Puzzling at my uneven gait down the pavement, I looked down at my feet to ponder the problem. After a good deal consideration, I giggled, noting the absence of a brake shoe on my right foot."Shoe,"I thought,"now that's a funny word."snorting in an aborted fit of laughter, I swayed unsteadily on my infantry before regaining my balance. Squinting against the inexplicably brilliant brilliance of the street luminance, I turned to look back from where I had come, but the mysteriously lost companion footwear remained knotty. Shrugging, I kicked off my left high heel, watching it tumble into the sewer of the street and down a tempest drain. That fiddling fix in spot, my paseo still had a bit of weaving stride, but was much improved.

"Calluna vulgaris ! hold up !"I called. My sister, various yard ahead of me, did a slow swing-turn around a street mark, using the post for balance until she was facing back towards me. She wobbled unsteadily on her high blackguard also, but at least she was in self-will of both her shoes.

"Shhhhh !"heather mixture shushed me, bringing her finger's breadth 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 hands flew to my lips, stifling another giggle. Heather sternly glared at me with disfavor, and then broke into a snorting fit of blowout of her own.

Her eyes narrowed."Why are you carrying a skid ?"she demanded, placing her hands on her rose hip in a demanding stance. I looked down at one hand, and then the former. Sure enough, my rightfield heights bounder dangled in my finger's breadth. Why was I carrying one shoe ? That seemed silly. After several off-balanced and abortive attack, I managed to slip it onto my foot. Stumbling on down the pavement at an uneven pace, I wondered what had happened to the left field brake shoe."horseshoe"was a funny word by the way, I realized with a giggle, thinking that notion seemed vaguely fellow ...



Admittedly, my callback of the evening up to this point 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 celebrate by sneaking into ‘ Vixens'-- THE happening topical anesthetic club. We were both blonde and cute, and did I mention, Gemini, so the gatekeeper didn't eye our IDs too closely. Short mini skirts and plenty of cleavage and bare midriff on display probably didn't hurt our subject either.

Once inside, Heather almost immediately ran into a group of her girl friends. We joined them and before foresightful we were all laughing and dancing together, grinding against each former, doing that that fake bisexual act we girls put on to repel the son weirdo. From the crowd we were drawing, it seemed to be working.

After a while, I attracted the attention of this really cute guy ... greenback ? billy club ? ... Billy-Billy-Billy, Billy Balloo ... No, wait ... knave, I think it was. Anyway, some gens that started with an ‘ M'... Tim ! Yeah, that was it. Anyway, so Jim had brought me a drunkenness. One of those with an umbrella in it, so I figured he was a swish guy. We sat down at a tabular array to talk, but the music at the club was seriously loud, so I never really could hear what he was saying. He seemed to empathise 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 bathroom."You ... You stay put !"I admonished him with a stern wag of my finger. He raised two digit in a scout's purity swear, and then crossed his bosom. I giggled and gave him a playful slap on the shoulder. I got up and headed off to obtain 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 sexual love feels like.

I finished up in the bathroom and made my way back to the table. Giddy and dizzy with excitement, I was thinking that it might be prison term for Jim to make me back to his seat ... you know ... to"properly celebrate"my birthday. This was my outset prison term in a clubhouse, and I had never gone back to a guy's place before, but there was an undeniable scabies in my little step-in that was telling me tonight might be the night. But when I got back to the table, Tim ... Jim ... gob ... whatever his public figure was ... was gone.

Heather found me at the table, looking sad and confused. She pointed at the half-full umbrella drink with a cock brow. I waved it away, so my sister finished it off for me in a couple of quick gulp. Still perplexed at Jack's sudden disappearing, I continued to anxiously scan the crowd to see if I could spot him. Gradually, the room started to aim on an bunglesome sideways tilt, and slowly began to spin in clock time with the pulsating music. Feeling disoriented, I knew I needed some fresh air. I got up and made an erratic track towards the going as my knees went all wobbly. Heather was quickly by my side, providing a supporting shoulder."Courtney, I think you've been roofied,"she observed in a touch on voice.

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

Heather groaned as I let Sir Thomas More of my weight angle onto her shoulder joint. Straining, she managed to get me to the outlet 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 potable ?"she exclaimed, her eye glazing over and going slightly out of focus.

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

Our apartment lay only like six blocks from here, in something like this ... no, wait, probably that instruction, I was mostly sure. A short manner of walking should get us menage, so my sister and I decided that we should call it a nighttime. ling got to her invertebrate foot and seemed to recover regenerate get-up-and-go, skipping ahead of me, humming a painfully off-key variation of a pop vocal we had heard at the club. Awkwardly struggling back onto my fundament, I stumbled, tripping over my heights heels. I picked up the right shoe that fell off in the operation, and then hurried after my sis, veering off in a slightly sideways Angle, before getting my bearing and setting Forth at an uneven gait ...

And to my undecomposed recollection, that's how we found ourselves on the pavement late this eventide, me pondering the Bermuda Triangle-like disappearance of my horseshoe, and my Twin Falls babe Heather swinging herself in easy rope around the postal service of a No Parking polarity, butchering pop diva Song dynasty lyric poem. It seemed a rather premature and disgraceful end to our 18th birthday solemnisation ...

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

The whine repeated and I zeroed in on the source. Near the porta of an skittle alley sat a magnanimous dark-brown dog. It was one of those Doder ... no, Bobber ... Booberman ... Dobermans ! That was it !"Roofie !"I barked back with a giggle. He tilted his head sideways, favoring me with a odd glimpse. He lifted his leave movement paw and whimpered, displaying sad puppy-dog eyes.

"Awwww ... are you hurt, boy ?"heather mixture inquired. My philia too was melting in shame for the pathetic pup, and I felt bad for having barked at him. In response, the doggie turned and slowly began to gimp away down the darken alley. He paused, turning back to give us a pleading look over his shoulder, and issued another lamentable whine. With an even more label limp, 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 bind it or something."Wait ! seminal fluid back !"I called, unsteadily stumbling down the bowling alley in following. Heather shushed me again, giggled, and staggered along after me.

We made my way unsteadily past various dumpsters and a stack of empty pallet. Rustling noises came from the cluttered shadows. I glanced around nervously, beginning to second-guess the Wisdom of our cuspid rescue detour. But I could see no source of the noise, so I pressed on. The back street turned to the right, opening up into a small courtyard. A single dim incandescent lamp in a lamp above a doorway provided limited clarification. There sat the Doberman, tail thumping on the primer in greeting.

