Since coming to the Villa overlooking the river Rhein, Irina joined her two friends, Brinna and Cele, who, like her, had long flowing blonde hair, a wonderful marble complexion, and adorable girlish Nordic features which would turn them into models someday after their training as pain-whores and cum-sluts. Their adopted mother, Kellee, supervised their training and enjoyed their young, childish bodies, milking the last ounce of pleasure for herself from their womanly cavities—their cunts, asses and mouths. And there were always the lazy, handsome dogs nearby, licking their balls, sleeping, or being sexed. One of the children was always after their dicks, pulling on it, or licking it—then they (the dogs) would spurt animal seed into their eager seven-year-old mouths, fingering their cunts as they got it good and hot, moaning and grunting squealing like pigs as they guzzled up the squirts of doggie-jizz or let it splash over their golden cheeks. It was fun to be rich, fun to have maids, fun to have orgasms when you shouldn’t even know what they are—let alone made to think about dog dick 24/7 by a nympho mom who was always being fucked by a dog right in front of you as you chewed a watercress sandwich on the couch.
Kellee’s thighs would quiver and her head would toss side-to-side and she would scream,
“Oh my mother-fucking cock-sucking pussy! Mother fucking Mary! My cunt is creaming on a fucking whore-dog’s balls! I can feel his jizz spurting!!”
Cele would quickly lie down on her back, between mom and the dog’s back legs, and when the animal finished having his way with our mom he would slowly slide his pink and scarlet member out of her. Suddenly, animal semen would gush out, soaking little Cele’s face and chest, then our mother would go wild and get up and lap like a fuckin’ animal to eat the dog cum. She would lick and lick it ravenouslyoff Cele’s face and boobs, we all would…we’d lick that motherfucking dog’s balls, too—as good lesbians—and suck on them, as he tried to twist away, even. We’d hold him down if necessary to suck on his huge genitals. We were mating with a beast…and this went on all night. Even our assholes were sore—and we were only seven years old. It was fun.
Once, there was a ruckus in little Brinna’s room. Loud voices, then two clicking sounds, then shrieks of childish pain. Mom was clipping two clothespins to Brin’s small pink nipples while she screamed from the pain and desperately tried to get away.
“Hold still you fucking slut!, you cock-sucker” cried mother.
Her face was flushed and her eyes were distant as if she were on a drug or something. It was 2 a.m. and everyone had been asleep. Mom ripped off Brinna’s tiny panties to prepare her for sex and dragged her down to the kitchen area, stumbling, by the hair. One of the dogs was standing there, his lead roped to a sturdy wooden table leg so he wouldn’t be able to move .
Brinn was sobbing from the pain of the clothespins, which a constant, numbing glow of suffering. Our mother leaned her back against a sofa, took a powerful vibrator (the low hum filled the air as we all watched from the landing, enjoying and even envying Brinna’s torture). Momma gave the child the bulbous head of the vibrator right on her clit, then teased out the folds of her pink pussy lips pulling on them until they hung out obscenely for a little girl, dripping womanly-juice—then mom flicked the clothespins with her fingertips to make them bite. Brinn began to scream uncontrollably and finally Mom directed,
“Good, good, now cum on my face, piss for me, Brin!!
And Brinna pissed a huge spray of yellow girl-pee, sobbing at her humiliation as a sex slave, as Mom guzzled it all down. Brinna pissed all over her own Mom’s face.
Mom didn’t pause in the action. She dragged her daugther to the dog and made her squat on her heels at the animal’s rear.
“Suck the dog’s balls! I want both of his tesitcles in your mouth! Jam them the fuck in, you whore!”
Frightened, Brinna took her fingers and stuffed the balls into her small mouth and began doing as she was told. Sucking, licking, enjoying the animal. Mom fed her finger up Brinna’s ’s tiny tight asshole and pumped it very lovingly in and out.
