I’m sometimes amazed at what people will tell you about in chat rooms. The cloak of anonymity helps of course. You know I like to retell and embellish these stories in first person. I guess I just like to imagine it was me. ;-)This affair started a few years ago. But as a prelude, there were troubling things happening inside me. I was 35. When we first met and in the early years of our marriage, my husband and I were like rabbits. Every opportunity, every place, every part of our bodies that could be used for pleasure. Yes, even there.
He’s a wonderful man and wonderful in bed, too. But lately, I’d found myself losing interest in sex, even avoiding it by finding other things to do, going to bed after him, and so on. I felt awful about this. I tried to overcome these feelings and show my love for him by having sex a couple times a month, but it just wasn’t there for me.
A huge wet snowstorm moved slowly up the east coast just before Halloween. With leaves still on the trees and a foot of snow heavily laden with moisture, trees were brought down across whole states and millions of people like me were out of power. My husband was away and couldn’t get home. Huge branches fell across our driveway during the night.
The next morning, as I pulled the emergency release and heaved up my garage door, I saw I was trapped. There wasn’t even room to pull the generator outside. Our one battery powered radio warned everybody that it would be days or weeks before power was back.
I made a few feeble attempts to shovel some of the snow and drag the smaller branches away, but all I managed was to exhaust myself. My neighbor across the back yard must have been watching me. Eventually, he came over and offered to help.
Paul is a tall man, 6 foot 4, very strong, and he even brought a chain saw. We labored for hours, shoveling snow, sawing branches and dragging heavy pieces off to the side. Actually, Paul did most of the work. This may sound trite, but there I was in the presence of a perfect male specimen demonstrating his prowess saving a damsel in distress. OK OK, so what if I wasn’t a damsel anymore; I WAS in distress.
And something was happening deep in my tummy. My old friend, lust, was coming back. It was so ironic. Why now? I kept pushing those feelings away. But every time I stood next to him, brushed against him helping to move a big branch, that electricity was there. Me and that big man, both of us covered in sawdust, dressed in ugly winter work clothes. Me and Paul. Me and Paul. No No NO!
When we had a path for the car to get out to the street – which wasn’t much use because the plows wouldn’t get there for two more days – Paul offered to help me with the generator. My husband had showed me all about the generator and where to run the extension cords so food wouldn’t spoil and we could have a few lights. He had even rigged a
way to hook up the gas furnace so it could turn on. So I should have said, I’ll handle it. But I didn’t. I didn’t. I didn’t.
Except for the flashlights, it was dark in the basement by the furnace. It only took a second to get it running. And there we were. My desires were flaming.
I turned to him. “Oh, Paul.” I lost my voice for a second. Then, “How can I thank you enough?”
Another awkward moment.
Suddenly, I had my courage. I threw my arms around him and started kissing him. The flashlights flicked off and dropped to the floor. At first he’d seemed surprised, but then we were playing with our tongues and, inside my open jacket, his hands were running over my sweater. I could feel his arousal building through his jeans. Our coats fell off next.
I backed up against an old dresser we used to store stuff we should have thrown away years ago. In the dim light from a tiny basement window well, I swept the junk off the top and Paul lifted me up. As I unbuttoned his heavy flannel shirt, he pulled off my sweater. He began kissing my breasts even though I still had long underwear and a bra on. I fumbled with his belt when he stood up. Then his cool hands were under my top unhooking me in back. Soon I was topless.
Paul took forever, kissing my neck, twirling my nipples in his fingers, kissing all around my breasts. He found out how sensitive I am underneath them. Then his lips wrapped around my nipple and I closed my eyes as my first little orgasm swept over me. “Oh god, Paul,” I moaned.
As I leaned back against the wall, Paul undid my boots and socks and began kissing my feet. I hope they didn’t smell too bad. Then his kisses meandered up inside the legs of my jeans. This man is such a good lover.
