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EMMA, UNCLE AND FRIENDS

Author ‘easy’. The author has no objection to this story being reproduced anywhere legal, provided that acknowledgement of authorship and the contact e-mail address for feedback is given.

Nothing in this story should be taken as indication that the author encourages or condones sex with an underage girl, or bestiality. It is just a story, for reader enjoyment.

Comments/suggestions/feedback, if desired, to chjp1874@gmail.com

This story was written in response to a request from a female reader of my other stories, who longed to see her strong fantasies from her pubescent years encapsulated in print. It is, to date, the only story I have ever written that includes K9 action; the attendant research was interesting and illuminating, to say the least! The girl in the story (Emma) is fourteen years old. My thanks to Emma for her arousing and passionate e-mails that inspired this work.

Story codes: MMMMMMMMMMFbbf(14),  gang-rape,  cons,  anal, K9 best.

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You have just got home from school, Emma. In your bedroom, you strip off the hated uniform and stop to look at your 14 year-old self in the full-length mirror. This is something you do frequently, being anxious to see your ripe young body develop as quickly as possible. Clad only in your bra and knickers, your run your hands over your tummy and breasts, and then take your bra off. ‘I think they’ve got bigger’ you think to yourself – they have, too, and have been growing rapidly since you had your first period and hit puberty a year ago, when you were just 13.  At least one of your teachers had noticed, too, and had got you to sit with him at the back of the coach on the way back on a school-trip, and had kissed and cuddled with you and felt your budding breasts through your school shirt. You had really been turned on by this, and so had raised no objection when he made you suck him off on the back seat, out of sight of the other boys and girls. You had gagged on his spunk when he shot in your hot wet mouth and you got your first taste of semen, but you found the experience so exciting at just 14 years old that you didn’t mind.

This had made you even more curious about sex, Emma, and so you had raised no objection when two sixth-form boys persuaded you to accompany them to a secluded corner of the school field. You had felt their stiff cocks and rubbed them up and down like you were told to do, but hadn’t, in your innocence, realized that you were going to be made to do more. Your knickers were pulled off, and they had held your legs open and forced their cocks into your virgin cunt one after the other and fucked you in turn, both spunking in you. It hadn’t actually hurt, though, as being a sporty girl, your hymen had broken of its own accord sometime earlier. Although you had struggled and cried, you had secretly enjoyed being raped, and since then have been wondering how you can get it to happen to you again. At this moment, as you gaze at your lithe young body in the mirror, you can’t know that your wish is about to come true, and in a way that you couldn’t possibly imagine!

You put on clean knickers and a pair of jeans, with a couple of fashionable splits in the legs, at thigh-height. At that moment you hear the phone ring downstairs, and your mum answers it. A half-minute later she calls up the stairs to you; “Emma, it’s your Uncle Barry – wants to speak to you.” You go down the stairs and take the cordless phone up to your bedroom.

“Hello, Uncle Barry.” you say.

“Hi, Emma. How’re you doing?”

“Just got home from school and changing. Been a hot day – clothes were all sweaty.”

“Got any homework?”

“Yeah, a bit, but as it’s Friday I can leave it ‘til Sunday. Just want to go out and enjoy the rest of the day now.”

“Well, in that case, Emma, how’d you like to earn a bit of money right now?”

“How d’you mean, Uncle Barry?”

“You know I’m into photography, don’t you?”

You know alright – Uncle Barry always has a camera with him, and never loses an opportunity to photograph you when he comes round, or when you are at his and Aunty Sharon’s.

“Yes, of course I do.”

“Well, on Fridays we have a camera club meeting at my house, and we’d fixed up today for a female model to come and sit for us. Only she hasn’t turned up – I’ve got about a dozen blokes here with cameras at the ready and no-one to photograph. How d’you fancy coming over as a replacement – we’d pay you what we were going to pay her, £50?”

£50 for having your picture taken sounds pretty tempting – there’s some DVDs you want to buy but can’t afford. You decide to go for it.

“OK, Uncle Barry, I’ll do it. What do you want me to wear?”

There’s a moment’s silence. You hear Barry’s two Labrador dogs barking in the background. “Fantastic, Emma – wear whatever you like, coz Aunty Sharon has some clothes ready that the model was going to wear and model for us, so you’ll be changing into them. You gonna bike over?”

“Yes.”

