Isabella and Ingrid in the Dog House
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This week we are in the United States of America for a special episode of the United Kingdom of Zoo. Here we are at the iconic Harvard University. It’s a wonderfully warm summer’s day in
Boston, Massachusetts and it’s one week into the summer holiday. Its campus, normally full of students, is now a ghost town. Its usual inhabitants have gone home or have found other accommodation for the summer. However, our guests this week – Isabella, Ingrid, and Stephanie
- are Master’s students from out of state and have been allowed to remain on campus while they perform their research.
Cut to the camera, filming as we walk. The camera pans around us, taking in the college buildings, many of which have historical significance, and the empty campus.
This is Harvard Yard. And just through here is one of the smaller quads.
Cut to the camera panning around the quad. The neatly manicured grass is surrounded on all sides by the residential buildings. A short distance away are three young women sunbathing on the grass. They are all wearing shorts and t-shirts with their t-shirts knotted up in a bikini top to maximize sun exposure. Being seasoned students these three have learned a thing or two from their undergrad years. No Freshman 15 on these young ladies. They look like they’ve been hitting the gym all year. Their slim athletic figures boast toned legs and trim bellies. And they are, perhaps, the only three souls in the entire university.
Cut to one of the dorm rooms.
Like many students she has posters of bands on the walls.
“Hello. I’m Isabella Atwell. I’m 21, and I’m studying Philosophy.”
Nice to meet you, Isabella. I must say it was a pleasure to get your application. We don’t get many Americans on the show, much less three at once.
“The pleasure’s all mine.” Isabella says with a smile.
I understand you have some connection to the Isles?
Isabella speaks in voiceover while the camera does closeups of her face. “Oh, yes, my father is British. He met my mom in Japan. We moved here shortly after I was born.”
They say people of mixed heritage are often more beautiful than either of their individual ancestries. We think Isabella certainly proves that right.
Cut back to interview angle.
So how did this all come about?
Isabella smiles as she recalls the memory. “We were all rushing the same sorority. Ingrid,
Stephanie, and I.”
Cut to the quad, showing the girls sunbathing. Isabella continues speaking in voiceover.
“We had to do a scavenger hunt. You know, collect things from a list, whoever gets the most wins.”
Cut to Isabella’s room.
“The last thing on the list was a sperm sample from our house mascot – a huge Great Dane. I only had a few items and time was running out. I thought getting that sample would get me the win. I mean, who would have the balls to actually do it, right? Well, when I got there, someone was already there.”
Cut to Ingrid’s room
“Hello. I”m Ingrid Lee, I’m 21 and I’m studying Molecular Biology.”
Of the two Chinese girls she has long hair down past her shoulders, almost to mid-back. Her silken black locks are tinted a dark shade of red, a popular style among the modern youth.
Her roots show her natural colour, but they blend nicely with the tinting.
“My first time? It was at the scavenger hunt for [redacted]. I’m a driven individual and it was the last thing on my list. But when I got there I realized I didn’t know what to do. This situation wasn’t exactly covered in Sex Ed.”
So then what happened?
“While I was just standing there this girl comes in. And that’s how I met Isabella.”
Cut to Stephanie’s room
Stephanie speaks in voiceover. “I’m Stephanie Ming. I’m 21, and I’m studying Bio Chem.”
The camera pans over her room. There are posters of various anime shows on the walls. In the corner are equipment for several sports such as archery, snowboarding, and rock climbing.
Cut to interview angle of Stephanie.
“Well, I had nothing on my list and I was getting pretty desperate.”
She sweeps her hair out of her eyes. Her shoulder length hair is parted unevenly on one side and cut in a choppy style, leaving the ends of her hair looking wipsy. Her sleek black hair has been lightened to a hazel brown. It makes her look sort of like a pixie and adds some femininity to her tomboyish looks.
“I didn’t think anyone would go for it.”
But you did.
Stephanie shrugs. “When I got there, there were already two girls there. So I wasn’t the first to have that idea!” she smiles and chuckles.
Cut to Isabella’s room
“Stephanie saved us. Ingrid and I had no clue. Then she comes in and ... takes care of it.”
