...?” He called, cautiously stepping into her view. Her eyes raised up from her paws, looking like she was readying an angry outburst to leave her be... but she sniffled again and simply stared at him.  
The large dalmatian made his way over and sat down next to her... catching another light whiff of the scent about her that made the tingling spread a little more. He let his paw reach down and tenderly stroked along the adolescent pup’s back, brushing through her soft and plushy fur. “I’m sorry, Summer.”  
“Why? YOU didn’t do anything, Mister Dalmatian.” She scoffed acidly, though she didn’t pull away from his touch, and Doug thought he felt a little shiver rush through her as he tried to comfort her.  
“You can just call me Doug. And I know I didn’t. I’m sorry about it anyway. I’ve no idea what’s gotten into Dylan, this is so unlike him. And... Uhh... I dunno, I’m not really sure about Spike...?” 
“Oh, this is EXACTLY like Spike... Every time I’ve seen out of towners come to visit, she’s always all over them. First time she’s... jumped on one I liked, though.” Her eyes cast down to the rocky sand beneath them, sniffling again. “Dylan was... I thought maybe we could... guess I was dumb. ‘Course he went for her, she’s prettier and...” 
“Hey, now, that’s definitely not true, Summer. You’re a beautiful little lady!” He let his paw move over to drape across her shoulder, stroking through her fur, squeezing her gently in a side hug. “And Dylan saw that, he was trying so hard to impress you today. He’s just...a...little dense sometimes. Doesn’t think everything through, when a pretty girl like you has his attention. Most boys don’t, you know?” 
Summer had raised herself up into his hug, the young collie’s tail swishing behind her unconsciously, and she felt the warmth of the older dog against her. Doug felt her shiver. Was she cold? It was summertime, but maybe the cave entrance had a draft. He thought about maybe coaxing her out toward the campfire his family had on the open beach... but when turned to ask her if she would like to go and get warmed up, he found himself meeting her eyes, still red from her tears but gleaming with an almost determined look in them. “Er...Summer, sweetie... are you alllll...” he trailed off mid-word, as the Collie leaned up and licked across his nose.  
He stared at her, silent and mouth slightly agape as he processed the teenage pup’s action. The same kiss he’d been trying with constant interruption to press on his wife all day long, and he stifled the sensation that rushed through him as it triggered the need he’d been denied the entire trip. He finally found his voice, and started back, “Summer... that’s really flattering and all, but I don’t really think you’d want... not from... what I mean is... Mmmph!” His eyes widened with shock as she had lunged forward and pressed her muzzle against his, and this time there was no denying his body’s reaction to the feel of warm lips capturing his own, and his nose twitched as he caught that tingling scent on the air around her when she’d stood from her seated position.  
All at once, the realization hit him why the scent was so familiar. Recalling it from teens girls in his house, and more importantly, much stronger from his luscious wife that led to some incredibly blissful times, Doug knew the telling signs of a bitch's starting heat. Which would explain why the girl had been so very keen on Dylan’s attention.  
And now his.  
Doug wanted to pull away, to nip it in the bud, to let her down easy and maybe prod her to forgive Dylan his stupidity and perhaps they could still spend a wonderful time together. To find Delilah and maybe have her talk with the young collie about her urges and needs and how to take care of them.  
But even as he tried to form a plan to solve the issue, he found that he had still not released himself from the kiss Summer had started. Damned if he wasn’t pressing his muzzle back into it. And he caught the sound of a sweet little sigh from the girl, whose eyes had slipped closed as she took the affections of the much older dog.  
I’ve been living through a cockblock this entire trip... he thought to himself...maybe it’s time for a little indulgence. Dylan’s loss...  
He put a paw up to Summer’s shoulder and pressed her back, gently, and let their muzzles come apart with a faint pop. Before he pulled away, he let his tongue slip out to playfully lap across her nose. He watched her eyes flutter open to meet his again, and her nose twitched after his lick, and he saw a genuine smile flicker over her face from the tickle. Their gazes kept on one another, while Doug chewed his lip for seconds.  
