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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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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 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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Broke in young boy   It happened while I was on holiday with some friends a few years back in Spain.

We where all keen to get there and get laid. Things didn’t go to well at first as we where so young.

We ended up going out and getting drunk doing the yousel type stuff you do at 17. I got bored of in then end and wondered off myself and ended up in a bar by myself.

As I sat there getting drunk I was approached by an older couple who I started chatting to me. They bought some drinks and we started to get along real well. They told me that they had retired early after making a good living in France.

It was pretty clear that the lady whose name was sandrean was pretty keen on me and this made me nervous as her husband was right there with us.

She must have picked up on this as she leaned closer and told me that it was ok that it turned him on and that she would love to take me back to there villa and fuck me.

Her husband jean herd all this and in a thick French accent told me that it turned him on to watch his wife get fucked by young guys.

I was a bit weary at first but soon warmed to the idea after a few drinks. Not to much later we where pulling up to the gates of a nice villa with a beautiful pool out side.

As the gates opened and we went through the gate a large Pyrenees mountain dog appeared and ran over to great them lovingly. I thought no more of this and went in side.
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 Britney and the Beast

    Friends and family told me that I was too young when I got married to my husband Rob. I had just turned 23 years old and we had not dated that long, but he was by far the best guy I’ve ever dated and I loved him, so when he proposed I said yes. I’m a very attractive brunette with big firm d-cup breasts, a thin waist with a flat stomach, a round tight ass and long legs. I have a strong sex drive and always had guys hitting on me; so getting laid was never a problem. I have fucked more guys than I’d like to admit and I think that played in my decision to get married, but I’m ashamed to admit getting married didn’t stop me from fucking other guys.

Rob had a similar sex drive as me, he always wanted to fuck me and even though his cock size was average at best he made up for that by being great at oral sex. Plus he didn’t mind going down on me after he fucked me if I didn’t cum. I always loved the fact he would eat my pussy even if he had just filled it with his cum!  It turned out Rob was into very kinky things even if he came off as quite normal. He loved masturbation, both watching me and performing for me. He liked me to dress up like a schoolgirl and pretend his was my teacher, then he spank me and fuck me. He also loved me to give him rim-jobs and always wanted to fuck me in my ass. I’m submissive by natural and wanted to please my husband, so I often went along with any of his requests.

Rob always asked me about my prior sexual experiences or fantasies and I’d always try to make myself out to be innocent. I often wondered what he would think if he knew how many guys fucked his young wife. One day I found out Rob had a little secret himself. We were married only a month when I came across a movie he had saved on the computer. It was a pretty girl with a nice body, she was no more than 18 or 19 years old, she got naked and then sucked a horse’s cock! I was completely shocked! I watched the entire blowjob, which lasted twenty minutes and ended with the horse ejaculating all over the girl. I couldn’t believe Rob was into something like this and I didn’t know if I should bring it up. Over the next couple of weeks I couldn’t get the image of the girl sucking on that huge horse cock out of my head. I watched the movie whenever I was home alone and found myself getting turned on by it. Eventually I wound up touching myself when I’d watch it.
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Bound for Glory     Annabelle Maryweather pulled her daughter along the busy train station platform, searching for car number nine. To her, the Great Depression appeared to be a boon to train travel. Everyone seemed to be going somewhere, and going by train. “My Lord, I’ve never seen Clairmont Station so busy. There it is, Catherine, hurry.”

“Mother, we’re not late. Please, stop pulling. I can’t run in these stupid shoes.”

“I want to see you properly settled. This is a big step for a young lady of fifteen, going all the way across the country by herself. Someone will need to look after you, and the Lord will provide. We have to give Him some time, though. I’m sure the good Lord doesn’t like being rushed anymore than you do.”

“I don’t see why I have to have someone looking after me. I can look after myself. I’m not a child, Mother.”

“You are a child until I say you’re not, or until you have one, and that won’t happen until I say. Keep moving your feet, not your mouth.”

One minute later, they were inside car nine, looking for compartment six. People crowded the aisle that ran along the right side, going in and coming out of rooms that could accommodate six passengers. Annabelle forced her way along, dragging Catherine behind her. “Here we are.” She opened the door, looked in, and saw two men seated in the room. “Excuse me.”

She stopped the conductor and said, “I’m afraid there’s been a mistake. My fifteen-year-old daughter, Catherine Maryweather, is traveling alone to Sacremento, California. I specifically requested a women’s berth. Number six is a man’s compartment. That simply won’t do.”
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Bolt

   Bolt waited patiently inside his trailer for his human, Penny. Just looking at the pretween turned him on. She has small tits, nice ass and pretty nice pussy. He had seen her naked tons of times well she was getting changed. His cock slid out at as he saw the door open.

