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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Cassie

             My name is Suzie; I’m 5′2” Mexican with black hair, beautiful round butt and full lips.   I know this because my best friend Katie always tells me.

We have been friends forever, like since kindergarten.   We’re not lesbians or anything, we love boys, but when we were thirteen me and Katie started messing around.

Katie is white, but she is cool and she has dirty blonde hair that is curly.   Katie is awesome, she is taller than me about 5′8”, and she is gorgeous.   She has these luscious blue eyes.   They are so sultry; she is so intimidating when she just stares at you with them.

We are both sophomores and on the cheer squad in high school.   I don’t get to do much because my parents never let me go out at night.   So I’ve never really been with a boy.   But Katie has.   She is so popular; I think she has sucked every guy’s dick on the football team.

I can only imagine how good it must feel because I’ve never sucked a guy’s dick.   I’ve kissed guys, but I’m not going to suck some guy’s cock in the bathroom at school.   And there is no way my parents would let one in our house.

I get so hot though when Katie tells me about the guys she’s been with, but it’s okay because then she gets all worked up to and she eats me out.   Oh I love it when Katie eats my pussy.   When she licks my dripping cum off my legs.   But I still want to feel a guys cock.
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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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 Buffy

   This is one of my favourite stories. It has proved to be very popular where ever it has appeared and has produced lots of comment. I really enjoyed writing this one, I think it tells. I hope you enjoy this effort to entertain. Your comments are the only reward an author gets and is more valuable than money. Buffy is from the upper classes of the UK.

She has very definite ideas about what it is she wants to do on film. Buffy. My dotage was not so far advanced that I couldn’t get the old boy to polish up quite nicely into some semblance of erectile muscle and throbbing gristle. Occasionally, he would even put out for me and eject a thin stream of jism, but it needed the stimulant of my past life to get him going these days. As had become a habit of mine, I had been reviewing some of the old footage of films we had made. Robbie was long gone now; the abuse of narcotics and booze had caught up with him. But, we made some films all right!

The one that had just run out on the videotape was by far the best that we had done. The scenes of Buffy locked with her dog, seeing her with it’s cum running from her, had reawakened all the memories once more. The scene with the horse though, had me gagging to shoot a wad into my palm. I managed to climax when I rounded up the film as Robbie and I fucked the good lady. T

he replayed scenes came back to me as if it had been yesterday and as I gently rubbed my shaft, hoping to be able to complete the act, the memories did indeed play in the background, complete with the smells and noises. Afterwards, I slept and relived the day again in sharp focus.

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 Bruno and I get Mom

    This episode happened a few years ago when I was 15.  I was seated in the living room, on a Saturday morning, watching cartoons.  My mom yelled from the bathroom upstairs, telling me that she was going to take a bath; and since Dad wasn’t home (he was out playing golf all day) she could take all the time that she liked.  You see, Dad didn’t like for us to use alot of water.  He thought it was a big waste, and he thought that we needed to conserve the water that we had.  I guess it was just his way of being anal about something.  So, with Dad gone, Mom could use as much water as she wanted without someone yelling for her to turn the water off.

I could hear Mom running water from time to time, and I know that she felt like she was in heaven.  After Mom had been in the bathtub for about 30 minutes, our dog, Bruno (who was a rather large german shepherd) came plodding into the living room with his tail wagging.

I spoke to him, “What are you up to, boy”  He just wagged his tail and gave me a little bark.  Suddenly, Bruno’s ears perked up as he heard mom splashing upstairs.  I guess he decided that he was going to see what was going on up there, as he ran up the stairs.  About one minute later I heard mom yelling at Bruno.  I just sat there in the living room and paying them both no mind.  But, Mom’s voice got louder and louder, so I thought I had better go and see what was causing all the fuss.

As I got to the entrance to the bathroom door, the site before me was one to behold.  There was my mom laying on the bathroom floor with her legs sprawled out in front of her.

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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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Betty’s Animal Farm Part. 5

       Squeaking noises sounded as the adults started wrestling on top of the bed while the girls slept. Quiet laughing moans could be heard filtering from the girl’s room; they were both actively dreaming as they slept. Betty had slipped between Stacy’s open legs and was moving like she was having sex with her and both of them were mumbling and giggling as they slept.

Stacy asked, How did you find me in all this hot steamy foam Betty.”

I smelled your sweet pussy.” Betty sang and then added, I want to put my hard dick into your cunt.”

