Puzzling at my uneven gait down the pavement, I looked down at my foundation to meditate the problem. After very much consideration, I giggled, noting the absence of a skid on my right foot."skid,"I thought,"now that's a funny word."snorting in an aborted fit of laughter, I swayed unsteadily on my feet before regaining my counterweight. Squinting against the inexplicably bright public eye 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 lead gamey heel, watching it tumble into the gutter of the street and down a storm drainpipe. That little fix in place, my walking still had a bit of weaving stride, but was much improved.

"Scots heather ! Wait up !"I called. My sister, several paces ahead of me, did a slow swing-turn around a street sign, using the post for residual until she was facing back towards me. She wobbled unsteadily on her in high spirits heels also, but at least she was in will power of both her shoes.

"Shhhhh !"broom shushed me, bringing her finger's breadth to her lips in an exaggerated apparent motion."You're SOOOO ... NOISY, Courtney ! You're going to wake ... like ... like ... EVERYONE !"she admonished loudly, gesturing vaguely at the multi-story townhomes that tightly bordered the sidewalk. Chastised, my bridge player flew to my lips, stifling another giggle. Heather sternly glared at me with disapproval, and then broke into a snort fit of blowout of her own.

Her eye narrowed."Why are you carrying a shoe ?"she demanded, placing her custody on her hips in a demanding position. I looked down at one hand, and then the other. for sure enough, my right high school cad dangled in my digit. Why was I carrying one shoe ? That seemed silly. After various off-balanced and unsuccessful try, I managed to slip it onto my foot. Stumbling on down the sidewalk at an uneven pace, I wondered what had happened to the left skid."Shoe"was a queer word by the way, I realized with a giggle, thinking that notion seemed vaguely familiar ...



Admittedly, my recollection of the evening up to this stop was a bit muddled. I do know that it was my -- our -- mine -- whatever -- eighteenth natal day, so my twin sister and I had decided to fete by sneaking into ‘ Vixens'-- THE happening local club. We were both blonde and cute, and did I honorable mention, Gemini the Twins, so the doorman didn't eyeball our IDs too closely. Short miniskirt dame and plenteousness of cleavage and bare midriff on display probably didn't hurt our case either.

Once inside, Heather almost immediately ran into a group of her girl friends. 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 unbalanced. From the gang we were drawing, it seemed to be working.

After a while, I attracted the care of this really precious guy ... Bill ? Billy ? ... Billy-Billy-Billy, Billy Balloo ... No, wait ... Jack, I think it was. Anyway, some public figure 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 let the cat out of the bag, but the medicine at the ball club was seriously loud, so I never really could hear what he was saying. He seemed to understand me just fine though, because he would laugh, and nod, and grin 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 bath."You ... You stay put !"I admonished him with a poop wag of my finger. He raised two fingers in a scout's laurels swear, and then crossed his heart. I giggled and gave him a playful smacking on the shoulder. I got up and headed off to recover the ladies room, starting to palpate a bit woozy and unsteady on my feet. But told myself that maybe that's just what falling in erotic love spirit like.

I finished up in the bathroom 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 contain me back to his situation ... you know ... to"properly celebrate"my birthday. This was my first time in a baseball club, and I had never gone back to a guy's place before, but there was an undeniable itch in my short panties that was telling me this night might be the night. But when I got back to the board, Tim ... Jim ... Jack ... whatever his name was ... was gone.

heather mixture found me at the table, looking sad and confound. She pointed at the half-full umbrella crapulence with a cocked brow. I waved it away, so my sister finished it off for me in a distich of quick gulps. Still perplexed at manual laborer's sudden disappearance, I continued to anxiously scan the gang to see if I could spot him. Gradually, the elbow room started to take on an sticky sideways tilt, and slowly began to twirl in clock time with the pulsating euphony. notion disoriented, I knew I needed some fresh air. I got up and made an erratic itinerary towards the going as my articulatio genus went all wobbly. Scots heather was quickly by my English, providing a supporting shoulder."Courtney, I think you've been roofied,"she observed in a touch on voice.

"Roo ... Roofie !"I slurred in reply, the strait of the word appealing to my small thinking 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 tilt onto her shoulder. Straining, she managed to get me to the way out just as her own leg 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 drinking ?"she exclaimed, her eyes glazing over and going slightly out of focus.

"I ... I think ... it was like a ... a MAGIC drink !"I asserted with a stammer, reaching out with an unsteady finger to gently poke the end of her nose. She crossed her center 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, waiting, probably that counseling, I was mostly sure. A little walkway should get us home, so my sister and I decided that we should call it a night. Heather got to her animal foot and seemed to chance renewed vim, skipping ahead of me, humming a painfully off-key interlingual rendition of a pop Sung we had heard at the guild. Awkwardly struggling back onto my feet, I stumbled, tripping over my heights bounder. I picked up the right skid that fell off in the process, and then hurried after my sister, veering off in a slightly sideways angle, before getting my bearings and setting Forth at an uneven gait ...

And to my best remembrance, that's how we found ourselves on the sidewalk late this evening, me pondering the Bermuda Triangle-like disappearance of my shoe, and my twin sister Heather swinging herself in slow circles around the Post of a No Parking signaling, butchering pop prima donna song lyrics. It seemed a rather premature and black end to our eighteenth birthday festivity ...

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

The whine repeated and I zeroed in on the reservoir. Near the first step of an 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 heading sideways, favoring me with a curious glance. He lifted his left straw man paw and whimpered, displaying sad puppy-dog eyes.

"Awwww ... are you hurt, boy ?"heather inquired. My core too was melting in pity for the poor pup, and I felt bad for having barked at him. In response, the doggy turned and slowly began to gimp away down the darkened bowling alley. He paused, turning back to give 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."Wait ! come back !"I called, unsteadily stumbling down the back street in hobby. Heather shushed me again, giggled, and staggered along after me.

We made my way unsteadily past respective dumpsters and a peck of abandon pallets. Rustling randomness came from the clutter shadows. I glanced around nervously, beginning to outguess the wisdom of our dogtooth delivery detour. But I could see no author of the noise, so I pressed on. The back street turned to the right, opening up into a small courtyard. A single dim medulla in a lamp above a doorway provided limited clarification. There sat the Doberman, tooshie thud on the primer coat in greeting.

I approached the large dog, squatting down in battlefront of him and talking softly to stay fresh him unagitated."poor boy, are you hurt ? cum on, let me see that leg of yours."The Doberman obediently lifted his right paw, placing it in my hand.

"H ... Hey ! ..."Calluna vulgaris slurred."Wasn't he limping on the former paw earlier ?"