“Great! See you in five minutes, then.”

You click the phone off, and reach for your bra. You go to put it on, but a sudden thought stops you. All those men will be looking at you when you walk in – you decide to go braless, so that the movement of your breasts, and the outline of your nipples, will be visible to them through the material of your thin blue woolly top that you’ve just got out to put on. With no bra, you know from experience that the feel of the soft wool rubbing against your nipples will get them to stiffen and stick out. The thought of all those men getting aroused at seeing your swaying breasts and protruding nipples through your top gives you a delicious wet feeling between your legs, and you put your hand down your jeans and knickers and give yourself a lovely rub for half a minute. Then it’s downstairs to quickly tell your mum where you’re going, and you head off to Barry’s on your bike. On the short journey you deliberately position yourself on the saddle so that as you pedal you can rub your clitoris, now aroused, against the plastic of the saddle through your jeans and knickers. On the way you are thinking about all those men looking at you and photographing you, and by the time you arrive at Barry’s you are quite excited and wet about it all.

You prop your bike up against the wall of the house – Aunt Sharon has seen you coming and opens the door. She greets you with a kiss as you walk in. “Hello, Emma – glad you could make it. If you hadn’t, there’d only have been me for the guys to photograph, and they’ve done that so many times before I think they’re getting bored with me!” Sharon is an attractive woman in her thirties, full-bodied but certainly not fat.

As you and your aunt walk through to the extension that Barry has built as a photographic studio, Max and Miller, their two male black labradors, come bounding up to you, wagging their tails. You pet them both, but Max comes sniffing between your legs. Dogs’ extremely sensitive sense of smell has given him a scent of your vaginal secretions, and he nuzzles his nose right in there as he sniffs.

Your aunt scolds the dog. “Max! Stop it! Leave the poor girl alone.” She pulls his head away and you both walk into the studio. You’ve never had that sort of contact with a dog before, and the sudden and unexpected nature of it has caused feelings to run through you that you don’t understand. You should have been repelled, but……………….

The men smile at you. Barry announces “Guys, this is Emma, who’s kindly agreed to be our model for today. Emma, let me introduce you.” He leads you round the dozen or so men there, telling you their names, but you don’t remember any of them. Most shake your hand, but some kiss you on the cheek. A couple are teenagers, sons of two of the men there.

You can sense, and in a few cases see, their eyes looking at your young body, and in particular at your breasts and perky nipples, clad in the thin blue top. You feel your cheeks redden slightly with the knowledge of the effect that you’re having on them.

“OK, Emma” says your aunt. “Let’s go and change into the things I want you to wear.” Barry interjects “Hold on a minute, Emma – let’s take a few shots of you in your own clothes first. Sit over here.”

He leads you to an armless couch, and for the next few minutes the room is filled with the sounds of cameras clicking away as you are arranged in different poses by your uncle. Some are quite suggestive, but as you are fully dressed you think nothing of it. However, you can feel your nipples hardening again each time your position is changed and they rub against the soft wool. You are enjoying the attention you are getting from all these men, and are silently looking forward to posing in whatever clothes Aunt Sharon wants you to wear. You notice a video camera set up on a tripod in the corner of the room, pointing at the couch, but it doesn’t seem to be in use.

“Right, Sharon” says Barry finally. “Perhaps you could get Emma changed for us now.” “Come on, Emma” she instructs “– the things I want you to wear are in the bedroom.” You follow her upstairs, and as you exit the studio you can just a hear a couple of low-voiced comments from the photographers;

“Lovely girl – did you notice those nipples?”

“Yeah, looks like nice breasts altogether under that top – did Barry say she’s only fourteen?”

You don’t know if Aunt Sharon heard them, but that doesn’t matter – you don’t quite understand why, but hearing them talk about you like that is giving you a lovely feeling. You secretly hope that they will say more nice things about your young body when you return to pose some more for them after changing into whatever it is that Aunt Sharon is going to get you to wear.

You go into the bedroom, and see that on the bed Sharon has laid out an expensive-looking bra and panties set, black, lacy and skimpy. There is also a short garment of very sheer material that looks a bit like a nightie; you ask what it is, and she tells you that it’s a chemise. You’ve never heard of it, but as you lift it up to look at it you can see that although it’s also black, it’s see-through. It feels smooth and silky, and you lightly run your fingers over it.

