Jessica 's View Of the Kidnapping

Supper began normally.

I had laid the table after I had finished my homework, placing out knives, forks, spoons and table mats. Misty called everyone to the table. Tonight we were having my favourite, miry Joes. I poured a glass of cider for Jan, and milk for myself and Misty and sat waiting. Jan wheeled herself up to her place at the head word of the rectangular table, while Misty sat opposite me.

I was never certain of Misty, She is always perfect tense ! Even when doing something depraved, she 's serene and beautiful, her perfect tegument sprinkled with young freckle. Her hair is the coloring material of bright new copper, and it cascades down to the base of her spine. Her optic are the colour of a springtime meadow : lush and Green with tiny patch of gold. Her face display tranquility, with innate beauty only mortal who has done it all can exude. Her body is cod and her ramification seem to get just under her arms - a thin, clean loving machine. I 'm so gladiolus she loves me.

Jan is beautiful in a different way entirely. Her dark haircloth is cut almost boyishly curtly, but the first thing you notice are her huge eyes. They are the colour of the sky, and just as luminous. Her jaw juts determinedly forward, and her neck opening is not feminine, and neither are her implements of war and articulatio humeri. She sits very lazily in an gymnastic wheelchair almost slouching, but it 's a ruse. Her mind is like a razor, and her upper consistency is inviolable than nigh men 's. All of this is neatly packaged in one paraplegic who has no self pity and runs her life story and ours with self trust and is the most disciplined person I know. She has ( giggle ) no problems dispensing that study, sometimes with her hand, paddle, whip or mouthpiece. Jan is not your average out lady friend in a bike chair, and quiet honestly once you get over the fact she 's disabled, you forget she 's even chair saltation. I 'm so glad she loves me, too.

Halfway through the meal, Jan began explaining her design for us. At number 1 it seemed surreal, and I did n't really understand, but Misty began to argue, `` You 're joking, right ? '' she asked.

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

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

Jan brooked no gainsaying, and her return was harsh. `` You will do as you are told ! Do not take that timber with me ! Do you understand, girl ? ``

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

I looked at the two women I loved. Jan 's hackles were rising, and Misty 's eyes had morphed into a truculent stormy Thomas Gray. I gulped, and tried to pour oil on troubled pee, `` When are we going to look for our dupe ? '' I asked, with treasonably cheerfulness.

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

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

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

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

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

As the debate raged back and forth in the nominal head of the van, I knew I had to do something. I slid open my door, and sprang from the decelerate moving van, lurching off counterpoise into the dirty and broken fence.
At my soft whistle, the dog one-half charged the fence to the full of bravado, but but switched to approaching with caution and half inquisitive tangle, in between warning bark.

I showed no fear, leaning over the fence and teasing his floppy ear, cooing softly. The dog lost all aggressiveness, because I showed no menace to him or his home and possessor. I teased his ear with my left script while my right was reaching over the fencing and blindly feeling under his venter for the presence of his shaft. My fingerbreadth encountered his nautical mile. At my contact, it almost automatically quake and swelled, and his orb began to pulse. The dog wanted to spiel, signaled by the get-go thrusts of his haunches.

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

'' Any more protest, Ms picklepuss ? '' Jan asked with a sneer.

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

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

We drove home, with Jan carefully noting the path and measuring the odometer. Jan decided our raid would postulate situation on the first clear Saturday night.

The showtime Saturday turned out to be beautiful. low, Misty submitted to both our dogs. My wait was well worth it, because I had two or three blissful orgasms as one after the other, those same firedog thrust into my waiting, wet twat with their feature expertness. Both Misty and I exuded that musky, inky scent only dog fucking female can mother.

When we were smelly enough to suit Jan, she placed herself across a portable pond, while our dogs rutted and filled her encompassing slit with their seeded player. Yes, dogs can be insatiable. All three of us reeked of musk and dog sex.

