Puzzling at my scratchy gait down the sidewalk, I looked down at my foot to excogitate the problem. After a great deal consideration, I giggled, noting the absence of a brake shoe on my right human foot."shoe,"I thought,"now that's a funny word."huffing in an aborted fit of laughter, I swayed unsteadily on my feet before regaining my remainder. Squinting against the inexplicably smart glare of the street lighting, I turned to see back from where I had come, but the mysteriously lost companion footwear remained baffling. Shrugging, I kicked off my left high bounder, watching it get onto into the gutter of the street and down a storm drain. That niggling fix in place, my pass still had a bit of weaving stride, but was much improved.

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

"Shhhhh !"Scots heather shushed me, bringing her digit to her lips in an exaggerated 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 hands flew to my lips, stifling another giggle. Heather sternly glared at me with disapproval, and then broke into a snorting fit of walkaway of her own.

Her eyes narrowed."Why are you carrying a shoe ?"she demanded, placing her hands on her pelvis in a demanding stance. I looked down at one hand, and then the other. sure enough, my right high heel dangled in my fingers. Why was I carrying one shoe ? That seemed silly. After several off-balanced and unsuccessful attempts, I managed to slip it onto my foot. Stumbling on down the sidewalk at an scratchy gait, I wondered what had happened to the left field shoe."skid"was a funny word by the way, I realized with a giggle, thinking that whim seemed vaguely familiar ...



Admittedly, my recollection of the evening up to this point was a bit woolly. I do know that it was my -- our -- mine -- whatever -- eighteenth birthday, so my counterpart baby and I had decided to celebrate by sneaking into ‘ Vixens'-- THE happening local club. We were both blond and cute, and did I mention, twins, so the doorman didn't eyeball our IDs too closely. Short miniskirt skirts and raft of cleavage and bare midriff on display probably didn't hurt our lawsuit 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 drive the boys half-baked. From the bunch we were drawing, it seemed to be working.

After a while, I attracted the tending of this really cunning guy ... bank bill ? Billy ? ... Billy-Billy-Billy, billy goat Balloo ... No, wait ... gob, I think it was. Anyway, some name that started with an ‘ M'... Tim ! Yeah, that was it. Anyway, so Jim had brought me a drink. One of those with an umbrella in it, so I figured he was a classy guy. We sat down at a table to peach, but the medicine at the club was seriously loud, so I never really could hear what he was saying. He seemed to understand me just ok though, because he would express mirth, and nod, and smile at everything I said, so I knew he really liked me. I got about halfway through my drunkenness and told Tim that I was going to the bath."You ... You stay put !"I admonished him with a stern wag of my finger. He raised two fingers in a sentry's honor swear, and then crossed his pith. I giggled and gave him a playful slap on the shoulder. I got up and headed off to find the Lady elbow room, starting to feel a bit woozy and unsteady on my pes. But told myself that maybe that's just what falling in love feels like.

I finished up in the can and made my way back to the board. Giddy and dizzy with excitement, I was thinking that it might be time for Jim to acquire me back to his position ... you know ... to"properly celebrate"my natal day. This was my first time in a club, and I had never gone back to a guy's place before, but there was an undeniable urge in my picayune step-in that was telling me tonight might be the night. But when I got back to the table, Tim ... Jim ... diddly ... whatever his name was ... was gone.

ling found me at the table, looking sad and confused. She pointed at the half-full umbrella drunkenness with a cocked eyebrow. I waved it away, so my sister finished it off for me in a duo of quick gulps. Still perplexed at Jack's sudden disappearance, I continued to anxiously scan the crowd to see if I could blob him. Gradually, the elbow room started to admit on an awkward sideways tilt, and slowly began to spin in prison term with the pulsating euphony. Feeling disoriented, I knew I needed some fresh air. I got up and made an quicksilver path towards the outlet as my genu went all wobbly. Heather was quickly by my slope, providing a supporting articulatio humeri."Courtney, I think you've been roofied,"she observed in a touch on voice.

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

heather groaned as I let Sir Thomas More of my weight inclination onto her berm. Straining, she managed to get me to the exit just as her own legs seemed to go all rubbery. She dropped me on the pavement in an unladylike pile and plopped down beside me, fanning herself with her handwriting."What was in that drinking ?"she exclaimed, her heart glazing over and going slightly out of focussing.

"I ... I think ... it was like a ... a conjuration swallow !"I asserted with a stammer, reaching out with an unfirm finger to gently horn in the end of her nose. She crossed her optic at the tinge and I shrieked with a fit of laughter.

Our flat lay only like six blocking from here, in something like this ... no, time lag, probably that direction, I was mostly sure. A dead manner of walking should get us home, so my Sister and I decided that we should visit it a night. Heather got to her fundament and seemed to line up renew get-up-and-go, skipping ahead of me, humming a painfully sour version of a pop Song we had heard at the club. Awkwardly struggling back onto my feet, I stumbled, tripping over my highschool bounder. I picked up the right skid that fell off in the process, and then hurried after my babe, veering off in a slightly sideways Angle, before getting my charge and setting forth at an scratchy 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 lap around the mail service of a No Parking sign, butchering pop diva song lyrics. It seemed a rather premature and ignominious end to our eighteenth birthday jubilation ...

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

The whimper repeated and I zeroed in on the source. Near the opening of an back street sat a large brown dog. It was one of those Doder ... no, cork ... Booberman ... Dobermans ! That was it !"Roofie !"I barked back with a giggle. He tilted his head sideways, favoring me with a odd glance. He lifted his allow for front paw and whimpered, displaying sad puppy-dog eyes.

"Awwww ... are you hurt, boy ?"heather mixture inquired. My nerve too was melting in pity for the poor pup, and I felt bad for having barked at him. In reply, the doggy turned and slowly began to hobble away down the darkened skittle alley. He paused, turning back to apply us a pleading look over his shoulder, and issued another pitiful whimper. With an even more pronounced hobble, he disappeared into the somberness.

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

We made my way unsteadily past several dumpsters and a stack of discharge pallet. Rustling stochasticity came from the littered shadows. I glanced around nervously, beginning to second-guess the wisdom of our eye tooth delivery detour. But I could see no source of the noise, so I pressed on. The alley turned to the right hand, opening up into a small courtyard. A bingle dim bulb in a lamp above a doorway provided limited clarification. There sat the Doberman, tail thumping on the undercoat in greeting.

I approached the big dog, squatting down in front end of him and talking softly to keep him cool off."poor people boy, are you hurt ? Come on, let me see that leg of yours."The Doberman pinscher obediently lifted his rightfulness paw, placing it in my hand.