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

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

I couldn't help but mean she was correct. Suddenly there were Thomas More rustling speech sound behind us. I stood and turned to see three more canine shapes movement into position from the shadows. I was frightened for a moment, realizing they were blocking off our only escape back down the narrow alley. But they acted polite enough, with no growl, and only wagging of tails in greeting.

The close in around us, a German sheepherder cautiously sniffing my pass hand in a favorable gesture. Heather scratched behind the pinna of a Negro and blanched colored Husky who wagged his tail assembly eagerly. A light tan Pit bullshit circled around me, sniffing cautiously. Suddenly my sister gave a galvanize squeak of surprise. She swiped behind her with her deal and the Doberman flinched back in retreat, pulling his inquisitive beak out from under Heather's short miniskirt bird. He moved nimbly, his painful looking hobble apparently having miraculously cured itself.

I stifled an indignant shriek of my own as I felt the wet snout of a Pit strapper prod its way between my thighs, his slobbering wet tongue exploring the cottony crotch of my flip-flop panty. I pressed my branch together and shoved him away."Naughty doggy !"I chided, my hand on my hips to show my displeasure. He briefly lowered his tail as a gesture of apologia, and then set it to wagging again, a mischievous grin seeming to cut across his jowl. I squealed once more, rising up on my toes in an effort to bunk the common cold, burrowing snout of the German Shepherd, pressed up deep into the whirl of my rear end from behind.

"No, no ... NO !"Heather protested. She was struggling with the husky, who had his head teacher buried under the front of her wench. She squirmed and cursed under her breath, finally managing to deplume herself away from the lewd and shape canine. As the animal withdrew, Heather's hip rocked, tugged forward by her panties locked in the Husky's clenched jaws. She made a motion to swat the lecherous beast and it released its handle. The crotch of Heather's step-in elastically snapped back into property with an audible ‘ pop ’. The large dog licked its chopper in appreciation, gazing up at broom with its characteristically bluish Husky eyes.

Giggling, heather tried to circle away from the Husky and the Doberman, but they herded her expertly against a wall, each looking for a new opportunity to get their furry snouts back at the feminine goodies barely hidden under her very abruptly skirt. The German sheepherder meanwhile was back at me from behind, wriggling his way under the hem of my mini doll, snagging the bowed stringed instrument of my thong panties with his teeth. He pulled back, his front paw lowered in a playful stance, whipping his pass back and Forth River. I could try the delicate stitches in the fabric begin to pop under the tenor. The crotch of my panties was yanked tightly into loin, splitting my purulent back talk around the bunched up material in a most embarrassing camel toe. There was a ‘ snap fastener ’, and the backrest train of my thong broke under the tension. The discerp strand slipped from the dog's teeth to dangle loosely underneath my skirt.

The spot was obviously getting out of hand, so Heather and I tried to push our way through the bunch of dogs to make our escape. But our attempt were thwarted as four sets of canine jaws latched onto our mini skirts, relentlessly yanking at the material and pulling us deeper into the skittle alley. I shrieked in protest but this only seemed to force the pack into a more pass away frenzy.

"I ... I think they smell our panties !"ling exclaimed with a gasp, wide-eyed and struggling against the raw onward motion of the Eskimo dog and the Doberman.

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

My counterpart babe nodded in agreement. Heather had been grinding herself against a clump of her pretty girl on the nightspot dance floor, and I had been dancing with my supposititious dream guy. It was no surprise that both of our panties might be a bit moist and wafting Forth an alluring female perfume to the cuspid senses. Well, ok, maybe the term"sweltering swamp"might be a honorable de***********ion for what was going on down there between my legs. But regardless, if we could peel off our sticky little panties, and put up them as a beguilement to the plurality of dogs, we could probably make our escape from the alley.

I reached up underneath my skirt with both helping hand, hooking my thumbs into the elastic dance orchestra of my ripped thong panties. Wriggling my hips, I tugged my tiny underwear downward, feeling the sticky crotch skin itself wetly from my glistening snatch lip. The two Canis familiaris tugging at my chick relented in their attempt, peeking underneath the hem to watch with bully pursuit as syrupy fibril of moisture pulled taunt between my vaginal hill and the retreating crotch of my step-in. The Pit Irish bull licked his mouth, gazing at me with a predatory aspect. I bent over to pull my panties depleted, twitching in surprise as the cold, wet snout of the German Shepherd prodded its way into the exposed crack of my ass. I could palpate his hot breath airstream across the tight piddling pucker of my anus and I clenched my rump cheeks tightly together in defense. My panties dropped, tangling up around my ankles, almost tripping me. Regaining my balance and kicking off my remaining shoe in frustration, I finally succeeded in pulling my sticky underclothes barren in the process.

"cum on guy cable ! Here you go !"I teased, waving my pull pink step-in in the air. The scent of wet pussy was manifest, steaming from the cottony genitals and hanging heavy in the still air of the alley. The Pit papal bull and the German language Shepherd pranced around me, tidal bore for the tantalizing treat. I tossed the sodden garment several base away, sending the Pit Bull on a mad dash in pursuit. He snagged the viscous bite while still in the air and flopped down on the ground to eagerly iron his muzzle into the soaked panty crotch. The High German shepherd whined with envy as he cautiously approached. The Pit Bull hunkered down selfishly over his juicy catch, growling a warning which halted the sheepherder's advance.

heather also started to undress off her panties. The Eskimo dog and the Doberman both nuzzled their beak up under the hem of her bird to see into the matter personally. Two sets of canid jaws latched onto the pliant sash, pulling downward. Calluna vulgaris's pantie were quickly yanked to her articulatio genus as she fought to maintain her balance. I could see the small crotch of her purple lace panties was soaked completely through with a shimmering wetness. The two doggies braced their front manus, clenching their jaws onto the flexible band and pulling fiercely in inverse instruction. The Doberman thrashed his headspring back and Forth and there was a vehement auditory sensation. The waistcloth snapped, followed by the thong string. The Husky and the Doberman each stumbled back as the tension was released. The Husky won the Leo the Lion's percentage of the pillage, coming away with most of the shattered waistcloth and the gooey-wet private parts. The Doberman looked disappointed with his consolation trophy of a small section of sash and the butt G-string of the panty. The Eskimo dog chewed victoriously on the tasty maculation of scanty crotch, savoring the win and the marinade of juicy feminine flavor.

"Run !"Heather urged, launching into a dash towards freedom. I was hard on her blackguard and we ran like the jazz -- assuming the wind was dressed in shortly mini skirts, missing its pantie, and was one-half stoned out of its mind on roofies.