It was just before midnight on the van 's bolt clock when Jan stopped the van about a hundred yards from the Rottweiler 's mansion, switching the van lights off for stealth. By now, there was no vacillation from Misty. She was as tidal bore as I was, and just as energize. We waited, making sure no one was around and no sparkle were on. Misty sprang out of the van, pulling off her jumper and legging. I followed Misty 's example and pulled off my fret and stood raw next to the van. It was a strong and lovely night - the lunation a sliver in the sky, the sky itself made luminous by a million billion stars above us. Jan reversed the van back to the nook, while we walked purposely toward the house.

We whistled low, attracting the dog 's tending. The dog placidly ambled towards us and pushed himself through the broken fence, and gave us passing snuff. Misty dipped one script between her pegleg, and offered her hand, palm down, for the dog to lick. The dog 's lingua slurped, his nose angled instinctively towards Misty 's crotch. We held hands as we walked back to the van. The dog seemed to be sniffing Misty the unit way, his nose bumping against her taunt ass cheeks as we walked.

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

'' alternate the lights on before we get stopped by the cops, '' Misty hissed. She sighed in substitute as the headlight again illuminated the road.

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

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

Misty had gotten the dog hard. His penis stood stick-like cadaver. I clambered out of the van, followed by Misty and the dog, Misty helped me get into the aright position, on my knees, in the nerveless fragrant damp grass, my top dog and shoulder pressing my knocker into the lawn. I arched my back and widened the distance between my human knee.

When his tongue darted out and licked me from asshole to clit with one tenacious swipe, I moaned and shivered. I quivered. I ca n't jib having a hot, wet, rocky spit lapping away at my pussy. His warm, wet nose occasionally bumped against my clit as his tongue swiped across and into my gob to get at the juice only a human bitch in high temperature can develop.

I thrashed, twitching under his swirling, talented natural language for respective minutes. I spread my legs almost unnaturally wide. After several hot transactions of trouncing, he suddenly stopped and lurched up over me with his figurehead paws on either side of my hips. He crowded in closer and I could feel his cock sliding over my thigh as he tried to wrap his manus around my waistline.

Misty was in total restraint. She kept clutches of him, moving my body into position to assemble his wild animal thrusts. His hip were humping desperately and futilely, until Misty moved him to one English, her sure hand guiding his unvoiced cock into me.

I was past any hesitancy. I was ready to be fucked this time. I wanted that dog dick in my cunt. My body ached for coition. I wanted to palpate his burl slap my sloppy vaginal sassing, and spread out into me and sate my twat with his cum. He was humping wildly, the lonesome way he knew how. Some of his social movement briefly pulled his pecker free from my opening. I tried scooted my hips closer to him, but he couldn't ascendance himself. His dick was incredibly hot and stiff and he humped like a air hammer, fiddling spurts of pre-cum spurted everywhere, the grass, my back, my ass nerve and scissure, even my thighs.

I've had many different homo and dog cocks inside my kitty-cat before, but nothing prepared me for the ultimate touch that this dog 's cock pick my fuckhole gave me. Unashamed, I shunted back, now meeting his knife thrust as he continued roughly stuffing his putz into me all the way to the base of his growing knot. After an timelessness ( at least 5 arcsecond ), my tight cunt automatically softened, and gaped wide out-of-doors to require his massive international nautical mile for the get-go meter.

My soundbox clenched, trapping that glorious air mile, which began to intumesce and pulse, while his shaft inside me softened and began to pump his cum with every cadence of his massive heart. Each pulsation squirted wads of his cum into my waiting puss. The hot cum quickly filled me, while the size of it of his fully engorged knot jammed into me stopped it from leaking out. More and more was spurting from his flattened tip and it had only one path still undecided, my womb ! I could feel his dog cum flooding my uterus. I imagined my belly swelling slightly from the fluid pressure.

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

I watched Misty and Jan as the dog stood rampant over me. Misty had gotten onto all fours, and Jan was caressing Misty 's ass. Misty was spread out and defenseless, and Jan 's helping hand was finger deep inside her slit. Her expression was one I can only describe as making love and lust for Jan.

Jan started to poke all four finger in and out of her pussy. Both of them were watching me, and our new playmate. metre seemed to stand still. okeh, so maybe it was only ten minutes before the Rottie began to thrust again. This metre it was a gentle black eye push, his softening knot still wedged in my cloying cum filled cunt, gripping him, forcing me to dart backwards whimpering as he tried to dismount.