When he was kissing the denim between my legs he took a long deep breath and mumbled, “You smell so delicious.”
I couldn’t wait for him to undo my jeans and slip them off. He began kissing my legs again through my long johns. I could feel everything now when his hand rubbed my lips and his mouth wrapped around my pussy. His hand was so expert, rubbing fast but gently across just the right places. “Oh god. Oh god.”
As he peeled the long johns down and started kissing my panties, the cold air told me just how wet they were. I should have been embarrassed – they were plain white cotton panties that I wear on days where comfort is all that matters – panties that I’d been wearing all too often lately.
His ministrations there continued, rubbing, kissing, pressing the fabric between my lips and against my opening, sucking the juices from the fabric. I couldn’t control my moaning as he slipped them off and his lips were touching my flesh.
Two big fingers pressed into my vagina as his tongue played with my clit. A huge orgasm was sweeping over me as I writhed on the top of the dresser. I realized his jeans had fallen down around his boots.
“Oh Paul, Paul. Fuck me. Fuck me.”
“I don’t have a condom.”
“It’s OK. It’s OK. Fuck me.”
And he did.
He teased me with his cock against my clittie and then put it in just an inch, with tiny strokes that drove me crazy. Then it was in all the way and we were groaning together in ecstacy.
It would have looked funny if anyone had been looking, me on the dresser naked, Paul with his pants down over his boots and his open shirt still on, pumping away with my legs wrapped around him.
It wasn’t long before I felt his seed shooting out inside me. I guess he was pretty excited by then. What amazed me was how long he kept going after everything was spent.
I guess I should mention that back then I had an IUD inside me so I couldn’t get pregnant. The pill had bothered me and the doc told me she could give me one even though I hadn’t had children.
Paul and I gathered ourselves up and I led him back upstairs with my clothes in my arms and you know what dripping down my leg. He must have liked that!
We were still filthy and sweaty from the work outside (and the “work” inside), so I suggested we should have a drink and then take a shower. I poured him a glass of my husbands favorite scotch and ran to the back to get us robes. I put on my robe and gave him one of my husband’s with a huge pang of guilty irony. Then I joined him with a glass of a wine from a bottle I had open. We chatted for a while – turns out he’s divorced and had a girl friend who didn’t live with him at the time.
I told him truthfully that I’d never been unfaithful before, that I loved my husband and would never want to leave him. He could see there were tears in my eyes.
The shower was wonderful. The hot water comes out of the furnace and was piping hot. I could see from the light through the window, what a hunk he is. And we both got aroused washing each other off. His hands felt so good sliding over my soapy breasts. My pussy got extra clean, LOL.
Then I turned around and bent over holding onto the hot and cold water knobs. He was inside me again. It felt so good coming from behind like that! My knees were wobbly.
Wonderfully, it was taking forever this time, so I pulled off and turned around. With the warm water coursing over my head, I knelt in front of him and held his cock. I licked his balls and sucked on them one at a time. He loved it when I starred licking his shaft and then took it in my mouth.
Even in the shower, I could taste myself on his cock. My bobbing head and tightly wrapped lips did the trick. Soon he groaned and his male taste filled my mouth. While he was still shooting, I stood up and turned around and offered myself to him again. He plunged his cock into my vagina and I felt the last few spasms squirt into me.
When it was over – again he managed to keep going even when he was spent. I tried to ignore the feelings of guilt as we wandered back to the living room and put on the robes again. At least, one of the lights was hooked up there as it was getting dark outside.
Paul and I sat kissing and cuddling on the sofa. The robes didn’t stay closed for long. His hands wandered lightly over my entire body while I played with the hair on his chest and managed to excite him again. We were making love cowboy style when my cell phone rang.
It was my husband. I took the call in another room. I told him I’d gotten the generator working and that our neighbor was using a chain saw and came over and helped me clear some branches. “You’ll have to thank him I said.” I felt so guilty with that half-truth!
