Callie’s Adventures Part 2    Max one of my many pets. Max is a male black lab that I got at a dog show a couple years ago. I stopped sucking on Matt’s cock and signaled Max over.

“You want to have some fun” I asked Matt.

“Didn’t we just do that” he replied.

“You want to see Max fuck me”

“Sure Miss!” He replied in excitement.

I spread my legs and put Max’s nose near my pussy. He started to lick the juices flowing from my body. It felt like nothing I have ever felt before I have let some of my smaller dogs lick me but I was afraid a big dog would bite me. His tongue went deep into my pussy lapping up every drop of cum inside. He had the longest tongue I had ever seen on a dog. He started to lick my clit almost sending me into an orgasm. I tried to push him away but he was too strong.

Matt stopped stroking his cock and pulled Max away. I told him to hold him while I got under him and started to massage his not yet hard cock. I put it in my mouth feeling it grow in side me when it was about 9 inches long I turned around and got in the doggy style position. Max took the hint and squeezed out of Matt’s hold. He ran over and jumped on me. His furry belly on my back and ass felt great. He wrapped his legs right under my breasts and started pumping his hips missing every time.

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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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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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A Good Relationship    It was a week later that Howard arranged our next meeting, It was a nice Saturday morning, overcast but warm. Howard had given me a new outfit, I was to wear it that day. I put on the pink padded bra, pink suspenders, dark stockings, pink frilly panties, pink blouse, short white pleated skirt and knee high white high heel boots.

I got to Howard’s house, Matt was there as well, we all got into Matt’s big camper van and we set off . We were going to a friend of Matt’s country stables, they had arranged to go riding. We pulled into a drive way and followed it round behind the house and parked near to a long stable block facing a small paddock. Howard and Matt got out and told me to stay in the van they were only going riding for an hour. I watched them meet a man at the stable entrance, he was about 35 - 40 dressed in a red jacket , tight fitting riding trousers and black riding boots, a house whip under his arm made him look a little like an army major. I watched as Howard and Matt saddled up there horses supervised by the major, then they mounted there horses and I saw them ride of over the fields till they were out of sight.

I settled back in my seat and was just going to turn on the radio when there was a tap on the door, I wasn’t quite sure what to do, again I heard the tapping on the door so I opened it, the major was stood there, he said Rather than me being sat in the van on my own, I should go with him, he would show me around the place. He took my wrist and helped me down the steps and we set off across the yard, he was watching me closely, he said he liked my outfit as he continued to look me up and down.

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