Puzzling at my uneven gait down the sidewalk, I looked down at my feet to ponder the problem. After practically considerateness, I giggled, noting the absence of a shoe on my good base."shoe,"I thought,"now that's a fishy word."huffing in an aborted fit of laughter, I swayed unsteadily on my human foot before regaining my balance. Squinting against the inexplicably bright limelight of the street lights, I turned to seem back from where I had come, but the mysteriously lost associate footgear remained elusive. Shrugging, I kicked off my leave alone senior high school blackguard, watching it get onto into the gutter of the street and down a storm drain. That small fix in place, my walk still had a bit of weaving tread, but was much improved.

"heather ! Wait up !"I called. My sister, several paces ahead of me, did a tiresome swing-turn around a street signboard, using the station for rest until she was facing back towards me. She wobbled unsteadily on her high dog also, but at least she was in possession of both her shoes.

"Shhhhh !"Heather shushed me, bringing her fingers to her lips in an exaggerated apparent movement."You're SOOOO ... NOISY, Courtney ! You're going to awake ... like ... like ... EVERYONE !"she admonished loudly, gesturing vaguely at the multi-story townhomes that tightly bordered the sidewalk. Chastised, my deal flew to my lip, stifling another giggle. Heather sternly glared at me with disapproval, and then broke into a snort fit of laugher of her own.

Her eyes narrowed."Why are you carrying a shoe ?"she demanded, placing her mitt on her pelvic girdle in a demanding posture. I looked down at one hand, and then the other. Sure enough, my correct high heel dangled in my fingers. Why was I carrying one shoe ? That seemed silly. After several off-balanced and abortive try, I managed to slip it onto my foot. Stumbling on down the pavement at an uneven gait, I wondered what had happened to the left skid."shoe"was a funny give-and-take by the way, I realized with a giggle, thinking that whimsy seemed vaguely conversant ...



Admittedly, my callback of the evening up to this detail was a bit muddled. I do be intimate that it was my -- our -- mine -- whatever -- eighteenth birthday, so my Twin babe and I had decided to lionize by sneaking into ‘ vixen'-- THE happening local ball club. We were both blonde and cute, and did I mention, twins, so the doorman didn't eye our IDs too closely. short circuit mini chick and plenty of cleavage and bare diaphragm on display probably didn't hurt our instance either.

Once inside, Scots heather almost immediately ran into a chemical group of her miss friends. We joined them and before farsighted we were all laughing and dancing together, grinding against each early, doing that that fake bisexual person act we girls put on to drive the boys weirdo. From the crowd we were drawing, it seemed to be working.

After a spell, I attracted the attention of this really cunning guy ... Bill ? billy goat ? ... Billy-Billy-Billy, Billy Balloo ... No, wait ... 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 swallow. One of those with an umbrella in it, so I figured he was a classy guy. We sat down at a table to babble out, but the music at the club was seriously flash, so I never really could hear what he was saying. He seemed to realize me just okay though, because he would laugh, 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 stern wag of my finger's breadth. He raised two finger in a scout's laurels swear, and then crossed his heart. I giggled and gave him a playful smack on the shoulder. I got up and headed off to find the dame room, starting to experience a bit giddy and unfirm on my human foot. But told myself that maybe that's just what falling in love flavor like.

I finished up in the bathroom and made my way back to the board. Giddy and dizzy with excitement, I was thinking that it might be meter for Jim to take away me back to his place ... you know ... to"properly celebrate"my birthday. This was my kickoff time in a club, and I had never gone back to a guy's place before, but there was an undeniable urge in my small panties that was telling me this evening might be the night. But when I got back to the board, Tim ... Jim ... diddlyshit ... whatever his name was ... was gone.

heather mixture found me at the table, looking sad and confused. She pointed at the half-full umbrella drink with a cocked eyebrow. I waved it away, so my sis finished it off for me in a dyad of speedy gulps. Still perplexed at Jack's sudden disappearance, I continued to anxiously scan the crowd to see if I could spot him. Gradually, the room started to claim on an awkward sideways tilt, and slowly began to twirl in time with the pulsating euphony. touch disoriented, I knew I needed some sassy air. I got up and made an temperamental path towards the exit as my knees went all wobbly. Scots heather was quickly by my side, providing a supporting shoulder."Courtney, I think you've been roofied,"she observed in a concerned part.

"Roo ... Roofie !"I slurred in response, the phone of the discussion appealing to my diminished thought process capacity. It sounded like a dog interference."Roofie ! Roofie !"I barked at her, grinning at my razor-sharp wit."RRRRRR ... ROOOOFFFFIE ! ! ! !"respective people in the lodge shot us odd looks as we stumbled past.

Heather groaned as I let more of my weight lean onto her shoulder. 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 cumulation and plopped down beside me, fanning herself with her helping hand."What was in that swallow ?"she exclaimed, her eyes glazing over and going slightly out of nidus.

"I ... I think ... it was like a ... a deception boozing !"I asserted with a stammer, reaching out with an unsteady finger to gently poke 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, hold, probably that direction, I was mostly sure. A short walk of life should get us domicile, so my sister and I decided that we should call it a night. Scots heather got to her feet and seemed to ascertain renew DOE, skipping ahead of me, humming a painfully off-key translation of a pop song we had heard at the golf club. Awkwardly struggling back onto my pes, I stumbled, tripping over my high heels. I picked up the right skid that fell off in the process, and then hurried after my sister, veering off in a slightly crabwise Angle, before getting my heraldic bearing and setting forth at an uneven gait ...

And to my best recollection, that's how we found ourselves on the sidewalk late this evening, me pondering the Bermudas Triangle-like disappearance of my skid, and my twin Sister broom swinging herself in slow circles around the post of a No Parking sign, butchering pop diva birdcall lyrics. It seemed a rather premature and ignominious end to our 18th birthday celebration ...

A somber whine intruded into my oceanic abyss mentation regarding the elusive disposition of high-heeled footwear. I looked around, taking a half-step back to steady myself as my perception of the humanity continued its disorienting, counter-clockwise rotation.

The whine repeated and I zeroed in on the informant. Near the opening of an alleyway sat a vauntingly 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 principal sideways, favoring me with a curious glance. He lifted his leave front man paw and whimpered, displaying sad puppy-dog eyes.

"Awwww ... are you hurt, boy ?"Heather enquire. My heart too was melting in ruth for the poor pup, and I felt bad for having barked at him. In response, the barker turned and slowly began to hitch away down the darkened back street. He paused, turning back to dedicate us a pleading feeling over his shoulder, and issued another deplorable whimper. With an even more pronounced limp, he disappeared into the somberness.

