Twisted Teen Tales

                       Twisted Teen Tales - Chapter 64

                 Twin Teen Teasers - Indian Style (part 31)

       The large nondescript dog had somehow clambered onto the bed and worked his way so that he was covering this new bitch, his red, wet cock halfway out of its sheath and ready to demonstrate his power over this latest member of his harem.  Sarita was surprised at the dog's attention to her, the long flat tongue forming a coating of saliva over the plump teen's face. The fifteen year-old was over her initial shock and fear, realizing that the animal meant her no harm, at least not yet. Then she felt the added weight associated with the midget as he made it a threesome.

       

       The director shouted for the dog to begin the action. The midget made a few clucks and a shrill whistling sound that sent the dog into action. The animal began backing down the length of Sarita's bound body, being very careful to avoid damaging her skin with its sharp nails. Now she was able to see the midget, who appeared to be rather non-threatening. He had a barrel chest and short but well formed arms. What impressed her even more was the thick length of cock he was exposing to her. Sarita was excited by the opportunity to have this small but powerful male with a great looking cock sticking it where it would do the most good. The pair of teachers had long since overstayed their welcome as far as she was concerned. However it also became obvious that the dog was going to be the focus of this session, not a bad second choice as far as she was concerned.

       Before the dog mounted her, she learned his name was Bitch Buster, a title that made her shudder. Soon she and the director discovered that the dog was unable to adequately penetrate her loose, sloppy twat that seemed to drool constantly from all the fucking it had already absorbed. A pillow was provided and slipped beneath her plump ass cheeks to improve Bitch Buster's angle of attack. By then his cock had begun to shrink, a portion already disappearing into its sheath.  His handler entered the scene long enough to get his star attraction hard as steel and ready to nail the plump bitch that lay beneath him. His attack was fast and furious; Sarita had not idea of the force that would be quickly applied to her dripping twat. Bitch Buster was a no-nonsense performer, wasting no time establishing a beachhead inside his new bitch's cunt. Before Sarita could synchronize her breathing to this new lover, he was off to the races.

       Sarita considered herself to be rather sophisticated, but never had she experienced anything to match his all out assault on her person. It wasn't the size of Bitch Buster's tool so much as the speed with which he used it. It seemed that every stroke delved deeper than the previous one, and it never seemed to take a rest. Sarita discovered that by making small changes in her position she could somewhat soften the attack she was enduring. Her furry lover then made a few tiny counter moves that he either was taught or learned inherently, and their positions realigned as they were when the attack began. The teen's tunnel covering was failing, unable to produce sufficient amounts of moisture to counter balance the erosion that was taking place. Now the plump, buxom teen was beginning to panic. Her growing fear  was transmitted to the audience and the director went into overdrive, bellowing instructions then changing his mind as the dog did it's thing regardless of what the director wanted or thought he needed. The midget merely smiled and watched his partner in crime give the little, plump, brown-skinned teenager his A-game, as if there was any other type he could deliver considering his position in the pecking order of things.

       Unlike its peers in the canine world, Bitch Buster had been trained to control his ejaculation somewhat. Currently he was quickly approaching his limit and so his master, the midget now addressed as Iron Mike, puckered and whistled a strange little riff. This was the signal for the dog to release his load into his bitch and pull out all in one smooth motion, leaving a trail of dog cum that extended from Sarita's cervix to the mouth of her money maker. Cameras flashed and two different camcorders captured the deed, making sure to include the somewhat exhausted look on the teen's face that quickly morphed into one of almost sorrow that all the fun had abruptly ended for her. Little did she know that this was only the first of many scenes that she would participate with her costars, Bitch Buster and Iron Mike.

       While the dog took a break, licking his cock and balls to make sure that there was no evidence of what he had just accomplished, Iron Mike took over and started putting Sarita through her paces once more. He started off by climbing up so he could straddle her chest and feed his rapidly hardening cock  into the teen's mouth. At first she resisted, but a few cuffs to the side of her head and a threat to see if he could flatten her shiny black - purplish mounds was all she needed to suddenly become a team member. The plump, Indian teenager got busy sucking his cock and licking his balls, following his moves and doing what was obvious. All went well and shortly thereafter he gingerly made his way down to her parted thighs. The amount of dog and pussy fluid was substantial and he called for a rubber, muttering that one of these days that damned animal was going to go too far and suffer his wrath.

       Sarita's eyes popped when Iron Mike's sheathed cock punched its way into her loose, worn-out twat with one powerful thrust. His short but muscular arms grabbed her swollen eggplant-replica tits for leverage. That accomplished he got busy showing this plump, sexy teen just who was boss and why. It didn't take Sarita too long to realize this man had what others lacked. Most of her other sex partners were in it for themselves, first last and always. She was expected to accommodate herself to whatever they wanted or wished, regardless if it pleased or annoyed her. This little giant was different. Yes he had a nice fat cock, and yes he knew what to do with it, but there was something extra to this coupling. Despite what she had endured so far as a porn star, his cock seemed to soothe rather than scrape her insides. The teenager was enjoying the ride he gave her, and it showed on her face. Unfortunately the director was less than enchanted by the lovebirds, especially his new teenage sex star. He called for a break in the action so he and the midget could discuss his role more thoroughly.

