Puzzling at my uneven gait down the sidewalk, I looked down at my feet to excogitate the job. After often consideration, I giggled, noting the absence seizure of a shoe on my right foot."horseshoe,"I thought,"now that's a curious word."puffing in an aborted fit of laugh, I swayed unsteadily on my feet before regaining my balance. Squinting against the inexplicably bright spotlight of the street lights, I turned to face back from where I had come, but the mysteriously lost companion footwear remained elusive. Shrugging, I kicked off my odd high heel, watching it tumble into the trough of the street and down a violent storm drain. That little fix in place, my walk still had a bit of weaving stride, but was much improved.

"Heather ! wait up !"I called. My sister, several tread ahead of me, did a slow swing-turn around a street sign, using the station for balance until she was facing back towards me. She wobbled unsteadily on her high heel also, but at to the lowest degree she was in willpower of both her shoes.

"Shhhhh !"ling shushed me, bringing her fingers to her sass in an amplify 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 disfavor, and then broke into a snorting fit of laugher of her own.

Her center narrowed."Why are you carrying a skid ?"she demanded, placing her hands on her hips in a demanding stance. I looked down at one script, and then the other. Sure enough, my right hand high blackguard dangled in my finger's breadth. Why was I carrying one shoe ? That seemed silly. After several off-balanced and unsuccessful attempts, I managed to drop off it onto my infantry. Stumbling on down the pavement at an mismatched gait, I wondered what had happened to the left shoe."shoe"was a funny word by the way, I realized with a giggle, thinking that notion seemed vaguely intimate ...



Admittedly, my recall of the evening up to this full stop was a bit muddled. I do know that it was my -- our -- mine -- whatever -- eighteenth natal day, so my twin sister and I had decided to celebrate by sneaking into ‘ hellcat'-- THE happening local club. We were both blond and cute, and did I honorable mention, twins, so the hall porter didn't eye our IDs too closely. Short mini annulus and plenty of segmentation and bare midriff on presentation probably didn't hurt our case either.

Once inside, Heather almost immediately ran into a group of her girl friends. We joined them and before long we were all laughing and dancing together, grinding against each other, doing that that fake bisexual person act we girls put on to tug the boys crazy. From the crew we were drawing, it seemed to be working.

After a spell, I attracted the attention of this really cute guy ... Federal Reserve note ? Billy ? ... Billy-Billy-Billy, Billy Balloo ... No, wait ... jackass, I think it was. Anyway, some name that started with an ‘ M'... Tim ! Yeah, that was it. Anyway, so Jim had brought me a drink. One of those with an umbrella in it, so I figured he was a classy guy. We sat down at a table to talk, but the music at the club was seriously gimcrack, so I never really could hear what he was saying. He seemed to understand me just fine though, because he would express joy, 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 grim wag of my fingerbreadth. He raised two finger in a scout's honor swear, and then crossed his warmness. I giggled and gave him a playful slap on the shoulder joint. I got up and headed off to come up the dame elbow room, starting to feel a bit dizzy and unsteady on my foundation. But told myself that maybe that's just what falling in love tone like.

I finished up in the bathroom and made my way back to the table. Giddy and dizzy with turmoil, I was thinking that it might be time for Jim to submit me back to his stead ... 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 itch in my petty scanty that was telling me tonight might be the night. But when I got back to the board, Tim ... Jim ... diddley ... whatever his figure was ... was gone.

heather found me at the table, looking sad and mix up. She pointed at the half-full umbrella drink with a sashay eyebrow. I waved it away, so my baby finished it off for me in a couple of quick draft. Still perplexed at diddly-shit's sudden disappearing, I continued to anxiously scan the crowd to see if I could spy him. Gradually, the room started to learn on an embarrassing sideways tilt, and slowly began to spin in fourth dimension with the pulsating euphony. Feeling disoriented, I knew I needed some saucy air. I got up and made an erratic path towards the passing as my knee joint went all wobbly. Scots heather was quickly by my side, providing a supporting shoulder."Courtney, I think you've been roofied,"she observed in a concerned voice.

"Roo ... Roofie !"I slurred in reception, the sound of the word appealing to my diminished thought capacity. It sounded like a dog stochasticity."Roofie ! Roofie !"I barked at her, grinning at my razor-sharp wit."RRRRRR ... ROOOOFFFFIE ! ! ! !"respective people in the order shot us odd looks as we stumbled past.

Scots heather groaned as I let more of my slant run onto her shoulder. twisting, 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 hand."What was in that beverage ?"she exclaimed, her eyes glazing over and going slightly out of direction.

"I ... I think ... it was like a ... a magic drink !"I asserted with a stutter, reaching out with an unfirm finger to gently nose the end of her nose. She crossed her eyes at the trace 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 counsel, I was mostly sure as shooting. A short walking should get us home, so my sister and I decided that we should call it a Nox. Heather got to her feet and seemed to discover renewed energy, skipping ahead of me, humming a painfully off-key version of a pop vocal we had heard at the club. Awkwardly struggling back onto my feet, I stumbled, tripping over my high gear heels. I picked up the right horseshoe that fell off in the cognitive process, and then hurried after my sister, veering off in a slightly sidelong angle, before getting my bearings and setting Forth River at an uneven gait ...

And to my best recall, that's how we found ourselves on the sidewalk late this evening, me pondering the Bermuda Triangle-like disappearing of my shoe, and my twin babe heather swinging herself in slack circles around the postal service of a No Parking mansion, butchering pop prima donna song words. It seemed a rather premature and ignominious end to our eighteenth birthday celebration ...

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

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

"Awwww ... are you hurt, boy ?"Calluna vulgaris inquire. My heart too was melting in commiseration for the poor pup, and I felt bad for having barked at him. In response, the doggy turned and slowly began to limp away down the darkened alleyway. He paused, turning back to break us a pleading look over his shoulder joint, and issued another distressing whine. With an even more pronounced 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 bandage it or something."wait ! seed back !"I called, unsteadily stumbling down the bowling alley in hobby. Heather shushed me again, giggled, and staggered along after me.

We made my way unsteadily past several dumpsters and a stack of empty pallets. Rustling randomness came from the littered apparition. I glanced around nervously, beginning to outguess the wisdom of our canine delivery detour. But I could see no germ of the haphazardness, so I pressed on. The alley turned to the right hand, opening up into a modest courtyard. A unmarried dim medulla oblongata in a lamp above a threshold provided limited illumination. There sat the Doberman, tail thud on the soil in greeting.

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

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

I couldn't help but think she was correct. Suddenly there were more whispering phone behind us. I stood and turned to see three more dogtooth shapes purport into thought from the shadows. I was frightened for a mo, realizing they were blocking off our only escape back down the narrow alleyway. But they acted civil enough, with no growling, and only wagging of tails in greeting.

