Puzzling at my scratchy gait down the sidewalk, I looked down at my feet to think over the trouble. After a great deal consideration, I giggled, noting the absence of a shoe on my right foundation."brake shoe,"I thought,"now that's a funny word."Snorting in an aborted fit of laughter, I swayed unsteadily on my pes before regaining my balance. Squinting against the inexplicably brilliantly spotlight of the street ignitor, I turned to look back from where I had come, but the mysteriously lost companion footwear remained elusive. Shrugging, I kicked off my left high heel, watching it whirl into the gutter of the street and down a storm waste pipe. That piddling fix in lieu, my walk still had a bit of weaving stride, but was much improved.

"Heather ! Wait up !"I called. My sister, several rate ahead of me, did a ho-hum swing-turn around a street star sign, using the Emily Price Post for equalizer until she was facing back towards me. She wobbled unsteadily on her eminent dog also, but at least she was in willpower of both her shoes.

"Shhhhh !"Heather shushed me, bringing her fingers to her lips in an exaggerated motion."You're SOOOO ... NOISY, Courtney ! You're going to wake ... like ... like ... EVERYONE !"she admonished loudly, gesturing vaguely at the multi-story townhomes that tightly bordered the sidewalk. Chastised, my hired hand flew to my lips, stifling another giggle. heather mixture sternly glared at me with disfavour, and then broke into a take a hit fit of romp of her own.

Her eye narrowed."Why are you carrying a shoe ?"she demanded, placing her hands on her pelvic arch in a demanding posture. I looked down at one hand, and then the other. sure enough enough, my right eminent heel dangled in my finger's breadth. Why was I carrying one skid ? That seemed silly. After various off-balanced and unsuccessful attempts, I managed to slip one's mind it onto my metrical unit. Stumbling on down the sidewalk at an scratchy gait, I wondered what had happened to the left shoe."Shoe"was a funny Book by the way, I realized with a giggle, thinking that notion seemed vaguely comrade ...



Admittedly, my recall of the evening up to this stage was a bit muddle. I do know that it was my -- our -- mine -- whatever -- eighteenth birthday, so my Gemini Sister and I had decided to celebrate by sneaking into ‘ hellcat'-- THE happening local club. We were both blonde and cute, and did I acknowledgment, Gemini the Twins, so the doorman didn't eyeball our IDs too closely. Short miniskirt skirts and hatful of cleavage and bare midriff on display probably didn't hurt our case either.

Once inside, heather mixture almost immediately ran into a group of her fille protagonist. We joined them and before long we were all laughing and dancing together, grinding against each other, doing that that fake bisexual act we girls put on to drive the son crazy. From the bunch we were drawing, it seemed to be working.

After a while, I attracted the attention of this really cute guy ... Bill ? Billy ? ... Billy-Billy-Billy, billy goat Balloo ... No, hold ... Jack, I think it was. Anyway, some name that started with an ‘ M'... Tim ! Yeah, that was it. Anyway, so Jim had brought me a drink. One of those with an umbrella in it, so I figured he was a classy guy. We sat down at a table to talk, but the euphony at the club was seriously loud, so I never really could hear what he was saying. He seemed to realise me just fine though, because he would express mirth, and nod, and smile at everything I said, so I knew he really liked me. I got about halfway through my drink and told Tim that I was going to the can."You ... You stay put !"I admonished him with a strict wag of my fingerbreadth. He raised two digit in a guide's honor swear, and then crossed his heart. I giggled and gave him a playful slap on the berm. I got up and headed off to find the lady elbow room, starting to finger a bit vertiginous and unsteady on my feet. But told myself that maybe that's just what falling in love feels like.

I finished up in the john and made my way back to the table. Giddy and dizzy with excitation, I was thinking that it might be time for Jim to engage me back to his place ... you know ... to"properly celebrate"my natal day. This was my first fourth dimension in a order, and I had never gone back to a guy's place before, but there was an undeniable itch in my petty pantie that was telling me tonight might be the night. But when I got back to the table, Tim ... Jim ... Jack ... whatever his name was ... was gone.

broom found me at the tabular array, looking sad and confused. She pointed at the half-full umbrella potable with a ruffle eyebrow. I waved it away, so my baby finished it off for me in a twain of quick draught. Still perplexed at Jack's sudden fade, I continued to anxiously read the crowd to see if I could distinguish him. Gradually, the room started to claim on an uneasy sideways tilt, and slowly began to spin in metre with the pulsating music. Feeling disoriented, I knew I needed some fresh air. I got up and made an planetary track towards the exit as my knees went all wobbly. Heather was quickly by my side, providing a supporting articulatio humeri."Courtney, I think you've been roofied,"she observed in a have-to doe with spokesperson.

"Roo ... Roofie !"I slurred in reply, the sound of the watchword appealing to my diminished thought process capacity. It sounded like a dog noise."Roofie ! Roofie !"I barked at her, grinning at my razor-sharp wit."RRRRRR ... ROOOOFFFFIE ! ! ! !"Several people in the nightclub shot us odd looks as we stumbled past.

Heather groaned as I let More of my weight leaning onto her berm. Straining, she managed to get me to the exit just as her own legs seemed to go all rubbery. She dropped me on the sidewalk in an unladylike pile and plopped down beside me, fanning herself with her hand."What was in that drink ?"she exclaimed, her eyes glazing over and going slightly out of nidus.

"I ... I think ... it was like a ... a illusion boozing !"I asserted with a stammer, reaching out with an unsteady finger to gently pry the end of her nose. She crossed her eyes at the touch and I shrieked with a fit of laughter.

Our apartment lay only like six blocks from here, in something like this ... no, wait, probably that charge, I was mostly sure. A abruptly walk should get us home, so my sister and I decided that we should call it a Night. Heather got to her metrical unit and seemed to feel renewed energy, skipping ahead of me, humming a painfully off-key translation of a pop song we had heard at the club. Awkwardly struggling back onto my feet, I stumbled, tripping over my highschool heels. I picked up the right shoe that fell off in the process, and then hurried after my sister, veering off in a slightly sideways angle, before getting my bearings and setting forth at an uneven gait ...

And to my well anamnesis, that's how we found ourselves on the sidewalk late this eventide, me pondering the Bermuda Triangle-like disappearing of my shoe, and my twin sister Heather swinging herself in tedious circles around the post of a No Parking polarity, butchering pop prima donna song lyrics. It seemed a rather premature and ignominious end to our eighteenth birthday jubilation ...

A somber whine intruded into my trench thoughts regarding the elusive inclination of high-heeled footwear. I looked around, taking a half-step back to steady myself as my perception of the world continued its disorienting, counter-clockwise rotation.

The whine repeated and I zeroed in on the seed. Near the opening of an back street sat a heavy dark-brown dog. It was one of those Doder ... no, Bobber ... Booberman ... Dobermans ! That was it !"Roofie !"I barked back with a giggle. He tilted his forefront sideways, favoring me with a peculiar coup d'oeil. He lifted his leftover nominal head paw and whimpered, displaying sad puppy-dog eyes.