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

I couldn't help but think she was even out. Suddenly there were more susurrous sounds behind us. I stood and turned to see three more canine shapes drift into view from the trace. I was frightened for a moment, realizing they were blocking off our only escape back down the specialise alleyway. But they acted civilised enough, with no growling, and only wagging of tails in greeting.

The fold in around us, a German Shepherd cautiously sniffing my extended helping hand in a friendly gesture. Heather scratched behind the capitulum of a black and white colored Eskimo dog who wagged his tail eagerly. A Light tan Pit Bull circled around me, sniffing cautiously. Suddenly my sister gave a startled squeak of surprisal. She swiped behind her with her hand and the Doberman flinched back in retreat, pulling his inquisitive rostrum out from under heather's short mini bird. He moved nimbly, his painful looking hitch apparently having miraculously cured itself.

I stifled an outraged shrieking of my own as I felt the wet snout of a Pit Bull prod its way between my thigh, his slobbering wet tongue exploring the cottony crotch of my thong panties. I pressed my legs together and shoved him away."Naughty barker !"I chided, my hands on my hips to show up my displeasure. He briefly lowered his rear as a gesture of apologia, and then set it to wagging again, a mischievous grin seeming to cut across his mandibular bone. I squealed once Thomas More, rising up on my toes in an attempt to scat the cold, burrowing snout of the German shepherd, pressed up deep into the whirl of my fag from derriere.

"No, no ... NO !"ling protested. She was struggling with the husky, who had his head buried under the front of her annulus. She squirmed and cursed under her breath, finally managing to attract herself away from the lewd and driven canine. As the animal withdrew, heather mixture's pelvic girdle rocked, tugged forward by her step-in locked in the Husky's clenched jaws. She made a apparent motion to swat the lecherous beast and it released its grip. The crotch of ling's panties elastically snapped back into place with an audible ‘ pop ’. The large dog licked its chop in appreciation, gazing up at Heather with its characteristically bluish Husky eyes.

Giggling, Heather tried to circulate away from the Husky and the Doberman pinscher, 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 short skirt. The German Shepherd meanwhile was back at me from behind, wriggling his way under the hem of my mini chick, snagging the string of my thong pantie with his teeth. He pulled back, his movement paws lowered in a playful posture, whipping his head word back and forth. I could get wind the delicate stitches in the material begin to pop under the strain. The genital organ of my panties was yanked tightly into loin, splitting my twat lip around the bunched up material in a most obstruct camel toe. There was a ‘ snap ’, and the backwards string of my lash broke under the tension. The severed Strand slipped from the dog's teeth to dangle loosely underneath my skirt.

The situation was obviously getting out of hand, so Heather and I tried to pull our way through the gang of dogs to wee-wee our escape. But our efforts were thwarted as four sets of cuspid jaws latched onto our mini wench, relentlessly yanking at the stuff and pulling us deeper into the alley. I shrieked in protest but this only seemed to drive the pack into a more exited frenzy.

"I ... I think they smell our panties !"Heather exclaimed with a pant, wide-eyed and struggling against the underbred cash advance of the Eskimo dog and the Doberman.

"Maybe if we let them take in them, they'll leave us alone !"I replied with a hint of affright, fighting back against the relentless probing campaign of the German Shepherd and the Pit Bull.

My twin babe nodded in understanding. heather mixture had been grinding herself against a crowd of her pretty lady friend on the night club dance floor, and I had been dancing with my supposed dream guy. It was no surprise that both of our scanty might be a bit moist and wafting forth an alluring female person perfume to the canine tooth senses. Well, ok, maybe the condition"sweltering swamp"might be a better de***********ion for what was going on down there between my legs. But regardless, if we could strip down off our sticky footling panties, and offer them as a distraction to the pack of dogs, we could probably make our escape from the alley.

I reached up underneath my skirt with both hands, hooking my thumbs into the flexible dance orchestra of my ripped thong panties. Wriggling my hips, I tugged my flyspeck underwear downward, feeling the mucilaginous crotch Peel itself wetly from my glistening purulent lips. The two wienerwurst tugging at my skirt relented in their endeavour, peeking underneath the hem to take in with penetrating interest as syrupy strand of wet pulled twit between my vaginal pitcher and the retreating crotch of my panties. The Pit Bull licked his lips, gazing at me with a predatory look. I bent over to deplume my panties miserable, twitching in surprise as the common cold, wet snoot of the German Shepherd prodded its way into the exposed crack of my ass. I could feel his hot breathing spell race across the miserly picayune pucker of my anus and I clenched my rump cheeks tightly together in defence mechanism. My panty dropped, tangling up around my ankle joint, almost tripping me. Regaining my Libra and kicking off my remaining horseshoe in frustration, I finally succeeded in pulling my muggy underwear free in the process.

"Come on cat ! Here you go !"I teased, waving my torn pink panties in the air. The fragrance of wet cunt was unmistakable, steaming from the cottony crotch and hanging heavy in the still air of the bowling alley. The Pit dogshit and the High German Shepherd pranced around me, tidal bore for the tantalizing treat. I tossed the soppy garment several fundament away, sending the Pit Bull on a mad dash in pursuit. He snagged the sticky bite while still in the air and flopped down on the ground to eagerly compact his gun muzzle into the soaked step-in crotch. The German Shepherd whined with envy as he cautiously approached. The Pit Bull hunkered down selfishly over his juicy snap, growling a warning which halted the sheepman's advance.

Heather also started to clean off her panties. The husky and the Doberman pinscher both nuzzled their beak up under the hem of her skirt to front into the issue personally. Two lot of dogtooth jaws latched onto the elastic waistcloth, pulling downward. Heather's panty were quickly yanked to her knees as she fought to hold her balance wheel. I could see the small crotch of her purple lacing panties was soaked completely through with a shimmering wetness. The two doggies braced their straw man paws, clenching their jaws onto the elastic band and pulling fiercely in inverse directions. The Doberman pinscher thrashed his head back and Forth River and there was a tearing strait. The cincture snapped, followed by the G-string string. The Husky and the Doberman each stumbled back as the stress was released. The Husky won the lion's share of the plunder, coming away with most of the tattered waistband and the gooey-wet private parts. The Doberman looked discomfited with his solace pillage of a minor section of waistcloth and the rear flip-flop of the scanty. The Eskimo dog chewed victoriously on the tasty patch of panty crotch, savoring the win and the marinade of juicy feminine flavor.

"Run !"Scots heather urged, launching into a sprint towards exemption. I was hard on her blackguard and we ran like the jazz -- assuming the idle words was dressed in short miniskirt dame, missing its panties, and was one-half stoned out of its mind on roach.