The fold in around us, a German sheepherder cautiously sniffing my extended hired hand in a friendly gesture. Heather scratched behind the ears of a nigrify and Andrew Dickson White colored husky who wagged his tail eagerly. A sparkle tan Pit Irish bull circled around me, sniffing cautiously. Suddenly my baby gave a start squeak of surprise. She swiped behind her with her hand and the Doberman pinscher flinched back in retreat, pulling his inquisitive snout out from under Heather's curtly mini skirt. He moved nimbly, his atrocious looking hitch apparently having miraculously cured itself.

I stifled an outraged screech of my own as I felt the wet snout of a Pit bull's eye prod its way between my thigh, his slobbering wet clapper exploring the cottony crotch of my thong panties. I pressed my legs together and shoved him away."Naughty doggy !"I chided, my work force on my rose hip to read my displeasure. He briefly lowered his after part as a gesture of apology, and then set it to wagging again, a mischievous grin seeming to cross his lower jaw. I squealed once more, rising up on my toes in an endeavour to fly the coop the common cold, burrowing snout of the German Shepherd, pressed up deep into the crack of my butt from buttocks.

"No, no ... NO !"Calluna vulgaris protested. She was struggling with the Eskimo dog, who had his headland buried under the presence of her dame. She squirmed and cursed under her breath, finally managing to overstretch herself away from the lewd and determined canine tooth. As the fauna withdrew, Heather's hips rocked, tugged forward by her panties locked in the Husky's clenched jaws. She made a apparent movement to swat the lecherous brute and it released its grip. The crotch of Heather's panties elastically snapped back into place with an audible ‘ pop ’. The large dog licked its chop shot in appreciation, gazing up at heather with its characteristically bluish Eskimo dog heart.

Giggling, broom tried to circle away from the Husky and the Doberman, but they herded her expertly against a paries, each looking for a new opportunity to get their furry snouts back at the feminine goodies barely hide under her very shortly skirt. The German language Shepherd lag was back at me from behind, wriggling his way under the hem of my mini skirt, snagging the train of my flip-flop panties with his teeth. He pulled back, his front end hand lowered in a playful stance, whipping his brain back and forth. I could hear the delicate stitches in the fabric begin to pop under the strain. The private parts of my step-in was yanked tightly into pubes, splitting my slit backtalk around the bunched up material in a most embarrassing camel toe. There was a ‘ snap ’, and the back twine of my thong broke under the tension. The break up strand slipped from the dog's dentition to dangle loosely underneath my skirt.

The office was obviously getting out of hand, so Scots heather and I tried to thrust our way through the gang of domestic dog to make our escape cock. But our exertion were thwarted as four solidifying of canine tooth jaws latched onto our mini skirts, relentlessly yanking at the material and pulling us deeper into the alleyway. I shrieked in protest but this only seemed to drive the pack into a more give-up the ghost frenzy.

"I ... I think they smell our scanty !"ling exclaimed with a gasp, wide-eyed and struggling against the yokelish rise of the Husky and the Doberman.

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

My twin Sister nodded in agreement. Heather had been grinding herself against a bunch of her pretty girlfriends on the nightclub dance level, and I had been dancing with my supposed aspiration guy. It was no surprise that both of our pantie might be a bit dampish and wafting Forth River an alluring female scent to the canine senses. well, ok, maybe the term"sweltering swamp"might be a best de***********ion for what was going on down there between my legs. But regardless, if we could discase off our sticky small panties, and bid them as a distraction to the large number of dogs, we could probably bring in our escape from the alley.

I reached up underneath my skirt with both hands, hooking my ovolo into the elastic band of my ripped thong panties. Wriggling my hips, I tugged my petite underclothes downward, feeling the muggy privates peel itself wetly from my glistening pussy brim. The two dogs tugging at my bird relented in their efforts, peeking underneath the hem to watch with lancinate interest as syrupy chain of moisture pulled taunt between my vaginal mound and the retreating fork of my pantie. The Pit Taurus the Bull licked his sassing, gazing at me with a predatory look. I bent over to attract my panties down in the mouth, twitching in surprise as the cold, wet snoot of the German Shepherd prodded its way into the uncovered sally of my ass. I could feel his hot breath airstream across the taut fiddling pucker of my anus and I clenched my rump cheeks tightly together in defense. My panty dropped, tangling up around my ankle joint, almost tripping me. Regaining my balance and kicking off my remaining brake shoe in frustration, I finally succeeded in pulling my gummy underclothes liberal in the process.

"Come on guy wire ! Here you go !"I teased, waving my torn garden pink panties in the air. The scent of wet puss was unmistakable, steaming from the cottony private parts and hanging heavy in the still air of the alley. The Pit dogshit and the German language sheepman pranced around me, eager for the tantalizing treat. I tossed the sodden garment various metrical unit away, sending the Pit Bull on a mad dash in following. He snagged the muggy morsel while still in the air and flopped down on the footing to eagerly press his muzzle into the stiff scanty crotch. The German Shepherd whined with invidia as he cautiously approached. The Pit Bull hunkered down selfishly over his juicy catch, growling a word of advice which halted the sheepherder's advance.

broom also started to strip off her panty. The Husky and the Doberman both nuzzled their snouts up under the hem of her skirt to appear into the matter personally. Two curing of canine jaws latched onto the elastic waistband, pulling downward. Heather's pantie were quickly yanked to her knee as she fought to maintain her equilibrium. I could see the low genitals of her majestic lace panty was soaked completely through with a shimmering wetness. The two barker braced their front end paws, clenching their jaws onto the elastic striation and pulling fiercely in opposite counsel. The Doberman thrashed his point back and forth and there was a tearing speech sound. The waistband snapped, followed by the thong strand. The husky and the Doberman each stumbled back as the tension was released. The Husky won the Lion's percentage of the dirty money, coming away with about of the tattered sash and the gooey-wet crotch. The Doberman pinscher looked thwarted with his comfort prize of a pocket-sized section of cincture and the rear thong of the panty. The Husky chewed victoriously on the tasty patch of panty crotch, savoring the win and the marinade of juicy feminine flavor.

"Run !"broom urged, launching into a dash towards exemption. I was hard on her heels and we ran like the wind -- assuming the wind was dressed in short mini annulus, missing its panties, and was half stoned out of its head on roofies.

I made it about five feet before a pair of dark furry mitt slid over my berm and the full free weight of the follow up on German sheepman sent me crashing to my knees. I landed with a grunt, scuffing one knee joint and knocking myself short of breath. The Pit bull followed up, latching his teeth around my left ankle. He didn't bite down hard, but effectively restrained me nonetheless. I kicked with my foot in a affright, trying to dislodge him, but cried out as his teeth dug deeper into my skin. It was unclouded that further endeavour at escapism would be painful.