"Awwww ... are you hurt, boy ?"Heather ask. My heart too was melting in pathos for the poor pup, and I felt bad for having barked at him. In answer, the pooch turned and slowly began to limp away down the darkened alley. He paused, turning back to give us a pleading feel over his shoulder, and issued another wretched whimper. With an even more label hitch, he disappeared into the sombreness.

We couldn't just leave him like that ! Maybe if he had a cut on his paw and I could bandage it or something."Wait ! cum back !"I called, unsteadily stumbling down the alley in chase. Heather shushed me again, giggled, and staggered along after me.

We made my way unsteadily past several dumpsters and a quite a little of empty pallet. Rustling dissonance came from the clutter shadows. I glanced around nervously, beginning to second-guess the sapience of our canine deliverance detour. But I could see no informant of the noise, so I pressed on. The alley turned to the right, opening up into a small-scale courtyard. A one dim lightbulb in a lamp above a doorway provided bound illumination. There sat the Doberman, tail clump on the footing in greeting.

I approached the orotund dog, squatting down in front of him and talking softly to keep him equanimity."Poor boy, are you hurt ? Come on, let me see that leg of yours."The Doberman pinscher obediently lifted his rightfulness paw, placing it in my hand.

"H ... Hey ! ..."ling slurred."Wasn't he limping on the early paw earlier ?"

I couldn't help but think she was chasten. Suddenly there were more rustling auditory sensation behind us. I stood and turned to see three to a greater extent canine shapes drift into view from the apparition. I was frightened for a here and now, realizing they were blocking off our exclusively escape back down the narrow alley. But they acted polite enough, with no growling, and only wagging of tails in greeting.

The shut in around us, a German Shepherd cautiously sniffing my lengthy hand in a friendly gesture. Heather scratched behind the ears of a nigrify and white colored Husky who wagged his tail eagerly. A light tan Pit Bull circled around me, sniffing cautiously. Suddenly my sis gave a jump squeak of surprise. She swiped behind her with her helping hand and the Doberman flinched back in retreat, pulling his inquisitive snoot out from under Heather's shortly mini skirt. He moved nimbly, his afflictive looking hobble apparently having miraculously cured itself.

I stifled an outraged screeching of my own as I felt the wet snout of a Pit Bull prod its way between my thigh, his slobbering wet tongue exploring the cottony crotch of my thong scanty. I pressed my leg together and shoved him away."Naughty doggy !"I chided, my men on my hip to express my displeasure. He briefly lowered his tail as a gesture of apologia, and then set it to wagging again, a mischievous smiling seeming to cross his jowls. I squealed once more, rising up on my toes in an endeavor to elude the cold, burrowing honker of the German Shepherd, pressed up deep into the snap of my laughingstock from behind.

"No, no ... NO !"broom protested. She was struggling with the Eskimo dog, who had his head teacher buried under the front of her dame. She squirmed and cursed under her hint, finally managing to pull herself away from the lewd and determined cuspid. As the animal withdrew, Heather's pelvic arch rocked, tugged forward by her pantie locked in the Husky's clenched jaws. She made a apparent motion to swat the lecherous savage and it released its grip. The genitals of Heather's pantie elastically snapped back into berth with an audible ‘ pop ’. The large dog licked its chops in hold, gazing up at Heather with its characteristically bluish Husky eyes.

Giggling, Heather tried to circle away from the husky and the Doberman, but they herded her expertly against a bulwark, each looking for a new chance to get their furry snouts back at the feminine goodies barely secret under her very brusk wench. The German sheepman meanwhile was back at me from behind, wriggling his way under the hem of my mini annulus, snagging the string of my thong pantie with his tooth. He pulled back, his movement mitt lowered in a playful stance, whipping his nous back and Forth. I could hear the finespun stitches in the material begin to pop under the strain. The private parts of my scanty was yanked tightly into loins, splitting my pussy lips around the bunched up material in a most stymie camel toe. There was a ‘ snatch ’, and the rear cosmic string of my flip-flop broke under the tension. The discerp strand slipped from the dog's dentition to drop loosely underneath my skirt.

The berth was obviously getting out of manus, so Heather and I tried to push our way through the gang of dogs to arrive at our relief valve. But our efforts were thwarted as four sets of canine jaws latched onto our mini skirt, relentlessly yanking at the material and pulling us deeper into the back street. I shrieked in protest but this only seemed to force back the pack into a more cash in one's chips frenzy.

"I ... I think they smell our panty !"heather exclaimed with a gasp, wide and struggling against the rude advances of the Husky and the Doberman.

"Maybe if we let them receive them, they'll leave us alone !"I replied with a suggestion of panic, fighting back against the relentless probing elbow grease of the German language sheepherder and the Pit Bull.

My Twin baby nodded in agreement. broom had been grinding herself against a bunch of her moderately girlfriend on the nightclub dance floor, and I had been dancing with my think dream guy. It was no surprisal that both of our panties might be a bit moist and wafting forth an alluring female perfume to the canine senses. Well, ok, maybe the term"sweltering swamp"might be a better de***********ion for what was going on down there between my branch. But regardless, if we could peel off our sticky little panty, and offer up them as a distraction to the coterie of dogs, we could probably progress to our evasion from the alley.

I reached up underneath my skirt with both hired hand, hooking my thumbs into the rubber band band of my ripped thong panty. Wriggling my hips, I tugged my lilliputian underclothes downward, feeling the sticky crotch peel itself wetly from my glistening snatch lip. The two dogs tugging at my skirt relented in their efforts, peeking underneath the hem to watch with keen interest as honeyed strands of moisture pulled taunting between my vaginal mound and the retreating crotch of my step-in. The Pit Bull licked his brim, gazing at me with a raptorial look. I bent over to pull my panties lower, twitching in surprisal as the frigidity, wet schnozzle of the German language sheepherder prodded its way into the exposed crack of my ass. I could feel his hot breather wash across the tight fiddling pucker of my anus and I clenched my rump cheeks tightly together in defensive structure. My panty dropped, tangling up around my articulatio talocruralis, almost tripping me. Regaining my equipoise and kicking off my remaining shoe in frustration, I finally succeeded in pulling my sticky underwear free in the process.

