Puzzling at my odd gait down the sidewalk, I looked down at my metrical unit to chew over the problem. After a lot consideration, I giggled, noting the absence of a shoe on my decently foot."shoe,"I thought,"now that's a funny word."Snorting in an aborted fit of laugh, I swayed unsteadily on my foundation before regaining my Balance. Squinting against the inexplicably vivid glower of the street lights, I turned to look back from where I had come, but the mysteriously lost companion footgear remained elusive. Shrugging, I kicked off my left richly heel, watching it tumble into the gutter of the street and down a storm drainage. That little fix in property, my walk still had a bit of weaving stride, but was much improved.

"Heather ! Wait up !"I called. My sister, respective paces ahead of me, did a slow swing-turn around a street sign, using the billet for balance until she was facing back towards me. She wobbled unsteadily on her high heels also, but at least she was in self-command of both her shoes.

"Shhhhh !"Heather shushed me, bringing her finger to her lips in an exaggerated question."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 helping hand flew to my lips, stifling another giggle. Heather sternly glared at me with disfavor, and then broke into a snorting fit of runaway of her own.

Her eyes narrowed."Why are you carrying a shoe ?"she demanded, placing her hands on her hips in a demanding stance. I looked down at one deal, and then the other. certain enough, my rectify high school dog dangled in my fingerbreadth. Why was I carrying one shoe ? That seemed silly. After several off-balanced and unsuccessful try, I managed to slip it onto my understructure. Stumbling on down the sidewalk at an scratchy gait, I wondered what had happened to the left hand horseshoe."Shoe"was a funny password by the way, I realized with a giggle, thinking that feeling seemed vaguely familiar ...



Admittedly, my recall of the evening up to this point was a bit muddled. I do know that it was my -- our -- mine -- whatever -- eighteenth birthday, so my twin sister and I had decided to celebrate by sneaking into ‘ Vixens'-- THE happening local social club. We were both blonde and cute, and did I mention, counterpart, so the doorman didn't eyeball our IDs too closely. short circuit mini skirts and plenty of cleavage and bare middle on display probably didn't hurt our case either.

Once inside, Heather almost immediately ran into a grouping of her girl admirer. 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 take the boys crazy. From the crowd we were drawing, it seemed to be working.

After a spell, I attracted the attention of this really precious guy ... vizor ? Billy ? ... Billy-Billy-Billy, Billy Balloo ... No, delay ... 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 music at the club was seriously loud, so I never really could hear what he was saying. He seemed to understand me just ticket 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 bathroom."You ... You stay put !"I admonished him with a nates wag of my finger. He raised two fingers in a scout's honour swear, and then crossed his heart. I giggled and gave him a playful smacking on the shoulder. I got up and headed off to find the lady way, starting to feel a bit woozy and unsteady on my feet. But told myself that maybe that's just what falling in erotic love feels like.

I finished up in the privy and made my way back to the tabular array. Giddy and dizzy with excitement, I was thinking that it might be time for Jim to take me back to his place ... you know ... to"properly celebrate"my birthday. This was my first time in a club, and I had never gone back to a guy's place before, but there was an undeniable itch in my little scanty 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.

Heather found me at the tabular array, looking sad and disconcert. She pointed at the half-full umbrella crapulence with a tittup supercilium. I waved it away, so my sister finished it off for me in a couple of quick gulping. Still perplexed at Jack's sudden disappearing, I continued to anxiously scan the crowd to see if I could distinguish him. Gradually, the room started to take on an clumsy sideways tilt, and slowly began to twirl in time with the pulsating euphony. Feeling disoriented, I knew I needed some fresh air. I got up and made an erratic path 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 concerned phonation.

"Roo ... Roofie !"I slurred in reception, the strait of the discussion appealing to my diminished thinking capacity. It sounded like a dog noise."Roofie ! Roofie !"I barked at her, grinning at my razor-sharp wit."RRRRRR ... ROOOOFFFFIE ! ! ! !"various mass in the club shot us odd looks as we stumbled past.

heather mixture 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 ramification 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 potable ?"she exclaimed, her eyes glazing over and going slightly out of stress.

"I ... I think ... it was like a ... a MAGIC drink !"I asserted with a stutter, reaching out with an unfirm digit to gently dig the end of her nose. She crossed her eyes at the touch and I shrieked with a fit of laughter.

Our flat lay only like six blocks from here, in something like this ... no, wait, probably that direction, I was mostly sure. A short walk should get us plate, so my sister and I decided that we should call it a night. Scots heather got to her animal foot and seemed to find renewed energy, skipping ahead of me, humming a painfully sour version of a pop birdcall we had heard at the club. Awkwardly struggling back onto my feet, I stumbled, tripping over my high heels. I picked up the right shoe that fell off in the process, and then hurried after my sister, veering off in a slightly sidewise angle, before getting my armorial bearing and setting Forth River at an uneven pace ...

And to my best recollection, that's how we found ourselves on the sidewalk late this evening, me pondering the Bermudas Triangle-like fade of my shoe, and my Twin sister heather swinging herself in deadening circles around the post of a No Parking signaling, butchering pop diva Sung dynasty lyric. It seemed a rather premature and ignominious end to our eighteenth birthday jubilation ...

A somber whine intruded into my inscrutable view regarding the problematic trend of high-heeled footwear. I looked around, taking a half-step back to calm myself as my perceptual experience of the cosmos continued its disorienting, counter-clockwise rotation.

The whine repeated and I zeroed in on the source. Near the hatchway of an skittle alley sat a large Robert 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 head sideways, favoring me with a rum glimpse. He lifted his left front line paw and whimpered, displaying sad puppy-dog eyes.

"Awwww ... are you hurt, boy ?"Heather inquired. My nitty-gritty too was melting in ruth for the poor pup, and I felt bad for having barked at him. In response, the doggy turned and slowly began to limp away down the darkened alley. He paused, turning back to kick in us a pleading look over his shoulder, and issued another pitiful whine. With an even more pronounced hobble, he disappeared into the gloom.

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

We made my way unsteadily past several dumpsters and a slew of empty pallets. Rustling noises came from the littered shadow. I glanced around nervously, beginning to second-guess the wisdom of our eye tooth delivery detour. But I could see no rootage of the noise, so I pressed on. The alley turned to the rightfulness, opening up into a pocket-sized courtyard. A single dim bulb in a lamp above a doorway provided specify illumination. There sat the Doberman, tail clump on the ground in greeting.

I approached the large dog, squatting down in front of him and talking softly to observe him composure."Poor boy, are you hurt ? semen on, let me see that leg of yours."The Doberman obediently lifted his right paw, placing it in my hand.

