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Cindy's Redemption
by Sumddy (sumddy@gmail.com)
***
Newly religious woman conflicted over her past
relationship with a man she called Daddy, and her being
his little girl, reconsiders after her first time
experience with a dog she adopts when her neighbor Mary
passes away. (MF, reluc, 1st, mast, oral, inc, beast,
rom)
***
Cindy got more, and more excited as the end of the day
neared. Every time she said to herself "no one will
know" she felt deliciously wicked. Every time she
thought to herself, "It's just, me and him, in the
house, alone, where no one can see, no one will know"
her entire being vibrated with an electric, hot erotic
sexual arousal.
The thought that she and her lover could be alone
together, secretly, privately, in the house, that she
could let go, completely, sexually for the first time in
years, made Cindy's knees weak, her face flush, her
breathing turn to almost panting, a woman in heat for
her lover, his cock, their sex.
As far as anyone at work or in the neighborhood or among
friends knew, Cindy was a devoutly religious, somewhat
standoffish woman. Her new lover didn't judge her, or
shame her for her wants and desires however prurient. He
fucked her how she wanted to be fucked, and whether they
were out walking through the neighborhood, or just out
in the yard, no one else was the wiser. He wouldn't
tell, and because he wouldn't, Cindy's abandon became
profound.
"No one can see in, no one will know," she whispered to
herself, just to arouse herself, "all alone with him,
and no one will know," she almost moaned, "ohh god, I
want to suck his cock right now." Her words and thoughts
sending a tingling warmth radiating through her breasts
and nipples, "want, his huge cock in me," she thought
almost aloud, tingling, aching, deep inside her hot
little cunt, "I want him to fuck me, again, to watch him
fucking me" as she pictured watching herself being
fucked in her large bedroom mirror.
She touched herself under her desk thinking about him,
the same way she used to think about a man she'd loved.
The only other sexual partner who could make her cum
like that. Cindy hadn't been this excited since being
with him, and when she would cave in, to masturbate,
even at the risk of god punishing her, unable to uphold
the severe newfound religious beliefs she imposed on
herself, it was him she thought about when she
masturbated to crashing, shaking orgasms.
Thinking of him, even so, she couldn't wait to get home
to her new lover, her secret lover, simply because he
was there, right now, at her house, available to her
now, right now, his huge thick swollen cock waiting for
her, wanting her, desiring her like she desired him.
Six months before, Cindy's neighbor Mary passed away,
and Cindy adopted Mary's dog, Ben. Cindy was Mary's only
nearby friend, and Cindy couldn't let Mary's beloved dog
go to the shelter.
Cindy had a dog when she was young, and her ex had a
dog, and she welcomed Ben into her life. She was there
when Mary brought him home, when he was just an eight
month old puppy. Ben was now just a three year old, and
he was easily 150 pounds. He was a big, affable dog, and
he'd grown on Cindy even before Mary passed away.
Mary was also a religious woman, and she and Cindy had
quickly become friends, as well as neighbors. Mary was
twenty years older, and was shapely like Cindy,
beautiful she thought, and very sexual, or rather,
seemed to ooze sexuality for such a religious woman.
Cindy felt sometimes Mary was being flirtatious, but
decided that was just a part of who Mary was, and that
as a religious woman, she didn't mean it sexually, the
way she would turn and their breasts would rub together
when they hugged hello and goodbye, it was just her way
of showing how much she loved Cindy she decided.
Cindy had the kennel from Mary's yard moved to hers out
in her back yard, and that's where Ben lived most of the
time when they weren't out on walks or in the yard
together. At least until that day when Mary was gone,
when someone tried to break into Cindy's house in broad-
daylight and Ben scared them away. From then on she was
nervous about being in the house alone, especially at
night, so she made an area for Ben downstairs at the
bottom of the stairs right by the front door. He was
officially the guard dog in the house with her, she told
him, and she trusted him to safeguard them.
She felt safe with Ben in the house, and more, and more
she took their new arrangement for granted.
Cindy was slender, a petite woman with a long tapered
back and neck, round hips and large unusually firm
breasts, that men and women alike admired. Her thick
long brown wavy hair was the envy of many women, her
beauty of a soft, natural gentle variety, of mixed
Asian-Caucasian descent. She'd had several lovers in her
forty-two years, but none had been like the man she
loved. She'd been single ever since, going on five years
now. She intended to date, wanted to, was asked out
often enough, and hit on more than she cared for, but at
each opportunity the fear of becoming attached again, of
someone knowing her so well made her reluctant to try.