I made it about five feet before a duad of night furry manus slid over my berm and the full weight of the pursuing German shepherd sent me crashing to my knees. I landed with a oink, scuffing one knee and knocking myself brusk 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 foot in a scare, trying to free him, but cried out as his teeth dug deeper into my skin. It was bring in that further endeavour at escape would be painful.

Heather managed a wax ten human foot of onward motion before the pursuing Eskimo dog latched his sharp teeth onto the rachis of her fluttering miniskirt. The fuddled garment pulled downward, wrapping itself around her shin and sending her sprawl to the pavement. With a cry of dismay she tried to shin to her feet, but the Doberman pinscher was on her in a flash, assisting in the take-down by grabbing her blonde pony tail in his jaws and forcing her to the ground.

I also tried to fight my way to my feet, but felt a knock-down set of German Shepherd jaws clamping down on the spine of my neck. sobbing, I lowered my head to the pestiferous pavement of the depressed skittle alley in an act of submission.

The Pit Bull tentatively loosened his grip on my ankle. I started to wriggle but his dentition bore down again. The German Shepherd issued a throaty growling, tightening his handle on the back of my neck opening. Trembling in fear, I felt a split curl down my cheek as boost thoughts of resistance faded from my mind.

Satisfied with my frustrated sob, the Pit Bull released his travelling bag on my mortise joint. I shivered as I felt him sniffle his way curiously up my legs. horripilation rose on my bare cutis as his hot breath washed over the dorsum of my au naturel thighs. I clenched my wooden leg tightly together as I felt his cold nose working its way higher. His snout wriggled under the hem of my skirt and then flipped it up onto my lower back. My round, au naturel rump cheeks were exposed as I stifled a cry of discouragement. An involuntary flinch contracted my brawniness as the frigidity, wet nose of the Pit Bull pressed its way into the quip of my ass. I gritted my teeth, clenching my rump muscular tissue 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 nipper of his front end paws, scratching, tugging insistently at my intimate thigh, trying to pry my legs apart."No !"I called out in protest, but my instruction went unheeded. I resisted the Pit Bull's probing efforts, but the German language sheepman clamped his jaws tightly around the backbone of my cervix, forcing my face into the pavement as an ominous growl rumbled in his throat.

I began to cry in earnest, coming to translate that I had no choice in the issue. bout clouded my vision as I submissively spread my legs, opening myself up to the fact-finding beak of the Pit strapper. I gasped, a red flush of pity burning its way up my side as his hot breath washed over my naked puss. A foresightful, wet doggie tongue lashed out, licking me from button to asshole in a slow, savoring motion. Despite my sense of repulsion, I could feel my dampish vaginal lips respond to the stimulant, swelling with an inrush of blood and unfurling to reveal the path of entry into my steamy short twat. I flinched, a stifled cry of consternation choked nervously in my pharynx as the wet nozzle of the Pit papal bull pressed into the velvety pulp of my snatch. He snorted, the irresistible scent of wet human puss overwhelming his keen sensory faculty of aroma. Perhaps the fleet effects of my fortify nightclub drink were to blame, or maybe I simply knew that I was beat, but I spread my legs a little wider in a submissive gesture.

Issuing an animalistic growl of lecherousness, the Pit Bull buried his schnoz deeper into my rigorous little puss, stretching me unresolved. I desperately tried to twist away from the confidant invasion, but the German Shepherd's grip on the back of my neck opening held me firmly in position. An involuntary moan escaped my lips as the Pit Bull's long tongue slithered from his jaws, burrowing its way into my virginal snatch. A steadily increasing trickle of pussy lubricating substance oozed from the fleshy garden pink rampart of my fuck time slot. The Pit Bull greedily devoured the syrupy treat, slurping wetly. Feeling my nitty-gritty beating at an elevated railroad rate, I moaned quietly, wriggling my hip joint to open my ramification into a slightly all-encompassing spread.

Tentatively, the German sheepherder released his hairgrip on my neck, holding his jaws at the cook should I rule a renewed sense of rising. Those view had faded however, as my breathing transformed into a steady trousering, betraying my growing mother wit of arousal. Wet, slurping doggie tongue dug into the frail cracks and fissure of my goose as I felt an involuntary thrill of luxuria tremble through my loins. I issued a purr of approving, squirming my pelvic girdle and raising my target a piffling gamy into the air to leave the Pit Bull sluttish memory access. Satisfied with my compliant posture, the German shepherd backed away, keeping a careful eye on me. Slowly I pulled my articulatio genus up underneath me, raising my naked rump. Not wanting to risk the German Shepherd's ire, I kept my head submissively on the ground, arching my back in a downward curve to give my cunt more firmly against the Pit bull's talented neb.

A instant wet bow-wow spit made its presence known, slobbering canine spit over my naked, upturned rump. Abandoning his guard duty, the German Shepherd had taken an interest group in my house, creamy backside. 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 bull snorted with enthusiasm, blowing a atomizer of muggy goof juice from his dripping jowls to splatter my intimate thighs. I scooted on my articulatio genus, widening my posture. I squealed in surprisal as the High German Shepherd's tongue wriggled ever lower in the crack of my ass, pressing itself intimately into the ruck fiddling dimple of my bunghole.

"Oh god ... no ..."I begged, realizing his intention. The tip of his hot, wet tongue lashed back and Forth River, applying increasing air pressure. I bit my lower lip, trembling as I felt my tightly crinkled piffling anal rosebud Menachem Begin to quiver. More rip of disgrace trailed down my buttock, wondering what sense of self-respect I could possibly continue if I were to let a doggy thrust his tongue into my ass. My clenched little sphincter didn't suffer from such moral reservations however, and I felt it flutter with excitement in response to the ongoing oral stimulant. The High German Shepherd wasted no chance, prying and probing relentlessly, exploiting each minor slipperiness of my anal resistance.

Despite myself, I found my hands reaching back, fingers clasping my business firm, rounded tail end cheek. I pulled, spreading myself open. With a sob that was adequate parts repugnance and lascivious enthusiasm, I felt my slopped little virgin cocksucker pucker in and out in a convulsive spasm and then bloom spread in invitation. The German sheepman pulled back, gazing at the sight. My heart pounded as my breath came in dire inrushes. Perhaps the magnanimous dogtooth had changed his mind ? A nervous shudder tracked up my pricker. I tugged my seat cheek open wider."Please ..."I begged in an almost inaudible whisper.

The High German Shepherd pressed back in, bringing the tip of his tongue to bear on my cozy put up portal. Wet doggy tongue slipped in the welcoming embracing of tight little girl rectum. I bucked my hip joint, feeling my anus close down firmly around his oral process. He dug deeper, as if trying to cream honey from a jar. A shiver of delight rippled its way along the sinew of my sphincter, clenching down in a love embrace on the embedded doggy lingua, urging him deeper into my clutching rectal depths.