The generator ran out of gas in the middle of the night, but Paul was there beside me keeping me warm. I think we’d tried every position known to man and woman late into the evening before.
In the morning he wanted to make love again but I was getting sore. “Let’s take a shower. I have something special for you.”
We both did our business on the toilet – he watched me – and got clean again in the shower – there was still hot water in the tank. Oh, so luscious having his hands sliding everywhere on my body. Poor guy, he was so hard, and I knew he was wondering why I wasn’t giving him a bj.
I turned off the shower and used a trick I learned as a school girl before I could afford KY. I poured some conditioner all over his cock and started rubbing it. He loved that. I surprised him when I handed him the bottle and said, “Put some in my asshole.” I bent over like the night before and he used his finger to push some conditioner inside me.
Then I positioned his cock where I wanted it.
I tried hard to relax but it was still painful as he shoved his way in – his cock is pretty fat – but it was ok once he was in. It didn’t take him long to cum – it’s so tight back there. I could still feel the soreness inside, but he gave me yet another orgasm. How many was that!!?
Paul’s home is on the main drag and he was able to get gas for both or our generators. It was three days before my husband could get home, every one of them filled with love making.
My lust for my husband improved, too. I tried not to make it too obvious at first, but things got a whole lot better.
Paul and I kept seeing each other. I’m pregnant now, but the little boy is my husband’s. Paul and I stopped our affair while I tried to have a baby. But after a few months without him, I couldn’t resist calling him. He didn’t seem to mind my growing belly.
This is part 2 of a long series where Cindy reluctantly agrees to let her daddy keep a new dog around to have sex with her.Author’s note: All characters depicted in this work of fiction are 18 of years of age or older.
Left to gather her thoughts after her father left with the new family dog, Roscoe, Cindy first decided to hop in the shower. She was covered in dog drool, her hair was matted and sticky with the stuff. Loose grayish-brown hair of Roscoe’s shedding coat also stuck to the girl. She wanted to wash all that off and – of course – the sticky-slick sheen of dog-cum that coated the inside of her thighs.
The hot water made the girl flinch. The scratches that Roscoe’s claws gave her stung under the hot water.
“Just a few scratches,” Cindy thought to herself. Nothing to really take away with how fantastic her body was.
After toweling off the girl almost thought about calling Roxanne to tell her about what had happened but she felt extra tired. She really had never been satisfied like this before, and it wasn’t like she was inexperienced.
Soon, the girl drifted off to sleep – blissfully forgetting about everything that had transpired that day.
In the meantime, Cindy’s dad exercised Roscoe. He wanted the dog to be in tip-top shape at all times so the animal could keep his little girl on her toes.
After a vigorous walk, the man fed the animal a high-protein meal and showed him to his dog house in the yard.
The dog, never having experienced sex before, also slept deeply and peacefully during the night. He dreamed of his new house and his owner. His tail wagged involuntarily when the man’s face appeared in the dog’s thoughts. Then there was Cindy. The dog still wasn’t sure what Cindy’s purpose was but whenever the dog thought of the girl, his dick began to harden, the tip of it peeping out from it’s hairy sheath.
Cindy’s dreams, meanwhile, had become interrupted by invasive ones. She dreamed she was in class and she was demonstrating for the class how to properly suck off a dog.
She dreamed of dog cocks and even that she got her own dog but when she brought it home found, disappointingly, that it had been neutered.
The girl started dreaming of sex, too. Of men with dog-heads and dogs with people heads. It got weird.
She dreamed she was visiting her cousin and uncle. They had just gotten a new dog. They were asking her strange sexual questions in the family room with her father laughing and smiling the whole time. A dog started barking form the garage loudly. More loudly than any dog Cindy had ever heard.
The barking in Cindy’s dream quickly turned to knocking though. Real knocking on her door.
Cindy woke up.
“Um. Come in, daddy,” she said, groggily.
