As she entered the conversation, woman1 said, “I just love it when I make love to my dog. He always acts so innocent, but then his instincts kick in, and he fucks me up good. His hot pink cock just rams my pussy with utter savageness. My boyfriend loves to watch me get fucked by him too. I love it how the dog struggles to stick his cock deep in his bitch like he’s not going to get another chance. His balls were flopping on my cunt as they work so hard to pump me full of animal semen. Oh! I explode when he rams his knot into my cunt, and ties with me. He holds the warm cock deep inside me as he comes, thus claiming me as his bitch. A river of come flows out of my pussy as he pulls out with a loud pop. He licks up all my pussy juices along with his own. He runs of in the corner to clean his dirty cock, and then twenty minutes later he’s back for more.”

Julie adds, “Me and my dog have fun times like that too. It’s great to have one. My dog’s a great Dane, and he has one of the biggest dog cocks I’ve seen. When he sticks that shit in my pussy, there’s no escape. I can only wait until loads of hot cumshots are shot into my belly.”

Woman2 replies, “Wow, that’s great. I love to have sex with my dog too, but have you tried a horse? They’re hung! Everyday, I walk out to my barn naked and wake up the horses. I go under their belly, and I start rubbing their enormous testicules. He quivers and neighs at the touch.

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

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

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  She decided to read the ever so popular story of Helmut the dog. She quickly caught on that this was about animals on animals, but animals on humans! She shrieked, this is repulsive. Who would do such a thing? But she kept on watching. After the first story, she went on the the next, captivated. She was more and more interested. She was hooked. She eventually got to a very different story: How to have sex with your dog. She read it twice. Then an idea popped into her head. These stories had gotten her so wet. She wondered if this perverted act really felt so good. She wondered if she should try it. She started getting hot. She had to try it.

She called her dog Hulk into the room. She had named him that because his was so muscular. Dad thought chopping his balls off would turn him into a weakling. So we didn’t neuter him, and kept his hulk size. As Hulk walked into the room, she noticed in detail the thing she never seemed to notice. Hulk was a massive skinny dog, he had his manhood right in the open. Jane couldn’t believe it, his balls and dick were right in front of her. Hulk had massive testicules that hanged loosely of the sheath of his penis. Everytime he moved, his balls floped around. Jane was mesmorized.

She got Hulk to stand still in front of her. Following the stories actions, she took her left hand and palmed his balls. Hulk stopped, yelped, looked at Jane, and then he started to pant again. Jane was happy that the dog enjoyed this as much as her. She took her right hand and started to massage his balls. Hulk was panting happily away.

Soon she noticed, a red, slimy, tip of a cock poking out. She quickly turned her right hands attention on rubbing the sheathed member while still rubbing his balls.

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   Anyways, weekly her mom would come in, most time scantily clad, with nipples perky. She was always sweaty, and smelt odd. She had hay in her hair, and always scratched around her genitals.

I wanted to know what she was doing. So next time I came over, I told her I was going for a walk. Once outside, I ran to Charlie’s barn. I climbed up the sides and sat on the rafters, and waited….

I waited and waited but at last it came, Stephanie’s mother entered the barn.

“Hey Charlie!” she said in a high pitched voice, “I’m sorry, I don’t have time to ride you today, but you’ll get your fun.”
I wasn’t sure what she met, but the next thing I saw was shocking. Something was getting bigger and bigger under the horse’s belly, as if it was expecting something. I realized that this huge thing was its penis! I have never seend something so big. It also had two huge balls hanging behind it. It made me jealous.

She reached out, grabbed his cock, and started rubbing it inch by inch. I was getting turned on, but I chose to stay quiet. She knelt down, and placed her mouth on his enormous shaft. She licked around the penis head, then sucked a little on it. She kept rubbing the penis, while the horse made weird noises.

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   Jen turned to her friend and said “Yeah Heather what did ya expect roses and cherry blossoms?” Dr. Blake just smiled and told the girls to get serious as they had plenty of work ahead of them and some of it might be a bit unpleasant. Dr. Blake led the girls over to one of the stalls that housed a stallion called Thunder. He was jet black in color with a coat as sleek and bright as polished onyx.

