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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Aunt Joyce gets a big surprise

        As you will recall, I had seduced my favorite aunt into allowing me to fuck her.  In the first story I seduced my aunt joyce ,who at the time, was 58 years old.  She surely didn’t look like she was 58 years old; especially with her huge chest that didn’t convey any sagging at all, and her fabulous round butt of hers.  To me, her body was made for pure fucking and I was going to be the young nephew that tried that theory out.

As it turned out, after I got her in bed with me, she became obsessed with my dick and was wanting it in her all the time.  You have to remember that she had gone several years without any sex, so when she felt the experience of my large cock inside her, she about went wild- it felt so good to her waiting pussy.  After the first time, we began fucking like dogs- having sex anywhere we wanted to- whether on the sofa or in the car or in our bedroom.

During this time, aunt Joyce was staying with my Mom, so in order to have everything out in the open, we made it  so that my Mom knew about us.  I could tell that Mom wasn’t too thrilled about hearing us upstairs fucking to our hearts delight.  In fact, a couple of times, Mom became so horny that she joined in.  Considering that, then Mom had no right to criticize us for our own infidelities.
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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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A night at the Vet - pt 2

     The dogs had been pretty clam since I slammed the door, but as I started to compose myself and stopped the crying I noticed that the Sheppard got up from the corner he had been in and came over to me. I reached out and started to pet him. He came closer to me and started to lick my arm, then my neck and then my chest. I figured out he must be cleaning off the dried cum. I was not in the mood and pushed him away. He came back at me and this time put his head towards my pussy.

I looked at him and said I’m sorry, I lost it there for a while, but I am not letting you lick me anymore, I was wrong.” The dog tilted his head like he was listening to me. I reached out and scratched him behind his ears, and asked him to leave me alone. The Sheppard didn’t listen however and drove his head back towards my pussy. I pushed him away and said no”. He walked away and then behind me. I figured he got the message. The next thing I knew he had jumped up and had his feet on my shoulders from the back.

I tried to stand up, but couldn’t, he was pushing all his weight on me and his head was behind my head. He started to back, which scared the hell out of me. He started to rock and I couldnt figured out what he wanted me to do. Suddenly I felt my hair being pulled, hard. He had my hair in his mouth and was pulling me back. This wasn’t funny, it hurt. I tried to get up again and got myself on all fours to try to get up. That’s when I felt him humping. I then realized that he had been air humping behind me and that was why my head was being pulled back and forth a few moments before. I felt his doggie dick hitting my butt and started yelling for him to top.

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    Jessica Biel, superbabe – one of the most beautiful and perfectly formed young actresses working in Hollywood today. Despite her beauty she was alone. Not single, her partner was the singing superstar of pop Justin Timberlake, but he was out of town on tour. She couldn’t go with him because she was started a new movie the next day, but she missed him. She missed his jokes, she missed his private songs, but most of all she missed his cock. Timberlake was a great fuck – young, healthy, bags of energy and great looks, and when he went on tour she really missed him.

She had been sitting at home, alone, thinking of his cock, thinking of a good hard fucking, of unabandoned fucking – when she decided that she had to do more than just think…   She didn’t want to cheat on Justin with another guy – what they had was too special for that – so she knew she had to do something else. She thought about calling a girlfriend, seeing if they could get something on… But again, she felt that would be cheating. If she was going to fuck another girl, she’d far rather it was with Justin – a treat for him rather than a release for her.    She didn’t want to do it ‘behind his back’. She sat there wondering to herself, she didn’t just want to finger herself off, or go in the shower and play with the shower head like usual – no, she wanted something big and hard inside of her. She’d never had a shortage of men in her life, so she’d never felt the need to buy a dildo before – but by God she needed one now.

She jumped in her Porsche and headed down to the Hustler store for a look around to see what she could find. She looked along a huge rack of dildos and vibrators that filled half the store… Big ones, small ones, fat ones thin ones, strange ones, straight ones, ones for pussies, ones for assholes, ones for both… She considered them all. Some of them had raised veins, others had rabbit shaped protrusions, some had bumps all over, one even had little rubber spikes on it…

There was even one in the shape of a dog’s cock… 7 inches of pale plastic, fat in the middle, flat on the end, with little purple veins up and down it’s length… Ewwwwww! She thought. What kind of a girl would want to fuck a dildo shaped like a dog’s cock? That would suggest fantasies about fucking a real dog’s cock… Ewwwwwww!!
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  It was getting harder and harder to keep my secret. Dog’s don’t have secrets and that was one reason I was having trouble. Even with my little performance the other night my son-of-a-bitch husband probably had wondered, just a little, if there was “something going on with me.” Maybe my attitude was lighter. Living with him was a constant depression but my spirits had been lifted by my new companion and I’m sure it was evident.

