Sarah and Goliath (and Zoe)

Sarah (14yo) and her friend Zoe (14yo) play with their dogs in the woods...(This is part 3 of the story)

Sarah's head had been in bits all week—she'd gone from being a virgin to fucking the dog and her dad in the span of one afternoon. The shame burned worse than her sore bumhole, and she spent days avoiding both Goliath and her father, skipping meals to hide in her room. But late one night, curled under her sheets, fingertips drifting between her thighs, she realized something: she wasn't disgusted with herself—just scared what other people would think. And that was their problem, wasn't it? Not that she was planning on letting anyone find out. She suddenly felt like a weight had been lifted off her shoulders, and she drifted off to sleep with a lightness she hadn't felt in ages.

The next morning was Saturday, and the sound of her mother’s voice dragged Sarah from a sleep thick with half-remembered dreams—warm hands, rough whispers, the stretch of something more than fingers inside her.

"I'm taking James into Leeds," Claire said, poking her head around the door without fully entering, her car keys already jingling in her hand. "I’ll be back in a couple of hours. And your dad’s already left for work." She hesitated—just for a second—before adding, "Can you walk Goli?"

"M'kay," Sarah mumbled into her pillow, still groggy—but the moment her mother's footsteps faded down the hall, she rolled over a naughty thought already forming. She hadn’t touched the dog since— not since that day. She’d dreamed about him though—about the rough press of his tongue on her clit—and woke up slick between her thighs.

The house was silent when she finally left her room—just the ticking of the grandfather clock in the hall—and Goliath's ears pricked up the second she stepped into the kitchen. He whined softly, tail thumping against the floorboards, his dark eyes tracking her every movement. Sarah’s stomach twisted with excitement—as she knelt beside him and scratched behind his ears. "Missed me?" she whispered, her voice too high.

Goliath nosed at her bare thighs, his wet snout pressing against the hem of her denim skirt—the one she’d worn on purpose, the one that barely covered her bum when she bent over. She’d also left her knickers in the draw—so they wouldn’t get in the way.

"Not yet, boy," Sarah murmured, glancing toward the front window—empty driveway, no cars coming. Her pulse thrummed under her skin as she unhooked Goliath’s lead from the wall, his tail whipping against her legs in eager anticipation. "Walkies first."

The woods behind their house were dense with summer growth, sunlight filtering through the leaves in broken patches as Sarah led Goliath down the familiar dirt path.

It was always quite—the only other house around was her friend Zoe's, tucked away behind a thicket of birch trees half a mile down the trail. Sarah hadn’t intended to do anything with Goliath out in the open, but maybe not wearing her knickers for the walk had been a mistake.

As Goliath was very interested. His wet nose kept nudging the hem of her skirt as they walked, his hot breath puffing against the back of her bare thighs with every step. She could already feel the dampness between her legs, her pulse quickening with each brush of his snout against skin that had no business tingling like this.

At the fork in the path—left toward Zoe’s, right toward the old creek—Sarah hesitated. Then, biting her lip, she tugged Goliath right. Toward the creek. Toward privacy.

Her trainers slapped against damp earth as the trail narrowed, ferns brushing her bare calves. She glanced over her shoulder—just once—before stepping off the path and leaning back against a gnarled oak. Goliath whined, pressing forward eagerly, his nose pushing up under her skirt before she could change her mind.

Sarah gasped as his hot tongue found her folds immediately—like he'd been waiting for this, like he remembered exactly how she tasted.

The rough pad of his tongue dragged through her slickness in one long, wet stripe, lapping up her arousal with eager swipes. Sarah’s fingers tangled in his fur, her thighs trembling as she arched into the sensation. "Fuck—" The curse slipped out before she could stop it, her head falling back against the rough bark.

Goliath didn’t hesitate—his tongue plunged deeper, curling inside her, fucking her in quick, relentless strokes. Sarah’s knees buckled; her skirt rode up around her waist as she braced herself against the tree, her free hand clapping over her mouth to stifle a moan. The wet sounds were loud and obscene—but she couldn’t bring herself to care, not when his tongue found her clit and lapped atit with rough, perfect pressure.

"Sazzle?" Sarah froze mid-gasp, her fingers tightening in Goliath's fur as the familiar voice cut through the wet, rhythmic sounds of his tongue working between her thighs.

Heart hammering, she shoved the pitbull away with trembling hands—and yanked down her skirt—just as Zoe rounded the bend in the trail with her excitable labrador Buster straining at the leash. The distance between them and the gnarled oak's bulk had hidden them—mostly. Sarah was pretty certain Zoe hadn't seen anything—but then her friend stopped dead, staring at Goliath's muzzle.