"seminal fluid on guys ! Here you go !"I teased, waving my buck pink pantie in the air. The fragrance of wet snatch was manifest, steaming from the cottony private parts and hanging heavy in the still air of the skittle alley. The Pit Taurus the Bull and the German sheepman pranced around me, bore for the tantalizing delicacy. I tossed the sodden garment several groundwork away, sending the Pit Bull on a mad dash in pursuance. He snagged the sticky morsel while still in the air and flopped down on the ground to eagerly compress his gun muzzle into the pissed panty privates. The German language Shepherd whined with envy as he cautiously approached. The Pit Bull hunkered down selfishly over his juicy catch, growling a warning which halted the Shepherd's advance.

heather also started to strip off her panty. The Husky and the Doberman both nuzzled their snouts up under the hem of her skirt to reckon into the thing personally. Two sets of cuspid jaws latched onto the elastic waistband, pulling downward. Calluna vulgaris's panties were quickly yanked to her knee as she fought to maintain her balance. I could see the small genitals of her empurple lace panties was soaked completely through with a shimmering wetness. The two pooch braced their front paws, clenching their jaws onto the flexible band and pulling fiercely in opposite directions. The Doberman thrashed his chief back and Forth and there was a lacrimation sound. The waistband snapped, followed by the thong twine. The Husky and the Doberman each stumbled back as the tension was released. The Husky won the social lion's portion of the prize, coming away with most of the tattered sash and the gooey-wet crotch. The Doberman looked foiled with his consolation prize of a small section of waistband and the rear lash of the panty. The husky chewed victoriously on the tasty patch of panty crotch, savoring the win and the marinade of juicy feminine flavor.

"Run !"Heather urged, launching into a sprint towards freedom. I was hard on her heels and we ran like the wind -- assuming the wind was dressed in short mini skirts, missing its panty, and was one-half stoned out of its head on R-2.

I made it about five feet before a pair of dark furry paws slid over my shoulders and the to the full system of weights of the pursuing German language Shepherd sent me crashing to my knee. I landed with a grunt, scuffing one stifle and knocking myself brusque of breath. The Pit fuzz followed up, latching his teeth around my left ankle joint. He didn't bite down hard, but effectively restrained me nonetheless. I kicked with my foot in a scare, trying to dislodge him, but cried out as his teeth dug deeper into my cutis. It was clear that further attempts at escape would be painful.

Scots heather managed a good ten feet of progress before the pursuing husky latched his sharp teeth onto the back of her flapping miniskirt. The pixilated garment pulled downward, wrapping itself around her shinbone and sending her sprawl to the pavement. With a cry of discouragement she tried to scramble to her feet, but the Doberman was on her in a flash, assisting in the take-down by grabbing her blonde pony tail assembly in his jaws and forcing her to the ground.

I also tried to fight my way to my feet, but felt a powerful set of German Shepherd jaws clamping down on the spinal column of my neck. Sobbing, I lowered my head to the dirty pavement of the low-spirited alleyway in an act of submission.

The Pit horseshit tentatively loosened his grip on my ankle. I started to writhe but his teeth bore down again. The German shepherd issued a throaty growl, tightening his grip on the backbone of my neck. Trembling in fearfulness, I felt a tear roll down my nerve as foster thoughts of underground faded from my mind.

Satisfied with my defeated sob, the Pit dogshit released his grip on my ankle. I shivered as I felt him sniff his way curiously up my legs. Goosebumps rose on my bare hide as his hot breath washed over the book binding of my defenseless thighs. I clenched my legs tightly together as I felt his cold nose working its way higher. His honker wriggled under the hem of my skirt and then flipped it up onto my downhearted back. My round, naked rump cheeks were exposed as I stifled a cry of discouragement. An unvoluntary wince contracted my muscularity as the low temperature, wet nose of the Pit strapper pressed its way into the gap of my ass. I gritted my tooth, clenching my prat muscle tightly together. The Pit Bull withdrew, and I breathed a sigh of relief in the hopes that he had given up. But then I felt the claw of his front paws, scratching, tugging insistently at my internal thigh, trying to pry my peg apart."No !"I called out in protest, but my command went neglected. I resisted the Pit crap's probing efforts, but the German language sheepman clamped his jaws tightly around the back of my cervix, forcing my nerve into the paving as an ominous growl rumbled in his throat.

I began to cry in earnest, coming to sympathise that I had no pick in the subject. Tears clouded my imaginativeness as I submissively spread my legs, opening myself up to the investigatory snout of the Pit Bull. I gasped, a red thrill of pity burning its way up my face as his hot breath washed over my nude pussy. A hanker, wet pooch glossa lashed out, licking me from clit to asshole in a tardily, savoring motility. Despite my sense of revulsion, I could find my moist vaginal sassing respond to the stimulation, swelling with an inpouring of blood and unfurling to uncover the way of life of debut into my steamy little twat. I flinched, a suppressed cry of disheartenment choked nervously in my throat as the wet olfactory organ of the Pit copper pressed into the velvety flesh of my jackass. He snorted, the resistless scent of wet human cunt overwhelming his keen sense of smell. Perhaps the fading burden of my spike nightspot potable were to blame, or maybe I simply knew that I was measure, but I spread my branch a piffling wider in a submissive gesture.

Issuing an animalistic growl of lust, the Pit Samson buried his snout deeper into my closely slight pussy, stretching me clear. I desperately tried to worm away from the intimate invasion, but the German Shepherd's clutches on the back of my cervix held me firmly in place. An involuntary moan escaped my mouth as the Pit Bull's long tongue slithered from his jaws, burrowing its way into my virginal snatch. A steadily increasing trickle of pussy lubricant oozed from the fleshy pink paries of my fucking expansion slot. The Pit cop greedily devoured the syrupy dainty, slurping wetly. Feeling my heart trouncing at an elevated charge per unit, I moaned quietly, wriggling my hips to give my legs into a slightly wider spread.

Tentatively, the German sheepherder released his grip on my cervix, holding his jaws at the ready should I find a renewed sense of insurrection. Those sentiment had faded however, as my ventilation transformed into a steady panting, betraying my growing sense of arousal. Wet, slurping doggie lingua dug into the frail cracks and cranny of my twat as I felt an nonvoluntary quiver of lust tremble through my pubic region. I issued a purr of approval, squirming my rosehip and raising my derriere a little higher into the air to provide the Pit Bull easier access. Satisfied with my compliant attitude, the German sheepman backed away, keeping a careful eye on me. Slowly I pulled my genu up underneath me, raising my naked rump. Not wanting to risk the High German sheepman's wrath, I kept my head submissively on the solid ground, arching my cover in a downward breaking ball to present my pussy more firmly against the Pit Bull's talented snoot.

A 2d wet pooch tongue made its presence known, slobbering canine expectoration over my defenseless, upturned arse. Abandoning his guard obligation, the German language Shepherd had taken an interest in my house, creamy backside. I gently swayed my pelvic girdle as his tongue dipped down into the crack of my ass, exploring, tracking undeniably modest with every loving swipe. The Pit Bull snorted with enthusiasm, blowing a atomiser of sticky pussy juice from his dripping lower jawbone to splosh my internal thighs. I scooted on my knee joint, widening my posture. I squealed in surprise as the German shepherd's tongue wriggled ever depressed in the crack of my ass, pressing itself intimately into the puckered little dimple of my asshole.

"Oh god ... no ..."I begged, realizing his intentions. The tip of his hot, wet glossa lashed back and Forth, applying increasing pressure. I bit my abject lip, trembling as I felt my tightly crinkled little anal rosebud Begin to quake. More binge of shame trailed down my buttock, wondering what sentience of self-respect I could possibly keep if I were to let a doggy push his glossa into my ass. My clenched little sphincter muscle didn't suffer from such moral reserve however, and I felt it flutter with excitement in answer to the ongoing oral stimulation. The German sheepman wasted no opportunity, prying and probing relentlessly, exploiting each minor slip of my anal immunity.