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

The dog 's phallus hung down, but it was still monolithic. He sat on his haunches and began to lick himself, his knot slowly subsiding. H then stretched lazily, and ambled over and began to lick his cum from my gaping, leaking bitch. My mind reeled, my body convulsed and my concluding orgasm left me resembling a dogcum filled mass of a body, quivering on the grass.

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

His penis was half out of its sheath, and poking stick-like at Misty 's shit. Misty somehow managed to fascinate and maneuver him to her bitch. She lowered herself slightly, then half tugged, and suddenly the dog was fucking her ! A dog only knows one way to have it away, and it 's not subtle ! He humped fast, oblivious to anything other than breeding this new bitch. His pumping action caused her snatch to rout out air in raunchy pussy flatus.

I giggled in sympathy.

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

Her titmouse were swaying like meaty pendulums with every breath she took. Her centre were closed and she was panting like a bitch in warmth. Misty 's drift were elusive, delicate and intimate, keeping him hard and paying attention in her obscenely egotistic cunt. I watched closely it was stretched and distended, the ruby-red plane section behind his knot bending slightly, giving me a nifty view of their mating.

Misty was almost grunting with pure pleasure, her coxa twitching as she orgasmed. It was incredibly carnal to watch, and the air around us was entire of the inky odor of their coupling. The dog growled softly and contentedly as his semen now flooded Misty 's womb and uterus.

Recumbent, I was trying to get a closer view of Misty, with my legs wide-eyed, and my pussy gaping, probably still leaking cum which was coating my second joint. While I watched Misty, Jan thrust her whole hand into my wet, leaking fuckhole. I mewed softly, surprised at the veracity of her unrestrained action at law ! I closed my oculus as Jan 's hand twirled inside me and her fingers folded into a fist. Her wrist began pumping, slow and steady, in time with Misty 's and the Rottweiler 's panting breaths Again opening my eyes, I gazed at the dog 's balls and low-set tail quivering as he pumped his cum into Misty 's womb.

Jan issued a mastery. I shuddered, conditioned to her voice. As always, as my mistress ordered, `` Cum for me bitch ! '' my dead body reacted. I shuddered, pelvis twitching, eyes rolling back, as my orgasm exploded in a wave of blue air ecstasy, fulfilling my possessor 's dictation willingly and lovingly.

This tying was much tenacious than the Rottie 's time with me. Misty kept up her subtle fragile hip twitches in a way that kept her devotee tightly in her swollen cunt. His international nautical mile had expanded fully and her cunt was attractively stretched and distended. The dog continued a soft, content growling as his come flooded into Misty 's waiting womb. In the dim light, I imagined I could see her belly swell. The dog was perfectly still above her.

After a while, Misty 's consistency began to spasm and the dog was back pedaling. The dyad separated with a wet flush of dog cum. Misty sank onto the pasture onto her belly, panting. Immediately, the dog lowered his face to her wet, dilated cunt. His tongue swiped and curled into her swollen mouth, before bending down to lap up himself. Slowly his monolithic penis slid back into its sheath.

The dog stood and shook, scratching himself with his back paw. He circled Jan as she gazed lustily at the magnificent creature. He circled the puddle of my cum sinking into the grass, and while locking eyes with Jan, lifted a leg and sent a long stream of pee at it, before trotting towards the van, as if to say,"Thanks Lady. sufficiency for tonight, but I need to get home."

Jan pulled a sweater over her question as she wheeled herself to her van. Misty opened the sliding room access and we jumped in, still naked. The dog hopped into the van, his stubby bottom wagging. We drove back towards the dog 's family, The ride seemed over in minutes, the silence totally natural. Jan stopped the van about 25 grand from his house. Misty slid the room access open and our new lover hopped out, heading home. Without a backward spirit, he clambered through the fencing. Jan glanced in the rear view mirror at her two naked lady friend sitting prettily in the back seat.

'' Did anyone see if he had a gens on his shoe collar ? '' Jan asked. We all looked at each other, a bit beat, and giggled merrily all the way family .