"Hello Goli, you slobbery brute," Zoe said with her usual playful grin, crouching to scratch behind the pitbull's ears—her blue eyes flickering between the wet glistening on Goliath's muzzle, and back up to Sarah's flushed face.

Sarah swallowed hard, her fingers twisting the hem of her skirt—still damp where Goliath's tongue had dragged against the fabric. "You should've called me," Zoe continued breezily, straightening up with a shrug. "We could've walked them together. But—" Her lips curled into a smile as she gestured vaguely at the air between them, Buster whining impatiently at her feet. "We're all here now."

Zoe was dressed almost identically to Sarah—similar denim skirt riding high on her thighs, and a loose tee knotted at her waist—except for the bright yellow wellies clomping against the dirt.

"Shall we go to the river?" Zoe's fingers dipped into her skirt pocket, pulling out a crumpled joint pinched between her fingers like a shared secret. The paper was slightly torn at one end. "I got something very naughty off my brother Tim..." She wiggled it teasingly, the late morning sunlight catching the golden flecks in her blue eyes. "Was gonna smoke it alone, but..." Her grin widened as she nudged Sarah's shoulder with her own. "It's even better that you're here."

Sarah exhaled—half-relief, half-giddy disbelief—that Zoe hadn't noticed anything.
Sarah forced a laugh, tucking a loose curl behind her ear. "You're such a bad influence."

Zoe's grin widened—sharp and knowing—as she nudged Sarah forward with her elbow. "So I've been told." She unhooked Buster's leash, letting the labrador bound ahead toward the creek's bend while Goliath trotted beside them, his tongue still glistening.

They hadn’t gone ten steps when Zoe suddenly halted, her fingers hooking under her skirt’s hem without preamble. "Hold up—nature calls," she announced breezily, hiking the denim up around her waist as she crouched beside the path. Sarah’s breath caught—no knickers, just smooth skin and the soft curve of Zoe’s bare arse pressed against her own heels as she squatted. The sound of her piss hitting the damp earth was startlingly loud in the quiet woods.

"Zoe! Sarah gaped—as her friend squatted shamelessly beside the trail, golden streams arcing between her spread thighs, splattering against the mossy earth. No hesitation. No embarrassment. Just the casual ease of someone who’d done this a hundred times before. Zoe glanced up mid-stream, grinning at Sarah’s stunned expression. "What?" she laughed, shaking her hips slightly—making the piss spray wider. "Never seen a girl pee before?"

"Where are your knickers?" Sarah blurted out before she could stop herself, staring at the way Zoe's skirt draped over her naked hips, the morning sunlight catching the sheen of moisture still clinging to her lower lips.

Zoe grinned, "I never wear them when I'm in the woods—so I can do this—" She wiggled her bare hips, droplets flying. "You should try it." She glanced pointedly at Sarah's skirt hem. "I love peeing in the woods—have since I was little." She wiped herself with a handful of leaves—casual as anything—before straightening up, skirt falling back into place.

"How come you've never told me that before?" Sarah asked as she watched Zoe adjust her skirt. "Dunno," Zoe shrugged, her wellied feet shifting in the damp earth. "Guess it never came up." She nudged Sarah's hip with her boot. "You should try it—feels wicked free."

Sarah hesitated—her pulse quickening—before glancing down at Goliath, his tail thumping against her leg. The idea was... strangely thrilling. The woods were quiet—just the rustle of leaves and distant birdsong—and Zoe was watching her with playful challenge in her eyes.

"Go on then," Zoe teased, nudging Sarah's hip again. "Or are you chicken?"

Sarah's cheeks burned—if she did Zoe would see she wasn't wearing any knickers either. "Fine," Sarah muttered, hiking up her skirt—exposing herself completely to the dappled sunlight and Zoe's curious gaze. The cool woodland air brushed against her bare skin as she crouched awkwardly, and let go.

"You're not wearing any either," Zoe said, grinning as Sarah's piss splattered against the mossy earth in a wide, golden arc. Sarah's cheeks burned—not just from exposure, but from the way Zoe's gaze lingered on her nakedness.

"I guess we're both feral little country girls," Zoe said, watching the last few drips trickle down Sarah's thighs before she straightened up. The dampness lingered—cool against her skin—as she let her skirt fall back into place. Zoe's grin was infectious, her blue eyes bright with mischief as she nudged Sarah forward again. "See? Told you it felt wicked."

As they walked, both dogs kept circling the girls like eager suitors, their wet noses persistently nudging beneath the fluttering hems of their skirts. Zoe laughed, swatting Buster away with the back of her hand when the labrador's snout pressed too insistently against her bare thigh. "Oi, you dirty bastard!" she chided—though her giggles undermined the scolding. Sarah's breath hitched when Goliath's cold nose found the damp patch on her skirt where his tongue had been earlier, his low whine vibrating against her skin.

