Behind the mirror, the three men watched while the camera rolled, photographing the dog's every lustful, deep stroke into Cherie's abused cunt. Ron sat quiet now, knowing that the girl was beyond help, her degradation almost complete. She was looking into the mirror, watching the mind-blowing sight of canine male mounted carnally on human female and her eyes, half closed with many conflicting emotions, seemed to look straight into Ron's. The dog was fucking with an expert rhythm that Vanessa had taught him, a more human speed than a dog usually worked with, and Ron could see the tender ridges of Cherie's inner vaginal lining clinging to the penis as it withdrew, then folding wetly back inside as Diablo's powerful hind legs drove it back in again. In and out, in and out endlessly, the dog penis drubbed into the proud young female's conquered vagina. The delicate walls stroked Diablo's throbbing prick and Cherie felt its insistent fucking massaging the sensitive channel of her sex, driving his rigid cockmeat powerfully up and down her sweet vagina, stroking across her most responsive trigger points and causing darts of undeniable, undesired pleasure to shoot up through her belly to the tips of her jiggling tits. Cherie, lost in her sexual feelings, thrust her hips backward tentatively several times, felt the sensations clawing at her insides, and then with a moan gave herself up to a flood of emotion, setting her body into a pattern of movement she had learned the first time with Herb. Her hips moved back and forward, her upper body pivoting on her hands and knees, which she set wider apart.
"Oh, Vanessa," she gasped. "Oh, Van – it feels good. I don't believe it. It feels good!" With a tiny squeal she began to follow the dog's rhythm with her plump, wide-split buttocks. "Oh my, it feels very good."
The dog felt her vagina clamp down lovingly on his penis and increased the speed of his fucks, his tail waving wildly in the air behind him. He loved this young, blonde female with the tight pussy more than any woman he had ever fucked before and he thrust faster and harder and deeper into her clinging, pink-lipped wetness. The room filled with the liquid sounds and smells of fucking and the girl's innocent, passionate gasps, grunts, and whimpers of joy, and the heavy breathing of Vanessa as her state of arousal climbed. Cherie felt her loins being reamed to the hottest depths of her oozing pussy. She had never thought such a thing possible – even had it occurred to her to imagine it – that an animal, a dog, could have intercourse with a human. She had thought it physically impossible. Humans and dogs? But there it was, Diablo's penis in her vagina, shuttling wetly back and forth in the stream of her juices, hammering at the cup of her cervix, rubbing all the most sensitive spots inside and outside, slurping noisily with each stroke and reminding her that it really was happening, stoking a growing fire in her belly with each eager thrust. Oh, but she was so wet! It ran down the insides of her thighs, an embarrassing signal of the pleasure that she hadn't wanted to feel.
Glancing down beneath herself, between her tight, round, jiggling breasts, she could see the huge scarlet rod plunging home between her fat, furry cunt-lips. With each avid in-stroke, Diablo's great balls swung up under the tender, split mound of her pussy, slapping audibly against her lower belly while the webbing of the scrotum teased her swollen, red clitoris, bringing a hiss of wild pleasure to her constricted throat, and she tipped her hips upward to grant the dog better access to her burning hole. Diablo whined in appreciation.
Now she knew why Vanessa liked Diablo so much. He made no demands and only gave her the most incredible ecstasy imaginable. There was no danger of becoming pregnant – was there? And then a wild vision of her giving birth to a litter of tiny hairy babies with black noses and tails crossed her eyes. No, no, impossible, she told herself, moving harder and faster, feeling the dog's cock going through her, again and again, filling her with a joyful fire.
"You and Diablo look so sexy, so beautiful together," Vanessa purred from her seat, one finger sunk fully into her bubbling cunt. The older girl's eyes narrowed dreamily as she watched the incredibly erotic sight of Cherie's lovely body responding to the dog's savage fucking. She knew that Cherie, with her tight young vagina, was giving Diablo more pleasure than he had ever felt.
Diablo fucked happily into the the delicate, pink cunthole of the golden-haired bitch-girl beneath him. She had the sweetest, tightest, wettest pussy he had ever fucked. It caressed his cock, squeezing its entire rock-hard length in the most amazing way, all the way to the root, lovingly, as the tip stabbed her cervix and she shivered and her insides grabbed at the shaft, seeking to suck the cum out of him.
Cherie wiggled her buttocks and made purposeful stabbing motions backward to sheath the wonderful red dog-cock fully with each stroke. Her cheeks burned scarlet with her passionate exertions and her big tits bounced heavily beneath her, glstening with streaks of sweat that ran in rivulets down her thighs, waist, bottom and the cheeks of her face.
"Oh, Vanessa!" she exclaimed. "Oh, doggie, don't stop! Oh, it feels so good. Don't stop fucking my pussy, Diabloooooo!" she pled, her hot, wet vagina grasping hungrily at the hard-driving rod of canine power. The tip pounded her womb and brought sobs of joy to her lips as it drubbed against that tender, sensitive spot, and the lovely girl felt the crackling heat grow in her loins, signalling the approach of her orgasm. The realisation hit her that she was going to have a climax on the dog's penis. She was going to come with the dog!
Vanessa's eyes locked with hers as she cried, "Vanessa, I'm going to come! Oh, I'm really going to come!"
"Go with it, baby," Vanessa urged in a soft, husky voice. "Not every girl gets to come with Diablo."
Cherie groaned and swung her head toward the mirror, catching a glimpse of her impassioned, flushed face in the mirror. She saw herself as a wild, hungry animal, mounted by the male in an instinctive reproductive act. Her hand went back her her bottom and she pulled her right buttock to the side to allow the dog to crowd in closer and scrub her tingling asshole with the fur of his belly as he drove into her cunt with his rampant cock.
Behind the mirror, Ron could see her eyes, as though looking into his own as her ass rammed backward against the rutting dog, her red-rimmed vagina split by the penetrating, red dog-cock, and her pink, tingling anus winking open and closed at him between her wide-spread buttocks. It flashed on him, as he stroked his hard prick, that he would like to fuck her there, in the asshole, where no one else had ever been, now that Herb, Cleophas, and the dog Diablo had all enjoyed her delicious pussy. It was her asshole, through which she shit every day, but at least no one else had had the pleasure of it.
Cherie shrieked, her whole body shaking uncontrollably as her orgasm suddenly crashed over her like a tidal wave on a peaceful, island shore, rippling through her from vagina and clitoris, through her quaking belly, to her great breasts, up the back of her neck and into her head. Her blonde locks tossed from side to side as it took her to the heavens and back where she landed in a trembling heap of contented, female flesh.
Diablo felt her tender, silken cunt clamp down on his jerking cock and he could postpone his climax no longer. He gave three excited yelps, answered by dog-like yaps from Cherie – now reduced to that level by her own uncontrolled lust, a bitch covered by a rutting male – and began the most satisfying series of come-thrusts of his life into the most lovable vagina he had ever fucked.
"Oh-oh!" Cherie cried, even as she began to shudder with her second orgasm. "He's coming in me! Vanessa, he's coming inside me!"