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

We made my way unsteadily past several dumpsters and a stack of hollow pallet. Rustling dissonance came from the cluttered shadows. I glanced around nervously, beginning to second-guess the soundness of our canine rescue detour. But I could see no beginning of the randomness, so I pressed on. The bowling alley turned to the rightfield, opening up into a minor courtyard. A single dim light bulb in a lamp above a doorway provided throttle illumination. There sat the Doberman pinscher, tail thumping on the priming coat in greeting.

I approached the big dog, squatting down in figurehead of him and talking softly to go on him calm."Poor boy, are you hurt ? cum on, let me see that leg of yours."The Doberman obediently lifted his rightfield paw, placing it in my hand.

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

I couldn't avail but think she was correct. Suddenly there were more murmurous sounds behind us. I stood and turned to see three More canine shapes impetus into view from the shadows. I was frightened for a moment, realizing they were blocking off our only escape back down the constringe alleyway. But they acted civilized enough, with no growling, and only wagging of tails in greeting.

The close up in around us, a High German Shepherd cautiously sniffing my extended mitt in a friendly gesture. Heather scratched behind the ears of a black and white colored Husky who wagged his tail eagerly. A light tan Pit bruiser circled around me, sniffing cautiously. Suddenly my sister gave a galvanise squeak of surprise. She swiped behind her with her script and the Doberman flinched back in retreat, pulling his inquisitive schnozzle out from under Heather's brusque mini skirt. He moved nimbly, his painful looking hitch apparently having miraculously cured itself.

I stifled an indignant shriek of my own as I felt the wet snout of a Pit Bull prod its way between my second joint, his slobbering wet tongue exploring the cottony genitals of my G-string panties. I pressed my legs together and shoved him away."Naughty doggy !"I chided, my hands on my hips to present my displeasure. He briefly lowered his tail as a gesture of apology, and then set it to wagging again, a pixilated smiling seeming to bilk his jawbone. I squealed once Thomas More, rising up on my toes in an attempt to elude the cold, burrowing schnozzle of the German shepherd, pressed up deep into the fracture of my butt from fundament.

"No, no ... NO !"ling protested. She was struggling with the husky, who had his head buried under the battlefront of her doll. She squirmed and cursed under her breath, finally managing to pull herself away from the lewd and compulsive cuspid. As the fauna withdrew, Calluna vulgaris's hips rocked, tugged forward by her panties locked in the Husky's clenched jaws. She made a motion to swat the lecherous beast and it released its grip. The privates of ling's scanty elastically snapped back into place with an audible ‘ pop ’. The large dog licked its chopper in appreciation, gazing up at Heather with its characteristically blueish husky eyes.

Giggling, Calluna vulgaris tried to circle away from the husky and the Doberman, but they herded her expertly against a wall, each looking for a new chance to get their furry snouts back at the feminine goodies barely hidden under her very short skirt. The German Shepherd meanwhile was back at me from behind, wriggling his way under the hem of my mini skirt, snagging the drawing string of my thong panties with his teeth. He pulled back, his front hand lowered in a playful stance, whipping his top dog back and forth. I could hear the finespun stitches in the material begin to pop under the breed. The private parts of my panties was yanked tightly into loins, splitting my purulent lips around the bunched up material in a most stymy camel toe. There was a ‘ snap ’, and the back string of my thong broke under the tension. The severed strand slipped from the dog's teeth to dangle loosely underneath my skirt.

The situation was obviously getting out of hand, so heather and I tried to force our way through the gang of dogs to establish our escape. But our drive were thwarted as four sets of canine jaws latched onto our miniskirt skirts, relentlessly yanking at the material and pulling us deeper into the alley. I shrieked in protest but this only seemed to drive the pack into a more exited frenzy.

"I ... I think they smell our panty !"Heather exclaimed with a gasp, wide and struggling against the uncivil overture of the Husky and the Doberman.

"Maybe if we let them have them, they'll leave us alone !"I replied with a touch of scare, fighting back against the relentless probing exploit of the German Shepherd and the Pit Bull.

My twin babe nodded in agreement. broom had been grinding herself against a clump of her pretty girlfriends on the nightclub dance level, and I had been dancing with my supposed dream guy. It was no surprise that both of our pantie might be a bit dampish and wafting Forth an alluring female aroma to the canine tooth senses. Well, ok, maybe the term"sweltering swampland"might be a practiced de***********ion for what was going on down there between my leg. But regardless, if we could peel off our sticky little panties, and offer them as a misdirection to the coterie of andiron, we could probably make our flight from the alley.

I reached up underneath my skirt with both manpower, hooking my pollex into the elastic banding of my ripped thong panties. Wriggling my hips, I tugged my tiny underclothes downward, feeling the steamy crotch peel itself wetly from my glistening pussy lips. The two dogs tugging at my skirt relented in their cause, peeking underneath the hem to see with lament interest as syrupy strands of moisture pulled taunt between my vaginal pitcher and the retreating crotch of my panties. The Pit Bull licked his lips, gazing at me with a marauding look. I bent over to pull my scanty glower, twitching in surprise as the cold, wet snout of the German sheepherder prodded its way into the exposed crack of my ass. I could feel his hot breath wash across the tight little pucker of my anus and I clenched my rump cheeks tightly together in defense. My step-in dropped, tangling up around my ankles, almost tripping me. Regaining my equipoise and kicking off my remaining shoe in frustration, I finally succeeded in pulling my glutinous underwear liberal in the process.

"Come on guys ! Here you go !"I teased, waving my torn pink pantie in the air. The odor of wet snatch was manifest, steaming from the cottony crotch and hanging heavy in the still air of the back street. The Pit shit and the German Shepherd pranced around me, eager for the tantalizing treat. I tossed the sodden garment several groundwork away, sending the Pit Bull on a mad elan in quest. He snagged the sticky morsel while still in the air and flopped down on the priming to eagerly contract his muzzle into the fuddled step-in crotch. The German sheepman whined with enviousness as he cautiously approached. The Pit Bull hunkered down selfishly over his juicy collar, growling a monition which halted the shepherd's advance.

Heather also started to strip off her panties. The Husky and the Doberman both nuzzled their hooter up under the hem of her skirt to look into the matter personally. Two band of canine jaws latched onto the elastic waistband, pulling downward. Heather's panties were quickly yanked to her articulatio genus as she fought to maintain her Libra the Balance. I could see the small crotch of her empurple lace step-in was soaked completely through with a shimmering wetness. The two doggy braced their breast paw, clenching their jaws onto the elastic band and pulling fiercely in inverse directions. The Doberman thrashed his chief back and forth and there was a shoot down phone. The waistband snapped, followed by the thong drawing string. The Husky and the Doberman each stumbled back as the tension was released. The Husky won the Leo the Lion's share of the prize, coming away with almost of the shattered waistband and the gooey-wet privates. The Doberman pinscher looked disappointed with his consolation prize of a small section of waistband and the fanny lash of the panty. The Husky chewed victoriously on the tasty plot of land of scanty 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 twist was dressed in short mini skirts, missing its panties, and was one-half stoned out of its judgement on circle.

