Caught by my twin, then taught her how.

        I was home alone one day (which is rare since I have a twin sister I share my room with, a younger brother, and then my father) so I decided to look up some nasty porn online.  I was only 15 at the time but already I was into some dirty dirty things.  My sister and I started having incestuous lesbian sex together 2 years before, and just a couple months ago decided together to seduce our brother (his 14th birthday present).

Our dog thunder was in my room with wasn’t anything new plus he would let me know if anyone came home while I was distracted (like with masturbation).  Well wouldn’t you know it, i happened across some animal porn and began to get rather excited seeing women getting fucked by dogs and horses.

My pussy was almost dripping when I finally took off my sweat pants and panties and began to play with myself to a video of a big german shephard fucking a skinny little thing of a girl with his big red cock.  I was so into this that I didn’t notice Thunder( a german shephard) get up and come over to me to check out the new smell in the room.  All of a sudden I felt his tongue on my pussy and I had an immediate orgasm.  My mind went to one place and one place only, I HAD TO TRY THIS.  I got out of my chair and then got down on my hand and knees then turned my head to watch Thunder.  His cock was sticking out of his sheath about 4 inches and it looked nice and thick.

He bagan licking my pussy from behind and OH MY GOD it was so hot the way his tongue actually went inside my pussy and then continued on up to finish by licking my asshole.  I quickly looked at my bedside alarm clock taking note that its still 2 hours before my sister is due home from school (i faked being sick to skip), a good 3 hours before my brother gets home and about 3 and a half before dad would, I was in the clear.

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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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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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Birds and Bees Phase Two     Emily Drew placed the car in park, then turned to her fifteen-year-old daughter, Darlene and said, “Don’t you just love the property in the fall. The colors scream out and it’s so peaceful with no one here.”

“Yeah, but the pond sure doesn’t look inviting with all that leafy crud on it. I sure don’t feel like swimming. So, are you going to tell me, now, why we drove all the way out here to talk.”

“Yes. This won’t be easy for me, Darlene. We have to have that talk all mothers dread and most avoid.”

“We already had that talk last year.”

“No, I’m talking about Birds and Bees Part II.”

“There’s a part two?”

“I’m afraid so, and it’s a doozie. Like I said, most mothers never get started. I was trying to put it off until your sixteenth birthday. When we bumped into each other in the hall after you came from the shower, I knew we needed to talk right away. You have truly blossomed in the past year. You’re now a fully fledged woman, and your breasts are almost as big as mine.

I think you’re ready for a C-cup.”

Darlene turned seven shades of red and said, “God, that was so embarrassing. I thought no one was home. I heard your car leave.”
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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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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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All Over Red Rover

In the past, Peter_Pan has steadfastly refused to encroach on the subject of bestiality. It is a genre I personally find without any sexual merit, implicitly droll as well as being completely demeaning to the female fraternity.

Having said that however, a chance conversation with a young lady this week and I stress, she is a teenage girl of impeccable pedigree and diligence, fully catalysed my thoughts on this arguably sordid topic.

Her experience, recounted with neither regret nor embarrassment fully shocked me, but at the same time opened my eyes to the possibility that such an eventuality, whilst hardly a domestic ritual may perhaps occur with a greater frequency than we are led to believe.

    This is Sophie’s story.

Like millions of young girls worldwide, the last thing Sophie felt like doing was getting out of bed – let alone going to school. Bed was safety, comfort, warmth – the surrogate womb if you will. It was a place to dream of growing-up, of future romance and of late, somewhere to caress her developing body with not a little TLC. At fifteen now, masturbation had become as frequent an event in her life as flossing those pretty teeth.

If there is anything measurably sexier than a cute young schoolgirl first thing in the morning winging her way to the bathroom just moments after she’s woken up, I can’t immediately nominate it. Tousled hair flopping across her shoulders as she rubs the sleep from her eyes. Youthful figure barely concealed by that semi-transparent nightdress that seems to cling to everything it shouldn’t. And remember, I have three daughters!
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Academy Girls   If Adrian McGuire was confused and upset, fourteen-year-old Stacy and thirteen-year-old Theresa were more so. They’d never seen their father acting so strangely. Adrian never saw her righteous husband act this way outside the bedroom.