Husband started coming home earlier–before 8 PM. One time he almost caught us in the act. Thank heaven his dog knot wasn’t stuck in me or we would have been discovered. We had been doing our usual coupling there in the living room. He was just finishing me off with a thorough licking. My cunt was aching for more and would have had it but just then the car door slammed. I was instant action. Into the closet for my housecoat. I was desperate to come some more but concentrated real hard on the task at hand.

“Home a little early?” I asked as he entered the side door. He just nodded, and looked around. The dog was looking at me and then him, that luxurious tongue in and out of his mouth, and then looking at me again, walking over. I turned away and went to pee and clean up. “That dog sure thinks you’re something, doesn’t he?” he asked. I shut the door, sat on the toilet, turned on the water in the sink and played with myself until I came. I needed that. Got cleaned up, flushed and back out for dinner.

“I think he wants a little of you again tonight,” he said. I started making salad. The macaroni was already simmering and we had a little meal. I wondered what was next. “I said, I think he wants a little.” I gave him a hard stare. Resisting the idea would fool him but my cunt was getting wet again. I couldn’t just say “Yeah, let’s do it” or he’d figure it out. I crossed my legs, giving myself a jolting in the pussy. “Want some more…macaroni?” I said not answering his suggestion. Coy was good. The son-of-a-bitch didn’t have a clue.

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But now I could hear mum reading him the riot act, and saying, if he didn’t escort me and my friend, that he wouldn’t be allowed out himself. As he passed my bedroom door once again, this time going back to his room, he said. You’d better be ready in 5 minutes, or else.

I hurriedly completed my face painting, to make sure I was ready before he had an excuse to leave me behind. I was dressed in a black very short witches dress, and hoop striped luminous woolly tights. Garry’s best buddy was Gordon, my friend June’s brother, he was the same age as Garry. So, as I would normally hang around with June, he would always be seen with Gordon. When I phoned June to make sure she was going to be ready in time, she said her mom wouldn’t let her go out. I explained that we’d be looked after by both our brothers, and she said she’d have another go at her mom.

I didn’t tell my mom that June had said she might not be able to go out, in-case she stopped me as well. We arrived at their house, and I could tell by the look on June’s face that she hadn’t been able to change her mom’s mind. So off I set on our nights Trick or Treating, me dressed as a witch, escorted by the two boys dressed as vampires. They made me walk in front of them, so it wasn’t as obvious that they were with me. Gordon had a torch, he was shining it in all directions, and he delighted in lighting-up my tights to make them glow every time a car was approaching us. After the initial sulking on their part, we were soon knocking on doors, and they were beginning to accept my company, without the continual moaning. We were all having fun and laughing and joking together.

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  Summer in Piccadilly is a hot affair, even the streets steam up after the sun rises. I was glad therefore to be in this little fish and chips shop enjoying my friends company as well as the air-conditioning when four nice married white ladies came in and sat at the next table. Now normally I wouldn’t be eavesdropping, but my ears perked up when this cute little blond starts complaining that she isn’t getting enough at ye old family estate by her wimp hubby.
“You should try shagging the help,” said the long haired brunette on her left, and all four ladies laughed at that, but then the woman continued in almost a whisper. “I tell you Yvette, if I were in your lucky shoes, married with money and bored, I’d be shanking that black Gardner you have.”
That got my undivided attention.
“Chris fired him last week for some silly little screw up,” Yvette whispered nervously, “and what is it with you and this black fantasy trip anyway?”
“See those men,” she obviously meant me and my friends, “I’ll make you a bet that there isn’t one of them under 8″ in length.”
“That’s ridiculous,” Yvette returned, “Chris is at least 6″ in length, and that’s as big as any man gets.”
“Any white man maybe,” replied the brunette under her breath, “so bet me then, I dare ya.”
By now my friends had become interested in the conversation at the next table as well, and all were turned looking at Yvette for her response, as were the women at her table.
“What’s the bet?” Yvette said sticking out her chin.
“Okay, if any of these guys are less than 8″ hard, I’ll be your slave for one month, do your errands what ever. Fair enough?”