I made it about five feet before a distich of dark furry paws slid over my berm and the full weight of the act on High German Shepherd sent me crashing to my knees. I landed with a grunt, scuffing one knee and knocking myself inadequate of breath. The Pit Bull followed up, latching his teeth around my left-hand ankle. He didn't bite down hard, but effectively restrained me nonetheless. I kicked with my foot in a panic, trying to shift him, but cried out as his teeth dug deeper into my tegument. It was clear that further effort at escape would be sore.

Heather managed a full ten animal foot of progress before the pursuing husky latched his sharp teeth onto the back of her fluttering miniskirt. The tight garment pulled downward, wrapping itself around her tibia and sending her sprawling to the sidewalk. With a cry of consternation she tried to scramble to her infantry, but the Doberman pinscher was on her in a flash, assisting in the take-down by grabbing her blond jigger tail in his jaws and forcing her to the ground.

I also tried to fight my way to my fundament, but felt a powerful set of German sheepman jaws clamping down on the back of my neck. sob, I lowered my brain to the dirty paving material of the glooming alley in an act of submission.

The Pit Bull tentatively loosened his suitcase on my ankle. I started to squirm but his dentition bore down again. The German Shepherd issued a throaty growling, tightening his grip on the back of my cervix. Trembling in fright, I felt a tear roll down my boldness as further thinking of resistance faded from my mind.

Satisfied with my defeated sob, the Pit Bull released his suitcase on my ankle. I shivered as I felt him sniff his way curiously up my leg. Goosebumps rose on my bare tegument as his hot breathing time washed over the rachis of my naked thighs. I clenched my peg tightly together as I felt his cold nose working its way high-pitched. His snout wriggled under the hem of my bird and then flipped it up onto my lower berth back. My rhythm, naked rump cheeks were exposed as I stifled a cry of dismay. An unvoluntary flinch contracted my brawn as the cold, wet olfactory organ of the Pit Bull pressed its way into the crack of my ass. I gritted my teeth, clenching my rump brawniness tightly together. The Pit Bull withdrew, and I breathed a sigh of sculptural relief in the hopes that he had given up. But then I felt the claws of his front end paws, scratching, tugging insistently at my interior second joint, trying to pry my legs apart."No !"I called out in protest, but my command went unheeded. I resisted the Pit Bull's probing efforts, but the German language Shepherd clamped his jaws tightly around the back of my neck, forcing my brass into the paving as an ominous growl rumbled in his pharynx.

I began to cry in earnest, coming to understand that I had no alternative in the topic. crying clouded my vision as I submissively spread my legs, opening myself up to the investigative hooter of the Pit Taurus the Bull. I gasped, a red boot of shame burning its way up my face as his hot breath washed over my defenseless puss. A hanker, wet doggy clapper lashed out, licking me from clitoris to asshole in a slow, savoring motion. Despite my sense of repulsion, I could find my moist vaginal lips respond to the stimulation, swelling with an inpour of blood and unfurling to give away the path of entry into my steamy little cunt. I flinched, a strangled cry of dismay choked nervously in my throat as the wet nose of the Pit Bull pressed into the velvety flesh of my twat. He snorted, the resistless scent of wet human slit overwhelming his keen common sense of olfactory perception. Perhaps the evanesce outcome of my spiked nightspot drink were to blame, or maybe I simply knew that I was rhythm, but I spread my legs a petty wider in a subservient gesture.

issuance an animalistic growl of lustfulness, the Pit fuzz buried his snout deeper into my fuddled lilliputian pussy, stretching me assailable. I desperately tried to squirm away from the intimate intrusion, but the German shepherd's clutches on the binding of my cervix held me firmly in post. An involuntary groan escaped my rim as the Pit Taurus the Bull's long tongue slithered from his jaws, burrowing its way into my vestal snatch. A steadily increasing trickle of kitty lube oozed from the fleshy pink rampart of my piece of tail slot. The Pit strapper greedily devoured the syrupy goody, slurping wetly. Feeling my kernel beating at an noble-minded rate, I moaned quietly, wriggling my articulatio coxae to unfold my wooden leg into a slightly wider spread.

Tentatively, the German language sheepman released his grip on my neck, holding his jaws at the set up should I find a renewed sense of rebellion. Those thoughts had faded however, as my breathing transformed into a truelove panting, betraying my growing common sense of arousal. Wet, slurping doggy tongue dug into the fragile cracks and crevices of my twat as I felt an involuntary shudder of lust tremble through my loin. I issued a purr of approval, squirming my hips and raising my laughingstock a little higher into the air to provide the Pit copper easier access. Satisfied with my compliant mental attitude, the German sheepherder backed away, keeping a careful eye on me. Slowly I pulled my knees up underneath me, raising my naked rear end. Not wanting to risk the High German shepherd's ire, I kept my caput submissively on the ground, arching my binding in a downward curve to present my slit more firmly against the Pit dogshit's talented nozzle.

A second wet bow-wow tongue made its presence known, slobbering dogtooth spitting over my au naturel, upturned rump. Abandoning his guard duty, the German Shepherd had taken an interest in my firm, creamy backside. I gently swayed my hips as his tongue dipped down into the offer of my ass, exploring, tracking undeniably downhearted with every loving swipe. The Pit Bull snorted with enthusiasm, blowing a spray of sticky twat juice from his dripping mandibula to splatter my internal second joint. I scooted on my knee, widening my stance. I squealed in surprisal as the German Shepherd's tongue wriggled ever let down in the shot of my ass, pressing itself intimately into the tuck little pregnant chad of my asshole.

"Oh god ... no ..."I begged, realizing his intentions. The tip of his hot, wet tongue lashed back and Forth River, applying increasing pressure. I bit my grim lip, trembling as I felt my tightly crinkled little anal rosebud Begin to flitter. More tears of shame trailed down my cheek, wondering what mother wit of self-respect I could possibly hold if I were to let a barker push his lingua into my ass. My clenched little sphincter muscle didn't suffer from such moral reservations however, and I felt it flutter with hullabaloo in reply to the ongoing oral stimulation. The German Shepherd wasted no opportunity, prying and probing relentlessly, exploiting each small-scale slip of my anal resistance.

Despite myself, I found my hands reaching back, finger clasping my firm, rounded buns face. I pulled, spreading myself open. With a sob that was equal character horror and lustful enthusiasm, I felt my sloshed fiddling Virgo asshole ruck in and out in a spasmodic muscle spasm and then bloom spread in invitation. The German shepherd pulled back, gazing at the sight. My heart pounded as my breath came in desperate inrushes. Perhaps the large cuspid had changed his head ? A nervous frisson tracked up my spine. I tugged my tail end impudence undefendable wider."Please ..."I begged in an almost unhearable whisper.

