Charles & JamesI am 26 years old, out of college, living on my own. I rent a small bungalow set well back behind a larger house. My landlady is an older woman well into her late 60’s I’d guess.

Hard of hearing, especially when it comes to my complaints of lack of hot water.

Anyhow, I’m alone in my life at this point, but not lonely. I have my hobbies and I have my memories and those two keep me satisfied. Yet, still one warm day while walking from the bus stop, when I encountered James I felt compelled to take him home.

James was a beautiful dog, some type of mix breed, I’m assuming Shepard and something else. He was friendly too, and his mangy look and hungry eyes didn’t put me off in the least. I led him home, quietly past my landladies window and into my home.

There I fed and bathed him. That night he showed his appreciation by sleeping at my feet.

James and I were happy with one another, and so a week passed.

Then I started to have these thoughts, curious thoughts. Thoughts on what it was like to have sex with an animal. I was ashamed of these thoughts but only for a moment. And then something else took over. I thought on this for a few days, studying James closely, making a plan. The first step of my plan was to see how eager James would be. So when I got home from work on Friday, having the weekend off, I figured it would give me time to experiment. I got right to work, I pulled all my shades and undressed myself.

I went about my normal routine, preparing the meal, feeding James, and when it got dark allowing him out to make his business. I did this all while nude, and James didn’t seem to care. When James came in from his nightly walk, I implemented my second test.
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Cassie

             My name is Suzie; I’m 5′2” Mexican with black hair, beautiful round butt and full lips.   I know this because my best friend Katie always tells me.

We have been friends forever, like since kindergarten.   We’re not lesbians or anything, we love boys, but when we were thirteen me and Katie started messing around.

Katie is white, but she is cool and she has dirty blonde hair that is curly.   Katie is awesome, she is taller than me about 5′8”, and she is gorgeous.   She has these luscious blue eyes.   They are so sultry; she is so intimidating when she just stares at you with them.

We are both sophomores and on the cheer squad in high school.   I don’t get to do much because my parents never let me go out at night.   So I’ve never really been with a boy.   But Katie has.   She is so popular; I think she has sucked every guy’s dick on the football team.

I can only imagine how good it must feel because I’ve never sucked a guy’s dick.   I’ve kissed guys, but I’m not going to suck some guy’s cock in the bathroom at school.   And there is no way my parents would let one in our house.

I get so hot though when Katie tells me about the guys she’s been with, but it’s okay because then she gets all worked up to and she eats me out.   Oh I love it when Katie eats my pussy.   When she licks my dripping cum off my legs.   But I still want to feel a guys cock.
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Careful What You Wish For

       Fantasise about seeing your wife or girlfriend GANGBANGED
Do you want to turn your fantasy into reality
If YES, contact us for more details on e mail address etc, etc”

My heart began beating faster and my cock became stiffer as I re-read the massage. At first I thought that it must be some kid messing about, then I realised that my fingers were typing the address into an e-mail document.
“It’ll be a laugh.” I thought, as I typed ‘Interested. Send details.’
“It’ll be a turn on for him to consider banging my wife.”
I sent the e-mail never thinking that they were serious or even lived in the UK anyhow.
After about 10 minutes of surfing even darker porn sites, a message ‘pinged’ on screen. I checked my account to see that the message was from the person that I had replied to.
It read…

We may be interested in your wife but need more details. Send by return”.

I smiled and eagerly replied…
Andrea, 27, slim, no kids, 5 foot 6 inches, brown hair and blue eyes and I think she is attractive”. I pressed send.

After two or three minutes I had another reply.

Send a picture and her sexual preferences. You could be in business”

My heart gave a jump as I looked through my documents” for something suitable. My cock was stiffening as I found a picture of her from a wedding we attended earlier in the year. She was wearing a hat and a light coloured dress that emphasised her curves. She looked gorgeous.
“Picture attached. Loves oral (giving and receiving), prefers ‘doggy style’, enjoys wearing sexy lingerie. Not very vocal but is very orgasmic.” I exaggerated about the oral sex, but it was only a bit of fun.
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 Cabin Fever

My woman’s intuition told me something bad would result from this trip. Brent, my husband, suddenly developed this need to commune with nature. Brenda didn’t want to go. We had to practically drag her to the station wagon. Phil and Carl, however, my twin fourteen-year-old boys, were eager to get out into the remote wilderness. Brent found the cabin and made the plans. I went along like a good wife.