“I can’t wear that, Aunt Sharon” you tell her. “It’s see-through!”

“It’s alright, Emma” she re-assures you “- you’ll have the bra and knickers on underneath; no-one’ll see anything you don’t want them to see. But you’ve got a really lovely body, and the men will love photographing you in these.”

Before you have a chance to protest, Sharon is helping you out of your clothes. ‘Oh, well’ you think to yourself, ‘for £50 I can do this.’ However, as she fastens the bra on you, you notice that even the bra material is at least semi- see-through, with the darkness of your nipples visible through the thin material. Sharon senses your misgivings and puts an arm around your shoulders.

“Don’t worry, Emma” she says soothingly. “They’re photographers, just shooting these fashions. Your job is just to show how good they can look on a sexy young girl.” She lightly traces her fingers over the flesh of your bra-clad breasts. “You’re perfect for these – you’re so sexy, Emma.” You gasp at her unexpected touch; although you say nothing, you love what Aunt Sharon has said about you, and you can feel yourself warming to the notion of posing in these garments and being photographed. Although you are only fourteen, you know enough about men and boys to know what the photographers’ eyes will really be focussed upon, and you are excited by this.

Sharon helps you to slip on the chemise; the smooth material slithers effortlessly down over your bra-clad breasts. It is short, only just covering the brief knickers. She turns you to the mirror, and you look at yourself. “You look gorgeous, Emma” says Sharon approvingly. “You make these look even better than the model would have done. You have such a lovely young body – the men don’t know how lucky they are to have you posing for them.”

Her words excite you, and as you are led downstairs, you can feel yourself getting moist between your legs again at your aunt’s words and at the thought of the naughtiness of displaying yourself to all those men wearing only those skimpy and sexy undergarments.

You enter the studio with Sharon; you feel yourself blushing as all eyes are turned towards you. “Oh, wow!” says one man, picking up his camera. Barry comes over to you and takes your hand, and leads you to the couch. He compliments you: “Oh, Emma, you show those garments so beautifully; you’re perfect for this. We are so going to enjoy photographing you!” You are flattered by his words, and sit on the couch. Barry speaks to Sharon. “Sharon, you know what we’re looking for – you sort out Emma’s poses while we photograph her.” You don’t see it, but Barry winks in the direction of the others as he speaks. He turns on a couple of bright lights and adjusts how they illuminate you, and in particular, your schoolgirl body.

Sharon directs you, and you pose as told as the room is filled with the sound of camera shutters clicking. “Smile – look down – look over there – look serious – stretch one leg out – pull the chemise up a bit – hand on your thigh – open your mouth a little – wet your lips – look at your breasts – part your legs a little….”

“That’s great, Emma” compliments Barry. “You’re a natural. Now lean back a bit and open your legs a bit more.” You are unsure about this, but something inside you tells you to do it anyway. All these men clearly admiring you and photographing you is causing your hormones to spread out in your developing body. You notice Barry go to the video-camera and press something on it.

“Lovely, Emma!” he says. “Pull your knickers down just a little so that the top of your pubic hair shows, so that we can see that it’s a real woman modelling these sexy clothes.” You hesitate – this is taking you out of your comfort zone. Aunt Sharon leans over and does it for you, exposing the top of your soft dark bush. You don’t protest, though, and as a battery of camera-clicks and flashes fill the room you begin to feel more at ease with the direction in which things seem to be going. So when Barry instructs you to slip your hand into your knickers you comply without demur. The cameras click again, and you hear Barry tell the men not to get between the video-camera and the couch.

“Fantastic!” mutters one man. Sharon reaches down and pulls your knickers down a bit further, before you can stop her.  You gasp, and try to pull them up again, but her hand holds them firmly down. “It’s OK, Emma” she says, reassuringly – “It’ll just be nice for the men to see what these sexy knickers are covering, and take photos. Lift your bottom up a bit.”

Almost against your will, you find yourself doing as instructed. In a flash, Sharon has peeled your knickers halfway down your thighs. You snap your legs closed and cover your pussy with your hand, but this only makes it easier for Sharon to quickly remove the knickers completely.

You don’t know what to think or do, Emma – you hadn’t bargained for this. Barry comes and sits on the other side of you, and gently pulls your hand away, exposing your pubic hair to the gaze of all present. More photos are taken. “That’s lovely, Emma!” exclaims Barry. “Look, I know we’re being a bit naughty here, but you’re so pretty, and the men will never get another chance to take hot photos of a fourteen year-old cunt.” You hear murmurings of agreement.