The German shepherd pressed back in, bringing the tip of his lingua to bear on my snug stern portal. Wet doggy tongue slipped in the welcoming embrace of tight slight girl rectum. I bucked my articulatio coxae, feeling my anus close down firmly around his viva voce appendage. He dug deep, as if trying to lick honey from a jar. A shiver of delectation rippled its way along the muscles of my sphincter, clenching down in a loving embrace on the embedded doggy tongue, urging him deeper into my clutching rectal depths.

The Pit dogshit worked his tongue eagerly in my virgin pussy, noisily savoring the primeval taste of oozing little girl twat. The German Shepherd serviced my stern, his bared teeth pressing firmly against the puckered form of my anus as his oral appendage wriggled ever deeper into my snug back enactment. I could feel their squirming lingua deep within me, separated by only the thin, gentle membrane of juicy pink anatomy between my pussy and asshole. My breathing ragged, I involuntarily began to slowly swivel my hips, grinding my twin little love portals against the furry neb of my captors.

I dared to elicit my head off the sidewalk, slowly pressing myself up onto my hand and knees so as to not dismay the two canines. Allowed this bestow exemption of movement, I rolled my hip in a sensual motion, my rhythm gaining speed as the sexual itch in my firm Thomas Young torso began to build. The two dogs moved expertly with me, tongues fully embedded as the pacing of our lurid terpsichore picked up a growing common sense of urgency. A enjoy close shave of passion threatened to run away me, but I bit down on my get down lip, choking back the passionate exclaiming. A shudder rippled through the profoundness of my pussycat and my next squeal of joy escaped my backtalk. Panting in ragged hint, I thrust my hips backwards in a frantic thrashing move."shtup ... YES !"I groaned, gritting my dentition as the trembling sentiency in my cunt spread to my belly and prick.

I tried to restrain it, but the sexual tremor within me would not be denied. My inner thighs began to quiver. My hips rolled in a cyclic question, bucking and churning as I clenched and released the muscles in my firm ass nerve in rapid turmoil."GOD !"I screamed, fireworks exploding across my vision as my orgasm erupted. Only the twin doggie natural language lodged in my twat and asshole kept me erect on my bridge player and knees as my body flailed beyond my control. Powerful orgasmic cramp iron shuddered through my slit and asshole, clenching and releasing in a serial publication of mind-bending condensation. Panting like a bitch in high temperature, I thrashed my rose hip, feeling my tits bouncing within the confines of my tight little blouse. Finally, with a heroic pant, I bucked my hips one last time and then shuddered to a stop. I greedily heaved in one lungful of air after the future as the Pit Bull and German language shepherd pulled their fantastic tongues from the clutching bosom of my cunt and rectum, causing me to groan and tremble with a series of post-orgasmic tremor. The lecherous canines licked their jowl, savoring the tastes matted into their furry muzzle. I shivered as a moment of silence fell over the alley, broken only by the slow, steady dripping of my draining vaginal succus, splattering onto the pavement between my peg.

As I regained my sensory faculty, I was suddenly struck with the recall that my twin sis was in the alley with me, not five feet away. A burning tide of crimson shame surged up my cervix and into my brass. Fearfully, I slowly raised my oculus in her focusing, wondering what on earth she must be thinking of my unforgivable actions.

Calluna vulgaris however seemed to be dealing with her own crisis. She was poised on her mitt and knees, naked from the waistline down, with her mini skirt tangled around her get out articulatio talocruralis. The toes of her high up heeled shoes scuffed at the pavement as she struggled to maintain her stance. The large Eskimo dog was mounted on her from behind, his front paw wrapped tightly around her breast. Her blouse had been pulled upward by the canine's furry bosom, allowing her minor, firm tits to talk spare, bouncing energetically. As if sensing my gaze upon her, Scots heather turned back to look at me, her gravid dark eyes glazed over and her jaw quag in shock. A thin strand of boloney hung from her middling garden pink lips, draining slowly downward.

"He's ... He's in my ... in my ass !"my sister gasped with a stammer, her eyes misty wet with the shameful admission. Her body jolted and naked flesh quivered as the sinewy Husky gave a powerful lurch of his furry haunches against Heather's naked backside. I cringed, expecting Scots heather to pipe in dismay and begin to cry in earnest. Instead she raised one hand and brushed her blonde haircloth behind her ear in a subconscious flirting motion. Turning to face forward again, ling steadied herself on her bridge player and knees, clenching her jaw with the effort as she pressed herself backwards, squirming under the dominating ascendance of the butt-fucking canine.

As I watched in amazement, the muscular Husky pulled back, exposing probably ten inches of thick, throbbing dog cock. Then he slammed forward, his furry haunches meeting the firm, unflawed brass of my sis's upturned tooshie. Creamy rear cheeks jiggled with the impact and then deformed to equate the furry contours of the canid's arse stage and tummy. A wet smack broke the stillness of the alley as his hard ball dismissal pounded solidly against the loose mouth of her wet twat. The Husky stroked out, ling's anus distending outward as it applied a steady friction to his flagitious retreating beam of light. Ass cheeks and titty jiggled again as the meaty fuck bewilder thundered back habitation into her rectal embrace. Heather squealed, grinding her articulatio coxae in a round motion around his fully embedded prick. She turned her fountainhead again, straining her neck to gaze up and back at the husky with a loving, pleading saying. He reached down with powerful jaws, capturing her blonde ponytail in his dentition and sternly pulling back. Heather whimpered, her back forced into a more austere downward archway. Her rump cheeks rolled upward, presented at the perfect access angle for the Husky's next punishing rectal roll in the hay thrust. Heather took him, cooing with joy, jostling her articulatio genus into a slightly across-the-board position and readying herself for the next even deeper knife thrust that followed a moment later.

heather issued a shriek of protest as the husky roughly buried himself to the hilt in her bowels. Then I saw her already shockingly stretched anal pucker Menachem Begin to protrude to even more alarm dimensions. Fully sheathed in my baby's shitter, the husky's massive pecker knot began to swell. She bucked and squirmed, pleading as the monstrous Hammond organ ballooned within the straining confines of her pooper. But her struggles proved futile. The canine's tangle engorged to incredible proportion, locking him firmly within the grasping embracing of her obscenely stretched rectal pucker. Crying, overrefinement, she begged him to halt. The husky rewarded her with a quick but punishing anal thrust, choking off her complaints as her trunk jiggled with the wallop. Then the Husky settled into a slow, rhythmical motion of short, mighty poke, leisurely taking his metre to savor the buildup to the inevitable conclusion.

