Mark Lewis: Bestiality for Cindy

"Beautiful," he exclaimed as he wiggled his butt on her tongue. "Suck ass. Suck my honey ass."

Finishing that he had still other ideas.

"Now, baby," he smiled, "you just stretch out and I'll use the whipped cream the way I should."

Don took the whipped cream container and squeezed and watched the white foam spray over her bosoms and then he made a whipped cream trail down to her pussy. Parting her pussy lips he applied some inside of her. Then he formed a triangle on her pussy. Next he placed a cherry on each nipple of her bosoms.

"What a sucking sight," he told her. "Baby, I'm gonna enjoy licking you clean."

He nibbled on the maraschino cherries, letting her nipples feel his teeth nibbling now and then. She loved the way he sucked on her breasts when he was getting the whipped cream off. He followed down to her vagina. His tongue slid back and forth across her whipped cream pussy. Finally he plunged his tongue inside. He ate the whipped cream out of her box. At the same time his hands manipulated her ass cheeks. But she was hardly prepared for what he planned on next. With her ass up in the air he suddenly threw her legs over his shoulders. Spitting in his hands he applied his own spit to his cock.

"I'm gonna slide up your asshole," he told her, "and you're gonna love every fucking inch of it."

Passionately he plunged his thick cock right up her rectum. She twisted on his penis.

"Fuck it, baby," he told her, "fuck."

He rammed it into her hard. She loved the sensation of his big penis slipping into her.

"That's the way to do it," he told her. "Now you're doing it. Come on, baby, fuck."

As he rode his thick cock into her behind she twisted in delight.

"Yes, yes," she exclaimed, "fuck me. Fuck me, Don."

She rolled her head back and forth on the pillow as the waves of erotic pleasure shot through her body as his thick pulsating penis stabbed up her rectum.

She had been fucked before but never like this. Don had a way of really stimulating her. She liked having her legs over his shoulders. Her thighs pressed against them as he fucked vigorously.

His hands reached up to grip her bosoms. Now he was ramming so much that his forehead was creased and he was perspiring.

"Give it to me," she urged him on. "Every fucking inch of it. Let me feel it. Come on, baby. I want to feel that pecker meat."

His throbbing, stabbing cock was shoving to a sticky white climax.

"Oh, baby," he grasped excitedly, "we're making it. Yes. Now we're doing it. Come on. Fuck it. Fuck it off."

It wouldn't be much longer until she came.

"Yes, yes," he enthused, "now you're doing it. That's the way I like it. Come on. Fuck it off."

As he went on thrusting into her, she wiggled. She was getting more and more excited every moment.

"Give it to me," he told her. "Come on, baby, now you're fucking. That's the way I want it. Fuck it."

Don's hot sperm erupted from his cock head. She squeezed the juice out of the tip of his penis. He loved it as her hips churned around and she milked his penis.

When he had finished shooting a load up her asshole he slowly eased out. It wasn't hard to slide out of her ass. For it was a cum-slickened channel.

He rolled over and lay there. He fell asleep. The next morning her mother got up to fix some coffee. She went into Cindy's bedroom and nearly flipped out.

"What on earth is going on here?" She exclaimed.

"Don't worry about it, Mom," she told her. "Apparently your lover wanted me last night. You were too loaded to get his rocks off for him."

"I don't want you talking that way," her mother said tightly. "I had a couple of drinks and I don't know what happened to me."

At this point Don awakened.

"Couple of drinks, my ass," he told her. "You had about ten. I had to carry you out of the place."

"I wish you wouldn't talk that way in front of my daughter," her mother said with a snide voice. "It's disgusting."

"Your daughter's a dog fucker," Don said, "so don't make her out as a plaster-of-Paris saint. Do you mind?"

"You've been violating Caesar?" Her mother demanded tightly.

"What is violating, Mom?"

"You're not learning much at school these days," her mother said. "I ought to throw you out. Something I think they mixed up the babies at the hospital."

"I wish they had," she sobbed. "You're not much of a mom. You're just a slut."

"You don't speak to your mother like that," Don shrugged. "She can't help it if she is a slut. How is she gonna buy her booze?"

"I wish you'd get out of here," her mother demanded of Don.

"It'll be a pleasure," he told her. "I don't like to mix with dog fuckers. I might be contaminated."

Cindy was crying some more.

"That miserable Don," he mother said as she sipped her coffee. "You can't trust him. And I can't trust Caesar, either. We'll send him to the pound."

"You'll do no such thing," Cindy cried out. "I happen to love Caesar."

"If you'd want to do an exhibition with the dog," Don chuckled, "I know a stag place that would really pay plenty to have you wiggle your ass with a big dog stud."

"That's all we need," her mother snapped. "Now get out of here, you bastard."

"One more word like that out of you," Don told her, "and you don't need to come back to work. Do you understand?"

"Vera can take care of you," her mother quipped. "You are disgusting."

"I was only trying to explain that nobody is perfect," Don shot back. "I'm willing to accept you with the warts and everything. That is, if you will accept me into your nice little family. I'm hungry and I could use some coffee, too."

Cindy thought about it a long moment. "You don't hold it against me for doing it with a dog, do you, Don?"

"Of course not," he told her. "I think it's wonderful. And so do a lot of other men. If doing it with a dog is your hang-up, honey, do it with the dog. And if others enjoy watching, let them pay."

Her mother looked at Don curiously.

"How much do they pay for a dog act these days?"

"More than when you were doing it," he chuckled.

"I never did it with a dog," she quipped quickly, "and you have a nerve to suggest such a thing."

That made Cindy feel horrible.

"Mom," Cindy broke in, "please, don't act that way. I want to show you how he can do it. It's really a beautiful thing."

"Do you want to perform before breakfast?" Her mother asked nervously.

"Why not?" She demanded. "Some people eat chocolates at breakfast."

Patting the bed nervously, the young girl parted her legs and patted her pussy. Sure enough, the big dog bounced on the bed. Reaching down she gripped his cock and pulled on it a couple of times.

"Look at him," her mother shrieked, "male chauvinist pig."

"You mean dog, don't you?" Don chuckled.

At this point the dog plunged his thick cock into the young girl's vagina.

"I hope they can't have children," her mother exclaimed. "I would hate to have a grandchild from that match."

"It would serve you right," Don chuckled, as he felt his balls tingling.

He was bare ass naked and standing there.

"Apparently this stimulates you," her mother quipped as she glanced at his erect male member.

"Do you mind if I jerk off?" He asked as he sat down on the edge of the bed fascinated by the sight of Caesar's big shaft slipping into the young girl's vagina.

"Of course not. Maybe I should stick my finger in my twat and see what I could find," her mother suggested.

All at once she was taking off her clothes. She took another sip of coffee and then sat on the other side of the bed. It was an erotic sight to see the two of them sitting on the edge of the bed playing with themselves while the dog was fucking young Cindy. Cindy didn't mind. She was lost in the blissful jabs of the dog's cock stabs.