"That's one drawback of going commando!" Zoe joked, watching Goliath's nose twitch under Sarah's skirt as they approached the creek's edge. "Buster's the same, he's just so interested in fanny—but I suppose he is a boy." She rolled her eyes, kicking off her wellies and dipping her toes into the cool water. The joint still dangled between her fingers, unlit.

"Shall we spark this up then?" Zoe grinned, plopping onto a sun-warmed boulder at the creek's edge and patting the space beside her. Sarah hesitated—her thighs still tingling from Goliath’s tongue—before sitting close enough that their bare knees brushed.

Zoe lit the joint, the paper crisping golden under the flame. She took a deep drag, holding it for a beat before exhaling slow—smoke curling around her smirk as she passed it to Sarah. "Your turn, Sazzle."

Sarah hesitated—her fingers brushing Zoe's—before taking the joint. The paper was warm where Zoe's lips had been. She inhaled sharply, the smoke harsh in her lungs, and coughed out a laugh when Zoe thumped her back.

"Lightweight," Zoe teased, plucking the joint from Sarah's fingers before she could take another drag. "Let me show you how it's done."

Zoe inhaled deeply, her cheeks hollowing. She held the smoke for a long moment before exhaling slowly, the cloud curling between them like fog over water.

Then—without warning—she grinned and reversed the joint between her lips, the cherry disappearing into the hollow of her mouth. Sarah barely had time to blink before Zoe leaned forward—so close their noses almost touched—and blew a thick stream of smoke directly against Sarah's parted lips. The heat of it was startling—like sharing breath—and Sarah inhaled instinctively, drawing the smoke deep into her lungs before she could think to resist.

The effect was almost instant. The weed high wrapping Sarah's mind in warm, hazy cotton—the feeling rising throug her chest, —her thoughts spiraling pleasantly loose. Zoe’s laughter sounded distant,—and then suddenly sharp again, right against Sarah’s ear as she whispered, "Better, yeah?"

Then suddenly Goliath nose was right back under Sarah's skirt—his rough tongue lapped at her folds with a long lazy stroke—and this time it she hesitated for a split second before pushing him away.

And Zoe saw. "I knew it," she breathed, "I knew that's what you were doing back there." Her eyes were wide—not with shock, but with the delight of discovering a shared secret.

Sarah was horrified—her throat locked around a half-formed denial—until Zoe tossed her head back and laughed, the sound echoing off the creek's banks. "You do it too" she crowed, kicking her feet in the water and splashing Sarah's bare thighs.

"I don't—" Sarah stammered, but Zoe just rolled her eyes and grinned. "Its okay Sazzle," she said, leaning back on her elbows, her skirt riding up. "I've been letting Buster lick me off since I was eleven. Its fucking great—it's like my favorite thing."

Sarah froze, her mouth open—the joint smoke curling lazily between them—as Zoe grinned at her in delight.

"Eleven?" Sarah's voice cracked on the word. The creek water rippled where Zoe's toes wiggled, her yellow wellies abandoned on the bank.

Zoe smirked, rolling onto her side. "Mmhm. First time was an accident—he snuck up while I was changing." She plucked a blade of grass, twirling it between her fingers. "Nearly screamed the house down till I came so hard I saw stars." Her grin turned wicked. "How long for you, Sazzle?"

"A week," Sarah admitted. Zoe's grin widened, her teeth flashing white in the dappled sunlight. "Really? And you're already doing it out in the woods? You're way braver than I was."

Sarah swallowed hard, her pulse racing. "Not really. I wasn't intending to—"

Zoe exhaled smoke between them, her knee nudging Sarah's thigh. "Shall we let them do it now—here—while we're together?" Her voice dropped to a conspiratorial whisper. "It was the reason I was walking him..." She flicked the joint's ash toward the creek with a sly grin. "It's soooo good when you're high."

Sarah's breath hitched—her pulse erratic—as Zoe's words coiled through the smoky air between them. The creek bubbled over smooth stones beside them, sunlight fracturing across the water's surface like broken glass. Goliath whined against her thigh, his wet nose pressing insistently beneath her skirt hem.

"Okay," Sarah breathed, the word barely audible over the creek's murmur—but Zoe heard it, her grin widening as she kicked off the rock and landed barefoot in the damp grass.

