Bonus Story - Dick or Treat (Patreon)

The festivity of Halloween was slowly dying down, the kids had been put up to bed with all their precious candy accounted for. The parade of kits that had once flowed through the streets had returned to their homes and the Halloween movie marathon streamed on the TV was getting progressively more adult in horror. Sherri clicked off the TV, a deep exhale coming from her as she plopped on the couch with a satisfied smile as Hope and Justin followed shortly behind her after giving their ritual kiss goodnight. 

“How was your evening?” Sherri smiled as she stretched out her legs, the high heeled boots of her costume were certainly one of her favorite aspects but her footpaws were now paying the price for fashion success. “Get a bunch of trick or treaters? Any leftovers?” She wiggled her eyebrows chewing on her lower lip.

“Well, Sherri,” Hope said with a slight click of her tongue. “There were plenty of trick or treaters tonight yes, but you said that you’d come home early so Justin and I could take the kits halfway through the night.” Sherri’s ears wilted in guilt.

“Sorry you two, we kind of got off the beaten track tonight and we ended up finding a whole slew of houses with full size candy bars.. The kids didn’t want to go back and before we knew it,” Sherri gave a slight shrug of her shoulders. “It was already bedtime.. and we had to hit the houses on the way back home of course..”

The explanation seemed reasonable, Justin and Hope glanced at each other, nodded solemnly. “We accept this,” Justin stated as if he was the head of a council. “But we discussed on how you’re going to make it up to us, especially since we went through all the work of getting into costume only to be relegated to passing out candy.” He stood up, his eyes gazing down Sherri, the doggirl quirking a brow at the sudden pose of her justiciar. 

Justin nudged Sherri back against the coffee table, her legs pulled out from underneath her. Justin breathed deep the sweet scent of her body and using his replica hidden blade he carved carefully against the doggirl’s costume, the fabric parting and revealing the casual white panties Sherri had worn for the evening. “Justin!” Sherri yelped as she noted the ruined state of her outfit, but Justin’s length was far more distracting than a torn Halloween costume, especially as it was sliding against her vulva. Sherri’s eyes immediately squinted as she bit down on her lower lip, the heat of his manhood smearing against her juicy twat and soaking into his length made her quiver with anticipation. “Well.. What are you waiting for..?” Sherri murmured under her breath as the tip teased against her sticky sweet lips. 

His dick smeared against her lower lips, “Hey Sherri.. Trick or Treat..” Hope crooned from above as she teased at the nape of Sherri’s neck with her fingertips. Breathing hotly as Justin began to push his cock inside, the rounded tip fitting in perfectly to her aching nethers. Sherri breathed deep, swallowing hard as she closed her eyes, a swift inhale filling her lungs as Justin’s body moved inwards, the tip of his cock travelling against her increasingly tightening walls that squeezed upon his shaft.

Sherri glanced up in time to see Hope’s thick equine cock now hanging freely, twitching with lust, it was obvious that Sherri had missed her question but Hope paid it no mind. Instead the tip of her flared length was now firmly pushed against her lips, the doggirl’s mouth opening from an involuntary moan caused by Justin’s rhythmic thrusts that allowed Hope’s length to infiltrate the softness of her mouth. “Ghhhlk!” Sherri gagged, cock was now pushing deep into her mouth as her throat muscles widened and squeezed against the flaring tip that was warming up to the juices of her throat. 

Their bodies began working in unison upon her, Sherri felt the pressures of their cocks from either end squeezing her tightly, her eyes rolled into the back of her head. Her heart was pounding her tail curling itself around the edge of Justin’s thigh as she arched her hips upwards. The squeezing of her pussy walls as Justin continued to ream inside her sending shockwaves throughout the rest of her body, her vulva swelling at the front, puffing up in response to the heated sharp thrusts Justin offered. Each clap of mounds making Sherri’s insides convulse.

It was an intoxicating pleasure, Sherri’s body was something Justin could hardly keep himself away from, the curvature of her figure and the way she looked so delectable being shared between him and his sister. His cocktip squished deep into her body from a particularly firm thrust, his dicktip pressing against her cervix and holding the position while Sherri squirmed atop the table. Her legs tightening, knees bending and her fingers clenched into the table, he knew the look on Sherri’s face was one of adoring pleasure even while Hope’s length bobbed back and forth into her mouth making her throat bulge from the sheer girth of Hope’s equine cock.

The world was spinning underneath her, Sherri could feel the weight of Hope’s balls grinding against her nose as Justin continued to jackhammer his thrusts in between her thighs. Her ankles balanced in the air by his hands pushing up underneath her thighs did little to keep the world in place around her.  Sherri gripped onto the coffee table underneath her for any sense of balance she could find. Their bodies worked in unison and Hope’s throat-filling cock made the small bits of air Sherri could get all the more precious. 

“Sherri,” Hope crooned overhead, her hips smearing her cock deep into Sherri’s warm throat until her balls were sufficiently smeared against her snout. “You never answered before..” Hope took a deep breath, licking her lips, “Trick..” and then her hips began to move like a well oiled piston. Endlessly clapping against Sherri’s face as she reared her hips into a powerful rut. 

At that same moment, Justin mirrored Hope’s lustful throes, his body lurching forwards and slamming deep into Sherri’s pussy with his hips, “Or..” He growled hotly through seething teeth as he ramped his hips up, preparing himself as his balls clapped against Sherri’s quim. His cockmeat swelling inside of Sherri’s quivering cunt, the doggirl squirming and roiling between the pair, between the tightening asphyxiation of pleasure she felt from having her throat blocked of oxygen and the intensifying thrusts of Justin’s hips. 

“Treat!” Both Justin and Hope cried out, Sherri blinked once, seeing their cocks aimed at her face. It wasn’t until the second and third rope of their combined orgasmic confetti rained upon her face that she realized that they were cumming. She immediately closed her eyes, wincing and squirming as their mess drizzled relentlessly down onto her visage. When she finally opened her eyes she saw their cocks, still twitching with droplets of cum oozing down their shafts and Sherri gave a slight exhale.

“You get yourself cleaned up,” Hope grinned rubbing her cummy cock against the side of Sherri’s cheek dragging the remainder of her seed onto her face. “We’re going to get changed and then we’ll watch movies until bedtime.”

“Sound good?” Justin bit on his lower lip, his cock throbbing expectantly as Sherri leaned her head over cleaning off his length with her lips that had just previously been wrapped around Hope’s hossdick. Sherri nodded after slurping his cock clean of all the juices combined on his length, watching them saunter off to the bedroom as she glanced down at the mess of herself, knowing that she was never going to be able to explain why she couldn’t dress up as April O’Neil again. Not because of the torn outfit, but because she knew that if she’d ever wear it again she wouldn’t be able to not think of being double teamed by Justin and Hope..