I couldn't help but call up she was make up. Suddenly there were more rustling sounds behind us. I stood and turned to see three more than canine shapes impetus into thought from the phantasm. I was frightened for a moment, realizing they were blocking off our simply escapism back down the narrow alleyway. But they acted polite enough, with no growling, and only wagging of tail assembly in greeting.

The close in around us, a German language sheepman cautiously sniffing my extended bridge player in a favorable motion. Heather scratched behind the ears of a black and white colored Husky who wagged his tail eagerly. A light tan Pit Bull circled around me, sniffing cautiously. Suddenly my baby gave a startled close shave of surprisal. She swiped behind her with her hand and the Doberman flinched back in retreat, pulling his inquisitive hooter out from under ling's short mini bird. He moved nimbly, his awful looking limp apparently having miraculously cured itself.

I stifled an indignant shriek of my own as I felt the wet hooter of a Pit crap prod its way between my second joint, his slobbering wet clapper exploring the cottony genitals of my G-string scanty. I pressed my legs together and shoved him away."Naughty doggy !"I chided, my hands on my pelvic girdle to show my displeasure. He briefly lowered his shadow as a gesture of excuse, and then set it to wagging again, a impish smile seeming to spoil his jowls. I squealed once more, rising up on my toes in an attempt to escape the cold, burrowing snout of the German language Shepherd, pressed up deep into the crack of my butt from bum.

"No, no ... NO !"broom protested. She was struggling with the Husky, who had his head buried under the straw man of her skirt. She squirmed and cursed under her breath, finally managing to pull herself away from the lewd and determine cuspid. As the brute withdrew, Heather's rose hip rocked, tugged forward by her panties locked in the Eskimo dog's clenched jaws. She made a motion to swat the lecherous beast and it released its grip. The privates of Heather's panties elastically snapped back into stead with an hearable ‘ pop ’. The large dog licked its chops in hold, gazing up at Scots heather with its characteristically blue Husky middle.

Giggling, Heather tried to circle away from the Eskimo dog 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 chick. The German sheepherder meantime was back at me from behind, wriggling his way under the hem of my miniskirt chick, snagging the chain of my G-string panties with his teeth. He pulled back, his front mitt lowered in a playful position, whipping his head back and Forth. I could hear the touchy stitches in the material Begin to pop under the strain. The crotch of my panties was yanked tightly into loin, splitting my pussy sass around the bunched up material in a most embarrassing camel toe. There was a ‘ snap ’, and the back string of my flip-flop broke under the tenseness. The severed string slipped from the dog's teeth to swing loosely underneath my skirt.

The situation was obviously getting out of hand, so Scots heather and I tried to wedge our way through the crew of dogs to make our escape. But our sweat were thwarted as four sets of canine jaws latched onto our mini skirts, relentlessly yanking at the cloth and pulling us deeper into the back street. I shrieked in protest but this only seemed to drive the pack into a more exited frenzy.

"I ... I think they smell our pantie !"ling exclaimed with a gasp, childlike and struggling against the rude procession of the Husky and the Doberman.

"Maybe if we let them have got them, they'll leave us alone !"I replied with a hint of panic, fighting back against the relentless probing efforts of the German shepherd and the Pit Bull.

My twin sister nodded in agreement. ling had been grinding herself against a gang of her pretty girlfriends on the night club dance floor, and I had been dancing with my conjectural dream guy. It was no surprise that both of our panties might be a bit dampish and wafting forth an alluring female person fragrance to the dogtooth senses. well, ok, maybe the term"sweltering swamp"might be a safe de***********ion for what was going on down there between my legs. But regardless, if we could peel off our viscid little pantie, and offer them as a distraction to the inner circle of hotdog, we could probably make our escape from the alley.

I reached up underneath my dame with both hands, hooking my thumbs into the elastic band band of my ripped lash pantie. Wriggling my pelvic arch, I tugged my tiny underclothes downward, feeling the sticky crotch Peel itself wetly from my glistening pussy sassing. The two dogs tugging at my chick relented in their elbow grease, peeking underneath the hem to watch with neat interest group as syrupy strands of moisture pulled taunt between my vaginal mound and the retreating genital organ of my panties. The Pit papal bull licked his sassing, gazing at me with a raiding feel. I bent over to pull my scanty lower, twitching in surprise as the coldness, wet snout of the High German Shepherd prodded its way into the exposed chap of my ass. I could feel his hot breathing space wash across the tight little pucker of my anus and I clenched my posterior cheeks tightly together in defense. My panties dropped, tangling up around my ankle, almost tripping me. Regaining my balance and kicking off my remaining shoe in frustration, I finally succeeded in pulling my sticky underwear free in the process.

"Come on hombre ! Here you go !"I teased, waving my pull pink step-in in the air. The scent of wet cunt was unmistakable, steaming from the cottony genitals and hanging heavy in the still air of the alley. The Pit dogshit and the German sheepherder pranced around me, eager for the tantalizing treat. I tossed the sodden garment several groundwork away, sending the Pit Taurus on a mad dash in pursuit. He snagged the sticky morsel while still in the air and flopped down on the flat coat to eagerly press his muzzle into the soaked panty crotch. The German Shepherd whined with envy as he cautiously approached. The Pit Taurus hunkered down selfishly over his juicy catch, growling a admonition which halted the Shepherd's advance.

heather also started to denudate off her panties. The husky and the Doberman pinscher both nuzzled their snoot up under the hem of her skirt to reckon into the matter personally. Two sets of canine tooth jaws latched onto the elastic waistband, pulling downward. Scots heather's step-in were quickly yanked to her articulatio genus as she fought to maintain her Libra. I could see the pocket-sized crotch of her purple lace panties was soaked completely through with a shimmering wetness. The two doggies braced their front line manus, clenching their jaws onto the elastic dance orchestra and pulling fiercely in diametrical directions. The Doberman thrashed his head back and forth and there was a deplume sound. The waistband snapped, followed by the G-string train. The husky and the Doberman each stumbled back as the tension was released. The Husky won the lion's share of the loot, coming away with to the highest degree of the tattered waistband and the gooey-wet private parts. The Doberman looked discomfited with his consolation prize of a small section of waistband and the bottom thong of the panty. The Husky chewed victoriously on the tasty patch of step-in crotch, savoring the win and the marinade of juicy feminine flavor.

"Run !"Scots heather urged, launching into a sprint towards freedom. I was hard on her blackguard and we ran like the twist -- assuming the wind was dressed in short miniskirt skirts, missing its panties, and was half stoned out of its mind on roofies.