His use of the c-word both appalls and excites you, and you allow Barry to push your legs wide apart. You are breathing more quickly now, and when Barry tells you to hold your vulva open, you do so. Lots more clicking of camera shutters. “God, she’s wet!” whispers one man to the man next to him. You are, too, and when Sharon touches you down there and rubs her finger up and down your slippery gash, you find yourself opening your legs even further without being prompted to. Out of the corner of your eye, you notice Max and Miller, the two black Labradors, sitting at the back of the room. You wonder why on earth they’ve got socks on over their paws, as you’ve never seen dogs wearing socks before.

Sharon speaks. “Let the men see you doing it to yourself, Emma.” She guides your trembling hand to your cunt. Your mind is a maelstrom of conflicting thoughts and emotions, but the bottom line that comes through is that you aren’t being asked to do anything that you haven’t done to yourself before, that you really enjoy fingering yourself, and that the thought of turning on all these men by doing it to yourself in front of them is making the prospect seem even hotter. And you are going to be paid for doing it!

Slowly at first, you start to stimulate your clitoris with your middle finger as you continue to hold your plump cuntlips open with your other hand. You dip your finger further down to draw up the moistness to lubricate your love-button as it swells with your ministrations. Through half-closed eyes you notice bulges in the trousers of the men closest to you, and it gives you a sense of power to know that you are exciting them as they watch and photograph you abusing yourself.

“Take her bra off so we can see her tits, Sharon” you hear one of them say. Sharon reaches behind you and unclips your bra; it is one without shoulder-straps, designed for sexiness rather than support, so it is easily removed, leaving you clad in only the see-through chemise. There are murmurs of approval from the room as your breasts and dark aroused nipples come into open view through the sheer material, and you hear a battery of fresh clicks of camera shutters.

“Mmmm, they’re lovely, Emma” you hear Barry say. “Men are going to love you for those.” You don’t answer – at that point you couldn’t say anything rational anyway as your heart pumps faster with your increasing arousal as you start to speed up with your fingers. You are using two fingers now, Emma, almost wanking your clitoris like a tiny cock. Your mind is a blur of feelings and emotions, and they increase when Sharon puts a hand up your chemise to fondle your breasts and stimulate your stiff nipples. With her other hand she turns your face to hers and kisses you full on your moist pink lips, her tongue slithering into your warm wet mouth and working around in there. You are almost breathless – you have never experienced being kissed like this before, and you find yourself responding in the same fashion, working your tongue into Sharon’s open mouth. As your tongues duel, Sharon continues to massage your breasts and your fingers almost become a blur as you frig yourself harder and faster.

“Fucking hell, lesbian action as well!” you hear. “Jeez, I’ve gotta wank, this is making me so hard” says another voice. You briefly open your now-closed eyes, to glimpse a couple of the men with their stiff cocks exposed, masturbating as they watch the incredibly hot scene before them.

“Pass it to me, Barry” says Sharon as she withdraws her hand from underneath the chemise. “The smaller one.” Barry reaches under the couch and gets something out and briefly fiddles with it. You hear a buzzing sound begin, and you see Barry hand Sharon a sort of plastic tube. “You’re going to enjoy this, Emma” she whispers in your ear as she presses the vibrator up against your engorged love-button.

You gasp at the sudden feeling that shoots through you as the love-toy does its work in Sharon’s expert hand. The vibrating end is moved up and down your wet slit and all around, and on, your clitoris. You couldn’t move if you tried; it’s as though all your nerve ends have moved to your pussy and all you can feel is the wonderful feelings that flow through you from that place. You dimly hear the men encouraging both you and Sharon.

“Go on, Sharon, she’s loving it!”

“”Emma, you’re so hot – pull your nightie right up so we can see your breasts properly while she does it to you!”

You can’t respond, but Barry does it for you, pulling the chemise right up to around your neck. More words of approval from the men as your sweet 14 year-old breasts come into full view, and more camera-clicks. One of the men puts down his camera; “Barry, I want to feel them – please, can I?”

