Even though her ass was already stretched out, from their viciousness, it still made her yelp when Bear’s tip pressed through her entrance. He was less sympathetic than Frank, or maybe it was simply that he had the leverage Frank lacked. Either way, the fourteen and inches as thick as her fist began to press hard, deeper and deeper into her. Rather than pull away or cower as she thought she would, Esme rocked back and forth to meet him. Her eyes rolled back as the sensation of his member stretching her insides out. Frank further stretching her resulted in a tightness where she could feel every single millimeter of her lovers’ cocks. She groaned in elation as her tits rubbed raw against Frank’s fur. She licked her lips. With each thrust, Bear seeped a little deeper into her. Every time she thought she had surely reached her limit, or maybe his, but each time, he had another half inch to press into her. She bit her lip patiently waiting for him to fully sheath his cock in her ass.
“More please, Ms Crawford” She purred through her guttural screams of pleasure.
“Buxter, lean!” Esme watched her third partner rise and leap atop the bed. She felt a wry smile creep across her face, he was already hard. Precum dripped from the head. A week ago she hadn’t even been kissed by another person (technically she still hadn’t been), now she was getting double pounded by a pair of muts, with a third preparing to spit roast her. Nonetheless, she craved the feeling of pleasuring Buxter with her mouth. It was a skill she’d only ever dreamed of having. She couldn’t even make eye contact with a boy, but the thought of taking their whole length in one breath drove her mad. She fucked her own face as hard as the most aggressive she’d watch as practice. Today, it was about to pay off.
With a familiar expertise, Buxter bent his hind legs so as to present his erection to Esmeralda. The young woman licked the tip sensually before sliding it into her mouth. The force of Bear’s thrusts behind her launched the head into the back of her throat somewhat unexpectedly. Whimpers escaped her stuffed face, but not enough for Buxter to understand that the acceptance was not intentional. The beast took a few steps forward, pressing the head down her throat. Buxter was thicker than Charlie, Esme was unsure that she would be able to manage to steal some breath this time around. Fortunately, Buxter was well trained, the dog knew to always pull out almost all the way before thrusting back down when he was in the ‘lean’ position. As Esme began to understand this, the Ms Crawford saw her muscles un-tense. Esmeralda complied with the three beasts’ gyrations and lay somewhat limp atop Frank as they all worked to mutually pleasure themselves.
Melanie caught the elated look on the snot, cum, and spit soaked, reddened face of her dog sitter and became aware that it was time to progress. She released her toy in order to speak into the phone.
“Ms Torres, if you are ready for more, a simple thumbs up will suffice.” She said whilst still rubbing her clit.
“More?!” she wondered to herself. How could more occur, all three of the beasts were already inside her! What else could happen? Despite ignorance as to what it could mean, her curiosity mixed with her arousal. The inexperienced teen was so incalculably horny that she would have complied with anything… Hell, she already thought she had. A nervously elated Esme raised her hand out to the camera — shaking from each of either of her three lovers’ individual thrusts — and gave Ms Crawford the signal.
“Pound boys!” She shouted, the speakers crackling somewhat as her vibrato peaked their capacity. She felt her pussy twitch, she wanted her there as well. She pictured two of the dogs inside her with the other inside Ms Crawford. She wanted her first kiss to be with her Mistress.
The three dane’s paused for a moment in response to Melanie’s command. Esmeralda watched Frank’s ears perk up towards the sound of their mutual master. She felt the dogs adjusting a bit. In that moment of reprieve, Esmeralda noticed how full she felt, she noticed her legs were completely useless. Her head was pretty much held up by Buxter’s erection, which explained the awkward arch to her back. This arch was only made more severe as Buxter took two more steps forward, pressing the base of his unsheathed penis onto Esme’s lips. The fur covered sheath felt coarse against her lips and nose. There was no room for air, Esme tapped on Buxter’s hip to get him to back off. Only afterwards did she remember that such a gesture was an invitation for them, not a request for release. All three dogs took up the signal, initiated by their master, and now confirmed by their bitch. Esme was helpless to stop them.
Buxter began to thrust with abandon, it was a vigor that even before Ms Crawford joined the session had not been reached. Her eyes went cross as he smashed all twelve and a half down her esophagus. At the ‘pound’ rate, providing air was less important than thrusting as hard and fast as possible in order to achieve climax, for Buxter, as well as whomever he was fucking. Esme realized that the reason Frank had readjusted himself wasn’t to get more comfortable. His massive haunches were now placed on Bear’s thighs, which allowed him to get the leverage he previously lacked. He began to ram unapologetically into her acceptant cunt. His engorgement, she thought, might rip her in two with his ferocity. Due to the angle, each thrust bruised the walls of her cunt as he bent their two privates into compliance by sheer willpower and force. She moaned into Buxter’s girth, but her pleas were drowned out by the slurping sound of her creamy fuckholes that were loving the sensation far more than her brain would allow her to admit. Tears formed as she felt him smash her cervix further back… was that even possible?!
While Frank and Buxter fucked fast and hard, Bear was doing something entirely different. He had taken to fully vacating her stretched asshole before smashing back in with all fourteen inches of his cock. Since today was the first time she’d been fucked by anyone other than herself, each time her entrance completely closed before his member’s fresh assault. Each insertion felt like Esme was losing her virginity all over again. The force modulated her near incessant whimpering up an octave every time he split her open. The sound was like music to her mistress’ ears. Tyler had now pinned his wife to the railing. His large hand gripped her now bare back as she strained her neck awkwardly to watch the show she was listening to. She fantasized about being in that room, joining Esme, sharing her beasts with her. Her hand reached down into her dripping cunt which ached for stimulation. She wanted to taste that cream dripping out of the young woman. Lick her face clean.
Orgasm washed over the girl sandwiched between the three mammoths, in fact, it seemed to be the same orgasm that started only moments after the boys had begun their unbridled fuckfest. It was as though wave after wave of climax had rolled over her body so much that she had lost count. A new orgasm seemed to start before the previous had finished. As the dogs increased their vigor, her back was folded more and more. She had been lifted by Frank, launched forward by Bear, and backward/upwards by Buxter. Her whole body was completely paralyzed by the pleasure. The only thing her body could do was feel her unparalleled release. She couldn’t even notice the fact that her whole being was in a constant state of full body spasms as if electric shocks were emanating from her fuckholes. Her eyes rolled back. She was too enthralled to know that this was due to the lack of oxygen as a result of Buxter preparing to fully knot the young face. Just as the room started to go black Esme caught on and sucked frantically, she flailed as best she could to spring loose of his grip as though fighting for her life, but try as she may, Buxter was too deep inside her. She twisted her head, but his cock was holding it stiff from inside her throat. As the room went black she felt his knot nearly break her jaw.