“Ok girls let’s get to it, this is Thunder and we need to collect both a blood and urine samples from him.” “I’m going to show you how to draw the blood but I want you to get one of the plastic cups to catch some of his urine in when he pees.” I have rubber gloves in the kit there so you can put those on.” Instructed Dr. Blake.

The girls both looked at each other with sheepish grins wondering who would be the one to hold the cup as Dr. Blake began drawing the blood sample. The two girls gloved up and knelt down beneath Thunder gazing in awe at his massive penis. Heather asked Dr. Blake how soon she thought it would be before the horse decided to pee so they could get the sample. Dr. Blake told the girls that it might help to use the cleansing rag in the bucket of water by the stall to wash the animals penis as it should stimulate him enough to capture the sample.

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I kept Caroline over for an hour the following evening, and we finished up the last of the paper work just before she went home at six. That gave me a couple of hours to get ready to meet Henry over at Joey’s Dinner, and I made good use of that time by taking a bubble bath, and preparing myself with the things John had packed in my gym bag. Freshly shaved, bathed, and powdered, I put my makeup on extra thick, then pulled out the first item of clothing. It was a red satin quarter cup bra, that gave me plenty of cleavage, but only covered the lower quadrant of each breast leaving them mostly exposed, and the matching red satin garterbelt that came out next hung on my flaring hips like four inverted triangles looking extremely sluttish when the straps were connected to the sheer black Christian Dior nylons that only came up to just below mid thigh on my legs. The sheer white nylon thong seemed like an after thought, but when I put it on I realized immediately how whorish it made me look now as it didn’t match in color with anything else I had on. The lime green ankle strapped patten leather platform high heels did match the mini skirt, but the beige fish net T-shirt I put on under the patch work quilt like vest made my pussy itch with intolerable wanton lust as my bare nipples poked erect through the netting from the moment I put it on.

“Wow! What a fucking whore!” I said to my mirror image as I primped before gathering everything up, and after putting my work clothes in the gym bag, headed for Joey’s dinner.

• Gillian’s Makeover (Chapter 3)
• Gillian’s Makeover(Chapter 1)

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        The take over of Hetero Dyn Inc. by an African consortium had gone smoothly. At least so far. As Gary often told his wife Stacey at every breakfast before heading off to work these days.

“I’m pretty much in limbo,” the youthful 30 year old brown hair, blue eyed executive explained further, “they can’t pension me off because I’m too young, and they’re still unsure of which lower echelon personel to let go altogether without toppling everything asshole over teakettle in the process.”

“So where does this leave us, honey?” Asked the five years younger svelt, yet extremely buxom strawberry blond beauty right out of a Bay Watch sequeal.

“Well, I’m not really sure,” Gary replied finishing up his breakfast, “there is a position opening up, in fact it’s a vice presidency, and I have all of the qualifications for the job, as well as the experiance.”

“Then you think you’ve got a chance?”

“I didn’t say that,” he chuckled, and not with just a touch of sarcasm either, “I told you. Most of the new upper echelon people are very dark, in fact they’re either black men, or light complected women for the most part. I’m neither black, nor a woman, as you well know. I’m just very good at my job. I’ve put out a couple of feeler’s to other companies though, just the same, in case this doesn’t pan out for us.”

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   Dog cock pounded into every hole she owned, her body jerked back and forth, and sideways. Twisting, and turning her in every direction as they took their pleasure from her without concern for her own release. 20, 30, 50, a 100 different dogs used her for their enjoyment as if she were a racing car, or a spittoon, a mere object of no importance other than to dump their puppy making sperm into. And shame upon shame she had cum over, and over as they took her. Her pussy had surely torn, and she had to be bleeding from her ass as well with the over sized cocks of these intelligent alien hounds, and there seemed to be no end in sight. And then she spied a group of them leading a horse from earth towards her, just before passing out for the fourth time.

Renee woke up from her nightmare with a start, jerking up to a sitting position on her bed. Her beige Teddy, little more than a breath of sheer cloth, clinging to her sweat soaked flesh causing a chill to run through her as the air-conditioning slapped her wide awake. A quick look next to her confirmed that her husband Dale was still fast asleep snorting through his own dreams in dawn’s early light. The smile on his face made it plain that his dream was a hell of a lot more pleasurable than hers had been.
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