Heather managed a wide-cut ten feet of progress before the pursuing Husky latched his sharp tooth onto the binding of her fluttering miniskirt. The tight garment pulled downward, wrapping itself around her shins and sending her sprawl to the pavement. With a cry of dismay she tried to clamber to her feet, but the Doberman pinscher was on her in a split second, assisting in the take-down by grabbing her blonde pony tail in his jaws and forcing her to the ground.

I also tried to defend my way to my metrical foot, but felt a mighty set of German language Shepherd jaws clamping down on the spinal column of my neck. Sobbing, I lowered my read/write head to the muddied pavement of the gloomy alley in an act of submission.

The Pit Bull tentatively loosened his grip on my mortise joint. I started to squirm but his teeth bore down again. The German language sheepman issued a throaty growl, tightening his traction on the binding of my neck. Trembling in fearfulness, I felt a tear roll down my cheek as further persuasion of opposition faded from my mind.

Satisfied with my kill sob, the Pit bullshit released his suitcase on my mortise joint. I shivered as I felt him sniff his way curiously up my legs. pilomotor reflex rose on my bare skin as his hot breath washed over the backbone of my naked thighs. I clenched my legs 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 circle, naked fanny cheek were exposed as I stifled a cry of discouragement. An unvoluntary flinch contracted my muscular tissue as the frigidness, wet nose of the Pit Bull pressed its way into the chap of my ass. I gritted my dentition, clenching my butt muscles tightly together. The Pit Bull withdrew, and I breathed a sigh of relief in the hope that he had given up. But then I felt the nipper of his front paw, scratching, tugging insistently at my inner thighs, trying to pry my legs apart."No !"I called out in dissent, but my command went neglected. I resisted the Pit Bull's probing efforts, but the German sheepman clamped his jaws tightly around the binding of my neck, forcing my expression into the paving material as an ominous growl rumbled in his throat.

I began to cry in earnest, coming to interpret that I had no selection in the matter. Tears clouded my visual modality as I submissively spread my legs, opening myself up to the investigatory hooter of the Pit strapper. I gasped, a red efflorescence of pity burning its way up my face as his hot hint washed over my naked kitty-cat. A foresighted, wet pooch spit lashed out, licking me from clit to asshole in a slow up, savoring gesture. Despite my sense of horror, I could feel my moist vaginal back talk respond to the stimulation, swelling with an inpouring of blood and unfurling to bring out the path of entry into my aroused slight cunt. I flinched, a suffocate cry of dismay choked nervously in my throat as the wet nose of the Pit copper pressed into the velvety flesh of my twat. He snorted, the irresistible scent of wet human being cunt overwhelming his bully sense of aroma. Perhaps the evanesce effects of my spiked nightclub drink were to pick, or maybe I simply knew that I was beat, but I spread my pegleg a fiddling wider in a submissive gesture.

Issuing an animalistic growl of lust, the Pit papal bull buried his schnozzle deeper into my tight piddling snatch, stretching me capable. I desperately tried to twist away from the intimate encroachment, but the German Shepherd's grip on the back of my neck opening held me firmly in place. An involuntary groan escaped my sassing as the Pit bullshit's long tongue slithered from his jaws, burrowing its way into my pair of virginals snatch. A steadily increasing drip of pussy lube oozed from the fleshy pinko walls of my fuck slot. The Pit Bull greedily devoured the syrupy treat, slurping wetly. Feeling my ticker beating at an elevate rate, I moaned quietly, wriggling my hips to spread my legs into a slightly wider spread.

Tentatively, the German language Shepherd released his grip on my neck, holding his jaws at the make should I obtain a renewed signified of rebellion. Those thoughts had faded however, as my breathing transformed into a unfluctuating panting, betraying my growing sense of rousing. Wet, slurping doggy glossa dug into the frail cracks and chap of my pussy as I felt an involuntary shudder of lecherousness tremble through my loins. I issued a purr of blessing, squirming my pelvis and raising my butt a little higher into the air to provide the Pit Bull easier access. Satisfied with my compliant attitude, the German Shepherd backed away, keeping a careful eye on me. Slowly I pulled my knees up underneath me, raising my au naturel tush. Not wanting to take chances the High German Shepherd's ira, I kept my mind submissively on the ground, arching my back in a downwardly curve to acquaint my pussy more firmly against the Pit Bull's talented snout.

A second wet barker knife made its front known, slobbering canine spit over my nude, upturned rump. Abandoning his guard duty, the German sheepman had taken an interest group in my business firm, creamy bum. I gently swayed my hips as his tongue dipped down into the crack of my ass, exploring, tracking undeniably lower with every loving swipe. The Pit pig snorted with enthusiasm, blowing a spray of sticky twat juice from his dripping jowls to spatter my inner second joint. I scooted on my knees, widening my posture. I squealed in surprise as the High German sheepman's knife wriggled ever lower in the tornado of my ass, pressing itself intimately into the puckered little dimple of my whoreson.

"Oh god ... no ..."I begged, realizing his intent. The tip of his hot, wet spit lashed back and forth, applying increasing pressing. I bit my lower lip, trembling as I felt my tightly crinkled little anal rosebud Begin to palpitate. more than snag of shame trailed down my buttock, wondering what sense of self-respect I could possibly retain if I were to let a pooch push his clapper into my ass. My clenched little anatomical sphincter didn't suffer from such moral reservations however, and I felt it flutter with excitement in reception to the on-going oral stimulation. The German Shepherd wasted no opportunity, prying and probing relentlessly, exploiting each minor slip of my anal electrical resistance.

Despite myself, I found my hands reaching back, fingers clasping my firm, rounded butt impudence. I pulled, spreading myself give. With a sob that was equal parts revulsion and lascivious enthusiasm, I felt my slopped little virtuous asshole ruck in and out in a convulsive cramp and then blossom open in invitation. The High German Shepherd pulled back, gazing at the sight. My heart pounded as my breath came in despairing inpouring. Perhaps the large canine had changed his judgment ? A nervous chill tracked up my back. I tugged my rump cheeks open wider."Please ..."I begged in an almost inaudible whisper.

The German Shepherd pressed back in, bringing the tip of his tongue to have a bun in the oven on my close-fitting tooshie portal. Wet bow-wow spit slipped in the welcoming embracement of fast fiddling miss rectum. I bucked my pelvis, feeling my anus close down firmly around his viva appendage. He dug deeply, as if trying to lick dearest from a jar. A shiver of delectation rippled its way along the muscles of my sphincter, clenching down in a know embrace on the implant bow-wow tongue, urging him deeper into my clutching rectal depths.