I made it about five foundation before a pair of dark furry paw slid over my berm and the full free weight of the pursuing High German Shepherd sent me crashing to my knees. I landed with a oink, scuffing one knee and knocking myself myopic of intimation. The Pit Bull followed up, latching his teeth around my lead mortise joint. He didn't bite down hard, but effectively restrained me nonetheless. I kicked with my foot in a panic, trying to free him, but cried out as his tooth dug deeper into my skin. It was clear that encourage effort at evasion would be painful.

heather mixture managed a entire ten feet of advancement before the pursuing Eskimo dog latched his sharp teeth onto the binding of her fluttering mini. The tight garment pulled downward, wrapping itself around her shins and sending her sprawling to the paving material. With a cry of dismay she tried to scramble to her feet, but the Doberman was on her in a flash, assisting in the take-down by grabbing her blonde pony tail in his jaws and forcing her to the ground.

I also tried to defend my way to my feet, but felt a herculean set of German sheepherder jaws clamping down on the rear of my neck. Sobbing, I lowered my capitulum to the dirty paving of the dispirited alley in an act of submission.

The Pit Bull tentatively loosened his grip on my ankle. I started to squirm but his teeth bore down again. The German sheepman issued a throaty growling, tightening his grip on the spine of my neck. Trembling in fear, I felt a snag drum roll down my cheek as further view of impedance faded from my mind.

Satisfied with my defeated sob, the Pit Bull released his grasp on my mortise joint. I shivered as I felt him sniff his way curiously up my legs. goosebump rose on my bare skin as his hot breath washed over the back of my defenseless thighs. I clenched my legs tightly together as I felt his coldness nose working its way higher. His honker wriggled under the hem of my annulus and then flipped it up onto my lower back. My round, au naturel rump impudence were exposed as I stifled a cry of dismay. An nonvoluntary flinch contracted my muscularity as the cold, wet nose of the Pit Bull pressed its way into the crack of my ass. I gritted my dentition, clenching my keister muscles tightly together. The Pit Bull withdrew, and I breathed a sigh of relief in the hopes that he had given up. But then I felt the chela of his strawman paws, scratching, tugging insistently at my inner thigh, trying to pry my legs apart."No !"I called out in protest, but my bid went unheeded. I resisted the Pit Bull's probing efforts, but the German language sheepherder clamped his jaws tightly around the back of my neck, forcing my expression into the pavement as an minacious growl rumbled in his throat.

I began to cry in earnest, coming to understand that I had no choice in the matter. bout clouded my vision as I submissively spread my legs, opening myself up to the investigative snoot of the Pit Bull. I gasped, a red flush of shame burning its way up my font as his hot breath washed over my bare puss. A hanker, wet doggy natural language lashed out, licking me from button to asshole in a slow, savoring motion. Despite my sentiency of revulsion, I could feel my dampish vaginal lips respond to the stimulation, swelling with an inrush of profligate and unfurling to reveal the path of entry into my steamy little cunt. I flinched, a gag cry of dismay choked nervously in my throat as the wet nozzle of the Pit strapper pressed into the velvety frame of my twat. He snorted, the resistless scent of wet human cunt overwhelming his exquisite common sense of feel. Perhaps the fading event of my fortify nightclub deglutition were to blame, or maybe I simply knew that I was rhythm, but I spread my legs a niggling wider in a submissive gesture.

Issuing an animalistic growl of lustfulness, the Pit Bull buried his nozzle deeper into my closely minuscule pussy, stretching me open. I desperately tried to twist away from the intimate intrusion, but the German language Shepherd's hairgrip on the back of my neck held me firmly in place. An involuntary groan escaped my lips as the Pit crap's long tongue slithered from his jaws, burrowing its way into my virginal snatch. A steadily increasing trickle of kitty lubricating substance oozed from the fleshy garden pink walls of my screwing time slot. The Pit shit greedily devoured the syrupy treat, slurping wetly. Feeling my heart beating at an exalted rate, I moaned quietly, wriggling my rosehip to open up my pegleg into a slightly full spread.

Tentatively, the German Shepherd released his clutch on my neck, holding his jaws at the prepare should I find a renewed mother wit of rebellion. Those thought process had faded however, as my ventilation transformed into a stiff panting, betraying my growing sense of arousal. Wet, slurping doggy tongue dug into the finespun fling and cranny of my fathead as I felt an involuntary shudder of lust tremble through my loin. I issued a purr of blessing, squirming my rose hip and raising my butt a minuscule higher into the air to offer the Pit Bull easier access. Satisfied with my compliant attitude, the German Shepherd backed away, keeping a careful eye on me. Slowly I pulled my knees up underneath me, raising my naked rump. Not wanting to hazard the German language sheepman's anger, I kept my head submissively on the ground, arching my rachis in a downwardly curvature to present my pussy more firmly against the Pit fuzz's talented nozzle.

A second wet doggy knife made its mien known, slobbering canine spit over my bare, retrousse rump. Abandoning his guard duty duty, the German Shepherd had taken an sake in my firm, creamy derriere. I gently swayed my coxa as his tongue dipped down into the crack of my ass, exploring, tracking undeniably lower with every loving swipe. The Pit cop snorted with enthusiasm, blowing a atomizer of sticky puss juice from his dripping jawbone to swash my inner thighs. I scooted on my knees, widening my position. I squealed in surprise as the German Shepherd's glossa wriggled ever lower in the cleft of my ass, pressing itself intimately into the puckered little dimple of my asshole.

"Oh god ... no ..."I begged, realizing his intentions. The tip of his hot, wet tongue lashed back and Forth, applying increasing air pressure. I bit my downhearted lip, trembling as I felt my tightly crinkled little anal rosebud Begin to quiver. more tears of shame trailed down my cheeks, wondering what sense of dignity I could possibly keep on if I were to let a doggy push his tongue into my ass. My clinch little sphincter didn't suffer from such moral reservations however, and I felt it flutter with excitation in response to the ongoing viva stimulation. The High German Shepherd wasted no opportunity, prying and probing relentlessly, exploiting each minor slip of my anal resistivity.

Despite myself, I found my paw reaching back, fingers clasping my house, rounded posterior cheeks. I pulled, spreading myself open. With a sob that was equal parts revulsion and lustful ebullience, I felt my stringent little virgin asshole pucker in and out in a convulsive spasm and then unfold loose in invitation. The German Shepherd pulled back, gazing at the sight. My heart pounded as my breath came in desperate inrushes. Perhaps the with child canine tooth had changed his psyche ? A nervous frisson tracked up my rachis. I tugged my rump boldness open wider."Please ..."I begged in an almost inaudible whisper.

The German Shepherd pressed back in, bringing the tip of his natural language to stand on my close bottom portal. Wet barker tongue slipped in the welcoming embracement of slopped small girlfriend rectum. I bucked my hip, feeling my anus close down firmly around his oral examination appendage. He dug deeper, 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 barker spit, urging him deeper into my clutching rectal depths.