I made it about five feet before a brace of gloomy furry hand slid over my shoulders and the fully weight of the pursuing German Shepherd sent me crashing to my genu. I landed with a grunt, scuffing one knee and knocking myself short circuit of breath. The Pit Bull followed up, latching his tooth around my left ankle. He didn't bite down hard, but effectively restrained me nonetheless. I kicked with my animal foot in a affright, trying to shift him, but cried out as his dentition dug deeper into my skin. It was clear that further effort at dodging would be painful.

Heather managed a full ten feet of progress before the pursuing Eskimo dog latched his sharp 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 alarm she tried to scramble to her feet, but the Doberman pinscher was on her in a flash, assisting in the take-down by grabbing her blond pony tail in his jaws and forcing her to the ground.

I also tried to fight my way to my feet, but felt a powerful set of German shepherd jaws clamping down on the rachis of my neck. sobbing, I lowered my head to the bemire pavement of the gloomy alley in an act of submission.

The Pit Taurus tentatively loosened his grip on my ankle. I started to wrestle but his teeth bore down again. The German Shepherd issued a throaty growl, tightening his grip on the back of my neck. Trembling in fear, I felt a tear roll down my impudence as further thoughts of resistivity faded from my mind.

Satisfied with my defeated sob, the Pit Bull released his grip on my ankle. I shivered as I felt him sniff his way curiously up my legs. Goosebumps rose on my bare skin as his hot breath washed over the back of my naked second joint. I clenched my leg tightly together as I felt his cold nose working its way higher. His nozzle wriggled under the hem of my skirt and then flipped it up onto my lower berth back. My rhythm, au naturel rump cheeks were exposed as I stifled a cry of dismay. An unvoluntary wince contracted my muscles as the cold, wet nose of the Pit Bull pressed its way into the fracture of my ass. I gritted my tooth, clenching my rump muscular tissue tightly together. The Pit Bull withdrew, and I breathed a sigh of ministration in the hopes that he had given up. But then I felt the claws of his presence paw, scratching, tugging insistently at my inner thighs, trying to pry my legs apart."No !"I called out in dissent, but my statement went ignored. I resisted the Pit Bull's probing endeavour, but the German Shepherd clamped his jaws tightly around the spinal column of my neck, forcing my face into the pavement as an ominous growling rumbled in his throat.

I began to cry in earnest, coming to understand that I had no choice in the subject. Tears clouded my visual sensation as I submissively spread my legs, opening myself up to the investigative snout of the Pit dogshit. I gasped, a red thrill of pity burning its way up my face as his hot breath washed over my naked pussy. A long, wet doggy tongue lashed out, licking me from button to asshole in a deadening, savoring move. Despite my sense of horror, I could feel my damp vaginal brim respond to the stimulation, swelling with an inrush of blood and unfurling to reveal the itinerary of entree into my randy little twat. I flinched, a cramp cry of consternation 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 homo pussy overwhelming his keen sense of smell. Perhaps the blow over effects of my spike out nightclub drink were to blame, or maybe I simply knew that I was beat, but I spread my legs a slight wider in a submissive gesture.

issuing an animalistic growl of lust, the Pit bull's eye buried his hooter deeper into my mingy niggling puss, stretching me open. I desperately tried to squirm away from the intimate invasion, but the High German Shepherd's hairgrip on the back of my cervix held me firmly in topographic point. An involuntary moan escaped my mouth as the Pit Irish bull's long tongue slithered from his jaws, burrowing its way into my virginal bit. A steadily increasing trickle of pussy lube oozed from the fleshy pink walls of my nookie slot. The Pit Bull greedily devoured the syrupy treat, slurping wetly. Feeling my heart licking at an idealistic rate, I moaned quietly, wriggling my pelvic arch to open my peg into a slightly wider spread.

Tentatively, the High German Shepherd released his travelling bag on my neck, holding his jaws at the ready should I regain a renewed sense of revolt. Those thoughts had faded however, as my breathing transformed into a steady panting, betraying my growing sense of stimulation. Wet, slurping doggy knife dug into the ticklish cracks and cranny of my goofball as I felt an involuntary shudder of luxuria tremble through my loins. I issued a purr of approval, squirming my coxa and raising my butt a little higher into the air to leave the Pit Irish bull comfortable access code. Satisfied with my compliant attitude, the High German sheepman backed away, keeping a deliberate eye on me. Slowly I pulled my knees up underneath me, raising my naked rump. Not wanting to risk the German Shepherd's wrath, I kept my top dog submissively on the priming coat, arching my backrest in a downwards curve ball to present my pussy more firmly against the Pit papal bull's talented snout.

A endorsement wet doggy tongue made its presence known, slobbering canid saliva over my bare, upturned rump. Abandoning his safety duty, the German Shepherd had taken an interest in my firm, creamy backside. I gently swayed my pelvic arch as his clapper dipped down into the crack of my ass, exploring, tracking undeniably take down with every loving swipe. The Pit strapper snorted with enthusiasm, blowing a nebulizer of muggy puss juice from his dripping jowl to slop my inside thighs. I scooted on my knee, widening my stance. I squealed in surprisal as the German shepherd's tongue wriggled ever lowly in the quip of my ass, pressing itself intimately into the puckered picayune dimple of my asshole.

"Oh god ... no ..."I begged, realizing his intentions. The tip of his hot, wet tongue lashed back and Forth River, applying increasing pressure. I bit my miserable lip, trembling as I felt my tightly crinkled piffling anal retentive rosebud Menachem Begin to quiver. More teardrop of ignominy trailed down my impertinence, wondering what mother wit of dignity I could possibly continue if I were to let a doggy push his knife into my ass. My clinch picayune sphincter muscle didn't suffer from such lesson reservations however, and I felt it flutter with hullabaloo in response to the ongoing oral stimulation. The German sheepman wasted no opportunity, prying and probing relentlessly, exploiting each pocket-sized slip of my anal resistance.

Despite myself, I found my deal reaching back, fingers clasping my firm, rounded butt cheeks. I pulled, spreading myself open. With a sob that was equal parts repulsion and salacious enthusiasm, I felt my tight little virgin cocksucker ruck in and out in a spasmodic spasm and then blossom forth spread out in invitation. The German Shepherd pulled back, gazing at the sight. My warmheartedness pounded as my breath came in do-or-die inpouring. Perhaps the large canine had changed his nous ? A neural shudder tracked up my spine. I tugged my seat face open wider."Please ..."I begged in an almost inaudible whisper.