I really wish you could but I promised mommy I wouldn’t take my diapers off.” Stacy answered almost in tears as she stared at Betty’s huge dripping red cock and then energetically added, You have a doggy dick I can see your giant knot! I will suck it for you!”

You can suck it but I still want to put it in you.” She paused as she rubbed it and added, See how I have my dipies pulled to the side enough to get my cock out.”

Yea see my legging is a little loose too see.” Stacy eagerly pointed out as she opened her diapers enough to see her pussy.

Hold your leg just like that.” Betty ordered as she stepped in close.

It’s so hot.” Stacy gasped as Betty slipped her dick in and then warned, Don’t make me wet the bed.”

How can you wet the bed you have dipies on” Betty teased as she shoved her huge knot into Stacy’s womb.

Oh god Betty your sperm is so hot!” Stacy breathlessly gasped as her vaginal well filled with Betty’s hot sperm.

Oh that isn’t sperm I’m going potty!” Betty roared with laugher.

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“Bernard”

Let me make it absolutely clear before I start with this true tale, I am not in anyway gay. I have never wanted to be fucked by another man or even thought about getting intimate with a member of the same sex. Sure, I love watching two women going at it, in fact, I derive great pleasure from seeing a couple of girls suck and fuck each other; tongues and fingers going to work. Breast to breast or sixty-nine, I don’t mind. It’s a male thing I guess, though I am not sure what the girls think. It’s okay if they are inclined toward same sex, I suppose. I don’t think seeing two men going for gold has the same effect on a woman, but again, I haven’t asked. I digress.

So, the fact that I am not gay established, what would compel me to enter into a session with a dog I have often wondered that to myself. The best I can come up with is that I love watching. There is a large part of many men that is voyeuristic. Visual stimulation is often all a man needs to get going. Be it two women together, a man and woman screwing the eyeballs out of each other or indeed, a woman with a dogs cock in any of her receptive holes.

It isn’t quite the same for the female of the species. Stimulation for a woman is not usually visual, more a direct approach, like finding herself in a situation and going with the flow. I am voyeuristic. I freely admit it. Give me a good quality video or film and I will show you just how aroused a man can get from just visual images. Recently, I was given several videos involving a neighbour of mine with her dog. She would be mortified if she knew that her partner was peddling them. She is quite a nice looking girl with a trim figure; nothing really special, but just the type that, if she flirted, you would try and take her up on it.
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 Animal Play

    Me and another, dressed in full pony gear. You and David sitting on a patio in chairs talking and goading up to prance some more. Canter even! Both of you smacking crops to your own thighs and laughing as one or the other lost footing. She and I, we were bound together by a harness and then they came. The dogs, yes 2, bounding around us in circles. We were calling out to you both to get them away. You both now sitting on the edge of your seats staring intently. The dogs circling all the while as we pleaded for you come and scare them away.

The dogs seemed to recognize our helplessness and moved closer as we stumbled to our knees, have tripped each other up in the struggle to get to you and David. I called to you, begging, Master, please my love, please don’t let them come closer. She was calling to David as well. You shouted out to me “settle pet, they are just curious” and David chimed in with “give them the sniffs they want”.

You both together almost shouted in unison. “Silence and be still NOW!” We both obey, whimpering as only we could hear each other. Looking at one another’s fear as the dogs moved in on us from behind. You shouted “raise up your rears ponies” and we obeyed. Just then their noses must have touched us at the same moment and we both jumped. You and David calling for us to STILL! ourselves NOW! Deep breaths and we did, as their noses and tongues began their curious search. Was so rough the touch of the tongue and so cold the probing nose. I wanted to scream but held my shouts and only whimpered softly, hoping you wouldn’t hear.
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 And Now for Something Completely Different

    By the time I reached high school I had engaged in sex with more partners than most women do in a lifetime, so excuse me if I had become a bit jaded. My new girlfriend Maureen assured me that if I spent the night at her place it would be unlike any experience I had previously had. As I was open to new experiences, I figured why not Maureen and her family lived in a nice bi-level in a trendy new subdivision. The whole family sat down for dinner and it couldn’t have been more Ozzie and Harriet if they tried. Conversation centered on school activities and plans for the upcoming holiday season. Maureen was what you would call big boned” for her age and didn’t socialize much at school. Her parents seemed thrilled she had made a new friend.