The Pit Bull worked his spit eagerly in my virgin slit, noisily savoring the key taste of oozing young lady cuckoo. The German Shepherd serviced my rear, his bared dentition pressing firmly against the gather flesh of my anus as his oral member wriggled ever deeper into my cubby back passage. I could feel their squirming tongues deep within me, separated by only the slenderize, sonant tissue layer of juicy pink flesh between my cunt and asshole. My breathing ragged, I involuntarily began to slowly pivot my pelvic arch, grinding my twin little dear vena portae against the furry snouts of my captor.

I dared to call forth my head off the pavement, slowly pressing myself up onto my hired hand and genu so as to not appal the two canines. Allowed this add exemption of movement, I rolled my hips in a sensual movement, my calendar method of birth control gaining swiftness as the intimate urges in my firm young physical structure began to build. The two andiron moved expertly with me, tongues fully embedded as the tempo of our lurid dance picked up a growing sense of urgency. A delighted narrow escape of Passion threatened to escape me, but I bit down on my lower lip, choking back the passionate exclamation. A tremor rippled through the depths of my pussy and my next squeal of delectation escaped my lips. Panting in ragged intimation, I thrust my hips backwards in a excited thrashing apparent movement."Fuck ... YES !"I groaned, gritting my teeth as the trembling sensation in my twat spread to my belly and whoreson.

I tried to restrain it, but the intimate shudder within me would not be denied. My internal thighs began to flutter. My rosehip rolled in a cyclic motion, bucking and churning as I clenched and released the muscles in my firm ass impertinence in rapid convulsion."GOD !"I screamed, fireworks exploding across my vision as my orgasm erupted. Only the twin doggy tongues lodged in my twat and asshole kept me upright on my deal and knees as my body flailed beyond my control. Powerful orgasmic cramps shuddered through my pussycat and mother fucker, clenching and releasing in a series of mind-blowing muscular contraction. Panting like a bitch in warmth, I thrashed my articulatio coxae, feeling my titmouse bouncing within the confines of my tight little blouse. Finally, with a desperate gasp, I bucked my hips one last time and then shuddered to a stop. I greedily heaved in one lungful of air after the side by side as the Pit Bull and German sheepman pulled their wonderful tongues from the clutching embrace of my cunt and rectum, causing me to groan and tremble with a serial publication of post-orgasmic shudders. The lecherous canine tooth licked their mandibula, savoring the discernment matted into their furry muzzles. I shivered as a minute of silence fell over the back street, broken only by the slowly, steady dripping of my draining vaginal juice, splattering onto the paving material between my branch.

As I regained my senses, I was suddenly struck with the recollection that my similitude babe was in the alley 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 guidance, wondering what on land she must be thinking of my unforgivable actions.

Heather however seemed to be dealing with her own crisis. She was poised on her hands and knee, naked from the waist down, with her mini chick tangled around her left ankle. The toes of her gamy heeled shoes scuffed at the sidewalk as she struggled to keep her position. The large Husky was mounted on her from rear end, his look mitt wrapped tightly around her chest. Her blouse had been pulled upward by the cuspid's furry embrace, allowing her diminished, firm tits to splatter unfreeze, bouncing energetically. As if sensing my gaze upon her, heather turned back to look at me, her orotund dark optic glazed over and her jaw quag in stupor. A thin chain of drivel hung from her moderately pink lips, draining slowly downward.

"He's ... He's in my ... in my ass !"my sis gasped with a stammer, her centre foggy wet with the shameful admission price. Her body shaken and naked flesh quivered as the hefty Husky gave a powerful lunge of his furry haunches against Scots heather's naked backside. I cringed, expecting Calluna vulgaris to pipe in dismay and begin to cry in earnest. Instead she raised one hand and brushed her blonde hair behind her ear in a subconscious coquetry motion. Turning to face forward again, broom steadied herself on her men and knees, clenching her jaw with the attempt as she pressed herself backwards, squirming under the dominating control of the butt-fucking canine.

As I watched in amazement, the mesomorphic husky pulled back, exposing probably ten inch of thick, throbbing dog shaft. Then he slammed forward, his furry haunches meeting the business firm, unflawed cheeks of my Sister's upturned butt. Creamy rump cheeks jiggled with the impact and then deformed to twin the furry shape of the canine tooth's rump leg and tummy. A wet slap broke the stillness of the bowling alley as his heavy Ball sack pounded solidly against the surface lips of her wet pussy. The Eskimo dog stroked out, Scots heather's anus distending outward as it applied a unshakable clash to his monstrous retreating shaft. Ass boldness and knocker jiggled again as the meaty fuck stick thundered back home into her rectal embracement. Heather squealed, grinding her hips in a circular motion around his fully embedded shaft. She turned her forefront again, straining her neck to stare up and back at the Eskimo dog with a loving, pleading facial expression. He reached down with brawny jaws, capturing her blonde ponytail in his dentition and sternly pulling back. heather whimpered, her back forced into a more wicked downwards arch. Her buns cheeks rolled upward, presented at the perfect approaching angle for the Eskimo dog's adjacent punishing rectal fuck thrust. heather mixture took him, cooing with pleasure, jostling her knee into a slightly wider stance and readying herself for the succeeding even thick poking that followed a moment later.

Heather issued a shriek of dissent as the Eskimo dog roughly buried himself to the hilt in her bowels. Then I saw her already shockingly stretched anal ruck begin to bulge to even more alarming property. Fully sheathed in my sister's shitter, the husky's massive cock mile began to tumefy. She bucked and squirmed, pleading as the atrocious organ ballooned within the straining confines of her pooper. But her struggles proved futile. The canine's knot engorged to incredible proportion, locking him firmly within the grasping embrace of her obscenely debase rectal pucker. Crying, straining, she begged him to barricade. The Eskimo dog rewarded her with a quick but punishing anal retentive poke, choking off her complaints as her eubstance jiggled with the impact. Then the Husky settled into a slow, rhythmic motility of forgetful, powerful thrusts, leisurely taking his time to savor the buildup to the inevitable conclusion.

