Calling Her Bluff Ch. 3   Cindy and I talked about what we should do for our next sexual fantasy. We decided to try and find a male dog to see what we could come up with!

We headed up to our trailed up north for the weekend. We went out to eat and dine for a while. When we got back to our trailer…luck was with us! We couldn’t believe it! There was a large Black Lab sitting by our trailer! We got out of the Jeep and walked over to him. Cindy said, “Check to see if it’s a male!” I bent over to look between his legs and sure shit! He had a cock and balls! “He sure is Hon!” I said.

Without saying another word to me, she opened the trailer and walked in. She turned to coax the dog into the trailer with her, but he was all ready running up the stairs! I looked around to see if anyone seen us, but the coast was clear! I ran up the steps next!

We closed and locked the door and made some strong drinks! “That should make us more brave!” I said to her. “Thanks, I’ll need it!” She said back. We did up the coke and took our clothes off. Cindy sat on the chair and I moved over to her and put my cock to her lips. She opened her mouth and sucked my hard cock into her soft lips. She sucked my cock in and out while I played with her tits. Then she said, “Come on…Let’s do something with the dog!” “What do you want to try?” I replied.

“Let’s look at his cock!” She said. We got on the floor and the dog came over and lay down by us. I scratched his head and behind the ears. Then I started to scratch his belly. As I did, his leg came up and he gave us good look at his fur covered cock and balls. He had a very large set of balls on him! I said to Cindy, “Let’s see if we can coax it out!” Then I reached over and grabbed the sheath and slowly pumped it back and forth. As I pumped on it, the pink cock started to come out the end and Cindy said, “Look at that! His doggy cock is coming out!” I was amazed at the size of it! His cock head was as big as mine! The more I pumped, the more came out.
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 Busted

   Caroline entered the house expecting to find her husband and two daughters huddled by the picture window still peeking through blinds. She saw only Becky, her oldest, but she was in the act of taking a seat on the sofa. Their eyes met and told Caroline all she needed to know. Becky had that I-saw-Mommy-kissin’-Santa look–a mischievous gleam. She thumbed through her Teen Magazine while trying to hold back a knowing smile.

Caroline had been busted, and she knew it. She also knew it was bound to happen sooner or later, now that she had to use Bonnie’s front door to come and go, wearing sexy clothes no less. Caroline was already resolved to let the chips fall where they may, knowing she’d get caught, be seen by neighbors, and become the grist for the neighborhood gossip mill. If the girls didn’t see, they’d eventually hear.

She knew she could not stay away from Bonnie, not now, anyway.

She fought back the impulse to tell Becky to wipe that stupid grin off her face and mind her own business, but was glad she held that in when fourteen-year-old Joann came bounding into the room, saying, “What’s so important that I have to see this, now? Oh, hi, Mom!”

Caroline squared her shoulders and brushed past Joann, saying, “You missed it, but I’m sure your snoopy sister will fill you in. Where’s your father?”

“I think he’s on the phone in the den.”

Caroline made for the den and met Richard as he was coming out. She was still in the living room. Joann had just taken a seat beside Becky. The girls were behind her to her left. Richard said, “Oops. Didn’t see you. Sweetheart, I have to go back to the office for a few hours. I’ll catch something to eat downtown. I’m going to leave the phone on the service. Was there something you needed?”
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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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 Britany, Linda and Maverick

Britany was a very pretty fifteen year old. She had shoulder length blonde hair and a slender build. Her main enjoyment in life was riding horses. She loved to ride and she competed in jumping competitions. She loved the way the horse felt between her legs as she gripped him tightly with her knees. She lived on a rural farm with her mother; her father had run off years ago. She was home alone when her mother worked and she spent her time swimming, when it was warm enough, or she played around some on the web.

She was surfing the web one day and she saw a link for a site about women and their horses. She had no idea what it was about so she clicked on the link. She was shocked when she saw the first picture of a woman stroking a horse’s massive cock. She knew she shouldn’t be looking at such pictures but she couldn’t make herself stop. As she looked at the pictures she could feel her pussy getting wet. She went from one picture to the next and she couldn’t believe women could fit something that big in their pussies. She got up and removed her bikini bottom and ran her fingers through the small amount of blonde hair on her pussy. She moaned as her fingers rubbed her clit then slid easily into her wet pussy. She rubbed herself as she clicked from one picture to the next. Then she stopped on a picture that made her mouth water; a woman was sucking a horse and he was cumming in her mouth. She felt her pussy grip her finger and she screamed as her whole body shook with a huge orgasm.