It wasn't his fault, she didn't blame him. Since they
first met, they had an insatiable sexual desire for the
other, unusually so. More, and more often, as they made
love she began fantasizing incestuous thoughts of him.
Nothing had ever happened with her own father, but since
she was young, she had thoughts. Naughty, dirty thoughts
that she believed were wrong. That she felt ashamed of
having.
With him, feeling so safe in his arms, she caught
herself seeing herself as his little girl, and while
they were fucking, moaning, as if she were, her voice
suddenly sounding young, her moans and mewls younger,
one night while they were fucking, her feelings
overwhelmed her, and it just slipped out; she called him
"Daddy." She realized she'd said it the minute she did,
and when he didn't stop fucking her, indeed, began
fucking her harder, she said it again, this time saying,
"Nnnn, Papa."
When he growled, and his cock got harder still, swelling
deep in her belly, she smiled, nearly wetting herself
with excitement.
When he responded, "Mmm, lil baby," she whimpered with
lust. When he said, "My best little girl" Cindy nearly
cried out, "Nnnn, fuck me, Papa. Fuck me, Daddy, fuck
your little girl, ohhh Papa, yesss" and she felt his
cock harden like steel.
He began to fuck her deeper, harder. She didn't feel
judged as she feared. She felt accepted by him. When she
said it again, "Does it, feel good, Daddy, fucking my
little girl" he groaned out loud.
When she said, "Does my little pussy feel good, Papa?"
he hissed, "Mmmmm, little baby, yessss! You like Daddy's
cock in you, don't you little baby?"
Cindy hugged him to her, "Nnnn, yesss, Papa" fucked back
at him, "in me, Daddy" milked his cock for all she was
worth, "ohhhh, ohhh, nnn, fuck me, Papa, fuck my little
pussy, Daddy!" the beginning of what was to be the most
erotically fulfilling relationship either of them ever
had. "You missed my little pussy, didn't you, Papa?"
Cindy teased, squeezing on him so deep inside her.
Cindy rarely, rarely even masturbated now. Estranged
from her desires, in conflict with her true wants, her
belief she wouldn't be accepted by the people in church,
and her denial of her urges to be accepted by them,
sometimes, even though, her desires would overwhelm
those beliefs, however temporarily. When they did, when
she did, she thought of him, she couldn't help it. So
she stopped masturbating altogether.
Her parents had ingrained in her that masturbation was
wrong, that sex out of wedlock for purposes other than
procreation was wrong, that god would come down and
strike her dead. It was her insecurities, her sense of
shame, rather than any truth driving her belief in this
though, and deep inside she knew it. It was easier
though to ignore her intuition. It was safer, to not
acknowledge her desires. Whether it was less painful was
uncertain. He told her he could not go down that path
with her. He could not, would not. It was just too far
from his views.
She convinced herself their play, was wrong, and after a
protracted separation ended their relationship, rejoined
the church, pretending she hadn't just weeks before
fucked her lover, calling him Daddy, cumming, over, and
over again telling him to fuck her, to use her, to fuck
his little girl, that she had purred, "Cum in my mouth,
Daddy," that she loved her Daddy's big cock so hard and
deep in her little belly.
Cindy's self-pious myth however, was utterly shaken one
night as she went around turning off the lights in the
house.
She had just bathed and put on her short bathrobe and
went back downstairs to get her clean nightgown and
panties from the dryer. She passed Ben asleep in his
bed, the big dog lifting his head as she passed the
bottom of the stairs, and went down the hall to the
laundry room.
Opening the dryer door, as she bent over and reached
into the dryer to pull out an armful of laundry all at
once, suddenly Ben who had come up behind her, attracted
to her freshly bathed fragrance she supposed later,
licked up the back of her thigh in one swiping lick, and
then right up between her legs on the next, licking her
bare pussy.
Surprised, shocked, before Cindy could even react, the
second swipe of his tongue this time pushed up inside
her, and Cindy involuntarily shuddered with pleasure,
her bottom lifting on his tongue, her bottom leaning
back toward him seeking it, her legs opening. A third
lick, and she practically fell over.
He didn't stop, following her as she started to try to
get away from his tongue, to stand. Each lick sent an
electric tingle right into Cindy's belly. It was as if
he knew what she needed.
Her body, after not having even been touched, even by
her for so long, was like a bonfire ready to burst into
flame, and when Ben licked her directly over her pussy,
when his long hot wet tongue pressed through her soft
now slippery creamy wet folds, lapping over her entire
cunt, over her sensitive mound, inside her, nearly made
her cum.