Once at the cabin, light years from anywhere, my anxiety grew. No phone, no electricity, and having no toilet didn’t help. We weren’t there thirty minutes when five armed men burst in on us. They pushed Brent before them, bound and gaged. My heart sank. I clutched my kids to me and we huddled in a corner. We watched helplessly as they shoved Brent into a chair and bound him in place.

After securing Brent, the leader approached us with a leering grin. The others crowded around, snickering and laughing. The man holding the pistol waved it casually while addressing me. He said, “Lady, this ain’t your day. You see, we are bad desperados, and it looks like we’ll be holed up here together for a few days.”

I pleaded, “Please don’t hurt anyone.”

“We don’t plan to, but then that all depends on you. We have to lay low for a few days. You see, we just robbed a bank. If everybody stays cool and cooperates, nobody gets hurt. You guys can go about your little vacation, and we’ll move on. I’ll just say this once, though. If any of you tries anything, sneaks off, or pisses us off, your old man gets a bullet right between the eyes, understand?”

I nodded. He shouted, “I’m talking to all of you.” We all nodded. “Now, you guys go sit on that couch and let us have a little meeting. No talking.”
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 Buffy

   This is one of my favourite stories. It has proved to be very popular where ever it has appeared and has produced lots of comment. I really enjoyed writing this one, I think it tells. I hope you enjoy this effort to entertain. Your comments are the only reward an author gets and is more valuable than money. Buffy is from the upper classes of the UK.

She has very definite ideas about what it is she wants to do on film. Buffy. My dotage was not so far advanced that I couldn’t get the old boy to polish up quite nicely into some semblance of erectile muscle and throbbing gristle. Occasionally, he would even put out for me and eject a thin stream of jism, but it needed the stimulant of my past life to get him going these days. As had become a habit of mine, I had been reviewing some of the old footage of films we had made. Robbie was long gone now; the abuse of narcotics and booze had caught up with him. But, we made some films all right!

The one that had just run out on the videotape was by far the best that we had done. The scenes of Buffy locked with her dog, seeing her with it’s cum running from her, had reawakened all the memories once more. The scene with the horse though, had me gagging to shoot a wad into my palm. I managed to climax when I rounded up the film as Robbie and I fucked the good lady. T

he replayed scenes came back to me as if it had been yesterday and as I gently rubbed my shaft, hoping to be able to complete the act, the memories did indeed play in the background, complete with the smells and noises. Afterwards, I slept and relived the day again in sharp focus.

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Buddys blue heeler    Back a few years one of my buddys got this male blue heeler, his name was jake, the first time I was over there he came to me, I petted him, then he went off and layed down and just watched me. This is the way it was for almost two months, then  my buddy mowed a few acres of hay, two days later I pulled in with my tractor and rake. Jake came to meet me, then walked away, my buddy was just ready to go bale hay for his neighbor.

I pulled into the field, jake followed me, while I raked he chased swallows that were flying around catching bugs. I finished raking by this little stand of trees about an hour later, I got off the tractor to take the rake out of gear, when I turned around jake was standing in front of me. I reached down and petted him, but when I started to walk around him, he put his paw on my knee.

I petted him again, but he wouldn’t move away, instead he stood up with his front feet on my waist, then his paws went around me and he started trying to hump me. I’d been humped by dogs before and loved it, but I  thought it  was wierd of him, he’d never had anything to do with me, but I thought if you want to hump me I’ll let you. He got off and we walked into the stand of trees.

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 Bruno and I get Mom

    This episode happened a few years ago when I was 15.  I was seated in the living room, on a Saturday morning, watching cartoons.  My mom yelled from the bathroom upstairs, telling me that she was going to take a bath; and since Dad wasn’t home (he was out playing golf all day) she could take all the time that she liked.  You see, Dad didn’t like for us to use alot of water.  He thought it was a big waste, and he thought that we needed to conserve the water that we had.  I guess it was just his way of being anal about something.  So, with Dad gone, Mom could use as much water as she wanted without someone yelling for her to turn the water off.

I could hear Mom running water from time to time, and I know that she felt like she was in heaven.  After Mom had been in the bathtub for about 30 minutes, our dog, Bruno (who was a rather large german shepherd) came plodding into the living room with his tail wagging.

