He lifted his head and barked. In Melissa's exuberance, she squeezed his prick too hard, too roughly. He moved away and lay down, licking his pricktip.
Melissa ogled the dog's prick, her body being swept along by the tongue of the other beast as he reamed and tongue-fucked her into a state of insensibility.
She soared toward her inevitable orgasm. "Lick meeee!" she whimpered in her delirium. "Ooooo, lick meeee!"
The other animal returned from licking and soothing his prick. He swiped his tongue across her face and tits, making sure he kept his prick from her frenzied clutches. He licked past Melissa's lips, his tongue invading her throat as his twin's tongue invaded her scalding pussy.
Melissa was filled with tongues, thrilled with sucking one and humping the other. She gurgled, her hands clawing at her fiery flesh. She squeezed her tits mercilessly, her nails digging into her soft tender tit flesh. "Uhggnlll!" She choked, sucking, humping, and thrashing about as the two dogs devoured her in a concerted effort.
She offered her tit to the dog, squeezing it at him, making the swollen nipple appear ready to burst. "Bite it! Bite! Bite!" she cried after the dog pulled his tongue out from her throat and began nipping the offered tit.
"Ah! Ah! Ah!" she squealed each time the dog nipped her tit flesh. "Ahhhhhh!"
The stinging pain blended with the joyous pleasure in her pussy. She went crazy, her body jerking and twisting like a stuffed doll being mistreated by a child.
The Russian wolfhound feasting on her pussymeat, dropped to his belly for better access to the hot bubbling delights of the adolescent's inner body. He inched up into her crotch, his snout long and pointy, jabbing in between the puffy lips of her cunt. His tongue darted into the hidden pulsing depths of her steamy pussy.
Juice flowed over his buried snout, drenching him in the sticky fluids of her jerking twisting body. He snarled, her banging cunt angering him. He became more demanding, his tongue slithering inside between quick angry nips at her pussy flesh.
The nipping sent the tormented teenager off on a wild ride into orgasm. Her eyes bulged out as her orgasm engulfed her in its spiraling cone. She soared out into space, her head snapping from side to side, her pigtails lashing across her face like two whips. "Agghhh! Ooooohhh!" She squealed out her pleasure. "I'mmmmmm cominggg!" She churned, boiling in her own desire as she announced to the beasts the joy they were bestowing upon her. "Ooohhhh, I'm cominggg!"
Explosion followed explosion in the young girl's cunt. She churned on the floor, her legs lifting into the air. The nipping on her clit sent new flashing sparks of torment to her brain and lights flickered behind her dilated eyes.
The two dogs, highly agitated by the mad child, bit and licked her body. The dog between her thighs jammed his entire snout into her pulsating cunt and shook his head, snarling then pulling out. The act seemed to have charged some inner emotion inside the dog. He did it again, repeating it over and over as Melissa drifted in and out of semi consciousness, her orgasms draining the blood from her fuzzy brain, surging to where all the excitement originated-her scalding hot pussy.
"Unnnnhhhh!" she blurted out, blinking, drooling, and bucking about on the floor. She arched up into the air, the nipping of the two dogs driving her berserk. Convulsing, she collapsed back, a shambles of tingling nerves and exploding sensations that tattooed her foggy mind. She pushed at the dogs, unable to take the pain of their teeth as she came down from her tremendous high. She rolled away, the dogs looking at each other quizzically, then going to the corner to play and lick their own pricks.
Melissa lay there, a lump of gnawed flesh, unable to move as she closed her eyes, trying to grasp a thread of the reality that had escaped her during the sexual battle with the two Russian wolfhounds.
Chapter Six
Melissa lay on the floor, panting and catching her breath after the exquisite ordeal the two Russian wolfhounds had just put her through. It had been fantastic. The memory of her ass being filled with tongue was thrilling. She lay still, wondering how her father's cock would feel in her ass, praying his prick wouldn't be too large to fit in her asshole. She wanted to try the moment they returned home.
She heard the doorknob jiggle and shock filled her face. She gulped a sigh of relief and quickly gathered her clothes, grateful for the foresight of having locked the door. She pulled on her jeans and in her haste, forgot about her panties. "I'll be there in a second," she called.
She knew, as she put on her halter top, that Mrs. Mendell had wanted her to sample the wolfhounds. It was just… she didn't want to be caught naked by them. Whatever her father did with Mrs. Mendell was his business but he might not approve of his daughter blatantly fucking her animals.
Taking no chances with screwing things up for him, she made sure her halter was fixed correctly and then ran to the door. Her face was flushed and there was a line of perspiration on her upper lip as she flung open the door. "I was over on the floor with the dogs," she lied. "We were playing and they wouldn't let me up."
Linda Mendell simply smiled at the obvious lie. "Ohhhhh," she remarked, entering the den and feigning acceptance of the child's explanation. Linda sat on the sofa and crossed her legs, exposing her long slender thigh as the skirt slid halfway up.
Melissa ogled the stunning woman, seeing the flesh of creamy white above the top of her black stocking. "Where's my daddy?"
"He's having another drink and looking through some photos of mine." She smiled at the child. "I thought it might be nice if we had a talk together, sort of woman to woman."
"About what?" Melissa asked, figuring it was about the animals.
"Your father and you," Linda remarked.
"What about my father, Mrs. Mendell?"
"Why don't you sit down first. You look as skittish as a young colt."
Melissa smiled, unable to imagine what Mrs. Mendell wanted to say about her father. She sat down on the edge of the sofa. Linda waited until the pretty child was settled. "Your father and I… " she started, but stopped. She smiled again, hoping to alleviate some of the anxiety she noticed in Melissa's eyes. "It's nothing bad. In fact, it could be quite a bit of fun."
Melissa nodded for her to go on.
"First, I want you to call me Linda. I'm too young to be Mrs. Mendell. Okay?"
Melissa's anxiety lessened, but she was still concerned about what Linda wanted to say. After her fantastic fuck with Neil, Linda learned all about the teenager. She coughed, hoping that Melissa wouldn't become jealous or hurt with what she was about to tell her. "Your father and I… well… we made love." She let the sentence hang, looking for any adverse reactions from the young girl.
"So?" Melissa said. "I suspected it anyway. I saw the way you two were looking at each other. Hell, I'm not a moron."
A weight lifted from Linda's shoulders. "I thought you might be jealous," she confessed. "I… you're… father told me about your very special closeness."
"Did he say anything about Claudius and me?"
"We talked about everything."
"You fuck dogs too, huh?" Melissa asked impishly, knowing the obvious answer.
"Yes. I sensed it in you the first day we met, when I brought Claudius to you for board."
Melissa giggled.
The matching Russian wolfhounds came to their new mistress. "What did you think of my new pets?" Melissa blushed.
"You're not going to tell me you didn't sample my beautiful borzois?" She petted their silky backs vigorously as they whimpered their pleasure.
"What did you call them?"
"Borzois, Russian wolfhounds. Borzoi is their real name," she explained.
"Ohhhhh," Melissa said. "Do they have other names?"
"Igor and Ivan," Linda answered. "Well, Ivan and Igor both had a ball with me." She leaned back against the sofa, relaxing completely. "They got me off on a fantastic orgasm. I came all over the floor."