       While the director and Iron Mike discussed the next part of the film, the two whores decided to take matters into their own hands, in a sense. First Ms. Hotbox got her fist inside Sarita's sore, swollen cunt. That accomplished, Ms. Bothways lubed the teen's still tight asshole and began opening it up using one finger at a time. She got four fingers buried and was working on her thumb before anyone realized what was happening. The director liked what was going on, but he wanted the midget to join the ladies working on Sarita. The little costar insisted that Bitch Buster join the fun, but doing what became the issue.

       It took some doing, but they compromised. Iron Mike and Ms. Bothways would alternate stretching the teen's asshole and points south. Ms. Hotbox would see how far up the teen's cunt she could get her fist; hopefully she'd reach the promised land and be able to knock, knock, knock on Sarita's door. The dog would be given the plum job of gagging the nut-brown, teen, porn star by means of his hard cock that was already hinting that another round with his new bitch was definitely in order. It took time for the arrangement to become comfortable for all the players except perhaps the star. Ms. Hotbox's hand was totally gone and Sarita's tight twat was in the process of very slowly swallowing the whore's forearm. Iron Mike had just replaced the other bottle-blonde whore who had managed to get her fist past the tough sphincter of the teenager. He was taking his time learning this particular terrain. The dog seemed to be determined to make his new bitch swallow his cock in its entirety. The director was shouting instructions to the cast who seemed to ignore any of this directives. Sarita was in a total panic, fearing that the dog's cock would sooner or later get lodged in her throat, suffocating her.

       It seemed like chaos as the quartet did their best to ruin the plump teenager's insides. The trio rotated from one orifice to another, but Bitch Buster kept at his bitch, his red, chiseled cock almost a blur as it punched away at her mouth and on occasion made a foray into the back of her throat. Sarita's face was contorted with fear as the madness went on unabated. The midget continued to sodomize his victim and bored like an auger into that dark, fetid territory. The two whores were taking turns at fisting the teen's wet, sloppy snatch. They were now able to get parts of their forearms into that clinging tunnel. Meanwhile the dog was tiring, but still focused on dominating his bitch. Sarita had gone almost catatonic, her eyes unfocused, her facial muscles now slack. This presented a situation fraught with peril, and the worst proceeded to happen.

       The two whores were trying to simultaneously get their fists into Sarita's now flacid cunt, and making fairly decent progress. They were so focused that they lost track of what was happening to their newest porn star. The same could be said for the director who was shooting their efforts to ruin the teen's slack pussy. Iron Mike was pounding away inside the teen's asshole, and with every stroke he was going a little bit deeper. He began to think that he might get his cock completely buried in the girl's now failing lower intestine. It seemed that everyone was busy doing their own thing, and no one was watching what was happening between Sarita and the dog.

       Bitch Buster must have thought he had gone to dog heaven or wherever dogs go that have reached their goal. His stiff cock had begun to slip down the bitch's throat without any resistance. The faster and harder his cock moved, the more territory it covered. By now Sarita was so far out of it that her throat was totally relaxed and made no effort to prevent the entry of that fat cock. Bitch Buster shifted his haunches a bit to provide even more leverage, if such a concept existed in the canine's mind. The bitch was swallowing every inch of that dog's cock and it was as if her throat was lined with butter. The few quick glances of the two whores failed to indicate that the young porn star was slowly strangling. Her nut-brown skin coloring was now working against her. It was changing only slightly, too little for any quick glance to discern.

       What saved Sarita was when the dog spewed the contents of its balls down her unresisting throat. Once that was accomplished, his knot formed and he was attached to his bitch against his will. Like all dogs he made all sorts of attempts to decouple so he could get away and find a place to recover and lick his cock and balls. Sarita's closed throat would not let that happen. His frantic struggle to escape brought his situation to the attention of the midget, who had a clear shot at what was happening. He instantly realized that unless he did something quickly, the teenager would be dead before she finished her first porn. Iron Mike pulled out of the choking teenager and took matters into his powerful hands. He hated to do what had to be done, but there was no other option. He grabbed the dog's balls and squeezed. It took a few squeezes and an equal number of attempted bites on the dog's part before Mother Nature allowed the mongrel to escape the trap he had created to capture himself. At times dogs could be dumber than posts and this episode was a classic. That now accomplished, it took a couple of tries before he was able to cut the thongs that noosed the teen's bloated tits

       What followed wasn't worth telling. The director struck the set, such as it was, and the cast scattered to the wind, leaving Iron Mike, the dog and an unconscious teenager to fend for themselves. It took some time before Sarita's eyelids fluttered and she started coughing. Iron Mike proved to be some type of gentleman, since he had stayed behind to make sure nothing else happened to her. In most cases the plump, buxom teen recovered quickly, a sore throat and a pussy and asshole that felt as if they had been shaved by a dull razor were the major obvious discomforts. Her swollen, eggplant, shiny tits were another matter. For the moment they were still numb, but within a few hours she would be in agony and need to be hospitalized

       To her credit she decided her companion deserved something in return for his bravery in saving her life. So it was that Iron Mike got another shot at her asshole and he took it lock, stock and barrel. She did nothing to get in the way of progress. He had saved her life and letting him nail her asshole was a minor discomfort considering the alternative. Less than an hour later the midget dropped a wasted but wiser Sarita off at the Mallory place and disappeared from her life, in a way one of the better adults she had encountered in this strange land.