Cut to Stephanie’s room
“I saw a video. On the internet.”
She speaks carefully and in measured tones.
I think I’ve put plenty of those up there myself.
She laughs along and visibly relaxes.
“It was an anime porn about a shrine maiden who had to fuck the dog spirits in her temple.”
Ah, so you knew what to do from that. Do you watch that sort of thing regularly?
She grins and blushes. She doesn’t answer, but she pulls a box out from her closet. Inside is an assortment of dildos of different sizes. They are all shaped like dog penises, except for two. One is shaped like a human penis, and one is shaped like a horse cock.
So how did you get the sample?
“I rubbed his sheathe until his dick came out. Then I got him hard, put a condom on him and jacked him off.”
A condom?
“Yeah. They gave them out for free. How else was I supposed get the sample out of the room?”
My reaction must have shown I hadn’t thought that through, because she laughs in my face - along with the crew.
Cut to Isabella’s room
“And then she left.”
She left? I thought you said she saved you?
“In a manner of speaking. The dog was still hard, so we got ours the same way. She won, though, since she was first. Even though it was the only thing she got from the list”
How did you feel doing it?
“It was kinda hot.”
What did you find hot about it?
“Everything. Having it in my hand, stroking it until the dog came. The size of his load!”
Isabella’s grins when she says the last part.
“He had already cum once! He still almost filled my condom!”
Cut to Ingrid’s room
Ingrid shrugs “It was like jacking off a guy. Only the dog was bigger than any guy I’ve ever seen.”
She has a gleam in her eye when she talks about the size of the dog’s penis.
And then what happened?
“We bonded really well from that scavenger hunt. We did practically everything together. Then we started having weekend sleepovers in each other’s dorms. One night Stephanie puts on your show.”
Oh, so I’m to blame for all this?
Ingrid laughs.
“Well, that dog planted the seed.”
Ingrid lightly facepalms herself and blushes when she realizes what she’s said.
“Stephanie had season 1 downloaded and we binged it in a weekend. After that it was like we became even closer. When season 2 began Stephanie got Isabella and I dildos shaped like dog dicks! I’m pretty sure we all used them that night. I did.
Every weekend we’d meet up, watch your show, and just talk and have fun. We’ve shared things with each other that we wouldn’t tell anyone else.”
Such as?
“Our sexual fantasies.”
I think we can guess what that is. Unless you have another?
“I’m a bit of an exhibitionist.”
Cut to Stephanie’s room
“I’ve been known to walk around the house naked back home. And my backyard. I love going to nude beaches.”
She says the last part with a big smile.
Cut to Isabella’s room
“I fucked my ex in the woods plenty of times. I think I’ve gotten a taste for it.”
I’m sensing a theme here. Why don’t we have Ingrid and Stephanie join us?
The other girls’ rooms are right next to Isabella’s for the summer, so they don’t take long.
Are we actually fulfilling two fantasies for you girls today?
All three of them break out into smiles. Isabella glances discreetly out the window but the camera still catches it.
Say no more. We are happy to do it.
Cut to closeup of the girls for the signature shot.
“I’m Isabella Atwell. I’m 21, I’m from Oregon and I’m studying Philosophy.”
“I’m Ingrid Lee. I’m 21, I’m from California and I’m studying Molecular Biology.”
“I’m Stephanie Ming. I’m 21, I’m also from California and I’m studying Bio-Chem. And-”
“We want to have sex with a dog.” the girls say in unison.
Soon we are all back outside in the quad. The crew hurriedly sets up extra cameras while the girls get ready.
Ingrid and Stephanie are eagerly disrobing while Isabella looks unsure for a few seconds before pulling her t-shirt above her head. She takes her clothes off rather quickly, as if wanting the task to be done and over with; and she finishes before the other girls. Her 34B breasts don’t sag when she removes her bra but they do hang a bit low. They are topped with light brown nipples that are stiff despite the heat. Her shorts come off next, and then last, is her sleek sporty dark blue thong. She slides it off over her toned butt and it drops to the ground, revealing a fingers-width landing strip.