Since coming to the Villa overlooking the river Rhein, Irina joined her two friends, Brinna and Cele, who, like her, had long flowing blonde hair, a wonderful marble complexion, and adorable girlish Nordic features which would turn them into models someday after their training as pain-whores and cum-sluts. Their adopted mother, Kellee, supervised their training and enjoyed their young, childish bodies, milking the last ounce of pleasure for herself from their womanly cavities—their cunts, asses and mouths. And there were always the lazy, handsome dogs nearby, licking their balls, sleeping, or being sexed. One of the children was always after their dicks, pulling on it, or licking it—then they (the dogs) would spurt animal seed into their eager seven-year-old mouths, fingering their cunts as they got it good and hot, moaning and grunting squealing like pigs as they guzzled up the squirts of doggie-jizz or let it splash over their golden cheeks. It was fun to be rich, fun to have maids, fun to have orgasms when you shouldn’t even know what they are—let alone made to think about dog dick 24/7 by a nympho mom who was always being fucked by a dog right in front of you as you chewed a watercress sandwich on the couch.
Kellee’s thighs would quiver and her head would toss side-to-side and she would scream,
“Oh my mother-fucking cock-sucking pussy! Mother fucking Mary! My cunt is creaming on a fucking whore-dog’s balls! I can feel his jizz spurting!!”
Cele would quickly lie down on her back, between mom and the dog’s back legs, and when the animal finished having his way with our mom he would slowly slide his pink and scarlet member out of her. Suddenly, animal semen would gush out, soaking little Cele’s face and chest, then our mother would go wild and get up and lap like a fuckin’ animal to eat the dog cum. She would lick and lick it ravenouslyoff Cele’s face and boobs, we all would…we’d lick that motherfucking dog’s balls, too—as good lesbians—and suck on them, as he tried to twist away, even. We’d hold him down if necessary to suck on his huge genitals. We were mating with a beast…and this went on all night. Even our assholes were sore—and we were only seven years old. It was fun.
Once, there was a ruckus in little Brinna’s room. Loud voices, then two clicking sounds, then shrieks of childish pain. Mom was clipping two clothespins to Brin’s small pink nipples while she screamed from the pain and desperately tried to get away.
“Hold still you fucking slut!, you cock-sucker” cried mother.
Her face was flushed and her eyes were distant as if she were on a drug or something. It was 2 a.m. and everyone had been asleep. Mom ripped off Brinna’s tiny panties to prepare her for sex and dragged her down to the kitchen area, stumbling, by the hair. One of the dogs was standing there, his lead roped to a sturdy wooden table leg so he wouldn’t be able to move.
Brinn was sobbing from the pain of the clothespins, which a constant, numbing glow of suffering. Our mother leaned her back against a sofa, took a powerful vibrator (the low hum filled the air as we all watched from the landing, enjoying and even envying Brinna’s torture). Momma gave the child the bulbous head of the vibrator right on her clit, then teased out the folds of her pink pussy lips pulling on them until they hung out obscenely for a little girl, dripping womanly-juice—then mom flicked the clothespins with her fingertips to make them bite. Brinn began to scream uncontrollably and finally Mom directed,
“Good, good, now cum on my face, piss for me, Brin!!
And Brinna pissed a huge spray of yellow girl-pee, sobbing at her humiliation as a sex slave, as Mom guzzled it all down. Brinna pissed all over her own Mom’s face.
Mom didn’t pause in the action. She dragged her daugther to the dog and made her squat on her heels at the animal’s rear.
“Suck the dog’s balls! I want both of his tesitcles in your mouth! Jam them the fuck in, you whore!”
Frightened, Brinna took her fingers and stuffed the balls into her small mouth and began doing as she was told. Sucking, licking, enjoying the animal. Mom fed her finger up Brinna’s ’s tiny tight asshole and pumped it very lovingly in and out.
“That’s it, Brinna, that’s it, good girl…suck the doggie’s hot balls for Jesus,” she murmured. “He gets off on that shit.”