They found a hollow between two gnarled roots, hidden from the trail by a curtain of willow branches dipping lazily into the water. Zoe flopped onto her back without ceremony, hiking her skirt up to her waist—revealing smooth thighs, the soft swell of her belly, and the pink folds already glistening with arousal. Buster whined eagerly, his tail thrashing as he crowded between her legs—but Zoe shoved him away with a laugh, rolling onto her side to face Sarah. "You first," she murmured, fingers plucking at Sarah's skirt hem. "Let me watch."

Sarah's breath hitched—her pulse thundering—as she settled onto the moss, Goliath's warm weight pressing between her thighs before she could second-guess herself. The first rough swipe of his tongue dragged a gasp from her lips—louder than before, unrestrained—and Zoe's delighted giggle curled through the air like smoke.

"Oh my god," Zoe breathed, scrambling closer on her knees, her blue eyes dark with fascination. "Fuck, that's so hot." Her fingers twitched toward her own thighs as Sarah arched into Goliath's tongue, her hips rocking against the relentless pressure.

Goliath’s tongue was everywhere at once—lapping broad strokes up Sarah’s slick folds, then plunging deep pushing inside her. The rough texture sent sparks shooting up her spine, as she arched into him. Zoe’s breath hitched beside her, the rustle of fabric loud as she shoved her own skirt higher, thighs spreading shamelessly.

"Fuck, look at you," Zoe murmured, her fingers already slipping between her own legs, spreading her little pink teenage pussy lips. Buster’s eager tongue found her clit. Sarah turned her head—just enough to catch the sight—Zoe’s head thrown back, her hips rolling against the labrador’s muzzle, her fingers twisting in his golden fur. Their eyes met—both flushed, both panting—and Zoe grinned, wild and unashamed.

Sarah moaned—half from the thick strokes of Goliath’s tongue spearing into her, half from the raw spectacle of Zoe grinding shamelessly against her Busters snout. The wet sounds filled the hollow, mingling with the creek’s murmur—sloppy, obscene, relentless. Zoe’s breath hitched—her thighs tensed—and then she shuddered with a cry, her toes curling in the moss as Buster lapped up her climax like a starving beast.

Sarah’s back arched—her hips rolling—as Goliath’s tongue curled against her clit in rough, perfect strokes. "Oh god—fuck—" Her fingers twisted in his fur, pulling him closer—his wet muzzle pressed flush against her—and then she was coming, her thighs clamping around his head as the pleasure ripped through her in pulsing waves. She barely registered Zoe crawling toward her—only the sudden press of soft lips against her own—before Zoe’s tongue slid into her mouth, tasting of weed and salt and something darkly sweet.

They collapsed into the moss together, limbs tangled, skirts rucked up around their waists—both breathing hard, both grinning like idiots. Goliath whined, nudging Sarah’s thigh with his wet nose—still eager—but she shoved him away with a breathless laugh. "No, boy—enough." Zoe mirrored the motion, kicking playfully at Buster when he tried to lick the slick glistening between her thighs. "Greedy bastard," she murmured—but her fingers scratched absently behind his ears, her chest rising and falling in lazy rhythm with Sarah’s.

The sunlight dappled through the willow branches overhead, painting their flushed skin gold and green. Zoe exhaled—long and slow—before digging into her skirt pocket and producing another joint, this one slightly bent at the tip. "I was going to save this for later," she mused, rolling it between her fingers, "but fuck it." The paper crinkled as she lit it, the flame catching with a soft crackled.

Sarah stared at the moss beneath her fingertips—still damp—and let out a shaky laugh. "I can't believe we just did that." The words tumbled out before she could stop them, her pulse hammering in her throat. Not from shame. From the thrill. From the way Zoe's knee pressed against hers, warm and solid.

Zoe exhaled smoke through her nose, grinning like she'd just won a prize. "Believe it," she murmured, rolling onto her side to face Sarah. Her fingers traced idle patterns on Sarah's bare thigh, sticky with spit and slick. "And don't pretend you didn't love every second."

"We're such sluts," Zoe giggled, her lips brushing Sarah's ear as she passed the joint back—her fingers lingering just a second too long against Sarah's. The words should've stung. Should've twisted shame into Sarah's gut like a knife. Instead, heat pooled between her thighs all over again, the moss beneath her bare arse still damp from their shared debauchery.

"And you kissed me?" Sarah blinked—the words slipping out before she could cage them. Zoe's grin didn't waver. She licked her lower lip—slow—before exhaling smoke against Sarah's cheekbone. "Course I did. You were gorgeous all spread out like that. Thought you might like it too." Her knee nudged Sarah's thigh, deliberate. "You did, didn't you?"

"Yeah," she breathed—"I did actually"—her own voice sounding foreign to her, throaty and unashamed. The confession hung between them, as Sarah watched the joint’s ember glow between Zoe’s fingers—watched her inhale deep—before leaning in a kissing her.