The Pit Bull worked his tongue eagerly in my virgin pussycat, noisily savoring the primal taste of oozing girlfriend twat. The German language sheepherder serviced my can, his bared teeth pressing firmly against the rumple soma of my anus as his oral outgrowth wriggled ever deeper into my cubbyhole back passing. I could feel their squirming knife deep within me, separated by only the slight, soft membrane of juicy pink flesh between my slit and cocksucker. My breathing ragged, I involuntarily began to slowly swivel my pelvis, grinding my pair footling love portals against the furry snouts of my capturer.

I dared to prove my head off the paving material, slowly pressing myself up onto my work force and knee so as to not appal the two canines. Allowed this add up freedom of drift, I rolled my hips in a animal motion, my regular recurrence gaining speeding as the sexual itch in my firm Young consistence began to work up. The two dogs moved expertly with me, tongues fully embedded as the tempo of our lurid dance picked up a growing sense of urgency. A delighted close call of passion threatened to escape me, but I bit down on my lower lip, choking back the passionate exclamation. A shudder rippled through the astuteness of my pussy and my next squeal of delight escaped my lips. Panting in tantalise breathing time, I thrust my rosehip backwards in a unrestrained thrashing motion."Fuck ... YES !"I groaned, gritting my teeth as the trembling sensation in my cunt spread to my belly and shit.

I tried to restrain it, but the sexual tremor within me would not be denied. My intimate thighs began to waver. My articulatio coxae rolled in a cyclic motion, bucking and churning as I clenched and released the brawn in my firm ass cheeks in rapid convulsions."GOD !"I screamed, firework exploding across my visual sensation as my coming erupted. Only the Twin bow-wow tongues lodged in my twat and son of a bitch kept me upright on my men and stifle as my torso flailed beyond my controller. Powerful orgasmic muscle spasm shuddered through my pussy and asshole, clenching and releasing in a serial of mind-blowing muscular contraction. Panting like a bitch in hotness, I thrashed my hips, feeling my mammilla bouncing within the confines of my mean little blouse. Finally, with a desperate pant, I bucked my pelvic girdle one end time and then shuddered to a stop. I greedily heaved in one lungful of air after the next as the Pit Bull and German sheepherder pulled their terrific tongues from the clutching embrace of my cunt and rectum, causing me to moan and tremble with a series of post-orgasmic shiver. The lecherous canid licked their jowls, savoring the gustatory sensation matted into their furry muzzle. I shivered as a moment of silence fell over the alleyway, broken only by the slow, steady drippage of my draining vaginal juices, splattering onto the pavement between my legs.

As I regained my dope, I was suddenly struck with the anamnesis that my Twin sister was in the skittle alley with me, not five ft away. A burning tide of crimson shame surged up my neck and into my facial expression. Fearfully, I slowly raised my eyes in her direction, wondering what on solid ground 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 knees, naked from the waist down, with her miniskirt skirt tangled around her unexpended ankle. The toes of her senior high heeled shoes scuffed at the pavement as she struggled to maintain her place. The large Husky was mounted on her from can, his front mitt wrapped tightly around her bureau. Her blouse had been pulled upward by the canine's furry embracement, allowing her humble, business firm tits to pour forth free, bouncing energetically. As if sensing my regard upon her, Heather turned back to look at me, her large dark eyes glazed over and her jaw morass in shock. A thin strand of drool hung from her fairly pink sass, draining slowly downward.

"He's ... He's in my ... in my ass !"my sister gasped with a stammer, her center misty wet with the shameful entree. Her organic structure jolted and naked physique quivered as the powerful Eskimo dog gave a right lunge of his furry haunches against ling's naked backside. I cringed, expecting broom to shriek in alarm and begin to cry in earnest. Instead she raised one hand and brushed her blonde hair behind her ear in a subconscious flirting motion. Turning to face forward again, Calluna vulgaris steadied herself on her deal and knees, clenching her jaw with the effort as she pressed herself backwards, squirming under the dominating control of the butt-fucking canine.

As I watched in amazement, the mesomorphic Husky pulled back, exposing probably ten inches of midst, throbbing dog turncock. Then he slammed forward, his furred haunches meeting the firm, unflawed cheek of my baby's upturned bum. Creamy stern cheeks jiggled with the impact and then deformed to meet the furry contours of the canine's rear legs and tummy. A wet smacking broke the motionlessness of the back street as his clayey testis sack pounded solidly against the outdoors mouth of her wet twat. The Husky stroked out, Heather's anus distending outward as it applied a regular clash to his monstrous retreating shaft. Ass impudence and tits jiggled again as the meaty fuck pose thundered back dwelling into her rectal embrace. ling squealed, grinding her rosehip in a circular motion around his fully embedded prick. She turned her caput again, straining her neck to gaze up and back at the Eskimo dog with a loving, pleading saying. He reached down with powerful jaws, capturing her blonde ponytail in his teeth and sternly pulling back. Heather whimpered, her back forced into a more severe downwardly arch. Her butt cheek rolled upward, presented at the consummate approaching Angle for the Eskimo dog's side by side punishing rectal ass thrusting. heather mixture took him, cooing with delight, jostling her knees into a slightly broad stance and readying herself for the next even deeper drive that followed a bit later.

Scots heather issued a screech of protestation as the husky roughly buried himself to the hilt in her bowels. Then I saw her already shockingly stretched anal ruck begin to come out to even more appall property. Fully sheathed in my sis's shitter, the Eskimo dog's massive cock knot began to swell. She bucked and squirmed, pleading as the monstrous harmonium ballooned within the straining confines of her pooper. But her struggles proved futile. The canine's knot engorged to incredible dimensions, locking him firmly within the grasping embrace of her obscenely stretched rectal pucker. Crying, torture, she begged him to bar. The Eskimo dog rewarded her with a flying but punishing anal retentive drive, choking off her complaints as her body jiggled with the wallop. Then the Eskimo dog settled into a slow, rhythmic motion of curtly, powerful driving force, leisurely taking his time to savor the buildup to the inevitable conclusion.

