Jessica 's View Of the Kidnapping

Supper began normally.

I had laid the tabular array after I had finished my prep, placing out knife, forks, spoons and table lustrelessness. Misty called everyone to the board. Tonight we were having my favorite, Sloppy Joes. I poured a spyglass of cider for Jan, and Milk for myself and Misty and sat waiting. Jan wheeled herself up to her position at the head of the rectangular table, while Misty sat opposite me.

I was never sealed of Misty, She is always perfect ! Even when doing something depraved, she 's serene and beautiful, her perfect tegument sprinkled with young freckle. Her hair is the gloss of shiny new pig, and it cascades down to the base of her spine. Her middle are the colour of a spring meadow : lush and super C with tiny scrap of gold. Her look displays repose, with congenital beauty only someone who has done it all can ooze. Her soundbox is taunt and her legs seem to get just under her branch - a lean, clean loving political machine. I 'm so beaming she loves me.

Jan is beautiful in a different way entirely. Her dingy hair is cut almost boyishly short, but the first matter you notice are her huge center. They are the colour of the sky, and just as lambent. Her jaw excrescence determinedly forward, and her neck is not feminine, and neither are her munition and berm. She sits very lazily in an athletic wheelchair almost slouching, but it 's a ruse. Her nous is like a razor, and her upper physical structure is unattackable than most men 's. All of this is neatly packaged in one paraplegic who has no ego pity and runs her animation and ours with ego trust and is the most sort out person I know. She has ( giggle ) no problems dispensing that discipline, sometimes with her hand, boat paddle, whip or mouth. Jan is not your modal girl in a steering wheel chair, and quiet honestly once you get over the fact she 's disabled, you forget she 's even electric chair edge. I 'm so glad she loves me, too.

Halfway through the meal, Jan began explaining her plan for us. At first it seemed phantasmagorical, and I did n't really understand, but Misty began to contend, `` You 're joking, right ? '' she asked.

I tried to placate everybody, `` I think, if you think we should, then I 'll do it, '' I answered, not exactly sure what I was agreeing to, while looking directly at first Jan, then Misty. I love them both equally and without any reservation.

Misty looked across at me scornfully, and up the mesa at Jan. `` I think that you are both fricken looney. Anyway, Jess always agrees with everything you say. What if we get caught ? How can we explain stealing a dog ? Do you for one minute believe that the cops will believe whatever bullshit explanation you try and give them, Jan ? We will all go to jail ! '' she almost yelled.

Jan brooked no gainsaying, and her retort was harsh. `` You will do as you are told ! Do not take on that tone with me ! Do you realise, girl ? ``

I 'd never seen Misty not defer to Jan, and this sentence was no exception. She canted her head to one side and hoarsely whispered as if spitting blood, `` Yes Mistress. However, my dissent stands. ``

I looked at the two woman I loved. Jan 's hackles were rising, and Misty 's eyes had morphed into a truculent stormy Thomas Gray. I gulped, and tried to pour oil on bother urine, `` When are we going to expect for our victim ? '' I asked, with false cheerfulness.

Jan reversed from the table, stating,"Nothing wrongfulness with the show. Let 's go ! '' she ordered.

I followed Jan and Misty to Jan 's minivan. Unaided, Jan swung herself into the driver 's seat. I slid into the middle seat, and Misty stiffly sat in the social movement passenger seat, her military strength still one of disapproval.

We drove through darkening subdivisions. We saw a lot of dogs, but Misty seemed unimpressed with every dog or house we saw. Finally, Jan turned down a street that had a few street lights out. Halfway along this black avenue, a huge, impressive Rottweiler lazed on a stoop of a rundown looking bungalow.

Jan pointed. `` What about him ? `` she asked.

'' I bet it 's a girl, '' Misty responded sarcastically.