She spent the rest of the afternoon looking at the pictures and wondering how it would be to try it. She put her bikini bottom back on and went to the stable so she could feed and groom the horses. They had five horses, four mares and one stud named Maverick. She fed them and had brushed the mares. Now it was time to brush Maverick. She started brushing him and she noticed he was fidgeting a lot, he snorted and shook his head as the smell of her pussy filled his nose.
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Brian’s Tale    The front door crashing open brought me out of my daydream, Lois so near yet so far away. Another crash, the flash of mustard yellow and the sounds of sobs brought me back fully to reality. Fully opening my eyes I saw Meg, Lois’ daughter, back from marching practice in her uniform and laying on the floor sobbing after falling over the coffee table. “You alright Meg” I asked.
“I’m fine, just leave me alone” she sobbed.
Meg is a bit of a drama queen so this could be anything from something minor to a major crisis, I had better take it easy with her. “I can see that something is bothering you, anyone with half a brain can see that. Good thing your dad isn’t home then, Hey” I replied trying to cheer her up.
“You wouldn’t understand” she sobbed, “You’re just a dog”.
“Just a dog, yes, just a dog, and this is why I am sure I could understand” I said, sorrow tainting my voice.
“What do you mean” Meg asked between sniffles.
“To other dogs I am just a freak and so they avoid or ignore me, to humans I am just a dog, a pet only” I replied.
“I am sorry” Meg sniffled, “I did not realise”.
“Its ok Meg, I know you did not mean anything by what you said. It still stands though, tell what is bothering you” I replied.
“I can’t, where is mum” she asked.
“I am afraid the rest of the family have gone to the next town with your dad, something to do with Chris I believe. So why don’t you get off the floor, sit up here next to me and tell what is upsetting you” I offer.
With that I reach down and take Meg’s hand and slowly lift her up to sit her next to me on the lounge. As she is getting up off the floor I look down at her cute tear streaked face and realise just how much she looks like her mum Lois. Half way up she lets out another sob and sits back down on the floor with a thud onto her backside, nearly pulling me off the lounge as well. I look her over and can now see that she has been crying a lot with the front of her uniform damp from her tears and I could see that what ever it was that was upsetting her was something major, at least to her. Again I start pulling her up so she can sit next to me on and when she started to rise up again she spread her legs exposing her uniform bloomers. I could see from the stains on them that she had a “wee” accident also, but she did not seem to know this yet. Another drama to be unfolded at a later date. Will worry about that one when the time comes.

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BoxerThe house was quiet, the only noise came from upstairs as Tricia wandered about. She was preparing to go to bed, getting her pajamas on. She pulled her long dark hair up into a high pony tail, then slipped the thin brief t-shirt over her head. It barely covered the pert swells of her breasts. She wore as well, a silky pair of black panties, the thin strap of the panties rubbing between her aching pussy lips.

Her dark eyes flitted to the clock, she knew that soon Dylan would be back from walking their dog, Boxer. Boxer was a german sheppard, a very good loyal dog, and he enjoyed his nightly walks with his Master.

A relaxed smile creased her lips as she settled back on the bed, leaning against a small pile of pillows. She took the book which she was reading from the night stand and began to flip through it once more. Her free hand wandered the plane of her taut belly, fingers lapping at the bare skin there as her knees bent, heels pressing into the soft bed covers.

She tilted her head to the side, she heard the door open and close downstairs. She knew that Dylan was back and that Boxer would be bounding up the stairs any second now dragging the leash with him. She placed the book aside, laying it back on the night stand as she watched the door for the dog to enter.