I looked upon terrorization and yet strangely intriguing visual modality, unable to fathom how Calluna vulgaris's pie-eyed little backside could take in that much bow-wow shaft. The Husky seemed tireless, pounding push after ass-violating jab into my sister's abused piddling rectum. Imprisoned by the quivering grasp of her anal ring, the Husky's massive cock mi strained her rectal portal vein, flesh bulging as the canid pulled back. Locked and loaded, his sinewy haunches trembled. Then he unleashed, ass fucking my cute similitude babe up the butt with a savage chance event. She grunted, taking the scurrilous insertion with a buck of her hips. Her hindquarters cheeks pressed flat against the canine's inner second joint, swiveling in a lewd, circular motion. The husky pulled back again and then uncoiled his muscular tissue with another savage rectal hammer, drawing an enthusiastic squeal from my sister's backtalk as she ground her ass against him. I licked my sassing, thinking it wouldn't be farsighted before I was treated to the visual sense of the Husky unloaded a scald deluge of churning dog cum deep into Heather's clutching bowels.

Suddenly I cried out in surprise as a gruelling weighting landed on my rachis, collapsing me to the sidewalk. The Pit Bull tried to mount me, but with me now laying flat on the ground, it was an awkward position. A couple more poorly aimed jabbing proved the futility of the attempt. I rolled over onto my rachis, looking up at the powerful animal poised above me. A tremor of fear shuddered through me as my gaze traveled down his body, bringing his threatening canine cock into nidus. At about seven in, it didn't have the telling length of the Eskimo dog that was currently boring its way into the depths of Calluna vulgaris's snug little bunghole. But what it lacked in length it Sir Thomas More than made up for in girth. My headland still spinning from the dreamscape consequence of the roofie, I reached down with both handwriting, allowing my finger to get the picture clumsily around the fleshy barb."It's so huge ..."I breathed in trance-like amazement. Starting from a specify tip, the Pit Bull's cock quickly ballooned out to a massively thick diameter. Try as I might, I could not come even close to fully wrapping the stretch out fingers of both hands around it. I laughed, thinking how entirely useless such a ridiculously huge cock must be. I mean, there was no way that such a monster could ever be forced into any normal sized pussy.

As if to prove me wrong, the Pit strapper squatted down, angling his ponderous prick in the instruction of my pair of virginals little cunt. I shook my foreland, knowing that his achiever was unbelievable, given the misalignment of our soundbox. Now ... if I were to wrap up onto my upper berth back, lifting my hips ... yes ... that certainly seemed to help matters some. The tip of his hammer -- oozing a glistening drib of precum -- nosed its way into the folds of my snatch. Still firmly locked in the guiding embrace of my hands, I stroked the tip of his rooster up and down the length of my slit, biting back a quiet moan of delight. The Pit Taurus the Bull pushed in deeper -- or had I pulled him in ? It was hard to say. I cried out, feeling his rapidly increasing girth stretch my closely fiddling virgin pussy to impossible proportion.

He thrust forward, but the shock knocked me off balance. I rolled sideways, a jot of protest on my lips as I felt his cock slipperiness from my twat. I moved back into position, this prison term lifting my nude legs and crossing my ankles over the lower back of the Pit Bull to lock me into lieu. The thought briefly crossed my drug-addled mind that I was going to get my birthday fucking after all.

The Pit crap knife thrust, driving himself downward. I shrieked in pain and surprisal, feeling respective inch of the massive dick shaft splay me out-of-doors wide. My purulent sass strained, stretched to their inviolable terminus ad quem, their overwhelming friction quickly grinding his inward progress to a stay. The beast withdrew, leaving just the tip of his hammer in seat as my slippery twat lips closed back down around the tapering girth of his shit. The Pit papal bull pounded down with another invasive jab. I cried out, tear welling up in my oculus as his cock forged into my crocked vaginal bosom. The brain of his prick found my virgin barrier, battering like a ram against its fleshy resistivity. My bitch back talk stretched obscenely around the monstrous diam of his cock rod, getting the first off hints of its truly massive dimension.

The canine stroked back, causing me to suspire in succor as my pussy pulled back to its normal size. With a snort, the Pit Taurus the Bull plunged into me. I shrieked in infliction, feeling my cherry build stretch in agonizing immunity. I locked my ankle tightly around the barker's lower back, pulling downward with my quivering legs in an attempt to assist the appendage. After a moment of straining and detrition, the Pit Taurus gasped for breath and withdrew once more. I could sense his brawniness roll, readying himself for another thrusting. He exploded with determination, throwing his system of weights into the feat. I groaned, thrusting my pelvis upward to meet him. Virginal flesh throbbed in protest, stretching, straining, trembling, but holding business firm. With a moan of defeat, I collapsed back to the ground, panting desperately.

The Pit Bull paused, ineffectual to realize the unsatisfying and disobliging limited depth of my hot niggling slit. To bury only three inches of his massive turncock rod into such a snug and wonderful snatch seemed like such a waste. I seized on his indisposition to acquire matters into my own hands. Wrapping my arms around my furry lover, I rolled to my incline and then on top of him, taking the surprised cuspid with me. Yelping, his mitt flailed as his heart went astray, suddenly finding himself in the disadvantaged place on his back. He squirmed, trying to wriggle out from underneath me. But I soothed him with a calming spokesperson, squatting on top of his haunches. I ran my fingerbreadth through the fur of his bureau, gently scratching him as my other paw reached down and found the bobbing end of his upright and inflexible cock. The animal squirmed again in consternation, but then -- as I guided the tip of his cocksucker back into the slippery embrace of my hot little piece of ass slot -- his conflict began to falter. A few inches of cock bored their way into my pussycat and the Pit Bull's natural justificatory chemical reaction gave way to the urges of passion. I could see from his reflexion that he was beginning to realize that human missy weren't limited to fucking in only a"doggy style"view. An manifestation of intrigued interest seemed to cross his canine lineament.

I raised my hips and then forced myself downward, sighing as several column inch of impossibly compact, wet dog stopcock were pressure-fit into my widely stretched vaginal piece of ass burrow. I gritted my teeth as the tip of his cock once again pressed up against my Virgin barrier, stretching and straining the frustrating resistance, ineffective to ruin through. I raised my hips again, using my organic structure weight to impale my twat down onto the Pit Bull's throbbing cock plunger."Fuck !"I exclaimed, gritting my dentition against the painful sensation. I rose again and dropped."fuck !"that trauma ! The Pit Bull gained a horse sense of my timing, giving an experimental upward stab of his furry haunches as I rose and then dropped for a third gear fourth dimension."FFFFUCK ! screw me !"I squealed.

Shifting from my awkward squatting position, I settled down onto my genu, still straddling the prone sort of the Pit horseshit beneath me. I spread my stance unfastened wide, feeling my ass cheeks gape and my tight little rectal pucker winking. Reinserting the Pit Irish bull's slippery wet tool, I rose again, grunting with gratification at this new and improved position. His cock barb sunk into my twat with a wet slurp, battering against my vestal barricade. I bounced, tits jiggling as I felt a slight faltering in the loth fleshy barrier. I bounced again and the Pit Bull matched my motility, thrusting upward with a determined lunge of his haunches. I whimpered, feeling a tearing, stretching genius.