So overtaken, Cindy practically fell into the dryer
grabbing the front edge, her knees buckling, coming
together, tangled up, a loud "ohhhh god" gushing out
from deep inside her, her nipples and breasts
immediately swelling, aching hot.
Ben's tongue continued its assault, "Nnnnghh!" and
Cindy's pussy became slippery hot wet, his amazing
tongue, "ohhh god" she thought "so wide and long" it
touched her entire cunt as if all at once, pushing up
inside her, "ohhh my god, it's inside me, ohhhh god, it
feels so good" his lapping up at her tangy honey,
lapping into her quickly creaming sex before she made
herself turn, trying to scold him. "Nuuuuhhh, stop, it's
so, wrong, Ben, stop, Ben, nnn, ba... bad dog!" she
barely stuttered out, unable to really pull herself away
from that hot lapping wet tongue fucking up inside her.
Images raced through her mind of her old lover, how much
he loved licking her pussy, how she would shave herself
bare, loving so much when he licked her little pussy,
especially her bald little pussy. Now though, she'd
found religion again in her life. It was wrong to feel
pleasure this way, to let her pussy become so enflamed
with want, her breasts and nipples searing, aching hot,
her practically doubling over in orgiastic pleasure, and
even if it was Ben, whom she loved, adored, felt safe
with, by the tongue of a dog no less, she had to stop,
had to stop Ben, had to stop herself.
"Ben, you, you bad dog, what, what are you doing, what
have you done, so, so, that's so, wrong, so bad" she
stuttered out, trying to collect herself, convince
herself, her knees weak, her body wanting to push back
at the lovely tongue lapping at her hot little cunt.
"Ohhhhuuhnnnnn, bad, dog, bad dog!" making herself
stand, making herself close her legs, her pussy
vibrating and humming and dripping hot wet, thinking to
herself, "so good, oh my god, he's licking me, he's
licking me, oh god, don't make me stop."
"Go, go, lay on your bed, Ben!" she scolded, finally
dragging herself away from his long, deliciously hot wet
tongue, her little pussy on fire, her needing relief,
her ex's cock.
Ben backed away slowly, surprised. Her moans told him
she liked it. Her voice didn't carry the conviction of a
true scolding. He turned though, feeling dejected, and
trotted away back to his bed in the hallway, her lovely
taste in his mouth. His Mary loved his tongue, and Cindy
seemed to, so he was confused by her telling him no.
Cindy felt terrible. He didn't know it was bad, that it
was, wrong, so wrong, she said to herself.
Cindy went over apologizing as she walked toward him,
her knees still weak, her nipples hard, her breasts
swollen, her cunt still hot and tingling bare and naked
under her short nightie. She could feel how slippery wet
she was.
He looked up at her with his big brown affable puppy
eyes as she kneeled down rubbing his head, saying how
sorry she was.
He licked her palm, and then her face, all forgiven. Ben
then lifted his leg, expecting what Mary had always
done.
Cindy almost fell backward. "Oh my god!" she gushed
covering her mouth with her hand in dismay
She'd never seen anything like it. Ben had an erection.
His cock was huge. It had to be almost, at least eight
inches long and five inches around bulging at the
center. Cindy in that fraction of a second imagined how,
fully inside a female, its bulge in the center would
keep a female dog's pussy wrapped around it, and it was
so hard, thick and red and glistening, harder than she
could imagine.
She couldn't stop looking at it. It repulsed and aroused
her at the same time. It was like she was hypnotized,
his tongue, his huge thick organ, making her entire body
pulse with electric erotic urges. Depraved, naughty,
dirty thoughts.
She thought of her ex, how she loved jacking him off,
how he'd often begin pulling on his cock, and she'd take
over. How he'd whisper in the dark, "Baby? Will you do
something for Daddy?" and how she'd reply seductively,
innocently, in the collusion of the role-play, "Do you,
want me to put my mouth on you, Daddy?" as she'd suck
him deep into her throat, him answering, "yesssss."
She remembered how he'd ask, "Do you like sucking,
Daddy, baby?" and how she'd take her mouth off his
hugely swollen organ long enough to say, "Nnn, I love
you in my mouth, Papa."
Cindy caught herself. She had to tear herself away from
looking at Ben's swollen cock, a virtual slab of male
meat, hard and wanting a hot wet tight little pussy to
slide into, her hot little pussy, a hot wet sucking
mouth to fuck, hers, her hot sucking mouth, her lovely,
hot sucking mouth, them all alone here in the house
together, where no one would see.