It was a nightly ritual, Boxer would come upstairs, give her plenty of kisses then Dylan would usher the dog downstairs so they could sleep in peace. She swung her legs over the side of the bed, hearing the scuttle of dog nails against the hardwood floor she knew that Boxer was on his way.
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Bored one day    i woke up and glanced over at the clock, it said 12:10 and i then realised i had overslept. I was susposed to be going out with my mum n dad for the day.

i got up at stolled down stairs, on the side was a note that read “your still fast asleep still, i told you if u wanted to come you should be up and ready! see you after 6pm. and please walk the dog! thank you. x x”

typical of my parents, but not much i can do now. i made some breakfast and watched some tv, but i soon got bored of this. i dithered around not knowing what to do. flicking through a catalog i jotted a few things down that i like, as my 15th birthday is next week. after this not knowing what to do i went back up to my room and collapsed back on my bed. bored out of my mind :o(

i lay there staring at the celing, things running through my head. what homework ive got that i cant be bothered to do, school tomora, then about this boy steve that i have a mad crush on. i have his number and thought of txting him but we are only friends. i began to fantasize about what i like him to do to me, knowing i have a free house the whole day.

how i wish he would come round and tell me how much he likes me and wants to be with me, and my first time being so nice. i wouldnt necesaliry want to sleep with him on the first day as i wouldnt want to be known as a slag but after seeing some soft porn the other week i keep thinking about how much i need sex etc.

i feel myself getting wet thinking about it, so horny i slide my hand down my pajama bottoms, softly rubbin gmy clit, feels so good i slide a finger in to my pussy, feels so wet. i had played with myself before but today im so wet and horny. rubbing my clit harder and faster its starting to feel better and better. i cant help but moan, i squeeze in another finger to my tight pussy. it kinda hurts abit but the feeling of pleasure is more, i can feel myself loosening up and my fingers move in and out easyer and easyer.

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Bonding TabathaOnce upon a time, in a land of many freeways, a mother passed away and another took her place–real fast.

Dorothy drove the car while Craig organized his briefcase on the seat between them. Los Angeles International Airport was ten minutes away. They were early, so she didn’t fight the freeway traffic; instead, she fought her nerves.

“Craig, I don’t like this. I don’t like this one bit. You can’t leave me alone with those kids this soon, especially not for two whole days.”

“What are you talking about, Dorothy? You’ve already got those boys calling you Mommy. I can’t believe a fifteen-year-old girl has you all tied in knots.”

“Damnit, Craig, she knows. Having me move in right after we scattered her mother’s ashes was a big mistake. Having me do the scattering in front of those kids was sick. It was stupid, just plain stupid. I think you want to get caught. I think you’re one of those criminals who commits a crime, then subconsciously leave clues so you can be brought to justice. I’m not that way, and I don’t like playing this dangerous game.”

“Relax, will ya? I’m not trying to get caught. The plan worked. No one outside the family suspects foul play. She got sick and her heart gave out. The insurance company paid the death claim. Her ashes are spread to the four winds. We can’t get caught regardless of anyone’s suspicions. The wicked witch is dead, Dorothy, and as far as the kids are concerned, you get all the credit.”

“Bullshit, I get all the blame.”

“Credit, Dorothy. I staged that performance so the shock factor will work on thier minds. When the shock wears off, they’ll see you as the hero. I know my kids, Dorothy. Don’t let their sad faces and tears fool you. The bitch was not loved. We’ll, maybe Tabatha loved her in a sentimental way, but she made Tabatha’s life hell, too. Can you imagine a girl with a cute body like Tabatha’s having to live and dress like a cloistered nun? She’s itching to show us her stuff, and she’ll have you to thank when she finally comes around. She’s weakening; I can tell.”

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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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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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 Be Careful What You Wish For Ch. 2

    It had been almost a week since Linda’s abduction and rape and the memories of it still haunted her, yet excited her as well. Never in her wildest dreams would she have consented to the things her abductors had made her do, but yet, that’s what had excited her the most. Even their “insurance” had turned out to be just a little pleasurable, though the scratches from the dog’s nails had taken several days to heal and it kind of excited her that it was on tape. She wondered if the couple sat and watched the tape of that night and thinking that they did, got her very hot, she almost wished that that night hadn’t happened, but a part of her did not regret it.

She had gone to work and acted like the whole incident had never happened to the rest of the world, but secretly, alone in bed, she would think of it and even masturbate to the images in her head until she came before falling asleep.