It wasn’t soft. Zoe’s lips pressed hard, her teeth catching Sarah’s lower lip as she exhaled smoke into her mouth—forcing her to breathe it in—forcing her to taste the dizzying mix of weed and shared secrets. Sarah gasped—her fingers tangling in Zoe’s wild blonde curls—and then Zoe’s tongue was sliding against hers, slick and warm and relentless.

The joint tumbled into the moss, forgotten, its ember smoldering against the damp earth as Zoe rolled on top of Sarah, her thighs bracketing Sarah’s hips. "I've wanted to do that for years," Zoe murmured against her lips—her hands sliding under Sarah’s skirt, palms skimming up her bare thighs—"Like, really wanted too."

Sarah’s breath hitched—her pulse erratic—as Zoe’s fingers found her slick folds again, still sensitive from Goliath’s tongue. "Fuck," she gasped, arching into the touch, her fingers twisting in Zoe’s hair. The dogs whined nearby, their tails thumping against the ground as they watched.

Zoe grinned—sharp and wicked—her fingers sliding lower, tracing the swollen, tender flesh between Sarah’s thighs. "You’re still so wet," she murmured, her breath hot against Sarah’s neck. Her thumb circled Sarah’s clit—rough, teasing—before dipping lower, pressing against her entrance. "You’re fucking soaked, Sazzle."

Sarah gasped—her hips jerking—as Zoe’s fingers pushed inside her, curling just right, hitting that spot that made her vision blur. "Oh god—" The words fractured into a moan, her fingers tightening in Zoe’s hair.

Zoe chuckled low in her throat, her lips brushing Sarah’s ear. "Bet you never thought your first time with a girl would be like this," she murmured, her fingers pumping deeper, slick with Sarah’s arousal. "Dog spit and all."

Sarah couldn’t answer—couldn’t think—not with Zoe’s fingers working her open so expertly, her thumb flicking over her clit in rough, uneven circles.

Zoe’s breath was hot against her neck. “Tell me,” she murmured, her voice dripping with mischief. “Did you think about doing anything else with Goli?”

Sarah’s pulse stuttered. She swallowed, her fingers tightening in Zoe’s curls. “Umm,” she hesitated, barely above a whisper.

Zoe pulled back, eyes wide. “Oh my god,” she breathed, fingers stilling inside Sarah. “You already have, haven’t you?” Her grin was sudden, wild—her thumb pressing harder against Sarah’s clit as she laughed. “Jesus, Sazzle, you dirty girl—it’s only been a week!”

"I didn't really have any choice!" Sarah blurted, her hips jerking against Zoe's stilled fingers. The confession burned through her—part shame, part exhilaration—as Zoe's pupils dilated with fascinated delight. "He just—he mounted me before I could—"

"He fucked you?" Zoe's voice cracked on the whisper, her fingers twitching inside Sarah—her thumb pressing down hard on Sarah's clit in involuntary reaction. "Properly? With his—" Her free hand made an obscene gesture, fingers curling into a loose fist.

Sarah's breath hitched—her hips rolling instinctively against Zoe's trapped fingers—as the memory surged back: Goliath's sudden weight pinning her, the blunt pressure against her sore entrance, the impossible stretch as his knot forced its way inside. "Yeah," she gasped, "and it—fuck—he knotted me—"

"What was it like?" Zoe whispered, her fingers twisting inside Sarah—suddenly urgent—her thighs clamping around Sarah's hips as she leaned closer. Sarah moaned, Zoe’s fingers still buried deep as she arched into the sensation. "Felt like—fuck—like being split open," she gasped, her nails digging into Zoe’s bare shoulders. "So much fuller than—oh god—than anything else."

Zoe’s breath hitched—her pupils blown wide—as she rocked against Sarah’s thigh, her own arousal slick between them. "That’s so fucking hot," she murmured, her lips brushing Sarah’s earlobe. Her fingers curled deeper, mimicking the stretch Sarah had described. "Did you come?"

Sarah’s hips jerked—her cunt clenching around Zoe’s fingers—as the memory of Goliath’s knot locking inside her surged forward. "Yes—more than once," she gasped, her thighs trembling. "It was just throbbing inside me." Her voice broke as Zoe’s thumb pressed hard against her clit.

Zoe groaned—low and ragged—her forehead dropping against Sarah’s shoulder. "Fuck," she breathed, her fingers curling deeper, twisting in rhythm with Sarah’s rolling hips. "I’ve thought about it—so many times—but Busters not a full dog—he's been done" Her free hand slid between her own thighs, fingers sliding through slick folds as she rocked against Sarah’s hip.