Instantly she was scared that her dad was going to come in with Roscoe.
“Sweetie. I’m going out for the day. Roscoe is in the backyard. If you would, I just need you to feed him at noon, OK?”
Cindy nodded, happily.
In fact, the girl realized she was happy. Last night had been kinky and kind of fun. She didn’t want to do it all the time but maybe sometimes.
Oddly, she wanted to thank her dad so after cleaning up he house some, she decided to put one of his favorite outfits – a tight pink crop-top and a skin-tight white mini-skirt. To top it off she did up her make-up perfectly and put on some socks that went to the middle of her curvy calves and some slutty heels she knew her dad loved.
The last time Cindy wore this outfit her dad was so turned on that he lifted her up and fucked her on the kitchen sink. She loved that.
Cindy felt a twinge in her pussy. She was starting to get horny.
All of a sudden, though, an alarm went off. “That’s something new,” the girl thought.
She went to the kitchen and saw next to the new alarm was a bag of expensive dog food and a bowl.
Her father was so smart. He knew she’d forget to feed Roscoe.
Cindy gingerly opened the sliding glass door to the backyard with the bowl of food and a bowl of water.
Roscoe was just laying in his house, listlessly.
The animal rose up instantly upon seeing the teen sexpot and ran towards her, barking excitedly. Cindy almost felt back out of fright but realized that the animal was held back by a leash.
The girl carefully brought the food over – which Roscoe quickly and noisily went to work gobbling up.
Cindy just watched the dog, curiously, examining the amorous animal. He was a pretty damn big dog. Bigger than her. He didn’t really seem too bright. “OK, kinda adorable,” the girl concluded.
After finishing the food the animal started lapping up the water making wet, slapping sounds with it’s tongue. “Just like eating pussy,” Cindy thought before she caught herself.
Disgusted, she went inside, waiting for her father to return from being out.
Roscoe, for his part, finished his food and started focusing on her. The dog started barking loudly, straining against his leash.
“Thank god I’m in here, stupid dog,” Cindy thought to herself, smugly.
It didn’t take Cindy long to start getting bored – and just a little horny. She didn’t want to watch TV or any streaming services so she decided to send her daddy some sexy selfies.
After sending off some internet-fame-worthy and perfectly-posed pictures to her father, she called up Roxanne to see if she wanted to go to the mall and maybe flirt with some boys. After all, she was dressed to perfection.
As she was just about to head out she got a text from her father: “You look perfect, baby. I’ll be home tonight to take those sexy clothes off.”
In a huff, Cindy waited for her ride-share. Why couldn’t her daddy just come home now?
The car ride to the mall was pretty regular though the driver kept shooting her glances, trying to get good views of her incredible tits and exposed legs.
Cindy didn’t mind the attention.
The slutty girl didn’t mind the attention she got at the mall either. Herself and her friend, Roxanne, were the hottest girls in school and known cock-teases.
And while Cindy loved all the attention from younger men – she also loved getting the attention of fathers at the mall with their children. She smiled, knowing these men would rather be taking her home than their tired, old wives.
On the other side of town, Cindy’s father was also out shopping – but for very different things.
First, Jacob Reynolds had gone to the local shelter to thank the man who had chosen Roscoe for him – but he added that he was looking for another dog – possibly two – and requested a call when dogs of the specifications he wanted came in.
The kid behind the counter thought it odd that the man didn’t so much care about the breed of dog but insisted that the dogs had to be intact and extra healthy. Usually breeders who wanted that sort of thing were into something specific. He also wanted to make sure that the animal was “sizable, down there.”
Next, Jacob went to a couple of other places. He visited an electronics store for some state-of-the-art home surveillance equipment and a hardware store, a pet shop or two, and, of course, a sex shop. He visited the last for something custom he had ordered – a couple of special collars with custom engraving on them.
Across town, Cindy was trying on some new clothes with Roxanne
“Whoa, hey girl, what’s all that?” Roxanne asked, pointing to the obvious welts on Cindy’s body.