I spoke to him, “What are you up to, boy”  He just wagged his tail and gave me a little bark.  Suddenly, Bruno’s ears perked up as he heard mom splashing upstairs.  I guess he decided that he was going to see what was going on up there, as he ran up the stairs.  About one minute later I heard mom yelling at Bruno.  I just sat there in the living room and paying them both no mind.  But, Mom’s voice got louder and louder, so I thought I had better go and see what was causing all the fuss.

As I got to the entrance to the bathroom door, the site before me was one to behold.  There was my mom laying on the bathroom floor with her legs sprawled out in front of her.

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Bruce and Buck

A day had gone by since my first encounter with my dogs. My parents were still gone for the weekend, and as I lay in bed, I thought about what had happened the night before. The more I thought about it, the more confused I became. I didn’t know if I should feel guilty, or excited. I was sure that it was wrong. I knew it was. But that apparently didn’t matter. As I thought back upon how my dog had forced himself inside me, how wonderful it had felt… I began to get wet. I thought about lying there in my bed and fingering myself, but the more I thought about it, the more I wanted a repeat of last night. I actually WANTED to let my dogs have at me. However, as badly as I may have wanted it, I wasn’t about to go and offer myself to them. I was certain that if I were to just offer myself to them that the guilt would be unbearable-no matter how amazing it would feel.

I had to get off my bed. My hand was already starting to slide under my skirt, cirling my clit. I pulled my hand away and decided to head into the living room. I could turn on a movie to get my mind off of last night.

I flipped through the channels, stopping when I found a decent love story to watch. I’m a sucker for love stories. I got confortable on the couch, laying on my side with my elbow propped up, head resting in my hand. Bruce and Buck were both lying on the floor, asleep. I forced the idea of waking them up out of my mind. I was determined to watch this movie.

The movie was one I’d never seen before, and was halfway decent. I was a good half hour into the predictable storyline when the couple–predictably–realized that they were in love with one another and shared their first kiss. That scene soon led into another, where they were in an apartment, and things were getting steamy. All throughout the movie I had been drooling over the main actor in the movie-He was the personification of my type. As his clothes started coming off, I started to get wet again. Pretty soon my cute love story had turned into a porno.

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Britany, Maverick And Me

    I had decided to buy a horse, I’d always loved riding when I was younger and wanted to start again. I didn’t live in the country so I’d have to find a place to board it. I saw an ad in the paper and called the number for directions. When I arrived the only person there was a young girl, she looked about thirteen but I later found she was fifteen. She had shoulder length blonde hair, a slim build with small breasts and a small delicious looking ass. My heart was pounding as I watched her walk from the stable toward me, she was wearing a small blue bikini and she had a fabulous tan, man how I love summertime.

Hi I’m Lisa.” I said extending my hand. I called earlier about boarding a horse.”

I’m Britany; you must have talked to my mom.” She said as she shook my hand. She should be back in about an hour, but I’ll be glad to show you around.”

That would be great, I’m sure you can show me all I need to see.” I smiled as I thought what I’d really like to see was her little body spread out in front of me.

As we walked to the stable I couldn’t keep my eyes off her ass, her bikini was riding up showing off her sweet cheeks. She showed me her horses they had 4 mares and a stallion named Maverick. As she rubbed his neck I noticed his cock starting to hang from its sheath. She saw me looking and blushed as she moved away from him.

It looks like he’s happy to see you.” I joked trying to see what response she would give.

Yea he does that a lot, I don’t know why.” She said looking down at her feet.

We walked around looking at the rest of their place. We talked and she asked me questions like was I married and if I have any kids. I told her I have been married for three years and I have an eleven year old son from a previous relation. I sat down by the pool and she went inside and came out with two cans of pop. As we sat there waiting for her mom I said. You’re a very pretty girl; I bet you have to beat the boys off with a stick.”
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Boy Bitch Part III

    Things went on like this pretty much every day with my sister and me. But, one day she decided that she wasn’t getting her fair share of fucking by Toby. When she confronted me about letting her have more time with Toby, I said that he liked to fuck me more than he did her because my ass was tighter than her pussy or ass, and he got off better with me than he did her.