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  Wanda stretched out on the floor bed like a she lion naked next to her sleeping brother Alex. Her mane of rust colored hair haloed about her pillow now, that went down to her buttocks when standing, falling in gentle curls, and waves, glimmered in the morning sun light coming in from her brother’s bedroom window. She noted with satisfaction how her nipples capped her taunt breasts like pop bottle caps, poking erect as she stretched lanquidly. At thirteen going on a year before her next birthday Wanda was glad to at last be rid of her inhibiting hymen. A wry smile crossing over her cum flaked lips as she looked down at the wilted prick of her brother flopped over his left thigh in sleep. She felt like such a cheap slut after seducing Alex into taking her virginity, but he had been more than her willing first sex partner in this, and she bent over letting her full heavy breasts carress his right thigh as she gave his cock one last unsisterly kiss before getting up out of his bed to sneak back to her own bedroom before their parents woke up. She found her purple see thru teddy, and matching thong panties puddled on the floor next to the bed, and put them on before quietly heading out the door.
Since it was a Saturday morning Wanda wasn’t too worried about her parents being up this early, but she didn’t take any chances either, and tip toed around Sparky, the family’s pet Rottwieler, spread out on the floor in front of their bedroom just the same. She got about two steps past their door before she heard the deep throaty moan come from the other side of the door, and stopped. That moan could only have come from her mother, and she only made that sound when having sex with Wanda’s father.

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Patricia’s no movie star, model, or centerfold. But she could be, what with her face and that body. Luckily for me she decided to become my wife instead. Not too tall, and not too short, and built like a dangerous S turn down a screaming mountain road, Patricia, or Trish as I call her, was a dedicated party girl, from the very moment she reached puberty, some have said.

Not being one who wished to cramp such a high spirited slut, and having inherited the wherewithall to keep her in a custom to which would give her the most freedom, to express her natuarl talents without barriers, or restrictions normally placed on wedded spouces, was probably the biggest advantage on my side of the marriage bargaining table. In fact she fucked my best man in the bridal chambers before the wedding, and gave blow jobs instead of kisses to the men who lined up to pay her a buck at the reception back in the men’s room. Since the buck they gave her was a fresh crisp new hundred dollar bill, I thought it most appropriate myself. Hell, my father even went back for seconds.
Not a shy bone exists in Trish, and when I suggested that she try on a few of the locals on our honeymoon in Hawaii she ended up getting gang banged in the pool at the Royal Hawaiian Hotel. That’s the swimming pool with the window connected to the basement cocktail lounge. And though no one in there saw her face they all oggled, belly up to the bar, as she took on no less than ten local men two at a time in both her tight pussy and ass in that lighted baby blue clorinated water just beyond the window behind the bar.

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      “Hey, look at that one,” Jerome said, pointing to one of the cheerleaders practicing in the field, “now that one could make any swinging dick stand up and cheer.”
“Nigger, you say that about every blonde,” Spike put in, chuckling, “but I’ll give you this, Kelly’s rape bait fo sure. Got a booty as tight and fine, and bouncey as you could ever want, and those titties of her’s be ripe enough to pluck a year ago.”
“Who you call’en Nigger, Nigger?” Jerome punched his friend playfully in the right shoulder. “And don’t go thinking you can rape that bitch and not get yo ass whipped by that twin big brother of hers either. That’s one white boy who be a real bad ass mutherfucker.”
“Yeah, Casey’s a screwy one alright. Got as many muscles as he do brains. Who’da ever thought, a jock football player/honor student? Hell, that ain’t natural.”
“Fuck that. What ain’t natural, is that hot ass bitch sister of his.”
“Yeah, what a dick teasing wet dream she turned out to be. Might be worth an ass whoop’en for a taste of some of that.”
“You know, maybe we can do it, and not get a whoop’en,” Jerome thought outloud, and for the first time in years, Spike was listening to him.
“What’s that you’re working on?” Asked Mr. Chumly, Casey’s science teacher.
“Something for my science project, sir,” Casey replied.
“Nothing explosive in those chemicals, is there?”
“No sir, take a look, it’s all in my notes here. I just need one thing. A hair folicale, and the formula will be complete.”
“I look forward to seeing the results Casey,” Mr. Chumly said, and as he walked out, added; “Just remember to close up on your way out son, and good luck.”