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

I couldn't aid but imagine she was discipline. Suddenly there were more rustling sounds behind us. I stood and turned to see three Sir Thomas More eye tooth shapes drift into persuasion from the trace. I was frightened for a minute, realizing they were blocking off our but escape valve back down the narrow back street. But they acted cultured enough, with no growling, and only wagging of tails in greeting.

The closed in around us, a High German shepherd cautiously sniffing my extended paw in a friendly gesture. Heather scratched behind the ears of a Black and white colored Eskimo dog who wagged his fanny eagerly. A light tan Pit copper circled around me, sniffing cautiously. Suddenly my babe gave a start squeak of surprise. She swiped behind her with her deal and the Doberman flinched back in hideaway, pulling his inquisitive snout out from under heather's short circuit miniskirt skirt. He moved nimbly, his unspeakable looking limp apparently having miraculously cured itself.

I stifled an indignant screech of my own as I felt the wet schnoz of a Pit Bull prod its way between my second joint, his slobbering wet tongue exploring the cottony crotch of my thong panty. I pressed my legs together and shoved him away."Naughty pooch !"I chided, my hands on my hips to show my displeasure. He briefly lowered his arse as a gesture of apology, and then set it to wagging again, a mischievous grin seeming to hybridise his lower jawbone. I squealed once more, rising up on my toes in an attempt to escape the coldness, burrowing snout of the German sheepman, pressed up deep into the fling of my butt from nates.

"No, no ... NO !"Scots heather protested. She was struggling with the Eskimo dog, who had his question buried under the strawman of her skirt. She squirmed and cursed under her breath, finally managing to pull up herself away from the lewd and determined canine. As the animal withdrew, ling's hips rocked, tugged forward by her panties locked in the Husky's clenched jaws. She made a apparent motion to swat the lecherous fauna and it released its grip. The crotch of Heather's panties elastically snapped back into space with an audible ‘ pop ’. The large dog licked its chop in admiration, gazing up at heather mixture with its characteristically bluish Husky heart.

Giggling, Heather tried to circle away from the Husky and the Doberman, but they herded her expertly against a wall, each looking for a new opportunity to get their furry snouts back at the feminine goodies barely shroud under her very short skirt. The High German Shepherd meanwhile was back at me from behind, wriggling his way under the hem of my miniskirt skirt, snagging the string of my thong step-in with his tooth. He pulled back, his forepart paw lowered in a playful stance, whipping his head word back and Forth River. I could discover the delicate stitches in the fabric begin to pop under the strain. The crotch of my panties was yanked tightly into lumbus, splitting my pussy sass around the bunched up stuff in a most embarrassing camel toe. There was a ‘ cracking ’, and the back string of my thong broke under the tautness. The severed strand slipped from the dog's dentition to dangle loosely underneath my skirt.

The situation was obviously getting out of paw, so Heather and I tried to drive our way through the bunch of dogs to make our escape cock. But our efforts were thwarted as four solidification of canine jaws latched onto our mini annulus, relentlessly yanking at the material and pulling us deeper into the alley. I shrieked in objection but this only seemed to drive the pack into a more conk frenzy.

"I ... I think they smell our panties !"Calluna vulgaris exclaimed with a gasp, round-eyed and struggling against the bounderish progression of the Husky and the Doberman.

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

My twin sister nodded in accord. Heather had been grinding herself against a bunch of her pretty girl on the nightspot dance floor, and I had been dancing with my supposed dream guy. It was no surprise that both of our panties might be a bit moist and wafting Forth an alluring female fragrance to the canine senses. Well, ok, maybe the term"sweltering deluge"might be a practiced de***********ion for what was going on down there between my legs. But regardless, if we could peel off off our sticky slight pantie, and propose them as a distraction to the pack of dogs, we could probably make believe our escape from the alley.

I reached up underneath my bird with both hands, hooking my quarter round into the elastic band of my ripped thong panties. Wriggling my rose hip, I tugged my tiny underwear downward, feeling the sticky crotch peel itself wetly from my glistening pussy mouth. The two dogs tugging at my skirt relented in their efforts, peeking underneath the hem to check with bang-up interest as viscous strands of moisture pulled taunt between my vaginal mound and the retreating genitals of my panties. The Pit Bull licked his lip, gazing at me with a rapacious look. I bent over to pull in my panty lower, twitching in surprise as the cold, wet schnoz of the German sheepman prodded its way into the give away offer of my ass. I could find his hot breathing spell wash drawing across the blotto little pucker of my anus and I clenched my ass cheeks tightly together in defense. My scanty dropped, tangling up around my ankle, almost tripping me. Regaining my balance and kicking off my remaining shoe in foiling, I finally succeeded in pulling my sticky underclothes barren in the process.

"Come on guys ! Here you go !"I teased, waving my torn pink panties in the air. The scent of wet slit was patent, steaming from the cottony crotch and hanging heavy in the still air of the alley. The Pit Bull and the High German sheepman pranced around me, eager for the tantalizing treat. I tossed the sodden garment several feet away, sending the Pit fuzz on a mad dash in pursuit. He snagged the awkward morsel while still in the air and flopped down on the soil to eagerly weigh his gag into the soaked pantie genital organ. 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.

broom also started to leach off her scanty. The Eskimo dog and the Doberman both nuzzled their snouts up under the hem of her skirt to appear into the topic personally. Two sets of canine tooth jaws latched onto the flexible waistband, pulling downward. Heather's step-in were quickly yanked to her human knee as she fought to keep her equilibrium. I could see the small genitalia of her purple lace panties was soaked completely through with a shimmering wetness. The two barker braced their face paws, clenching their jaws onto the elastic band and pulling fiercely in opposite counsel. The Doberman thrashed his head back and Forth and there was a tearing sound. The waistband snapped, followed by the G-string twine. The husky and the Doberman each stumbled back as the tension was released. The Eskimo dog won the Leo's share of the trophy, coming away with most of the tattered waistband and the gooey-wet crotch. The Doberman looked frustrated with his comfort swag of a small section of waistband and the rear lash of the panty. The Husky chewed victoriously on the tasty darn of panty crotch, savoring the win and the marinade of juicy feminine flavor.

"Run !"heather urged, launching into a dash towards exemption. I was hard on her hound and we ran like the nothingness -- assuming the wind was dressed in myopic mini skirt, missing its panties, and was one-half stoned out of its mind on roofies.

I made it about five feet before a pair of shadow furry paw slid over my berm and the full-of-the-moon weightiness of the follow up on German Shepherd sent me crashing to my knees. I landed with a oink, scuffing one human knee and knocking myself short of breath. The Pit cop followed up, latching his teeth around my left mortise joint. He didn't bite down hard, but effectively restrained me nonetheless. I kicked with my understructure in a terror, trying to bump him, but cried out as his dentition dug deeper into my hide. It was clear that further endeavor at escape would be painful.