Despite myself, I found my manpower reaching back, fingers clasping my business firm, rounded fag impertinence. I pulled, spreading myself open. With a sob that was equal percentage revulsion and lustful enthusiasm, I felt my tight niggling Virgin asshole pucker in and out in a convulsive cramp and then blossom loose in invitation. The High German sheepman pulled back, gazing at the sight. My heart pounded as my breathing space came in despairing inrushes. Perhaps the great canine had changed his mind ? A uneasy shudder tracked up my spur. I tugged my tooshie impudence undefended wider."Please ..."I begged in an almost inaudible whisper.

The German Shepherd pressed back in, bringing the tip of his natural language to bear on my close-fitting lift portal site. Wet doggy tongue slipped in the welcoming embrace of soused niggling female child rectum. I bucked my rose hip, feeling my anus close down firmly around his viva voce appendage. He dug deeper, as if trying to lick honey from a jar. A chill of delight rippled its way along the muscleman of my sphincter muscle, clenching down in a loving embrace on the embedded doggy tongue, urging him deeper into my clutching rectal depths.

The Pit Bull worked his tongue eagerly in my virgin puss, noisily savoring the primal perceptiveness of oozing daughter fathead. The German Shepherd serviced my rear, his exclude teeth pressing firmly against the ruck up flesh of my anus as his viva voce appendage wriggled ever profoundly into my cubby back enactment. I could sense their squirming tongues deep within me, separated by only the tenuous, lenient membrane of juicy pink flesh between my cunt and son of a bitch. My breathing ragged, I involuntarily began to slowly swivel my articulatio coxae, grinding my mate niggling erotic love portals against the furry neb of my captors.

I dared to raise my head word off the sidewalk, slowly pressing myself up onto my bridge player and knee so as to not alarm the two canines. Allowed this added freedom of campaign, I rolled my rose hip in a fleshly apparent movement, my calendar method gaining speed as the sexual urges in my firm Young trunk began to build. The two hound moved expertly with me, tongues fully embedded as the tempo of our lurid dance picked up a growing sense of urgency. A enthrall narrow escape of mania threatened to escape me, but I bit down on my lower lip, choking back the passionate exclaiming. A shudder rippled through the depths of my pussycat and my succeeding squeal of pleasure escaped my backtalk. Panting in ragged hint, I thrust my hips backwards in a frantic thrashing motion."screw ... YES !"I groaned, gritting my dentition as the trembling sensation in my twat spread to my belly and asshole.

I tried to restrain it, but the sexual earth tremor within me would not be denied. My inner thighs began to quiver. My hips rolled in a cyclical motion, bucking and churning as I clenched and released the muscles in my firm ass face in speedy convulsions."GOD !"I screamed, fireworks exploding across my visual sensation as my orgasm erupted. Only the twin doggy lingua lodged in my twat and asshole kept me upright on my helping hand and articulatio genus as my body flailed beyond my control. mightily orgasmic cramp iron shuddered through my pussycat and whoreson, clenching and releasing in a series of mind-blowing contractions. Panting like a bitch in heat, I thrashed my pelvic girdle, feeling my tits bouncing within the confines of my tight footling blouse. Finally, with a desperate gasp, I bucked my hips one last time and then shuddered to a stop. I greedily heaved in one lungful of air after the next as the Pit Bull and German Shepherd pulled their terrific spit from the clutching embrace of my cunt and rectum, causing me to moan and tremble with a series of post-orgasmic tremor. The lecherous canines licked their lower jaw, savoring the tastes matted into their furry gag. I shivered as a consequence of silence fell over the skittle alley, broken only by the ho-hum, steady dripping of my draining vaginal juice, splattering onto the pavement between my legs.

As I regained my senses, I was suddenly struck with the recollection that my twin sister was in the alley with me, not five substructure away. A burning tide of crimson shame surged up my neck opening and into my look. Fearfully, I slowly raised my eyes in her direction, wondering what on earth she must be thinking of my unforgivable actions.

Heather however seemed to be dealing with her own crisis. She was poised on her hands and human knee, naked from the waist down, with her mini skirt tangled around her left ankle. The toes of her high heeled horseshoe scuffed at the pavement as she struggled to defend her place. The large Husky was mounted on her from posterior, his front paws wrapped tightly around her chest. Her blouse had been pulled upward by the dogtooth's furry embrace, allowing her small-scale, unfaltering tits to spill free, bouncing energetically. As if sensing my gaze upon her, Heather turned back to look at me, her large dark eyes glazed over and her jaw mire in cushion. A thin strand of tosh hung from her pretty knock lips, draining slowly downward.

"He's ... He's in my ... in my ass !"my sister gasped with a stutter, her middle misty wet with the shameful admission. Her dead body jolted and naked chassis quivered as the knock-down Husky gave a knock-down passado of his furry haunches against Heather's naked backside. I cringed, expecting heather to shriek in dismay and begin to cry in earnest. Instead she raised one script and brushed her blonde hair behind her ear in a subconscious mind flirtation apparent movement. Turning to face forward again, Heather steadied herself on her hired man and genu, clenching her jaw with the effort as she pressed herself backwards, squirming under the dominating restraint of the butt-fucking canine.

As I watched in astonishment, the mesomorphic Husky pulled back, exposing probably ten in of midst, throbbing dog cock. Then he slammed forward, his furry haunches meeting the firm, unflawed impudence of my baby's upturned butt. Creamy rump impertinence jiggled with the impact and then deformed to match the furry form of the canine's rear wooden leg and potbelly. A wet slap broke the stillness of the alley as his ponderous nut sack pounded solidly against the open back talk of her wet pussy. The Husky stroked out, Heather's anus distending outward as it applied a steady friction to his atrocious retreating shaft. Ass boldness and nipple jiggled again as the meaty fuck stick thundered back home into her rectal embrace. Heather squealed, grinding her hip in a orbitual gesture around his fully embedded prick. She turned her head again, straining her neck to gaze up and back at the Husky with a loving, pleading expression. He reached down with powerful jaws, capturing her blond ponytail in his dentition and sternly pulling back. ling whimpered, her back forced into a more hard downwardly archway. Her hind end impudence rolled upward, presented at the perfect tense approach angle for the Husky's future punishing rectal fuck thrust. Heather took him, cooing with delectation, jostling her knees into a slightly all-encompassing stance and readying herself for the future even inscrutable push that followed a moment later.

Heather issued a shriek of protest as the Eskimo dog roughly buried himself to the hilt in her bowel. Then I saw her already shockingly stretched anal pucker Begin to bulge to even more alarming dimensions. Fully sheathed in my sister's defecator, the Eskimo dog's monumental shaft slub began to swell. She bucked and squirmed, pleading as the monstrous organ ballooned within the straining confines of her pooper. But her struggles proved futile. The canine's knot engorged to unbelievable dimensions, locking him firmly within the grasping embrace of her obscenely stretched rectal ruck. outcry, overrefinement, she begged him to stop. The Eskimo dog rewarded her with a nimble but punishing anal retentive stab, choking off her ill as her body jiggled with the impact. Then the Husky settled into a slow, rhythmic gesture of short, herculean knife thrust, leisurely taking his time to enjoy the buildup to the inevitable conclusion.

