“Scoot down more; lift up a little; don’t tease an animal.” “No! Don’t,” I said but lifted up more. My ears were full and I scooted down; this time he didn’t miss and I felt this smooth cock stab again but stab sliding inside and I had set the dog on fire, pounding me inside, again and again. I was on fire, lifting and writhing on this closeup stabbing thing; we were joined and “No, don’t” had become “No, don’t stop.“ The rear view mirror showed me startled eyes like they were in a trance, I indian knew my whole body was holding, waiting for another thrust and another and I was hearing words like the boy‘s: “Don’t stop. Please don’t, don’t stop. Just there just there, Ohh, ohh.” Words wouldn’t come; licking my lips, trying to breath, tasting the salt air, the boy petting my thighs, holding the dog at me, bringing me off again, bringing all four of us off. As we were driving back there was no conversation and I tried to straighten and smooth my dress, hoping Mum hadn’t come home early. I needed a bath; I was still in a sweat, needed to clean cuntcrazy up and cool down. She wouldn’t believe I had run home a second time that week and I didn’t want to explain, obviously. “It was just a one time thing.” I said. “I’m not that kind of girl.” And thinking, wondering, about the next ride home. “Bye!” and the two of them drove off, me finally at home, still breathless, wet and astonished. They didn’t believe me. Why would they. I didn’t believe myself. I had my pay packet and had a new shorter dress in mind and it would be easier to lift for things. Not just my toes got attention! I loved to get ready for Saturday night and as a young girl showing off my “wares” at the local dance which meant for me a lot of primping with my hair, my fingernails nicely painted with my toes to match and I spent most of the day getting ready for the night: laying out my clothes, what I would wear (and not wear! I was a sexy thing and didn’t wear a complete outfit if you get my hint). My routine: a thorough bath and after that, my body all radiant, a pedicure. Mum and sisters were out for their own Saturday routines and I was alone in the house to pamper and primp myself. I had a date that night for the dance; a cute guy who liked to dance and feel me up, hands all over me, under me and in between, during and after the dance, lots of kissing and cuddling and thinking about Saturday night got me going in ways even during the day. Our house was quiet with everyone else gone and after my bath I was toweled and squatting on a low stool painting my fingers and now my toes. Everything had to match: fingers, toes, hair ribbon setting off my dress. My feet in a pan of warm water, knees up and sitting on the stool, my little doggie nearby, tongue out as usual, walking to my pan of water, sniffing around, looking up as I patted his head and began to trim my toenails, doggie licking my fingers and sniffing my toes when I took a foot from desi the warm water, I patted his head and stroked his soft ears. So picture this: a pretty girl, like me, only covered with a towel (covered? Not totally covered, I mean it was just a towel.) but I was alone in our kitchen, knees up, towel slipping to my waist, my privates, radiant from the bath, and there for the world to see but I was alone and private, pretty much alone, legs apart to better reach my feet, my toes closed together, the lips of my slit closed but my crotch open so I could get at my feet, doggie ready for head-patting, hand licking, me thinking of my date pussies at the dance that night, totally clean from my bath, but thinking of what date and I would be doing and feeling in dark corners of the dance hall and afterward when he would play with me and I would “dance” my body on his hand, how his fingers would surely get me hot and make me cum as he fingered my kooz, that he would whisper in my ear and kiss my mouth and tell me how pretty I am and how he loved my naked cunt; that he was glad I wasn’t “fully” dressed for our fun. And doggie sensing something in me, scenting something, as I was dreaming of the dance and all and gave no thought to his soft doggie head, his licking doggie tongue on my hand and then my toes but then he went between my knees and his cold nose brought me back to the kitchen and my pedicure. I pushed him away: “Naughty boy. Your nose is cold!” and he looked up at me curious, seeming to smile and licking his mouth. Then I was back to my feet and the cold nose again that shocked me but doggie had my scent and wanted more, his nose slipping all along my kooz from bottom up to top and I gasped when he slid up to the top and