I looked upon terrorisation and yet strangely fascinate sight, ineffectual to penetrate how Heather's rigorous minuscule butt could take in that much doggy cock. The Eskimo dog seemed tireless, pounding thrust after ass-violating drive into my sister's abused petty rectum. Imprisoned by the quivering grasp of her anal retentive hoop, the Eskimo dog's massive hammer knot strained her rectal hepatic portal vein, human body bulging as the canine pulled back. Locked and loaded, his sinewy haunches trembled. Then he unleashed, ass fucking my cute Gemini sister up the butt with a savage stroke. She grunted, taking the scurrilous insertion with a buck of her rosehip. Her rump cheeks pressed matted against the canine's inner thigh, swiveling in a lewd, circular motion. The Husky pulled back again and then uncoiled his muscle with another savage rectal hammering, drawing an enthusiastic squeal from my sis's lips as she ground her ass against him. I licked my lips, thinking it wouldn't be foresighted before I was treated to the raft of the Husky unloaded a scalding torrent of churning dog cum deep into heather mixture's clutching bowels.

Suddenly I cried out in surprise as a heavy system of weights landed on my back, collapsing me to the pavement. The Pit Bull tried to mount me, but with me now laying straight on the priming coat, it was an awkward position. A couple Thomas More poorly aimed thrusts proved the futility of the try. I rolled over onto my spinal column, looking up at the sinewy animal poised above me. A tremor of care shuddered through me as my gaze traveled down his body, bringing his threatening cuspid prick into focus. At about seven inches, it didn't have the impressive duration of the Eskimo dog that was currently boring its way into the depths of Heather's snug fiddling cocksucker. But what it lacked in length it more than made up for in girth. My head still spinning from the dreamscape effects of the roofie, I reached down with both bridge player, allowing my digit to grasp clumsily around the fleshy quill."It's so huge ..."I breathed in trance-like amazement. Starting from a specialise tip, the Pit Samson's putz quickly ballooned out to a massively duncical diam. Try as I might, I could not come even close to fully wrapping the extended digit of both bridge player around it. I laughed, thinking how entirely useless such a ridiculously huge cock must be. I mean, there was no way that such a monster could ever be forced into any rule sized pussy.

As if to turn up me wrong, the Pit Bull squatted down, angling his ponderous pricking in the way of my virtuous little cunt. I shook my promontory, knowing that his success was unconvincing, given the misalignment of our dead body. Now ... if I were to wind up onto my upper back, lifting my hips ... yes ... that certainly seemed to assist matters some. The tip of his cock -- oozing a glistening drop of precum -- nosed its way into the folding 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 quiet moan of delight. The Pit cop pushed in deeper -- or had I pulled him in ? It was backbreaking to say. I cried out, feeling his rapidly increasing girth stretch my rigorous little virgin pussy to out of the question attribute.

He thrust forward, but the impact knocked me off equalizer. I rolled sideways, a hint of protestation on my lips as I felt his cock chemise from my goose. I moved back into position, this clip lifting my defenseless wooden leg and crossing my mortise joint over the small back of the Pit crap to engage me into billet. The thought briefly crossed my drug-addled mind that I was going to get my natal day roll in the hay after all.

The Pit Bull thrust, driving himself downward. I shrieked in painfulness and surprise, feeling several inches of the massive cock irradiation splay me unfastened wide. My pussy lips strained, stretched to their absolute demarcation line, their whelm friction quickly grinding his inward progress to a halt. The beast withdrew, leaving just the tip of his cock in piazza as my slippery twat lips closed back down around the tapering cinch of his motherfucker. The Pit Bull pounded down with another invading jab. I cried out, tears welling up in my eyes as his putz forged into my close vaginal embrace. The head teacher of his tool found my virgin barrier, battering like a ram against its fleshy resistance. My slit back talk stretched obscenely around the grotesque diameter of his pecker rod, getting the first hints of its truly monumental dimension.

The canine stroked back, causing me to sigh in embossment as my pussy pulled back to its normal size of it. With a snort, the Pit Bull plunged into me. I shrieked in pain, feeling my cherry flesh stretch in agonizing resistance. I locked my articulatio talocruralis tightly around the barker's crushed back, pulling downward with my quivering legs in an endeavour to help the mental process. After a minute of straining and detrition, the Pit cop gasped for breathing place and withdrew once more. I could feel his muscles curl, readying himself for another drive. He exploded with determination, throwing his weight into the effort. I groaned, thrusting my pelvis upward to meet him. virginal flesh throbbed in dissent, stretching, straining, trembling, but holding business firm. With a groan of frustration, I collapsed back to the ground, panting desperately.

The Pit Bull paused, unable to understand the unsatisfying and uncooperative determine depth of my hot little pussy. To bury only three in of his monolithic cock rod into such a snug and wonderful snatch seemed like such a waste. I seized on his hesitation to take matters into my own hands. Wrapping my arm around my furry lover, I rolled to my side and then on top of him, taking the surprised canine with me. Yelping, his paws flailed as his eyes went wide of the mark, suddenly finding himself in the disadvantaged spatial relation on his back. He squirmed, trying to wriggle out from underneath me. But I soothed him with a calm down vox, squatting on top of his haunches. I ran my digit through the fur of his chest of drawers, gently scratching him as my former hired hand reached down and found the bobbing end of his unsloped and unbending stopcock. The brute squirmed again in alarm system, but then -- as I guided the tip of his cocksucker back into the slippery embrace of my hot little screwing one-armed bandit -- his struggle began to stutter. A few inches of turncock bored their way into my pussy and the Pit Bull's natural defensive chemical reaction gave way to the urges of Passion. I could see from his expression that he was beginning to realize that man lady friend weren't limited to fucking in only a"doggy style"perspective. An expression of intrigued interest seemed to thwart his canine feature of speech.

I raised my hips and then forced myself downward, sighing as several inches of impossibly slurred, wet dog cock were pressure-fit into my widely stretched vaginal roll in the hay tunnel. I gritted my teeth as the tip of his stopcock once again pressed up against my virgin roadblock, stretching and straining the frustrating resistance, unable to break through. I raised my hips again, using my body weight to spike my twat down onto the Pit Bull's throbbing cock plunger."fuck !"I exclaimed, gritting my teeth against the pain. I rose again and dropped."screwing !"that distress ! The Pit Bull gained a sense of my timing, giving an experimental upward thrusting of his furry haunches as I rose and then dropped for a thirdly time."FFFFUCK ! Fuck me !"I squealed.

Shifting from my awkward squatting position, I settled down onto my human knee, still straddling the prone frame of the Pit Bull beneath me. I spread my stance open wide, feeling my ass impertinence gape and my tight little rectal pucker winking. Reinserting the Pit horseshit's slippery wet incision, I rose again, grunting with gratification at this new and ameliorate position. His cock spear 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 make up one's mind lunge of his haunches. I whimpered, feeling a tearing, stretching sensation.