The Pit Bull worked his tongue eagerly in my Virgo pussy, noisily savoring the cardinal gustation of oozing girl fathead. The German language Shepherd serviced my posterior, his bared dentition pressing firmly against the puckered flesh of my anus as his oral exam appendage wriggled ever inscrutable into my cubby back passing. I could feel their squirming tongues deep within me, separated by only the thinly, soft membrane of juicy pink bod between my cunt and asshole. My breathing ragged, I involuntarily began to slowly pivot my hips, grinding my twin little love portals against the furry nozzle of my captor.

I dared to kick upstairs my head off the pavement, slowly pressing myself up onto my hands and knees so as to not alarm the two canines. Allowed this sum up freedom of campaign, I rolled my pelvic girdle in a fleshly motion, my rhythm gaining speed as the intimate urges in my firm young physical structure began to build. The two dog moved expertly with me, tongues fully embedded as the tempo of our lurid saltation picked up a growing common sense of urgency. A delighted squeak of love threatened to get away me, but I bit down on my low-pitched lip, choking back the passionate exclamation. A tremor rippled through the depths of my puss and my next squeal of delight escaped my lips. Panting in dun breaths, I thrust my articulatio coxae backwards in a frenzied drubbing motion."Fuck ... YES !"I groaned, gritting my teeth as the trembling virtuoso in my bitch counterpane to my belly and asshole.

I tried to constrain it, but the intimate tremor within me would not be denied. My inner thigh began to quiver. My pelvis rolled in a cyclical motion, bucking and churning as I clenched and released the heftiness in my firm ass brass in rapid convulsions."GOD !"I screamed, fireworks exploding across my vision as my sexual climax erupted. Only the twin doggy tongues lodged in my fathead and bunghole kept me erect on my handwriting and knees as my torso flailed beyond my control. herculean orgasmic cramp iron shuddered through my slit and asshole, clenching and releasing in a serial of mind-blowing condensation. Panting like a kick in rut, I thrashed my hips, feeling my tits bouncing within the confines of my tight little blouse. Finally, with a desperate gasp, I bucked my hips one lastly clip and then shuddered to a stop. I greedily heaved in one lungful of air after the next as the Pit crap and German shepherd pulled their wonderful glossa from the clutching embracing of my snatch and rectum, causing me to moan and tremble with a serial publication of post-orgasmic shiver. The lecherous canines licked their jawbone, savoring the mouthful matted into their furry muzzles. I shivered as a consequence of silence fell over the alley, broken only by the slow, firm drippage of my draining vaginal juice, splattering onto the pavement between my legs.

As I regained my senses, I was suddenly struck with the reminiscence that my twin sis was in the alley with me, not five fundament away. A burning tide of crimson pity surged up my neck opening and into my font. Fearfully, I slowly raised my heart in her focus, wondering what on ground she must be thinking of my unforgivable actions.

Heather however seemed to be dealing with her own crisis. She was poised on her mitt and knees, naked from the waist down, with her mini skirt tangled around her left ankle joint. The toes of her high heeled skid scuffed at the sidewalk as she struggled to exert her position. The large Eskimo dog was mounted on her from prat, his front paws wrapped tightly around her chest. Her blouse had been pulled upward by the canine's furry bosom, allowing her modest, firm tits to spill unloosen, bouncing energetically. As if sensing my gaze upon her, Heather turned back to look at me, her large dark eyes glazed over and her jaw slack in shock. A thin strand of drool hung from her pretty pinko lips, draining slowly downward.

"He's ... He's in my ... in my ass !"my sister gasped with a stutter, her heart foggy wet with the shameful admission fee. Her trunk jolted and naked flesh quivered as the powerful Eskimo dog gave a powerful lunge of his furry haunches against heather mixture's naked backside. I cringed, expecting Heather to shriek in dismay and start out to cry in earnest. Instead she raised one helping hand and brushed her blonde hair behind her ear in a subconscious mind flirting motion. Turning to present forward again, ling steadied herself on her hands and knees, clenching her jaw with the effort as she pressed herself backwards, squirming under the dominating control of the butt-fucking canine.

As I watched in amazement, the muscular husky pulled back, exposing probably ten in of thick, throbbing dog putz. Then he slammed forward, his furry haunches meeting the firm, flawless nerve of my baby's upturned butt joint. Creamy can cheeks jiggled with the impact and then deformed to equal the furry contour of the canine's rear legs and tummy. A wet smacking broke the stillness of the back street as his hard ball sack pounded solidly against the open mouth of her wet cunt. The husky stroked out, Heather's anus distending outward as it applied a steady friction to his flagitious retreating scape. Ass cheeks and tits jiggled again as the meaty fuck stick thundered back home into her rectal embrace. Calluna vulgaris squealed, grinding her rosehip in a broadsheet motion around his fully embedded prick. She turned her head again, straining her neck to gaze up and back at the Husky with a loving, pleading expression. He reached down with powerful jaws, capturing her blonde ponytail in his teeth and sternly pulling back. heather mixture whimpered, her back forced into a more serious downward arch. Her rump cheek rolled upward, presented at the perfect approach angle for the husky's adjacent punishing rectal piece of ass thrust. Heather took him, cooing with delight, jostling her knees into a slightly wider posture and readying herself for the next even deeper thrust that followed a present moment later.

Heather issued a shriek of protest as the Eskimo dog roughly buried himself to the hilt in her bowels. Then I saw her already shockingly stretched anal pucker Begin to bulge to even more alarming property. Fully sheathed in my sister's shitter, the Eskimo dog's massive cock mi began to swell. She bucked and squirmed, pleading as the monstrous organ ballooned within the straining confines of her pooper. But her struggles proved futile. The cuspid's knot engorged to unbelievable dimensions, locking him firmly within the grasping embracement of her obscenely adulterate rectal pucker. call, straining, she begged him to hold back. The Husky rewarded her with a warm but punishing anal thrust, choking off her charge as her consistence jiggled with the impact. Then the Eskimo dog settled into a slow up, rhythmic apparent movement of unforesightful, sinewy thrusts, leisurely taking his meter to bask the buildup to the inevitable conclusion.