       This is not to say that Sarita changed her ways and soon was conforming at school as well as home. Once the little scamp was released from the hospital, her big tits once more delightfully rounded and bouncy,  and spent a number of weeks convalescing with the Mallorys, her juices began to flow once again. This is not to say that certain members of the hospital staff didn't assist her recovery in more intimate ways. By then she was too far behind in her school work to return to Arnold Palmer high school. However principal Nailer offered his assistance and soon Sarita was spending the majority of her time at his place being taught things that were not part of the regular curriculum. Many of her former teachers dropped by to assist her and were richly rewarded by Sarita's behavior. By the time she was fully recovered it was time to attend Camp Fukalot for the summer, which is a tale in itself.

       While Sarita was having a new set of experiences, her twin sister, Sundari, was going through some experiences herself. She was on the verge of dedicating her body and spirit to the sapphic life. Only one obstacle remained and on the very same day as her sister's venture into the shadowy world of porn, she was very close to undergoing the final rites of passage. Ms. Connover, now Honey to the teenager, picked up Sundari and drove the Indian teenager to her place without telling that Ms. Lumpken and a friend were waiting for there to assist their latest conquest. On the way to their destination her escort could not help but notice the odor coming from Sundari's body. She managed to get her passenger to admit that during her final days as a heterosexual, she had enjoyed sexual relations with a number of male partners. Ms. Connover laughed and told the teen not to be concerned over her failings. She too had enjoyed the other sex before her passage to the sapphic life.

       In truth, despite her dedication to the lesbian life, on occasion Honey Connover ventured onto the other side of the street and was richly rewarded for her efforts.  Sundari would have been horrified to realize that only a month ago Ms. Connover traveled to another city, booked a room in a seedy motel and proceeded to entertain a number of carefully selected men. After going without much sleep for three days and nights she had enjoyed sex with over a dozen men, all returning nightly or during the following days. Afterwards she moved to an upscale hotel and rested for nearly two days before returning to her former life. What she didn't know was that one of her partners had somehow managed to photograph her having sex with a number of men during her stay. He would use these pictures to blackmail the teacher, but that's a story for another time.

       Sundari was unprepared for the trio that were waiting for her in Ms. Connover's apartment. Ms. Lumpken broke the ice by suggesting they all get comfortable in their own skins and let nature take its course. Sundari had seen the other two at more than one event, and was fairly certain that she had sex with both at different times. She was the last to disrobe and so was the focus of some laughter and veiled hints that her attitude left much to be desired as a practicing lesbian. The bruises and welts covering her body were duly noticed by all the participants, and everyone offered to kiss them and make them better among some other more sophisticated suggestions. Things  happened so quickly that Sundari had no recollection of being escorted into Honey Connover's luxurious bedroom.

       The next thing she knew Sundari was on her back, a waxed pussy descending onto her face while a knowing tongue that might be attached to any of the quartet began worming its way into her still less than moist snatch. She could make out some unconnected words being transmitted from one to another of her guides, but that was all she could discern. Now a pair of lips had fastened to one of her nipples, and still another pair to an underarm. Almost against her will Sundari's nipples hardened and the tantalizng attack of her very sensitive armpit was generating moisture and a strong pungent aroma that was noted by the others. She relaxed somewhat when the soft voice of Lynne Lumpken whispered a suggestion to the teenager. Then teeth sank into her other armpit and began to worry the sensitive flesh.

       The pussy covering her face began to grind up and down, dragging the juice that dripped from it across the teen's face. The tongue moving in and out of her moistening snatch began to become more aggressive, nipping and worrying her cunt lips and the surrounding area. Sundari wasn't comfortable with what was occurring, which was surprising. Something deep inside her began to argue that what was happening was not exactly what she had been seeking. A fresh replacement now occupied her face and proved to be quite aggressive. This one seemed out to prove that the teen was less than an equal. Over and over the weight of the new mistress, if that is what she was, made every effort to dominate the plump, buxom teenager by force. Things were beginning to get out of control and Sundari started to resist, bringing some laughter from the group enjoying her flesh and what oozed from her bare body.

       Then the teen heard Ms.Lumpken's voice, and reacted badly to what she heard. Evidently Ms. Connover had revealed Sundari's little secret about her sex partners to her. The teen felt betrayed, but didn't know what to do about it. Before she could even defend her actions she was being pulled toward the large bathroom located off the bedroom. No sooner had she entered the tiled room when her eyes focused on the large, bulging enema bag hanging from the overhead curtain rod. She knew its purpose without asking. Who else but she would find herself at the other end of that red rubber bag?

                       ( To be continued - rolf palsy )