Shaken, forgetting the laundry, her clean panties, Cindy
turned and went back upstairs, Ben's long tongue, Ben's
huge cock burning in her mind.
She continued to scold herself each time she'd picture
it. She couldn't though stop her nipples from buzzing,
or her pussy from creaming. She climbed into bed and
began praying, for Ben.
Cindy woke during the middle of the night, her hands
between her legs, her fingers pushing in and out of her
soaking wet cunny, her nightie pushed up over her
breasts, her nipples swollen and hot and aching hard,
her pussy drenched in her own juices, her knees spread
wide apart, her hips rocking into her hands.
She woke realizing she was dreaming of her ex, his huge
hard cock fucking so deep inside her, her long slender
fingers sliding in and out of her hot little cunt, his
thick hard Daddy-cock stretching her, filling her,
fucking up inside her. His growling, naughty, dirty
things, making her ask for it. Images of Mary, too, her
large breasts rubbing against hers, her nipples searing
hot, the two women kissing, moaning, rubbing their
breasts together.
She'd awakened to a wet dream, her body having a release
it had needed for so long. She'd dreamt of her old
lover, waking hearing herself call out, "Papa, lick me,
Papa, oh god, fuck me, Daddy, fuck my hot little pussy"
exactly what she used to say to him in the dark of their
bedroom at night. She wished he were there with her. She
wished he could fuck her again. She missed him. She
missed being his little girl. She missed him calling her
his good little girl as he fingered her on his lap, as
he licked her hot little slit.
Suddenly an image of Ben licking her flashed through her
thoughts. Even as she whispered "so wrong, so wrong" she
couldn't stop thinking about it, that huge tongue
swiping at her over and over, how her knees became
tangled up as she bent over, leaned into that long, hot
wet tongue.
More, and more she rationalized waking Ben. More, and
more she convinced herself, what could it hurt, if just
one time. He's just at the bottom of the stairs. Who
would know? More, and more, she rationalized to herself,
he's a dog, but he has a cock, not so different from a
man, and she loved him, and right now, oh my god, she
wanted a cock, in her hands, in her mouth, "oh my god"
she whispered out loud, murmuring, "nnnnn."
She had to fight her mind from picturing Ben's cock,
forcing the image of her ex's cock into her thoughts
instead of a dog's cock, their huge cocks, her ex had
been that big, Ben, Ben was that, big. Oh my god, she
seethed, his, she could barely say it in her thoughts,
his cock, it was so big and swollen, so much like a
man's cock, hard and long and probably throbbing hot.
She couldn't fight it anymore. The image of Ben's cock
swept into her thoughts, and then wouldn't let go. She
pictured her ex lover's cock, longed for it again,
admitted her sense of regret. She let herself spread her
legs, slide her fingers into her sopping wet, hot little
cunny, little moans escaping her, little mewling cries,
as she let herself say it, "Nnnn, Daddy" as she let
herself go there, "Nnnn, Papa, your little girl misses
you, misses your cock, Daddy, nnnn, Daddy, I'm your
little girl, fuck your little girl, Daddy, fuck me, my
little pussy, ohhhh god, Daddyyyy."
She wanted to go further than she had before, past where
she stopped herself, letting herself be a little girl,
when she imagined her father wanting her, knowing he
wanted her, that she made him hard, and to fuck her
Daddy from that place in herself. Over the last week
she'd unconsciously returned to her practice of shaving
her pussy, and now she stroked herself, her creamy
slippery wet slit, shiny and wet as she rubbed herself,
her mons, her dripping wet bald little pussy.
She reprimanded herself for even thinking of it, of
Ben's cock, fucking her. It was wrong. It was wrong to
the animal. It was perverse and horrible. She tried to
not think about it again, to no avail. That huge hot
hard cock. Just downstairs. Right at the bottom of the
stairs. She could call him. Up to her room. His long hot
wet tongue.
Cindy quivered and trembled under her fingers, the lewd
perverse images of Ben fucking her with his tongue, with
that cock, making her rock her hips, fuck her fingers
into herself, her loud breathing, her soft little
mewling moans filling the dark room, "No one, would
know" she breathed out, "what a little slut I am, how
much I love cock, how much, I need a cock. Ohhh, Ben.
Ohhhh, Daddy, what am I going to do, Papa? Ohh god,
Daddy, I want, I need, your cock, Ben's cock, Daddy."
