Feature Writer: Sumddy ([email protected])
Feature Title: Cindy’s Redemption
Published: This work is copyrighted to the author 2011. Please don’t remove the author information or make any changes to this story. All rights reserved. Thank you for your consideration.
Story Codes: Incest, Zoo, Religious
Synopsis: 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.
Cindy’s Redemption
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 one hundred and fifty 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 inflamed 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 knelt 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 dream 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,m” 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 knelt 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 knelt 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 precum 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.”
THE END