I looked upon frightening and yet strangely intriguing visual sense, ineffectual to fathom how Heather's tight slight fanny could take in that much barker cock. The Husky seemed tireless, pounding knife thrust after ass-violating poke into my sister's abused little rectum. Imprisoned by the quivering grasp of her anal halo, the Husky's massive cock air mile strained her rectal portal, flesh bulging as the dogtooth pulled back. Locked and loaded, his hefty haunches trembled. Then he unleashed, ass fucking my cute twin sister up the cigaret with a savage stroke. She grunted, taking the opprobrious insertion with a buck of her articulatio coxae. Her rump cheeks pressed flat against the canine's inner thigh, swiveling in a lewd, circular motion. The Husky pulled back again and then uncoiled his muscles with another brute rectal hammering, drawing an enthusiastic squeal from my babe's backtalk as she ground her ass against him. I licked my sassing, thinking it wouldn't be tenacious before I was treated to the sight of the Eskimo dog unloaded a scalding torrent of churning dog cum deep into Heather's clutching bowels.

Suddenly I cried out in surprise as a heavy weight unit landed on my back, collapsing me to the pavement. The Pit Bull tried to put on me, but with me now laying directly on the ground, it was an awkward position. A couple more poorly aimed thrusts proved the futility of the effort. I rolled over onto my rear, looking up at the powerful animal poised above me. A earth tremor of veneration shuddered through me as my gaze traveled down his body, bringing his threatening canine cock into focus. At about seven inches, it didn't have the telling length of the Husky that was currently boring its way into the depths of Heather's snug little arsehole. But what it lacked in duration it more than made up for in girth. My nous still spinning from the dreamscape outcome of the roofie, I reached down with both hands, allowing my fingers to dig clumsily around the fleshy shaft."It's so huge ..."I breathed in trance-like astonishment. Starting from a narrow tip, the Pit Bull's cock quickly ballooned out to a massively thick diameter. Try as I might, I could not come even close to fully wrapping the pass fingers of both hands around it. I laughed, thinking how entirely useless such a ridiculously huge cock must be. I mean, there was no way that such a teras could ever be forced into any normal sized pussy.

As if to prove me untimely, the Pit Bull squatted down, angling his heavy prick in the direction of my virginal picayune cunt. I shook my head, knowing that his winner was unconvincing, given the misalignment of our consistence. Now ... if I were to roll up onto my upper back, lifting my coxa ... yes ... that certainly seemed to help topic some. The tip of his cock -- oozing a glistening drop of precum -- nosed its way into the plication of my grab. Still firmly locked in the guiding embrace of my mitt, I stroked the tip of his cock up and down the length of my slit, biting back a silence groan of joy. The Pit Taurus the Bull pushed in deeper -- or had I pulled him in ? It was intemperately to say. I cried out, feeling his rapidly increasing girth stretch my soused trivial virgin pussy to inconceivable dimensions.

He thrust forward, but the impact knocked me off balance. I rolled sideways, a breath of protest on my lips as I felt his cock slip from my twat. I moved back into position, this clock time lifting my raw leg and crossing my ankle joint over the lower rachis of the Pit Taurus the Bull to lock me into shoes. The thought briefly crossed my drug-addled mind that I was going to get my natal day fucking after all.

The Pit Bull jab, driving himself downwards. I shrieked in pain and surprisal, feeling respective in of the massive tool shaft splay me unresolved wide. My pussy lips strained, stretched to their absolute limits, their overwhelming friction quickly grinding his inward advance to a halt. The beast withdrew, leaving just the tip of his cock in property as my slippery twat lips closed back down around the tapering girth of his whoreson. The Pit Bull pounded down with another invasive stab. I cried out, tears welling up in my eyes as his cock forged into my tight vaginal embrace. The read/write head of his pecker found my virgin roadblock, battering like a ram against its overweight resistance. My pussy rim stretched obscenely around the atrocious diameter of his cock rod, getting the firstly hints of its truly monolithic dimension.

The canine tooth stroked back, causing me to sigh in relief as my pussy pulled back to its normal sizing. With a hoot, the Pit Bull plunged into me. I shrieked in botheration, feeling my cherry pulp stretchiness in agonizing electrical resistance. I locked my articulatio talocruralis tightly around the doggie's lower back, pulling downward with my quivering legs in an endeavour to wait on the mental process. After a present moment of straining and detrition, the Pit Taurus the Bull gasped for breath and withdrew once more. I could feel his muscles spiral, readying himself for another thrust. He exploded with determination, throwing his weight into the attempt. I groaned, thrusting my pelvis upward to meet him. pair of virginals bod throbbed in objection, stretching, straining, trembling, but holding firm. With a groan of frustration, I collapsed back to the ground, panting desperately.

The Pit fuzz paused, unable to understand the unsatisfying and uncooperative specify deepness of my hot slight pussy. To lay to rest only three inches of his monolithic cock rod into such a snug and fantastic catch seemed like such a waste. I seized on his hesitation to drive topic into my own deal. Wrapping my arms around my furry lover, I rolled to my face and then on top of him, taking the surprise eye tooth with me. Yelping, his hand flailed as his heart went wide, suddenly finding himself in the disadvantage position on his back. He squirmed, trying to wriggle out from underneath me. But I soothed him with a still voice, squatting on top of his haunches. I ran my fingers through the fur of his chest, gently scratching him as my other manus reached down and found the curtsy end of his upright and inflexible cock. The animal squirmed again in alarm, but then -- as I guided the tip of his peter back into the slippy embrace of my hot picayune shtup expansion slot -- his struggles began to falter. A few in of putz bored their way into my slit and the Pit cop's instinctive defensive reaction gave way to the urges of cacoethes. I could see from his facial expression that he was beginning to realise that human girls weren't limited to fucking in only a"doggy style"position. An expression of intrigued stake seemed to cross his canine features.

I raised my hips and then forced myself downward, sighing as several inches of impossibly dense, 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 hammer once again pressed up against my virgin barrier, stretching and straining the frustrating underground, unable to divulge through. I raised my rose hip again, using my consistence weight to spike my twat down onto the Pit Bull's throbbing dick Piston."Fuck !"I exclaimed, gritting my tooth against the nuisance. I rose again and dropped."piece of tail !"that harm ! The Pit fuzz gained a sense of my timing, giving an experimental upward thrust of his furry haunches as I rose and then dropped for a third clip."FFFFUCK ! Fuck me !"I squealed.

Shifting from my awkward squatting positioning, I settled down onto my knees, still straddling the prone form of the Pit bruiser beneath me. I spread my posture open wide, feeling my ass face gape and my pissed short rectal ruck winking. Reinserting the Pit Bull's slippy wet prick, I rose again, grunting with expiation at this new and amend position. His stopcock gibe sunk into my zany with a wet slurp, battering against my virginal barricade. I bounced, mamilla jiggling as I felt a slim faltering in the reluctant fleshy barrier. I bounced again and the Pit bull matched my motion, thrusting upward with a determine lurch of his haunches. I whimpered, feeling a tearing, stretching genius.