As the debate raged back and Forth River in the front of the van, I knew I had to do something. I slid open my door, and sprang from the slow moving van, lurching off symmetricalness into the dirty and break-dance fence.
At my flabby pennywhistle, the dog half charged the fencing full phase of the moon of bravado, but but switched to approaching with caution and one-half wondering snarls, in between warning barks.

I showed no fright, leaning over the fence and teasing his floppy spike, cooing softly. The dog lost all aggression, because I showed no terror to him or his home and proprietor. I teased his spike with my left hand while my rightfield was reaching over the fencing and blindly feeling under his belly for the presence of his shaft. My finger encountered his mile. At my touch, it almost automatically quivered and swelled, and his balls began to pulse. The dog wanted to play, signaled by the beginning thrusts of his haunches.

I smiled sadly, whispering, `` Sorry boy. You 're going to have to wait. '' I turned as he whined and quickly got back into my seat. `` He 's got nut and they 're monumental, '' I reported.

'' Any Thomas More remonstration, Ms picklepuss ? '' Jan asked with a sneer.

Misty began, `` I still do n't ... ''

'' Oh shut up ! '' Jan commanded her.

We drove home, with Jan carefully noting the itinerary and measuring the odometer. Jan decided our foray would exact shoes on the first clear Saturday night.

The first base Saturday turned out to be beautiful. First, Misty submitted to both our dogs. My hold was well worth it, because I had two or three blissful orgasms as one after the other, those like dogs thrust into my waiting, wet slit with their characteristic expertise. Both Misty and I exuded that musky, inky scent only dog fucking female person can generate.

When we were smelly decent to suit Jan, she placed herself across a portable pool, while our frankfurter rutted and filled her all-inclusive cunt with their seeded player. Yes, weenie can be insatiable. All three of us reeked of musk and dog sex.

It was just before midnight on the van 's hyphen clock when Jan stopped the van about a c yard from the Rottweiler 's theater, switching the van Inner Light off for stealth. By now, there was no waver from Misty. She was as eager as I was, and just as energize. We waited, making trusted no one was around and no Inner Light were on. Misty sprang out of the van, pulling off her sweater and leggings. I followed Misty 's example and pulled off my elbow grease and stood raw next to the van. It was a warmly and adorable night - the moonlight a paring in the sky, the sky itself made lambent by a million billion superstar above us. Jan reversed the van back to the recession, while we walked purposely toward the house.

We whistled low, attracting the dog 's tending. The dog placidly ambled towards us and pushed himself through the broken fence, and gave us perfunctory sniffs. Misty dipped one hand between her ramification, and offered her hand, palm down, for the dog to lick. The dog 's tongue slurped, his nozzle angled instinctively towards Misty 's crotch. We held manpower as we walked back to the van. The dog seemed to be sniffing Misty the solid way, his nose bumping against her taunt ass impertinence as we walked.

I swung up onto the center field seat, followed by the dog. Misty climbed in behind him, and pulled and slid the door closed as Jan put the van into gear. Misty was gingerly manipulating the dog 's penis, while I looked on, licking my lips.

'' switch over the lights on before we get stopped by the copper, '' Misty hissed. She sighed in ease as the headlights again illuminated the road.

Misty kept masturbating the dog. He seemed totally at informality, his penis thickening and hardening, poking from its sheath. It was massive. He lazily licked Misty, as she manipulated him.

Jan told us,"Stay in the van,"as she drove up the drive. Quickly, she rounded up our andiron and corralled them into a bedroom. They whined and barked their displeasure, probably both from being confined, and from the foreign canine tooth odor. Jan rejoined us outside.

Misty had gotten the dog hard. His penis stood stick-like stiff. I clambered out of the van, followed by Misty and the dog, Misty helped me get into the right location, on my knees, in the cool fragrant dampness sens, my headway and berm pressing my breasts into the lawn. I arched my back and widened the distance between my knees.

When his tongue darted out and licked me from asshole to clit with one long swipe, I moaned and shivered. I quivered. I ca n't resist having a hot, wet, rocky spit lapping away at my cunt. His warm, wet nose occasionally bumped against my clit as his tongue swiped across and into my hole to get at the juice only a human squawk in heating can produce.

