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“Come on, hurry up!" Martha said, wagging her tail.

“If you are so eager, we could have just fucked at my house," T.D. explained.

Martha paused before crossing the street, looking back at the boy and asking, “Eager?"

“It means you really want my big cock in your cunt. My parents aren't at home, we could already be doing it by now."

“Oh, kind of like 'impatient'," Martha nodded. “I am eager, but I've got a surprise that I think you'll like."

“Ok…"

They crossed the street together. There wasn't much traffic on a Saturday, but they still took care to look both ways before crossing. Martha knew that her house wasn't empty. Helen and Skits were waiting, and they knew all about Martha's secret relationship. She'd accidentally let the cat out of the bag, so to speak.

“Come on inside," Martha said, letting T.D. open the front door.

“Alright, but this still feels dangerous. What if your family gets back early? I wouldn't want Helen to see what we've been doing."

Martha cocked her head. “Why not?"

“She wouldn't understand. Dogs and people aren't supposed to do what we're doing," he explained.

“We aren't? Why not?" Martha asked, tail drooping.

T.D. saw her worry, and quickly said, “Don't be concerned. I still want to. But all the websites I went to talk about keeping this all a secret. Helen wouldn't get it, and she might tell on us."

“Oh, I wouldn't concern yourself about that."

“Why shouldn't I worry? Sure, she let Skits lick her once before, but sex is way different."

Martha just laughed and walked down the hallway. The house certainly seemed empty to T.D. He followed behind, surprised when Martha stopped in front of Helen's room. “You want to do it in here?"

“Open the door, and you'll see why."

T.D. shrugged and turned the knob, pushing the door in. He looked, but what he saw didn't make sense, so he looked again. Both times, he saw the same thing.

Helen was sitting on the edge of her bed, completely naked, her big, brown dog Skits with his head buried between her smooth legs. T.D. dropped his jaw.

“Helen! You were supposed to wait," Martha whined.

Gasping for breath, the young girl said, “I couldn't. I was too eager." She smiled shyly up at T.D. “Martha told me about the two of you…"

“Martha!"

The yellow mutt whimpered. “It just slipped out."

Helen laughed, “She didn't keep my secret either."

T.D. stared at the naked girl, barely able to see between her legs. He glanced up to her flat chest and pink nipples. “You really let him lick you…" he said, though he'd trusted Martha before.

“And more than that," Helen said. “But I want to see you with Martha."

T.D. blinked. “You want to watch?"

“If I'd known this was what you and Martha were sneaking off to do, I'd have joined you. We're best friends, T.D. You should have told me."

Skits was wagging his tail, eating out his young bitch, clueless about anything else around him. T.D. said, “I guess you're right. But it looks to me like you're more ready than Martha'n me."

Helen moaned, spreading her legs. “You want to watch me, first?"

“God, yes." T.D. sat in the cushy chair across from Helen.

Helen shivered. “Oh, Skits...your tongue is so huge," she whined, grabbing onto the dog's head. T.D.'s face was flushed as he watched his friend doing something he'd only imagined before. It was even hotter in real life. Helen arched her back and slid one, wet hand up her smooth chest to rub against her nipples. “Good boy!" she gasped.

T.D. had a particularly good view of Skits' rear end. He saw the brown dog's heavy, black balls jiggling beneath him, but what really intrigued the boy was the bright red he glimpsed. He'd seen pictures of dog cock before, online. Skits looked full and ready, like the big dog knew exactly what he was doing - he wasn't just eating peanut butter. Come to think of it, there didn't seem to be a jar of peanut butter in the room.

T.D. slid his hands down to his orange cargo shorts, undid the button, and lowered the zipper. “What did you mean when you said 'and more than that'?"

“Don't be impatient," Helen groaned, bucking her hips up against her dog's muzzle.

“I'm just eager," he said, lowering his tighty-whiteys to free his stiff, smooth cock.

Helen shuddered. “Alright, fine. I'm ready anyway. Down, Skits."

While the girl pushed the big dog off of her, Martha walked over to where T.D. sat, drooling as she looked at T.D.'s dick. The boy let go and spread his legs, so Martha nudged her way between them and took an eager lick.

Helen noticed. “It feels so good, doesn't it?"

T.D. groaned. “Yeah."