Flustered, Cindy just put on the tight shirt she had brought in, not wanting to admit anything to Roxanne, yet.
“Oh, nothing. Someone I was with got a little rough,” Cindy squeaked.
“Girl, anything I should be concerned about?”
“No, I promise it’s nothing bad. It was kind of fun,” Cindy responded, getting embarrassed.
Roxanne studied her friend, something seemed a little off, but she knew Cindy would tell her if it was something bad.
“Ok, well….. who was he? Can I see a picture or something?”
“Oh, you don’t know him. He’s not really from around here. I don’t have a pic right now.”
“Keep your secrets, girlfriend. I’ll find out sooner or later,” Roxanne retorted.
A little later Cindy got a text from her father.
“Hey babe, I’m gonna be out a little longer. Please feed Rozzy again. Thnx!”
Cindy was a little annoyed but was getting bored of the mall.
Leaving a bemused Roxanne behind, Cindy went home.
Roscoe was hungry, and thirsty again. He gobbled up the expensive food and slurped down the water and just looked up at Cindy, expecting something.
Cindy studied the brute. He was big and masculine. Something deep and primal inside her twinged.
She got down next to the animal – just for a quick peak.
Sure enough – the bright-red tip of Rozzy’s cock was showing. It resembled lipstick, Cindy thought.
The girl just bit her lip, taking a quick peak around to make sure no one was watching and reached out to touch the dog’s sheath.
Roscoe’s just hunkered down, tail wagging rhythmically, and whined as the teen girl felt him up.
For her part, Cindy was a little pleased at how fast the cock emerged – this animal got hard faster than any guy she new. As the girl played with the quickly stiffening dong, Roscoe began nuzzling her, sniffing and licking her exposed neck and collarbone.
Cindy moaned involuntarily.
“Fuck…. what am I doing….” she thought to herself, unclipping the dog’s leash.
Roscoe immediately jumped up on her, his size and weight knocking her over. Cindy just giggled as the dog began nuzzling the exposed skin of her tummy. Quickly, though, the animal started going lower. Cindy laid there for a second and cooed as the dog nuzzled her sleek, sun-kissed thighs and pressed his hard muzzle into her crotch.
Gathering her senses, the girl suddenly got up and went to the house, Roscoe excitedly leaping up on her as she retreated to the privacy of her living room, closing the sliding glass door behind them.
Jacob Reynolds parked on the street next to his house and gingerly walked up to the entrance. He knew Cindy was home but he didn’t want to surprise her – not just yet. He wanted to watch anything that may be going on.
Before going in, the man checked the backyard and whispered to Roscoe. Nothing. The doghouse was empty and Roscoe’s leash was sitting in the grass. Perfect.
The man rounded the house, checking the windows.
The house was mostly darkened and he couldn’t see anything but he thought he heard the unmistakable sounds of his baby-girl’s arousing squeals but he couldn’t be completely sure.
Jacob stopped and listened. He heard the wind rustling through the trees and bushes but nothing else.
The sounds from before must’ve been in his imagination, just wishful thinking. His hot daughter was probably asleep and Roscoe probably was too. He wasn’t sure what he was expecting to find but he knew what he wanted to find – his bonerrifc daughter getting railed by his dog.
His dog. Roscoe wasn’t going to be the family dog – not really. Sure, Cindy was going to learn to feed him but he wasn’t going to take directions from her. Roscoe was going to be his dog and Cindy was going to learn to please the brute whenever his doggy brain desired. Roscoe would take orders from the man of the house, Jacob. And soon enough, his hot baby-girl would serve two masters – himself and his dog.
Just as Cindy’s father decided it was time to go in something stopped him.
There it was. A girly squeal, emanating somewhere in the house. Not one of pain. No, she wasn’t crying out for help.