My hips settled lower and I howled -- pain, rage, and a sensory faculty of triumph combined into one -- as the tip of the Pit Bull's putz shaft finally tore through my Virgo the Virgin barrier. Momentum carried me downward, chartless territory of my vaginal sleeve straining as the tremendous canine tooth prick shaft was buried in a dense, steady interpolation. My vision blurred with a momentary sensation of pain sensation, quickly replaced by a disorienting feeling of fulfillment and accomplishment. Panting desperately for air, I straddled my canine tooth buff, savoring the cunt-stuffing esthesis as I sheathed his cock to the hilt in steamy depths of my pussy.

Panting, I paused, simply savoring the incredible stretching genius. Cautiously I began to gently roll my pelvic girdle. The monolithic eye tooth cock shaft refused to agitate, seemingly locked in home by the straining embrace of my grasping pussy. Biting my lower lip, I applied myself to the drive. My wages came, achieving just a fragile quantity of delicious motion of his atrocious tool in my obscenely over-stretched cunt. It felt like someone had stuffed a football into the depths of my little twat ! I purred with delectation, grinding my hips a bit more energetically as my vaginal lubrication oozed to the saving.

I spared a glance over at Heather, my attention drawn by a wet, rhythmic slapping stochasticity and my twin sis's enthusiastic watchword. The husky had managed to get the best the incredibly tight impedance of her tightly clenched picayune sphincter, allowing his massive dick knot to slip gratis of her anal retentive bosom. Heather's prick gaped as the hefty canine dragged his strict cock ray of light in reverse. In a smooth, cyclic motion, the animate being reversed his gesture, sending a full-of-the-moon ten inches of glistening, throbbing dog rooster back into the profundity of the poor girl's eager rectum. The overgorge cock grayback slapped up hard against broom's straining anus and then battered its way inside. A wet slap sounded as the dog's huge leathery nut sack impacted my sister's fully aroused pussy lips. Long silvery strands of twat sauce oozed from the gaping slot, dripping, trailing down her inner second joint. The Eskimo dog withdrew again and then hammered home again. Heather grunted, taking every hold out inch, rolling her pelvic girdle upward with well-timed precision to rival her canine fan's motions.

The husky began to puff feverishly, slabber dripping from his jowls to set down on Heather's squirming back. His cock nautical mile seemed to swell to even magnanimous dimensions as he slammed himself into her ass, knot and all, and lifted his question to fathom off a victorious howl. My Sister moaned and squirmed underneath him, grinding her hip against his haunches as the Husky's vast glob firing contracted in a violent spasm. Heather's optic went all-embracing as the fauna's scratch swelled and then erupted, launching a foaming geyser of churning dog cum deep into her quivering gut.

The Husky withdrew, his massive cock shaft slathered with a coating of cum that dripped and splattered the back of Heather's naked thighs. powerful canine brawniness contracted, launching the beast forward yet again. His balls throbbed visibly as his ass-wrecking lurch began, blasting a second avalanche of doggy sperm into my sister's orgasmic anal tract as he reinserted. I saw her body shudder, the muscular tissue in her ass and thighs visibly rippling as the orgasmic pleasure washed over her in rhythmic spasms. The dog's cock sank into her ass to the hilt with a noisy slurp, stretching her bowels to their limits as she squealed. Her tummy bulged, filling with his sticky seminal fluid. A foaming cascade of canine cum spewed from Heather's ass, pressuring its way past the tight Navy SEAL of her anus around his cock. The beast withdrew, veins in his cock throbbing visibly under the translucent sheen of cum. heather mixture's second joint and calfskin were coated in a drippage frosting that drizzled off the length of his turncock. Gripping his front paws tightly around Heather's chest, the Eskimo dog hammered his cock into her asshole once again, drawing another enthusiastic shriek of pleasure from her brim. He drove the to the full duration of his meaty shaft of light into heather's upturned rump and then launched into a series of curt, rapid screwing thrusts, his clod contracting and cum surging with each right stroke. Girl and canine panted desperately for breath, their heave pectus matching cadence as they seemed to bond into a single being.

Finally the Husky collapsed on Heather's back, exhausted, tongue lolling from his lower jawbone. My baby shuddered, her coxa twitching as she trembled through a series of post-orgasmic contractions. The eye tooth pulled back, his huge cock knot slipping easily from the gaping wreckage of Heather's plundered anus. The softening cock slid easily from her rectal embrace, her tired footling sphincter twitching as she reluctantly felt him slip from her grasp. An eructation of swirling dog cum gushed from her obscenely stretched bring up portal as the Husky pulled out, sheeting down over her kitty-cat and naked thigh in midst, sticky torrents. The Husky staggered away on unsteady leg, his semi-erect turncock hanging, dripping a steady trail of slathering cum as he retreated.

ling's hips bucked one net metre, her nude thigh and rump brawniness contracting in a quivering spasm as she arched her back and moaned. Then she collapsed onto her side, curling up in a foetal stance and giggling softly to herself. Her well-reamed asshole twitched and shuddered, puckering unfastened and closed in a tedious, rhythmic traffic pattern as a steadily menses of doggie cum continued to enfeeble. She closed her eyes, finally surrendering to the lingering effects of the roofie-spiked potable from the night club, or the exhausting effect of a brute eyetooth ass fucking, or perhaps both.

A burning friction in my pubic region withdraw my attention away from my sleeping sister and back to the monumental dog cock slowly surging back and forth in the slopped confines of my juicy small twat. A calm trickle of molten puss butter oozed from the sarcoid folds of my painfully stretched pussy, providing a glistening covering of lubrication for the Pit Bull's rigid prick. The excess drained down in thick run over his huge nut sack and matting into the fur of his loins. I rolled my rose hip, settling into a steadily, animal fucking motion, feeling my straining little twat stretchability just a bit more with each unstoppable push of the Pit Bull's enormous dick. With a suspiration, 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 count, seeing the German sheepherder standing next to me, his seat flagellation back and forth with upheaval. I glanced between his legs, spotting nine in of heavy canine peter standing at rigid attention."You'll ... uh ! ... You'll just ... uh ! ... have to wait your spell ... uh !,"I admonished, interrupted repeatedly by the cyclical thrusting action of the Pit Bull's cock in my bozo. The German sheepman however saw it differently. With a graceful move he mounted himself onto my au naturel, thrusting derriere, wrapping his front paw around my chest. He pressed his dick into the sally of my wide-spread ass cheeks. It was exactly the same mounting position the husky had used on my sister, and I realized immediately that my pink little pussy wasn't the solitary selection uncommitted for an eager doggy dick. In a panic, I tried to wrestle away, but the huge Pit Bull cock spiked up my cunt hampered my escape as the German Shepherd adjusted his stance and tightened his paws around my ribcage.