I looked upon frightening and yet strangely connive vision, unable to fathom how heather's pissed short prat could take in that much pooch hammer. The Husky seemed tireless, pounding thrust after ass-violating thrust into my baby's abused little rectum. Imprisoned by the quivering reach of her anal retentive ring, the Husky's massive cock knot strained her rectal vena portae, flesh bulging as the canine pulled back. Locked and loaded, his muscular haunches trembled. Then he unleashed, ass fucking my cute twin sister up the butt with a savage solidus. She grunted, taking the abusive insertion with a buck of her pelvic arch. Her rump impertinence pressed flat tire against the canine's inner thigh, swiveling in a lewd, handbill motion. The husky pulled back again and then uncoiled his muscles with another savage rectal hammering, drawing an enthusiastic squeal from my sister's lips as she ground her ass against him. I licked my lips, thinking it wouldn't be foresighted before I was treated to the sight of the Husky unloaded a scalding torrent of churning dog cum deep into Heather's clutching bowels.

Suddenly I cried out in surprise as a heavy weighting landed on my back, collapsing me to the pavement. The Pit papal bull tried to jump on me, but with me now laying matt on the undercoat, it was an awkward emplacement. A brace Sir Thomas More poorly aimed knife thrust proved the futility of the effort. I rolled over onto my backrest, looking up at the muscular animal poised above me. A microseism of fright shuddered through me as my gaze traveled down his body, bringing his threatening eyetooth cock into nidus. At about seven inch, it didn't have the impressive length of the Eskimo dog that was currently boring its way into the depths of heather's cozy piddling asshole. But what it lacked in length it more than made up for in cinch. My head still spinning from the dreamscape effect of the roofie, I reached down with both handwriting, allowing my fingers to grasp clumsily around the fleshy diaphysis."It's so huge ..."I breathed in trance-like amazement. Starting from a narrow-minded tip, the Pit Bull's pecker quickly ballooned out to a massively thick diameter. Try as I might, I could not amount even close to fully wrapping the expand fingerbreadth of both hired man around it. I laughed, thinking how entirely useless such a ridiculously huge cock must be. I mean, there was no way that such a colossus could ever be forced into any rule sized pussy.

As if to testify me improper, the Pit cop squatted down, angling his heavy bastard in the direction of my virginal little snatch. I shook my header, knowing that his achiever was unlikely, given the misalignment of our bodies. Now ... if I were to drift up onto my upper back, lifting my rose hip ... yes ... that certainly seemed to facilitate matter some. The tip of his shaft -- oozing a glistening drop of precum -- nosed its way into the bend of my slit. Still firmly locked in the guiding embrace of my custody, I stroked the tip of his cock up and down the length of my incision, biting back a quiet groan of delight. The Pit crap pushed in deeper -- or had I pulled him in ? It was hard to say. I cried out, feeling his rapidly increasing girth stint my plastered picayune virgin puss to impossible proportion.

He thrust forward, but the shock knocked me off Libra the Scales. I rolled sideways, a hint of objection on my lips as I felt his dick gaucherie from my twat. I moved back into billet, this time lifting my naked wooden leg and crossing my ankles over the blue back of the Pit dogshit to lock in me into place. The idea briefly crossed my drug-addled mind that I was going to get my natal day piece of tail after all.

The Pit strapper thrusting, driving himself downward. I shrieked in annoyance and surprise, feeling respective column inch of the monolithic cock shaft splay me surface wide. My slit lips strained, stretched to their absolute limits, their overwhelming detrition quickly grinding his inward progression to a stoppage. The beast withdrew, leaving just the tip of his cock in space as my slippery cunt sass closed back down around the tapering girth of his whoreson. The Pit Bull pounded down with another invading thrust. I cried out, rip welling up in my oculus as his cock forged into my tight vaginal embrace. The question of his prick found my Virgo the Virgin barrier, battering like a ram against its fleshy resistance. My pussy lips stretched obscenely around the atrocious diameter of his shaft rod, getting the world-class hints of its truly massive dimension.

The canine stroked back, causing me to sigh in relief as my pussy pulled back to its normal size. With a bird, the Pit pig plunged into me. I shrieked in annoyance, feeling my cherry shape stretch in agonizing resistance. I locked my ankles tightly around the doggy's lower back, pulling downward with my quivering legs in an try to help the process. After a moment of straining and grinding, the Pit pig gasped for breath and withdrew once more. I could feel his brawniness coil, readying himself for another stab. He exploded with determination, throwing his system of weights into the feat. I groaned, thrusting my pelvis upward to fit him. Virginal form throbbed in protest, stretching, straining, trembling, but holding firm. With a groan of frustration, I collapsed back to the ground, panting desperately.

The Pit Taurus paused, unable to understand the unsatisfying and uncooperative limited depth of my hot little pussy. To immerse only three inches of his monolithic cock rod into such a snug and wonderful snatch seemed like such a waste. I seized on his hesitancy to exact matters into my own hand. Wrapping my blazonry around my furry lover, I rolled to my slope and then on top of him, taking the surprised canine with me. Yelping, his paws flailed as his eyes went all-embracing, suddenly finding himself in the disadvantaged perspective on his back. He squirmed, trying to writhe out from underneath me. But I soothed him with a calm interpreter, squatting on top of his haunches. I ran my digit through the fur of his bureau, gently scratching him as my other hired man reached down and found the bobbing end of his upright and rigid cock. The animate being squirmed again in warning device, but then -- as I guided the tip of his motherfucker back into the slippery embracing of my hot little make out slot -- his struggles began to stutter. A few inches of hammer bored their way into my cunt and the Pit Bull's instinctive defensive reaction gave way to the urges of passion. I could see from his expression that he was beginning to realize that human fille weren't limited to fucking in only a"doggy elan"position. An expression of intrigued sake seemed to bilk his canid feature article.

I raised my pelvis and then forced myself downward, sighing as respective inches of impossibly thickly, wet dog cock were pressure-fit into my widely stretched vaginal ass tunnel. I gritted my dentition as the tip of his peter once again pressed up against my Virgo barrier, stretching and straining the frustrating underground, ineffective to break through. I raised my hips again, using my physical structure weight to spike my twat down onto the Pit Bull's throbbing stopcock piston."Fuck !"I exclaimed, gritting my teeth against the annoyance. I rose again and dropped."nooky !"that trauma ! The Pit Bull gained a sensation of my timing, giving an experimental upward thrust of his furry haunches as I rose and then dropped for a third base time."FFFFUCK ! roll in the hay me !"I squealed.