I looked upon terrorization and yet strangely intriguing vision, unable to sound how Calluna vulgaris's tight short butt could take in that much doggie stopcock. The Eskimo dog seemed tireless, pounding thrust after ass-violating thrust into my Sister's abused niggling rectum. Imprisoned by the quivering grasp of her anal ring, the husky's massive cock mile strained her rectal portal, flesh bulging as the canid pulled back. Locked and loaded, his muscular haunches trembled. Then he unleashed, ass fucking my cute twin babe up the butt with a brute stroke. She grunted, taking the abusive introduction with a Pearl Sydenstricker Buck of her hips. Her rump cheeks pressed level against the canine's inner second joint, swiveling in a lewd, circular movement. The husky pulled back again and then uncoiled his muscles with another wolf rectal hammering, drawing an enthusiastic squeal from my babe's mouth as she ground her ass against him. I licked my lips, thinking it wouldn't be farsighted before I was treated to the sight of the Husky unloaded a scalding torrent of churning dog cum deep into Heather's clutching bowels.

Suddenly I cried out in surprise as a heavy weight landed on my binding, collapsing me to the sidewalk. The Pit Bull tried to rise me, but with me now laying bland on the ground, it was an inapt perspective. A couple to a greater extent poorly aimed thrusts proved the futility of the attempt. I rolled over onto my back, looking up at the muscular animal poised above me. A tremor of fear shuddered through me as my gaze traveled down his soundbox, bringing his threatening canine dick into focus. At about seven in, it didn't have the impressive distance of the Husky that was currently boring its way into the depths of Heather's snug little asshole. But what it lacked in distance it to a greater extent than made up for in girth. My header still spinning from the dreamscape effects of the roofie, I reached down with both hands, allowing my finger to grok clumsily around the fleshy shaft."It's so vast ..."I breathed in trance-like astonishment. Starting from a pin down tip, the Pit Bull's turncock quickly ballooned out to a massively thick diameter. Try as I might, I could not come even close to fully wrapping the extended finger of both hands around it. I laughed, thinking how entirely useless such a ridiculously huge tool must be. I mean, there was no way that such a monster could ever be forced into any rule size pussy.

As if to prove me unseasonable, the Pit Bull squatted down, angling his heavy SOB in the direction of my virginal little pussy. I shook my mind, knowing that his success was unbelievable, given the misalignment of our bodies. Now ... if I were to stray up onto my amphetamine back, lifting my hips ... yes ... that certainly seemed to help subject some. The tip of his cock -- oozing a glistening drop of precum -- nosed its way into the folds of my puss. Still firmly locked in the guiding embrace of my hands, I stroked the tip of his cock up and down the length of my prick, biting back a quiet groan of delectation. The Pit cop pushed in deeper -- or had I pulled him in ? It was hard to say. I cried out, feeling his rapidly increasing girth stretch my tight fiddling virgin pussy to impossible dimensions.

He thrust forward, but the impingement knocked me off balance. I rolled sideways, a hint of protest on my back talk as I felt his cock parapraxis from my twat. I moved back into emplacement, this prison term lifting my au naturel wooden leg and crossing my ankles over the frown back of the Pit Taurus to lock away me into property. The thought briefly crossed my drug-addled judgment that I was going to get my natal day fucking after all.

The Pit papal bull knife thrust, driving himself downward. I shrieked in infliction and surprisal, feeling several inches of the monolithic cock shaft splay me open wide. My kitty lips strained, stretched to their rank limits, their flood out friction quickly grinding his inward advance to a check. The beast withdrew, leaving just the tip of his cock in post as my slippery pussy lips closed back down around the tapering cinch of his prick. The Pit Bull pounded down with another invading thrust. I cried out, teardrop welling up in my eyes as his cock forged into my sozzled vaginal embrace. The head of his prick found my Virgo the Virgin roadblock, battering like a ram against its sarcoid resistance. My cunt lips stretched obscenely around the monstrous diameter of his rooster rod, getting the first hints of its truly monolithic dimension.

The canine stroked back, causing me to sigh in easing as my pussy pulled back to its rule size. With a snort, the Pit bull's eye plunged into me. I shrieked in nuisance, feeling my cherry flesh stretch in agonizing resistance. I locked my mortise joint tightly around the doggy's lower back, pulling downward with my quivering branch in an attempt to serve the process. After a moment of straining and attrition, the Pit Bull gasped for breather and withdrew once more. I could feel his muscles coil, readying himself for another driving force. He exploded with finding, throwing his weight into the effort. I groaned, thrusting my pelvis upward to meet him. pair of virginals material body throbbed in protestation, stretching, straining, trembling, but holding firm. With a moan of defeat, I collapsed back to the primer coat, panting desperately.

The Pit bull paused, unable to infer the unsatisfying and uncooperative bound depth of my hot little pussy. To entomb only three inches of his massive rooster rod into such a snug and terrific snatch seemed like such a waste product. I seized on his reluctance to take topic into my own hands. Wrapping my weapon system around my furry lover, I rolled to my side and then on top of him, taking the surprise eyetooth with me. Yelping, his hand flailed as his middle went all-encompassing, suddenly finding himself in the disadvantage position on his rear. He squirmed, trying to writhe out from underneath me. But I soothed him with a chill out voice, squatting on top of his haunches. I ran my finger through the fur of his chest, gently scratching him as my other hand reached down and found the bobsled end of his upright and unbending cock. The animal squirmed again in consternation, but then -- as I guided the tip of his shaft back into the tricky embrace of my hot little have a go at it expansion slot -- his struggles began to falter. A few in of cock bored their way into my kitty and the Pit shit's instinctive justificatory reaction gave way to the urges of passion. I could see from his expression that he was beginning to agnize that human girls weren't limited to fucking in only a"doggy style"position. An expression of intrigued involvement seemed to scotch his canine features.

I raised my pelvic arch and then forced myself downward, sighing as respective inch of impossibly thick, wet dog dick were pressure-fit into my widely stretched vaginal roll in the hay tunnel. I gritted my teeth as the tip of his dick once again pressed up against my virgin barrier, stretching and straining the frustrating resistance, ineffectual to separate through. I raised my pelvis again, using my body weight to spike my twat down onto the Pit Bull's throbbing cock Walter Piston."fucking !"I exclaimed, gritting my teeth against the painfulness. I rose again and dropped."FUCK !"that hurt ! The Pit Irish bull gained a mother wit of my timing, giving an experimental up poking 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 human knee, still straddling the prone chassis of the Pit Bull beneath me. I spread my stance open wide, feeling my ass cheek gape and my tight lilliputian rectal pucker winking. Reinserting the Pit copper's slippery wet prick, I rose again, grunting with satisfaction at this new and improved lieu. His cock shaft sunk into my jackass with a wet slurp, battering against my vestal roadblock. I bounced, breast jiggling as I felt a svelte faltering in the reluctant overweight barrier. I bounced again and the Pit copper matched my motion, thrusting upward with a determined straight thrust of his haunches. I whimpered, feeling a tearing, stretching wiz.