Cindy was in pleasure. And Jacob knew his daughter almost never masturbated – not unless he asked her to. She always preferred the real thing.
Excitedly, the man started peeking in windows, trying to catch a glimpse of whatever was going on inside.
Peering into the dimmed living room he saw something – a brief flicker of flesh.
He rose up higher to get a better look.
There – a heel, one if Cindy’s stripper heels, he could just barely see it from behind the couch. Another one came around it, as the girl’s legs were locking in place.
Rising up as high as he could, the man could see his daughter’s perfect, naked calves.
Her legs were obviously rocking back and forth. She must on her back on the floor, the man thought. But there was no sign of anything else, or why the girl was on the floor.
What the hell was Cindy doing.
Cindy wasn’t engaged in something idle that was for sure.
Then he heard a howl. That was a great sign, the man thought.
Then something else unmistakable. A tail. Roscoe’s big tail standing straight up, just beyond Cindy’s locked heels, just where a man’s ass could be if he was riding the girl missionary-style.
Jacob couldn’t be certain but he was pretty sure Cindy had goaded the dog into face-to-face fucking. This was perfect! A new trick!
The rocking stopped. Roscoe’s tail lowered.
“What’s going on?” the man wondered.
“Were they done? Was the dog knotting his bitch” – Jacob’s own teen daughter. He had to find out.
“Baby, I’m hoOOme,” Cindy’s father announced as he walked in.
Jacob made his way to the living room as if he had seen nothing and expected nothing.
A girly “hang on a second, daddy,” emanated from the interior of the house.
The man entered the living room, taking in the details. In the corner, Roscoe was cleaning himself. A mini-skirt lay on the floor. A bra was there to, it looked torn. Sings of something gone amiss.
Cindy was clearly flushed and disheveled, her hair matted and the roots dark with sweat, like she had just got done running a marathon. But who runs a marathon in high-heels and panties?
“Hey baby, did you miss me?” Jacob asked his daughter.
“Um, hi, daddy! I didn’t expect you! I almost thought you were gonna be gone all night!” Cindy said, trying to hide her current embarrassment.
“Oh, baby, you know I wouldn’t leave you all alone for too long…. hey. What’s going on? Where are your clothes?” The man asked, slyly.
“Um, so….” Cindy stammered, trying to come up with some plausible explanation that didn’t involve what had really happened.
Jacob studied her more closely. New welts on her creamy skin. Drying slobber on her body, on her face, her torso and huge, perky tits. He also noticed some hair – short gray and brown hair, plastered to her sun-kissed skin.
“Oh, I know what was going on. You and Roscoe were playing! Cindy and Rozzy were getting to know each other!”
Cindy just shot the dog a mean glance as he excitedly went over to her father who offered the animal a treat.
“Um, yeah. Right, daddy!”
“I’m so glad you two are getting to know each other. One big, happy family!”
Gazing on his hot daughter, her exposed tits, her beautiful face, Jacob started getting horny.
He needed some relief.
“Well, baby, you look amazing, maybe we can have some fun, whattdya say?” He said, moving towards his daughter.
Just about as he leaned in for a kiss, he stopped. There was not telling where that mouth had been. He leaned into her as she ran her hands over his muscular body. He caressed her jutting tits. The man wanted to take one of his daughter’s cute, pencil-eraser nipples in his mouth and suck on it like a piece of candy before he stopped himself again – doggy hair and drying slobber was smeared across Cindy’s perfect skin.
Jacob wanted to fuck Cindy – bend her over and savagely fuck her from behind but didn’t really want a dog’s sloppy-seconds. He was surprisingly fine with the situation, though. This is, in the end, what he planned and wanted.
“Hey babygirl. Why don’t you give daddy one of your world-class blowies, huh? Look at what I have for you,” the man whispered, grasping his boner.
Cindy was actually happy with this. She loved worshiping her father’s cock and didn’t really want him to find out what she’d been doing – even though she was pretty sure he could figure it out.