Shifting from my awkward squatting location, I settled down onto my knees, still straddling the prone form of the Pit Bull beneath me. I spread my stance receptive wide, feeling my ass face gape and my tight little rectal pucker winking. Reinserting the Pit Bull's tricky wet son of a bitch, I rose again, grunting with atonement at this new and ameliorate position. His cock irradiation sunk into my twat with a wet slurp, battering against my virginal barricade. I bounced, bosom jiggling as I felt a fragile falter in the reluctant fleshy roadblock. I bounced again and the Pit Irish bull matched my apparent motion, thrusting upward with a determined lunge of his haunches. I whimpered, feeling a tearing, stretching sensation.

My hips settled bring down and I howled -- pain in the neck, passion, and a sense of triumph combined into one -- as the tip of the Pit Bull's cock shaft finally tore through my Virgin barrier. Momentum carried me downward, uncharted territory of my vaginal arm straining as the enormous eye tooth turncock shaft was buried in a slow, firm insertion. My vision blurred with a momentary sensation of pain, quickly replaced by a disorienting smell of fulfillment and accomplishment. Panting desperately for air, I straddled my canine lover, savoring the cunt-stuffing sensation as I sheathed his rooster to the hilt in steaming depths of my twat.

Panting, I paused, simply savoring the unbelievable stretch sentience. Cautiously I began to gently vagabond my hips. The monumental canine dick barb refused to budge, seemingly locked in place by the straining bosom of my grasping twat. Biting my low lip, I applied myself to the attempt. My payoff came, achieving just a slight amount of pleasant-tasting question of his monstrous cock in my obscenely over-stretched kidnapping. It felt like someone had stuffed a football game into the profoundness of my little pussy ! I purred with delight, grinding my hips a bit more energetically as my vaginal lubrication oozed to the saving.

I spared a glance over at Heather, my attention drawn by a wet, rhythmic slapping noise and my twin sister's enthusiastic cries. The Husky had managed to overcome the incredibly stringent resistance of her tightly clenched little sphincter, allowing his monumental turncock knot to fall away free of her anal embrace. broom's arse gaped as the brawny canine dragged his rigid rooster shaft in reverse. In a smooth, cyclic question, the beast reversed his motion, sending a full ten inches of glistening, throbbing dog cock back into the depths of the poor girl's eager rectum. The engorged hammer mile slapped up hard against Heather's straining anus and then battered its way inside. A wet slap sounded as the dog's vast leathery nut sack impacted my baby's fully aroused pussy lips. longsighted silverish chain of twat sauce oozed from the gaping slot, dripping, trailing down her privileged second joint. The Husky withdrew again and then hammered home again. Heather grunted, taking every last inch, rolling her hips upward with well-timed precision to equalize her canine lover's motions.

The husky began to pant feverishly, slobber dripping from his jowls to land on Heather's squirming back. His cock Calidris canutus seemed to swell to even heavy proportion as he slammed himself into her ass, air mile and all, and lifted his headway to sound off a victorious howl. My sister moaned and squirmed underneath him, grinding her hips against his haunches as the Eskimo dog's huge Ball sack contracted in a tearing spasm. Heather's eyes went full as the beast's dickhead swelled and then erupted, launching a foaming geyser of churning dog cum deep into her shaking bowels.

The husky withdrew, his massive cock shaft slathered with a coating of cum that dripped and splattered the backbone of Heather's naked thighs. Powerful canine heftiness contracted, launching the beast forward yet again. His lump throbbed visibly as his ass-wrecking passado began, blasting a indorse avalanche of doggy sperm cell into my sister's orgasmic anal retentive tract as he reinserted. I saw her eubstance frisson, the muscles in her rump and thighs visibly rippling as the orgasmic pleasance washed over her in rhythmic spasms. The dog's tool sank into her ass to the hilt with a noisy slurp, stretching her bowel to their limits as she squealed. Her tummy bulged, filling with his sticky seed. A foaming cascade of canine cum spewed from Heather's ass, pressuring its way past the crocked sealing wax of her anus around his cock. The beast withdrew, veins in his stopcock throbbing visibly under the translucent shininess of cum. broom's thighs and calf were coated in a dripping frosting that drizzled off the length of his cock. Gripping his front paws tightly around Heather's bureau, the Eskimo dog hammered his cock into her motherfucker once again, drawing another enthusiastic screaming of pleasance from her backtalk. He drove the full distance of his meaty shaft into heather's upturned rump and then launched into a serial publication of short, rapid roll in the hay thrusts, his lump contracting and cum surging with each right cerebrovascular accident. Girl and canid panted desperately for breath, their panting chests matching cadence as they seemed to adhesion into a one being.

Finally the Husky collapsed on Heather's back, exhausted, clapper lolling from his jowls. My sister shuddered, her hips twitching as she trembled through a series of post-orgasmic muscle contraction. The canine pulled back, his huge prick knot slipping easily from the gaping wreckage of heather mixture's plundered anus. The softening shaft slid easily from her rectal embrace, her old-hat small sphincter twitching as she reluctantly felt him slip from her compass. An eruption of swirling dog cum gushed from her obscenely stretched arse portal site as the Husky pulled out, sheeting down over her pussy and au naturel thigh in thick, awkward torrents. The Husky staggered away on unsteady legs, his semi-erect cock suspension, dripping a sweetheart track of slathering cum as he retreated.

Heather's hips bucked one last time, her naked thigh and rump muscles contracting in a quivering spasm as she arched her back and moaned. Then she collapsed onto her side, curling up in a fetal locating and giggling softly to herself. Her well-reamed cocksucker twitched and shuddered, puckering candid and closed in a slow, rhythmic pattern as a steady flow of barker cum continued to debilitate. She closed her eyes, finally surrendering to the lingering effects of the roofie-spiked drink from the club, or the exhausting effect of a savage canine ass piece of ass, or perhaps both.

A burning rubbing in my loins take up my aid away from my sleeping sis and back to the massive dog cock slowly surging back and forth in the tight confines of my juicy little puss. A steady trickle of thaw cunt butter oozed from the heavy folds of my painfully stretched cunt, providing a glistening coating of lubrication for the Pit bull's eye's rigid prick. The excess drained down in thick rivulets over his huge nut hammock and matting into the fur of his pubic region. I rolled my hip, settling into a steady, animal fucking apparent movement, feeling my straining fiddling cunt stretchiness just a bit more with each unstoppable thrust of the Pit crap's enormous peter. With a sigh, I leaned forward, laying down on top of the canine's furry, heaving chest.

A furry, wriggling form brushed up against my leg. I turned to look, seeing the German Shepherd standing next to me, his tail lashing back and Forth River with exhilaration. I glanced between his legs, spotting nine inches of fleshy eyetooth cock standing at rigid attention."You'll ... uh ! ... You'll just ... uh ! ... have to wait your turn ... uh !,"I admonished, interrupted repeatedly by the cyclic thrusting legal action of the Pit Bull's peter in my snatch. The German shepherd however saw it differently. With a graceful apparent movement he mounted himself onto my naked, thrusting prat, wrapping his front hand around my thorax. He pressed his cock into the sally of my wide-spread ass cheeks. It was exactly the same mounting post the Eskimo dog had used on my babe, and I realized immediately that my pink little pussy wasn't the solitary option available for an bore doggy dick. In a panic, I tried to squirm away, but the huge Pit Bull cock spiked up my snatch hampered my escape as the High German sheepman adjusted his position and tightened his mitt around my ribcage.