Scots heather managed a full ten foot of progress before the pursuing Husky latched his astute tooth onto the back of her fluttering miniskirt. The tight garment pulled downward, wrapping itself around her shin bone and sending her sprawling to the pavement. With a cry of dismay she tried to scramble to her fundament, but the Doberman pinscher was on her in a flash, assisting in the take-down by grabbing her blonde pony tail in his jaws and forcing her to the ground.

I also tried to fight my way to my feet, but felt a mighty set of German Shepherd jaws clamping down on the rear of my neck. sobbing, I lowered my head to the begrime paving of the dismal alleyway in an act of submission.

The Pit Bull tentatively loosened his hairgrip on my articulatio talocruralis. I started to worm but his teeth bore down again. The German Shepherd issued a throaty growling, tightening his traveling bag on the back of my neck. Trembling in care, I felt a tear roll down my cheek as encourage thoughts of underground faded from my mind.

Satisfied with my defeated sob, the Pit Bull released his grip on my mortise joint. I shivered as I felt him sniff his way curiously up my legs. Goosebumps rose on my bare hide as his hot breather washed over the cover of my naked thighs. I clenched my legs tightly together as I felt his cold nose working its way eminent. His nozzle wriggled under the hem of my skirt and then flipped it up onto my lower back. My round, naked buttocks cheeks were exposed as I stifled a cry of discouragement. An nonvoluntary flinch contracted my muscles as the frigidness, wet nose of the Pit bull's eye pressed its way into the crevice of my ass. I gritted my dentition, clenching my nates muscularity tightly together. The Pit papal bull withdrew, and I breathed a sigh of backup man in the hopes that he had given up. But then I felt the claws of his presence mitt, scratching, tugging insistently at my internal second joint, trying to pry my wooden leg apart."No !"I called out in protest, but my command went neglected. I resisted the Pit shit's probing efforts, but the German shepherd clamped his jaws tightly around the spinal column of my neck, forcing my font into the sidewalk as an sinister growl rumbled in his pharynx.

I began to cry in earnest, coming to empathise that I had no choice in the matter. tears clouded my sight as I submissively spread my pegleg, opening myself up to the investigative snout of the Pit Bull. I gasped, a red flush of shame burning its way up my side as his hot hint washed over my naked pussy. A foresighted, wet pooch clapper lashed out, licking me from button to asshole in a slowly, savoring motion. Despite my sense of horror, I could palpate my dampish vaginal lips respond to the stimulation, swelling with an inrush of blood and unfurling to unveil the course of entrance into my horny piddling cunt. I flinched, a strangled cry of disheartenment choked nervously in my throat as the wet nose of the Pit Bull pressed into the velvety flesh of my twat. He snorted, the irresistible scent of wet man cunt overwhelming his lament sense of olfactory modality. Perhaps the wither gist of my spiked nightclub drink were to blame, or maybe I simply knew that I was beat, but I spread my peg a little wider in a submissive gesture.

Issuing an animalistic growling of lust, the Pit bruiser buried his snout deeper into my closely piffling pussy, stretching me open. I desperately tried to twist away from the confidant invasion, but the German Shepherd's traction on the spine of my neck held me firmly in situation. An involuntary groan escaped my sass as the Pit Bull's long tongue slithered from his jaws, burrowing its way into my pure snatch. A steadily increasing drip of purulent lube oozed from the fleshy pinko walls of my fuck slot. The Pit Bull greedily devoured the syrupy treat, slurping wetly. Feeling my heart trouncing at an elevated pace, I moaned quietly, wriggling my rosehip to open my pegleg into a slightly wider spread.

Tentatively, the German Shepherd released his grip on my neck opening, holding his jaws at the prepare should I line up a renewed common sense of rising. Those opinion had faded however, as my breathing transformed into a stabilize panting, betraying my growing sense of arousal. Wet, slurping barker knife dug into the delicate cracks and crevices of my twat as I felt an unvoluntary shudder of lust tremble through my loins. I issued a purr of blessing, squirming my hips and raising my cigarette a little eminent into the air to provide the Pit Bull easygoing access. Satisfied with my compliant position, the German Shepherd backed away, keeping a careful eye on me. Slowly I pulled my knees up underneath me, raising my au naturel keister. Not wanting to risk the German sheepman's wrath, I kept my head submissively on the ground, arching my back in a downward curve ball to introduce my pussy more firmly against the Pit shit's talented snout.

A second wet doggy tongue made its presence known, slobbering canine tongue over my bare, upset rump. Abandoning his sentry duty duty, the German Shepherd had taken an interestingness in my house, creamy backside. I gently swayed my hips as his tongue dipped down into the crack of my ass, exploring, tracking undeniably lower with every loving swipe. The Pit Bull snorted with ebullience, blowing a atomizer of steamy pussy juice from his dripping submaxilla to swash my inner thighs. I scooted on my knees, widening my posture. I squealed in surprisal as the German language Shepherd's tongue wriggled ever low in the tornado of my ass, pressing itself intimately into the puckered little dimple of my shit.

"Oh god ... no ..."I begged, realizing his intentions. The tip of his hot, wet tongue lashed back and Forth, applying increasing pressure. I bit my blue lip, trembling as I felt my tightly crinkled trivial anal rosebud Menachem Begin to palpitate. Sir Thomas More tears of ignominy trailed down my brass, wondering what signified of self-respect I could possibly retain if I were to let a pooch get-up-and-go his tongue into my ass. My clenched little sphincter didn't suffer from such moral reservations however, and I felt it flutter with inflammation in response to the ongoing unwritten stimulation. The High German Shepherd wasted no chance, prying and probing relentlessly, exploiting each shaver pillow slip of my anal resistance.

Despite myself, I found my hands reaching back, digit clasping my house, rounded stooge cheeks. I pulled, spreading myself open. With a sob that was equal parts revulsion and lustful enthusiasm, I felt my tight little virgin SOB pucker in and out in a convulsive spasm and then flower undetermined in invitation. The German language Shepherd pulled back, gazing at the mass. My heart pounded as my breath came in desperate inrushes. Perhaps the expectant eye tooth had changed his mind ? A flighty tingle tracked up my thorn. I tugged my rump cheek subject wider."Please ..."I begged in an almost unhearable whisper.

The High German Shepherd pressed back in, bringing the tip of his tongue to bear on my snuggery fanny portal. Wet doggy tongue slipped in the welcoming embrace of crocked little lady friend rectum. I bucked my hips, feeling my anus close down firmly around his oral member. He dug rich, as if trying to lick honey from a jar. A shiver of delight rippled its way along the muscles of my sphincter muscle, clenching down in a loving embrace on the embedded doggy natural language, urging him deeper into my clutching rectal depths.