“Be my guest!” responds Barry, moving over so the man can sit next to you. He does so, and you feel his hands roaming over your breasts, paying special attention to your schoolgirl nipples, now seriously stiff and aroused. You turn your face towards him, wanting to be kissed at the same time as everything else, and as your lips meet your tongues begin to dance a delicious duel in full view of everyone.

You have never experienced anything like this, Emma. You cannot help but make yourself fully available for this obscene and illegal molestation of your underage body. Your breathing is fast and furious, and the blood is pounding in your brain as aroused sex hormones are sent hurtling through you.

Barry has reached under the couch, and in his hand you see a very large rubber penis, extremely realistic, even down to the veins. He sits on the floor between your splayed legs, and begins to slowly insert the rubber cock into your cunt. Although it is so large and thick, there is no need for lubrication as you have released so much love-juice. You feel your vagina accepting the lovely intrusion as Barry works it in and out, going deeper and deeper – 4 inches, 5 inches, 6 inches, and more. All the while, Sharon is working the vibrator on your clitoris, your nipples are being stimulated, and you are passionately kissing the man next to you, giving your tongue and wanting more of his.

The watching men are loving this lewd scenario – most have abandoned their cameras, and as you cast glimpses around the room you can see them wanking themselves, seriously aroused by what is being done to you in front of them. You secretly want to see them spurting, but what you can’t know at that point, Emma, is that the carefully-laid plan is for any spunk that is spurted not to be visible to you, but to be inside you, in your three orifices.

“Come on, Barry” you hear one voice gasp. “She needs a real cock now – I’ve got to fuck her!” At hearing this you are suddenly jolted out of the place that your mind has taken you to. You hadn’t bargained for this, a step too far. As the man replaces Barry between your legs you find the strength to try to close them, and cry out “No! You can’t! You mustn’t!” But as the men close around you, strong hands pull your legs apart again and hold you firmly from behind, nullifying your struggles. You feel the man’s cock worked swiftly into you, and he starts to fuck you with long powerful strokes.

You are crying, but this only seems to work the men up even more. “Oh, God, she takes it well!” you hear.

“I’ve always wanted to shag an underage girl!”

“She’s no virgin – who d’you reckon’s fucked her before?”

“Lucky bastard, whoever it is!”

You are completely at their mercy, Emma. You are appalled at being raped like this, but another part of your brain is releasing copious amounts of sex hormones in response to the fucking you are getting, and it is these that hold sway. The man suddenly starts to shudder; “Oh, I’m cumming – I’m cumming in a schoolgirl! OH, YES, OH YES…..!”

“Go on, Dave!” urges Sharon. “Fill her up! Fill her up like you’ve filled me up before!” You feel the semen being shot high up inside you, and after a few shooting strokes, the cock is withdrawn from your now open cunt. The subordinate part of your brain is relieved, but this relief is short-lived as another man takes his place straightaway and starts to rape you again.

The room is filled with the sound of squelching as your slippery cunt is pounded by this second cock. Barry has taken the video-camera off its stand and is moving close to you to get the best shots of your pussy being fucked and of your face responding involuntarily to what is being done to you. It doesn’t take long before this man squirts his load in you, and as a third man steps forward you belatedly realize that one way or another, you are probably going to have to take every cock in the room.

“Lay her on her back” you hear him say. You are pulled into the missionary position and held down as he gets on top of you and swiftly inserts his rock-hard cock inbetween your legs as they are held open by the others. He too, doesn’t take long to cum, adding a third dollop of spunk up you.

“Do you want a go in her, son?” says one man. “Oh, yeah, dad!” is the response from one of the teenage boys. “Go on, then – she’s all yours; fill your boots!”

You take the cock of the boy, and you are sobbing now as you are raped for the fourth time in quick succession. After he has finished in you, you are pulled up onto your knees as the next man wants to do you doggie, from behind. The odour of sex has excited the two Labradors very sensitive sense of smell, and you hear them panting and whining as you are fucked to completion yet again.

You feel a fifth man getting beneath you. “Ride me, you slut!” you hear him mutter, and you feel hands pulling you down as you are impaled on his cock. The dominant part of your brain instructs you to move up and down on him, and you start to thrash your cunt along the full length of his stiff penis, from cockhead to balls.