She got madder than hell when I told her this and stormed out of the room. She came back later, while Toby was fucking the hell out of me. She had three big black football players, that she’d been fucking, with her. When they walked in and caught me getting fucked by Toby, they had a shocked look on their faces. My sister, Peggy, Told them I was their bitch if they wanted me. They immediately stripped out of their clothes and made Toby get out of my ass.

The biggest black guy told me to suck his dick. It was huge, and I just stared at it. He grabbed me by the head and shoved it all the way down my throat, causing me to gag and almost puke. He kept face fucking me, making me deep throat him every other stroke of his 11” cock. I was pretty much used to deep throating Toby’s cock. So I became accustom quickly to sucking this giant cock, and soon began to enjoy it.

While I was sucking him off, the next guy spread my ass checks and, without lubricating my asshole, drove his cock all the way to the hilt in my ass. I tried to scream with pain, but my mouth was filled with man meat, and all I could do was emit a muffled moan.

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Bizarre Journey     Gail Jennings knew the rumors about her father-in-law were true as she checked her eight-year-old daughter’s lap for the hundredth time in a hundred miles and saw that his meaty hand was still on her bare leg and still making microscopic advances toward her crotch. He now had several inches of the hem bunched and was closer to pussy than knee, and he had started at the knee.

Nonetheless, she let another mile slip by without saying anything. Each time she drew an imaginary line, her absolute limit, she wound up having to redraw it because she couldn’t tell exactly when he crossed it; and besides, her limit kept changing.

Tammy didn’t seem to mind having a creeping hand on her leg. Had she shown any sign of distress, Gail might have been able to keep a set limit. For a precocious little mink that liked wearing short dresses into playgrounds because she liked showing her panties accidentally on purpose, this new game of touchy feely was a big thrill. She snuggled right up next to her grandpa at the first touch on the knee.

Gail cursed herself for not insisting that Tammy wear jeans for the long trip, cursed herself for not making Tammy ride in the back seat, cursed herself for being such a jellyfish around her husband’s powerful father, and cursed herself for accepting his offer to drive them to the audition that would keep them on the road for two days there and two more days back. With the three days of tryouts and auditions scheduled, that would mean an entire week with a man she knew in her heart was a child molester, and one that was not inhibited be the child’s mother. He was proving that, and the trip had just gotten started.

It wasn’t like no one warned her. After word got around their small community, she received no less than seven phone calls, mostly from her husband’s side of the family, people who should know, warning her about his problem, his reputation, and most had personal experience to relate.

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Bitch Whore         John waited until the house was quiet, then eased out of his sick bed and drew on a pair of thin PJ bottoms. His sisters had gone off to school and his mother had just left for work. With any luck, his sexy Aunt Joy would still be sipping coffee in her maddeningly brief terrycloth robe. With better luck, she’d be naked under that robe.

John eased down the stairs and saw her as he rounded the corner. He was in luck. He smiled weakly as she looked up, then took feeble steps toward the chair that might give him a good beaver shot. As he pulled the chair out to place it at a good viewing angle at the corner, Joy said, “You can stop the act, now, John. She’s gone.”

John plopped down in the seat and smiled. “How’d you know?”

“I’ve been around. I was married for twelve years to a man who had three boys. I raised all three through their teens. I know when I’m being stalked for seduction.”

John reacted with feigned shock, started to defend his motives, then smiled bashfully and said, “I guess I’m pretty obvious, huh?”

“I’ll give you credit. At least you came down with something on.”

“I guess you think I’m pretty pathetic, don’t you?”

“Pathetic? Hardly. I’m quite impressed. You’re very good. You have natural abilities. You know just how subtle to be, yet you get your message across loud and clear. Women like that in a seduction. We hate crude grabbers or foul-mouthed mashers, but we especially hate having to guess at a man’s intent. Any sixteen-year-old with twenty-four notches on his bedpost already knows that.”

“You know what those mean?”

“Of course I know. Your mother knows too.”

“MOM Knows?”

“Yes, and she brags about her stud son. She brags to me, anyway.”

“No kidding? Mom knows and she thinks it’s cool?”

“She wouldn’t let you keep carving up a three-hundred dollar headboard if she didn’t, now would she?”

“Wow! I wondered why she never said anything. Man, that is so weird. Mom knows, huh?”