She ties her hair back in a short ponytail, and in the sun, we can see more signs of her mixed ancestry. Her hair looks almost black at the top of her head while the few loose strands framing her face take on a lighter hue of reddish-brown with some natural auburn.
Ingrid reaches back to unclasp her bra and reveals her nicely shaped breasts. They look about the same size as Isabella’s, except they point straight out. Her dark brown nipples and puffy areola give her breasts a soft conical shape. Her shorts barely reach her mid-thigh and already hug the curves of her body. When she takes them off we see they weren’t hiding that much. Her pert ass is flawless and is so tight you could bounce a coin off it. Her lacy
‘cheeky’ style panties come off last, revealing her completely shaven pussy. Her last step is to tie her long hair back in a ponytail.
Stephanie is the only one wearing ‘practical’ clothes. Other than her knotted t-shirt, her loose shorts don’t show off any curves at all. Her t-shirt and shorts come off quickly, revealing a white sports bra and practical white panties. These are also removed quickly.
Given her nudist tendencies she is probably more comfortable naked than clothed. Her breasts are the smallest of the three at about a 32A or 34A. They don’t sag in any way or stick out, but she is definitely not flatchested. The rest of her is toned and fit, giving her an air of an Olympic gymnast. She keeps herself trimmed with a small neat triangle on her pubic mound, and bald lips.
How do you girls feel?
“I’m looking forward to it.” Stephanie says with a wide Cheshire Cat grin.
The other girls chuckle.
“I am too.” Ingrid says. “How big is a normal dog’s cock?”
Don’t worry. We find the biggest we can for the show.
Isabella doesn’t say anything but she looks just as eager as the other girls.
Cut to just outside the quad where our regulars are patiently waiting. We’ve flown them in all the way from the UK. A couple of them have been to the US before, but today’s trip to
Harvard is a first for all of them.
Cut to close up of an Alaskan Malamute. The camera pans over the dog as his owner Steve speaks in voiceover.
“This is Max. He’s a purebred Alaskan Malamute and he’s been fucking women all his life. I think he’s been on the show four or five times now. He’s looking forward to adding an Asian girl to his harem.”
Cut to close up of a black German Shepherd. The camera pans over the dog as his owner Henry speaks in voiceover.
“This is Rebel. He’s a German Shepherd. He usually fucks my wife, but ever since inducting
Shannon we see Rebel as the ambassador to the United Kingdom of Zoo. We’re happy his services are needed.”
Cut to close up of a Great Dane. The camera pans over the dog as his owner Bernard speaks in voiceover.
“This is Dino. He’s an 8 year old Great Dane. He loves the ladies and the ladies love him.
This is the first fan he’ll meet outside of the UK.”
We have the men lead their dogs into the quad as one. For effect.
That effect does not go unnoticed. The second the dogs enter the quad all three girls have their eyes on them. So fixated are they, that not one of them notices or makes a move to conceal themselves from the eyes of the dogs’ leering owners.
Max pulls tight against his leash, jerking Steve forward. The men share a chuckle at his lustful eagerness. They each let their dogs off their leashes, letting them run to sow their wild oats. The dogs are almost beside themselves with happiness. They jump all around the girls, sniffing at each one before going on to the next.
The girls can’t contain their excitement either. They pet and stroke the dogs as if they were normal pets - patting their heads and stroking their sides. By the end of the meet and greet everyone has made their choice and paired off.
Stephanie takes an immediate liking to Rebel. She gets down on her back, and slides and shimmies her way underneath him so all of his legs are to either side of her body. She stops when her face is under his dangling cock. No one’s ever seen a girl do this before. The men and the crew look on. Stephanie rubs Rebel’s sheathe expertly and soon she is sliding her hand over his large, deep red cock. She strokes him faster now that he is at his full length.
Her hand is almost a blur under his belly. Rebel just stands there and pants happily until, suddenly, he cums.
Squirts of watery dog cum shoot out of his dick and spray over Stephanie’s face. It seems she has a bukkake fetish she forgot to mention. The girl has her eyes closed while Rebel coats her with his cum from her chin to her forehead. When Rebel is done Stephanie wipes her eyes clear, and then rubs her pussy with the same hand until she cums.
I guess all those hours watching porn have paid off.