Helen smiled, rolling onto her stomach. For a blessed moment, T.D. could see the young girl without Skits in the way at all. She lay naked on her bed, her legs dangling off the edge. He couldn't see her chest anymore, but he finally got a good look between her legs. Her pussy looked really weird - nothing like Martha's. Instead of a puffy mound of flesh, there was just a sort of crease between her legs. Her cunt was as smooth her bottom, but was a lot wetter, thanks to Skits.

“Up, boy!" she said.

T.D.'s eyes widened. “You're really going to…"

The young, brown dog interrupted him, jumping onto Helen's back.

T.D. gasped, “But...he's huge!"

“Don't I know it!" Helen gasped, feeling his paws on either side of her ribs. Skits leaned down and gave her a big, wet lick between her shoulder blades, coating her with a thick mixture of his drool and her juices.

T.D. gripped the arms of the chair, grateful to Martha for lapping eagerly at his cock so that he could concentrate on the view before him. He could hardly believe it as Skits slid up against the young girl, tail wagging so high that the boy could see everything. Taking a deep breath, T.D. said, “His balls are twice as big as mine!"

Martha pulled away to cock her head and ask a question. “Ball? Where!?"

Helen could guess. Reaching between her legs, she slid her arm past the brown dog's throbbing cock to gently cup his dangling, black orbs. “These," she explained.

“Ohhh," Martha said, slightly disappointed that the children weren't talking about the throwing kind. “These," she said, lowering her muzzle to slurp up T.D.'s smooth scrotum.

“Nnnng!" T.D. groaned. “Be careful…"

He was so worried, he almost missed the big moment. Skits wasn't going to wait forever - he wanted Helen's pussy, so he took it. With a grunt, the large dog slammed forward, taking the girl for the second time in her life, harder than ever. His firm grip sent her slender body sliding back to meet his bony tip, spearing the girl in one, smooth motion.

“Aaaah!" Helen cried, loudly enough that if anyone else were home, they'd come running. Her tight cunt split apart around her eager dog, engulfing him.

“That's right, you little cocksleeve - take him all in," T.D. gasped, starting to dribble pre-cum for Martha's clever tongue.

Helen wasn't about to disobey, but she did ask, “What's that mean?"

He'd been doing a lot of research on the internet since he'd starting fucking around with Martha, so he knew exactly how to describe it. “It means you're nothing but a hole for Skits' dick."

“Unngh! That's so true!" Helen gasped, wiggling her smooth little butt for the big canine. “Take me, Skits!"

He needed no encouragement. The eager mutt plowed ahead, sliding his full cock inside his tight bitch until his sheath was fully retracted, hilt-deep. Watching the big dog giving it so hard to Helen really turned T.D. on. He'd only imagined it before, the male humping away at a woman like she was a bitch in rut. Now it was right before his eyes, his best friend moaning as her dog plugged her again and again.

Martha was no slouch, either. There may not be any peanut butter on T.D.'s cock, but she'd grown to love the salty taste of his foreskin and cum. She licked his tip and licked again, each time enjoying a hint of the tangy flavor that was to come. It was all too much for T.D. who shuddered and gasped, “I'm gunna cum!"

Martha opened her mouth, tongue dangling eagerly out, as T.D. grabbed his cock. Two big, heavy splurts shot out of him, landing right in Martha's mouth, and she gobbled it down. Helen managed to catch a glimpse as the boy ejaculated, and she made the connection. “So that's what it was, filling me up. Cum?"

The young girl could tell that T.D. couldn't match Skits for quantity, since he was pretty much done after two squirts. Maybe when he got older?

Gasping, T.D. managed to pant, “Straight into your baby bakery. He's trying to pump a pup into you."

Martha gulped the few ropes of cum, licking her lips for the gunk that stuck to her muzzle.

Helen suddenly froze. She remembered when her mom had been swollen through and through with her little brother. “He could get me pregnant!?"

T.D. just laughed. “Only if you're married to each other."

“Thank God," Helen gasped. “I don't know what I'd tell my parents if had puppies."

Martha was nosing around behind Helen and Skits now, and said, “T.D., you gotta see this!"

T.D. groaned, kicking off his shoes, then his cargo shorts and underwear. All he was wearing now was his blue t-shirt as he crawled over beside Martha to get an up-close and personal view between Skits' legs. He was pumping away, stretching and tugging against Helen's distended 'Peter Pocket' (an ill-fated attempt to market Polly Pocket to boys).