“Bolt!” Penny said as he jumped up on her. She looked at his underbelly and saw his cock. “What is that doing out” she said.

Penny had masturbated a lot in front of Bolt. He panted as he watched her finger slide in and out of her pussy.

Penny was turned on by the site of his cock and said to him “are you hungry Bolt I’ve got some nice, tasty pussy if you want some”

She took off all her clothes and nelt in front of Bolt. Instantly, Bolt started licking her pussy. Penny told him to stop and reached around and started stroking Bolts cock.

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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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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 pt. 2
     Stacy found her way through the dimly lit house to her bedroom as she passed her parents she could see they were sleeping so the coast was clear and a feeling of relief swept over her as she slinked into her room stripped out of her wet pants and panties then slipped into her flannel nightie and then slipped into bed opting to shower in the morning rather than chance waking mom and dad, but mostly she wanted to savor her new tastes and smells as she held the glazed wetness on her panties next to her nose.

Her sleep was both fitful and restful as the images of the day and it’s bizarre unfolding raced through her mind as well as the words of her new friend echoed, first the image of a lurid smile beaming from her face while braying like a mule, Jacking two off at the same time is really great!” While Stacy dozed she could see her new friend pumping on them until those two stiff dicks started squirting!

Then the feeling of hot cum pooling on her belly at the same time it pooled on Betty’s! Stacy could see herself watching, panting, and drooling while the two faceless boys ejaculated all over Betty’s flat belly grunting and laughing licentiously.

She tried to wake and stay asleep at the same time then her thoughts drifted to what they talked about between their voyeuring, I still find it difficult to believe that those four people are married, but not to each other” Echoed in Stacy mind sounding quite puzzled adding, Did I say that right Anyhow, you know what I mean.” And then with alarming suddenness a woman tackled her from behind while holding her down started yelling, Come and get her while she’s hot! She is really hot!” Stacy struggled only briefly as she found herself eagerly waiting with her legs parted and eyes closed.

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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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 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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 Bandit’s knot for me.

   Let me tell you about myself right off. My name is Daisy. (my dad says it’s because I reminded him a flower when I was born) I’m not to hip on it, but, what are ya gonna do Mid twenties (+-) and out on my own since college. 5′ 7”, 130 pounds, light brown hair, 36C, 26, 36. I’m doing OK in the looks department. Bi, so is my ‘boy’friend, Alex. Lately, though, he seemed to like the dick more than he liked me. There ya have it.

I met my friend, Susan, when I was in college. She always had her own place, while I was in the dorm. Her and I had hooked up on many occasions when the pickin’s weren’t so hot on the local scene. She had the sweetest tasting pussy.

She had always talked about getting a dog as she had had one growing up. I didn’t know poop from dogs and was a little interested as it seemed to be always on her mind. I like animals, but was never able to have one. We would talk, and I would find things out about raising them from pups, how to make them obey commands and what-not. During our senior year, Susan acquired a male Bull Mastiff/Great Dane mix as a pup, Bandit. Since I was around the house quit a bit, Bandit and I got to be pretty good friends. Susan taught me how to control him when we would go for walks, the commands she used, how the leash was a tool, along with gentle words to keep him calm. I was learning a lot with her guidance. As he grew up, I was amazed at his size.

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 Bad Dog

    After a day of work, I felt like a shower. My face needed to get its makeup off. So, naturally, I went to get one. It only took 5 minutes or so. However, that night I was extremely horny, so I started fingering myself. Harder and harder I went, until I finally had a small orgasm.

“Ohhh,” I moaned. It felt good to masturbate when I was SO horny. At that , I washed off my cunt, along with the rest of my body, and toweled myself off.

I stepped out of the shower, rapping the towel around me. My hair was all over the place, and was dripping wet. I walked into my bedroom, still in my towel.

I stopped dead in my tracks. There was Rover, his big pink tounge hanging out of his mouth. I had completely forgot that he was there.

“Hey boy,” I said casually. I extended my hand for him to sniff, as I was tought you should always do with dogs. Rover ran towards me gleefully. Suddenly, he also stopped dead in his tracks. Rover sniffed. He started at my feet, then worked his way up my legs to my cunt. He stuck his head under the towel, and kept sniffing.

“Rover, no!” I scolded him. He growled in return. I backed off. I figured he stop sniffing in a matter of minutes.
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