Isabella looked like she was drawn to the Malamute, Max, from the start. Now she is stroking his belly and only stops when she gets to his sheathe. She smiles and grips it lightly, feeling his cock inside his fleshy pocket. She strokes a little faster, focusing on making him grow big and large. His pink lipstick tip pokes out of his white fur, and soon she has his entire large, veiny, pink cock in her hand.
She strokes slower now, and closer to the base to expose his knot.
She stares at it, transfixed. “I want to suck it.”
“Go on, then.” Steve enthusiastically encourages her. “Max loves getting his dick sucked.”
Isabella gets down on her elbows and crawls underneath the dog. She tries to find an angle that will work, but can’t seem to get it.
“A little help?” she asks, after crawling back out.
A quick command from Steve, and Max rolls onto his back with his cock sticking out like a shiny, angled monument among a field of white cotton. Isabella smiles and leans over the dog’s hindquarters. She brings her face close to his shaft and licks it tentatively. She runs her tongue around her mouth, tasting the slime from his shaft. It seems to agree with her because she puts her lips around the tip of his dick and sucks him into her mouth, all the way to the knot.
The camera zooms in close to Isabella’s face as she blows the dog. Then it zooms out just in time to catch her reaching a hand between her legs to play with her pussy. A second camera joins and we get a split screen. On the left is Isabella’s face. She has a look of pleasure and moans a little every so often. On the right is Isabella’s pussy with her fingers rubbing her clit in small quick circles.
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Finally, her luck ran out when Adam and Sheryl suggested they all take a walk down to the beach to stretch after their long flight. "I'd rather just rest in my room first," Isabella suggested. "Don’t be ridiculous, you were snoring the whole way here," Sheryl scoffs at her excuse. "Come on, we'll buy you a bikini that will make your brothers have to fight off all the boys around." She dragged Isabella into a shore side shop. "They seem to get along well," Adam laughed. "Don’t be...
'Why don't you start with getting the two of us coffee.' Seth softly suggested. The woman nodded and as she made her way to the kitchen, he took his time to admire the young woman's ass. She was again, dressed very professional, with a white blouse and a black skirt that reached her knees. Her hair was back in a knot and she was wearing black heels. Her father was clearly beaming with pride. If he only knew what Seth had in store for her, he would not be so happy. Still, chances were he...
Our producers had determined to stage Measure for Measure by William Shakespeare, one of the strangest of all his plays. The wild boy Claudio is sentenced to death for having sex by the uptight bureaucrat Angelo. Hypocritical and corrupt, Angelo offers to let Claudio go free, if he, Angelo, can have sex with Isabella, Claudio’s sister. Isabella, of course, intends to become a nun and not just any nun but an uber-chaste nun. Presented with the lascivious bargain as a way to save her unjustly...
Note : This story is completely fictional! My mom was a single mother trying to raise four kids on her own. At times I thought she didn’t understand my siblings and I. I always thought she was just bitter. But as I got older I never realized how much she sacrificed for us or how much of my childhood memories I forgot when I turned eighteen and walked away. It was late December and I was flipping through a scrapbook with my daughter, Isabella. She was about sixteen and she had accidentally hit...
Incest"Oh, you're home late, Isabella." Her mother was standing in the small kitchen next to the entrance. There was a boiling pot on the stove and the smell of food cooking. "Dad called, so I stopped and talked to him for a bit," Isabella explained. "Isn't that sweet of him," her mom was completely understanding. "Hey kid," Stuart's gruff voice emanated from the couch in the living room, which made up the majority of the apartment space. Isabella made a face at her mom, silently...
Die Hochzeit von Kaiser Friedrich II. und Isabella von BrienneDiese Geschichte ist nicht frei erfunden, sondern erzählt eine historisch gelegte Begebenheit! Die erwähnten Personen haben tatsächlich gelebt (siehe die Anmerkungen am Ende).Die Hochzeit und die Ereignisse in der Hochzeitsnacht haben wirklich stattgefunden. I. Die Verlobung Palermo, 1223Friedrich II. mit seinem Falken. Aus seinem Buch De arte venandi cum avibus („Über die Kunst mit Vögeln zu jagen“), Süditalien zwischen 1258 und...