Mary had never mentioned her rape fantasy again and they both went on with their friendship as though that conversation had never come up. It was a Friday night, and it having been a hectic week, she decided to stay in and watch a movie on TV when she heard a knock at her door. Turning down the TV, she put on her slippers and walked to the door, asking who was there, and hearing “Western Union, Ma’am. I have an urgent telegram,” and she unbolted the door, but as she cracked it open, a crash sent her sprawling on the floor as it was pushed open by the man who had abducted her.

The fear in her eyes must have been evident, as he grabbed her by the throat and sat on her abdomen, her hands struggling to loosen his grip, “Hello Bitch!!” he said, “Didn’t think I could find you, huh?” and she began to tremble, but yet, get excited as well as she remembered his hard cock. “I’m going to let go of your throat now, if you scream, I’ll kill you-simple,” and he released his hand on her throat and she looked to see his girlfriend closing the door behind her as she came in, “See Baby, told you, no problem. She missed us,” and he snickered.
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Bastard Maker    My husband and I have endured numerous re-locations with his job. He opens new territories for his company. We have been married for sixteen years and have seven children; girl 2; girl 4; girl 6; boy, 8; boy 11; girl 13, boy 15. As you can see, they are evenly spaced.

Each was born in a different area of the country. In addition, each has a different father. My husband has good reason to doubt that any are his, though he has never confronted me with his suspicions.

The reason is simple. During our entire marriage, Mark has used condoms when we make love. For most of our marriage, I have had a lover on the side, at least one in every area we lived. I never ask my lovers to use protection. Mark is well aware that I take a lover. He doesn’t ask questions, and I offer no answers. Cheating is something I do, and he has learned to live with my infidelity and accept the consequences as a fact of life. I adore being pregnant, especially by another man’s child.

I get a rush by handing my husband the newborn child, christened after the real father, my current lover, a name well-known to my husband and kids.

Aside from that, we have a loving relationship and enjoy having a big family. He makes good money. We do many things together.

The children are good kids. Everything is fine so long as I can sneak away from time to time and fuck my brains out. Extra-marital sex is my pressure relief valve. An adulterous pregnancy is a fringe benefit.

When we moved to Houston, I immediately began prowling the area for a potential lover and father for our eighth child. I prefer married professionals who can treat me right and have more to lose than me if they start trouble or want to get serious. It took four months, but I finally found him in one of Mark’s coworkers, a man named Brian. I try to avoid men who know Mark, and I’d always made it a rule never to go after a company man. Brian was just too damned perfect. Besides being brutally handsome, he is bright, witty, cultured, and well-hung. Those combinations I can not resist.

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BARBIE    Three months ago, I was your everyday housewife and mother of three–two boys, Phil, 15; Joey, 13; and a girl of twelve, Sandy. My husband, Maxwell Blake, is a big-shot attorney with the DA’s office. Cheating on Max never entered my mind, and probably never would have had we not moved across the street from Staci and Joe. I was so straight, if I masturbated more than once a month, I felt guilty.

The life of a housewife with all kids in school is boring to the extreme. Staci ended my boredom and made me what I am today. I freely admit I am a sex junkie, a whore, a slut. Sex is all I think about, and no perversion turns me off. I want my sex down and dirty, filthy and disgusting.

In fantasy, I wanted everyone to know the new me. In reality, I didn’t want to advertise that fact, but I had no desire to reverse the self-destructive course Staci had me on.

I was like the junkie that knows where the addiction will lead, but doesn’t want help. I feared my sexual addiction would virtually destroy my marriage. I’d lose my children and possibly wind up in prison. I couldn’t help that. The risks outweighed the consequences, because the sex was that good.

I love Staci for what she’s done. She took her time with me, got to know me, inside and out, then began her expert manipulations that led me to where I am now. The journey has been a long and difficult one for me, but nothing worthwhile comes easy as my father would say. Eight months of patient prodding has paid off for both me and Staci.

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 Banged by Buster

   Bri waited until her parents had gone down the driveway and drove out of sight before running back upstairs. They were going to Vermont for their anniversary, and she had the house to herself for the weekend. She was eager for time alone so she could experiment without getting interrupted.