My hips settled lowly and I howled -- annoyance, passion, and a sense of triumph combined into one -- as the tip of the Pit bullshit's cock shaft of light finally tore through my Virgin roadblock. Momentum carried me downward, uncharted territory of my vaginal sleeve straining as the tremendous canine putz shaft was buried in a retard, steady insertion. My vision blurred with a momentary adept of pain, quickly replaced by a disorienting belief of fulfillment and skill. Panting desperately for air, I straddled my canine devotee, savoring the cunt-stuffing sensation as I sheathed his cock to the hilt in steamy depths of my fathead.

heaving, I paused, simply savoring the unbelievable stretching whiz. Cautiously I began to gently roll my hips. The massive eye tooth cock ray of light refused to budge, seemingly locked in situation by the straining embrace of my grasping pussy. Biting my lower lip, I applied myself to the effort. My reward came, achieving just a slight measure of delicious question of his atrocious bastard in my obscenely over-stretched twat. It felt like person had stuffed a football into the depth of my little kitty ! I purred with delight, grinding my hip a bit more energetically as my vaginal lubrication oozed to the rescue.

I spared a coup d'oeil over at Scots heather, my attention drawn by a wet, rhythmical slapping interference and my twin sis's enthusiastic call. The Husky had managed to overcome the incredibly tight resistance of her tightly clenched lilliputian anatomical sphincter, allowing his massive prick burl to slip free of her anal bosom. Heather's motherfucker gaped as the potent canine dragged his rigid pecker shaft in reversal. In a smooth, cyclic motility, the creature reversed his motion, sending a full ten inch of glistening, throbbing dog hammer back into the profundity of the pitiable daughter's eager rectum. The overindulge cock mi slapped up hard against broom's straining anus and then battered its way inside. A wet smack sounded as the dog's huge leathery nut sack impacted my sister's fully aroused pussy lips. long argent fibril of twat sauce oozed from the gaping expansion slot, dripping, trailing down her inner thighs. The husky withdrew again and then hammered house again. broom grunted, taking every last in, rolling her pelvis upward with apropos precision to match her canine fan's motions.

The Husky began to pant feverishly, dribble dripping from his jowl to put down on broom's squirming back. His cock knot seemed to swell to even larger dimensions as he slammed himself into her ass, knot and all, and lifted his school principal to sound off a victorious howl. My sis moaned and squirmed underneath him, grinding her coxa against his haunches as the Eskimo dog's immense testis sack contracted in a tearing spasm. heather mixture's eyes went full as the beast's prick swelled and then erupted, launching a foaming geyser of churning dog cum deep into her quivering intestine.

The Husky withdrew, his massive pecker shaft of light slathered with a coating of cum that dripped and splattered the back of Heather's naked second joint. Powerful canine muscularity contracted, launching the brute forward yet again. His balls throbbed visibly as his ass-wrecking lunge began, blasting a second avalanche of doggy sperm into my sister's orgasmic anal retentive tract as he reinserted. I saw her body tremor, the muscles in her prat and thighs visibly rippling as the orgasmic delight washed over her in rhythmic spasms. The dog's stopcock sank into her ass to the hilt with a noisy slurp, stretching her bowels to their limits as she squealed. Her tum bulged, filling with his muggy seed. A foaming shower of canine cum spewed from Heather's ass, pressuring its way past the sloshed cachet of her anus around his putz. The animate being withdrew, vena in his rooster throbbing visibly under the translucent luster of cum. Heather's second joint and calves were coated in a drip icing that drizzled off the length of his cock. Gripping his straw man paws tightly around Heather's dresser, the husky hammered his cock into her asshole once again, drawing another enthusiastic shriek of pleasure from her rim. He drove the full length of his meaty shaft into Heather's upturned rump and then launched into a serial publication of short, rapid fuck poking, his balls contracting and cum surging with each hefty stroke. Girl and eye tooth panted desperately for breath, their heaving chests matching cadence as they seemed to adhesion into a single being.

Finally the Husky collapsed on ling's back, exhausted, tongue lolling from his mandibular bone. My sister shuddered, her hips twitching as she trembled through a series of post-orgasmic contractions. The canine pulled back, his huge turncock knot slipping easily from the gawp wreckage of Calluna vulgaris's plundered anus. The softening cock slid easily from her rectal embracing, her tired small sphincter twitching as she reluctantly felt him slip of paper from her grasp. An eruption of swirling dog cum gushed from her obscenely stretched bottom portal as the Husky pulled out, sheeting down over her pussy and naked thigh in thick, viscid torrents. The Husky staggered away on unsteady wooden leg, his semi-erect cock dangling, dripping a steady trail of slathering cum as he retreated.

Scots heather's hips bucked one last time, her bare thigh and prat muscles contracting in a quivering spasm as she arched her back and moaned. Then she collapsed onto her side, curling up in a fetal position and giggling softly to herself. Her well-reamed arsehole twitched and shuddered, puckering open and closed in a slow, rhythmic pattern as a unshakable flow of doggie cum continued to enfeeble. She closed her center, finally surrendering to the lingering effects of the roofie-spiked drunkenness from the club, or the beat essence of a savage canine ass fucking, or perhaps both.

A burning detrition in my loins force my tending away from my sleeping sis and back to the massive dog cock slowly surging back and forth in the besotted confines of my juicy lilliputian twat. A steady trickle of molten cunt butter oozed from the fleshy folds of my painfully stretched slit, providing a glistening coat of lubrication for the Pit Bull's rigid prick. The inordinateness drained down in thick rivulets over his huge nut sack and matting into the fur of his lumbus. I rolled my hips, settling into a sweetie, fleshly fuck apparent movement, feeling my straining little pussy stretch just a bit more with each unstoppable drive of the Pit Irish bull's enormous dick. With a suspire, I leaned forward, laying down on top of the canine's furry, heaving chest.

A furry, wriggling form brushed up against my leg. I turned to wait, seeing the High German Shepherd standing next to me, his tail tanning back and Forth River with fervour. I glanced between his leg, spotting nine inches of fleshy eyetooth cock standing at stiff attention."You'll ... uh ! ... You'll just ... uh ! ... have to await your turn ... uh !,"I admonished, interrupted repeatedly by the cyclical thrusting action of the Pit Bull's cock in my twat. The German sheepman however saw it differently. With a elegant motion he mounted himself onto my naked, thrusting rump, wrapping his front paws around my dresser. He pressed his dick into the crack of my wide-spread ass cheeks. It was exactly the Same mounting status the husky had used on my sister, and I realized immediately that my pinko piddling kitty wasn't the only option useable for an bore doggy prick. In a panic, I tried to wrestle away, but the vast Pit bullshit peter spiked up my kidnapping hampered my outflow as the German sheepherder adjusted his stance and tightened his paws around my ribcage.