Since coming to the Villa overlooking the river Rhein, Irina joined her two friends, Brinna and Cele, who, like her, had long flowing blonde hair, a wonderful marble complexion, and adorable girlish Nordic features which would turn them into models someday after their training as pain-whores and cum-sluts. Their adopted mother, Kellee, supervised their training and enjoyed their young, childish bodies, milking the last ounce of pleasure for herself from their womanly cavities—their cunts, asses and mouths. And there were always the lazy, handsome dogs nearby, licking their balls, sleeping, or being sexed. One of the children was always after their dicks, pulling on it, or licking it—then they (the dogs) would spurt animal seed into their eager seven-year-old mouths, fingering their cunts as they got it good and hot, moaning and grunting squealing like pigs as they guzzled up the squirts of doggie-jizz or let it splash over their golden cheeks. It was fun to be rich, fun to have maids, fun to have orgasms when you shouldn’t even know what they are—let alone made to think about dog dick 24/7 by a nympho mom who was always being fucked by a dog right in front of you as you chewed a watercress sandwich on the couch.
Kellee’s thighs would quiver and her head would toss side-to-side and she would scream,
“Oh my mother-fucking cock-sucking pussy! Mother fucking Mary! My cunt is creaming on a fucking whore-dog’s balls! I can feel his jizz spurting!!”
Cele would quickly lie down on her back, between mom and the dog’s back legs, and when the animal finished having his way with our mom he would slowly slide his pink and scarlet member out of her. Suddenly, animal semen would gush out, soaking little Cele’s face and chest, then our mother would go wild and get up and lap like a fuckin’ animal to eat the dog cum. She would lick and lick it ravenouslyoff Cele’s face and boobs, we all would…we’d lick that motherfucking dog’s balls, too—as good lesbians—and suck on them, as he tried to twist away, even. We’d hold him down if necessary to suck on his huge genitals. We were mating with a beast…and this went on all night. Even our assholes were sore—and we were only seven years old. It was fun.
Once, there was a ruckus in little Brinna’s room. Loud voices, then two clicking sounds, then shrieks of childish pain. Mom was clipping two clothespins to Brin’s small pink nipples while she screamed from the pain and desperately tried to get away.
“Hold still you fucking slut!, you cock-sucker” cried mother.
Her face was flushed and her eyes were distant as if she were on a drug or something. It was 2 a.m. and everyone had been asleep. Mom ripped off Brinna’s tiny panties to prepare her for sex and dragged her down to the kitchen area, stumbling, by the hair. One of the dogs was standing there, his lead roped to a sturdy wooden table leg so he wouldn’t be able to move.
Brinn was sobbing from the pain of the clothespins, which a constant, numbing glow of suffering. Our mother leaned her back against a sofa, took a powerful vibrator (the low hum filled the air as we all watched from the landing, enjoying and even envying Brinna’s torture). Momma gave the child the bulbous head of the vibrator right on her clit, then teased out the folds of her pink pussy lips pulling on them until they hung out obscenely for a little girl, dripping womanly-juice—then mom flicked the clothespins with her fingertips to make them bite. Brinn began to scream uncontrollably and finally Mom directed,
“Good, good, now cum on my face, piss for me, Brin!!
And Brinna pissed a huge spray of yellow girl-pee, sobbing at her humiliation as a sex slave, as Mom guzzled it all down. Brinna pissed all over her own Mom’s face.
Mom didn’t pause in the action. She dragged her daugther to the dog and made her squat on her heels at the animal’s rear.
“Suck the dog’s balls! I want both of his tesitcles in your mouth! Jam them the fuck in, you whore!”
Frightened, Brinna took her fingers and stuffed the balls into her small mouth and began doing as she was told. Sucking, licking, enjoying the animal. Mom fed her finger up Brinna’s ’s tiny tight asshole and pumped it very lovingly in and out.
