While Priscilla giggled from her perch on the tree truck, it went on, and DesirЋe lost track of time while her womb began to burn with animal desire. Her knees gradually bent, her hips pushing backwards to offer her parted buttocks and tingling anus to the dog behind her while Lobo went on swabbing her pussy from in front, their lapping tongues often crossing beneath her and swapping points of contact. She felt the electricity pulsing through her legs, felt her knees give while she rolled onto her back, her thighs now parting wide to give Lobo easy access while the other dogs went to her rosy, hard nipples and mounds of her jiggling breasts.
DesirЋe was moaning loudly, her belly shuddering with tiny orgasms, while Priscilla watched, wondering whether she should pull the trigger and end the younger girl's life and pleasure all at once.
"Oh, Priss!" DesirЋe gasped, rubbing her belly while the dogs licked her body all over. "This is amazing! Oh, it feels so gooood."
Damn, Priscilla thought. She wasn't supposed to enjoy it, but like Clete said, the dirty little slut likes dogs. Wonder if Mark knows…
The blonde girl, now sizzling with arousal, was wet from tailbone to pubis with her own secretions and the saliva of the dogs. She was writhing on the grass, jerking with joy, as Priscilla could see. And the dogs around her were getting excited as well. She could see the big, red torpedoes of hard flesh emerging from the hairy sheaths beneath their bellies, and the one that was licking her had a really huge one, like half a salami, and nearly as thick. But even his was no match for that of the even larger dog that was circling around her, darting his head past the bodies of the other animals to get an occasional taste of her sweet flesh.
DesirЋe was shaken by an orgasm that temporarily calmed her desire and caused her to wet the grass beneath her grinding bottom, and it was in that instant that the full horror of her position burst upon her. Looking around, she saw the fully distended penises, four of them, and knowing they were all meant for her, she caught her breath. No, no, no! This could not happen! She wanted none of the evil that Liz and Nancy had done, not that degradation. She had already gone too far, and she had no intention of submitting to one dog, much less four. With a flash of movement, she swung her leg over Lobo's head and moved to her hands and knees to crawl away, but she found her forward path blocked by the largest animal, and suddenly, two other dogs crowded against her, one on either side, blocking her lateral movement as well.
She felt Lobo's tongue lashing against her vulva again, preparing her, and she whined with despair and with the lightning-like sensations that shot through her womb. And then he was mounting her, his strong forepaws pressing in on her waist, his belly slotting into the cleft of her derriere, his rear feet preventing her from closing her knees. She bucked and struggled, feeling the broad tip of the dogcock butting against her buttocks and labia, searching for the vulnerable, tender, wet opening to her womb. She shifted her hips, trying to remove the target from his range, and Lobo growled. It was a terrifying sound, and then she froze when the jaws of the big one, Bruno closed firmly over the nape of her neck.
Lobo quickly found his position and as the swollen head of his cock found a purchase in her pulsing, dripping slit, his powerful hind legs propelled the shaft forward, into the delicate, juicy sleeve of her vagina. Her pussy stretched to near splitting, DesirЋe fought to catch her breath, her mouth open and her eyes wanted to pop from her head.
"Oh, no, no, no!" she screamed, turning her head to look up at the girl above her in the tree. "Priscilla! Oh, please, help me!"
But there was no help, and Priscilla sat on her safe perch laughing at the sight of the lovely, na•ve girl whose beauty and goodness had disrupted her life, humiliated in this fashion, mounted by a vile dog, her belly pierced by his huge, animal cock. It looked so incredibly obscene, the girl with her perfect, creamy, flawless body, kneeling on the ground, topped by a wild dog whose cock dwarfed that of most men, the petals of her tender, pink pussy clasped wetly around the throbbing red shaft. Halfway buried in her belly, the jerking member waited for full penetration, and the dog wasted no time in gathering his hind legs and shoving the great penis to the hilt in the girl's tiny vaginal sheath.
Visions of the past, sublimated and buried by Dr. Hemmings' hypnotic suggestions, rushed to her mind, and she understood many things, for she saw the past clearly now. This had happened before, once in her own bedroom at her parents' home, and once in their bedroom at Mark's and her house. The first time, Lobo had come interrupting a rape of her defenseless body by the young man, Johnny Canning, whom Clete had murdered. And that rape had been witnessed by the two young men that had abducted her last week and had their way with her. Lobo had come and saved her from being used and filled with the sperm of three different men, only to fuck her himself and to flood her womb after they had fled.
The second time had been one night when she and Mark had been happily together, ready to unite their bodies in love, but unfortunately having left the window open. Lobo had come in, and DesirЋe, believing him to be the animal that had killed the rapist Johnny Canning, yielded her body to him, again, to save Mark's life. While her mind and soul rebelled, her body had responded, and she had screamed out in one climax after another as her young husband, from inches away, had watched, masturbating at the lewd sight. She had done it to save Mark from the dog, but now she saw that it had been a waste of time, for it had been Clete that had killed Johnny Canning. The irony of that caused her to groan.
Yes, she had responded. Her vagina had accommodated the belly-distorting penis and responded, burned with passion and fire, gushed with liquid pleasure. Just as it did now, as Lobo, his tail waving in circles behind them, began pumping his giant cock in and out of the girl's newly penetrated sex hole. DesirЋe groaned with humiliation and shame while his shaft reamed her tender, unwanting belly. Deeper and deeper, he pounded his cock into her streaming, wet vagina, finding her deepest depths, drubbing the head against her cervix, his pre-ejaculate leaking thousands and millions of wriggly sperm into her hot hole.
DesirЋe trembled, trying to keep her body passive. She didn't want this, didn't want anyone but her husband. Didn't want Clete, or Buchanan, or Sam and Billy, or Priscilla. Didn't want any dog, would never touch a dog again. But her tender vagina, penetrated deeper and faster with each careful stroke, flowered open, feeling an amazing joy, against DesirЋe's will. The now receptive hole dilated and lubricated itself with hot juice, sucking audibly on the male shaft, and to her chagrin, the girl felt her hips begin to move in concert with his strong thrusts.
"No, nooooo," she chanted. She was lost. She was a slut, she knew, just as Priscilla had said, and she felt her womb flower open to Lobo's plunging penis. His belly hair brushed her anus, tickling her, and his big balls swung beneath her like a pendulum, beating against the base of her belly, on the soft pad of her pubic hair.
Priscilla watched triumphantly from the height of the tree, hearing the blonde's grunts of pleasure, the sucking sounds of the pink cunt on the cock as it drew pink ridges of inner flesh that clung to the huge shaft. Fuck, if Mark could only see his little sweet angel now, bucking her pussy back and forth on the dog's cock, he would never want to touch her again. If he could see it, maybe it wouldn't be necessary to kill her. He would never want to touch the dog-fucking little bitch again.
Again and again and again, Lobo sank his cock into the sweet, honeyed vagina before him. He was happy again, possessing this special, well-loved female that was pounding her backside back against his belly with the same force and speed that he hammered into her cunt. Priscilla watched her body move with an animal grace, her big tits swinging beneath her, the distended, pink nipples occasionally brushing the grass. Her pearl-clear skin was beginning to glow with the moisture of her arousal and exertion, a trickle of sweat running between her plump buttocks while her hot pussy oil dripped in a long string from her clitoris to the ground between her knees.