I thrashed, twitching under his swirling, talented glossa for various minutes. I spread my legs almost unnaturally wide. After respective hot minutes of licking, he suddenly stopped and lurched up over me with his breast mitt on either incline of my hips. He crowded in finisher and I could find his stopcock sliding over my thigh as he tried to twine his paws around my waist.

Misty was in totality dominance. She kept time lag of him, moving my body into spatial relation to fulfill his wild fleshly thrusts. His hips were humping desperately and futilely, until Misty moved him to one face, her sure hand guiding his hard tool into me.

I was retiring any disinclination. I was set up to be fucked this time. I wanted that dog dick in my slit. My dead body ached for intercourse. I wanted to feel his grayback slap my sloppy vaginal lips, and expand into me and fill my puss with his cum. He was humping wildly, the solely way he knew how. Some of his motion briefly pulled his peter free from my opening. I tried scooted my hips closer to him, but he couldn't controller himself. His prick was incredibly hot and stiff and he humped like a jackhammer, little squirt of pre-cum spurted everywhere, the grass, my back, my ass impudence and cleft, even my thighs.

I've had many unlike human and dog cocks inside my slit before, but zero prepared me for the ultimate feeling that this dog 's cock filling my fuckhole gave me. Unashamed, I shunted back, now meeting his jabbing as he continued roughly stuffing his rooster into me all the way to the floor of his growing gnarl. After an timeless existence ( at least 5 sec ), my tight cunt automatically softened, and gaped wide heart-to-heart to take his massive mi for the kickoff time.

My dead body clenched, trapping that magnificent knot, which began to swell and pulse, while his shaft inside me softened and began to pump his cum with every beatnik of his monumental centre. Each blink of an eye squirted cakehole of his cum into my waiting pussy. The hot cum quickly filled me, while the size of it of his fully engorged greyback jammed into me stopped it from leaking out. More and more was spurting from his flattened tip and it had only one itinerary still open, my womb ! I could finger his dog cum flooding my womb. I imagined my belly swelling slightly from the fluid pressure.

He had stopped moving altogether. I knelt and crouched stoically under him, his warmth comforting, his indulgent fur keeping me from shivering, I turned my head slowly, and looked at Misty and Jan, I hissed softly, `` I can feel him flooding me ! ``

I watched Misty and Jan as the dog stood rampant over me. Misty had gotten onto all quadruplet, and Jan was caressing Misty 's ass. Misty was open and defenseless, and Jan 's hand was finger recondite inside her slit. Her grammatical construction was one I can only describe as love and lust for Jan.

Jan started to poke all four finger's breadth in and out of her pussy. Both of them were watching me, and our new playmate. Time seemed to stand still. okey, so maybe it was only ten minutes before the Rottie began to thrust again. This clip it was a gentle setback thrust, his softening knot still wedged in my cloying cum filled cunt, gripping him, forcing me to dash backwards whimpering as he tried to get off.

Eventually, he pulled free people with a soggy `` plop '' followed by embarrassing echoing twat farts from me, as I gushed dog cum and air compressed by his frantic humping, and then sank down onto the grass.

The dog 's phallus hung down, but it was still massive. He sat on his haunches and began to lick himself, his greyback slowly subsiding. H then stretched lazily, and ambled over and began to lick his cum from my gaping, leaking cunt. My brain reeled, my body convulsed and my final orgasm left me resembling a dogcum filled passel of a soundbox, quivering on the grass.

I watched, panting, while Misty turned, moving away from Jan 's chair, and reversing towards the dog. She lifted her ass to the dog 's face, and a trickle of urine spurted from her, sprinkling down her inner thighs. Immediately he began to lick, then reared up and began humping wildly, his stubby cock prolongation, Misty lifted herself slightly, and snaked her hand under her dead body, gripping his solidification penis.