My hips settled lower and I howled -- botheration, passion, and a sense of victory combined into one -- as the tip of the Pit Bull's cock shaft finally tore through my Virgo barrier. Momentum carried me downward, uncharted district of my vaginal sleeve straining as the enormous eyetooth cock shaft was buried in a slow, steady insertion. My sight blurred with a momentary sensation of pain, quickly replaced by a disorienting notion of fulfillment and acquirement. Panting desperately for air, I straddled my canine lover, savoring the cunt-stuffing hotshot as I sheathed his cock to the hilt in ruttish depths of my zany.

Panting, I paused, simply savoring the incredible stretching sensation. Cautiously I began to gently roll my hips. The massive eye tooth cock pecker refused to budge, seemingly locked in station by the straining embrace of my grasping pussy. Biting my take down lip, I applied myself to the sweat. My payoff came, achieving just a thin quantity of delicious motility of his monstrous prick in my obscenely over-stretched puss. It felt like soul had stuffed a football into the depths of my footling pussy ! I purred with delectation, grinding my hips a bit more energetically as my vaginal lubrication oozed to the rescue.

I spared a glimpse over at heather, my attention drawn by a wet, rhythmic slapping noise and my twin baby's enthusiastic cries. The Husky had managed to defeat the incredibly tight resistor of her tightly clenched little sphincter, allowing his monolithic hammer knot to mistake free of her anal embrace. Scots heather's bastard gaped as the potent eye tooth dragged his stiff cock shaft in reverse. In a smooth, cyclic apparent motion, the wildcat reversed his motion, sending a full ten inches of glistening, throbbing dog cock back into the depth of the miserable girl's eager rectum. The gormandize cock nautical mile slapped up hard against Heather's straining anus and then battered its way inside. A wet slap sounded as the dog's Brobdingnagian leathery nut sack impacted my sister's fully aroused pussy sass. Long argent filament of twat sauce oozed from the gaping slot, dripping, trailing down her inner thighs. The Husky withdrew again and then hammered home again. Heather grunted, taking every finis column inch, rolling her articulatio coxae upward with seasonably preciseness to mate her canine lover's motions.

The Husky began to pant feverishly, slobber dripping from his jawbone to land on Heather's squirming back. His cock air mile seemed to swell to even declamatory dimension as he slammed himself into her ass, slub and all, and lifted his head to sound off a victorious howling. My baby moaned and squirmed underneath him, grinding her hips against his haunches as the Husky's immense ball sack contracted in a violent spasm. ling's center went wide as the creature's prick swelled and then erupted, launching a foaming geyser of churning dog cum deep into her quivering bowel.

The Husky withdrew, his monolithic cock spear slathered with a coating of cum that dripped and splattered the back of Heather's naked thighs. powerful canine muscular tissue contracted, launching the animate being forward yet again. His balls throbbed visibly as his ass-wrecking passado began, blasting a 2nd avalanche of barker sperm into my sister's orgasmic anal retentive tract as he reinserted. I saw her body chill, the heftiness in her arse and thighs visibly rippling as the orgasmic pleasure washed over her in rhythmic muscle spasm. The dog's hammer sank into her ass to the hilt with a noisy slurp, stretching her gut to their demarcation as she squealed. Her corporation bulged, filling with his sticky ejaculate. A foaming cascade of canine tooth cum spewed from broom's ass, pressuring its way past the loaded seal of her anus around his cock. The beast withdrew, veins in his cock throbbing visibly under the translucent sheen of cum. broom's thigh and sura were coated in a dripping icing that drizzled off the length of his cock. Gripping his front manus tightly around Calluna vulgaris's chest, the Husky hammered his pecker into her asshole once again, drawing another enthusiastic screeching of pleasance from her lips. He drove the full duration of his meaty shot into Heather's upturned rump and then launched into a serial publication of unawares, rapid ass thrusts, his testis contracting and cum surging with each herculean stroke. young lady and canine panted desperately for breath, their heaving chest matching cadence as they seemed to adhesion into a ace being.

Finally the Husky collapsed on Heather's back, exhausted, tongue lolling from his jowl. My sister shuddered, her rosehip twitching as she trembled through a series of post-orgasmic contractions. The canine pulled back, his huge cock international nautical mile slipping easily from the yawn wreckage of Calluna vulgaris's plundered anus. The softening hammer slid easily from her rectal embrace, her tired little sphincter twitching as she reluctantly felt him shift from her clasp. An eruption of swirling dog cum gushed from her obscenely stretched put up portal as the husky pulled out, sheeting down over her pussy and bare thighs in thick, sticky torrents. The Eskimo dog staggered away on unfirm legs, his semi-erect tool dangling, dripping a stabilise lead of slathering cum as he retreated.

Calluna vulgaris's hips bucked one last sentence, her naked thigh and rump muscularity contracting in a quivering muscle spasm as she arched her back and moaned. Then she collapsed onto her side, curling up in a foetal locating and giggling softly to herself. Her well-reamed arsehole twitched and shuddered, puckering undefendable and closed in a behind, rhythmic pattern as a steady flow of bow-wow cum continued to drain. She closed her centre, finally surrendering to the lingering effects of the roofie-spiked drink from the nine, or the deplete effects of a savage canine ass roll in the hay, or perhaps both.

A burning rubbing in my loins get my care away from my sleeping sister and back to the massive dog cock slowly surging back and Forth River in the tight confines of my juicy short twat. A steady trickle of liquified slit butter oozed from the heavy flock of my painfully stretched pussy, providing a glistening finishing of lubrication for the Pit crap's strict whoreson. The excess drained down in thick rivulets over his huge nut pouch and matting into the fur of his loins. I rolled my hips, settling into a steady, sensual shag motion, feeling my straining short pussy stretch just a bit more with each unstoppable thrust of the Pit Taurus's enormous gumshoe. With a sigh, I leaned forward, laying down on top of the canine's furry, heaving chest.

A furry, wriggling flesh brushed up against my leg. I turned to see, seeing the German sheepman standing next to me, his tail lashing back and Forth with fervour. I glanced between his ramification, spotting nine inches of fleshy canine tooth peter standing at inflexible tending."You'll ... uh ! ... You'll just ... uh ! ... have to wait your turn ... uh !,"I admonished, interrupted repeatedly by the cyclical thrusting action mechanism of the Pit fuzz's shaft in my goofball. The German Shepherd however saw it differently. With a elegant motion he mounted himself onto my au naturel, thrusting rump, wrapping his front paw around my chest. He pressed his peter into the pass of my wide-spread ass brass. It was exactly the Sami mounting position the Husky had used on my sister, and I realized immediately that my pink little kitty-cat wasn't the only option uncommitted for an eager doggy dick. In a panic, I tried to squirm away, but the immense Pit fuzz turncock spiked up my snap hampered my safety valve as the German language Shepherd adjusted his stance and tightened his paws around my ribcage.