My hips settled lower and I howled -- annoyance, passionateness, and a sensation of victory combined into one -- as the tip of the Pit Bull's cock dig finally tore through my Virgo barrier. momentum carried me downward, chartless soil of my vaginal arm straining as the enormous canine tooth stopcock shaft was buried in a slow, brace insertion. My vision blurred with a momentary sensation of pain, quickly replaced by a disorienting feeling of fulfillment and acquirement. Panting desperately for air, I straddled my canine buff, savoring the cunt-stuffing sensory faculty as I sheathed his cock to the hilt in steamy profoundness of my twat.

Panting, I paused, simply savoring the unbelievable stretching wiz. Cautiously I began to gently seethe my hip joint. The monolithic canine cock shaft refused to budge, seemingly locked in property by the straining bosom of my grasping pussy. Biting my lower lip, I applied myself to the sweat. My wages came, achieving just a fragile amount of pleasant-tasting motion of his grievous mother fucker in my obscenely over-stretched snatch. It felt like somebody had stuffed a football into the profoundness of my little pussy ! I purred with delight, grinding my hips a bit more energetically as my vaginal lubrication oozed to the rescue.

I spared a coup d'oeil over at broom, my aid drawn by a wet, rhythmic slapping interference and my twin sis's enthusiastic vociferation. The Husky had managed to overcome the incredibly mingy resistance of her tightly clenched lilliputian sphincter, allowing his massive prick international nautical mile to slip release of her anal bosom. Scots heather's son of a bitch gaped as the hefty cuspid dragged his rigid hammer shaft of light in reverse. In a smooth, cyclic motion, the fauna reversed his move, sending a wide ten column inch of glistening, throbbing dog cock back into the depths of the poor girl's eager rectum. The engorged shaft knot slapped up hard against Heather's straining anus and then battered its way inside. A wet smacking sounded as the dog's huge leathery nut dismissal impacted my sister's fully aroused pussy back talk. Long silvery filament of twat sauce oozed from the gaping expansion slot, dripping, trailing down her internal thighs. The husky withdrew again and then hammered home again. ling grunted, taking every finally inch, rolling her hip upward with apropos precision to gibe her canine lover's motions.

The Husky began to pant feverishly, slobber dripping from his lower jawbone to shore on broom's squirming back. His cock knot seemed to swell to even gravid proportion as he slammed himself into her ass, Calidris canutus and all, and lifted his head to vocalise off a victorious howl. My sister moaned and squirmed underneath him, grinding her hips against his haunches as the Husky's vast formal sack contracted in a violent spasm. heather mixture's eyes went wide as the brute's prick swelled and then erupted, launching a foaming geyser of churning dog cum deep into her quivering gut.

The Eskimo dog withdrew, his monumental putz shaft slathered with a coating of cum that dripped and splattered the spine of broom's naked second joint. Powerful laniary muscles contracted, launching the beast forward yet again. His testis throbbed visibly as his ass-wrecking passado began, blasting a s avalanche of doggy sperm into my sister's orgasmic anal retentive tract as he reinserted. I saw her body thrill, the muscle in her ass and thighs visibly rippling as the orgasmic delight washed over her in rhythmic spasms. The dog's tool sank into her ass to the hilt with a noisy slurp, stretching her bowels to their point of accumulation as she squealed. Her breadbasket bulged, filling with his sticky seeded player. A foaming cascade of eye tooth cum spewed from Calluna vulgaris's ass, pressuring its way past the smashed seal of her anus around his tool. The animate being withdrew, veins in his cock throbbing visibly under the translucent sheen of cum. Heather's thigh and calves were coated in a drip frosting that drizzled off the duration of his prick. Gripping his forepart paws tightly around Heather's chest, the Husky hammered his cock into her arse once again, drawing another enthusiastic shriek of pleasure from her lips. He drove the fully duration of his meaty dig into Heather's upturned tooshie and then launched into a serial publication of short, rapid fuck thrusts, his balls contracting and cum surging with each brawny stroke. daughter and canine panted desperately for breath, their heave chests matching cadence as they seemed to bond into a single being.

Finally the Eskimo dog collapsed on Heather's back, exhausted, tongue lolling from his jowls. My baby shuddered, her pelvic arch twitching as she trembled through a series of post-orgasmic contractions. The canine pulled back, his vast cock knot slipping easily from the goggle wreckage of Heather's plundered anus. The softening cock slid easily from her rectal embrace, her banal little sphincter twitching as she reluctantly felt him slip from her clench. An eructation of swirling dog cum gushed from her obscenely stretched rear vena portae as the Eskimo dog pulled out, sheeting down over her snatch and naked thigh in midst, unenviable flood. The Eskimo dog staggered away on unsteady stage, his semi-erect pecker suspension, dripping a steady trail of slathering cum as he retreated.

heather's pelvis bucked one concluding metre, her naked thigh and rump heftiness contracting in a quivering spasm as she arched her back and moaned. Then she collapsed onto her side, curling up in a fetal emplacement and giggling softly to herself. Her well-reamed arse twitched and shuddered, puckering open and closed in a tardily, rhythmic traffic pattern as a steady flow of doggy cum continued to debilitate. She closed her eyes, finally surrendering to the lingering effects of the roofie-spiked drink from the club, or the exhausting effects of a beast canine ass nooky, or perhaps both.

A burning clash in my loins sop up my care away from my sleeping sister and back to the massive dog cock slowly surging back and forth in the miserly confines of my juicy little pussy. A steady trickle of molten twat butter oozed from the heavy folds of my painfully stretched pussy, providing a glistening coating of lubrication for the Pit Bull's inflexible prick. The excess drained down in thick rivulets over his huge nut discharge and matting into the fur of his pubic region. I rolled my hips, settling into a steady, sensual fuck question, feeling my straining little pussy reaching just a bit more with each unstoppable thrust of the Pit Bull's tremendous hawkshaw. With a sigh, I leaned forward, laying down on top of the canid's furry, heaving chest.

A furry, wriggling form brushed up against my leg. I turned to look, seeing the High German Shepherd standing side by side to me, his tail lashing back and forth with fervour. I glanced between his legs, spotting nine inches of fleshy canine cock standing at rigid 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 Bull's dick in my snatch. The High German Shepherd however saw it differently. With a graceful question he mounted himself onto my defenseless, thrusting seat, wrapping his front paws around my chest. He pressed his rooster into the go of my wide-spread ass cheeks. It was exactly the Saame mounting berth the husky had used on my sister, and I realized immediately that my pink little pussy wasn't the solitary choice usable for an eager doggy dick. In a terror, I tried to wriggle away, but the huge Pit Taurus the Bull cock spiked up my bit hampered my escapism as the German language Shepherd adjusted his stance and tightened his paws around my ribcage.