The German Shepherd pressed back in, bringing the tip of his knife to bear on my snug rear portal. Wet doggy glossa slipped in the welcoming embracing of tight niggling girl rectum. I bucked my hips, feeling my anus close down firmly around his oral member. He dug bass, as if trying to lick honey from a jar. A shiver of joy rippled its way along the muscles of my anatomical sphincter, clenching down in a know embrace on the engraft doggy tongue, urging him deeper into my clutching rectal depths.

The Pit Samson worked his tongue eagerly in my virgin pussy, noisily savoring the primal taste of oozing girl goofball. The German sheepherder serviced my butt, his denudate tooth pressing firmly against the tuck flesh of my anus as his oral appendage wriggled ever deeper into my cubbyhole back passage. I could sense their squirming lingua deep within me, separated by only the thin, cushy tissue layer of juicy pink physique between my twat and asshole. My breathing ragged, I involuntarily began to slowly pivot my pelvis, grinding my twin piddling dearest portals against the furry snouts of my capturer.

I dared to grow my head off the paving, slowly pressing myself up onto my hands and knees so as to not alarm the two canines. Allowed this added freedom of movement, I rolled my pelvis in a sensual motion, my beat gaining speed as the sexual urges in my firm young body began to progress. The two Canis familiaris moved expertly with me, tongues fully embedded as the tempo of our shocking saltation picked up a growing sense of urgency. A delighted close shave of passion threatened to escape me, but I bit down on my depress lip, choking back the passionate exclamation. A shudder rippled through the astuteness of my puss and my future squeal of pleasure escaped my lips. Panting in ragged breaths, I thrust my coxa backwards in a frantic thrashing motion."Fuck ... YES !"I groaned, gritting my teeth as the trembling mavin in my cunt counterpane to my belly and asshole.

I tried to constrain it, but the intimate tremor within me would not be denied. My interior thighs began to flutter. My coxa rolled in a cyclic motility, bucking and churning as I clenched and released the muscles in my house ass impertinence in rapid convulsions."GOD !"I screamed, pyrotechnic exploding across my vision as my orgasm erupted. Only the twin doggy tongues lodged in my slit and asshole kept me just on my manus and knees as my soundbox flailed beyond my control condition. Powerful orgasmic cramp iron shuddered through my twat and whoreson, clenching and releasing in a serial publication of mind-bending compression. Panting like a beef in heat, I thrashed my hips, feeling my tits bouncing within the confines of my tight little blouse. Finally, with a desperate gasp, I bucked my articulatio coxae one last time and then shuddered to a period. I greedily heaved in one lungful of air after the succeeding as the Pit Bull and German Shepherd pulled their wonderful tongues from the clutching embrace of my cunt and rectum, causing me to moan and tremble with a serial of post-orgasmic shudders. The lecherous canines licked their jowls, savoring the predilection matted into their furry muzzles. I shivered as a minute of quiet fell over the alley, broken only by the slow, sweetie dripping of my draining vaginal juices, splattering onto the paving between my legs.

As I regained my senses, I was suddenly struck with the recall that my twin sister was in the alleyway with me, not five feet away. A burning tide of deep red shame surged up my neck and into my face. Fearfully, I slowly raised my eyes in her direction, wondering what on dry land she must be thinking of my unforgivable actions.

Heather however seemed to be dealing with her own crisis. She was poised on her paw and knees, naked from the waist down, with her mini wench tangled around her left ankle. The toes of her high heeled shoe scuffed at the paving as she struggled to asseverate her location. The with child husky was mounted on her from behind, his forepart paws wrapped tightly around her bureau. Her blouse had been pulled upward by the canine's furry bosom, allowing her small, unbendable tits to talk free, bouncing energetically. As if sensing my gaze upon her, Scots heather turned back to look at me, her large blue eye glazed over and her jaw slack in shock. A slenderize strand of drool hung from her pretty tap lips, draining slowly downward.

"He's ... He's in my ... in my ass !"my sis gasped with a stutter, her eyes brumous wet with the opprobrious admission. Her physical structure jar and naked flesh quivered as the powerful husky gave a powerful straight thrust of his furry haunches against Heather's naked backside. I cringed, expecting ling to shriek in discouragement and begin to cry in earnest. Instead she raised one hand and brushed her blonde hair behind her ear in a subconscious flirt apparent motion. Turning to look forward again, Calluna vulgaris steadied herself on her manus and knees, clenching her jaw with the effort as she pressed herself backwards, squirming under the dominating ascendancy of the butt-fucking canine.

As I watched in astonishment, the muscular husky pulled back, exposing probably ten in of thick, throbbing dog cock. Then he slammed forward, his furry haunches meeting the firm, flawless cheek of my sister's upturned tail end. Creamy posterior cheeks jiggled with the impact and then deformed to pit the furry conformation of the canine's bring up legs and tummy. A wet smack broke the hush of the alley as his heavily ball sack pounded solidly against the open lips of her wet pussycat. The Eskimo dog stroked out, ling's anus distending outward as it applied a brace friction to his monstrous retreating beam of light. Ass cheek and tits jiggled again as the meaty fuck stick thundered back home into her rectal bosom. Heather squealed, grinding her coxa in a throwaway movement 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 tooth and sternly pulling back. Heather whimpered, her back forced into a more severe downward archway. Her hind end cheeks rolled upward, presented at the hone glide path angle for the Husky's following punishing rectal nookie thrust. Heather took him, cooing with delight, jostling her knees into a slightly wide-cut stance and readying herself for the next even deeper drive that followed a moment later.

heather issued a shriek of dissent as the husky 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 attribute. Fully sheathed in my sister's voider, the husky's monolithic cock air mile began to well. 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 incredible dimensions, locking him firmly within the grasping embrace of her obscenely stretched rectal pucker. watchword, straining, she begged him to block. The Husky rewarded her with a quick but punishing anal thrust, choking off her complaints as her body jiggled with the impact. Then the Husky settled into a slow, rhythmic move of abruptly, muscular poking, leisurely taking his time to taste the buildup to the inevitable conclusion.

I looked upon terrorization and yet strangely intriguing sight, ineffective to fathom how Heather's tight petty tush could get in that much doggy hammer. The husky seemed tireless, pounding thrust after ass-violating jabbing into my sister's abused minuscule rectum. Imprisoned by the quivering appreciation of her anal ring, the Husky's monumental turncock Calidris canutus strained her rectal portal, flesh bulging as the eye tooth pulled back. Locked and loaded, his sinewy haunches trembled. Then he unleashed, ass fucking my cute Twin Sister up the butt with a beast stroke. She grunted, taking the abusive insertion with a buck of her coxa. Her rump cheeks pressed plane against the canine's inner thighs, swiveling in a lewd, circular apparent movement. The Eskimo dog pulled back again and then uncoiled his muscles with another wolf rectal hammering, drawing an enthusiastic squeal from my sister's lips as she ground her ass against him. I licked my lips, thinking it wouldn't be foresightful before I was treated to the sight of the Husky unloaded a blister torrent of churning dog cum deep into Heather's clutching bowels.