Having never seen this side of their father, anywhere, the girls were thrust into a world of bizarre unknowns. Once the family arrived in St. Louis, and the Reverend Derrick McGuire took off his preacher clothes, he acted noting like a man of the cloth, and nothing like any man they’d ever met.

After checking into a seedy hotel, he immediately took the girls shopping for their new school wardrobe. They shopped in stores that catered to women of loose moral scruples–whores and floozies, jezebels and hussies. The girls knew about those women, but had no idea what the women did to earn their father’s wrath, or the Lord’s for that matter. They only knew that those women were shameless and hell-bound for showing too much skin and being loose with men. That much, they knew.

In the stores, the McGuire girls attracted a great deal of attention and always had a troupe of male assistants to assist. Customers gawked and their own father was the worst gawker of all, insisting that each item fit properly, and not in a dressing room, but on the store floor, sometimes while totally naked wearing only high heels. Only in stores along the seedy strip could they get away with such behavior.

The girls soon discovered that their shopping spree was a thinly disguised sex show with their father serving as the master of ceremonies. He directed everything, showing them off like prize bird dogs. The girls quickly realized their father got a big charge out of turning on others using their intimate flesh for the purpose. The girls were soon in a state of shock. The panties were of particular interest and their fit in the crotch was of primary importance. The girls endured endless changes and humiliating between-the-legs fondling, not only by their father, but by every man in the store as each was solicited for an opinion. Each man was given the opportunity to explore freely.

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A New Dog Bitch Is Born

Jenny feverously rubbed her clit and she was getting very frustrated. She had been masturbating for nearly an hour and still could not get over the edge. Her usual fantasy about Mike the school football captain was just not doing it today.

Three times she had creamed and then a stray thought intruded and the feeling was lost. She was getting sore now and her juices were drying up again. Shit’, she said out loud to Max, her four year old German shepherd, I am so horny I will go mad if I can’t get off. Max looked back and panted.

Max had been a surprise present for her 9th birthday, the cutest little puppy Jenny had ever seen. She had been begging for one for years, and as they had just moved out in the country her parents decided to grant her wish. Four years later they were inseparable, Max followed her everywhere. He even shared her room, with his own basket at the end of her bed.

It was only a few months ago that Jenny had discovered masturbation; right about the time she’d had her first period. Her extremely knowledgeable friend Amy had told her about it and gave her directions to finding her button, along with some graphic tips at the best methods of stimulation. It didn’t take Jenny long to become an expert, inventing some of her own techniques along the way. When Jenny found time alone to explore her new interest Max usually watched disinterested or lay snoozing in the floor.

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A lonly day with my dog   It was a lonely summer for me. I had just broken up with my boyfriend and didn’t feel like doing anything except watch T.V., play with my dog, and exercise.

For a 18 year old girl, I was pretty fit. Tight round ass, 36c bra size, and athletic body. I had just found out about masturbation through some of the movies I had been watching late at night. It was fun, but it got to be too much the same all the time.
But one lone day, I discovered a new way to masturbate.

I was home alone in my room with my dog, a mix between a German shepherd and something else. He was a big guy that came to my waist while standing up. I was watching T.V., when Manny (that’s his name) comes in running with his tongue sticking out and salivating: the obvious sign of hunger. So I headed down stairs, opened up a can of dog food, and set it on his doggie plate. I sat next to him and watched him use his powerful tongue to grab the food. I was sitting with my legs spread out, so my clit was more opened than usual, and that got me horny. I was wearing tight shorts, and the fabric was rubbing on my pussy. All this while I watched my dog eat gave me an idea.

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     “The stallion is in here.” the man directed me. The man was the owner of this farm that I was invited to. I am an experienced cameraman currently unemployed who posted a message on an Internet forum asking for anyone who owns a farm willing to allow the filming of his or her animals mating. A reply, A few e-mails and a few phone calls later, I had arrived onto the farm and was being led into the shed where the big boy was kept. “He isn’t erect yet, I hope.” I said.

“No,” the man said, “but as soon as he gets a whiff of the mare’s scent, he’ll be the horniest thing on the planet!”