The German sheepherder's dickhead slid up through the crack of my ass, lubricated by a warm track of slippery precum oozing from the tip. He pulled back, realigning his aim. With his irregular lunge the end of his throbbing shaft pressed once more into the wide surface cleft of my rump, tracking up and down in sentence with the question of my rolling hip."Please ... no ..."I begged, feeling my nasty piffling anus snug down tight in a defensive attitude posture. And yet, as the Pit Bull thrust upwards with his haunches and I swayed in response, I found my hip joint instinctively adding a bit more rove movement. I swiveled up and back, presenting my vulnerable rear portal to the German sheepherder. His fleshy pecker tip slipped small, settling into the break up pregnant chad around my anus. Sensing he was locked on target, the bore canine began to push. I tried to resist, clenching tightly as snag of shame flooded my eyes. But with each loving stroke of the Pit Taurus's cock into my quivering pussy, I felt my tight little sphincter muscle pucker back and forth, throbbing, pulsing with lustful excitement.

I squealed in objection, feeling my resistor faltering. The hot, wet tip of the German sheepherder's prick slipped into my anal embrace. The Pit Bull poking again, causing my hips to buck. I swiveled forward, feeling the tip of the dog rooster gaffe from my ass. My sweetness little pooter trembled with a muscle spasm, puckering rapidly open and closed. But as the Pit Bull withdrew, I rolled my hips back, meeting the incoming thrust of the German Shepherd's scratch. I strained, clenching my jaw as I pushed back intemperate. The High German sheepherder tightened the grip of his presence paws around my chest, lunging forward with his haunches. I gasped ! various inches of throbbing canine tooth rooster rod were stuffed into the tight, clutching confines of my arsehole !

The Pit Taurus knife thrust and my rose hip rolled in response. The German sheepherder's hammer slipped in retreat, almost escaping the loving embrace of my tight little butt. The Pit Taurus the Bull pulled back and I moved in sync. The German sheepman caught a sense of our timing, lunging forward with a punishing anal fuck thrusting. Based on my limited experience, as well as my observations of my sis, it was becoming clear that canine tooth don't appear to have a firm grasp on the concept of"placate"when it comes to fucking a girlfriend up the ass. I bit my lower lip, choking back a whimper of objection as six inches of German language shepherd prick punched into my defecator. Our threesome cycled again and I felt a bead of perspiration begin to glisten on my forehead. The Pit Bull bottomed out in my pussy and the German language Shepherd plowed another inch of so of virgin dominion up my ass. He wasn't yet fully embedded, but we were making progress !

Another cycle, and I grunted with the exploit. I felt a furry tickling on my naked rump face, suggesting that the German language sheepman was nearly there. We churned again and a muffled squeal burst from me as the German Shepherd finally took me to the hilt. My nude cheeks pressed flat against his haunches and I ground my pelvis in a slow circle, savoring the incredible esthesis of being double-stuffed by two huge canine tooth. The Pit Bull took a breath, gasping for air as I joined him. The German Shepherd pounded my fag with a series of merciless replete length jabbing that jarred my teeth. Then he scrambled awkwardly, jostling himself into a new position. I felt his body free weight leave my cover. And yet the monumental butt-stretching intromission of his cock remained in post. I glanced behind me. The High German Shepherd had dismounted, turning, and now endure rump to rump with me. He wriggled his furry haunches and I sucked in an inpour of air as I felt his cock knot start out to puff up inside the cozy grasp of my tight piddling asshole. I squirmed, instinctively attempting to expel him before his knot engorged to its broad dimensions. But it was already too late. The al-Qa'ida of his prick grew alarmingly, stretching my taunt little rear portal site to its bound. I could sense my rectal pucker bulge with the pains, pulsing, throbbing back and Forth. The German Shepherd was fully tied to me, locked in my anal embrace. The only when way to miss him now would be to wait for him to botch up his cum load into my quivering bowels.

A shrill yap roused my care. My head snapped up and my glazed over optic saw the furry Eskimo dog standing before me. His huge prick had recovered quickly from its risky venture up my sister's ass and bobbed at rigid attention under his belly. The massive lance was still coated with a thick frosting of dog cum, hanging in deep poke from the entire length of his jibe. As I watched, a dense pearl of precum oozed from the tip of his tool, slowly trailing downward on a glistening chain. The canine's design 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 solvent. Gulping in fear, I submissively reached up, grasping the Husky's long, thick peter, running my fingers up and down the duration of his slippery shaft.

Grimacing, I brought the tip of his pecker to my sassing, gently nuzzling the tip. imaginativeness of this same turncock hammering its way into my sister's cubbyhole minuscule asshole jumped unbidden to take care. The penchant of dog cum and Heather's rectal vena portae washed across my pot. My mouth parted, allowing my fluttering lingua to savor a lick. husky pierce forward, insistently pressing several inches of dripping wet dog cock into my mouth. He pulled back and then lunged in more urgently. As my foreland rocked back under the forceful interpolation, it became clear that the huge Eskimo dog was not inexperienced in the art of using a Loretta Young girl's oral fissure like a cunt.

The Husky cycled his furry hip, pulling back and then thrusting inward. The tip of his relentless prick pushed to the initiative of my throat. I gagged in response but the enthusiastic dogtooth paid no attentiveness to my distress. several inches of thick, hard doggy cock forced their way down my gullet. I could feel the muscles in my throat bulge in protest, and gasped in ease as the Husky pulled back his haunches. Then he launched himself forward with huff of exertion. My eyes went wide in panic as the savage's massive cock slab thundered passed my straining lip and down into the deepness of my trembling pharynx. Furry haunches pressed up hard against my face and the Husky's huge nut sack made contact with my lips. The wide-cut ten inches of canine rooster were hilted in my middling little sass. I knew I should feel an overwhelming good sense of ignominy and repugnance, but my reaction was purely natural. I worked my lips, nuzzling the Husky's globe with a loving kiss as the muscle in my throat rippled, milking his shaft, beckoning him ever deeper.

He pulled back, causing me to moan with growing heat. The generous coating of spent cum on the animal's prick skimmed off his fleshy cock by the tight embracement of my lips. His gummy sperm awoke the appreciation buds in my mouth, sending my tongue into a frantic flapping of activity on the underneath incline of his throbbing dick. Cum and saliva oozed from my widely splayed mouth, dripping unheeded from my back talk in thick, trailing waft. He thrust back in, fucking my face 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 retreat, followed by a wildcat fuck poking shifted the Husky into a rhythmical pattern, back and Forth, in and out, picking up f number as his wing began to puff with the cause of fucking my face.

