Kristy After School - Sex Stories

Kristy After School

... would be paid in full. The big husky pulled his snout out of my churning twat, and nipped at the second dog whose tongue was so delightfully servicing my anus. With a wet slurp his long tongue withdrew, and both my fuck holes stood empty.

I groaned in frustration. "Come on Max," I cooed, swiveling my hips lewdly. "Suck my little pussy dry. Come on, doggy yummies!" My fingers began to creep upwards along the insides of my thighs, almost unconsciously. If these stupid dogs wouldn't finish the job they started, I knew that digging a finger or two into my buttery pussy, (and yes, maybe even easing a couple into the slippery confines of my hot little rectum - although I'd never tried that before) would do the trick. However, I never got the chance... The first hint I had of Max's inclinations was when he reared up and mounted me. I was shocked at this unexpected turn of events and tried to escape him, crawling forward on the floor. I felt his rigid penis prodding at my groin as he wrapped his front paws around my chest. I realized then the meaning of the position I had assumed. I had presented myself submissively before the large powerful animal and pressed my juicing girlie cunt onto his snout - the classic actions of a needful doggy in heat. The message was clear - this bitch wanted cock! The large husky had never taken a teenager girl before, but surely my sticky twat was a good as any doggy pussy, so his reaction to mount and fuck me raw was only natural. This ...

... realization however would help me little now. At that point I was already trapped, locked in the clamp of his powerful grip, but my terror of the pending canine rape kept me struggling. My game had gone terribly awry. Crying girl tears, I twisted and bucked, trying to squirm out from underneath him as he humped me, his steely shaft trying to score the opening to my tight, dodging pussy. His forepaws slid further up my back, seeking to better control me. My cut-off shirt was dragged upward and my rounded titties flopped free. My taunt rump cheeks and hanging breasts jiggled with each of his impacting, misaimed thrusts. His cockhead dragged across my cunt mound, often coming dangerously close to achieving that terrifying penetration, but then I would twist away, delaying the inevitable. Max finally grew tired of this game. Although he heard my cries of distress, begging him to stop, the irresistible scent of my cunt in heat, and my splayed, defenseless position beneath him was all the permission he needed. Max had taken plenty of reluctant bitches in his past, all better fighters than myself. As a trembling teenager girl, already pinned on her hand and knees, I really should have realized that my struggles would be in vain. I cursed the tattered remains of my pink panties, no longer able to protect my tight wet virgin pussy, poised before him. I tried to wrestle him off of me, but Max had had enough. A snarl in my ear, followed by a quick nip on the neck was all the warning I needed. I ...