She told herself her friend Mary would hate her for
having such thoughts, for thinking of her lovely dog Ben
that way, that she would roll over in her grave if she
knew Cindy had even entertained such lewd, depraved
thoughts.
She remembered Mary's big breasts, how sometimes her
nipples would push hard and thick through her blouse.
How she would try not to look, the way Mary smiled at
her, her own nipples becoming hard.
Thoughts she would never even have had if Ben hadn't...
licked her, like that. If, he, weren't, so masculine,
hadn't had that erection. If she, had, just gone back
upstairs, not gone over to his bed, not seen it, she'd
never even have thought to think about it. If she'd been
laid, at all, over the last five years, she wouldn't.
On and on Cindy went until she successfully put it out
of her mind for the next several days, blaming Ben for
having such a huge, magnificent cock, for having such a
long hot wet tongue, for making her cream all over
herself thinking about him, about her ex, for those
feelings in her.
A week later Cindy woke up in the middle of the night
dreaming of her ex fucking her, of Ben fucking her,
images of him, and then of Ben's cock, her licking it,
her sucking them, Ben behind her, on top of her as she
sucked her ex, the dog fucking that huge thing into her
hot wet little pussy, his paws wrapped around her hips,
her Daddy's whispers, "Suck Daddy, little baby, mmmm,
Papa knows you love my cock in your mouth, my hard cock
in your tight little pussy. Suck Papa, little baby, let
Papa fuck you."
Laying in the dark alone in her bed, her fingers fucking
up inside her, in a heartbeat all of her pretensions
became transparent, and vanished. That part of her that
had locked herself away, opened. All she could think
about was that huge cock, Ben's wide long tongue, him
laying just at the bottom of the stairs. Her salvation
was right there in the house with her, asleep at the
bottom of the stairs, more than willing to take care of
her needs.
Ben, the one being, she trusted to be vulnerable to; the
one being, who would never reveal to the world her real
desires, what a slut she really was, how perverted and
naughty and dirty her thoughts and desires were, how wet
they made her. Her thoughts raced, her entire body
tingling with excitement, with lust, her fingers
stroking her hot wet little bald pussy.
She rationalized, who would know? It was just her and
Ben alone together in her big house. No one could see.
No one would know.
She would just let him lick her, that was all. How bad
was that? Then images of her sucking that cock, of that
huge thick pink cock pushing into her, spreading her hot
wet deprived bald little cunt open seethed through her
imagination.
Her body quaking, trembling, her pussy dripping hot wet,
laying in her bed in the dark, before she even knew what
she was going to do, she was calling Ben's name.
"Ben, come here boy. Come to Mama, Ben." Her heart
fluttered and raced. Was she really going to do it? Her
belly was warm and her pussy ached. Her nipples were hot
and hard and aching, too. She was nearly beside herself
with depraved excitement as she heard Ben coming up the
stairs.
She was on fire. Ben came in and Cindy tossed her
blankets aside, swung her legs over the edge of the bed,
scooted her bottom so her bare pussy was right there for
him, and opened her legs so he could step in between
them.
Cindy was swirling with raw perverse excitement. She
couldn't turn on the light though, not yet. "Lick me"
she thought inside, "lick me, Ben, lick Mama."
She was already so wet Ben smelled her sex before he
even came into her bedroom. Mary had taught him well.
Ben walked straight to Cindy sitting on her bed in the
dark, and his big long hot wet tongue in one stroke
licked her entire cunt. Mary, also without a man in her
life, alone in her big house where no one could see, no
one would know, had long gotten over the depravity of
her letting Ben lick her. At first just in the dark of
her room, long had gotten past her religious
contradiction, her inner conflict, had long enjoyed
Ben's big thick cock fucking her from behind, fucking
that thick, hot, slippery wet doggie-cock deep inside
her, fucking him, and sucking him, a lover, imaging her
beautiful neighbor, Cindy, being fucked by Ben, too.
Cindy sucked in her breath, "Ohhhhh, ohhhh fuck" it felt
so good, she was so excited, Ben, a dog, she was letting
him lick her, wanted him to lick her. "Oh my god, his
tongue is inside me" Cindy said so excited, "mmmyes,
ohhhh, fuck. Oohhhh, nnnn, yes, good boy, that's my good
boy. Ohhh, Ben, baby, nnnn, lick Mamma, nnnnmuhhhh,
ohhhhh fuck, lick me. Lick, my, little pussy" she gushed
out into the dark, "ohhhh fuck, ohhhh, Ben, have needed
you, to lick me, nnnnnn, ohhhh god."