“Are you sure, Summer?” was all he asked, quietly, watching for her reaction first. 
She was shivering again, and he knew it wasn’t from the cold. Her ears perked and twitched, like she was processing his question, and only seconds passed before she simply whispered. “Please...” 
“Alright, Honey. Let me show you how it’s done.” he promised her with his husky voice, and his paw upon her shoulder slid inward to stroke through the downy fur to her chest. He leaned close and pulled the pup into another warm kiss, even as he pushed her body backward, rolling her to her back on the sand.  
Summer let out an excited moan as the strong dalmatian took over, and she melted into the new kiss while he coaxed her to sprawl on her back. Forepaws tucked to her chest, and her body’s growing urgency drew her hind legs splay open on instinct, and now Doug would catch the clear whiff of the pup’s need. He held her in the kiss while he lay himself next to her, and let his paw slide down her chest, to her belly, pawtips finding and brushing along the sensitive nubs of nipples beneath her fur while he traced lower.  
When the pads of his paw found her warm spade nestled between her legs, he could feel the warmth already building around it. He grazed over her with the gentlest touch, and smiled when she tensed up, drawing in a sharp breath that shivered out in a sweet little moan from the first touches of another dog upon her Nethers.  
Doug let his digits rub slowly over her, the feel of the girls lightly puffing cookie pleased him. He teased and pressed gently into her just enough to catch building droplets of her growing arousal, spreading them around and slickening the way for his toetips. Using two to spread her lips open to expose the heated pink flesh inside to the cool night air, making Summer shudder with the sensations. He let a single tip curl inward, seeking to tease at the extra sensitive nub that hid within, causing the pup’s hind legs to twitch outward, her whimpers of pleasure growing louder.  
The big dalmatian continued to rub and massage the Collies pussy over the next moments, working at her sex expertly, teasing at spots he knew drove his partners crazy. Thinking back to his exploits with several lovely bitches, he couldn’t help but grin. Leaning down to nuzzle at Summer’s cheek, licking and kissing over her muzzle a bit more, he pressed a toetip firmly into her soaking spade and curled it about, and he captured her lips with his just in time to muffle a squeal of pleasure as she shuddered and came, her nectar flooding down over his paw. Her entire body shook while he continued to finger her through her climax, moaning needily into his kiss.  
When she had started to come down from her peak, Doug separated his lips from hers with a slurp against her tongue, and drew his paw away from her pussy, raising it to his muzzle to have a look at his work, his pawpads coated in the girls strong-scented honey. He licked up the sweetness, cleaning his paw up and savoring the young pup’s taste. He could feel his own need growing more demanding, and his impressive girth was filling out between his own legs, the poor thing having been kept unrelieved the entire trip. But this wasn’t about him, just now. He wanted to spend more time teaching his new lover all about satisfying a heat need.
He had given her barely any time to recover, before a strong paw pressed down atop her chest again, pinning her back as he rolled himself downward, lowering his head between her thighs and taking in the sight of the lovely sex that still glistened with her first orgasm. Well, once is good, twice was extra gravy, right? He let his broad, flat tongue slide out and draw full-bodied right across the puffed spade... this time Summer’s moans were unmuffled and rang across the walls of the cave.  
Doug began an assault on the pup’s Nethers, his tongue slurping messily against her outer lips, curling up to press inward and press deep enough into her that he was stopped only by the barrier of her virginity. He let his tongue work drag more of her juices out of her, keeping his eyes focused upward from between her legs, on her face, which he was pleased to see was scrunched up in an open-mouthed continuous moan of delight, her back arching upward, hips shifting to try and force his tongue further into her. Her long, fluffy tail was wagging wildly beneath her, brushing over Doug’s underside where he lay, and he could feel the tip grazing ticklishly across his own erection where it reached. Still not ready to tend to his own needs, he wanted to drag another orgasm from her. Turning his head downward, he let his lips seal over her cookie entirely, sucking on the puffed flesh while he drove his tongue deep into her. 