The German Shepherd's prick slid up through the crack of my ass, lubricated by a warmly trail of slippery precum oozing from the tip. He pulled back, realigning his aim. With his 2d lunge the end of his throbbing cock pressed once more into the astray open scissure of my rump, tracking up and down in time with the question of my cast hips."Please ... no ..."I begged, feeling my tight little anus snug down tight in a justificatory attitude. And yet, as the Pit bull push upwards with his haunches and I swayed in answer, I found my hip instinctively adding a bit more rolling movement. I swiveled up and back, presenting my vulnerable rear portal to the German Shepherd. His fleshy cock tip slipped gloomy, settling into the recessed dimple around my anus. Sensing he was locked on target, the eager eyetooth began to push. I tried to resist, clenching tightly as tears of shame flooded my eyes. But with each loving CVA of the Pit dogshit's dick into my quivering pussy, I felt my tight picayune sphincter pucker back and Forth River, throbbing, pulsing with lewd excitement.

I squealed in protest, feeling my electrical resistance falter. The hot, wet tip of the German language Shepherd's cocksucker slipped into my anal embrace. The Pit Bull thrust again, causing my coxa to go against. I swiveled forward, feeling the tip of the dog cock slip from my ass. My sweet piffling pooter trembled with a spasm, puckering rapidly unfold and closed. But as the Pit Irish bull withdrew, I rolled my pelvic girdle back, meeting the entry push of the High German Shepherd's prick. I strained, clenching my jaw as I pushed back hard. The German language shepherd tightened the grip of his breast paw around my chest, lunging forward with his haunches. I gasped ! Several inch of throbbing canine cock rod were stuffed into the tight, clutching confines of my bunghole !

The Pit Samson jabbing and my hips rolled in response. The German Shepherd's shaft slipped in retirement, almost escaping the loving embrace of my crocked petty butt. The Pit Bull pulled back and I moved in sync. The High German sheepman caught a common sense of our timing, lunging forward with a punishing anal retentive fuck thrusting. Based on my limited experience, as well as my observations of my sister, it was becoming vindicated that eye tooth don't appear to have a unwavering clench on the construct of"gentle"when it comes to fucking a young lady up the ass. I bit my lower lip, choking back a whine of dissent as six column inch of German shepherd shaft punched into my shitter. Our trio cycled again and I felt a bead of perspiration begin to glisten on my os frontale. The Pit bullshit bottomed out in my cunt and the German shepherd plowed another inch of so of virgin territory up my ass. He wasn't yet fully embedded, but we were making progress !

Another cycle per second, and I grunted with the attempt. I felt a furry tickling on my naked rump impudence, suggesting that the German Shepherd was nearly there. We churned again and a muffled squeal burst from me as the German language Shepherd finally took me to the hilt. My naked cheeks pressed categoric against his haunches and I ground my hips in a slow R-2, savoring the incredible sensation of being double-stuffed by two huge canines. The Pit Bull took a breather, gasping for air as I joined him. The German Shepherd pounded my butt with a serial publication of merciless good distance thrusts that jarred my teeth. Then he scrambled awkwardly, jostling himself into a new stead. I felt his torso weight leave my back. And yet the massive butt-stretching insertion of his rooster remained in home. I glanced behind me. The High German Shepherd had dismounted, turning, and now stood rump to rump with me. He wriggled his furry haunches and I sucked in an inrush of air as I felt his turncock knot begin to well inside the snug grasp of my tight piddling asshole. I squirmed, instinctively attempting to expel him before his knot engorged to its full proportion. But it was already too belatedly. The foot of his mother fucker grew alarmingly, stretching my taunt little rise up portal to its limits. I could feel my rectal pucker gibbousness with the strain, pulsing, throbbing back and forth. The German Shepherd was fully tied to me, locked in my anal retentive embracement. The just way to escape him now would be to hold off for him to gas his cum load into my quivering bowels.

A sharp yap roused my tending. My pass snapped up and my glazed over eyes saw the furry Husky standing before me. His huge incision had recovered quickly from its adventures up my sister's ass and bobbed at stiff attention under his belly. The monolithic light beam was still coated with a loggerheaded ice of dog cum, hanging in thick trailers from the entire duration of his shaft. As I watched, a thick drop of precum oozed from the tip of his cock, slowly trailing downward on a glistening filament. The canine tooth's intentions quickly became clear as he moved forward, straddling my head word. I turned my face away but he issued an ominous growl."No"was apparently not an acceptable answer. Gulping in fear, I submissively reached up, grasping the Husky's long, duncical cock, running my finger's breadth up and down the duration of his slippery irradiation.

Grimacing, I brought the tip of his rooster to my lips, gently nuzzling the tip. Visions of this like cock hammering its way into my sister's snug little asshole jumped unbidden to mind. The taste of dog cum and Heather's rectal portal washed across my senses. My lips parted, allowing my fluttering tongue to savour a slug. husky driving force forward, insistently pressing several inch of dripping wet dog hammer into my lip. He pulled back and then lunged in more urgently. As my head rocked back under the forceful insertion, it became clear that the vast Husky was not inexperienced in the art of using a Young daughter's mouth like a twat.

The Husky cycled his furred rosehip, pulling back and then thrusting inward. The tip of his relentless prick pushed to the scuttle of my throat. I gagged in answer but the enthusiastic canine tooth paid no attentiveness to my distress. respective inches of thick, hard doggy cock forced their way down my gorge. I could experience the heftiness in my throat bulge in protest, and gasped in relief as the Eskimo dog pulled back his haunches. Then he launched himself forward with huff of exertion. My eyes went wide in panic as the beast's massive cock slab thundered passed my straining lips and down into the astuteness of my trembling throat. Furry haunches pressed up hard against my face and the Eskimo dog's huge nut sac made touch with my lip. The full ten inches of eyetooth rooster were hilted in my passably footling mouth. I knew I should feel an overmaster sense of shame and revulsion, but my response was purely instinctive. I worked my lips, nuzzling the Eskimo dog's egg with a loving buss as the muscularity in my pharynx rippled, milking his diaphysis, beckoning him ever deeply.

He pulled back, causing me to moan with growing passionateness. The generous finish of spent cum on the fleshly's shaft skimmed off his fleshy shaft by the tight embrace of my lips. His sticky sperm cell awoke the taste buds in my mouthpiece, sending my tongue into a frenzied flutter of activity on the underneath English of his throbbing cock. Cum and saliva oozed from my widely splayed oral cavity, dripping unheeded from my backtalk in midst, trailing pennant. He thrust back in, fucking my face as a suppressed gurgle arose from my throat. dogtooth balls once again snugged up tight against my lips as I responded with an intimate buss. Another retreat, followed by a wildcat fuck thrust shifted the Husky into a rhythmic radiation diagram, back and Forth River, in and out, picking up speed as his flank began to heave with the crusade of fucking my face.

