There were the two men, looking through a window into the bedroom beyond where Ron could see Cherie kneeling lewdly with her knees planted widely apart as Vanessa feasted on her delicious, pink-rimmed private orifices. The blonde's face was turned toward Ron and her half-open eyes appeared to be looking straight at him. Her cheeks and lips were puffy and her face slack and twitching with the feelings that shot through her pussy and into her belly and breasts. And just a few feet away, Diablo was poised, panting and waiting, the great, red sausage of his cock fully exposed and ready.
Suddenly, Ron understood just what was going on. The two others turned toward him and they smiled. Ron was galvanized with horror as he saw Vanessa, without removing her mouth from Cherie's drooling cunt, reach out and pull Diablo toward Cherie's defenselessly parted and upraised buttocks. Ron made a move to leave the room, to get to Cherie before it was too late, but Herb and Cleophas, seeing the consternation on his face, each grabbed an arm and forced him down into one of the chairs to hold him there.
Cherie unconsciously felt the second weight on the bed, gasped when Vanessa's mouth left her just for a second, and then mewled with pleasure as the tongue came back again. It seemed like a longer and lighter tongue that swabbed her slit from clit to anus and beyond, curled up under her belly and sliced through her pink gash from the front of her hot, gooey crease upward almost to her tailbone. It felt so good that it was a long time before it dawned on her that that long, wet tongue could not possibly be Vanessa's beloved caress. A glance in the mirror revealed the truth, and she froze with shock at the sight.
Diablo was licking her! Lapping at her pink split as if her crotch were a bowl of warm milk. Was this what Vanessa was referring to when she had spoken of Diablo as a lover? She choked with shock and revulsion, then uttered a wail of despair. "Oh, no! Not that!"
As she tried to crawl forward, away from Diablo, Vanessa forestalled her with a strong hand on her nearest thigh. "Freeze! Mustn't make him mad, darling," Vanessa cautioned. "He'll tear you apart. He likes what I like, and he always gets it."
Cherie shook her head, and the golden waves of her hair shimmered. "But it's wrong," she sobbed. "A dog should never lick my… my vagina. It's all wrong, and perverted."
"Well, we'll have to make it right," Vanessa said, signalling to Diablo, who reared up on his hind legs and mounted Cherie's tender buttocks, clamping his forepaws around her slender waist, his massive red dog-cock swinging and bumping between her spread thighs. "So get ready for the greatest fucking of your life."
"Fucking?" Cherie breathed questioningly and then she gaped at the mirror, now understanding everything, that the dog fully intended to enter her tender vagina with that massive, red appendage that was now bouncing back and forth between her inner thighs, the gooey tip, shining with its own lubricant, stabbing wetly against the soaking pink furrow of her vagina's entrance. Could a dog actually have intercourse with a woman? No, it must be impossible. People and dogs weren't made the same, were they? Not in the same way Cleophas and she had done it yesterday. But the rock-hard prong seemed to insist on entering her and Cherie frantically shifted her hips from side to side in a desperate attempt to evade penetration, feeling her pussy's mouth stretch dangerously once as the tip almost – but not quite – succeeded in penetrating her tingling love-channel.
His cock desperately needing the feel of her female flesh, Diablo growled angrily with frustration, leaning forward and closing his jaws softly on the nape of Cherie's neck and her entire body froze in terror for just that moment, just long enough for the dog to expertly find the delicate opening of her young vagina with the tip of his penis, and she gagged at the deep pelvic shock as he suddenly romped forward, burying his giant animal phallus half its length in her innocent pussy. Vanessa watched from close up as four inches of the massive prick disappeared into Cherie's tiny, wet cunt with a wet, sluicing sound.
"Oh, my God!" Cherie groaned, her mind exploding with the reality of it as she felt herself stretched and entered as few women ever were. Ron struggled behind the glass, fairly foaming at the mouth as the other two men held him down into a chair, while he watched his lovely Cherie bestially mounted and entered by the devilish dog. Cherie's cheeks burned scarlet and her whole body shuddered as she felt herself invaded by the dog's cock, debased as she had never believed possible.
Diablo whined with pure joy, feeling the girl's tender vagina with its young muscular grasp gripping his vibrating, canine cock. Adjusting his stance behind the subserviently kneeling blonde, he instinctively drove forward again, sinking his mighty canine penis the rest of the way into Cherie's cunt. The hard, dripping tip pushed its way to the maximum depth into her cunt followed by that strong, pulsing shaft of rigid canine meat. Vanessa observed with satisfaction that Cherie's young vagina was fully penetrated, Diablo's balls resting cosily against the forward area of the girl's plump, pink labial split, the crimson rim of the opening clasped tightly around the base of the shaft.
Diablo looked to his mistress for the signal that would allow him to follow his instincts and begin fucking the sobbing female he had dominated with his powerful, furry male body. He was very well trained and would make no move without the proper command from his beloved Vanessa, though once he started there would be no stopping him until he had emptied the seed from his swollen balls into her silken pussy.
The older girl reached beneath the blonde and lovingly hefted one of the large, lush breasts, putting her mouth to Cherie's ear. "Isn't he just divine, my Cherie?" Vanessa crooned. "Isn't it just the most wonderful cock in the world?"
"Please!" Cherie begged in a devastated whine. "Please make him stop. I don't want this." Tears coursed down her cheeks and she tried to crawl away, but Vanessa's strong hands stayed her and Diablo's forelegs gripped her tightly as his hindlegs gave a hop that kept his massive penis deeply buried in her. Cherie sobbed miserably again and again and the spasms caused her pussy to contract maddeningly around Diablo's already bursting cock. The girl squealed and whined as the dog gave three eager strokes and stayed himself.
"No can do, Cherie, my darling." Vanessa said. "He's just too dangerous." Vanessa licked her finger, slid it between Cherie's wide-spread asscheeks, and, while the girl moaned in misery at the new penetration, pushed it into the girl's clenched anus, feeling the bulk of Diablo's cock through the thin, delicate membrane. To excite the dog, she pressed down with her finger and wiggled it inside Cherie's rectum and heard his whine of pleasure. Cherie twisted her hips at the unexpected sensation and glanced in the mirror at the lewd sight she presented to herself in the mirror, her firm, smooth, round bottom lifted to the dog's pleasure, his paws gripping her waist as his belly pressed insistently into the cleft of her ass, while his tongue hung out in eager, rutting lust.
Vanessa gave her finger a wiggle in Cherie's asshole, then drew it out, winked at the mirror and the men she knew were watching from behind it, and gave a double nod as the signal that Diablo knew well. And then, with a growl of relief, Diablo began to fuck in and out of Cherie's pussy with long, smooth, slow strokes. Cherie caught her breath as the unwanted but familiar feelings darted through her sensitized loins and after a few dozen strokes she was surprised to find that except for the strange feeling of the dog's fur brushing over the sensitive orifice between her buttocks, the dog's penis plowing back and forth in her feminine channel felt much the same as Herb's or Ron's or Cleophas'. The webbing between shaft and scrotum twanged her clitoris in a way that caused her to squirm uncontrollably and her hips kicked backward reflexively. Vanessa heard the liquid cock-in-cunt slurp from the point of penetration and backed off to enjoy the sight of the Cherie's animal awakening, sitting back in a chair and angling her thighs high and wide so that she could freely finger-fuck her own aroused and oozing pussy.