Since coming to the Villa overlooking the river Rhein, Irina joined her two friends, Brinna and Cele, who, like her, had long flowing blonde hair, a wonderful marble complexion, and adorable girlish Nordic features which would turn them into models someday after their training as pain-whores and cum-sluts. Their adopted mother, Kellee, supervised their training and enjoyed their young, childish bodies, milking the last ounce of pleasure for herself from their womanly cavities—their cunts, asses and mouths. And there were always the lazy, handsome dogs nearby, licking their balls, sleeping, or being sexed. One of the children was always after their dicks, pulling on it, or licking it—then they (the dogs) would spurt animal seed into their eager seven-year-old mouths, fingering their cunts as they got it good and hot, moaning and grunting squealing like pigs as they guzzled up the squirts of doggie-jizz or let it splash over their golden cheeks. It was fun to be rich, fun to have maids, fun to have orgasms when you shouldn’t even know what they are—let alone made to think about dog dick 24/7 by a nympho mom who was always being fucked by a dog right in front of you as you chewed a watercress sandwich on the couch.
Kellee’s thighs would quiver and her head would toss side-to-side and she would scream,
“Oh my mother-fucking cock-sucking pussy! Mother fucking Mary! My cunt is creaming on a fucking whore-dog’s balls! I can feel his jizz spurting!!”
Cele would quickly lie down on her back, between mom and the dog’s back legs, and when the animal finished having his way with our mom he would slowly slide his pink and scarlet member out of her. Suddenly, animal semen would gush out, soaking little Cele’s face and chest, then our mother would go wild and get up and lap like a fuckin’ animal to eat the dog cum. She would lick and lick it ravenouslyoff Cele’s face and boobs, we all would…we’d lick that motherfucking dog’s balls, too—as good lesbians—and suck on them, as he tried to twist away, even. We’d hold him down if necessary to suck on his huge genitals. We were mating with a beast…and this went on all night. Even our assholes were sore—and we were only seven years old. It was fun.
Once, there was a ruckus in little Brinna’s room. Loud voices, then two clicking sounds, then shrieks of childish pain. Mom was clipping two clothespins to Brin’s small pink nipples while she screamed from the pain and desperately tried to get away.
“Hold still you fucking slut!, you cock-sucker” cried mother.
Her face was flushed and her eyes were distant as if she were on a drug or something. It was 2 a.m. and everyone had been asleep. Mom ripped off Brinna’s tiny panties to prepare her for sex and dragged her down to the kitchen area, stumbling, by the hair. One of the dogs was standing there, his lead roped to a sturdy wooden table leg so he wouldn’t be able to move.
Brinn was sobbing from the pain of the clothespins, which a constant, numbing glow of suffering. Our mother leaned her back against a sofa, took a powerful vibrator (the low hum filled the air as we all watched from the landing, enjoying and even envying Brinna’s torture). Momma gave the child the bulbous head of the vibrator right on her clit, then teased out the folds of her pink pussy lips pulling on them until they hung out obscenely for a little girl, dripping womanly-juice—then mom flicked the clothespins with her fingertips to make them bite. Brinn began to scream uncontrollably and finally Mom directed,
“Good, good, now cum on my face, piss for me, Brin!!
And Brinna pissed a huge spray of yellow girl-pee, sobbing at her humiliation as a sex slave, as Mom guzzled it all down. Brinna pissed all over her own Mom’s face.
Mom didn’t pause in the action. She dragged her daugther to the dog and made her squat on her heels at the animal’s rear.
“Suck the dog’s balls! I want both of his tesitcles in your mouth! Jam them the fuck in, you whore!”
Frightened, Brinna took her fingers and stuffed the balls into her small mouth and began doing as she was told. Sucking, licking, enjoying the animal. Mom fed her finger up Brinna’s ’s tiny tight asshole and pumped it very lovingly in and out.
“That’s it, Brinna, that’s it, good girl…suck the doggie’s hot balls for Jesus,” she murmured. “He gets off on that shit.”
“That’s it, Brinna, that’s it, good girl…suck the doggie’s hot balls for Jesus,” she murmured. “He gets off on that shit.”
“That’s it, Brinna, that’s it, good girl…suck the doggie’s hot balls for Jesus,” she murmured. “He gets off on that shit.”