Suddenly there was a jostling on my upturned rump, a confusing scuffle of mitt on my back. Spiked in office by three dog tool, every practical orifice was currently occupied. I couldn't even begin to imagine what was going on back there. However, even in my fuck-lust fuel mental fog, I couldn't help but notice the fleshy prod of yet another canine cock, slithering its slippery wet tip up and down the crack of my ass. The Doberman was looking to get in on the act ! I would have laughed at the mental image had my throat not been stuffed to the brim with the Husky's fleshy erection. I only had three fuckable openings to proffer, so the Doberman pinscher was simply going to have to take a number !

The Doberman however didn't see it that way. I felt his cock skitter up and down the offer of my widely spread ass impudence, desperately seeking relief for his aching putz. The tip of his diaphysis slipped downward into the break up dimpled chad of my prick, bumping up against the knotted tool of the German Shepherd."See, already occupied,"I thought to myself. Then my eyes went broad as the Doberman locked his nominal head hand around my ribcage and began a slow, stern thrust with his haunches. The straining powerful ring of my anus resisted, puckering with panic around the massive girth of the fully stick in German Shepherd. Already stretched beyond my terminal point, there was obviously no way that the Doberman was going to bump his way into my tortured small rectum at the Saame fourth dimension !

Yet his tenaciousness seemed to have no bound. He clenched himself smashed around my chest, drawing back and thrusting forward with his haunches. The tip of his cock hammered against my quivering anus. The German shepherd growled in warning, obviously holding claim to his existing right hand of unveiling. The Doberman was undeterred, pulling back and thrusting once again, pressing his cock jibe up tight against that of the German Shepherd. The Shepherd's shadower lashed in innervation, tickling my lower back.

And then I felt it -- the first breath of an accommodating flutter of my widely stretched sphincter. Tears watered in my optic as I felt an overcome stretching virtuoso. Panting, the Doberman strained, the musculus in his haunches quivering with the drive. I mewled in protest, the sound muffled by the throbbing dog cock plundering my throat. The tip of the Doberman's cock slowly eased its way into my straining little shitter, sliding its way along the fully embedded prick of the German Shepherd. The incredible rubbing caused the Doberman to mash to a halt, panting, with the first two inches of his tool now sheathed up my butt. He resumed his attack, never withdrawing but simply forcing himself ever deeper with light hard thrusts of his pubes. I grunted with each punishing lurch, rolling my rosehip to match his timing.

My body jiggled with each hefty jabbing. progress was made, column inch by butt-fucking inch. I gave a asphyxiate sob of dismay. The Doberman paid no heed. Finally, with a satisfied grunt, he was fully hilted, his rooster throbbing alongside that of the German language Shepherd, two monumental canine pricks stuffed simultaneously up my ass ! Then -- impossibly -- the Doberman's cock knot began to tumesce. I issued a strangled howling of protest, reduced to a frantic gurgle as the husky's putz knot also began to swell within my unwritten embrace. I clawed with my fingers at the pavement, my feet drumming on the ground as a growing sentiency 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 metre, my hopes of escape were laughable. All four canid cock knots inflated to their good measuring rod, stretching every tender orifice beyond my comprehension.

As if by common agreement, all four brute all began eff. There was no rhythm, just pure, random shaft thrusting fury. My entire body jiggled. The monolithic Pit pig cock in my slit hammered deep. The two eye tooth stopcock up my ass pistoned, alternately grinding against each other as a burning blaze of rubbing erupted in my anal tract. The Husky plunged deep into my throat, causing me a legal brief second of speculation as to whether the tip of his cock might encounter either of the two pricks currently jammed into the depth of my bowels. That was my last cohesive idea before the first muscle spasm of an orgasm blossomed in the shaky depths of my silklike little puss. Clenching down in vaginal spasms around the throbbing girth of the Pit pig's massive cock, the frantic muscular contraction spread like a wildfire, shuddering through the muscles of my taunt little tummy and raw thighs before sending my bowel into a rippling series of fit. I bucked, flailing mindlessly, my cock-muffled squeals of love barely hearable above the excited meld slapping of dog and girl flesh.

I had a wispy sensation of throbbing dog shaft swelling to even groovy proportion, but at this power point I was simply a senseless mass of orgasmic girl flesh. Somewhere cryptic within me I could feel the churning eruptions of dog cum, massive fleshy hoses sending foaming cloudburst everywhere. My tummy swelled, and eruptions of overflowing cum gushed from every porta. Pussy lips dripped streamers of doggy sperm, almost identical from the cum that gushed from my straining oral mouth. Stretched beyond all comprehension by two massive canine tooth cocks, my double-stuffed quivering whoreson was a fountain of spraying eye tooth goo, matting the fur of canine haunches and sheeting down the rear of my thighs in a steady washing of sticky fauna cum. Then my world began to fade from grey to black as my consciousness faltered.

I awoke an unknown clock time later, laying on my back in the alley, wallowing in a pool of cooling eye tooth cum. The Husky, German sheepman and Doberman had already dismounted, done with me and each looking substance as they dozed nearby. The Pit horseshit stood over me. As my head cleared, I felt an incredible, satisfying fullness in my slit. The Pit Bull tugged in reverse, causing the exhausted lips of my pussy to distend outwardly, refusing to resign their suitcase on the canine's still swollen rooster Calidris canutus. I blinked, wiping the cover of my hand across my mouth, smearing a thick overflow of the Husky's cum across my boldness. I swallowed, once and then again, washing my tongue around my oral fissure to gather up the oddment of his gooey discharge. The Pit Bull tugged again and then staggered back as my kitty sassing stretched and then released him. With a wet slurp his cock pulled free, leaving my twat an out-of-doors, gaping cavern of pillage vaginal flesh. Canine cum and pussy cream gushed from my tunnel-like fuck slot, adding to the growing puddle on the basis between my surface thighs.

On unsteady branch I rose, falling once to my knees before achieving an upright attitude. Still breathing heavy with exhaustion, I made my way to Heather, waking my babe from her drug-inflicted sleep. After a abbreviated hunting we managed to situate her cast away mini skirt and made ill-omened endeavor to restore ourselves to some bill of presentability. But it was with tussled hairsbreadth, missing panties, and dripping steady trickle of canine tooth cum that my twin sister and I staggered from the opening night of the skittle alley. I paused, glancing around in the dim illumination of the street lighter. Finally I found what I was looking for -- the faded commons street signboard proclaiming the gens of the alleyway. I filed it away for future tense reference, noting it as the claimed sward of the eyetooth ring. A girlfriend never knows when the itch to liven up a dull Saturday eventide might just happen to get up ...