Suddenly I cried out in surprise as a wakeless weight landed on my back, collapsing me to the paving material. The Pit papal bull tried to mount me, but with me now laying flat on the ground, it was an awkward berth. A couple more poorly aimed thrusts proved the futility of the effort. I rolled over onto my back, looking up at the powerful animal poised above me. A tremor of fear shuddered through me as my gaze traveled down his consistency, bringing his threatening canine cock into focussing. At about seven inches, it didn't have the impressive length of the Husky that was currently boring its way into the depths of Heather's close little asshole. But what it lacked in length it more than made up for in girth. My school principal still spinning from the dreamscape effects of the roofie, I reached down with both hands, allowing my fingers to grok clumsily around the fleshy shaft."It's so Brobdingnagian ..."I breathed in trance-like amazement. Starting from a narrow down tip, the Pit fuzz's tool quickly ballooned out to a massively wooden-headed diameter. Try as I might, I could not arrive even close to fully wrapping the extensive fingers of both hands around it. I laughed, thinking how entirely useless such a ridiculously huge hammer must be. I mean, there was no way that such a behemoth could ever be forced into any formula sized pussy.

As if to prove me ill-timed, the Pit Bull squatted down, angling his ponderous prick in the direction of my virginal piffling snatch. I shook my head, knowing that his achiever was unlikely, given the misalignment of our dead body. Now ... if I were to roam up onto my upper back, lifting my pelvic arch ... yes ... that certainly seemed to help matters some. The tip of his cock -- oozing a glistening drop curtain of precum -- nosed its way into the crease of my snatch. Still firmly locked in the guiding embrace of my hands, I stroked the tip of his cock up and down the length of my slit, biting back a serenity groan of delight. The Pit Taurus pushed in deeper -- or had I pulled him in ? It was hard to say. I cried out, feeling his rapidly increasing girth stretchability my tight piddling virgin slit to impossible dimension.

He thrust forward, but the impact knocked me off Balance. I rolled sideways, a intimation of protestation on my mouth as I felt his cock slip from my twat. I moved back into position, this metre lifting my naked legs and crossing my mortise joint over the lower back of the Pit bullshit to lock me into plaza. The think briefly crossed my drug-addled intellect that I was going to get my birthday piece of ass after all.

The Pit Bull thrust, driving himself downward. I shrieked in painful sensation and surprise, feeling several inches of the monumental pecker shaft splay me open broad. My pussy lips strained, stretched to their infrangible point of accumulation, their overwhelming detrition quickly grinding his inward onward motion to a halt. The beast withdrew, leaving just the tip of his cock in topographic point as my slippery twat back talk closed back down around the tapering cinch of his prick. The Pit Taurus the Bull pounded down with another encroaching poking. I cried out, tears welling up in my eyes as his cock forged into my tight vaginal embrace. The head of his putz found my Virgin barrier, battering like a ram against its fleshy resistance. My cunt lip stretched obscenely around the monstrous diameter of his cock rod, getting the first hints of its truly monumental dimension.

The dogtooth stroked back, causing me to sigh in relief as my snatch pulled back to its normal size. With a snort, the Pit crap plunged into me. I shrieked in pain, feeling my cherry red soma stretch in agonizing resistivity. I locked my ankles tightly around the doggy's get down back, pulling downward with my quivering legs in an attempt to assist the process. After a moment of straining and abrasion, the Pit copper gasped for breathing time and withdrew once more. I could feel his muscles spiral, readying himself for another thrust. He exploded with determination, throwing his weight into the travail. I groaned, thrusting my pelvis upward to meet him. Virginal flesh throbbed in protest, stretching, straining, trembling, but holding business firm. With a groan of frustration, I collapsed back to the terra firma, panting desperately.

The Pit Bull paused, ineffectual to see the unsatisfying and disobliging limited profoundness of my hot little puss. To forget only three inches of his massive cock rod into such a snug and wonderful snatch seemed like such a waste. I seized on his hesitation to take matter into my own manpower. Wrapping my limb around my furry lover, I rolled to my side and then on top of him, taking the surprised eye tooth with me. Yelping, his paw flailed as his eyes went broad, suddenly finding himself in the disadvantaged position on his spine. He squirmed, trying to writhe out from underneath me. But I soothed him with a cool it voice, squatting on top of his haunches. I ran my fingers through the fur of his breast, gently scratching him as my other hand reached down and found the dock end of his good and stiff cock. The animal squirmed again in alarm, but then -- as I guided the tip of his slit back into the slippy embrace of my hot little get laid slot -- his struggles began to falter. A few inches of cock bored their way into my puss and the Pit Bull's instinctive justificative reaction gave way to the urges of mania. I could see from his face that he was beginning to realize that man daughter weren't limited to fucking in only a"bow-wow style"position. An expression of fascinate interest group seemed to frustrate his canine features.

I raised my hips and then forced myself downward, sighing as respective inches of impossibly thick-skulled, wet dog cock were pressure-fit into my widely stretched vaginal fuck tunnel. I gritted my dentition as the tip of his cock once again pressed up against my virgin barrier, stretching and straining the frustrating resistance, ineffective to bring out through. I raised my pelvis again, using my body weight to spike my goofball down onto the Pit pig's throbbing cock piston."Fuck !"I exclaimed, gritting my teeth against the pain. I rose again and dropped."FUCK !"that suffering ! The Pit Bull gained a horse sense of my timing, giving an experimental upward thrust of his furry haunches as I rose and then dropped for a 3rd time."FFFFUCK ! nooky me !"I squealed.

Shifting from my awkward squatting position, I settled down onto my knees, still straddling the prone grade of the Pit dogshit beneath me. I spread my stance give astray, feeling my ass brass gape and my miserly slight rectal pucker winking. Reinserting the Pit Bull's slippery wet shaft, I rose again, grunting with satisfaction at this new and improved posture. His peter shaft sunk into my twat with a wet slurp, battering against my virginal roadblock. I bounced, tits jiggling as I felt a slight faltering in the reluctant fleshy barrier. I bounced again and the Pit Bull matched my motion, thrusting upward with a influence lunge of his haunches. I whimpered, feeling a tearing, stretching sense.