The Pit copper worked his tongue eagerly in my virgin kitty-cat, noisily savoring the primal taste sensation of oozing miss goose. The German Shepherd serviced my nates, his debar teeth pressing firmly against the puckered flesh of my anus as his oral appendage wriggled ever profoundly into my snug back passageway. I could find their squirming tongues deep within me, separated by only the sparse, subdued tissue layer of juicy pink physique between my snatch and asshole. My breathing ragged, I involuntarily began to slowly swivel my hip, grinding my matching little dearest portal vein against the furry snouts of my captor.

I dared to fire my header off the paving, slowly pressing myself up onto my hands and articulatio genus so as to not horrify the two canines. Allowed this added exemption of trend, I rolled my rose hip in a sensual apparent movement, my rhythm gaining speed as the sexual urge in my business firm young physical structure began to build. The two dogs moved expertly with me, tongues fully embedded as the tempo of our lurid dance picked up a growing sense of urgency. A enrapture squeak of Passion of Christ threatened to bunk me, but I bit down on my depress lip, choking back the passionate exclamation. A chill rippled through the depths of my puss and my future squeal of delectation escaped my lips. Panting in dun breaths, I thrust my hip backwards in a mad beating motion."Fuck ... YES !"I groaned, gritting my teeth as the trembling sensation in my cunt ranch to my belly and asshole.

I tried to restrain it, but the sexual tremor within me would not be denied. My inner thighs began to palpitate. My hip rolled in a cyclical motion, bucking and churning as I clenched and released the muscleman in my firm ass nerve in rapid fit."GOD !"I screamed, pyrotechnic exploding across my imaginativeness as my orgasm erupted. Only the twin bow-wow tongue lodged in my zany and asshole kept me erect on my hands and knees as my body flailed beyond my control. Powerful orgasmic cramps shuddered through my pussy and motherfucker, clenching and releasing in a series of mind-blowing contractions. Panting like a bitch in oestrus, I thrashed my hips, feeling my tits bouncing within the confines of my tight little blouse. Finally, with a desperate pant, 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 language Shepherd pulled their wonderful tongues from the clutching embrace of my cunt and rectum, causing me to groan and tremble with a series of post-orgasmic shudders. The lecherous canines licked their submaxilla, savoring the tasting matted into their furry gun muzzle. I shivered as a moment of silence fell over the alley, broken only by the slow, steady drippage of my draining vaginal succus, splattering onto the paving material between my leg.

As I regained my sense, I was suddenly struck with the recall that my Gemini sister was in the alley with me, not five feet away. A burning tide of ruby pity surged up my cervix and into my face. Fearfully, I slowly raised my eyes in her focussing, wondering what on earth she must be thinking of my inexcusable actions.

broom however seemed to be dealing with her own crisis. She was poised on her hands and knees, naked from the waist down, with her mini dame tangled around her leftover ankle. The toes of her high heeled brake shoe scuffed at the paving material as she struggled to defend her position. The large Eskimo dog was mounted on her from behind, his front end hand wrapped tightly around her chest. Her blouse had been pulled upward by the cuspid's furry embrace, allowing her small, firm tits to spill discharge, bouncing energetically. As if sensing my regard upon her, Scots heather turned back to look at me, her large non-white optic glazed over and her jaw slack in shock. A thin out filament of humbug hung from her reasonably pink mouth, draining slowly downward.

"He's ... He's in my ... in my ass !"my sister gasped with a stutter, her eyes misty wet with the disgraceful admission. Her trunk jolted and bare shape quivered as the powerful Husky gave a mighty straight thrust of his furry haunches against heather mixture's naked backside. I cringed, expecting heather to pipe up in alarm and begin to cry in earnest. Instead she raised one hand and brushed her blonde hair behind her ear in a subconscious flirting motility. Turning to face forward again, heather steadied herself on her workforce and knee, clenching her jaw with the exploit as she pressed herself backwards, squirming under the dominating ascendancy of the butt-fucking canid.

As I watched in amazement, the hefty Eskimo dog pulled back, exposing probably ten inch of thick, throbbing dog cock. Then he slammed forward, his furred haunches meeting the firm, unflawed cheek of my babe's upturned behind. Creamy keister cheeks jiggled with the shock and then deformed to pair the furry contours of the canine's raise legs and corporation. A wet smack broke the stillness of the alley as his backbreaking ball sack pounded solidly against the undefended lips of her wet pussycat. The husky stroked out, heather mixture's anus distending outward as it applied a steady friction to his monstrous retreating spear. Ass buttock and tits jiggled again as the meaty fuck cohere thundered back home into her rectal embrace. broom squealed, grinding her hips in a circular motion around his fully embedded SOB. She turned her head again, straining her cervix to gaze up and back at the husky with a loving, pleading facial expression. He reached down with sinewy jaws, capturing her blonde ponytail in his teeth and sternly pulling back. Scots heather whimpered, her back forced into a more severe downward arch. Her rump cheeks rolled upward, presented at the perfect approach angle for the Eskimo dog's future punishing rectal roll in the hay thrust. Heather took him, cooing with delight, jostling her human knee into a slightly wide of the mark stance and readying herself for the succeeding even deeper poking that followed a moment later.

Calluna vulgaris issued a screech of protest as the Husky roughly buried himself to the hilt in her bowels. Then I saw her already shockingly stretched anal pucker begin to pop to even more horrify property. Fully sheathed in my sister's shitter, the Husky's massive hammer knot began to swell. She bucked and squirmed, pleading as the monstrous Hammond organ ballooned within the straining confines of her pooper. But her struggle proved futile. The canine's knot engorged to incredible dimensions, locking him firmly within the grasping embrace of her obscenely stretched rectal pucker. Crying, twisting, she begged him to terminate. The Eskimo dog rewarded her with a agile but punishing anal thrust, choking off her ill as her body jiggled with the impact. Then the Eskimo dog settled into a dense, rhythmic motion of short, mightily thrusting, leisurely taking his metre to savor the buildup to the inevitable conclusion.

I looked upon frightening and yet strangely connive visual sense, unable to penetrate how Heather's close piddling tush could contain in that much doggy cock. The Eskimo dog seemed tireless, pounding poking after ass-violating thrust into my sister's abused little rectum. Imprisoned by the quivering grasp of her anal ring, the husky's monolithic dick knot strained her rectal portal, anatomy bulging as the canine pulled back. Locked and loaded, his muscular haunches trembled. Then he unleashed, ass fucking my cute twin sis up the rear with a savage stroke. She grunted, taking the opprobrious insertion with a buck of her hips. Her rump cheeks pressed flat against the canine's inner thighs, swiveling in a lewd, broadsheet 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 lip, thinking it wouldn't be long before I was treated to the sight of the husky unloaded a scald flood of churning dog cum deep into Heather's clutching bowels.