The German shepherd's bastard slid up through the crack cocaine of my ass, lubricated by a strong trail of slippery precum oozing from the tip. He pulled back, realigning his aim. With his second lunge the end of his throbbing shaft pressed once more into the broad open up scissure of my rump, tracking up and down in time with the motion of my trilled hips."Please ... no ..."I begged, feeling my tight little anus snug down tight in a defensive posture. And yet, as the Pit bull's eye poking upwards with his haunches and I swayed in response, I found my hip instinctively adding a bit more rolling campaign. I swiveled up and back, presenting my vulnerable rear portal to the German Shepherd. His heavy dick tip slipped crushed, settling into the recessed pregnant chad around my anus. Sensing he was locked on target, the eager canine began to push. I tried to stand firm, clenching tightly as tears of shame flooded my centre. But with each loving stroke of the Pit Bull's cock into my quivering pussy, I felt my sloshed trivial sphincter muscle pucker back and Forth, throbbing, pulsing with lubricious turmoil.

I squealed in protest, feeling my resistance falter. The hot, wet tip of the German shepherd's tool slipped into my anal embrace. The Pit shit thrust again, causing my hips to buck. I swiveled forward, feeling the tip of the dog rooster gaucherie from my ass. My sweet slight pooter trembled with a muscle spasm, puckering rapidly subject and shut down. But as the Pit Taurus withdrew, I rolled my pelvis back, meeting the incoming thrusting of the German shepherd's prick. I strained, clenching my jaw as I pushed back severely. The German shepherd tightened the handle of his front end hand around my chest, lunging forward with his haunches. I gasped ! Several inch of throbbing canid putz rod were stuffed into the tight, clutching confines of my bunghole !

The Pit Bull push and my articulatio coxae rolled in reception. The German Shepherd's tool slipped in retreat, almost escaping the loving embrace of my loaded short butt. The Pit Taurus pulled back and I moved in sync. The German Shepherd caught a sense of our timing, lunging forward with a punishing anal fuck push. Based on my restrict experience, as well as my observations of my sister, it was becoming gain that canines don't appear to have a steady clutches on the concept of"docile"when it comes to fucking a daughter up the ass. I bit my lower lip, choking back a whimper of dissent as six inch of German Shepherd rooster punched into my shitter. Our trio cycled again and I felt a bead of perspiration Begin to glisten on my frontal bone. The Pit copper bottomed out in my pussy and the German shepherd plowed another inch of so of virgin territorial dominion up my ass. He wasn't yet fully embedded, but we were making progress !

Another bike, and I grunted with the elbow grease. I felt a furry tickling on my naked seat nerve, suggesting that the German sheepman was nearly there. We churned again and a damp squeal burst from me as the German Shepherd finally took me to the hilt. My naked nerve pressed flat against his haunches and I ground my pelvis in a slack circle, savoring the incredible sensation of being double-stuffed by two huge canine. The Pit copper took a breather, gasping for air as I joined him. The German Shepherd pounded my stern with a serial publication of merciless full duration thrusts that jarred my teeth. Then he scrambled awkwardly, jostling himself into a new spot. I felt his body weight unit leave my back. And yet the massive butt-stretching intromission of his hammer remained in place. I glanced behind me. The High German Shepherd had dismounted, turning, and now stood hind end to rump with me. He wriggled his furry haunches and I sucked in an inrush of air as I felt his prick knot begin to intumesce inside the cosy range of my tight little asshole. I squirmed, instinctively attempting to expel him before his air mile engorged to its entire dimension. But it was already too previous. The Qaeda of his peter grew alarmingly, stretching my taunt trivial lift hepatic portal vein to its terminal point. I could feel my rectal pucker bulge with the striving, pulsing, throbbing back and Forth River. The German Shepherd was fully tied to me, locked in my anal embracement. The lone way to take to the woods him now would be to wait for him to blow his cum load into my quivering bowels.

A precipitous yap roused my attention. My head word snapped up and my glazed over oculus saw the furry Husky standing before me. His huge pricking had recovered quickly from its escapade up my sister's ass and bobbed at stiff attention under his belly. The massive dick was still coated with a thick frosting of dog cum, hanging in heavyset trailers from the entire length of his shaft of light. As I watched, a boneheaded drop of precum oozed from the tip of his cock, slowly trailing downward on a glistening Strand. The cuspid's design quickly became absolved as he moved forward, straddling my head. I turned my face away but he issued an ominous growl."No"was apparently not an acceptable response. Gulping in concern, I submissively reached up, grasping the Husky's long, thick cock, running my fingers up and down the distance of his slippery rotating shaft.

Grimacing, I brought the tip of his cock to my brim, gently nuzzling the tip. sight of this Saame cock hammering its way into my sister's cubby lilliputian asshole jumped unbidden to mind. The taste of dog cum and Heather's rectal vena portae washed across my sentiency. My mouth parted, allowing my fluttering tongue to relish a lick. Eskimo dog thrust forward, insistently pressing several inches of dripping wet dog pecker into my mouth. He pulled back and then lunged in more urgently. As my head rocked back under the emphatic introduction, it became clear that the huge Husky was not inexperienced in the art of using a young girl's mouth like a cunt.

The Husky cycled his furry hips, pulling back and then thrusting inward. The tip of his relentless prick pushed to the opening of my throat. I gagged in response but the enthusiastic eye tooth paid no heed to my distress. Several inches of thick, hard doggy cock forced their way down my gullet. I could find the muscles in my throat bulge in protest, and gasped in alleviation as the Husky pulled back his haunches. Then he launched himself forward with huff of exertion. My eyes went wide in panic as the brute's monolithic tool slab thundered passed my straining lips and down into the depths of my trembling throat. Furry haunches pressed up hard against my face and the Eskimo dog's Brobdingnagian nut paper bag made contact lens with my lips. The full ten inches of canine cock were hilted in my pretty little mouth. I knew I should experience an overwhelming sense of shame and horror, but my reaction was purely instinctive. I worked my sassing, nuzzling the Husky's balls with a loving kiss as the heftiness in my throat rippled, milking his light beam, beckoning him ever deeper.

He pulled back, causing me to moan with growing Passion. The generous coating of spent cum on the creature's dickhead skimmed off his fleshy shaft by the taut embrace of my back talk. His embarrassing spermatozoan awoke the taste buds in my sassing, sending my glossa into a frantic disruption of activity on the underneath side of his throbbing cock. Cum and saliva oozed from my widely splayed mouth, dripping unheeded from my lips in thick, trailing streamers. He thrust back in, fucking my grimace as a strangled gurgle arose from my pharynx. Canine balls once again snugged up tight against my lips as I responded with an intimate osculation. Another retreat, followed by a savage fuck thrust shifted the Husky into a rhythmical pattern, back and forth, in and out, picking up velocity as his flanks began to gasp with the effort of fucking my face.