At fourteen, Bri was just discovering masturbation. She had had no idea it existed until reading about it on a sex site. Bri’s mom was too uptight and prudeish to talk to her daughter about the birds and the bees, so finally she had taken sex education into her own hands. So far, Bri mused, she had learned that you called your vagina a pussy, and the little feel good button at the top was called a clit.

Once in her room she hastily undressed and layed down on her bed. Buster, her bulldog, looked up at her from his spot on the rug. He wuffed softly. Bri ignored him and spread her legs wide. She stuck her finger in her mouth, wanting to get it wet. This, she had learned, was called lubrication. Once ready she started to gently rub the tiny nubbin of flesh. She jerked at the wet friction and moaned a little at the pleasure. She rubbed slowly at first, using her other hand to tease her nipples, then sped up when she felt she had the hang of it. She felt herself come to the edge of an orgasm, but the feeling went away as soon as it had started. “Christ!” she muttered, and sat up on her bed.

“I almost had it,” she said to Buster. He got up from his rug, walked over, and got a whiff of her dripping pussy. Immediately his nose and tongue were all over her tiny cunt, licking furiously. Bri’s attempts to push him off were soon forsaken as pleasure overswept her. She fell back on her bed and started thrusting her hips at Buster’s snout, moaning and panting. His huge tongue swept her pussy over and over, the tip touching her clit each time.
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 Baby Bambi

    I sympathised with my daughter, Candy. Her father was way too restrictive with her. She was fifteen, and boys were asking her on dates. I understood John’s point and shared his concerns as well. Candy wasn’t ready to make mature decisions about her body, sex, and picking what boys were good and which ones were not. Candy is a sweet kid. We named her right, but she has no idea how sweet she looks to the opposite sex.

Candy still has a child’s frame, but a woman’s body has grown on it. She has full size breasts, a tiny waist, and full hips; the classic female hour glass, only scaled down. She stands four foot ten inches, weighs eighty-eight pounds, and measures thirty-two, sixteen, thirty-one. Those would be respectible measurements on a full-sized woman like me, but on Candy, they look positively voluptuous. With her full mane of auburn hair, big green eyes, and pearly white smile, she has no idea how sexy she looks.

She’s not exactly an airhead, but she’s no Rhode’s scholar either. Gullible, naive, easily led, easily influenced, and overly-trusting do come to mind. She adores male attention and sucks up compliments like an industrial shop vac. Candy doesn’t know how to play the game, and I can’t bring myself to talk about back seat ball games. I still haven’t told her about the birds and bees. The right guy, saying the right lines, could round the bases and slide into home with his first time at bat.

She needs a big sister, or a father who doesn’t break out in sweats around her. It’s not the sweats so much, it’s the erection he gets that causes the sweats. Candy has noticed his problem.

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Aunt Joyce can’t get enough of Pounder

   As we last left my Aunt Joyce, she had just been fucked by me (her Nephew Chuck- that’s me) and then by our neighbor’s dog (Pounder).

Up until that episode with Pounder, we had been fucking like dogs; having sex anywhere we felt like it- whether it was on the living room floor, on the kitchen table, in the garage, or in our back yard on the soft green grass.  There was one thing that would make my sex life complete and that was to see her being fucked by a dog.  I don’t know why that was such a turn-on, but each time that I would be fucking her, I could just visualize a dog, with his rapid- fire lungings, ramming his big, hard cock all the way inside Aunt Joyce’s swollen cunt.  I became obsessed with the idea of watching her being taken by this type of animal, and hearing her scream as she was being ejaculated into by the dog’s hot cum.

When we were upstairs in our room that night and Pounder trotted up the steps, and came into our room- I thought that this was my chance for my fantasy to come true.  If I could get her so sexed up that she would not realize what was happening, then I could get Pounder to take over and finish the fucking.

As it turned out, I was giving Aunt Joyce a royal fucking from behind, she started to shake and tremble.  I knew that now was the time to move my plan into actuality.  So, I patted my leg for Pounder to jump up on the bed and take my place.  As soon as I pulled out of her, Pounder began ramming her pussy like there was no tomorrow.