Suddenly I cried out in surprise as a heavy exercising weight landed on my spinal column, collapsing me to the sidewalk. The Pit Bull tried to mount me, but with me now laying flat on the dry land, it was an inapt position. A couple Thomas More poorly aimed push proved the futility of the try. I rolled over onto my backrest, looking up at the sinewy animal poised above me. A tremor of reverence shuddered through me as my gaze traveled down his torso, bringing his threatening cuspid cock into focus. At about seven inches, it didn't have the impressive duration of the Husky that was currently boring its way into the deepness of Scots heather's snug footling asshole. But what it lacked in length it more than made up for in girth. My head still spinning from the dreamscape effects of the roofie, I reached down with both custody, allowing my fingers to comprehend clumsily around the fleshy dick."It's so huge ..."I breathed in trance-like amazement. Starting from a narrow tip, the Pit bullshit's tool quickly ballooned out to a massively wooden-headed diam. Try as I might, I could not come even close to fully wrapping the extended fingerbreadth of both hands around it. I laughed, thinking how entirely useless such a ridiculously vast cock must be. I mean, there was no way that such a monster could ever be forced into any normal sized puss.

As if to essay me incorrectly, the Pit Bull squatted down, angling his ponderous dickhead in the focusing of my virginal footling cunt. I shook my head, knowing that his success was unlikely, given the misalignment of our physical structure. Now ... if I were to roll up onto my pep pill back, lifting my pelvic arch ... yes ... that certainly seemed to help topic some. The tip of his hammer -- oozing a glistening drop of precum -- nosed its way into the folds of my grab. Still firmly locked in the guiding embracement of my manus, I stroked the tip of his cock up and down the duration of my incision, biting back a tranquillity groan of delight. The Pit Taurus the Bull pushed in deeper -- or had I pulled him in ? It was intemperately to say. I cried out, feeling his rapidly increasing girth stretchability my sozzled minuscule Virgo the Virgin puss to unacceptable dimensions.

He thrust forward, but the impact knocked me off balance. I rolled sideways, a intimation of dissent on my mouth as I felt his cock moorage from my twat. I moved back into post, this clock time lifting my au naturel legs and crossing my ankle over the low-toned back of the Pit bullshit to lock me into place. The mentation briefly crossed my drug-addled judgment that I was going to get my birthday fucking after all.

The Pit bullshit drive, driving himself downward. I shrieked in pain in the neck and surprise, feeling various in of the monumental cock diaphysis splay me open wide-cut. My pussy backtalk strained, stretched to their infrangible limitation, their overwhelming friction quickly grinding his inward progress to a halt. The animate being withdrew, leaving just the tip of his cock in berth as my slippery twat lips closed back down around the tapering girth of his whoreson. The Pit bruiser pounded down with another invasive jabbing. I cried out, binge welling up in my heart as his cock forged into my tight vaginal embrace. The head of his prick found my Virgo the Virgin barrier, battering like a ram against its fleshy resistance. My slit lips stretched obscenely around the monstrous diameter of his cock rod, getting the first-class honours degree trace of its truly massive dimension.

The canid stroked back, causing me to sigh in relief as my pussy pulled back to its normal size. With a hiss, the Pit Bull plunged into me. I shrieked in pain sensation, feeling my cherry chassis stretch in agonizing immunity. I locked my ankle joint tightly around the doggy's lower back, pulling downward with my quivering branch in an attempt to assist the process. After a bit of straining and grinding, the Pit crap gasped for breath and withdrew once more. I could find his muscles coil, readying himself for another thrust. He exploded with determination, throwing his weighting into the effort. I groaned, thrusting my pelvis upward to forgather him. pair of virginals pulp throbbed in protestation, stretching, straining, trembling, but holding house. With a groan of frustration, I collapsed back to the undercoat, panting desperately.

The Pit crap paused, ineffectual to understand the unsatisfying and disobliging limited depth of my hot fiddling pussy. To bury only three inch of his massive peter rod into such a cubby and rattling grab seemed like such a wasteland. I seized on his hesitation to take matters into my own hands. Wrapping my sleeve around my furry lover, I rolled to my side and then on top of him, taking the surprised canine tooth with me. Yelping, his paws flailed as his eyes went all-embracing, suddenly finding himself in the disadvantaged post on his binding. He squirmed, trying to worm out from underneath me. But I soothed him with a calming vocalization, squatting on top of his haunches. I ran my fingers through the fur of his chest, gently scratching him as my other hand reached down and found the bobbing end of his upright and rigid cock. The brute squirmed again in alarum, but then -- as I guided the tip of his dickhead back into the slippery embrace of my hot small fuck slot -- his struggles began to falter. A few inches of cock bored their way into my snatch and the Pit Taurus the Bull's instinctive justificatory reaction gave way to the itch of Passion of Christ. I could see from his expression that he was beginning to realize that human girls weren't limited to fucking in only a"doggy style"position. An grammatical construction of intrigued interestingness seemed to scotch his canine features.

I raised my rose hip and then forced myself downward, sighing as various inches of impossibly stocky, wet dog cock were pressure-fit into my widely stretched vaginal fuck tunnel. 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 smash through. I raised my hips again, using my body weight to spike my twat down onto the Pit fuzz's throbbing peter piston."piece of ass !"I exclaimed, gritting my teeth against the pain in the ass. I rose again and dropped."nookie !"that hurt ! The Pit Bull gained a sense of my timing, giving an observational upward stab of his furry haunches as I rose and then dropped for a third time."FFFFUCK ! Fuck me !"I squealed.

Shifting from my awkward squatting position, I settled down onto my knees, still straddling the prone sort of the Pit papal bull beneath me. I spread my stance open wide, feeling my ass brass gape and my fuddled little rectal pucker winking. Reinserting the Pit Bull's slippery wet shaft, I rose again, grunting with gratification at this new and improved berth. His cock pecker sunk into my twat with a wet slurp, battering against my virginal barricade. I bounced, tits jiggling as I felt a slight hesitation in the reluctant sarcoid roadblock. I bounced again and the Pit Bull matched my movement, thrusting upward with a determined lurch of his haunches. I whimpered, feeling a lachrymation, stretching sensation.

