Herb chuckled. "You want to find out, just come with me." And he walked ahead without waiting to see if his associate would follow. When they reached the top of the stairs, Herb walked on past Vanessa's door and to another one a few yards beyond it.
"It's this one," Cleophas corrected, but he saw Herb shake his head.
"This one," the Herb said, and Cleophas went into the next room with him.
Cleophas found himself in a dim room with a row of chairs lined up before what appeared to be a window looking into Vanessa's room, just a few feet from the bed.
"A two-way mirror!" Cleophas gasped. "You had it all set up from the beginning!" He looked around and saw a video camera pointed at the bed, already running and recording everything that was taking place on the bed. And there in the room were Vanessa and Cherie locked in a passionate embrace, the older girl's experienced fingers thrusting between the pink walls of the younger girl's tender, wet pussy.
"You see, Clee," Herb said. "I never expect a man to be any less than that, fuck what he can. When I was young, I fucked the boss' wife. And his daughter. I know what a man has to do. I'm a very fair man, you see. I understood that you wanted to fuck Cherie, because she's fuckable, and if you didn't want to fuck her, I wouldn't want to either. I'm a very fair and understanding man. But a woman has to be faithful, especially to me. If she fucks around, then I punish her, like Cherie's getting punished now, or soon will be. And I'm going to make sure she remembers her punishment. Of course, so will you, and you might not want her when her punishment is over." Herb gestured toward the camera. "She'll get one of the copies. Her mother will get another."
Cleophas stared at Herb, then turned as he heard Cherie's voice cry out with some deep-felt emotion. Vanessa's lovely face was buried between Cherie's uplifted thighs as the older girl attacked the tender, pink pussy with her tongue. In long, hungry swipes, the tongue travelled from the vermilion dimple of her anus to the twitching bud of her clitoris.
"Oh, Vanessa, pleeeeease!" Cherie moaned, impulsively spiraling her hips up to the other girl's face. "Oh, what are you doing? Please, mooooore!" And Vanessa obliged, her expert tongue driving away all thoughts of anything outside this room of pleasure and joy.
Over in the corner, Diablo awakened and raised his head, sniffing the air for the sweet aroma of Cherie's oozing, aroused pussy. The smell beckoned to him and his massive, red dog cock began sliding from its sheath, ready for action in the way Vanessa had taught him when he was just a bit more than a puppy.
Cherie turned her burning face to the side when she heard movement, saw Diablo pacing agitatedly in front of the mirror, his massive, scarlet penis hard and fully distended from its sheath, swinging tightly beneath him as he walked back and forth. His tongue was hanging out full length, swaying in synch with his cock. He looked very upset.
The innocent young girl jerked as she felt a bolt of electricity lance from her clitoris up into her womb and she forgot the dog and returned her attention to the other girl.
"Vanessa, oh my, Vanessa, you do it so good!" Cherie moaned, her belly tightening with the beginning spasms of an orgasm. Vanessa felt the muscles of Cherie's vibrating cunt tighten around the tongue she had thrust full-length inside the girl's hot pleasure-channel and the juices flowed out, coating her chin where it was pressed into the cleft of the girl's asscheeks. "Vanessa, you're so good!"
Vanessa sat up, stroking Cherie's thighs with both hands. "Yes, I'm good, 'cause I know what I'm doing, but I haven't got a cock, and I think that's really what you need." She gently palmed Cherie's tits and smiled. "But Diablo has a cock."
Cherie stared at her without comprehending. "What do you mean?"
Vanessa's eyes closed dreamily. "When all else fails, and men are only disgusting, Diablo is the best lover a girl could have. Now why don't you turn over and get up onto your hands and knees and get ready for the fucking of your life."
Cherie hesitated. "I don't understand," she said, shaking her head.
"Just do what I say, damn it," Vanessa said sharply. "Don't argue with me. Never, ever argue with me. See Diablo's teeth? If you don't do as I say immediately, we'll both be in trouble. Here, you must trust me."
Cherie, unwilling to incur the displeasure of someone she truly liked and trusted, hastened to obey, rolling over onto her hands and knees and presenting her round bottom cheeks to Vanessa's hungry eyes. The older girl moved behind her, parted her firm, globular buttocks, and went to work with her tongue from a different angle, and the younger girl was reminded of how Herb had done it to her in just this way and position. Cherie immediately relaxed and began moving her hips in sensuous circles. Her juices flowed freely, wetting her inner thighs and soaking the pubic hair Vanessa had already dampened with her saliva.
Diablo, very quietly, rose to all four feet and approached the bed expectantly.
Ron waited for Herb and Cleophas to come back down the stairs, but in vain. When they didn't reappear, he began to wonder what they were talking about in reference to Cherie. Herb still knew nothing about his hot lovemaking with Cherie in the storage room, so he was reluctant to show too much concern about her in front of the boss and Cleophas. He would never know that Cleophas had been watching him and Cherie that time in the closet when they had climbed the heights of ecstasy.
When he arrived at the door to Vanessa's room, he paused and listened. Yes, he could her Cherie's voice, purring in that unmistakable way she did when she was nearing her climax. So she was in there getting fucked silly again! he thought. But who was it, Herb or Cleophas? Or could it be both? He was about to ease the door open and find out when he saw another door, slightly ajar, just three yards beyond. He went toward it, and pushed it open.
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.
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.