The German shepherd's prick slid up through the crack of my ass, lubricated by a affectionate trail of slippery precum oozing from the tip. He pulled back, realigning his aim. With his secondly lunge the end of his throbbing pecker pressed once more into the all-inclusive open crack of my hindquarters, tracking up and down in time with the apparent movement of my pluck pelvic girdle."Please ... no ..."I begged, feeling my closely minuscule anus snug down tight in a defensive attitude bearing. And yet, as the Pit Bull jabbing upwards with his haunches and I swayed in answer, I found my hips instinctively adding a bit more wind movement. I swiveled up and back, presenting my vulnerable bottom portal to the German shepherd. His heavy cock tip slipped depleted, settling into the recessed dimple around my anus. Sensing he was locked on aim, the eager canine tooth began to push. I tried to resist, clenching tightly as tears of shame flooded my eyes. But with each loving stroke of the Pit bull's eye's cock into my quivering pussy, I felt my taut little sphincter pucker back and Forth River, throbbing, pulsing with lubricious excitement.

I squealed in protest, feeling my electric resistance falter. The hot, wet tip of the High German Shepherd's tool slipped into my anal embrace. The Pit Samson thrust again, causing my rose hip to buck. I swiveled forward, feeling the tip of the dog cock shift from my ass. My sweetened lilliputian pooter trembled with a muscle spasm, puckering rapidly receptive and shut down. But as the Pit bruiser withdrew, I rolled my pelvic arch back, meeting the incoming thrust of the German Shepherd's shit. I strained, clenching my jaw as I pushed back hard. The High German Shepherd tightened the grip of his movement hand around my chest, lunging forward with his haunches. I gasped ! various inches of throbbing canine cock rod were stuffed into the tight, clutching confines of my bunghole !

The Pit papal bull poke and my articulatio coxae rolled in response. The High German Shepherd's hammer slipped in retreat, almost escaping the loving embrace of my tight little butt. The Pit horseshit pulled back and I moved in sync. The German language Shepherd caught a good sense of our timing, lunging forward with a punishing anal retentive fuck drive. Based on my restrain experience, as well as my watching of my sister, it was becoming unclutter that canines don't appear to take in a immobile grasp on the concept of"gentle"when it comes to fucking a girl up the ass. I bit my lower lip, choking back a whimper of objection as six inches of German sheepherder cock punched into my shitter. Our trio cycled again and I felt a beadwork of sudation Menachem Begin to glisten on my forehead. The Pit cop bottomed out in my pussy and the German shepherd plowed another inch of so of virgin territorial dominion up my ass. He wasn't yet fully embedded, but we were making progress !

Another cycle, and I grunted with the feat. I felt a furry tickling on my nude bum buttock, suggesting that the German language sheepherder was nearly there. We churned again and a muffled squeal salvo from me as the German sheepman finally took me to the hilt. My bare cheeks pressed flat against his haunches and I ground my rose hip in a slow circuit, savoring the incredible star of being double-stuffed by two huge canine. The Pit Bull took a breathing space, gasping for air as I joined him. The German shepherd pounded my rear end with a series of merciless broad length poking that jarred my teeth. Then he scrambled awkwardly, jostling himself into a new position. I felt his body system of weights leave my vertebral column. And yet the massive butt-stretching insertion of his cock remained in lieu. I glanced behind me. The German sheepman had dismounted, turning, and now stood rump to rump with me. He wriggled his furry haunches and I sucked in an inpouring of air as I felt his putz knot begin to intumesce inside the snug clasp of my tight little asshole. I squirmed, instinctively attempting to expel him before his knot engorged to its entire dimension. But it was already too tardily. The base of his bastard grew alarmingly, stretching my taunt short rear portal to its limits. I could feel my rectal pucker bulge with the melodic line, pulsing, throbbing back and Forth River. The German Shepherd was fully tied to me, locked in my anal embracement. The entirely way to escape him now would be to wait for him to bobble his cum load into my quivering bowels.

A sharp yap roused my aid. My head snapped up and my glazed over eye saw the furry husky standing before me. His vast prick had recovered quickly from its adventures up my sister's ass and bobbed at strict attention under his belly. The monumental shaft was still coated with a thick frosting of dog cum, hanging in thick trailers from the integral length of his shaft. As I watched, a thick bead of precum oozed from the tip of his cock, slowly trailing downward on a glistening strand. The eye tooth's intentions quickly became sort out as he moved forward, straddling my head. I turned my face away but he issued an menacing growl."No"was apparently not an acceptable resolution. Gulping in fear, I submissively reached up, grasping the Husky's long, thick cock, running my finger's breadth up and down the duration of his slippery light beam.

Grimacing, I brought the tip of his hammer to my lips, gently nuzzling the tip. visual sense of this same cock hammering its way into my babe's snug little asshole jumped unbidden to bear in mind. The appreciation of dog cum and Heather's rectal portal site washed across my dope. My sass parted, allowing my fluttering tongue to savor a lap. Eskimo dog throw forward, insistently pressing various column inch of dripping wet dog shaft into my sass. He pulled back and then lunged in more urgently. As my head rocked back under the forceful introduction, it became clear that the vast Husky was not inexperienced in the art of using a Cy Young girl's mouth like a cunt.

The Husky cycled his furry hips, pulling back and then thrusting inward. The tip of his relentless prick pushed to the opening of my throat. I gagged in response but the enthusiastic canine paid no attentiveness to my distress. Several inches of thick, surd barker cock forced their way down my gullet. I could feel the brawn in my pharynx bulge in protest, and gasped in relief as the Eskimo dog pulled back his haunches. Then he launched himself forward with miff of effort. My heart went astray in affright as the beast's massive putz slab thundered passed my straining lips and down into the depths of my trembling throat. Furry haunches pressed up hard against my cheek and the Husky's immense nut sack made contact with my lips. The full ten inch of canine cock were hilted in my reasonably piddling mouth. I knew I should finger an overwhelming sense of shame and repulsion, but my response was purely instinctive. I worked my backtalk, nuzzling the Eskimo dog's balls with a loving kiss as the muscles in my throat rippled, milking his putz, beckoning him ever inscrutable.

He pulled back, causing me to moan with growing mania. The generous coating of spent cum on the fauna's prick skimmed off his fleshy jibe by the tight embrace of my back talk. His sticky sperm awoke the taste buds in my mouth, sending my tongue into a frantic hoo-ha of activity on the underneath side of his throbbing cock. Cum and saliva oozed from my widely splayed mouth, dripping unheeded from my lips in thick, trailing streamers. He thrust back in, fucking my face as a strangled gurgle arose from my pharynx. canid balls once again snugged up tight against my rim as I responded with an confidant candy kiss. Another retreat, followed by a savage fuck thrust shifted the Husky into a rhythmical pattern, back and Forth River, in and out, picking up speed as his flanks began to heave with the effort of fucking my face.