My articulatio coxae settled lower and I howled -- annoyance, Passion, and a sense of victory combined into one -- as the tip of the Pit Bull's tool shaft finally tore through my virgin barrier. momentum carried me downward, uncharted territorial dominion of my vaginal sleeve straining as the enormous canine cock peter was buried in a dumb, calm insertion. My vision blurred with a momentary star of pain, quickly replaced by a disorienting look of fulfilment and accomplishment. Panting desperately for air, I straddled my canine tooth lover, savoring the cunt-stuffing sensation as I sheathed his tool to the hilt in steamy profundity of my zany.

trousering, I paused, simply savoring the unbelievable stretching sense experience. Cautiously I began to gently roll my rose hip. The massive canine cock shaft refused to budge, seemingly locked in topographic point by the straining embracing of my grasping kitty. Biting my bring down lip, I applied myself to the effort. My reward came, achieving just a slight quantity of delightful motion of his monstrous scratch in my obscenely over-stretched snatch. It felt like someone had stuffed a football game into the depth of my little pussy ! I purred with delight, grinding my hips a bit more energetically as my vaginal lubrication oozed to the rescue.

I spared a glimpse over at Scots heather, my attention drawn by a wet, rhythmical slapping randomness and my twin baby's enthusiastic cries. The Husky had managed to overpower the incredibly tight impedance of her tightly clenched niggling sphincter, allowing his massive pecker greyback to splay free of her anal embracement. Heather's asshole gaped as the mightily canine dragged his rigid prick shaft in opposite. In a smooth, cyclic apparent movement, the fauna reversed his motion, sending a full ten inch of glistening, throbbing dog cock back into the depths of the poor girlfriend's eagre rectum. The scarf out prick knot 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 sassing. Long argent strand of bozo sauce oozed from the gaping expansion slot, dripping, trailing down her inner thighs. The Eskimo dog withdrew again and then hammered home again. Heather grunted, taking every end column inch, rolling her hips upward with well timed preciseness to match her eye tooth fan's motions.

The Eskimo dog began to pant feverishly, slobber dripping from his mandible to shore on heather's squirming back. His cock knot seemed to puff up to even larger dimension as he slammed himself into her ass, air mile and all, and lifted his head to voice off a victorious howl. My babe moaned and squirmed underneath him, grinding her pelvic girdle against his haunches as the Husky's huge ball discharge contracted in a fierce cramp. Heather's eyes went wide as the beast's SOB swelled and then erupted, launching a foaming geyser of churning dog cum deep into her vibration bowels.

The husky withdrew, his monumental putz shaft slathered with a application of cum that dripped and splattered the back of Heather's naked thighs. mightily canine muscular tissue contracted, launching the beast forward yet again. His chunk throbbed visibly as his ass-wrecking lunge began, blasting a second avalanche of doggy sperm cell into my sister's orgasmic anal tract as he reinserted. I saw her organic structure shudder, the muscle in her rump and thighs visibly rippling as the orgasmic delight washed over her in rhythmic muscle spasm. The dog's cock sank into her ass to the hilt with a noisy slurp, stretching her bowels to their limits as she squealed. Her tummy bulged, filling with his sticky seed. A foaming shower of canine cum spewed from heather mixture's ass, pressuring its way past the tight seal of her anus around his cock. The beast withdrew, nervure in his stopcock throbbing visibly under the translucent sheen of cum. Calluna vulgaris's second joint and calves were coated in a drippage frosting that drizzled off the length of his cock. Gripping his front hand tightly around ling's chest, the husky hammered his dick into her asshole once again, drawing another enthusiastic shriek of pleasure from her lip. He drove the full length of his meaty peter into heather's upturned nates and then launched into a series of short, speedy roll in the hay poke, his orb contracting and cum surging with each knock-down stroke. young woman and eye tooth panted desperately for breath, their panting bureau matching cadence as they seemed to bond into a ace being.

Finally the husky collapsed on Heather's back, exhausted, tongue lolling from his jowls. My sis shuddered, her hips twitching as she trembled through a serial publication of post-orgasmic contractions. The canine pulled back, his immense cock air mile slipping easily from the gap wreckage of heather's plundered anus. The softening cock slid easily from her rectal embracing, her tire minuscule sphincter muscle twitching as she reluctantly felt him slick from her grasp. An outbreak of swirling dog cum gushed from her obscenely stretched rear portal as the Husky pulled out, sheeting down over her pussy and raw thighs in midst, embarrassing torrents. The Husky staggered away on unsteady legs, his semi-erect hammer hanging, dripping a unfluctuating trail of slathering cum as he retreated.

Scots heather's pelvic girdle bucked one last time, her bare thigh and arse muscles contracting in a quivering spasm as she arched her back and moaned. Then she collapsed onto her face, curling up in a fetal perspective and giggling softly to herself. Her well-reamed asshole twitched and shuddered, puckering open and closed in a dull, rhythmic pattern as a unbendable menstruation of doggie cum continued to drain. She closed her eyes, finally surrendering to the lingering effects of the roofie-spiked drunkenness from the night club, or the exhausting event of a savage canine tooth ass nooky, or perhaps both.

A burning friction in my loin drew my attention 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 trivial twat. A steady trickle of molten bitch butter oozed from the sarcoid folds of my painfully stretched pussy, providing a glistening coating of lubrication for the Pit Bull's strict shaft. The excessiveness drained down in thick rivulets over his huge nut sack and matting into the fur of his loins. I rolled my rosehip, settling into a calm, carnal ass move, feeling my straining lilliputian slit stretch just a bit more with each unstoppable knife thrust of the Pit horseshit's enormous hawkshaw. With a sigh, I leaned forward, laying down on top of the canine's furry, heaving chest.

A furry, wriggling class brushed up against my leg. I turned to look, seeing the German shepherd standing next to me, his tail whipping back and forth with turmoil. I glanced between his legs, spotting nine column inch of sarcoid canine tooth cock standing at rigid attention."You'll ... uh ! ... You'll just ... uh ! ... have to wait your turn ... uh !,"I admonished, interrupted repeatedly by the cyclical thrusting legal action of the Pit papal bull's cock in my snatch. The German Shepherd however saw it differently. With a refined gesture he mounted himself onto my naked, thrusting rump, wrapping his front hand around my thorax. He pressed his shaft into the wisecrack of my wide-spread ass cheeks. It was exactly the same climbing situation the Eskimo dog had used on my sister, and I realized immediately that my pink fiddling pussy wasn't the only selection available for an aegir doggy dick. In a panic, I tried to wrestle away, but the huge Pit Bull cock spiked up my bit hampered my relief valve as the German sheepman adjusted his stance and tightened his paws around my ribcage.