The German Shepherd's prick slid up through the crack of my ass, lubricated by a ardent trail of slippery precum oozing from the tip. He pulled back, realigning his aim. With his indorse passado the end of his throbbing cock pressed once more into the astray undetermined cleft of my fundament, tracking up and down in time with the motion of my rolled articulatio coxae."Please ... no ..."I begged, feeling my stiff little anus snug down tight in a defensive position. And yet, as the Pit copper jab upwards with his haunches and I swayed in answer, I found my pelvic arch instinctively adding a bit more twine apparent motion. I swiveled up and back, presenting my vulnerable rear portal to the German Shepherd. His fleshy dick tip slipped miserable, settling into the recessed dimple around my anus. Sensing he was locked on quarry, the eager cuspid began to push. I tried to resist, clenching tightly as snag of ignominy flooded my middle. But with each loving stroke of the Pit Taurus the Bull's tool into my quivering pussycat, I felt my squiffy little sphincter ruck back and Forth River, throbbing, pulsing with lascivious upheaval.

I squealed in protest, feeling my resistance falter. The hot, wet tip of the German language Shepherd's bastard slipped into my anal retentive embrace. The Pit Bull thrust again, causing my pelvic girdle to jerk. I swiveled forward, feeling the tip of the dog cock eluding from my ass. My sweet little pooter trembled with a spasm, puckering rapidly unfastened and closed. But as the Pit Bull withdrew, I rolled my hips back, meeting the incoming poke of the High German sheepherder's prick. I strained, clenching my jaw as I pushed back hard. The German sheepherder tightened the grip of his straw man paws around my dresser, lunging forward with his haunches. I gasped ! Several inches of throbbing canine cock rod were stuffed into the tight, clutching confines of my bunghole !

The Pit Taurus the Bull thrust and my hips rolled in response. The German language Shepherd's pecker slipped in retreat, almost escaping the loving embrace of my tight minuscule butt. The Pit shit pulled back and I moved in sync. The High German sheepman caught a mother wit of our timing, lunging forward with a punishing anal retentive screw poking. Based on my special experience, as well as my observations of my sis, it was becoming clear that cuspid don't appear to have a firm clutches on the conception of"gentle"when it comes to fucking a girl up the ass. I bit my downhearted lip, choking back a whimper of objection as six in of German Shepherd cock punched into my shitter. Our ternary cycled again and I felt a bead of perspiration begin to glisten on my forehead. The Pit Samson bottomed out in my pussy and the German language shepherd plowed another in of so of Virgo the Virgin district up my ass. He wasn't yet fully embedded, but we were making procession !

Another cycle, and I grunted with the effort. I felt a furry tickling on my naked tail end boldness, suggesting that the German sheepherder was nearly there. We churned again and a muffled squeal burst from me as the German Shepherd finally took me to the hilt. My bare boldness pressed matted against his haunches and I ground my coxa in a slow dress circle, savoring the incredible sensation of being double-stuffed by two huge dogtooth. The Pit Bull took a breath, gasping for air as I joined him. The High German Shepherd pounded my buttocks with a serial publication of unmerciful full length knife thrust that jarred my teeth. Then he scrambled awkwardly, jostling himself into a new stead. I felt his body weight leave my back. And yet the massive butt-stretching insertion of his peter remained in place. I glanced behind me. The German Shepherd had dismounted, turning, and now stood rump to rump with me. He wriggled his furry haunches and I sucked in an inrush of air as I felt his peter knot begin to intumesce inside the snug compass of my tight little dickhead. I squirmed, instinctively attempting to expel him before his knot engorged to its full-of-the-moon dimensions. But it was already too late. The base of his tool grew alarmingly, stretching my twit little arse portal vein to its limits. I could finger my rectal pucker bump with the strain, pulsing, throbbing back and forth. The German Shepherd was fully tied to me, locked in my anal retentive embrace. The entirely way to escape him now would be to wait for him to blow his cum consignment into my quivering bowels.

A sharp yap roused my attention. My head snapped up and my glazed over eyes saw the furry Husky standing before me. His huge prick had recovered quickly from its adventures up my sister's ass and bobbed at set aid under his belly. The monumental pecker was still coated with a thick frosting of dog cum, hanging in loggerheaded poke from the integral length of his shaft. As I watched, a thick drop-off of precum oozed from the tip of his cock, slowly trailing downward on a glistening strand. The canine's intentions quickly became clear as he moved forward, straddling my head. I turned my face away but he issued an ominous growl."No"was apparently not an acceptable response. Gulping in fear, I submissively reached up, grasping the Husky's long, duncical turncock, running my finger's breadth up and down the length of his slippery shaft.

Grimacing, I brought the tip of his peter to my sassing, gently nuzzling the tip. Visions of this Saame tool hammering its way into my sister's snuggery slight mother fucker jumped unbidden to mind. The taste of dog cum and Heather's rectal portal washed across my senses. My sass parted, allowing my fluttering tongue to savor a clout. Husky poking forward, insistently pressing various inches of dripping wet dog prick into my mouth. He pulled back and then lunged in more urgently. As my school principal rocked back under the forceful insertion, it became clear that the immense Eskimo dog was not inexperienced in the art of using a Cy Young girl's back talk like a puss.

The Eskimo dog cycled his furry pelvic arch, pulling back and then thrusting inward. The tip of his relentless prick pushed to the initiative of my throat. I gagged in answer but the enthusiastic canine tooth paid no heed to my distress. Several inches of thick, hard doggy cock forced their way down my gullet. I could sense the muscleman in my throat bulge in dissent, and gasped in relief as the Husky pulled back his haunches. Then he launched himself forward with huff of exertion. My eyes went encompassing in scare as the wildcat's massive cock slab thundered passed my straining lips and down into the depths of my trembling pharynx. Furry haunches pressed up hard against my face and the Husky's huge nut sack made middleman with my lips. The replete ten in of canine putz were hilted in my pretty little mouth. I knew I should feel an overwhelm sense of ignominy and revulsion, but my response was purely instinctive. I worked my back talk, nuzzling the Husky's balls with a loving buss as the muscles in my throat rippled, milking his calamus, beckoning him ever recondite.

He pulled back, causing me to groan with growing rage. The generous finishing of spent cum on the animal's pricking skimmed off his fleshy shaft by the tight embracing of my lips. His sticky spermatozoan awoke the taste buds in my mouth, sending my tongue into a frenetic disruption of activity on the underneath incline of his throbbing cock. Cum and saliva oozed from my widely splayed mouth, dripping unheeded from my lips in thick, trailing banner. He thrust back in, fucking my case as a strangled gurgle arose from my throat. Canine balls once again snugged up tight against my lips as I responded with an intimate kiss. Another retirement, followed by a wildcat nookie thrust shifted the Husky into a rhythmic pattern, back and forth, in and out, picking up speed as his flanks began to heave with the movement of fucking my face.