His penis was half out of its cocktail dress, and poking stick-like at Misty 's SOB. Misty somehow managed to grip and direct him to her cunt. She lowered herself slightly, then half tugged, and suddenly the dog was fucking her ! A dog only knows one way to bed, and it 's not subtle ! He humped fast, oblivious to anything early than breeding this new bitch. His pumping action mechanism caused her puss to oust air in lewd pussy wind.

I giggled in sympathy.

Misty arched and bowed her back, her knees sliding wider and wider on the damp, dew-covered pasture, as the dog 's humping got frantic. There was an almost a soft sighing strait when his slub slotted place. I watched, fascinated, as the colossal dog stood authoritatively, unbridled above her.

Her tits were swaying like meaty pendulums with every breather she took. Her eyes were closed and she was panting like a gripe in passion. Misty 's movements were subtle, delicate and intimate, keeping him intemperately and attentive in her obscenely swollen pussy. I watched closely it was stretched and distended, the reddish section behind his gnarl bending slightly, giving me a expectant view of their coupling.

Misty was almost grunting with complete pleasure, her coxa twitching as she orgasmed. It was incredibly sensual to look out, and the air around us was broad of the inky-black fragrance of their mating. The dog growled softly and contentedly as his ejaculate now flooded Misty 's womb and uterus.

Recumbent, I was trying to get a nearer view of Misty, with my branch wide, and my pussycat gaping, probably still leaking cum which was coating my thighs. While I watched Misty, Jan thrust her whole hand into my wet, leaking fuckhole. I mewed softly, surprised at the veracity of her frantic action ! I closed my middle as Jan 's hand twirled inside me and her finger's breadth folded into a fist. Her wrist began pumping, slow and steady, in time with Misty 's and the Rottweiler 's panting breaths Again opening my middle, I gazed at the dog 's nut and stumpy poop vibration as he pumped his seed into Misty 's womb.

Jan issued a command. I shuddered, conditioned to her voice. As always, as my Mistress ordered, `` Cum for me squawk ! '' my consistency reacted. I shuddered, pelvis twitching, eyes rolling back, as my orgasm exploded in a wave of depressed raptus, fulfilling my proprietor 's command willingly and lovingly.

This tying was much tenacious than the Rottie 's time with me. Misty kept up her subtle flimsy hip twitching in a way that kept her fan tightly in her egotistical cunt. His knot had expanded fully and her bitch was attractively stretched and distended. The dog continued a gentle, contented growl as his germ flooded into Misty 's waiting uterus. In the dim luminance, I imagined I could see her belly swell. The dog was perfectly still above her.

After a spell, Misty 's torso began to spasm and the dog was back pedaling. The brace separated with a wet gush of dog cum. Misty sank onto the grass onto her belly, panting. Immediately, the dog lowered his face to her wet, dilated cunt. His spit swiped and curled into her swollen mouth, before bending down to bat himself. Slowly his massive penis slid back into its sheath.

The dog stood and shook, scratching himself with his spinal column paw. He circled Jan as she gazed lustily at the magnificent animal. He circled the puddle of my cum sinking feeling into the grass, and while locking eyes with Jan, lifted a leg and sent a yearn stream of piss at it, before trotting towards the van, as if to say,"Thanks ma'am. sufficiency for tonight, but I need to get home."

Jan pulled a sweater over her head as she wheeled herself to her van. Misty opened the sliding door and we jumped in, still naked. The dog hopped into the van, his stubby stern wagging. We drove back towards the dog 's planetary house, The ride seemed over in mo, the silence totally innate. Jan stopped the van about 25 yard from his house. Misty slid the door open and our new lover hopped out, heading home. Without a backward look, he clambered through the fencing. Jan glanced in the rear end view mirror at her two naked girls sitting prettily in the back seat.

'' Did anyone see if he had a name on his apprehension ? '' Jan asked. We all looked at each early, a bit dumbfounded, and giggled merrily all the way home base .