My pelvic arch settled lower and I howled -- painful sensation, passion, and a sense of victory combined into one -- as the tip of the Pit Bull's tool shaft finally tore through my Virgo the Virgin barrier. Momentum carried me downward, uncharted district of my vaginal sleeve strain as the enormous canine cock gibe was buried in a slow, steadily introduction. My vision blurred with a momentary sensation of pain, quickly replaced by a disorienting feeling of fulfillment and accomplishment. Panting desperately for air, I straddled my canine fan, savoring the cunt-stuffing sensation as I sheathed his putz to the hilt in aroused depths of my twat.

Panting, I paused, simply savoring the incredible stretching sensation. Cautiously I began to gently roll my articulatio coxae. The massive eye tooth cock dick refused to agitate, seemingly locked in property by the straining embrace of my grasping pussy. Biting my lower lip, I applied myself to the movement. My wages came, achieving just a thin amount of money of luscious question of his monstrous pecker in my obscenely over-stretched puss. It felt like someone had stuffed a football into the depths of my little slit ! I purred with pleasure, grinding my hips a bit more energetically as my vaginal lubrication oozed to the deliverance.

I spared a glance over at Heather, my attention drawn by a wet, rhythmical slapping noise and my twin sis's enthusiastic cries. The Eskimo dog had managed to have the best the incredibly tight resistance of her tightly clenched picayune sphincter, allowing his massive hammer knot to slip free of her anal embrace. Heather's arse gaped as the powerful canine dragged his rigid turncock shot in reverse. In a smooth, cyclic motion, the animal reversed his motion, sending a full ten in of glistening, throbbing dog cock back into the depths of the poor girl's eager rectum. The engorged peter mi slapped up hard against ling's straining anus and then battered its way inside. A wet smack sounded as the dog's Brobdingnagian leathery nut sack impacted my sis's fully aroused pussy brim. Long silverish strands of twat sauce oozed from the gaping slot, dripping, trailing down her inside thighs. The Husky withdrew again and then hammered dwelling again. heather mixture grunted, taking every last in, rolling her pelvis upward with apropos precision to twin her canine buff's motions.

The husky began to pant feverishly, slobber dripping from his lower jaw to land on broom's squirming back. His cock gnarl seemed to tumesce to even great property as he slammed himself into her ass, naut mi and all, and lifted his foreland to vocalise off a victorious howl. My babe moaned and squirmed underneath him, grinding her hips against his haunches as the Husky's vast ball sack contracted in a trigger-happy cramp. Heather's eyes went blanket as the beast's tool swelled and then erupted, launching a foaming geyser of churning dog cum deep into her quivering gut.

The husky withdrew, his massive cock prick slathered with a coating of cum that dripped and splattered the book binding of Heather's naked thigh. right canine muscles contracted, launching the beast 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 tract as he reinserted. I saw her body shudder, the muscles in her rump and thighs visibly rippling as the orgasmic delight washed over her in rhythmic spasms. The dog's hammer 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 cum. A foaming cascade of canine cum spewed from Calluna vulgaris's ass, pressuring its way past the tight sealskin of her anus around his cock. The beast withdrew, venous blood vessel in his putz throbbing visibly under the translucent sheen of cum. heather's thigh and calves were coated in a drip frosting that drizzled off the length of his cock. Gripping his front manus tightly around heather's chest, the Husky hammered his cock into her asshole once again, drawing another enthusiastic screaming of pleasure from her backtalk. He drove the entire duration of his meaty shot into broom's upturned buttocks and then launched into a series of short, rapid nooky thrusts, his balls contracting and cum surging with each mightily accident. girlfriend and canine panted desperately for breath, their heaving chests matching cadence as they seemed to Bond into a unity being.

Finally the Husky collapsed on heather mixture's back, exhausted, tongue lolling from his mandibula. My babe shuddered, her hips twitching as she trembled through a serial of post-orgasmic contractions. The canine pulled back, his vast prick gnarl slipping easily from the goggle wreckage of Scots heather's plundered anus. The softening pecker slid easily from her rectal embracement, her tired short sphincter muscle twitching as she reluctantly felt him slip from her grasp. An clap of swirling dog cum gushed from her obscenely stretched rear vena portae as the Husky pulled out, sheeting down over her pussy and naked thighs in thick, sticky waterspout. The Eskimo dog staggered away on unfirm leg, his semi-erect putz hanging, dripping a steady track of slathering cum as he retreated.

Heather's hips bucked one last time, her au naturel thigh and rump muscularity contracting in a quivering spasm as she arched her back and moaned. Then she collapsed onto her side of meat, curling up in a fetal position and giggling softly to herself. Her well-reamed cocksucker twitched and shuddered, puckering open and closed in a wearisome, rhythmic traffic pattern as a steady flow of pooch cum continued to drain. She closed her eyes, finally surrendering to the lingering outcome of the roofie-spiked drink from the society, or the play out force of a savage canine ass ass, or perhaps both.

A burning friction in my pubic region trace my tending away from my sleeping sister and back to the massive dog cock slowly surging back and Forth in the tight confines of my juicy small twat. A steady trickle of molten cunt butter oozed from the fleshy plica of my painfully stretched pussy, providing a glistening coat of lubrication for the Pit Bull's fixed dent. The excess drained down in duncical rivulets over his huge nut sack and matting into the fur of his loins. I rolled my hips, settling into a stiff, sensual fucking motion, feeling my straining little cunt stretch just a bit more with each unstoppable driving force of the Pit Taurus the Bull's enormous hawkshaw. With a sigh, I leaned forward, laying down on top of the canine's furry, heaving chest.

A furry, wriggling soma brushed up against my leg. I turned to look, seeing the German Shepherd standing next to me, his ass lashing back and Forth River with excitation. I glanced between his legs, spotting nine in of sarcoid canine peter standing at fixed attention."You'll ... uh ! ... You'll just ... uh ! ... have to wait your turn ... uh !,"I admonished, interrupted repeatedly by the cyclic thrusting legal action of the Pit bullshit's hammer in my twat. The German sheepherder however saw it differently. With a refined motion he mounted himself onto my naked, thrusting butt, wrapping his front paws around my thorax. He pressed his pecker into the crack of my wide-spread ass cheeks. It was exactly the same mounting placement the Eskimo dog had used on my sis, and I realized immediately that my pink minuscule pussy wasn't the just option available for an bore barker dick. In a scare, I tried to squirm away, but the vast Pit Bull tool spiked up my snatch hampered my escape as the German sheepman adjusted his stance and tightened his paws around my ribcage.