“How can she fit that?" T.D. gasped.

“You ain't seen nothin' yet," the yellow dog yipped.

Helen whined, “God, I can feel it now - it's growing again!"

Soon, Helen's audience could see it as well. Buried deep inside the girl, Skits was growing by the second, swelling her hairless lips wider and wider until the girl looked like she had a baseball up her cooter. Skits only growled and humped harder, driving the young girl into her bed.

Martha was salivating now, wanting nothing more than to lap up Helen's juices, but she held off so that she wouldn't block T.D.'s view. He was certainly appreciative! Martha felt him slide his left hand down her back, slipping under her tail. She whimpered as his fingers slipped into her wet cunt.

“Oh, God, it's so big!" Helen screamed, and it was only getting bigger. There was no doubt now to whom Helen belonged. She knew a few words the other kids didn't. “I don't even care anymore. Breed me, Skits! Turn my womb into a puppy-flavored cream puff!"

T.D. gasped, his dick stirring again. “Oh, wow, he's stuck! Good boy, Skits! She's your cumdumpster now - drop your load into that whore."

Helen knew her place. Gasping on the very edge, she panted, “I'm yours, Skits! Do what you want with me!"

Martha chimed in as well. “Don't hold back, Skits. Your eager little organ grinder is getting impatient."

Skits growled, grabbing Helen's short hair in his teeth as he bucked even harder, making the young girl whimper. But the moment of truth happened when T.D. reached forward and cupped the big, brown dog's balls. Skits yelped, and the heavy orbs began to pulsate in T.D.'s grasp. “Oh, God, he's cumming," the boy announced.

The dog hammered forward, holding himself deep as several loud squirts echoed off the walls, followed by another quick hump and more splurts. Helen was shuddering all over now, waggling her hips as her pet pumped her, full service. “Nnnnng!" was all she could say.

“There's so much!" T.D. marvelled, recalling his own two or three good loads. He couldn't help feel a little inadequate next to the big mutt, but it only turned him on even more. He could hear the splashing and churning as Helen's nubile womb filled up, bloating her belly a little bit. Helen slid her hands to her abdomen, shivering.

Martha exaggerated, “She's more dog-cum than girl!"

Skits barked happily, drooling on Helen's sweat-covered back. The young girl was panting and moaning, eyes rolled up in the back of her head as she came.

“That...was...awesome, Skits!" T.D. congratulated, finally letting go of the dog's balls, even though there were still squeezing out load after load into his former master.

Her pussy still bulged outward, tied tightly by the dog's fat knot. Skits gave a little snort and climbed off of Helen and the bed, turning around to lick T.D.'s face. “Haha," the boy laughed. “You're a big, breeding bastard, aren't you, boy?"

Skits barked in agreement, wagging his tail over his trembling bitch.

Helen lay on her flat chest, smiling dopily as her orgasm finally ended. But she wasn't about to let T.D. off the hook. Glancing back at the boy, she said, “Now I want to see you with Martha." Then, she grunted, taking another creamy load into her cunt.

“You have no idea how happy I'll be to show you," T.D. grinned. He tore off his shirt and sat back down on the cushy chair, and Helen made sure to turn around a bit so she could get a better view.

“Oh boy!" shouted Martha, walking in front of T.D. Her tail was up and wagging, giving Helen a perfect view of her pink, swollen pussy. Helen could swear that the dog's spade had been getting larger over the last couple days - is that what happens when you start to have sex? Thanks to T.D.'s fingering, Martha was already gushingly wet.

“Up, girl!" T.D. said, patting his lap, and the hefty dog jumped right up, pressed against his smooth, naked body. She crouched, balancing on his thighs, tail still wagging. Helen gasped, now able to see T.D.'s cock, not bad for a boy. He was firm and wet and pointed right up at Martha's fat spade. Martha had told Helen all about the sex they'd been having, but Helen didn't really believe it until now. She was really about to watch her best friend get fucked by her second-best friend.

“Oh, God, T.D.," Martha moaned, feeling the heat of his dick beneath her tail. “Stuff it in my cock-socket!"

