The German Shepherd was now pushing his massive head between the girl's pelvis and the mattress, and his head lifted, raising the girl's softly fleshed white buttocks into the air. What he wanted was obvious, and the girl obediently knelt, elevating her wide-spread buttocks, bending before the huge animal in abject surrender. The relentless tongue had lashed her to servile defeat, crushed her resistance with its vigorous and non-stop attack on her sensitive parts for interminable minutes.
She was on all fours as the dog mounted the spread globes of her buttocks, his forelegs on her back. The wetly glistening, scarlet penis slipped from its huge furry sheath, dripping. The smoothly tapered point slipped and danced in the hot, wet crevice as the animal lurched and jerked, trying to bury his penis's tapered tip and the thick shaft into her body.
The camera moved in closer as the young girl sobbed and looked back, shifting her gently rounded buttocks in an effort to capture the lengthening shaft. She was like a bitch in heat as she strove to grasp the long, dripping penis in her fiery little cunt. The sharp tip missed and slid up to find the momentarily relaxed anus, which it attempted to enter. With a loud moan, the girl tensed and evaded the hot slippery prod in fright, but the dog determinedly returned to the attack. He thrust blindly, the thin point sliding unsuccessfully beneath, along the moistly softened hair covered cuntal crevice to rub against her clitoris. The heated redness of his wildly jabbing penis contrasted with the fevered pink of the girl's passion-inflamed cunt, spreading the lips wider as his still unhoused shaft rubbed between them. The dog growled out of frustration, and the girl reached back, trying to guide him to the heatedly impatient opening of her pussy. She grasped the slippery penis, placing the point of it against her pinkly glistening slit, and the dog thrust wildly, spreading it wider and wider apart.
Suddenly his cock was in! The German Shepherd jerked forward rapidly to bury his huge penis deep up inside the deliriously squirming young girl's cunt. His scarlet shaft slithered forward with a wet rush until it was sunk to the hilt, his hairy balls swinging below her moist pubic hair. The girl cried a sigh of relief as she began to move rhythmically backwards to meet the urgent thrusts of the panting dog. As the forelegs trapped her narrow waist, she began to undulate her body, moving her buttocks in lewd circles, and abandoning herself to the delicious animal fucking she was receiving from behind. The girl twisted her head to look back toward the camera, and it was clear what effect the fucking was having on her. Her face was contorted in rapture from the screwing the dog was giving her, and her large, taut breasts danced tightly beneath her writhing torso, moving in time to the skewering cock of the dog. It slid deep into her from behind, a relentless hot poker of glistening flesh, burying itself into her belly.
Abruptly, Linda could feel the intolerable warmth of the room, the heat of the other couples compounding her own excitement, as beads of sweat formed on her forehead. She was terribly frustrated, her entire body containing a raging fire that needed extinguishing. She bit down on her lip in an attempt to keep back a vocal groan of frustration, but Tom's hand worked with increased intensity over the hardened tip of her breast.
She needed more of her drink, that would help her forget what she so desperately wanted to do. Valerie was squirming under the finger fucking Ray was giving her, so why not she? She could feel the heated wetness between her own thighs increasing, and she was sure Tom could feel the pounding of her heart through her breast. But her mind wouldn't permit decision or, for that matter, understanding of her needs.
In the movie that seemed so real, the girl's body was swaying obscenely as she knelt before the German Shepherd. She had gone completely out of her mind, shouting lewd encouragement through clenched teeth to the dumb beast. She was begging him to fuck her harder and faster, grinding her buttocks back as she pleaded for his hot animal sperm in her clasping little cunt. She was no longer human, but a quivering mass of sweating, lust-deranged flesh that begged to be fucked. She was reveling in humiliation by being used as a bitch by the big panting dog, and she ground her buttocks back against the hairy body like another animal. Tiny rivulets of moisture were building in the crevice of the girl's wildly rotating buttocks, and the camera moved in even closer to show the glistening drops running slowly down the girl's sleek inner thighs.
Linda realized that Tom was becoming more restless, and she was sure that he noticed her wiggling her buttocks into the pillow beneath her. It was next to impossible to hide the frustration she felt, as her belly was like a raging and uncontrolled fire that burned with terrible insistence. His hand was kneading her breast more vigorously, and her nipples throbbed with guilty pleasure. She remembered Valerie, so close that Karen's mother might easily observe what Tom was doing with his hand, and for the first time in her memory, she didn't want her friend to think her a prude. Yet, knowing that she was being watched could destroy the feelings in her body, and she glanced back to be sure Valerie was busy with her own needs. The sight that filled her vision was far more erotic than anything Linda had seen on the motion picture screen.
Valerie's head was bobbing up and down over Ray's loins, her lips clasped tightly in a wet oval around his long hard penis which stood up rigidly throbbing through the open zipper of his fly. His fingers were digging furiously in and out of her wetly clasping vagina, and Linda was again reminded of the scene she'd witnessed in the forest the previous night… only now she was close enough to reach out her hands and touch them!
Linda was stunned, turning her head around quickly to avoid staring at the lewdly exciting oral coupling. It was something she hadn't expected, at least not right there in front of everyone else. What was to prevent everyone at the party from watching them? But then, they were all watching a film that seemed all too real, Linda remembered. And the sounds coming from next to her were like those in the film, wet sucking noises punctuated intermittently by small mewls and groans of totally depraved pleasure. She could hear other sounds coming now from around the room too, as other couples, overcome by the ravishment of the young girl in the movie, locked themselves together in various forms of sexual connection. Linda burrowed her head into Tom's shoulder in hopes that it would keep the sounds away, but it was useless. The images and sounds of sexual stimulation were everywhere, and she was nearly beyond the point of resisting it herself.
Tom had moved even closer to her when she had moved her head against his shoulder, and she tensed as she felt his free hand working its way under buttocks. He was pressing toward her feverishly quivering vagina, there was little doubt about that, and she could feel the warm wetness of her own damp excitement on the soft cheeks of her buttocks as she pressed down harder against the protective pillow. As his fingers worked more insistently beneath her dress, her thought of pleasure and satisfaction rationalized away the danger. He couldn't, without forcing her, get beneath her dress, but the tingling excitement in her heatedly aroused young body tempted her to relax her tightly clenched thighs. His hand was pushing at the hem of her dress, pulling the material up from beneath, and she didn't want to say anything to stop him, excusing herself by believing she would be heard by everyone in the room. She moved her hand down to grab his wrist, but she could barely close her fingers around it, not to consider stopping him. She kept her eyes on the movie, and she reasoned that her hand's presence on his wrist was enough to soothe her conscience. And slowly, inch by inch, his hand worked her dress up, moving toward the wet crotch band of her panties. There was nothing she could do without creating a scene, she reasoned, so Linda resigned herself, almost with relief, to Tom's relentless probing of her secret most part.