The man opened the shed door and showed me the stud. The man shut the door and turned the lights on. What a horse! Big and muscular. “Try to keep him still.” I said as I stood next to the side of the stallion’s stomach. I then knelt down so that I could get a good shot of the male’s genitals for the camera. The tripod was set and so was the camera to look up at the genitals from underneath the stallion’s stomach. I switched the torch that was mounted on the camera to on and adjusted the level of brightness ’til it was perfect. Finally I looked through the colour viewfinder on the camera and zoomed in on the genitals. Very nice! I stopped zooming when the big balls and the deflated sheath were totally in the picture. I started recording. “O.K., you can let rip the Viagra!” I said. The man took out a small container of clear liquid, put it near the stallion’s nose and opened the lid.

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   I was only 14 when my mom finally got remarried and we moved to his farm in Montana. It was a big shock for me to move from the big bad city I was use to to this solitary confinement of the country. That first summer started out to be hell if only I knew. Mom and Alan both worked during the day leaveing me home miles and miles from no where and virtually nothing to do. My only companion seemed to be Alan’s Black Lab named Wrangler. So naturally every where I went he was right on my heels. It got to where if I went to the bath room he was sitting at the door, if I had to bath he would scratch at the door till I let him in, he even began sleeping at the foot of my bed. I don’t mean on the floor I mean the dog would climb under my covers and lay on my feet his head on my knees. At first I found it odd but I got use to it I actually enjoied the company even if it did cut down on privacy.
Of corse I am an young girl just entering the age of woman hoodand curiosity. All this time by my self with no one to talk to just makes me more and more curious and may dreams tend to be of preverted nature lack of friends I guess. Late one night I began haveing one of my erotic dreams about my old friends and the joys of sex. I woke up in a fuzzy state of mind my virgin pussy dripping wet and throbbing. Of corse by this time I am not new to self masturbation so I began rubbing my warm clit. Still this time with every one in the house asleep I decided to enjoy this moment fully. I took off my nighty and began playing with my whole body. Soon I was lost in the waves of self pleasure. I closed my eyes dreaming of my ex boyfriend trying to be as quiet as possible. Yet a faint moan fell from my trembling lips that caught Wrangler’s attention.
Lost in the moment of climax I paid little attention to him as he woke up and began sniffing my face making sure I was alright. I didn’t even worry as he began sniffing lower across my body.

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I was only 14 when my mom finally got remarried and we moved to his farm in Montana. It was a big shock for me to move from the big bad city I was use to to this solitary confinement of the country. That first summer started out to be hell if only I knew. Mom and Alan both worked during the day leaveing me home miles and miles from no where and virtually nothing to do. My only companion seemed to be Alan’s Black Lab named Wrangler. So naturally every where I went he was right on my heels. It got to where if I went to the bath room he was sitting at the door, if I had to bath he would scratch at the door till I let him in, he even began sleeping at the foot of my bed. I don’t mean on the floor I mean the dog would climb under my covers and lay on my feet his head on my knees. At first I found it odd but I got use to it I actually enjoied the company even if it did cut down on privacy.
Of corse I am an young girl just entering the age of woman hoodand curiosity. All this time by my self with no one to talk to just makes me more and more curious and may dreams tend to be of preverted nature lack of friends I guess. Late one night I began haveing one of my erotic dreams about my old friends and the joys of sex. I woke up in a fuzzy state of mind my virgin pussy dripping wet and throbbing. Of corse by this time I am not new to self masturbation so I began rubbing my warm clit. Still this time with every one in the house asleep I decided to enjoy this moment fully. I took off my nighty and began playing with my whole body. Soon I was lost in the waves of self pleasure. I closed my eyes dreaming of my ex boyfriend trying to be as quiet as possible. Yet a faint moan fell from my trembling lips that caught Wrangler’s attention.
Lost in the moment of climax I paid little attention to him as he woke up and began sniffing my face making sure I was alright. I didn’t even worry as he began sniffing lower across my body. Actually to be honest I think it became more of a turn on. Even as he began sniffing and observing my fingers deep at work in my soaken pussy I didn’t bother. Soon I felt his cold nose touch my throbbing clit and it was at this point that I jolted into the biggest orgasm of my life. Instanly I felt my own hot femanin cum erupt like a water fall. A this eruption and climax subsided I fell back limp, exhausted, and breathless.

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