“I want her arse, Barry – I’ve got to have her arse!” You feel a man kneeling behind you – you feel something cold around your bumhole – you can’t see it, but Sharon has squeezed out some KY jelly on it, to lubricate your virgin puckered anus for fucking. You start to protest, but powerful hands hold you again as the man forces his rampant cock up your arse and starts to shag your bottom. You are motionless now as the cock in your cunt adds its thrusting to the motions of the one up your lovely schoolgirl bum. After only about a minute a third cock appears in front of your face; your head is held as it is pushed between your pink full lips and you feel your mouth being fucked as well.

This is so dirty, Emma, so filthy. All three of your orifices are being fucked simultaneously, and the subordinate part of your brain finally gives up the fight. You start to slobber wetly and vigorously on the cock in your mouth. The men can sense your complete surrender; they stop holding you and start to encourage you instead.

“Go on, Emma, suck him!”

“Fucking fantastic! Three cocks at once!”

“Make him cum in your mouth, Emma!”

At these words you increase the tempo of your sweet cocksucking mouth as the two cocks in you at your rear end continue their relentless pounding. The man in your mouth begins to breathe raggedly, and you know the spunk is coming. Suddenly you feel the tube in his cock swell, and your mouth is filled with thick warm sperm. You manage to swallow some, but there is too much, and as he pulls his cock out the remainder pours out, down your chin and onto the couch. Just at that moment the man beneath you rams his cock completely up you, and you feel his spunk being added to the quantity in there already.

“Fuck; here it comes, Emma, HERE IT COMES!” The man in your arse pushes his cock in as far as he can get it – you feel as though you are on fire in there. Yes, it hurts, but the pleasure is outweighing the pain as you take your first load of sperm ever up your 14 year-old bottom. It won’t be your last, Emma, it certainly won’t be your last!

You are almost uncontrollable in your passion as the last six men use you as well. You take another man up your bum, another in your hot wet mouth, and four further men empty their balls into your belly. You feel as though your womb is awash with spunk, and it probably is. Barry is the last to fuck you, and Sharon videos him doing so. He whispers into your ear as he shags you from behind; “I’ve always wanted to fuck you, Emma, since you were a little girl and I saw you naked in your swimming-pool in your back garden. You don’t know how many times I’ve shot as I wanked thinking about you over the years!” You don’t respond, you can’t respond, but you feel a warm glow at the knowledge that you had turned him on so much when you were little, that thoughts of you had fuelled his masturbation for so long, and how fulfilling for him it must be for him to finally get his cock into you for real rather than in his pedo fantasies.

“Oh, this is fantastic, Emma!” he gasps as he pumps his large cock in and out to the hilt, going deeper inside you than any of the other cocks that fucked you did. You wiggle your bottom to get him in deeper. “You’d have been such a great fuck as a little girl – you’d have loved it! I’d have taught you to suck my…….Oh, God, I’M CUMMING!”

There is so much spunk in you that you don’t really notice him squirting in you, and as he pulls out you sink flat onto the couch, exhausted. Neither do you notice the spunk of the first man who fucked you being shot all over your back, as he finishes the wank he started while watching your uncle rodgering you. Sharon strokes your hair, matted with perspiration. “Oh, Emma, you did so well!” you faintly hear her say.

You lie there in your own little world for a couple of minutes, but you are jolted back into the here and now by the feeling of a tongue licking the semen pouring out of your well-fucked pussy and bum. You momentarily start to enjoy it, but then the sound of panting makes you realize that it is one of the two Labradors doing it to you! You quickly try to close your legs, but Sharon holds them open – at this moment she is far stronger than you. “Just enjoy Max cleaning you up, Emma – I can tell you he’s a great licker!” she tells you.

Despite the depravity of having your cunt licked by a dog, you start to like the feeling of his rasping tongue, especially each time he flicks it across your clitoris. You manage to turn your head, and are astounded to see that as Max enjoys you, Sharon has her hand beneath him and is stroking and wanking his large red cock that has emerged from its sheath. The dog is getting more and more excited over you, Emma, and you feel Barry and one of the other men pulling you up onto your hands and knees.

“You’re going to love this, Emma!” says Sharon. “Max is a great fuck!” In that instant you realize that you are going to be forced to take Max’s doggie-cock up you and let him fuck you. This is just too much. “No!” you cry. “No! Don’t make me do it with a dog!” Your cries are ignored, and with encouragement from the watching onlookers Max mounts you from behind as you are held firmly in place by the two men. Sharon has her fingers around the base of the dog’s cock, and guides it straight to your sopping cunt. With one push Max forces his cock right up you and starts to fuck you with quick strokes, as dogs do. You cry out in protest, but in vain. One of the men is circling round you with the video camera, capturing the obscene scene.