“Yes, but we’re both curious. Do you make a notch each time you get laid, or each time you make a new score?”

“They each represent a new score. I don’t count the same girl twice. If I did that, there wouldn’t be any headboard left.”

“She’ll be thrilled by that news. I said you counted fresh kills; she was sure you were counting fucks.”

“Aunt Joy! I never thought I’d hear you say the ‘F’ word.”

“Can’t you say fuck? You came down here to fuck me, but you can’t bring yourself to say the word in front of me? You disappoint me, John.”
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Bitch in Heat

         Sara saw the man walking the dog as she was walking home from visiting friends.  As they approached from the cross-street, Sara noticed that the man was fairly ordinary, middle-aged, average height, medium build.  The dog on the other hand was anything but ordinary.  A beautiful rotweiler, obviously male, large for the breed, straining at its leash.  Sara couldn’t take her eyes off it as the moved toward the intersection.

They reached the intersection at the same time, and man and dog turned to follow the same street Sara was on, both having to wait for a stop light.  The rottweiler sidled up to Sara and stuck his snout into the crotch of her shorts, making snuffling noises. Sara giggled, but somewhere back in the the most primitive part of her brain, something dark stirred as she felt the dog’s snout press against her crotch.

“Otto, no!”  The man pulled back on the rottweiler’s leash, and the dog backed off, rejoining his master.  “Sorry, he tends to be a little overly friendly sometimes.”

“That’s okay, I like dogs.  And they usually like me, too.  He’s beautiful.  His name’s Otto”

“Yep.  And I’m Mike, by the way.  You know a lot of people are afraid of rottweilers.”

“I’m Sara.  I’ve never been afraid of any kind of dog.  I like being around them.”

By now they were walking down the street together, toward Sara’s house, although it was still several blocks away.  The dog kept moving over to nuzzle Sara, and Mike kept pulling him back.  Sara noticed that Mike was sneaking peeks at her every chance he got.  Sara was used to that.  In her early 20s, she was hot, with a beautiful face and a nice body.  She knew guys liked to look, especially at her 32DD tits.  Most guys never really got past those tits, but Mike seemed to be having a good look at her flat belly and slim hips, too.  Of course, she wasn’t exactly dressed to cover any of it up, in a skimpy tank top and shorts.

“So, do you live around here” Sara asked.

“Yeah, in fact it’s just up in the next block.”

“Oh, we’re practically neighbors.  I’m just a couple of blocks farther up.”

They made small talk as they walked the next block, then Mike said, “This is my place.  Have to put Otto in the back yard.”
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Bewitched       John Stevens was the envy of every man he knew, because he slept nightly with a woman every man wanted to bed–his wife, Georgette.

They’d been together since high school, had the perfect marriage, and a house full of beautiful kids. They had six ranging in age from sixteen to six: Don, 16; Julie 14; Kay, 12; Roger, 12; Bobby, 10; Tabatha, 6.

Georgette was a mother and a great mother, a full-time mother. John made good money as a diesel mechanic at a large truck stop–a trucking megaplex on eighty acres where two major interstate highways crossed. This secure and stable job enabled Georgette to devote her life to raising their large family. She’d be quick to tell you that “mother” is a career if it’s done right.

Georgette had the look men ogled with a growing erection. When she was in her twenties, she was a cross between Mary Tyler Moore’s character on the Dick Van Dyke Show, Laura Petry, and Samantha from Bewitched. In manner and demeanor, she carried herself like Laura Petry–a dancer with feminine grace who wore form-fitting pants and blouses almost as a uniform, though she looked more like Samantha Stevens: blond and built.

As she matured, and bowed to John’s insistence that she wear only skirts and dresses, she looked strikingly like the sexy witch, Samantha. It was little Bobby that first saw her as Sam.

When she playfully made her nose twitch exactly the way Sam did, she became Sam from then on.

When her little girl was born, the baby’s name was unanimously forced on her–Tabatha. By then, Samantha Stevens and Georgette Stevens could be mistaken for twin sisters. Everyone called her Sam. Only the kids called her, Mom, but when they spoke of her, it was Sam. Likewise, Georgette called her mother, Mom, but referred to her as Endora in the company of others. They were Sam and Endora to everyone except offspring.