Isabella is stuck in the middle of a shootout with police in midtown new york where she is saved by officer Taylor, tension arises between them. what will happen?, will they surrender to each others lust, Isabella finds herself down a road of sordid fantasies but will she get her man? Shots fired, shots fired, officer involved, two suspects, one suspect leaving the scene heading East toward the Queensboro bridge, the other suspect may still be in the area, consider them armed and dangerous....
Femalehe kissed her neck and she could feel his erect manhood press against her belly, she could feel herself swelling. Her finger moved faster making her moan louder, she pushed her fingers inside and softly called his name. Shots fired, shots fired, officer involved, two suspects, one suspect leaving the scene heading East toward the Queensboro bridge, the other suspect may still be in the area, consider them armed and dangerous. Officer Taylor screamed at his police radio. ‘Officer Ramirez...
FemaleRick arrived back at his abode earlier than expected. It had been a hectic day with the new agenda for the ‘adult education studies’ that he had been involved with for a couple of years, now with the new semester coming up he knew he wouldn’t be able to pick up Isabella again. ‘She was getting to be a bit of a nuisance’, he muttered as he checked the names on his enrolment form. ‘I don’t want to cross her off but I know she doesn’t have transport and in the early days picking her up was icing...
The London flat lay almost empty, containing just: stacks of books and papers in one corner, a violin case, a dresser with a suitcase on top of it stuffed with ratty clothing, a small kitchen, and a computer lying half hazardly on the floor, a statue of the Laughing Buddha on the counter in the kitchen with empty liquor bottles around it. The walls were lavishly decorated by skilled painting hands, and reds, purples and browns leapt out brilliantly, and in the centre of the room, a bed. Pillows...
"Come on, Andy. Take that big cock of yours and fuck your sister's throat. Shove it all the way in. Make me gag and choke on it. Don't you want to see your slut sister struggling to breathe as you take what you want from her?" With her hands still bound she had to use her teeth to pull his fly down. Just listening to her obscene words had brought his cock from slightly bulging to raging hard-on. The moment his cock was free of his pants, Andy grabbed Isabella's head and shoved it into...
When I told Claire the news, she yelled. “How could you?” I heard myself yell back, “It was you!” I blinked with disbelief. “What sort of sick human being are you?” A swirl of memories coalesced in my head. Andrew had been dating Claire! “There was nothing indelicate about our relationship.” “He’s seventeen. You’re twenty eight! How can you even feel love for a child that young?” “That’s none of your business.” “He’s my son, Claire. Now I’m twice glad my mother is taking care of...
Now that Mother had officially called me, I expected her to hang up, and I never would speak with her again. “I don’t want to lose you, Mother.” I pleaded. My well exercised tear ducts ratcheted up to full gear. “I’m suppose to talk it out with you.” She huffed. “Talk.” “It’s all my fault.” “I doubt that. You and Andrew don’t have that dynamic.” Mother knew because my son’s dynamic took after hers. “Yes, he was complicit.” I backpedaled. “But I never should have involved...
After dark the family took a stroll along beach and gazed at the stars. It was not until after midnight that they finally returned to the hotel. Isabella went to her room while Alex went his shared room. They both shared a silent glance, promising to meet once Andy had fallen asleep. Isabella was fast asleep in her room when Alex entered, having found the door left slightly ajar for him. He crept over to her bed and gazed down at her motionless form. She was wearing panties and a shirt that...
Ingrid's lips moved up and down on My shaft with such fragile want that it was amazing to watch. Her right hand was underneath her pussy with her right forefinger deep inside. The sound of her juices flowing matched the slurping suckles her mouth made on My Dick. I knew she was sucking Me off so she could feed but there was something more about this act of devotion, it was her way of getting off like she had grown up getting off. Ingrid stayed a virgin until she was married because she had...
Demi lay between her friend’s legs. Her face was wet with pussy juice and she was smiling so much her cheeks hurt. Finally. At last. Unbelievably. She had her first taste of pussy, and it was all she had ever dreamed of and more. She couldn’t believe she was doing it with the cutest, most perfect little lipstick lesbian ever! Isabella was her girl-friend from work, here on a work visa as an IT engineer. Isabella had the most beautiful dark skin, lush deep brown hair, tiny hips, tiny boobs and...