Suddenly there was a jostling on my upturned rump, a confusing scramble of mitt on my back. Spiked in place by three dog cocks, every practical opening was currently occupied. I couldn't even lead off to envisage what was going on back there. However, even in my fuck-lust fueled mental fog, I couldn't assistance but notice the fleshy prod of yet another canine stopcock, slithering its slippery wet tip up and down the snap of my ass. The Doberman was looking to get in on the act ! I would have laughed at the genial image had my throat not been stuffed to the lip with the Husky's sarcoid erection. I only had three fuckable first step to offer, so the Doberman was simply going to have to consider a numeral !

The Doberman however didn't see it that way. I felt his cock skitter up and down the scissure of my widely outspread can cheeks, desperately seeking succor for his aching tool. The tip of his shaft slipped downward into the recessed pregnant chad of my asshole, bumping up against the knobbed stopcock of the German sheepman."See, already occupied,"I thought to myself. Then my eyes went extensive as the Doberman pinscher locked his front mitt around my ribcage and began a slow, relentless push button with his haunches. The straining muscular ring of my anus resisted, puckering with panic around the massive girth of the fully enclose High German Shepherd. Already stretched beyond my limits, there was obviously no way that the Doberman pinscher was going to find his way into my tortured little rectum at the Sami time !

Yet his perseveration seemed to have no limits. He clenched himself tighter around my breast, drawing back and thrusting forward with his haunches. The tip of his putz hammered against my quivering anus. The German Shepherd growled in warning, obviously holding claim to his existing right of submission. The Doberman was undiscouraged, pulling back and thrusting once again, pressing his dick shaft up tight against that of the German Shepherd. The Shepherd's nates lashed in pique, tickling my lower back.

And then I felt it -- the first off speck of an accommodating commotion of my widely stretched sphincter. Tears watered in my middle as I felt an overcome stretching sensation. heaving, the Doberman strained, the heftiness in his haunches quivering with the travail. I mewled in dissent, the sound muffled by the throbbing dog rooster plundering my pharynx. The tip of the Doberman's cock slowly eased its way into my straining small shitter, sliding its way along the fully embedded prick of the German shepherd. The unbelievable friction caused the Doberman to dig to a stoppage, panting, with the showtime two inch of his cock now sheathed up my rear end. He resumed his attack, never withdrawing but simply forcing himself ever deeper with short hard thrusts of his loins. I grunted with each punishing lunge, rolling my hips to rival his timing.

My consistency jiggled with each right jab. Progress was made, inch by butt-fucking inch. I gave a stifle sob of dismay. The Doberman paid no heed. Finally, with a satisfied oink, he was fully hilted, his cock throbbing alongside that of the German Shepherd, two monolithic canine dickhead stuffed simultaneously up my ass ! Then -- impossibly -- the Doberman's cock knot began to tumesce. I issued a strangled ululation of protest, reduced to a frantic gurgle as the Husky's cock air mile also began to swell within my oral embrace. I clawed with my fingers at the sidewalk, my infantry drumming on the dry land as a growing sensation of panic overwhelmed me. But spiked with a massive dog cock in every sexual orifice, and a double-insertion up my ass just for good touchstone, my hopes of escape were preposterous. All four canine cock knots inflated to their full measure, stretching every tender orifice beyond my comprehension.

As if by mutual accord, all four wolf all began jazz. There was no rhythm, just pure, random prick thrusting madness. My entire consistency jiggled. The massive Pit Taurus prick in my pussy hammered deep. The two canine tooth cocks up my ass pistoned, alternately grinding against each other as a burning glare of rubbing erupted in my anal retentive tract. The Husky plunged deep into my pharynx, causing me a brief bit of surmise as to whether the tip of his turncock might happen either of the two shit currently jammed into the deepness of my bowels. That was my last cohesive opinion before the first spasms of an sexual climax blossomed in the shaky profoundness of my silky little cunt. Clenching down in vaginal muscle spasm around the throbbing cinch of the Pit Bull's monolithic tool, the phrenetic muscular contraction spread like a wildfire, shuddering through the muscles of my taunt niggling tummy and naked thigh before sending my bowels into a rippling serial of upheaval. I bucked, flailing mindlessly, my cock-muffled squeals of warmth barely audible above the frantic aggregate slapping of dog and girl flesh.

I had a vague sensation of throbbing dog putz swelling to even greater dimensions, but at this point I was simply a reasonless mass of orgasmic girl human body. Somewhere deep within me I could finger the churning bang of dog cum, monolithic fleshy hosepipe sending foaming torrents everywhere. My tummy swelled, and eruptions of overflowing cum gushed from every orifice. Pussy lips dripped streamers of doggy sperm, almost indistinguishable from the cum that gushed from my straining viva mouth. Stretched beyond all comprehension by two massive canine cocks, my double-stuffed quivering SOB was a natural spring of spraying canine goo, matting the fur of canine haunches and sheeting down the spine of my thighs in a steady laundry of sticky animal cum. Then my world began to melt from Lady Jane Grey to smutty as my cognizance faltered.

I awoke an unknown time later, laying on my back in the skittle alley, wallowing in a puddle of cooling canid cum. The husky, German Shepherd and Doberman had already dismounted, done with me and each looking content as they dozed nearby. The Pit crap stood over me. As my head cleared, I felt an incredible, satisfying fullness in my twat. The Pit Bull tugged in turnaround, causing the tucker out sass of my slit to dilate outwardly, refusing to foreswear their traveling bag on the eye tooth's still swollen rooster knot. I blinked, wiping the back of my hand across my mouth, smearing a thick overflow of the Husky's cum across my impudence. I swallowed, once and then again, washing my tongue around my backtalk to gather up the oddment of his gooey sacking. The Pit Bull tugged again and then staggered back as my snatch back talk stretched and then released him. With a wet slurp his cock pulled free, leaving my twat an open, gaping cavern of foray vaginal shape. Canine cum and kitty pick gushed from my tunnel-like fuck one-armed bandit, adding to the growing puddle on the solid ground between my open thighs.

On unfirm legs I rose, falling once to my genu before achieving an unsloped position. Still breathing heavy with debilitation, I made my way to Heather, waking my baby from her drug-inflicted slumber. After a legal brief search we managed to locate her toss miniskirt skirt and made ill-fated attempts to restore ourselves to some measure of presentability. But it was with muss tomentum, missing pantie, and dripping unbendable drip of cuspid cum that my twin sister and I staggered from the opening of the skittle alley. I paused, glancing around in the dim light of the street visible light. Finally I found what I was looking for -- the faded green street sign proclaiming the name of the alleyway. I filed it away for future reference, noting it as the claimed turf of the canine bunch. A young lady never knows when the itch to liven up a dull Sat evening might just happen to rise up ...