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We all shared some treats and a drink and the dog was squirming and trying to get out of my grip. “He’s anxious,” he said, “just let him loose and see what he does. We all want to watch him.” So there I was, my body ready, my mind not so much and he was licking my calf and my knee and above teen my knee and two boys in the front seat, one looking through the mirror and the other adjusting in his seat looking right at me. He smiled and Porn Movies I grimaced. I wasn’t ready for a second boy even if HE was ready for a show but the dog was sure ready and randy and this time he was humping my leg, licking my face, then trying to nose me and I was being watched by four eyes in the front seat and I was breathing hard now, cheeks red, ears ringing, gulls crying and my body crying for that dog no matter where I was and suddenly I didn’t care who was watching. It was a hot scene. Then it wasn’t just the dog cock that was out but two more stiff cocks were out and everyone was petting everyone it seemed…the new boy climbed in the back seat and kissed me, taking my hand on him. His cock was slippery; I was slippery and he pulled up my dress, I was past it now and didn’t care, I surprised myself and was stroking cock, opening my cunt for the dog with my other hand, and dog was at me with his stupid, wonderful, wet, amatuer sex long tongue all over me there and everything was dreamy in my head and body, my legs were tingly and alive, like the boy’s stiff cock, “Don’t stop,” he said, “Ohh, just like that, don’t, don’t stop,” and he lifted his butt and shot his cum in the air landing on the dog’s back but I kept at him until he was limp. Then he just held my hand and slumped in the seat, so it was my turn now to talk to my dog and his tongue was up me and out and around and inside again, I opened my eyes and there was our driver wanking himself and spending on the steering wheel, the dog was licking my nectar and humping his dick toward me as I kept pushing him off…but I scooted down for more tongue and there were hands on my legs, then a hand on the dog’s cock guiding it to me, hitting at my cunt lips, wetting me more but he was one frantic canine at this point poking at a very frantic girl’s body. I said “No!” and then “No!” again but things were out of control. The dog was hurting my bottom when he missed and missed again, that sharp pointy thing missing the mark, stabbing away. “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 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 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 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 titts 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 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 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 Hardcore “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. I slowed down to just below an average pace but went deeper with each thrust. The secret with these robberies was not to be greedy. 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