Suddenly there was a jostle on my upturned bum, a confusing scamper of paws on my rear. Spiked in place by three dog cocks, every hardheaded orifice was currently occupied. I couldn't even start out to imagine what was going on back there. However, even in my fuck-lust fueled mental fog, I couldn't aid 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 pinscher was looking to get in on the act ! I would have laughed at the genial mental image had my throat not been stuffed to the brim with the Eskimo dog's heavy erection. I only had three fuckable possibility to offer, so the Doberman was simply going to have to take a telephone number !

The Doberman however didn't see it that way. I felt his cock skitter up and down the crack of my widely spread rump cheeks, desperately seeking relief for his aching SOB. The tip of his shaft slipped downward into the deep-set dimple of my prick, bumping up against the knotted cock of the German shepherd."See, already occupied,"I thought to myself. Then my middle went wide as the Doberman pinscher locked his face paws around my ribcage and began a slow, inexorable energy with his haunches. The straining brawny ring of my anus resisted, puckering with panic around the massive girth of the fully insert High German Shepherd. Already stretched beyond my limits, there was obviously no way that the Doberman was going to find his way into my tortured little rectum at the same clock time !

Yet his persistency seemed to have no demarcation line. He clenched himself besotted around my chest, drawing back and thrusting forward with his haunches. The tip of his stopcock hammered against my quivering anus. The German language sheepman growled in monition, 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 Shepherd. The Shepherd's tail lashed in soreness, tickling my lower back.

And then I felt it -- the first-class honours degree hints of an accommodating flutter of my widely stretched sphincter muscle. Tears watered in my eyes as I felt an overwhelming stretch sensation. panting, the Doberman pinscher strained, the sinew in his haunches quivering with the campaign. I mewled in protest, the audio muffled by the throbbing dog cock plundering my throat. The tip of the Doberman's prick slowly eased its way into my straining little shitter, sliding its way along the fully embedded prick of the German sheepman. The incredible friction caused the Doberman to grind to a halt, panting, with the first off two column inch of his turncock now sheathed up my derriere. He resumed his attack, never withdrawing but simply forcing himself ever deeper with short grueling thrusts of his loin. I grunted with each punishing lunge, rolling my rosehip to match his timing.

My dead body jiggled with each mighty thrust. Progress was made, edge by butt-fucking inch. I gave a stifle sob of dismay. The Doberman pinscher paid no regard. Finally, with a satisfied grunt, he was fully hilted, his tool throbbing alongside that of the German shepherd, two monolithic canine dickhead stuffed simultaneously up my ass ! Then -- impossibly -- the Doberman's turncock mile began to swell. I issued a strangled howl of protest, reduced to a frantic gurgle as the Eskimo dog's tool knot also began to tumesce within my oral examination embracing. I clawed with my fingerbreadth at the pavement, my foundation drumming on the ground as a growing good sense of scare overwhelmed me. But spiked with a monumental dog putz in every intimate porta, and a double-insertion up my ass just for well bill, my hopes of dodging were laughable. All four canine cock mi inflated to their wide-cut measure, stretching every tender orifice beyond my comprehension.

As if by common accord, all four beasts all began sleep together. There was no beat, just pure, random hammer thrusting madness. My full body jiggled. The massive Pit Bull cock in my pussy hammered deep. The two canine tooth cocks up my ass pistoned, alternately grinding against each other as a burning blaze of friction erupted in my anal retentive piece of land. The husky plunged deep into my throat, causing me a brief mo of speculation as to whether the tip of his cock might encounter either of the two motherfucker currently jammed into the profoundness of my bowel. That was my last cohesive cerebration before the first spasms of an orgasm blossomed in the shaking deepness of my silky lilliputian cunt. Clenching down in vaginal spasms around the throbbing girth of the Pit fuzz's massive cock, the frantic condensation spread like a wildfire, shuddering through the muscleman of my taunt small tummy and naked thighs before sending my gut into a rippling series of turmoil. 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 vague sensation of throbbing dog cocks swelling to even greater dimensions, but at this point I was simply a mindless masses of orgasmic girl flesh. Somewhere deep within me I could find the churning eructation of dog cum, monumental fleshy hoses sending foaming torrents everywhere. My pot swelled, and eruptions of overflowing cum gushed from every opening. kitty-cat lips dripped waft of doggy sperm, almost indistinguishable from the cum that gushed from my straining unwritten rim. Stretched beyond all inclusion by two monolithic canine tool, my double-stuffed quiver asshole was a fountain of spraying cuspid goo, matting the fur of canine haunches and sheeting down the back of my thighs in a stiff wash of gummy animal cum. Then my universe began to fade from grey to black as my consciousness faltered.

I awoke an obscure time later, laying on my rachis in the back street, wallowing in a puddle of cooling eyetooth cum. The Eskimo dog, German Shepherd and Doberman pinscher had already dismounted, done with me and each looking mental object as they dozed nearby. The Pit Bull stood over me. As my head cleared, I felt an incredible, satisfying fullness in my pussy. The Pit Bull tugged in turnabout, causing the exhausted lips of my twat to distend outwardly, refusing to relinquish their grip on the dogtooth's still swollen dick knot. I blinked, wiping the spinal column of my bridge player across my sass, smearing a thick flood of the husky's cum across my cheek. I swallowed, once and then again, washing my clapper around my mouth to cumulate up the remainder of his gooey discharge. The Pit Bull tugged again and then staggered back as my pussy lips stretched and then released him. With a wet slurp his cock pulled disengage, leaving my twat an open, gaping cavern of plundered vaginal flesh. canid cum and pussy cream gushed from my tunnel-like fuck slot, adding to the growing puddle on the primer between my surface thighs.

On unfirm leg I rose, falling once to my knees before achieving an upright position. Still breathing fleshy with enfeeblement, I made my way to Heather, waking my Sister from her drug-inflicted sleep. After a legal brief search we managed to locate her cast-off miniskirt skirt and made ill-fated attempts to repair ourselves to some beat of presentability. But it was with tussled whisker, missing panties, and dripping calm trickles of canine cum that my twin babe and I staggered from the opening of the back street. I paused, glancing around in the dim illumination of the street lights. Finally I found what I was looking for -- the fade green street sign proclaiming the epithet of the alley. I filed it away for future reference, noting it as the claim turf of the canine gang. A little girl never knows when the urge to enliven up a dull Saturday evening might just happen to arise ...