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The following short story deals with incest, bestiality, the corruption of minors, and as such it is suggested that if this type of reading offends you, please read no further. The story has been written to entertain, and titillate not influence anyone into following such anti-social behavior. The author in no way condones, or sympathizes with those who would even dare to molest children in this or any way. This account is solely for the purpose of entertaining intelligent, well adjusted adults in the privacy of their consensual, private, sexual endeavors, and nothing more.

To sum up in layman’s terms: This is a fantasy you fucking Morons, not real! It’s for getting your dick hard and jerking off to, and nothing more. Normal people don’t do these kinds of stupid things with kids, and neither should you! What you do with your pets now, is another matter, and none of my business, as long as you don’t harm them.
End summation: Nuff said, now start reading assholes!

At fifteen, going on sixteen years old, standing five foot nothing in her bare petite feet, measuring a solid 37C almost D -20-34, and not an ounce over 98lbs. blue eyed, brown hair to her dimpled ass Christine was the epitamy of the well known term; Jailbait. Jefferey, her step father, was already cleaning his hunting rifle everytime a boy stepped in his house by then, and trying his damnedest to hide his own cock’s troublesome hardons in the process whenever Christine came into sight dressed half naked like her mother did around the house in either panties and bra, or the skimpiest of French cut swimwear money could buy. Not that his wife Becky was any slouch in the body lushious department either at 30 years old, with almost the exact same build as Christine, but only two inches taller than her daughter, and a real honey colored blond goddess herself.

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   Like many black men these days I often get propositioned by husbands to do their wife’s at the oddest of times. Still, one of my most memorable times was while sitting in an airport waiting for my plane to arrive. Flight 702 to Tampa had been delayed twice already, and on the third go around I decided to grab myself a drink. I didn’t know it at the time but I was being followed, and shortly after my drink arrived I found myself sitting next to a middle aged white business man in a five hundred dollar suit. I’d noticed him waiting for the same flight, and we struck up a conversation.

He lived where I was heading for my vacation, and so we started with that, and somewhere between the first sip of my drink and the second sip of the round he paid for we got around to talking about his young wife and their unique life style, and a whole story unfolded, with a picture of her in a thong bikini for my collection no less……

My wife Nina and I have a 32 foot aluminum yacht that we play around on in the summer months. My name is Dennis by the way, and by playing around I mean that we are swingers afloat. Swinging was just something we both mutually agreed upon before getting married.

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   Being a pervert has it’s ups and downs. Take my wife for instance. Five foot two eyes of blue, raven black mane to mid back, nicely trimmed and bikini waxed pussy on a powerful 39D-21-34 tightly packed well stacked body, just made for fucking you might think, but, and what a lovely butt it is too, Kat has this one little problem. She can’t stand the idea of having sex with me. Oh don’t get me wrong, Kat loves sex, and she loves me, she just doesn’t like to have sex clutter up what to her is an otherwise perfect marriage arrangement, or at getting in the way of her lovers. The problem is, no other woman turns me on like Kat does, and there in lays my tail of tales. I’ve had to become a veritable peeping Tom at my own home, just to get any satisfaction, even if it is from watching her exploits as I jerk myself off.

Now right off, you might think I’m not very well endowed in the pecker department, but that’s just not the case here as I’ve got close to a foot of cock dangling to my knees. Maybe you would think that I’m some old coot, however I’m in my mid twenties, and just a year older than Kat is. Okay, so I’m no prince charming, but some women have called me cute other than my mother when she was alive, and I’m far from being poor, in fact, I’ve inherited the family fortune well in excess of hundreds of millions of dollars, and Kat comes from old money as well. So what’s the problem? I got caught fucking the brides maid on our wedding day, and if that weren’t bad enough, it was Kat’s cute younger honey blond sister Kitty. (I know, but their parents had a thing for felines, their older brother’s name is Tiger a redhead, who knew how far it would have went if they’d had more kids.)

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