that cold nose on my fanny sent a thrill like it was my date was at me, but now it was during the day, an early excitement before the dance that night and I pushed his nose away. There wasn’t anything wrong about an innocent dog or me and my pedicure but that cold nose was unexpected and shocking and brought thoughts of Saturday night to the here and now and I wasn’t ready yet I thought. It was this strange thing in my mind and I was alone, it was quiet, my Mum and sisters wouldn’t be back anytime soon; doggie looked hurt when I pushed him off, his eyes looked sad and would I let him “nose me” again? I wasn’t easy. I was a good girl but his cold nose was exciting my privates and it was our very private thing; who would know; the kitchen was quiet except compilation my ears were ringing; then doggie’s wet cold nose was back on my slit spreading my lips apart with another shocking slide. My legs opened more as legs will and that cold nose from bottom to top, sliding up my wet slit, hitting my button, sending a jolt and I put my hand on his head, this time petting his nose, his thrilling nose and then that tongue, up the walls of my slit again, “Good doggie,” this time, getting me wet, his tongue had my taste and he was at it. It was too late for me to stop; I wanted this now; I was past thinking, it was too naughty, too good and exciting and forbidden all together, tongue and fanny now in control. I was dancing in my mind feeling good things. My towel slipped off and I was smoothing my knees and down my legs, spreading my lips for my excited doggie and his anxious tongue, making me spend, licking up my spend and I was petting his ears, lifting his mouth on me. His tongue was dipping inside my slit for more and I was hot at my center; my body was throbbing now as his cold nose and hot tongue were bringing me off like no date had ever done at any dance or in any dark corner, my toes curling up, and here in the middle of my quiet kitchen I could hear my date whispering as I came and came, this time not on his fingers, as he was holding my face. This time coming on a young doggie’s tongue and I was holding doggie‘s face, hoping he wouldn’t stop, not now in the middle of my pedicure. I was feeling very naughty and very hot being licked until he was finished with me and walked away to his water bowl, both of us panting. They had a place we would go in the cellar of their building with a big easy-chair. David gasped. We could turn to one another if there was something wrong, but we also understood if one of us wanted some space. “Okay Mr. Dudley DoRight,” And there’s another nickname, but it’s pretty much the same. I know they had been relaxing before, but for two or three strides, her muscles didn’t tighten up as much and show the same power as her foot hit compilation the sand. She kissed me hard. Jake watched a few of the dancers as they were on stage, one or two looked familiar, but nobody really drew his interest pussies too much. I love you so much.” Beside cuntcrazy us, Vaishnavi was on her knees too – servicing her boyfriend’s cock with her mouth. "No cops. It desi had inspired feelings in him like none he ever had; not even when Lisa’s mother, Melanie kissed him. Anita quickly struck again and said, "You are to address us a Mistress from now on slut. "Let's give your prick a little rest. I can barely keep up with her as she rushes down the overhang. Joseph picked up his log book, "Regulations. As usual, Ryan won and I ran out and sat on his lap. We were meeting at the office, and she didn’t even know. I assumed the video feed didn’t have audio until I remembered I had it on mute. He laughed at her insouciance. Sheila shrugged her shoulders and licked her lips. “Well, I won’t make you wait any longer. < That’s not a stupid idea at all Alasie. I think it’s their first time at The Stuffed Pussy”. School had finished, and she was now walking down the empty corridor back closeup to room 10. She gave a tug on the leash…Ken’s head jerked up…his eyes filled with fear, no acknowledgment as what Kellie revealed about me. I had expected something… After Cindy had finally finished taking her much-needed piss, she asked Rico, "What do you want me to do now?" Shauna felt Leona's hands on her breasts indian and hard nipples. "Ahh well, you know, that’s how it works. My spasming, drenching pussy must have changed the game inside me, though. “They seized her as I commanded but this dead one here decided he desired her for himself in defiance of me.” The rain has slowed quite a bit but it still was raining lightly. The need to feed from her felt primal and I indulged myself.