First TimeHi, To all Iss reader this is my first story hope U all would like it a complete fiction.my self raj i live in Mumbai this story is about my aunty nandita,let me describe her she is in her 30s,lives with her husband and daughter.She is born beauty with an awesome fig of 36.28.40 ..her assets are her huge melons of 36 d and her ass that will give a hard on to any guy who looks at it So now my story starts this was like 5 years ago when I was appearing for my 12 th HSC examination at that time my...
In which both Isabella’s life and the Della Virago change course. * Isabella snuggled into her cot and opened the parcel containing Beatrice’s book. It was a quarto volume, about an inch and half thick and bound in fine soft brown leather. It was clearly newly printed, the edges of the pages were as yet uncut. The gold embossing of the cover simply read ‘Lost Knowledge’ with the letters B.S.D.K. in a smaller typeface underneath, presumably the author’s initials. Isabella carefully opened the...
I had a fabulous day at work. Books flew through the system, delighting patron and Claire alike. Afterwards, Garrick and I made love before our son returned from school, and cuddled that night. I enjoy my man’s embrace as much as I enjoy getting off with him. I rose early and made breakfast. Andrew surprised me. He revealed the collar and aimed it at my throat. “Mom, you cut it - you pay for it.” The cut I’d made was sharp. It scratched my neck while he showed me how to buy a replacement...
Near dusk, Mother found us wiping picture frames and polishing furniture. She studied our work in minute detail. “What’s left on the checklist?” “I think we got it all, Ruth.” Words I never would have spoken to her. She had pinned the list to the refrigerator, with a magnet. Studying it, she coughed. “Did you sand the crossbeams?” “I don’t remember that on the list.” Andrew cocked his head. Mother looked at me. “You didn’t tell him?” “I was washing the rugs out back.” “Excuses!” She...
My name is Justin, and what I am about to tell you is completely true. I know you don't believe me--and you definitely won't after you read my story--but I'm not lying here. About me--I'm a rising sophomore at Cornell, an Ivy League school in NY state. I'm very attractive, and people often tell me I should try my hand at being a model. Someday I might follow their advice. I have the physique of a jock. I was on Varsity track in high school, and I go to the gym often in college. I'm about six...
GayShaking a little, Stephanie waited on the doorstep of David's home, a detached four bedroomed house in quite a good neighbourhood. Barbara gave her a lift so she didn't have to get a taxi or trundle her case along the road. "Good luck Steph," she called back when they parted, "Go with the flow. He's not a bad man really. You've seen him at his worst for the last few days." Compared to her own one bedroomed flat, this was a palace but in fact in was just a good middleclass dwelling....
Someone knocked on his door and Seth looked through the window. One of his employees, a middle aged Cuban man named Juan stood in front of the door, waiting to be allowed in. Seth never liked the man. He smelled like cigarettes, and had an irritating cough. 'Come in.' Seth spoke, wondering was this man was bothering him with. The man opened the door and started groveling. 'Sir I am sorry to disturb you while you are very busy but I noticed that you have yet to find a new secretary.' That...
PRINCESS ISABELLA[/b} is my LOVE, who will one day join me in old Amsterdam.Her Beautiness has many pretty names. As KITTYKTEUK she wasn't even 18 when we made love first time. She won my heart in an unexpedtedly fast fashion back then. I ate her pretty pussy. She came in my mouth. Immetitely pissed all over my face. Too much to swallow. It dripped down my chin all along my body. Great guts that gal. Smart ass, smart head. Made my head hot. So sweet and sexy, young and yummy. After that hot and...
Fucking sister In Her sleep Introduction: A Young Man Fucks His Little sister In Her sleep, Or So He Thinks... Jason sighed as he turned his computer off. It had been a long day, and his paper for Sociology class was not coming along as planned. He was just about to lay down when he decided that he wanted something to drink. After all, he had been working for hours without end. So he quickly left his room and headed down stairs. When he got to the living room, which he had to cut through to...