If John had one complaint about Georgette, it was her stubborn refusal to join him with a group of swingers he knew from work. The swingers were the white collar types with cushy jobs that involved no grease or busted knuckles. Getting a white shirt job was as easy as joining their swinging circle. Few grease monkeys were ever approached with an invitation, but John was approached weekly, and that was all due to his sexy wife.

Georgette was a frequent visitor to the truck center. While out doing her shopping, if she were nearby at lunch time, she’d stop and buy her husband a hot fast-food meal, then join him for lunch. After she’d stop by, John knew a white shirt would soon be along to corner him with more inducements. John was more than willing to share his sexy wife, and had done so many times in the past, but Georgette would not even discuss becoming a swinger.
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Betty’s Animal Farm pt. 3

        Stacy lay in Betty’s arms for several minutes head between her breasts and Betty tenderly petting the side of her face across her ear and into her hair with a dreamy smile on her face as if she was the one that had the orgasm. Soon Stacy lifted her head her eyes half closed face still sweated and red and a weak smile across her lips slithered into bed next to her new friend.

Oh god Betty I passed out at some point and started dreaming that I was at the beach and the waves were crashing all over me. Waves of really hot water splashing over me and rolling me around in the bubbly hot water, and the roar was deafening.” Stacy recounted dreamily as she drifted off to sleep.

She was awakened by Betty’s body jostling about next to her and as she opened her eyes she saw Betty and an older woman looking at her both with broad beaming smiles on their faces as her eyes focused she saw that the older woman was in some of the pictures down stares.

Stacy this is my mom her name is Sheila, mom this is my new friend Stacy.” Betty introduced.

Glad to finely meet you Betty has told me a lot about you Stacy.” She said warmly and then asked, How are you two doing”

They both chimed, Just fine really good.”

Much to Stacy’s amazement Sheila gave Betty what looked like a very passionate kiss; lip suck and bite to the dancing tongue in the mouth and when Sheila looked up she saw Stacy looking quite surprised she asked, Would you like a little kiss too”

As she lay there not knowing what to say Betty chimed in, Oh come on give mommy a little sugar Stacy it’s okay mommy likes it.”
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 Betty’s Animal Farm    Chapter 1

It won’t be long now Stacy.” Betty assured continuing, Soon you’ll see that adults, or people in general, tend to behave pretty much the same with their clothes off. I get horny just trying to guess what kind of action I’m going to see. Maybe a couple of women will go at it in the bedroom. I like to watch the wives engaging in Lesbianism, sometimes one or both will gush on other’s face. I like to watch hot fucking and sucking session’s period; ‘Girl on girl, boy on girl, girl with a dog.’”

Wait a minute,” Stacy interrupted somewhat distressed asking, You’ve seen these people doing it with dogs Betty”

Oh no just the women do it with the dogs; and boy do they get naaassty…!” Betty explained with an exaggerated hunching of her hips clearing any doubt for Stacy.

That sounds gross.” Stacy said wrinkling her nose as she unconsciously squeezed her clitoris. Stacy didn’t want to let Betty know that she has no real experience with sex or that she masturbates, even though she knows Betty does.

Maybe we’ll be lucky one of them will get it on with their dog, and you’ll see what I mean, ‘that really does make me wet my panties.’ Especially after he sinks that huge kno…” Betty paused not wanting to scare her new and innocent friend off, because she has plans for Stacy’s virginity. When he slips his cock into her cunt!” Betty said impishly, her voice breathy as she spoke turned and smiled warmly at Stacy adding, More likely two couples will be on that bed in matter of minutes!”

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 Better Than a Movie Pt. II

    Walking in the door after work, I find that Zeus, my mastiff, has greeted me at the door. I pat him on the head and take my clothes off as I head for the shower. Once there, I turn on the water and step under the hot, steamy water, letting it sluice down my body causing me to shiver.

Soaping up my body brings back images of what happened a couple nights ago. I slump against the wall remembering Zeus’s tongue making magic on my pussy as I watched the porno. A hand trailed to my pussy, which was now soaked with my juices, and mimicked Zeus’s mad thrusts into my pussy as he’d fucked me. It had been the best fuck of my life and it had been by a dog!