Suddenly there was a jostle on my retrousse tush, a confusing scramble of paws on my back. Spiked in place by three dog stopcock, every practical porta was currently occupied. I couldn't even begin to imagine what was going on back there. However, even in my fuck-lust fueled genial fog, I couldn't help but notice the heavy prodding 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 ingest laughed at the genial image had my throat not been stuffed to the brim with the Husky's fleshy erection. I only had three fuckable openings to offer, so the Doberman pinscher was simply going to have to withdraw a number !

The Doberman however didn't see it that way. I felt his turncock skitter up and down the cleft of my widely spread arse cheeks, desperately seeking backup for his aching prick. The tip of his shaft slipped downward into the recessed dimple of my motherfucker, bumping up against the knotted cock of the German language Shepherd."See, already occupied,"I thought to myself. Then my eyes went wide as the Doberman locked his front paw around my ribcage and began a slow, relentless push with his haunches. The straining muscular ring of my anus resisted, puckering with terror around the massive 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 tortured slight rectum at the Sami time !

Yet his persistence seemed to have no limitation. He clenched himself tighter 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 of entry. The Doberman was undeterred, pulling back and thrusting once again, pressing his cock shaft up tight against that of the German language sheepherder. The sheepman's backside lashed in discomfort, tickling my lowly back.

And then I felt it -- the first confidential information of an accommodating commotion of my widely stretched sphincter. teardrop watered in my heart as I felt an overtake stretching sensation. panting, the Doberman strained, the muscles in his haunches quivering with the try. I mewled in protestation, the sound muffled by the throbbing dog pecker 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 mother fucker of the German sheepherder. The incredible rubbing caused the Doberman pinscher to grind to a halt, panting, with the starting time two column inch of his pecker now sheathed up my butt. He resumed his attack, never withdrawing but simply forcing himself ever deeper with short hard stab of his pubes. I grunted with each punishing lunge, rolling my articulatio coxae to match his timing.

My body jiggled with each sinewy driving force. onward motion was made, inch by butt-fucking inch. I gave a clogged sob of dismay. The Doberman paid no regard. Finally, with a meet grunt, he was fully hilted, his shaft throbbing alongside that of the German shepherd, two massive cuspid scratch stuffed simultaneously up my ass ! Then -- impossibly -- the Doberman's cock knot began to swell. I issued a strangled howl of dissent, reduced to a frantic gurgle as the Eskimo dog's stopcock knot also began to swell within my oral bosom. I clawed with my digit at the paving material, my infantry drumming on the solid ground as a growing gumption of panic overwhelmed me. But spiked with a massive dog pecker in every sexual porta, and a double-insertion up my ass just for good measuring rod, my Leslie Townes Hope of leakage were laughable. All four canine cock knots inflated to their full measure, stretching every tender opening beyond my comprehension.

As if by mutual concord, all four beast all began fuck. There was no rhythm method of birth control, just pure, random putz thrusting craziness. My entire body jiggled. The massive Pit cop tool in my cunt hammered deep. The two canine cocks up my ass pistoned, alternately grinding against each former as a burning blaze of rubbing erupted in my anal nerve tract. The Eskimo dog plunged deep into my pharynx, causing me a brief present moment of meditation as to whether the tip of his cock might encounter either of the two son of a bitch currently jammed into the profoundness of my bowels. That was my terminal cohesive thought before the first of all spasm of an climax blossomed in the trembling depths of my satiny petty snatch. Clenching down in vaginal spasms around the throbbing cinch of the Pit horseshit's massive cock, the frantic muscle contraction spread like a wildfire, shuddering through the muscles of my taunt little tummy and au naturel thighs before sending my intestine into a rippling series of paroxysm. I bucked, flailing mindlessly, my cock-muffled squeals of passion barely audible above the frantic unite slapping of dog and daughter flesh.

I had a undefined sensory faculty of throbbing dog cocks swelling to even nifty attribute, but at this decimal point I was simply a forgetful mass of orgasmic young lady flesh. Somewhere inscrutable within me I could feel the churning bang of dog cum, massive fleshy hoses sending foaming torrents everywhere. My tum swelled, and eruptions of overflowing cum gushed from every orifice. slit lips dripped pennant of doggie spermatozoon, almost identical from the cum that gushed from my straining oral examination lips. Stretched beyond all inclusion by two monolithic canine prick, my double-stuffed quivering motherfucker was a fountain of spraying canine goo, matting the fur of canine haunches and sheeting down the back of my second joint in a steady wash of awkward sensual cum. Then my world began to fade from greyness to disastrous as my cognizance faltered.

I awoke an unknown time later, laying on my vertebral column in the back street, wallowing in a puddle of cooling canine cum. The Husky, German sheepherder and Doberman pinscher had already dismounted, done with me and each looking content as they dozed nearby. The Pit Bull stood over me. As my head cleared, I felt an incredible, satisfying richness in my pussy. The Pit Bull tugged in reverse, causing the exhausted lips of my goose to distend outwardly, refusing to waive their handle on the canine's still swollen tool naut mi. I blinked, wiping the spinal column of my manus across my lip, smearing a thick overflow of the Husky's cum across my nerve. I swallowed, once and then again, washing my tongue around my mouth to gather up the remnants of his gooey firing off. The Pit bruiser tugged again and then staggered back as my pussy lips stretched and then released him. With a wet slurp his cock pulled free, leaving my cunt an spread, gaping cavern of plundered vaginal flesh. eye tooth cum and pussy emollient gushed from my tunnel-like screw one-armed bandit, adding to the growing puddle on the ground between my heart-to-heart thighs.

On unsteady legs I rose, falling once to my knee before achieving an upright place. Still breathing with child with exhaustion, I made my way to Heather, waking my sister from her drug-inflicted slumber. After a legal brief search we managed to locate her discarded mini skirt and made ill-starred attack to restore ourselves to some measuring stick of presentability. But it was with muss hair, missing panties, and dripping steady drip of canine cum that my twin sister and I staggered from the first step of the bowling alley. I paused, glancing around in the dim light of the street lights. Finally I found what I was looking for -- the attenuate green street sign proclaiming the figure of the back street. I filed it away for future reference, noting it as the lay claim turf of the eyetooth gang. A girl never knows when the urge to liven up a dull Sat evening might just find to come up ...