And it was the howl of pleasure that rung across the echoing walls of the cave and carried outward to the ears of Delilah, who had just then been returning down the beach. She had left Dolly after successfully calming her down from her fury, satisfied that she wouldn’t actually kill her brother. Her daughter had demanded she be left alone to brood, and Delilah had reluctantly given her the chance, needing to check on the remaining puppies. Having found them all in good health, she had come for a walk, perhaps looking for her husband and seeing how he was fairing with the distraught teen Collie.  
“What on earth...? That was...” She moved to investigate the sound, the second outcry that had drawn attention that night. Peering cautiously around the mouth of the cave, her eyes widened with surprise at the sight. Her husband, hunched down between the splayed legs of the pretty young girl, apparently driving her to a peak of pleasure.  
Oh, Doug, you bad boy... you KNOW you’re supposed to let me in on it when you charm someone over. She thought quietly to herself, a deviant smirk crossing her muzzle, as she settled in to watch from afar. She knew quite well that her stud was far from done with a simple tongue lashing. The grown bitch felt her own tingle as she watched, catching a whiff of the heavy scents filling the air of the cave. She let a paw dip between her own legs as she continued to observe. 
Summer was writhing on the ground, her hind legs pinned in place by Doug’s strong paws as he held her open. She gasped and huffed on heavy breaths as her second heat-intensified orgasm had ripped through her from the dalmatian dad’s very experienced tongue. She tried to exert the strength to lift her head and look at him with thanks for the treatment but found herself unable to do so. Her body was simply too shaken just then.  
But it turned out that she didn’t need to. He came into her line of sight as he rose back above her, and she could see him licking a mess of her sticky juices from her muzzle. It seemed she had given him quite a lot, and Doug was looking down at her with a mix of caring concern and absolute lecherousness. “Mhh... Sweet as Honey. Ready for more?” 
“M... More?” she stammered out, looking over him. She was unsure she could stand much more, after two peaks so far... but even still, her body tingled and begged for another more, driven by the hormones his generous treatment had only yanked to their full intensity. And now, with the Dalmatian poised above her, she caught a glimpse of the more that he had in store for her. And it was... a LOT more. She peered up at him with hesitation, even while her instincts pushed her forward, laying back with her paws tucked to her chest, hind legs splaying to offer herself up for the large male, her tender little cookie twitching with anticipation of what was coming.  
Doug looked down at the teen pup presenting herself in all her virgin glory for him to enjoy. “Beautiful girl... Keep just like that for me. I’ll give you just what you really need.” He moved to circle around her slowly like he was observing prey, looking hungrily over her lithe young figure, needily waiting for him. His cock throbbed between his legs as he moved slowly, the tapered tip already drooling for the girl. Doug was a big boy. Delilah was always snug around him, and he often had pleasure in satisfying his equine friend with benefits with his prowess. He knew he’d have to be careful with the delicate little pup before him, but he was so eager to take care of her.  
Having taken his fill of eyeing her up, he came to poise above her again, leaning down to press his nose tip against hers, nudging her with a grin. He lowered his broad chest and body atop her, shifting his hips inward, bringing his bulky length to position. The Collie gulped back a nervous breath, and she tensed when she felt the pointed tip press against her heated spade. Doug twitched, restraining his instinct to plunge right into the warmth with lustful abandon... Holding himself back, he shifted his hips to let the head of his dick stir over her sex a few times, a paw moving to stroke tenderly at her cheek. “Are you ready, sweetie? It’ll hurt for a bit at first, but then I promise I’ll make you feel so good...”  
Her entire body shook when the dalmatians head hovered around her entrance, sensations rippling from her loins up her spine, sending her fur bristling a bit. “Yes... Please, Doug... Please...”  
“Of course... here we go, now... Mhhh, you feel so nice already...” He obliged, and pressed forward, sinking the first length of his dick into her, the wet spade stretching open around him. Before he knew it, the tip had pressed against the barrier of her virginity, and he nudged her, let her take a bracing breath, and bucked forward. She let out a startled hiss as her cherry popped, clutching against him while she winced at the light pain that came with his large cock delving deeper into her than any paw or tongue had reached. Doug gave her a couple of moments, holding her close and stroking through her soft fur as she adjusted to the fullness that already seemed overwhelming. 
