Esme’s eyes went wide when she learned of Charlie’s goal. She felt the cold cream that coated the tip of his cock press into her taint. He was trying to find a place inside her. She felt him press into the top of her asshole, against Bear’s thrusting cock, but with a bark and kick, Bear knocked Charlie off. As he fell, he took Esme’s leg with him, stretching her cunt against Frank all the more. She squealed in pain, but at the end of the sound it turned to a moan as Frank pushed deeper into her in order to placate his new angle. The warm juices he had emitted into her filled her cavity even more than his cock already had. The pressure was immense, overwhelming, amazing.
Charlie climbed back into position and tried again. This time after applying an uncomfortable amount of pressure into Esme’s gooch, his cock shot upwardand pressed against the base of Frank’s cock. Frank flailed a bit, his massive paw punched Esme’s ribs as he turned to snarl at the intrusion. She thought the weight might cave in her chest cavity, but to her relief, no such thing occurred. Charlie growled back, seeming to communicate to Frank that he knew his big brother couldn’t do anything to stop him while implanted in their new lover. Esme flailed as she felt him pressure the small gap at the bottom of her cunt leftover by Frank’s engorgement. She screamed into Buxter’s cock as Charlie pushed Frank’s up and out of his way. Frank’s front leg now rested against Esme’s collar bone, his dewclaw punched into her dermis, but not enough to break the skin.
Charlie began to apply a gradually increasing pressure at the bottom of Esmeralda‘s cunt. Every time Bear punched his cock into her ass below, then pulled his length back out it tugged and compressed Charlie’s minuscule opening. Franks jizz started to trickle past his tie lubricating Charlie’s path. Slowly but surely, his tip forced his way past her labia and into her virgin fuckhole. As he found his way in, Esme’s screams of protest dissipated, she was getting lightheaded again. Another reason for her change in tone: it stopped being horrifying. As Charlie stretched her open she realized that, maybe, she could handle it. She’d already lost her virtue to a canine, why not to two, why not at the same time? There were no limits to her depravity, only sensation, only pleasure; something the four beasts were guaranteed to provide her with.
The young girl yelped as Charlie’s cock bore down, pressing Frank’s tie forward, and sliding down. She swore she heard tearing sounds. Then, with a sudden slurp, Charlie’s full length slipped into her. He fell forward, pushing Frank’s leg down onto her neck. This caused the dewclaw to tear at her skin; nothing too deep, a red abrasion dotted his limb’s ascent. The movement aggravated Buxter, whose tie was not receding as quickly as Charlie’s had. As Charlie began to rock back and forth through the tiny opening he was creating, his cock began to return to its full length and girth, splitting her open all the more. Esme bit her lip… this was out of her hands, she had no control, she was appalled, terrified… right? She’d stopped fighting long ago. It wasn’t her fault that it felt good.
Bear began to pant. His movements became more frantic. Rather than cower, Esme ground her hips with what little motion three super dicks allowed her. She clenched her cheeks, tightening his opening like a good bitch; she knew he was close. She was no longer their sitter, no longer a superior – not evan an equal; she was theirs, her holes were theirs. She had no concern for her pleasure, for her safety, her sole concern was their pleasure, everything else was secondary. As Bear and Charlie’s thrust increased, Esme reached down and stroked Bear’s inner thigh’s and abdomen.
Suddenly, a final spasm ensued and Esme felt the base of Bear’s cock – which easily doubled his shaft in width smash into her cunt. She gasped in vain, rather than finding more oxygen to cope with the pain, she managed to unintentionally suck Buxter deeper down her throat. Charlie also yelped, as his member was pressed now on both sides. Esme thought of the childhood church camp game where you tried to stuff as many marshmallows into your mouth as possible. Rather than relent, Charlie’s pace only increased. Esme felt his cock thicken, stretching her out so much she thought he’d break her pubic bone! Terror gripped her conscience as the thought of a third knotting occurring. Despite the gallons of lubricating semen and pussy juice, Charlie’s thrusting burned. Esme wondered if it was torn elements inside her vaginal canal that stung so, but as she strained her head to see under her, it seemed no blood was manifesting. Relieved somewhat, Esme laid back and tried to collect herself. Even if she didn’t want this to happen, there was nothing she could do about it.
Over time, to her surprise, the pain of pulling her skin faded as every single nerve ending in her vagina, every node on her clit, g-spot, asshole cervix were stimulated beyond recognition. She had never been this full, every inch of her was stretched and rubbed. As Charlie continued his work, Esme began to grind her hips again. At first it stung, sending shockwaves through her nerve endings, but same as the thrusting, soon it began to heighten her pleasure. She reached down, forcing her hand under Frank’s massive frame and found her swollen clit, now protruding out as aresult of the forceful intrusion practically flipping her insides out. She barely had to even touch it before waves of tingling electricity shot down to her toes. The ensuing vaginal contractions finally sent her fourth lover over the edge and as the girl who had never even seen a person’s privates in person before this rolled into yet another orgasm, Charlie tied his knot to his host. The combination of climax and expansion caused Esmeralda to convulse wildly in a grand finale shockwave of sensual overload. She writhed as Charlie spouted shot after shot of dripping cum. In a final moment of relief, Esmeralda’s limbs fell limply to her sides. The five of them sat panting away as they recovered from their orgasms.
Esme expected shame to ensue, she expected to hate herself like she always did after pleasuring herself, but ash she lay there, sandwiched between her studs, all she could feel was butterflies in her stomach (that wasn’t the only thing filling her stomach).
“They’ll take another ten to fifteen minutes before they release you dear. In the meantime Tyler and I must be going. Text me once you can.”
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“Did I get it all?” Melanie said to her new lover in a schoolgirlish tone as licked the cum off her fingers. She’d shoved most of it back into her ass with her plug, but made sure to lick up the remnants so as to not stain her dress. Michael smiled and handed her her purse before grabbing the phone off the ground.
“They don’t make em like you Ms Crawford. You are truly something to behold.” His smile told her he meant to offense. If she wasn’t so far from home, Mr Sandoval would have likely joined her regular roster.