Sitting back on the couch, Jacob’s mind filled with pleasure as his hot teenage daughter sputtered and gagged on his aching boner. She really could give a blowjob, he though. Her plump lips and welcoming mouth seemed engineered for sucking cock. And she knew exactly when to deep-throat. Jacob beamed in pride as his mind became fogged in lust. His thoughts drifted to what might have happened earlier.
He imagined a seduction scene between his horny daughter and his equally horny dog. He imagined she stripped for the animal and encouraged then tried to entice him with a blowjob, maybe. Or maybe she let him lick her pussy before encouraging the animal to mount from the front. He thought maybe it was probably awkward at first but once the two were in position, nature took its course.
Just as Jacob was entering new states of pleasure, brought on by the enthusiastic blowjob and his vivid fantasy, Roscoe arose from his snack and cleaning himself and moved towards Cindy and her father.
“Slow down, baby. Look who it is! Rozzy wants to join in!”
Cindy reluctantly slowed and let out a frustrated moan. She didn’t like where this was going.
The animal got up on the couch to adore his master for a moment, who showered the animal with praise and pats, before turning its attention to the cock-sucking girl.
Clearly, the dog was learning, Cindy was fair game for both himself and his master.
Cindy just winced a little as Roscoe bumped his furry body into hers and moved his cold snout across her naked flesh, sniffing and investigating. The girl chose to ignore the little licks the dog gave as he sniffed her skin. To take her mind off the dog, she went back to her blowjob with renewed vigor.
“Baby, I need you to slow down. Let’s see what Roscoe, here, has in mind,” Cindy’s father said, keeping a hand locked in her matted, perfect blonde mane.
Cindy winced in annoyance. Everything was about Roscoe, now.
The girl could feel the dog, now, rooting around at her backside, sniffing her thighs, bumping against her crotch.
Cindy just wished the animal would go away.
That thought was clearly dashed as she felt her father pat her back.
“Up here, boy. Good boy,” she could hear her father encourage the dog. “Would you look at that, how adorable, Rozzy here just wants to say thank you for pleasing me so well, babydoll!”
Cindy felt the animal’s jump up on her, his paws landing right on her back. She heard lips smacking, too. Had her dad just given the dumb dog a treat?
“Thatta girl, just like that. Look at this, Rozzy wants to join us so we can have a threesome, didn’t you always want to have a threesome?”
Cindy had told her dad she fantasized about threesomes but not with a dog! Hell, she even agreed to maybe have a threesome with a girl, sometime.
Well, Cindy, thought, just because the animal was in position didn’t mean he wanted to fuck. He was just a dog and had had plenty of relief over the last couple of days.
To the girl’s disappointment, however, she felt Roscoe’s hard, slippery boner poking at the back of her thighs as the animal struggled to get the right purchase on his bitch.
Unlike the night before, it didn’t take him much time at all.
His big head was right next to hers, she could feel his hot breath on her cheek and his forelegs wrap around her torso, the fur of the dog’s forelegs tickling her tits.
God, Cindy thought, how can a dog be so horny? Hadn’t the dumb animal had enough?
What Cindy hadn’t considered, though, was sex was new to the dog – he hadn’t experienced it before, at least not before her.
Roscoe let out a loud, high-pitched bark of frustration as he rocked his body back and forth on top of the girl.
“Babydoll, I think you need to help him out a little. Don’t worry, he just wants to say thank you for making me feel so good,” Cindy’s father said, breathlessly, straining not to cum just yet.
Cindy just muffled her consent. Fine, she figured. If her dad really wanted Roscoe around she’d comply for just a little bit longer, so she reached back to pull her lacy, panties down to her knees and spread her thighs.
Roscoe kept humping until the tip was mashing against Cindy’s twat. She quickly reached back to guide the confused animal, once again, inside her.
Cindy’s father slowed down the blowjob once again as Roscoe began energetically humping his daughter.