And soon the sharp pain ebbed, and the fullness gave over to the feeling of pleasure as his throbbing length rested inside her. She licked at his neck and nodded that he could move further... and he was happy to press further forward still, the Collie groaning as he fed more of his dick into her tunnel, her moist cookie squeezing around the cock that she felt never ended. Until the bulge met her entrance, at least. Doug stopped there, and waited, resting his full glory to the base of his knot inside the pretty pup.  
Doug kept patient as he waited for her to be ready, reveling in the amazing sensation of her insides squeezing around him, contracting muscles involuntarily over his full length. At last, she was ready, and he drew his hips back, dragging a few inches of his monster from her depths, and the heated groan that escaped her echoed the walls of the cave again... wait, did he hear Another moan behind him somewhere? Who cares, right now? Were his thoughts as he braced and plunged himself back down into her, tapping her cookie again with the forming bulb. And repeating... Doug worked himself into a slow, careful rhythm as he made love to the lovely girl from Cornwall.  
Summer’s entire body rocked with the pleasured feeling of the built male taking her, her paws slipping up around his neck to hug against him, her hind legs gripping around his hips and barely reaching over his sides, as he drove down into her, the sounds of his hips slapping down into her began to become audible over their mutual moans of bliss... as well as the ones from the entrance, where his wife spectated and pleasured herself while she watched him claim the girl her son had wanted so much. Doug would catch her scent on the air, too, and know that his wife was watching and approved, and that he would give her a full treatment of her own soon after.  
But even with his impressive stamina, he’d been teased and far too aroused by taking care of the pup to hold himself back for long... and he could tell she would be reaching her next peak quite soon... and he wanted to give her the best part... So, he braced himself down, holding her tightly, sinking his cock to its full depth inside her, his knot kissing her spade and straining it. He grit his teeth and felt her scratch at his back with the claw tips, her eyes squeezed tightly shut while she felt him push her limits. His dick had been liberally leaking seed into her as he had gone, and the slickness of their mixed juices aided as finally she opened up and with an audible pop the knot slicked into her... Doug unable to keep himself any longer howled with pleasure, his cock pulsing and pouring ropes of hot, soothing cum into her fertile, heat stoked tunnel. The Collie felt a third orgasm rip through her as he hosed down the need built inside her, clutching at him with her paws and riding out through the most intense of them all... too lost in her own peak to notice the sounds of another dog having a noisy climax nearby... 
Doug continued to hug Summer tightly under him, while his hips continued to lightly pump his length within her, locked tightly, to coax more of his seed out into the warm confines, until he had no more to give at the moment... then, carefully, he rolled over to his back, pulling her with him so the Collie rested on top, legs splayed around his side and offering a nice view of the pair joined at the hips, bellies rubbing together... Doug grinned at her, paw rubbing along her back once more. “Mhhh... that was wonderful, Summer... You feel better now?” 
“Nhhh... So much... Yes... thank you, Doug... Everything I wanted it to be...” She cooed dreamily, while unconsciously wriggling herself atop him, shifting the softening length around inside her. 
“Oh, He’s QUITE good at making it like that...” Came the voice of the Dalmatian mother from the entrance behind them. Summer jerked upward a little, almost in a panic, before realizing that there was, at the moment, nowhere she could go. But she saw with relief that Delilah was smiling, with almost as satisfied a look as Summer had worn herself seconds ago. She watched as the dog who had just mated her grinned up at his wife with no worries in his gaze.  
“Did you enjoy the show, Honey?”  
“Oh yes... And it looks like you did a very nice job of cheering her up, Sweetie...” She said, leaning down to kiss her husband soundly, settling herself down next to him. When they broke away, she had a thoughtful look about her eyes.  
“Do you wonder if any of the other girls Dylan has struck out with need a bit of a lift?”