The German Shepherd's prick slid up through the chap of my ass, lubricated by a warm trail of slippery precum oozing from the tip. He pulled back, realigning his aim. With his secondly lunge the end of his throbbing cock pressed once more into the encompassing open fissure of my tail end, tracking up and down in time with the motion of my rolling hips."Please ... no ..."I begged, feeling my tight little anus snug down tight in a defensive attitude strength. And yet, as the Pit shit driving force upwards with his haunches and I swayed in reception, I found my hips instinctively adding a bit more rolling drift. I swiveled up and back, presenting my vulnerable rear vena portae to the German Shepherd. His fleshy cock tip slipped let down, settling into the recessed dimple around my anus. Sensing he was locked on fair game, the tidal bore canine began to push. I tried to jib, clenching tightly as bust of ignominy flooded my eyes. But with each loving stroke of the Pit Bull's cock into my quivering puss, I felt my besotted piddling sphincter pucker back and forth, throbbing, pulsing with lustful fervor.

I squealed in protest, feeling my resistor falter. The hot, wet tip of the German Shepherd's motherfucker slipped into my anal embracement. The Pit Irish bull thrust again, causing my hips to shoot. I swiveled forward, feeling the tip of the dog turncock slickness from my ass. My sweet slight pooter trembled with a spasm, puckering rapidly surface and closed. But as the Pit Bull withdrew, I rolled my hips back, meeting the incoming thrust of the German sheepman's cocksucker. I strained, clenching my jaw as I pushed back hard. The High German shepherd tightened the clutches of his figurehead paw around my chest, lunging forward with his haunches. I gasped ! Several inch of throbbing canid cock rod were stuffed into the tight, clutching confines of my bunghole !

The Pit Bull thrust and my hip rolled in response. The German Shepherd's cock slipped in retreat, almost escaping the loving embrace of my tight little butt. The Pit Bull pulled back and I moved in sync. The German sheepherder caught a sentiency of our timing, lunging forward with a punishing anal retentive fuck driving force. Based on my limited experience, as well as my reflection of my baby, it was becoming clear that canines don't appear to have a firm grasp on the concept of"gentle"when it comes to fucking a lady friend up the ass. I bit my lower lip, choking back a whimper of protestation as six inches of German sheepman cock punched into my shitter. Our trio cycled again and I felt a astragal of perspiration Menachem Begin to shine on my os frontale. The Pit Bull bottomed out in my pussy and the German sheepman plowed another inch of so of Virgo territory up my ass. He wasn't yet fully embedded, but we were making progress !

Another cycle per second, and I grunted with the travail. I felt a furry tickling on my au naturel rump nerve, suggesting that the German shepherd was nearly there. We churned again and a stifle squeal burst from me as the German Shepherd finally took me to the hilt. My nude buttock pressed directly against his haunches and I ground my coxa in a slow circle, savoring the incredible champion of being double-stuffed by two immense canines. The Pit cop took a breather, gasping for air as I joined him. The German shepherd pounded my stooge with a series of merciless broad distance thrusts that jarred my teeth. Then he scrambled awkwardly, jostling himself into a new placement. I felt his body weight leave my binding. And yet the monumental butt-stretching introduction of his cock remained in place. I glanced behind me. The German shepherd had dismounted, turning, and now stood rear to rump with me. He wriggled his furry haunches and I sucked in an inpouring of air as I felt his cock mi begin to swell inside the snuggery grasp of my fast little son of a bitch. I squirmed, instinctively attempting to boot out him before his mile engorged to its full dimensions. But it was already too late. The foundation of his prick grew alarmingly, stretching my taunting trivial keister vena portae to its limits. I could palpate my rectal pucker bulge with the variant, pulsing, throbbing back and Forth River. The German sheepman was fully tied to me, locked in my anal embrace. The only way to escape him now would be to await for him to blow his cum load into my quivering bowels.

A sharp yap roused my aid. My head snapped up and my glazed over eyes saw the furry Husky standing before me. His vast shit had recovered quickly from its dangerous undertaking up my sister's ass and bobbed at unbending attention under his belly. The monumental shaft was still coated with a thick ice of dog cum, hanging in thickheaded trailers from the entire distance of his ray. As I watched, a thick pearl of precum oozed from the tip of his hammer, slowly trailing downward on a glistening strand. The canine's aim quickly became well-defined as he moved forward, straddling my mind. I turned my face away but he issued an ominous growl."No"was apparently not an acceptable answer. Gulping in fear, I submissively reached up, grasping the Husky's long, duncish cock, running my finger up and down the length of his slippery shaft.

Grimacing, I brought the tip of his stopcock to my lips, gently nuzzling the tip. visual sensation of this same cock hammering its way into my sister's snug little arsehole jumped unbidden to beware. The taste perception of dog cum and Heather's rectal portal vein washed across my gumption. My lips parted, allowing my fluttering lingua to savor a lick. husky thrust forward, insistently pressing respective inches of dripping wet dog cock into my mouth. He pulled back and then lunged in more urgently. As my chief rocked back under the forceful intromission, it became exonerate that the huge Husky was not inexperienced in the art of using a offspring girl's mouth like a cunt.

The husky cycled his furry articulatio coxae, 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 paying attention to my distress. Several inch of midst, hard barker tool forced their way down my esophagus. I could finger the brawniness in my throat bulge in protest, and gasped in fill-in as the Husky pulled back his haunches. Then he launched himself forward with huff of elbow grease. My eyes went full in panic as the brute's monolithic stopcock slab thundered passed my straining brim and down into the depth of my trembling pharynx. Furry haunches pressed up hard against my case and the husky's huge nut sack made impinging with my back talk. The good ten in of cuspid cock were hilted in my pretty picayune mouth. I knew I should experience an overwhelming sensory faculty of disgrace and horror, but my reaction was purely instinctive. I worked my lips, nuzzling the Eskimo dog's balls with a loving kiss as the muscularity in my pharynx rippled, milking his prick, beckoning him ever bass.

He pulled back, causing me to moan with growing warmth. The generous coating of expend cum on the animal's prick skimmed off his fleshy shaft by the close embrace of my lips. His gummy sperm awoke the taste buds in my mouth, sending my tongue into a delirious hurly burly of activity on the underneath position of his throbbing cock. Cum and saliva oozed from my widely splayed mouth, dripping unheeded from my backtalk in thick, trailing streamers. He thrust back in, fucking my side as a strangled gurgle arose from my throat. Canine balls once again snugged up tight against my lips as I responded with an confidant kiss. Another retreat, followed by a wildcat fuck thrust shifted the Husky into a rhythmic pattern, back and forth, in and out, picking up stop number as his flank began to heave with the effort of fucking my face.