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Animal Farm Chap2
   I heard the clip of hooves on concrete before I opened my eyes. The sound of it made my heart stutter in my chest. Surely, they didn’t expect something else to fuck me again so soon
I felt the hands slide out of my two orifices and breathed a sigh of relief. Then came the slow dribble of dog semen and male cum.
When something sniffed at me, I gathered up the energy to turn my head and look behind me. I think my eyes popped wide, nearly bugging out of my head, if the laughter was anything to go by.
Benjamin stood over me, a long thick pole in one hand (literally, not metaphorically) and a chunk of rope in the other. On the end of the rope was a very large, very aroused boar.
“Holy shit!” The sight of that gaping mouth and the sharp incisors fuelled my energy levels from zero to rocket. I scrambled to my feet and leaped toward Ryan, trusting him to protect me from the beast.
Rhianna laughed her tinkle laugh and leaned down to stroke her hands over the wiry hair of the boar’s sides. He hunched his hips as she crouched and began to stroke his sheath firmly. “I’d like you to meet Dojo. He’s very friendly, and harmless unless you try to get between him and his sow during mating.”
I took another step back, just in case. “Does he bite during…when he…”
Ben looked at me quietly, with those beautiful eyes that had held me fast even as he fucked me, and smiled. “We fasten a ‘bit’ in his mouth when he’s covering. It stops him from being able to close his mouth fully. But he isn’t for you today.”
I blinked. “He’s not” Oh, thank God!
“No.” Something of the relief on my face must have shown through, because he grinned and cast those eyes on Ryan. “Ready to have your anal passage explored, Ry”
My lover’s face blanched so quickly I thought he was about to pass out. I grabbed hold of his arm, ready to steady him if he went down. His eyes locked on the boar, and the long cock Rhianna was busy manhandling.
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 All Story from my friend

     Came across this site by accident! and have a real story to tell, I haven’t ever told anyone this. Never done this before so bear with me. This all happened a long time ago in the seventies, we were just 19 and had moved into a flat in London my girlfriend Pam worked for a record company and I worked at a printers, we were working hippies, and we both looked good, she was slim with long blond hair which had green and blue streaks in it, I had long black curly hair right down my back those were the days, we only had two rooms and slept on a mattress in the front room thinking we were cool,

We were looking after a friends dog for a while a mongrel a big powerful black dog, it was Saturday night and we were drinking and smoking substances as you did then, and we were daring each other to do stupid things you know the sort of thing stand naked in the widow for five seconds, we were naked on the mattress when the dog came over and sniffed between her legs, I laughed and dared her to touch his cock she said no, but I said a dare is a dare and I wont tell anyone.

Well I knew she had a thing about dogs she had told me a story about when she was thirteen and was baby sitting for a couple, they had a dog and it would not leave her alone it kept trying to hump her she had to get behind a chair at one point, anyway she bathed the child and put it to bed and then decided to have a bath she came into the front room in a dressing gown to dry her hair by the fire and the dog

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Alexis meets Hue.

She makes her way in through the crowd, there was stale smoke lingering in the air, the music and the buzz of the large crowd was really all she could hear for now. She decided to find somewhere quieter, not ever being one for wild parties.

Hue the dog was sniffing along towards the noisy home, he smelled the party food. he began to look for a way in, he went around back and up onto the empty patio, he began to sneak in through the open back door.

Alexis was headed through the door that lead out to the patio, when she did so, a small and adorable dog headed inside.
She paused her footsteps looking down at it, she thought it was the cutest thing she had ever seen!
“Hello there” she smiled as she spoke softly to him

Hue froze in his tracks, not wanting to be seen, but it was too late, he took a step back and tilted his head, wondering if she’d tell anyone else..

She quirked a brow as the little creature seemed afraid.
“It’s okay little one” she tried to reassure him, and continued to hold the door, standing where she was so that she would not startle him.

“Hmm… come over here..”he said suddenly and sat where he stood,”I do not like crowds of people…”

She looked surprised as the adorable one spoke, she blinked once and then smiled a bit. “I dont like crowds either” She took two small steps to where he sat, letting the door close behind them, they would be now in the kitchen. Steams of people poured in and around them, holding a conversation would be nearly impossible.
“Shall we go someplace a little more… quiet” She asked Hue in a soft tone only for his ears, which she assumed were sensitive.

“Yes, please, lead the way if you would… What’s your name”he asked as he rose up to his feet. His ears could handle normal speech, but nothing too much louder.
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