Cindy was in heaven, Ben's long wet tongue lapping
incessantly at her slippery wet freshly shaven, smooth,
bald little cunny. No one to see, to know. Just her and
him alone in her house. The sounds of him lapping at her
made her quiver with perverse excitement.
Memories of her Daddy flooded back through her mind, how
she'd shave her pussy smooth bare and how he loved going
down on her, saying all the naughty horribly delicious
things he'd say, calling her his hot little girl, his
sexy little baby, how he'd make her cum three or four
times before he'd slide that beautiful cock inside her,
and fuck her, mercilessly, whispering hotly she was his
good girl, his hot fucking little cunt, his sexy little
fuck toy, his hot little girl, how she'd cum and cum and
cum on her Daddy's big cock.
Ben licked and licked and licked, pushing his tongue,
swirling, curling into her vagina, lapping up her creamy
pussy, making Cindy crazy with lust as she moaned over
and over, "Ohhhh, Daddy, yessss, your tongue is inside
me, nnnn, yesssss, lick me Papa, lick me. Ohhh, Papa,
nnnn, nnn, ahhhohhh, Daddy,'s licking my sweet little
pussy" envisioning her ex's face, his eyes, looking up
at her from between her legs, the vibrations of his
moans as he sucked her, loved sucking her, loved asking
her, "Does Daddy's mouth feel good, Lil baby?" Images of
Ben's tongue, his long tongue, that huge cock she knew
was between his legs.
"Ohhh, god, yessss, Daddy, yessss" she cried into her
dark bedroom, to Ben between her legs, spreading her
legs, leaning back, cumming, drawing her knees up, her
feet up in the air, Ben licking her, over and over,
ravenously.
Cindy shook her head back and forth in a frothing frenzy
of delirious sensations, so hot, so wet, moaning to
Ben's tongue a lewd perverse exciting longing, "Ohhh,
ohhh, ohhh, nnnuuuhhh, Ben, ohhhuhhnnnn, lick me, Ben,
lick me, ohhhhh god, ohhh fuck, your tongue, so hot, so
hot, on my little pussy. Ohhh, Ben, don't stop, big
puppy, cummming" holding his head in her hands as she
came, and came, and came.
Cindy sat up, her head reeling and leaned toward Ben,
wrapped her arms around his neck, and hugged him to her.
"My good boy. Momma loves you" she purred. "Ohhh, Ben.
Mamma is going to take care of my man" she whispered as
she began to rub his furry sides.
"Why didn't I bring you up here before, that was, that
was amazing, did you do this, for Mary, big dog?" Ben
wagged his tail. "You did, didn't you. Ohhh Ben, you
naughty, naughty boy. That's why you licked me in the
laundry, isn't it. You used to lick, Mary. She taught
you, didn't she boy?" Ben was panting and wagging his
tail and tried to push up onto Cindy's lap.
"What else did she teach you, big doggy?" images of
Mary's big tits, her hard nipples her heart shaped
bottom, Cindy reached between Ben's legs, his thick hard
doggy-cock hanging down between his legs, slick and hot
protruding from it's sheath. She wrapped her fingers
around it and felt herself get creamy wet again.
She needed to touch it. She wanted to suck it. She
wondered if Mary had, and Cindy kneeled on the hardwood
floor, stroking Ben's sides, imagining Mary's lips, her
mouth, her sucking Ben's huge cock, her big tits swaying
back and forth, her fat puffy nipples, rubbing him,
talking to him, her hand moving through his soft fur
under his belly, holding his cock in her other hand, she
began stroking him like she would a man's cock.
In that moment she realized the way Ben had rolled over
downstairs, he was expecting Cindy to touch him, to suck
him, just as Mary had, and Cindy began moaning a low,
mewling humming want for Ben's cock in her mouth,
imagining her beautiful friend Mary sucking him, them
sucking him together, fucking him together, wishing Mary
had been able to tell her, that she had been able to
tell Mary about her Daddy.
Ben stood still, panting as Cindy kneeled and then laid
under him, squeezed his cock, slid her hand up and down
his massively hard slippery wet cock. She was excited,
beyond belief, as she finally leaned up and brought
Ben's cock to her mouth, pulling and stroking him as he
got larger and larger in Cindy's little hand, his cock
hard and swollen and throbbing, slippery with cum.
"Nnn, Daddy. Your little girl wants to show you
something that will feel really, really good, I promise
Daddy" exactly what she used to say to her ex, her love.