Sarah came gently around Zoe’s fingers—not the sharp, shocking peaks Goliath wrung from her, but something slower, warmer, like honey spilling over her ribs. Zoe’s breath hitched against her throat as she felt it—Sarah’s cunt fluttering around her fingers in soft, rhythmic pulses, her hips lifting lazily into the touch. "That’s it," Zoe murmured, her lips brushing t damp hollow beneath Sarah’s ear. "Just like that—let me feel you."

She didn’t pull away until Sarah’s thighs stopped trembling, until her breath evened out—until Goliath whined impatiently and shouldered between them, his wet nose bumping Zoe’s wrist. Zoe laughed—bright and startled—as the pitbull’s tongue swiped over her fingers, still glistening with Sarah’s slick. "Greedy boy," she teased, scratching behind his ears—but her gaze flicked up to Sarah’s, blue eyes dark with sudden, daring curiosity. "Can I try with Goliath?"

Sarah’s pulse stuttered—her spent muscles tightening all over again—as she watched Zoe shift onto her knees, her skirt hitched around her waist. "You—you really want to?" Her voice cracked—half disbelief, half something hotter—as Zoe grinned over her shoulder.

"Uh, yeah?" Zoe snorted, already reaching back to stroke Goliath’s broad head as he sniffed eagerly at her exposed thighs. "You think I’d let you have all the fun?" Her fingers scratched behind his ears—the same way she’d done with Buster—but there was a new tension in her shoulders, a hitch in her breath as Goliath’s wet nose pressed against her folds.

Sarah watched—spellbound—as Zoe arched her back, presenting herself shamelessly to the pitbull. Sunlight dappled the smooth curve of Zoe’s spine, her blonde curls tumbling over one shoulder as she glanced back with a smirk. "Tell him—" she started, but Goliath needed no encouragement. His tongue swiped up her slit in one broad, wet stroke—rougher than Buster’s, thicker—and Zoe’s smirk shattered into a gasp. Her fingers clenched in the moss, her hips jerking backward instinctively. "Oh fuck—" she choked out, her thighs trembling. "That’s—different—"

Goliath worked her with single-minded intensity—his tongue delving into her tight little teenage hole before lapping upward in firm, rhythmic strokes over her exposed bumhole. Zoe whimpered, her forehead dropping to the earth as spit dripped down her inner thighs. Sarah bit her lip—her own cunt pulsing—as she watched Zoe’s body betray her, her hips rocking back against the dog’s muzzle with growing desperation.

Then suddenly—Goliath’s paws planted heavily on Zoe’s back. His weight pressed down—the sheer force of him flattening her chest-first into the moss—and Zoe gasped, fingers scrabbling at the dirt. "Wait—" she choked out, suddenly not so brave, but Goliath wasn’t listening. His cock stabbed against her thigh—already slick and rigid—and Zoe’s breath hitched in panic. "Sarah—?" Her voice cracked, half-turned toward her friend, but Sarah was frozen, watching with wide eyes as Goliath’s thick forelegs hooked around Zoe’s hips, dragging her backward onto him.

Zoe could feel the blunt tip pressing against her—hot and slick—before she fully registered what was happening. One moment she was laughing, drunk on the thrill of Sarah watching her, drunk on the rough scrape of Goliath’s tongue between her thighs—and the next, the pitbull’s full weight crushed her chest-first into the moss, his paws digging into her hips with terrifying strength.

"No—wait—" Zoe gasped, twisting uselessly beneath him, her fingers clawing at damp earth. Her breath came in frantic bursts as Goliath’s cock prodded against her entrance—too wide, impossibly wide—and then, with a single brutal thrust, he speared into her.

Zoe screamed. Not pleasure—not yet—just raw, animal shock as her body stretched around the intrusion. Her nails ripped through moss, her spine arching violently as Goliath’s thick length buried itself to the hilt inside her fourteen-year-old cunt. Sarah watched, transfixed, as Zoe’s mouth gaped soundlessly for a second before another shattered cry tore loose—half pain, half something else entirely.

"Oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck—" Zoe chanted into the dirt, her thighs quaking as Goliath’s hips pistoned against her. His forelegs tightened around her waist, dragging her back onto each thrust with brutal efficiency. Spit dripped from Zoe’s lower lip, her blonde curls matted with sweat as she turned her face toward Sarah—eyes wide, pupils blown black with adrenaline. "It’s too much—fuck—Sarah—"

Sarah scrambled forward without thinking, her hands hovering over Zoe’s trembling shoulders—wanting to pull her free, wanting to hold her down—but Goliath’s rhythm didn’t falter. His thrusts grew shallower, faster, his breath hot and ragged against Zoe’s spine. Zoe sobbed, her fingers clawing at Sarah’s wrist. "He’s—oh god—he’s getting thicker—"

Zoe's cunt was on fires, she'd never been stretched like this—never felt anything so brutally thick—yet with each thrust, her body betrayed her. A low moan escaped her lips, her hips instinctively rocking back against Goliath's relentless rhythm. Sarah watched, transfixed, as Zoe's expression shifted from panicked resistance to something else —something hungry.