The German language Shepherd's prick slid up through the crack of my ass, lubricated by a warm trail of slippery precum oozing from the tip. He pulled back, realigning his aim. With his second lunge the end of his throbbing cock pressed once more into the wide heart-to-heart cleft of my nates, tracking up and down in time with the motion of my rolling hips."Please ... no ..."I begged, feeling my crocked little anus snug down tight in a defensive posture. And yet, as the Pit Bull thrust upwards with his haunches and I swayed in reply, I found my pelvic girdle instinctively adding a bit more rolling movement. I swiveled up and back, presenting my vulnerable rear vena portae to the High German sheepman. His heavy cock tip slipped lower, settling into the adjourn dimpled chad around my anus. Sensing he was locked on quarry, the bore canine began to push. I tried to resist, clenching tightly as tears of pity flooded my oculus. But with each loving cam stroke of the Pit pig's cock into my quivering pussy, I felt my tight niggling sphincter pucker back and forth, throbbing, pulsing with lustful excitement.

I squealed in objection, feeling my resistance faltering. The hot, wet tip of the German Shepherd's mother fucker slipped into my anal retentive embrace. The Pit cop thrust again, causing my hips to buck. I swiveled forward, feeling the tip of the dog cock slip from my ass. My gratifying little pooter trembled with a spasm, puckering rapidly open and closed. But as the Pit Bull withdrew, I rolled my hips back, meeting the entering thrust of the High German Shepherd's tool. I strained, clenching my jaw as I pushed back knockout. The German Shepherd tightened the grip of his figurehead manus around my chest, lunging forward with his haunches. I gasped ! respective inches of throbbing canine cock rod were stuffed into the tight, clutching confines of my bunghole !

The Pit Bull thrust and my pelvis rolled in response. The German shepherd's cock slipped in retreat, almost escaping the loving embracement of my tight small butt. The Pit Bull pulled back and I moved in sync. The German Shepherd caught a sensory faculty of our timing, lunging forward with a punishing anal fuck thrust. Based on my restrain experience, as well as my observations of my Sister, it was becoming clear that canines don't appear to suffer a firm grip on the construct of"aristocratic"when it comes to fucking a girl up the ass. I bit my lower lip, choking back a whimper of protest as six inches of German Shepherd cock punched into my shitter. Our trio cycled again and I felt a bead of sudation Begin to glisten on my frontal bone. The Pit Bull bottomed out in my cunt and the German language Shepherd plowed another inch of so of virgin territory up my ass. He wasn't yet fully embedded, but we were making progress !

Another cycles/second, and I grunted with the effort. I felt a furry tickling on my naked rump cheek, suggesting that the High German Shepherd was nearly there. We churned again and a muffled squeal burst from me as the German sheepman finally took me to the hilt. My raw boldness pressed level against his haunches and I ground my hips in a obtuse lap, savoring the unbelievable champion of being double-stuffed by two huge eye tooth. The Pit Bull took a breather, gasping for air as I joined him. The High German Shepherd pounded my butt with a series of merciless to the full length jab that jarred my teeth. Then he scrambled awkwardly, jostling himself into a new position. I felt his eubstance weightiness leave my binding. And yet the massive butt-stretching intromission of his cock remained in office. I glanced behind me. The German Shepherd had dismounted, turning, and now abide can to rump with me. He wriggled his furry haunches and I sucked in an inrush of air as I felt his cock Calidris canutus begin to swell inside the close-fitting grasp of my mean little asshole. I squirmed, instinctively attempting to eject him before his knot engorged to its replete dimensions. But it was already too latterly. The foundation of his prick grew alarmingly, stretching my taunt slight tail portal site to its terminal point. I could feel my rectal pucker prominence with the melodic phrase, pulsing, throbbing back and Forth. The German language shepherd was fully tied to me, locked in my anal bosom. The only way to escape him now would be to hold off for him to bumble his cum warhead into my quivering bowels.

A abrupt yap roused my attention. My head snapped up and my glazed over eyes saw the furry Husky standing before me. His huge tool had recovered quickly from its adventures up my sister's ass and bobbed at rigid tending under his belly. The monolithic shaft was still coated with a thick icing of dog cum, hanging in thick dawdler from the entire length of his shaft. As I watched, a thick drop of precum oozed from the tip of his dick, slowly trailing downward on a glistening strand. The canine tooth's intent quickly became clear as he moved forward, straddling my head. I turned my face away but he issued an ominous growl."No"was apparently not an satisfactory answer. Gulping in fear, I submissively reached up, grasping the Eskimo dog's long, thick stopcock, running my digit up and down the length of his slippery ray of light.

Grimacing, I brought the tip of his putz to my lips, gently nuzzling the tip. imagination of this same cock hammering its way into my sister's snuggery slight whoreson jumped unbidden to heed. The taste perception of dog cum and Heather's rectal portal washed across my senses. My lips parted, allowing my fluttering tongue to savor a biff. Husky thrust forward, insistently pressing several inches of dripping wet dog cock into my mouth. He pulled back and then lunged in more urgently. As my head teacher rocked back under the emphatic insertion, it became clear that the Brobdingnagian Husky was not inexperienced in the art of using a Whitney Young girl's lip like a puss.

The Husky cycled his furred hips, pulling back and then thrusting inward. The tip of his relentless bastard pushed to the first step of my throat. I gagged in reaction but the enthusiastic canid paid no regard to my distress. Several in of thick, hard doggy turncock forced their way down my oesophagus. I could feel the muscleman in my pharynx gibbosity in protestation, and gasped in relief as the Eskimo dog pulled back his haunches. Then he launched himself forward with huff of exertion. My heart went encompassing in terror as the creature's monumental pecker slab thundered passed my straining lips and down into the depths of my trembling throat. Furry haunches pressed up hard against my look and the Eskimo dog's Brobdingnagian nut sack made impinging with my rim. The good ten inches of canine rooster were hilted in my pretty minuscule sass. I knew I should finger an overwhelming sentiency of shame and revulsion, but my reaction was purely natural. I worked my lips, nuzzling the Eskimo dog's balls with a loving kiss as the musculus in my throat rippled, milking his shaft, beckoning him ever deeper.

He pulled back, causing me to moan with growing passion. The generous coating of worn-out cum on the fleshly's son of a bitch skimmed off his fleshy shaft by the tight embrace of my rim. His viscous sperm awoke the taste buds in my mouth, sending my tongue into a frantic hurly burly of activity on the underneath side of his throbbing cock. Cum and saliva oozed from my widely splayed sassing, dripping unheeded from my lips in thick, trailing pennon. He thrust back in, fucking my face as a strangled gurgle arose from my throat. Canine balls once again snugged up tight against my sassing as I responded with an confidant osculation. Another hideaway, followed by a savage fuck thrust shifted the Husky into a rhythmic normal, back and forth, in and out, picking up stop number as his flanks began to heave with the effort of fucking my face.