"Want to put my mouth on you Papa" she whispered, "suck
on you, Papa" Cindy moaned, whispering into the dark,
just hearing herself saying those words, needing Ben's
cock in her mouth, her porthole back to her Daddy, her
surrogate of him, and a deliciously naughty thing she
was doing with her dog, Ben. God, why did she end it,
she nearly cried. She missed him. How he'd fuck her hot
little mouth, how she'd tell him to cum in her mouth,
how he'd tell her to fuck his cock with her little mouth
as Cindy came, and came.
She loved sucking him. Telling him to fuck her hot
little girl mouth. Waking him in the middle of the
night, sucking his magnificent cock. Greeting him at the
door when he would come home, kneel in front of him, rub
him until he was hard, her smiling eyes fucking him as
she undid his buckle, opened his pants, sucked him into
her wanton little mouth, sucked until he shot loads of
cum into her hungry eager mouth, hungrily swallowing his
cum, sucking him dry.
He'd freed her. She loved him for it. Her cunt was on
fire. He'd freed her, to do now what she was going to do
with Ben. It was so wrong, so perverted, so dirty she
nearly came again from the sheer excitement she felt.
Ben's huge, thick fat cock, leaking pre-cum just like
her Daddy's cock.
She was alone here in her house with Ben. The drapes
were pulled tightly closed. The windows closed so she
could be as loud as she wanted, just like when she and
Daddy would fuck. The house was locked. No one would
see. No one would know. No one would find out her
secret. No one would know what a slut she really was,
what a little whore she was for her Daddy's cock, that
she had just let her dog, Ben, bring her to several
orgasms licking her freshly shaven cunt, that she was
now going to suck his cock, that she was going to slide
that massive doggie-cock into her slick wet cunt, that
she was going to let her dog, Ben, fuck her for all she
was worth.
She remembered that last time with her Daddy, how she
waddled across the bed toward him, naked, her fresh from
the bath, her little pussy shaved so smooth and bare,
the slippery wet sensation between her legs as she
crawled toward him, her breasts so fucking swollen, her
long nipples so erect, that heat in her belly, that
tingling hotness so deep in her wet little cunny, that
gleaming smile of his, that hungry, devilish grin, that
cock, so hard and thick and hot.
She made him that way, so fucking hard. She was making
Ben that way. She had leaned down and taken her Daddy's
magnificent cock in her little hands, and sucked him, as
much as she could take, deep into her mouth. She opened
her mouth and sucked on Ben's thick, hard, doggy-cock,
taking as much of him into her mouth as she could.
Ben humped his hips, fucking Cindy's mouth, her little
hand wrapped around his massively hard erection as Cindy
thought to herself, "Yesss, fuck my mouth, Papa."
Cindy was moaning, humping her hips at the air, at her
fingers. She wanted this big hard thing, inside her, she
panted. She wanted, to fuck, Ben's massive doggy-cock,
the thought sending her into convulsing waves, Ben's
cock deep in her mouth, her moans filling the room, her
hips thrusting.
Cindy was in heat. On fire. She hadn't felt like this
since being with her Daddy. It had been so long, too
long. She sucked on Ben one last time, pulling on him
with her fingers, licking his cock, and sat up, purring,
"Mmmm, Papa," turning herself to get back on her bed.
She pulled the blankets all over to the bed's edge, Ben
licking her thighs, pushing his tongue up between her
legs, impatient, beginning to paw at her, to grasp at
her hips, to pull her bottom down to him. Telling Ben to
be patient, that mamma was going to give him what he
wanted, she pulled all of her pillows over for her to
lean back against.
Cindy turned and sat with her bottom right at the
mattress edge, opened her legs and let Ben lick her
again, before calling him up to her.
Ben jumped up, his front paws on either side of Cindy's
hips, his cock throbbing hard, dripping wet, panting,
hungry for her. Cindy reached between them, and guided
the tip of his cock to her swollen throbbing hot wet
cunt. She was so wet, so swollen and open, his cock slid
into her, pushed into her as he bucked his hips, Cindy's
chorus of ohhh'ing moans and coos urging him on.
"Ohh baby, ohh baby, ohh baby" Cindy practically chanted
as Ben slid deeper and deeper inside her, his hugely
swollen doggie-cock, the thick, throbbing meat of his
doggie-cock spreading her open, sliding so effortlessly
inside her, her bare thighs wrapping around his furry
sides.