Dropping to her knees beside Zoe, Sarah reached beneath her friend's trembling body, fingers sliding through the mess of slick and spit where Goliath's cock pistoned in and out. Zoe gasped, her back arching violently as Sarah's fingertips found her swollen clit. "Oh fuck—" Zoe choked, her voice cracking mid-syllable as Sarah pressed hard circles against the sensitive bud, her own arousal dripping onto the moss beneath them.

Sarah's free hand shoved between her own thighs without hesitation, two fingers plunging into her still-throbbing cunt as she watched Goliath rut into Zoe with primal intensity. The sight was obscene—Zoe's small body jolting forward with each thrust, her pink pussy stretched obscenely around the pitbull's thick cock, spit and slick glistening where their bodies joined. Sarah whimpered, her fingers curling inside herself in time with Goliath's brutal rhythm, her thumb rubbing frantic circles against her clit.

Zoe could feel Goliath’s knot butting against her outer lips—a swollen, insistent pressure trying to get inside her—and panic surged through her again. She twisted, trying to shove herself forward, but Goliath’s forelegs clamped tighter around her waist, dragging her back onto him with relentless strength. “No—wait—Sarah—” Her voice was ragged, her fingers clawing uselessly against the dirt as she turned her face toward Sarah, eyes wide with sudden fear. “It won’t fit—it’s too big—!”

"Once its in—you'll never want anything else," Sarah breathed against Zoe's ear, her fingers still working Zoe's clit in rough, desperate circles. Goliath's thrusts were relentless—the Zoe screamed as his swollen knot finally forced its way past her stretched entrance, locking them together in one brutal, unforgiving push. Her entire body arched—spine bowing—as the thick bulge lodged deep inside her, pressing against places no human touch could reach.

Sarah felt it the moment Goliath's cock pulsed—the sudden heat flooding Zoe's adolescent womb, the twitch of his knot expanding further inside her. Zoe's scream fractured into a sob, her hips jerking uncontrollably as the first hot spurt of dog cum painted her insides. "Oh god—oh fuck—" she chanted, her fingers twisting in Sarah's hair, dragging her closer. Sarah didn't pull away—couldn't—her own fingers plunging deeper into Zoe's clit as Goliath's cum filled her friend, hot and slick.

Zoe's orgasm was different to anything she'd experienced—something beyond pleasure, beyond pain—her entire body spasming violently as Goliath's hot cum flooded her fourteen-year-old cunt in pulsing jets. The pitbull's knot twitched inside her, swelling impossibly larger, locking them together as Zoe's screams dissolved into ragged, open-mouthed panting. Sarah's fingers never stopped—circling Zoe's clit in rough, relentless strokes—feeling the way Zoe's body clenched around the thick intrusion with every fresh spurt of canine seed.

Sarah leaned in and kissed her friend's trembling lips, tasting salt and weed. Zoe whimpered into her mouth, her fingers tightening in the mud as Goliath's knot pulsed inside her. When they broke apart, Zoe's breath came in short, ragged gasps, her pupils blown wide with adrenaline and lingering pleasure. "Holy shit," she whispered, her voice hoarse. Sarah watched a bead of sweat roll down Zoe's temple, her blonde curls plastered to her flushed skin, mud smudged on her pretty face.

"Its not over yet," Sarah murmured, her lips brushing Zoe's damp earlobe as Goliath's knot twitched inside her friend with another thick pulse. Zoe whimpered—her thighs quivering—as another rush of canine cum flooded her stretched cunt, her hips jerking helplessly against the moss. Sarah's fingers trailed lower, skimming through the mess of slick and seed dripping from Zoe's swollen folds to where Goliath's knot stretched her obscenely wide. "You feel that?" Sarah whispered, pressing two fingers against the straining bulge visible through Zoe's distended lower belly. "That's him filling you up. He's going to stay pulsing and locked inside you for ten minutes at least."

Zoe's breath hitched—her blue eyes hazy with overwhelmed pleasure—as she reached down tentatively to touch the unnatural swell where Goliath's knot distended her petite frame. "Fuck," she rasped, her fingers trembling against her own stretched skin. "I can—oh god—I can feel him pulsing inside me." Her head tipped back, blonde curls sticking to her flushed throat as another hot pulse made her thighs jerk.