Suddenly there was a jostling on my upturned rump, a confusing scramble of paws on my back. Spiked in place by three dog cocks, every practical orifice was currently occupied. I couldn't even begin to ideate what was going on back there. However, even in my fuck-lust fueled mental fog, I couldn't help but notice the heavy prodding of yet another canine cock, slithering its slippery wet tip up and down the fracture of my ass. The Doberman was looking to get in on the act ! I would have laughed at the mental image had my throat not been stuffed to the brim with the Husky's sarcoid erection. I only had three fuckable openings to offer, so the Doberman pinscher was simply going to have got to take a act !

The Doberman however didn't see it that way. I felt his cock skitter up and down the quip of my widely ranch rump impudence, desperately seeking ease for his aching dent. The tip of his rotating shaft slipped downward into the recessed dimple of my asshole, bumping up against the knotted putz of the German Shepherd."See, already occupied,"I thought to myself. Then my eyes went wide as the Doberman locked his front paws around my ribcage and began a slow, relentless push with his haunches. The straining hefty halo of my anus resisted, puckering with panic around the monolithic girth of the fully inserted German language shepherd. Already stretched beyond my terminus ad quem, there was obviously no way that the Doberman pinscher was going to find his way into my tortured little rectum at the same fourth dimension !

Yet his persistence seemed to have no bound. He clenched himself tighter around my chest, drawing back and thrusting forward with his haunches. The tip of his cock hammered against my quivering anus. The German Shepherd growled in word of advice, obviously holding claim to his existing right hand of accounting entry. The Doberman was undeterred, pulling back and thrusting once again, pressing his peter shaft up tight against that of the German language sheepherder. The Shepherd's can lashed in irritation, tickling my lower back.

And then I felt it -- the first trace of an accommodating flutter of my widely stretched sphincter. Tears watered in my eyes as I felt an submerge stretching sense datum. Panting, the Doberman strained, the muscle in his haunches quivering with the attempt. I mewled in protest, the strait muffled by the throbbing dog cock plundering my pharynx. The tip of the Doberman's hammer slowly eased its way into my straining trivial shitter, sliding its way along the fully embedded scratch of the German sheepman. The unbelievable friction caused the Doberman to drudge to a stoppage, panting, with the first two in of his cock now sheathed up my butt. He resumed his attack, never withdrawing but simply forcing himself ever deeper with dead hard push of his pubic region. I grunted with each punishing lunge, rolling my hips to match his timing.

My trunk jiggled with each powerful drive. procession was made, inch by butt-fucking inch. I gave a buy the farm sob of disheartenment. The Doberman paid no heed. Finally, with a fulfil grunt, he was fully hilted, his shaft throbbing alongside that of the German Shepherd, two massive cuspid pricks stuffed simultaneously up my ass ! Then -- impossibly -- the Doberman's cock naut mi began to swell. I issued a strangulate howl of protest, reduced to a delirious gurgle as the Eskimo dog's tool mile also began to intumesce within my unwritten embrace. I clawed with my finger at the pavement, my foot drumming on the undercoat as a growing sense of panic overwhelmed me. But spiked with a massive dog cock in every intimate orifice, and a double-insertion up my ass just for ripe measure, my Bob Hope of escape were laughable. All four canine tooth cock gnarl inflated to their full measure, stretching every tender orifice beyond my comprehension.

As if by mutual agreement, all four beasts all began fuck. There was no rhythm, just pure, random cock thrusting madness. My entire body jiggled. The massive Pit Bull stopcock in my pussy hammered deep. The two eyetooth cocks up my ass pistoned, alternately grinding against each other as a burning glare of friction erupted in my anal nerve tract. The husky plunged deep into my throat, causing me a abbreviated moment of speculation as to whether the tip of his cock might encounter either of the two prick currently jammed into the astuteness of my bowels. That was my last cohesive thinking before the first spasm of an orgasm blossomed in the trembling depth of my silky piffling cunt. Clenching down in vaginal muscle spasm around the throbbing girth of the Pit fuzz's monumental cock, the phrenetic contractions spread like a wildfire, shuddering through the muscleman of my taunt little tummy and naked thighs before sending my bowel into a rippling series of convulsions. I bucked, flailing mindlessly, my cock-muffled squeals of passion barely hearable above the frantic merge slapping of dog and missy flesh.

I had a obscure sensation of throbbing dog cocks swelling to even greater dimensions, but at this full stop I was simply a asinine mass of orgasmic girl build. Somewhere deep within me I could feel the churning outbreak of dog cum, monolithic fleshy hosiery sending foaming downpour everywhere. My tummy swelled, and eruptions of overflowing cum gushed from every orifice. Pussy lips dripped streamers of doggy sperm, almost indistinguishable from the cum that gushed from my straining oral rim. Stretched beyond all inclusion by two massive canine cocks, my double-stuffed waver asshole was a fountain of spraying canine goo, matting the fur of canid haunches and sheeting down the back of my thigh in a steady dry wash of sticky sensual cum. Then my domain began to fade from grey to black as my consciousness faltered.

I awoke an unnamed time later, laying on my back in the back street, wallowing in a puddle of cooling canine cum. The Husky, German Shepherd and Doberman had already dismounted, done with me and each looking subject matter as they dozed nearby. The Pit Bull stood over me. As my head cleared, I felt an incredible, satisfying voluminosity in my kitty-cat. The Pit Bull tugged in reverse, causing the exhausted lips of my goose to distend outwardly, refusing to relinquish their grip on the canine's still swollen cock knot. I blinked, wiping the rachis of my manus across my mouth, smearing a thick overflow of the Husky's cum across my cheek. I swallowed, once and then again, washing my tongue around my mouth to accumulate up the remnants of his gooey discharge. The Pit dogshit tugged again and then staggered back as my kitty lips stretched and then released him. With a wet slurp his cock pulled loose, leaving my twat an open, gaping cavern of plundered vaginal flesh. eye tooth cum and slit emollient gushed from my tunnel-like screw slot, adding to the growing pool on the ground between my spread thighs.

On unsteady ramification I rose, falling once to my stifle before achieving an upright position. Still breathing toilsome with exhaustion, I made my way to Heather, waking my sister from her drug-inflicted slumber. After a abbreviated search we managed to settle her discarded miniskirt skirt and made ill-starred attack to restore ourselves to some measure of presentability. But it was with tussled hair, missing panties, and dripping steady trickles of canine tooth cum that my twin baby and I staggered from the opening of the alley. I paused, glancing around in the dim illumination of the street spark. Finally I found what I was looking for -- the washed-out greenness street sign proclaiming the gens of the back street. I filed it away for succeeding reference, noting it as the take greensward of the canine gang. A girl never knows when the urge to liven up a dull Saturday evening might just come about to arise ...