My thumb rubbed my clit as I finger fucked my pussy. My moans bringing Zeus into the bathroom to see what was going on. He sniffed the air and watched my hand at my pussy and I watched as his massive cock extended from its sheath and grew longer and thicker before my eyes. Licking my lips, I imagined sucking that massive cock, taking it down my throat and tasting his cum. This last thought finished me off to a trembling and moaning mess at the bottom of the tub as I violently came. Laying still on my back, I turn off the water with my foot and attempt to recover.

Meanwhile, Zeus is getting alarmed that I haven’t moved and steps into the tub, nuzzling me as if trying to wake me up. He moves down toward my legs when the impulse, too strong for me to ignore, takes me.

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 Better Than a Movie

         I walk in the door, still stressed from the week and depressed that it is a friday night and I don’t have a date. I put my stuff down in my bedroom and greet Zeus, my giant mastif who comes bounding into the room happy to see me. Zeus is a huge dog, about 150lbs and his head goes up to about halfway between my waist and shoulder. I scratch his tummy and take off my clothes and head for the shower.

I turn the water on and step under the hot, pulsing water. The water washes away the weeks stresses and I begin to relax. My muscles slowly untense and the weight of the world is lifted off my shoulders, and as the wash cloth passes over my nipples, I shiver, reminding me exactly how long it has been since I have had sex.

I step out of the shower and put on an old oversized shirt that hangs to midthigh. Still horny, I search for my porno videos and find my favorite one. The sight of big muscled men with huge dicks never fails to get my pussy steaming on more than one night it has helped me get to sleep.

I turn the movie on and sprawl against the headboard at the center of the bed one leg bent up and out a little bit. Zeus jumps up and lays on the edge of the bed and watches with me. Normally he is not allowed on the bed but right now I am too horny to care.

The movie comes on and I fast forward through the first few minutes until just before the first fuck scene comes on. Lazily, my hand strokes my thigh as I watch the actors strip each other. Unconciously, I pull my shirt up to my waist and lightly run my fingers over my dampening pussy, making contact with my clit just as I the movie shows the guy’s huge dick spearing in and out of the girl’s pussy.

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 Ballsie Fuckers

   Lucy said, “Honey, we have to talk. I did something pretty bizarre today, and it involves Sharon.”

“Something bizarre that involves Sharon? What did you do, make her Barbie Dolls anatomically correct?”

“Very funny. I wish it were that mild; besides, Sharon hasn’t played with Barbie dolls in years. Wayne, you’d better sit down and get a grip.”

Wayne sat at the table with his wife, Lucy, his face now taking on a serious countenance. “What is it, Lucy?”

Lucy took a deep breath, then said, “I jerked a man off in Sharon’s vagina.”

Wayne shot up from his chair, standing over Lucy. He shouted, “You did what?”

“It’s true, Wayne, but it’s not as bad as it sounds.”

Wayne took a deep breath and said, “If it’s not as bad as it sounds, I gotta hear this.”

Wayne retook his seat. Lucy sat up straight and said. “I took her for her first pelvic exam.”

“Oh no, Lucy. You didn’t take her to that quack twat doctor of yours, did you?”

“He’s not a quack. He’s a real doctor, and he’s my doctor. Why wouldn’t I take her to him?”

“Because she needs a real pelvic exam, not a finger-fucking, tittie-nibbling, clit-sucking game of Doctor and Nurse.”

“She got a real exam.”

“And a twat full of sperm, evidently.”

“All right, but that was partly my fault. I got caught up in what he was doing to her. Sharon was turned on like no thirteen-year- old girl ever was. Before I realized it, Dr. Langdon was stroking his naked cock and moving between her legs. The next thing I know, I’ve got him by the cock and I’m stroking it for him. The rest is history. It just sorta happened.”

“It just sorta happened? You never told me you were in the habit of playing with the doctor’s cock. You’ve been having an affair with him, too, haven’t you? He’s your god damn steady lover, isn’t he?”

“No he’s not. I don’t have a steady lover and don’t want one. The main reason I sleep around is for the variety. This was the first time he ever exposed himself. All I ever did with Dr. Langdon was lie still and let him get me off. That’s all he ever tried to do. I’ll tell you this much, though, if I’d ever seen his cock, I’d have begged him to fuck me. Furthermore, if he pulls that cock out on my next visit, I’m leaving that office with a messy pussy.”

“Is that supposed to be a threat?”

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