“Are you watching, Helen?" T.D. gasped, wrapping his arms around the chubby, yellow dog. He slid a hand down to the base of her tail, pulling it aside so that Helen could see everything.

Helen moaned, “This time Martha'll bury the bone in her own backyard!"

T.D. grinned, and said, “Ready for a hot beef injection, Martha?"

The three had been training their vocabularies for this exact moment. Not to be outdone, Martha yipped, “Push your pork sword in my hot dog bun!"

The boy chuckled and said, “Open up the cellar door, my purple-headed womb-ferret is coming home!"

There was a pause, before Martha groaned. “Too far."

T.D. was blushing. “Sorry." He leaned forward, tilting his head, and kissed Martha full on the mouth. She murred and opened wide, pushing back with her own, wet tongue. T.D. slid both hands to the dog's ample rump, lifting her just a few inches before, dropping her down. Helen could only gasp as T.D.'s cock popped inside of the horny, happy canine.

“Nnnnng!" Martha gasped, before yelping like a dog, her rump trembling in T.D.'s lap.

His smooth, pink poker slipped wetly inside of her with a wet spulch! and Martha slid down until her yellow hindquarters were sitting heavily on his thighs. Helen could only see the very base of his cock now, and his tight little balls, the rest of it tickling Martha's tummy - from the inside.

“Nnnff, she's so tight!" T.D. groaned.

Martha was speechless again, bucking her hips as she calibrated the boy's joystick, tail wagging furiously. Trapped beneath the heavy dog, T.D. couldn't do nearly as much of work like the last several times, so Martha balanced her paws on his legs and started to rock up and down, riding him.

T.D. moaned appreciatively, hands tightly buried in her thick rump fur. Nothing in his young life compared to wetting his dick in his neighbor's dog, but the lack of control this time was intoxicating. He was helpless to resist Martha's whimpering humps, shivering as he tried desperately to hold on.

“T.D.," she yelped, “I'm already ready...make me your dickrag!"

“God, I love it when you talk dirty...my big, yellow, cumdumpster," T.D. moaned.

“Bust your nuts, T.D., I want every drop!" She was slamming her hips up and down now, tugging upward until just the boy's tip was inside her, before splopping down until he bruised her puppy-poacher. Helen could feel her pleasure building, even though Skits was still bulging her out, unable to tear her eyes away from Martha's stretching, clenching cunt.

T.D. bit his lip, shuddering, but still on the edge.

“I'm getting impatient," Martha gasped. “Pump your prickle juice into my jizz jar!"

Now it was T.D.'s turn to groan. “Now I know why most dogs can't talk! Besides, the only part of you worth cooking is your rump roast."

Martha grinned. “You know I'd be nothing but your cock-warmer if I could. But look on the bright side! If I didn't have a head, how could I do this?" She shoved her snout against the boy's mouth, forcing her tongue deep into an intimate kiss. Shuddering, T.D. couldn't help it anymore. Kissing back, he lost control, jabbing up into his bitch before letting loose a torrent of cum. His tight balls churned, Martha milking him of even more than his first big bang. She yelped and quivered above him, tail wagging as he splattered her insides.

She had to break the kiss after just a few seconds, tossing her head back and howling.

With no knot to seal her off, Helen watched as dribbling cum spilled down Martha's pussy and dripped on the chair between T.D.'s sweaty legs. And T.D., being a young boy, couldn't match Skits at all for time or quantity. They were done in fifteen seconds, leaving Helen horny and wanting more.

Martha was panting, rolling her hips just to hear and feel his slick juices splashing around inside her. “God, T.D., I will never get tired of that."

“Good girl," he grunted. “As long as you keep your tail raised and your legs open, I'll keep greasing your gutter."

Martha yipped and licked the side of T.D.'s face.

Helen groaned, horny and overwhelmed, when a sudden thought entered her head. Pursing her lips, the young girl glanced up at T.D. and said, “But wait, Lisa Henderson's mother never got married."

T.D.'s eyes flew open. She was right. And if Ms. Henderson was never married, where did Lisa come from? Martha whimpered, wriggling on T.D.'s cock, and said, “Does that mean…?"

Each pair of eyes in the room (except for Skits, who was falling asleep) glanced first at Martha, then at Helen, then back again.

Helen put a voice to their thoughts. “Are we pregnant?"