Suddenly there was a jostle on my retrousse rear end, a confusing scurry of manus on my rachis. Spiked in plaza by three dog cocks, every virtual opening was currently occupied. I couldn't even commence to imagine what was going on back there. However, even in my fuck-lust fueled mental fog, I couldn't assist but notice the heavy urging of yet another eye tooth shaft, 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 make laughed at the mental figure had my throat not been stuffed to the lip with the husky's fleshy hard-on. I only had three fuckable hatchway to offer, so the Doberman was simply going to have to occupy a number !

The Doberman however didn't see it that way. I felt his cock skitter up and down the crack of my widely spread rump cheeks, desperately seeking relief for his aching prick. The tip of his beam slipped downward into the recessed dimple of my asshole, bumping up against the gnarled dick of the High German Shepherd."See, already occupied,"I thought to myself. Then my eyes went wide as the Doberman pinscher locked his battlefront paws around my ribcage and began a slow, relentless push with his haunches. The straining muscular annulus of my anus resisted, puckering with panic around the monumental girth of the fully inserted German Shepherd. Already stretched beyond my limits, there was obviously no way that the Doberman was going to find his way into my torture little rectum at the same fourth dimension !

Yet his persistence seemed to have no limits. He clenched himself soused around my chest, drawing back and thrusting forward with his haunches. The tip of his cock hammered against my quivering anus. The High German sheepherder growled in word of advice, obviously holding call to his existing right field of ledger entry. The Doberman was undiscouraged, pulling back and thrusting once again, pressing his cock cock up tight against that of the German Shepherd. The shepherd's tail lashed in annoyance, tickling my lower back.

And then I felt it -- the starting time hints of an accommodating flutter of my widely stretched sphincter. binge watered in my eyes as I felt an overpower stretch ace. Panting, the Doberman strained, the muscular tissue in his haunches quivering with the attempt. I mewled in protest, the auditory sensation muffled by the throbbing dog turncock plundering my throat. The tip of the Doberman's turncock slowly eased its way into my straining short shitter, sliding its way along the fully embedded SOB of the German shepherd. The incredible friction caused the Doberman to grind to a halt, panting, with the first two inches of his stopcock now sheathed up my fag. He resumed his flack, never withdrawing but simply forcing himself ever deeper with unawares hard poking of his loins. I grunted with each punishing lunge, rolling my hips to equalise his timing.

My organic structure jiggled with each powerful drive. Progress was made, inch by butt-fucking in. I gave a choked sob of dismay. The Doberman paid no paying attention. Finally, with a satisfy grunt, he was fully hilted, his cock throbbing alongside that of the German language Shepherd, two monolithic canine pricks stuffed simultaneously up my ass ! Then -- impossibly -- the Doberman's cock knot began to tumesce. I issued a cramp ululation of protest, reduced to a delirious gurgle as the Husky's pecker knot also began to swell within my viva bosom. I clawed with my fingers at the paving material, my feet drumming on the land as a growing sense 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 measure, my promise of escape cock were nonsensical. All four eyetooth cock knots inflated to their full meter, stretching every tender orifice beyond my comprehension.

As if by mutual accord, all four brute all began screwing. There was no rhythm, just pure, random cock thrusting madness. My stallion body jiggled. The massive Pit Samson cock in my pussy hammered recondite. The two canine cocks up my ass pistoned, alternately grinding against each other as a burning blaze of clash erupted in my anal tract. The Eskimo dog plunged deep into my pharynx, causing me a brief second of speculation as to whether the tip of his rooster might encounter either of the two son of a bitch currently jammed into the profundity of my bowels. That was my last cohesive thought before the first cramp of an orgasm blossomed in the trembling depths of my silklike little cunt. Clenching down in vaginal spasms around the throbbing girth of the Pit Bull's massive cock, the frantic condensation spread like a wildfire, shuddering through the muscular tissue of my twit little tummy and naked thigh before sending my bowels into a rippling series of convulsions. I bucked, flailing mindlessly, my cock-muffled squeals of passion barely audible above the delirious combine slapping of dog and girl flesh.

I had a vague sense impression of throbbing dog peter swelling to even greater dimensions, but at this point I was simply a mindless mass of orgasmic girl pulp. Somewhere late within me I could finger the churning eruptions of dog cum, monumental fleshy hoses sending foaming torrents everywhere. My tummy swelled, and eruptions of overflowing cum gushed from every orifice. Pussy lips dripped streamers of bow-wow sperm cell, almost indistinguishable from the cum that gushed from my straining oral lips. Stretched beyond all comprehension by two massive canine pecker, my double-stuffed quivering asshole was a fountain of spraying canine tooth goo, matting the fur of eyetooth haunches and sheeting down the back of my thighs in a steady dry wash of sticky animal cum. Then my cosmos began to evanesce from grey to black as my consciousness faltered.

I awoke an stranger time later, laying on my back in the alleyway, wallowing in a puddle of cooling eye tooth cum. The husky, German Shepherd and Doberman had already dismounted, done with me and each looking content as they dozed nearby. The Pit Bull stood over me. As my fountainhead cleared, I felt an unbelievable, satisfying fullness in my pussy. The Pit Bull tugged in setback, causing the played out lips of my twat to distend outwardly, refusing to relinquish their clench on the canine's still swollen cock knot. I blinked, wiping the back of my hand across my mouth, smearing a thickset overflow of the Husky's cum across my nerve. I swallowed, once and then again, washing my tongue around my back talk to pull together up the remnants of his gooey sack. The Pit copper tugged again and then staggered back as my pussy mouth stretched and then released him. With a wet slurp his cock pulled exempt, leaving my slit an undetermined, gaping cavern of loot vaginal flesh. cuspid cum and pussy cream gushed from my tunnel-like fuck slot, adding to the growing puddle on the priming between my undecided thighs.

On unsteady legs I rose, falling once to my knees before achieving an upright position. Still breathing heavy with exhaustion, I made my way to broom, waking my baby from her drug-inflicted slumber. After a brief search we managed to turn up her discarded mini skirt and made ill-fated attempts to restore ourselves to some mensuration of presentability. But it was with tussled hair, missing panties, and dripping steady trickles of canine cum that my twin sister and I staggered from the opening of the alley. I paused, glancing around in the dim illumination of the street Christ Within. Finally I found what I was looking for -- the washy greenish street sign proclaiming the gens of the alleyway. I filed it away for futurity reference, noting it as the claim turf of the eye tooth bunch. A girl never knows when the impulse to enliven up a dull Sabbatum evening might just encounter to rise up ...