The men love it, and call out encouragement;-

“Go on, Maxie – fuck her!”

“Yeah, go on, Max; shoot up her – make her pregnant with puppies!”

“Emma, you’re such a dirty cow, letting a dog fuck you!”

You don’t have much choice in the matter, actually! However, the rapid motion of doggie-cock working in and out is starting to give you a lovely feeling, which is increased by your brain telling you how depraved, how filthy this is. At that moment, though, you see Miller being drawn up in front of your face – two men lift his front legs and place them on your back. Grimly, you now realize why the dogs have socks on – to prevent their claws from scratching you in their passion. You now know that all this was planned from the start!

Miller’s red cock, as large as Max’s, is centimetres from your face. “Suck him, Emma” instructs Sharon. “Go on, suck him!” You can’t bring yourself to do this final act of obscenity, but the decision is taken for you as the two men holding Miller push his warm hard cock between your lips and into your drooling mouth. Miller’s instinct takes over with the feeling that you’re giving him, and he starts to fuck your sucking mouth.

This is sooo dirty, sooo absolutely obscene, sooo incredibly filthy! The men are rapidly taking more photos of the almost unbelievable scene in front of them. Sharon’s hand is still firmly around the base of Max’s cock, both to keep him rammed up you and to prevent his knot from entering you, which would mean him unable to exit for anything for up to half an hour after he has added his doggie-cum to the sperm of the men inside your belly.

Despite (or perhaps because of!) what you are being made to do being so extremely perverted, you find your body responding favourably to being ravished by the sex-hungry Labradors. Miller’s cock actually feels nice and smooth and clean in your mouth, and you start your own motion of sucking it. “Oh, yes, Emma!” you hear Barry say. “Do it to him! Bob, hold him still – I want to see Emma work him up to cumming!”

You start to slobber wetly back and forth along his cock, working your tongue on it in a way that the men can all see you doing it in your filthy passion. You take hold of his dog-cock with one hand and wank it with the end firmly inside your wet mouth, doing your best to bring him to spurting.

The watching photographers are ecstatic; -

“Fucking hell, a 14 year-old being spit-roasted by dogs – we’ll never see this again!”

“Yeah, Emma, go to it – he’s gonna shoot soon!”

“What a doggie-cocksucking little tart – fantastic!”

Suddenly, without warning, Miller explodes his doggie-spunk into your mouth. It is hotter and thinner than the man-spend you tasted, and there is so much more of it. You gag on it and pull your lips off his cock, and the fluid pours out of your mouth, down your chin and onto the couch. “Oh, Emma, you should have swallowed it!” you hear one man laughingly say.

At that moment you feel the hotness of Max’s doggie-sperm erupting into your cunt, and you feel it pouring out down your legs as he withdraws from you. Once again, you collapse onto the couch. Surely that’s it, you think – surely that’s it.

It is, Emma, it is. You hear Barry say “Go and run a bath for her, Sharon – we’ll bring her upstairs in a couple of minutes”. Sharon heads upstairs, and you hear the faint sound of running water as you lie prone on the couch, only half-conscious. A blanket is placed over you, but after a few minutes three of the men carry you up the stairs. It’s no easy task as your abused body is slippery with spunk and sweat, but you are taken into the bathroom and lowered into the nice warm water. The men leave, and Sharon kneels down beside you and starts to soap you clean with her hands. The soothing feeling of her slippery hands on you relaxes you, and you drift in and out of brief moments of sleep as your brain, your hormones, your nerve-endings, all settle down.

“Emma, you were amazing” murmurs Sharon as she enjoys working her soapy hands all over your young body. “Max and Miller really like you – I think they’d like you to be their girlfriend. Would you like to be their girlfriend, Emma; would you?”

You find yourself nodding almost imperceptibly. “Good girl!” says Sharon, kissing your cheek lovingly. “You pass our house on your way home from school, don’t you? Would you like to call in one day next week on your way home and let them make love to you?”

You don’t answer for half a minute. Then Sharon hears your almost inaudible whisper; “Yes, Aunty Sharon, yes – I’ll be here………”