Carole’s Holiday

    She was climbing the school steps with about five minutes to spare when her slut friend Jill came over. Hi Carole. You look tired,” she said.
I’m not tired,” she replied as she told Jill about her morning. I’ve got myself really horny wondering whose shafting my mum, and I haven’t had time to bring myself off.”
I thing I can help you there,” grinned Jill. Come on, we’ve just got time to get to the toilets.”
As they both squeezed themselves into the one stall Jill said, Drop your knickers,” as she rummaged through her bag.
What are you looking for,” hissed Carole. We don’t have time for anything.”
We have time for this,” said Jill, as she drew what looked to be an egg attached to a wire from her bag. I got this Mail Order. You stick it in your pussy and it’s attached to this control box so you can increase the vibrations. I’ve tried it, its brilliant.”
As Carole inspected it, she could still smell her young friend’s pussy on the plastic. Yea, I can tell you’ve tried it,” she laughed. Ok put it in for me.”
Jill knelt down and rubbed the egg over Carole’s pussy lips that were already slippery with her juices. As Carole bent her legs slightly, Jill pushed the egg firmly into her cunt. It’s in,” she said as she lent forward and licked Carole’s clit, just as the school bell sounded. Shit,” they booth said together. Quick, pull your panties up and that will hold the wire in place.”
Jill then tucked the small control box into the back of Carole’s knickers, switched it on to low, and smoothed down her skirt. Perfect,” she said. Lets go.”
The vibrations in her pussy were delicious. She found that by rocking slightly in her seat, the movements of her knickers over her clit, combined with the vibrations were enough to bring her off. She came once in geography and twice in maths. Fuck she thought, anything that can make maths pleasurable, has got to be good.
At the break she was standing in the corridor with Jill and some of their friends. How does it feel,” whispered Jill so no one else could hear.
Fucking brilliant,” replied Carole. My knickers are soaking.”
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     “The stallion is in here.” the man directed me. The man was the owner of this farm that I was invited to. I am an experienced cameraman currently unemployed who posted a message on an Internet forum asking for anyone who owns a farm willing to allow the filming of his or her animals mating. A reply, A few e-mails and a few phone calls later, I had arrived onto the farm and was being led into the shed where the big boy was kept. “He isn’t erect yet, I hope.” I said.

“No,” the man said, “but as soon as he gets a whiff of the mare’s scent, he’ll be the horniest thing on the planet!”

The man opened the shed door and showed me the stud. The man shut the door and turned the lights on. What a horse! Big and muscular. “Try to keep him still.” I said as I stood next to the side of the stallion’s stomach. I then knelt down so that I could get a good shot of the male’s genitals for the camera. The tripod was set and so was the camera to look up at the genitals from underneath the stallion’s stomach. I switched the torch that was mounted on the camera to on and adjusted the level of brightness ’til it was perfect. Finally I looked through the colour viewfinder on the camera and zoomed in on the genitals. Very nice! I stopped zooming when the big balls and the deflated sheath were totally in the picture. I started recording. “O.K., you can let rip the Viagra!” I said. The man took out a small container of clear liquid, put it near the stallion’s nose and opened the lid.

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      The difference between a fairy tail, and a sea story is that one starts out with “Once upon a time…” and the other starts out with, “Now this ain’t no bullshit… The story I’m about to tell you is true, and as close in detail as I can remember it. It has been a very long time since I too went in search of the imfamous Donkey Show in Tiajuana, Mexico, or crossed the border, to watch a Jackass, mule, burro, donkey, pony put it to some fucked up/sleazy, down on her luck/dirty/poor/low life/worn out/wretch of a puta/whore/slut/stretched out cum guzzling woman, as the rumor at that time went. Of course like every sailor who crosses the border from San Diego, California down into Tiajuana, Mexico, I was at first just interested in dipping my own wick in some of that young slick ready, south of the border pussy to care too much about some old over the hill scum hag putting out for animals in front of a crowd now that her cunt was so worn out from human cock that it took me several weekends before I even tried looking. But once started I was diligent to the utmost.

Don’t let the fact that just because it was Mexico, and a border town at that, that the city of Tiajuana, Mexico is small, by any means. It’s huge in land area, if not piled high with tall skyscrapers, and is one hell of a stretch of the legs to walk around in, and not in the most scenic, or fragrant of atmosphere’s either, as other than those places that bow to the tourist, and sailor trade, the areas around town for the most part are three times worse than any slum here in America because of the transits waiting to sneak across our border anyway they can to find jobs and a good home over here.

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