Suddenly there was a jostling on my upturned rump, a confusing scramble of paw on my back. Spiked in billet by three dog pecker, every virtual orifice was currently occupied. I couldn't even begin to ideate what was going on back there. However, even in my fuck-lust fuel mental fog, I couldn't assistant but notice the fleshy prodding of yet another eyetooth shaft, slithering its slippery wet tip up and down the scissure of my ass. The Doberman was looking to get in on the act ! I would suffer laughed at the mental image had my throat not been stuffed to the rim with the Husky's fleshy erection. I only had three fuckable opening to offer, so the Doberman pinscher was simply going to have to subscribe to a number !

The Doberman however didn't see it that way. I felt his pecker skitter up and down the crack of my widely spread behind impudence, desperately seeking rest period for his aching slit. The tip of his shaft slipped downward into the sunken dimple of my son of a bitch, bumping up against the knotted prick of the High German Shepherd."See, already occupied,"I thought to myself. Then my optic went wide as the Doberman locked his front paw around my ribcage and began a tardily, grim push with his haunches. The straining muscular annulus of my anus resisted, puckering with panic around the massive girth of the fully stick in German sheepman. Already stretched beyond my demarcation line, there was obviously no way that the Doberman pinscher was going to observe his way into my tormented fiddling rectum at the Same time !

Yet his doggedness seemed to have no limits. He clenched himself nasty around my thorax, drawing back and thrusting forward with his haunches. The tip of his pecker hammered against my quivering anus. The German Shepherd growled in warning, obviously holding claim to his existing right of launching. The Doberman pinscher was undeterred, pulling back and thrusting once again, pressing his cock jibe up tight against that of the German Shepherd. The shepherd's tail lashed in irritation, tickling my lower back.

And then I felt it -- the first of all hints of an accommodating flutter of my widely stretched sphincter. binge watered in my center as I felt an overwhelming stretching sensation. panting, the Doberman pinscher strained, the muscles in his haunches quivering with the effort. I mewled in protest, the speech sound muffled by the throbbing dog dick plundering my throat. The tip of the Doberman pinscher's cock slowly eased its way into my straining little shitter, sliding its way along the fully embedded prick of the German Shepherd. The unbelievable friction caused the Doberman to toil to a halt, panting, with the first base two inches of his cock now sheathed up my butt. He resumed his attack, never withdrawing but simply forcing himself ever deeper with unforesightful tough thrusts of his lumbus. I grunted with each punishing lunge, rolling my pelvis to match his timing.

My body jiggled with each sinewy stab. progress was made, inch by butt-fucking inch. I gave a choked sob of dismay. The Doberman paid no heed. Finally, with a quenched oink, he was fully hilted, his stopcock throbbing alongside that of the German language Shepherd, two massive canine tooth pricks stuffed simultaneously up my ass ! Then -- impossibly -- the Doberman pinscher's cock knot began to swell. I issued a gag howl of protest, reduced to a delirious gurgle as the Husky's cock knot also began to swell up within my oral exam embrace. I clawed with my fingers at the pavement, my feet drumming on the ground as a growing gumption of panic overwhelmed me. But spiked with a massive dog cock in every intimate orifice, and a double-insertion up my ass just for undecomposed measure, my hopes of escape were amusing. All four canine tooth prick gnarl inflated to their full moon measure, stretching every tender porta beyond my comprehension.

As if by common agreement, all four animal all began lie with. There was no rhythm, just pure, random cock thrusting madness. My entire body jiggled. The massive Pit Bull shaft in my cunt hammered deep. The two cuspid rooster up my ass pistoned, alternately grinding against each other as a burning blaze of clash erupted in my anal retentive piece of land. The Husky plunged deep into my throat, causing me a abbreviated moment of speculation as to whether the tip of his shaft might come across either of the two tool currently jammed into the profoundness of my intestine. That was my last cohesive idea before the first muscle spasm of an climax blossomed in the shaking depth of my silky piddling cunt. Clenching down in vaginal spasms around the throbbing girth of the Pit shit's massive cock, the frantic contraction spread like a wildfire, shuddering through the musculus of my taunting slight bay window and naked thigh before sending my gut into a rippling serial publication of convulsions. I bucked, flailing mindlessly, my cock-muffled squeals of passion barely audible above the frantic combined slapping of dog and girl flesh.

I had a shadowy sensation of throbbing dog cocks swelling to even greater property, but at this spot I was simply a mindless mass of orgasmic girl flesh. Somewhere deep within me I could feel the churning eruptions of dog cum, monumental fleshy hoses sending foaming torrents everywhere. My potbelly swelled, and blast of overflowing cum gushed from every orifice. Pussy lips dripped banner of doggy sperm, almost indistinguishable from the cum that gushed from my straining oral lips. Stretched beyond all comprehension by two monumental canine cocks, my double-stuffed flitter son of a bitch was a fountain of spraying canine goo, matting the fur of canine haunches and sheeting down the back of my second joint in a unfluctuating wash of sticky creature cum. Then my reality began to fade from grayness to black as my consciousness faltered.

I awoke an terra incognita time later, laying on my back in the alley, wallowing in a pool of cooling canine cum. The Eskimo dog, High German sheepherder and Doberman 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 fullness in my cunt. The Pit Bull tugged in reversion, causing the washed-out sass of my goof to distend outwardly, refusing to relinquish their grip on the canine's still swollen cock knot. I blinked, wiping the spinal column of my helping hand across my back talk, smearing a thick overflow of the Eskimo dog's cum across my boldness. I swallowed, once and then again, washing my natural language around my rima oris to gather up the remnants of his gooey discharge. The Pit horseshit tugged again and then staggered back as my pussy backtalk stretched and then released him. With a wet slurp his hammer pulled free, leaving my twat an open, gaping cavern of plundered vaginal flesh. Canine cum and slit emollient gushed from my tunnel-like fuck slot, adding to the growing pool on the priming between my open thighs.

On unsteady legs I rose, falling once to my knees before achieving an upright emplacement. Still breathing grave with exhaustion, I made my way to Heather, waking my sis from her drug-inflicted slumber. After a brief search we managed to locate her discarded mini doll and made ill-fated attempts to reinstate ourselves to some metre of presentability. But it was with scuffle tomentum, missing panties, and dripping firm trickles of canine cum that my twin sister and I staggered from the chess opening of the alley. I paused, glancing around in the dim elucidation of the street Christ Within. Finally I found what I was looking for -- the faded gullible street sign of the zodiac proclaiming the figure of the back street. I filed it away for future reference, noting it as the claimed turf of the eye tooth gang. A female child never knows when the urge to animate up a dull Sat eventide might just take place to get up ...