Unknown - Pony girl

Lena laughed to think that she might even find a way to get some loving here, in this ridiculous predicament of bondage that her brother had forced her into.

The dog growled and licked her again and again.

Her labia filled with the liquid of desire, and became red and taut. Underneath, in the inner cave, unseen, her clit too was excited and standing up straight. Sometimes the dog's tongue went in and brushed against her clit. It was so frustrating: she couldn't use her hands to direct his licks or open her legs wider to allow him greater entry. Her ankles strained to loosen the bonds so that she could open her legs more, and she shifted her hips a little so he might slip his tongue into her sideways and touch the good part.

The dog nosed aside the lace panty's edge and loosened her up with his dog's saliva. He had crawled on top of one of her legs now and was trying to hump her knee.

She laughed with sadness. "Buster, Buster," she crooned under the dishtowel.

She wondered if the dog would be able to actually mount her, and how she could aid him, and indicate to him to try.

Well determination always finds a way.

Buster was whining violently now, and his cock was larger. He was inching up along her leg, and licking at her breasts now, and her stomach. She slid down a bit on the floor.

He lay against her chest while she rubbed her head against his head, and his penis slid into the black slit of the panties, and the pink slit of her cunt.

The dog was growling and making all kinds of convulsive sounds. Lena let him make all the movements. Convulsively he slid his wet stick in and out of her human pussy.

She felt a small dipstick being inserted into her. It tickled the first two inches of her cunt. The bottom of her cunt was aching to be pressed and filled and made wet. But the dog couldn't help her out.

Instead, the frankfurter like member slid resolutely up and down on her clitoris and in between her labia, while the dog whined.

Oh, indeed, it did feel good, after all, Lena realized, stretching her knees on the bathroom floor.

The dog's lower half moved furiously on top of her loins and she felt the little dipstick slicking her cunthole's opening, hitting all the crucial spots with his erect dogcock.

The dog had an incredibly good time, and could carry on like this for hours. The day passed with Buster mounting Lena, after first eating her out. He would lie with his large head at her cunt and lick and lick and lick her. His tongue didn't have the muscles or intelligence to explore inside her, so when she was worked to a frenzy by his licking of the rim of her pussy, he could climb up her body until his slick dipstick was at her hole, and he would jab it into her, making her come by the simple speeding motion of his cock at her clit.

The room became filled with the smell of sex, of human pussy satisfied, and of dogcock brought to fulfillment.

The dog would disappear for a few hours too, to get some water or lie down, but he would always return to see how she was and if she wanted more. She always did.

Ret returned that night alone. He said Carol had some business to do and would return later. He didn't say what her business was, but Carol was walking the streets looking for a few bucks. She always got picked up. For 45 she really looked alright.

When Ret opened the door of the bathroom to look in on his sister, he was hit by a peculiar smell.

"It stinks in here," he said. "Couldn't even make it to the can," he muttered picking her up, untying her from around the sink and placing her in the bathtub.

Lena started to try to hit out at him with her knees and body, so he tied her to the towel rack over the tub. He only wanted to give her a shower. She kept trying to lash out at him. He pulled her tee-shirt off over her head and found himself staring at breasts like white melons. Her nipples were hard like buttons, and the brown radius around the nipples were like big cocoa stains.

Her navel was like a thumbprint in an otherwise flawless sculpture. Her belly sloped gently down into her black briefs. There was a blonde trail of downy hair leading down her belly into her briefs too.

She was holding her thighs tightly together so the two sides of the slit in panties came together and modestly covered what lay beneath.

With her hands tied together and tied over her head to the towel rack she was pretty much helpless however.

"I just wanted to give you a shower little sister," Ret licked his lips.

He turned the water on and began to strip himself.

Ret was twenty-five and burly like his father. He was more well-hung than his father, Lena noticed through the water coming down in sheets over her face. Ret's cock was big and hard. His legs were hairy. His wild hair on top of his head matched the wild bush that grew around the tower of power coming at her at crotch level.

"No! No!" she tried to scream. She could hear Buster whimpering outside the locked door.

Ret looked at the beauty before him. The water streamed down over her lovely neck, straining with fear, and down over her tits, swelling and shaking. The drops hung suspended on the tips of her boobs and then fell, onto her smooth white stomach, or into the pearly hairs clinging to her briefs, or down onto her small feet.

He tore her briefs off her to watch the water find paths through her pussy hair and down her legs.

He backed her against the wall by laying his hands on her lovely melons and by putting his groin against her belly. Her hands strained to break loose over her head.

The water was pouring down on him too, as he forced her legs apart with his knees. His cock found her pussy, and it found it big, soft and sweet. She was all loose and open to him, as if she had been making love all day. His cock just nudged the entrance to her cunt and suddenly he was all the way inside, stuffing her cave with his erect poker.

He powered his heavy cock up her cunt and felt her lovely tits all along. Her flesh was so soft and yielding, though she continued to fidget and strain, forcing him to take her out of the shower and tie her onto a chair, with her legs tied wide apart.

Now he could get at her the way he wanted to.

Her pussy lay open before him, its blond hair glinting with water. The red meat throbbed with terror before his cock which he swung in the air over her.

He lowered himself and taking her tits in his hands and squeezing them fully, he rammed his cock way up into her pussy and her tied legs could not close to resist him.

Again and again he stuffed it into her. Her flesh was so young and sweet and firm, not like Carol's old tired flesh. Lena writhed, naked, her hips and waist turning and twisting to get away from this onslaught, but still Ret's cock found its way home deep up inside of her and her flesh responded while her mind refused to. Pussy muscles gripped the pole of male flesh poking into her, and the pole pounded harder and harder while the pussy muscles gripped. He blasted his white stuff into her cockpit. He pulled his dipstick out and there was a flood of come on the chair where she sat bound. He liked to look at this sight and stepped away to observe, from the couch where he sat with his drink, his voluptuous baby sister, going on thirteen, with her legs tied apart, unwillingly revealing the charming sight of her pussymeat to him, all smeared with his come.

Carol and Ret were smiling the next morning when they came out into the living room where Ret had again tied up Lena for the night. Carol had made fifty bucks the night before, for two jobs. And Ret had contacted Lena's father. He was coming to pick her up tomorrow. He was coming to bring them the $700 tomorrow. Everything was looking up for Ret and Carol.

Lena trembled in fear all of that day. Ret and Carol hung around the house, drinking and watching TV.