All the dogs were male and had balls, but nothing ever came close.I've been on my hands and knees before while unclothed, but the dog didn't try anyth...ng, and he sure as hell never growled at me, no way.I don't believe any of these people, they are just sick perverts, and they're full of shit. I don't even see what the fascination is, it's nasty to have a dog put his, you know, in you, or even to just lick you out, it's repulsive.I'm Lucy, I'm a Harvard graduate of law, and I work in a very. Steve chuckled, Heh heh heh. Why dont we do it at lunch? Tom was really unsure. I dont know man, we were just talking about it last night. We havent, like, made any arrangements. I dont know if she really wants to jump into it without warning. Steve wanted this to go his way, he was already straining against his work jeans, and argued, Who the hell gets warning when theyre gonna get raped? It would wreck her fantasy. Besides, if you talk to her ahead of time, then you gotta be nice to her. Tom. Without conscious effort, my hand, covered by hers, was caressing Jon's cock in unison to the thrusting action of my cock. It was weirdly, utterly erotic. I propped myself up on an elbow so that I could more comfortably reach and survey this whole new scene.Jeni had a huge grin on her face. Jon was also looking up and smiling, although his was a little glazed as the stimulation he was receiving overtook his thoughts. Jeni urged our hands to move faster and, almost by remote control, my thrusts. Geez, that’s a lot of guys. They’re all from St. Veronica’s?” “Yeah, a lot of younger guys, freshmen and sophomores.” “Listen—while I’m there, no beer. I mean it. No beer. You can have it out in the car or whatever, but not while I’m in the house. No joke.” “Oh—all right. I guess we can do that.” “Underage drinking?” asked Monica. “You have a problem with that?” “Well, it’s illegal for one thing. I’m 18. I’m a legal adult, so I can dance. But I can’t drink and neither can you.” “Okay, I’ll tell.