“Mmm, baby, you’re too good, stop for a minute,” he instructed.
Cindy just complied as pleasure began to mount, her father nursing a spit-soaked boner as he took in the seen of a big hairy dog riding his hot teen daughter.
Jacob smiled. Cindy’s glorious body rocked and swayed beneath the erratic humping. Her hips rose and fell. Her eyes were closed, she was lost in lust. Small, hitching gasps escaped her lips as she periodically winced in pleasure.
Cindy was obviously enjoying mating with Roscoe.
“Alright, now keep sucking,” Cindy’s father demanded. “Bring me off at the same time as Rozzy.”
Cindy moaned appreciatively at the rough treatment of her daddy pulling her face down to his crotch. At her horniest she loved it, even it was degrading.
The girl quickly went back to work on her father’s rod as the dog continued its avid pumping.
“Fuck me. Yes. Fuck me, fuck me good you stupid mutt,” Cindy thought as she ground her hips for the rutting animal on top of her.
Everything disgusting about the situation was turning the girl on now. The sharp claws digging into her thighs, the prickly hair on her back, the hot breath on her cheek. She almost wanted to turn her head and kiss the animal – that’d be kinky!
“Oh, yeah. Keep sucking, girl. Fuck yea!” Jacob encouraged his daughter.
He encouraged the rutting animal, too. “Give it to her boy, fuck your bitch, Rozzy. Good boy.”
Cindy ignored the troubling chanting, too focused on pleasing the cocks embedded in her tight teenage body to care.
Plus, she was starting to figure out exactly when Roscoe was getting close to busting his doggy balls. The animal was getting close. She was completely ignoring her dad, really.
Out of nowhere, Cindy’s father busted first, shooting jets of cum down his pretty daughter’s throat. She gobbled it up.
“Ohhhh baby, that’s perfect. Eat it,” the man groaned as he resumed watching Cindy and Roscoe who were obviously on the cusp of a simultaneous orgasm.
“C’mon stud, fuck your bitch. C’mon Roscoe,” Jacob wheezed as he recovered from the fantastic blowjob.
He continued lavishing praise on the dog as it started to whine loudly and erratically, emptying it’s balls deep inside his daughter.
Cindy just gasped unintelligibly, lost in her own orgasm, as she felt burst after burst of hot dog ejaculate spurt into her clutching twat.
Cindy’s father looked on in awe as Cindy just kept in her same position, her glorious body quivering in the aftershocks of the hot dog-fucking. The girl just cooed softly, her head in arms as she knotted with Roscoe, ass to ass.
“Just like wolves in a nature documentary,” Cindy’s father mused to himself.
After a little while longer, Roscoe finally uncoupled with Cindy. Jacob led his new, prized pet out to the backyard, ensuring to feed him some extra-special high-protein snacks – for a job well done.
He then turned his attention to his disheveled daughter.
“You see, baby, having Roscoe around won’t be so bad. He can be outside most of the time and be a normal dog. I’ll walk him and buy his food and feed most of the time. We can just bring him inside when we want to have some extra fun.”
“Whattdya say, sweetheart?”
Cindy just looked down, still a little embarrassed about everything that had transpired over the last two days.
“Ok, daddy. I guess that’ll be ok,” she squeaked, trying not to sound as dejected as she felt. After all, though she hated to admit it, that stupid mutt had given her four amazing orgasms in just the first 24 hours of him being in the house.
“Perfect, sweetie,” Cindy’s father beamed. “I’m glad you two could get along. I would’ve gotten rid of Rozzy if you didn’t.”
Cindy let out a smile at this, her father was always watching out for her.
“Thanks, daddy. I still don’t know if I like dogs very much. But we can keep him around to have some fun sometimes, I guess.”
“Great, babydoll. Now you go rest. I have a big family day planned for all of us, tomorrow.”
Cindy nodded and went to her room, utterly exhausted.