"Ohhhnnuhhh, baby, yes, stretch Mama open, it's been so
long, Mama feels like a virgin, baby, fuck Mama, fuck
Mama's tight wet pussy. Mmmm, oh Ben, ohhh baby, so,
big, so fucking big. It's been, so long, ohhhh baby,
nnnn so tight, spreading mama open, my little pussy, so
wet. Nnnn, yesss, fuck me, fuck me, Ben, fuck your,
little girl," she said it, "with your big doggie-cock"
and Cindy moaned in ecstatic, orgiastic bliss, "your
huge fucking daddy-cock. Fuck me with it. You big
fucking dog, so hard, in my, hot, little pussy."
She pictured her ex and moaned. Pictured Ben, just his
silhouette visible in the dark, his huge thick dog-cock
pumping inside her.
"Nnnnn, Daddy, fuck me, Papa. Fuck your, little girl.
Ohhhh, baby, ohhh baby, nnnn, yess, nnnn, fuck, your
little girl's, tight, little pussy. I know you love,
fucking, my tight little pussy, don't you, Papa? Yesss,
ohhh, Papa, fuckkkk meeee, fuck my little girl pussy,
fuck me, Daddy. Fuck me with your big doggie-cock. Nnn,
your good little girl, Papa. My tight little baby pussy.
Ohhh god, boy, yesss, Ben, fuck me."
Cindy wrapped her thighs around Ben's furry body, her
arms around his furry neck and shoulders, hooked her
heels over his pelvis fucking into her, her hands around
his soft furry back, pulling him, helping him, humping
up at his cock sliding in and out, so deep inside her
"so fucking big, inside, me" Cindy groaned.
"Ohhhh fuck, Daddy. Nnnn, Papa, yessss, fuck your little
girl, fuck me with that huge cock, baby, nnnnn,
ohhhhhnnnnn, yessss" she moaned out loud feeling Ben's
cock expanding, swelling, him trying to fuck deeper and
deeper into her.
Suddenly Ben backed away, his huge cock pulling out of
Cindy. Cindy leapt onto her knees, over the bed on all
fours, and Ben jumped up, wrapping his paws, his front
legs tightly around her hips, pulling her violently to
him, humping his cock at her, a big slab of thick hot
cock.
Cindy groaned as Ben pushed back inside her, both so wet
he just glided inside her swollen throbbing aching
pussy. Her back arched, her bottom pushed out and up at
him, his cock so deep in her bald little cunt, she
pushed her arms out from the mattress edge, her
shoulders into Wolfy 's furry chest, her back, rubbing
her cheek into him, his furry chest filling the arc of
her arched back, her lover, fucking her, fucking Cindy,
Cindy fucking him back. Cindy moaned and mewled, pushing
her bottom up, spreading herself open, taking as much of
Ben's cock into her dripping wet cunny as she could.
Again she felt his cock swelling, pulsing, throbbing hot
inside her. She knew he was going to cum, his and her
juices flowing down the insides of her legs. A heat was
building in Cindy too, her pussy throbbing, wanting Ben
to cum, remembering her ex's lumbering building
releasing groans, Cindy squeezed her pussy around Ben's
cock, tightened her pussy as he withdrew, relaxed as he
thrust back inside her as she began cumming again, too.
"Cum for me, Daddy, cum in me, Daddy, cum in me, Daddy.
Ooohhhh, Daddy, ohhh Papa, cumming, Papa, cumming on
your cock, Papa. Cum with me, Daddy, cum in your little
girl, Daddy" Cindy mewled in frantic humping ecstasy,
hooking her arm over Ben's shoulder, her hand in his
fur, "nnnnn, Papa, ohhhhh fuck, Daddy, yes" pulling him
against her back, pulling him into her upthrust little
bottom under him, "fuckkkk meee, fuck that huge cock
into your little Cindy, Papa, nnnn, Daddy, yes, cum, in
meee" squeezing his thick, swelling, bloated doggie-cock
with her tight throbbing little pussy as she felt Ben's
cock surge and explode inside her.
Cindy groaned out loud, her orgasm pummeling through
her, her entire body wracking, her hips rocking, sucking
on Ben's cock, milking his cock with her so fucked
little cunt,
"Ohhhhhh, Ben, nnnnn, Papa, nnnn, yessss, you came in
your little girl, Daddy" her eyes closed in bliss,
smiling, her arm around his neck, his fur so soft on her
back, Ben's hugely thick doggie-cock still spasming
inside her, his thrusting hips finally slowing.
"Ohhhhh, Ben, Daddy would be so proud of you, how good
you fucked his little girl, your little girl."
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The author does not condone child abuse, this story is
meant as an erotic fantasy not depicting anything in
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 system.
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