6th Birthday"Happy birthday!" Cindy's parents exclaimed in perfect harmony when the girl entered the kitchen.
Eight chairs outlined the rectangular table. Before each chair, there was an otherwise transparent mat with images of roses in their centers. A ceiling light was above the table. The white refrigerator was behind the chair that was furtherest from the door. Wooden cabinets hung over the silver sink and were attached to orange walls. Dark brown planks made up the floor.
Bill wore a gray pair of sweatpants and white socks. A full beard covered his chin and cheeks. Hair forested his buff, dark-skinned chest.
He sat in the wooden chair that was closest to the kitchen's swinging door. A white plate of two bacon strips, scrambled eggs, and a stack of three half-eaten pancakes was in front of him. Leaning over, he got a kiss on the lips from his daughter.
Monica was topless, wearing a black skirt that didn't reach too far down her knees. Her round breasts were a sight to see on her sleek torso.
Her chair was in front of her husband, across the wooden table. Two syrupy pancakes overlapped beneath her yellow eggs and single bacon. She, too, sunk her head for a kiss from her junior splitting image.
"Thank you, Daddy and Mommy," replied Cindy.
The newly 6-year-old wore a long, red T-shirt that almost completely covered her bare knees. Her long hair flowed freely down her back.
She sat beside her mother.
Monica fixed Cindy a plate and the trio ate mostly in silence.
"We got you a very special present, Cind," Bill declared, standing up and pushing his chair in. "Something -- besides dildos and butt-plugs -- that you can use when we're not around."
Cindy ran into his pelvis and raised her hands to his bare chest as if trying to reach his shoulders. "What, daddy? What? What?"
Bill crouched so he was at eye-level with the girl. "Go into the living room with Mommy..." Before the man could finish his command, Cindy bolted out of the kitchen. "and... I'll... bring... it... to... you."
Monica laughed at her husband for speaking to thin air, seemingly not knowing that their daughter was already gone. She then followed the birthday girl.
"Where's my present? Where's my present?" Cindy asked, repeatedly bouncing her plump little ass on the leftmost seat of the red three-cushioned couch.
"Close your eyes and daddy will bring it to you."
Cindy did as she was told. Her mother covered her brown eyes with her hands as a precaution. In the dark, she heard some footsteps approach, then stop in front of her. Her face soon felt a gently pull that brought the back of her head to the couch. Next, the hem of her shirt was separated from her lap.
A soft pat hit the couch in between Cindy's legs. Short pants of hot breath then started to hit her cunt. Trickles of juice secreted from her pussy as a result of the breathing combined with the suspense of the darkness. The breath got nearer and nearer, making her forbidden area salivate onto the couch. Without warning, a solid chill hit her clit, causing her to reflexively attempt to sit up before being pulled back down.
"Eeee!" the girl yelped. She opened her eyes, but only saw the dark, as her mother hands shielded her vision. She closed her eyes.
A pause followed, prompting Cindy to futilely look around. She then felt someone hold her shins and spread her legs as far as they could go, making her cunt open a bit. Two thick fingers pried her meaty labia apart and held it in a way that left her pink insides exposed.
A rough, moist object quickly swiped through Cindy's lower lips and up to her clit, making her shoulder hunch.
"Mmm, it tickles!" Cindy moaned.
The object began repeatedly moving up and down on her wet cunt. Each clearing was wide enough to blanket Cindy's entire pussy. It would start at the point between her anus and cunt, then quickly rise up to her baby clit while brushing against her hole and scooping up its sweet moisture.
Little Cindy was in heaven. Every touch of the object against her bare pussy would cause her to shiver. If this was a tongue, it was one she never felt before. Its rough surface, wet body, and range was bringing her closer to orgasm than anything she ever had.
"Oooh! Mmmph! Uuuggnnnhhhh!"
Cindy's thick legs shook excitedly. Her own cunt juice was filling her nose. Tingles in her lap were like fireworks in her brain. She shut her legs, feeling something big and warm touching their insides when she did.
"Cum, you little birthday slut! Cum!" Monica cheered.
"Ooh! Oh! Oh! Oh!"
Obviously, Cindy wasn't a squirter, but her pussy became the base of a watery explosion. She fiercely kept heaving her torso, and was pulled right back into the cushions behind her. Her spread legs opened and closed, rapidly hitting whatever was between them. Whatever made her do that, it stopped now.
When Cindy finally caught her breath, Monica felt that it was time for her to see her present.
"Surprise!" Monica removed her hands from her daughter's eyes.
Cindy sat up and looked between her soaked thighs. Her eyes widened and her jaw dropped with an accompanied gasp. Right in front of her, a black doberman was scratching itself. A chain leash was attached to its green collar.
"Ooooh! A dog!" Cindy wobbly felt to her knees and gave the dog a big hug.
The dog opened its brown eyes and hung its flat tongue out, panting. As if responding to the girl's affections, it rested his chin on her right shoulder and wagged its long tail.
Cindy broke the hug and scrambled to her feet. Next, she limped to her father, who was standing beside the dog, and embraced him.
Bill put his hands on the shorter girl's back.
Cindy then stumbled to Monica and hugged her.
"You're welcome, Cindy," the woman said while patting her back.
"What's it's name?" Cindy asked Monica.
"The dog is yours," Bill said. "You decide."
Cindy looked at the doberman in deep thought. "Is it a boy, or girl?"
"See for yourself." Cindy looked quizzical. "Look between the dog's back legs."
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