Sarah reached back under her friend’s trembling body, fingers slick with Zoe’s arousal and Goliath’s leaking cum as she pressed her palm flat against the obscene bulge stretching Zoe’s lower belly. The pitbull’s knot pulsed under her touch—a slow, primal rhythm—and Zoe whimpered, her thighs clamping around Sarah’s wrist as another thick spurt of canine seed flooded her womb.

"Sarah—stop—" Zoe gasped, but her hips bucked upward anyway, her oversensitive clit rubbing against Sarah’s knuckles with each involuntary jerk. Sarah grinned, relentless, her thumb finding the swollen bud and circling it in slow, deliberate strokes—just enough pressure to make Zoe thrash, but not enough to tip her over the edge again. "You’re still so wet," Sarah murmured, her breath hot against Zoe’s ear as she dragged her fingertip through the mess of spit and cum glistening between Zoe’s thighs. "Its l0ike you want him to keep pumping into you."

Zoe’s orgasm felt like it started in her toes—a slow, molten curl of pleasure that climbed her legs, pooled in her belly, then detonated behind her ribs with such force she forgot how to breathe. Goliath’s knot pulsed inside her, twitching inside her stretched passage, and Zoe sobbed into the moss, her fingers clawing at Sarah’s wrist.

Sarah’s thumb circled Zoe’s clit in rough, relentless strokes—watching, fascinated, as Zoe’s body betrayed her all over again. Zoe’s thighs trembled, her hips jerking in tiny, helpless circles against Sarah’s hand—caught between pleasure and overstimulation—as Goliath’s cum almost sloshed inside her. "Oh god—oh fuck—" Zoe chanted, her voice cracking, her forehead pressed into the dirt. "I can’t—it’s too much—"

Sarah pulled back, her fingers slick with Zoe’s arousal and Goliath’s seed—and then a truly filthy idea slithered through her haze. Without hesitation, she turned on her back in the dirt and wriggled under Zoe, wedging her head between Zoe’s trembling thighs, her face inches below where Goliath’s knot bulged obscenely beneath Zoe’s stretched pink folds. The scent was overwhelming—musky, animal, thick with the tang of canine rut. Sarah cranes her head up, as her tongue darted out lapping at Zoe’s swollen clit—her face pressed against Goliath’s furry balls.

"God, what the fuck are you—" Zoe's voice broke into a ragged moan as Sarah's tongue flicked against her oversensitive clit, the pitbull's knot twitching inside her again. Sarah's nose brushed against Goliath's furry sac, hot and heavy against her face, while her tongue worked Zoe's swollen bud in slow, filthy circles. The taste was overwhelming—Zoe's arousal mixed with the musky tang of canine seed leaking around the edges of Goliath's knot where it stretched Zoe wide.

Sarah hooked an arm under Zoe's thigh, yanking her friend's hips lower—forcing Goliath's cock deeper inside her—before dragging her tongue up the mess of slick and spit glistening between Zoe's folds. Zoe's scream dissolved into broken panting.

Are you —fuck—you're licking his cum out of me—" she gasped, her thighs trembling against Sarah's cheeks. "You dirty, filthy girl—oh god—!"

Sarah's tongue traced the seem her Goliath and Zoe met, lapping up the canine seed spilling around Goliath's knot. The taste was primal—musky and salt-bitter—but Sarah moaned against Zoe's swollen folds, her own fingers plunging back into her own dripping cunt at the depravity of it.

"I'm going to cum again," Zoe gasped, as Sarah's tongue worked faster, lapping up the mess of canine seed and Zoe's slick as Goliath's knot pulsed rhythmically inside her friend. Zoe cunt pulsd around the thick intrusion—her entire body trembling—when suddenly, Goliath shifted his weight, his paws pushing against the moss as his cock pulled free with a wet, obscene pop.

Zoe screamed.

Sarah didn’t pull away. She watched, mesmerized, as the swollen knot stretched her friends hole one last time before finally yanking free with a lewd, wet pop. The sudden gush of canine cum that followed splashed hot and thick across Sarah’s cheeks, her lips, her hair, and into her mouth—dripping in obscene rivulets down her throat.

She surprised herself by craning her kneck and clamping her mouth over Zoe’s gaping hole—not to stop the flood, but to drink it down. Slick, hot stream of canine cum hit her tongue in salty gushes, the musky tang flooding her senses as Goliath’s seed spilled from Zoe’s stretched entrance straight into Sarah’s waiting throat. Zoe’s thighs trembled against her ears, her friend’s ragged cry of *"Fuck—Sarah—!"* muffled by the wet sucking sound of fluid being drawn into Sarah’s palate.

Zoe twisted