Her parents had jumped at the chance for her to have someone visit her and asked my guardians if I could spend the weekend. Maureen gave me a grand tour of the house ending in the backyard. Maureen’s best friend and pet was a mastiff, which eagerly responded to her every command. I was amazed at the tricks he could perform (like climbing a ladder, turning somersaults in midair and even dancing). I have to admit it frightened me a bit as it stood on its hind legs to dance with me its head towered above mine. After an hour or so of playing with the dog we adjourned to the dining room where the family played a several hands of gin rummy and spoke animatedly about the weekend ahead.

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A night at the Vet - pt 3

     Both dogs retired to one of the corners of the pen, and were almost on top of each other. It was almost 10:00 and I started to wonder what would have happened if my mother walked in with the doctor and I had a dog on top of me and me cumming like I was enjoying it. I tried to get up and my legs didn’t want to straighten, I had been on all fours for over and hour.  I also realized I was exhausted and had to pee real bad.  I figured what the heck” and just crawled over to the corned with a drain that the dogs had peed near. My legs didn’t want to move- but finally started to move. I got to the corner and used the bars to help myself up. I looked down at my thighs- they were covered with cum (both the dogs and mine) and blood (from my period and the loss of my hymen).

My started to squat and knees hurt too much, so I just opened my feet and pushed. I started to pee and couldn’t believe how much I went. The Sheppard jumped up first and then Dane and they started barking at me. I looked them and just yelled hey –I don’t care if it’s your corner- I needed to pee.” I had no idea why they were barking and they had no idea what I was saying I’m sure. I got done and walked over to a neutral corner and  sat down. The dogs were still barking at me, but once I sat down they relaxed and went back to their corner. I feel asleep with my back up against the bars.

I was awoken some time later by a pull on my hair again. I looked up and the Sheppard was pulling my head again. I started yelling that I had had enough, but I could see the tip of his dick was already protruding from his sheath.  I was too tired to fight. I got on my hands and knees and let him mount me. He got in with only a few misses and re-shifted himself till he was doing his thing. Even though I was tired it didn’t take me long to start moaning in delight. I was getting turned on that I was being fucked, even though it was a dog. I started to moan in rhythm to his pumping after my first climax. The Dane came over to me again and licked my face. I thought ‘oh shit, not again” I had thought about the last session and did not want his huge dick all the way in me again.  The Dane shifted and I saw he was getting horny.

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 A Friend in Need..

   We financially outgrew our suburban neighborhood about a decade ago. We bought this 3/2/2 cracker box sixteen years ago. We’ve added on, built a pool, deck, sauna, weight room, and den. Our neighbors are jealous, but they’re still friends. We’ve known most of them from the beginning–four couples especially. They’ve all been through tough times. Cheryl and I have helped them all from time to time. I’m lucky, I suppose. I’m a top-notch salesman. I’m never out of work or money. I’m also free with my money. My friends think I’m generous to a fault. When we go out as a group, I usually grab the check. We entertain a great deal. Our home is like a yuppie playground. The drinks are free, the music is sixties/seventies, and there’s no need to drive home drunk. Either stagger home or crash where you are.

Frank and Rachel are our best friends. We knew them from high school. Frank is an auto mechanic; Rachel sells Avon–mostly to Cheryl. Cheryl is fucking Frank fairly regularly. I’ve had the pleasure of bopping Rachel a few times when she gets shit-faced. Cheryl is bisexual. She’s had Rachel more than I have - also when shit-faced.. Rachel gets teased about that a great deal. She’s straight as an arrow with a body that is anything but straight.

Ed and Inez live next door. Ed owns a dry cleaner. Inez keeps the books. I loaned them the money to start their business. Inez paid the interest to Cheryl by periodically depositing tender kisses between her legs. Ed paid interest as well, making sperm deposits in Cheryl’s sperm bank. Though the debt has been repaid for years, Ed keeps paying interest. Ed and Inez are not bad looking; but, of the girls, Inez would have to be considered the only plain one in the bunch and a little on the chubby side. I’ve never fucked Inez, probably never will.

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A dogs perspective.

    Bruce heard the jingle of his lead. He cocked an ear to see if it had been an accidental brush by one of the people causing it to jiggle or if it was the promise of a walk. Nobody came through the door to the living room and he didn’t hear the lead again. Assuming it had been an accident; Bruce laid his head back down on his paws and resumed watching the baby crawling around the carpeted floor.

He was bored. The black box in the corner with a silvery screen that showed sometimes, other animals, sometimes other dogs, but never with any smell other than of heated electrical wires, was flickering to its self with the volume turned down. Bruce kept an eye on the child. It had recently developed a liking for his fur; pulling it painfully any time he was careless enough to get too close. For a small puppy sized infant, its grip was amazingly strong. He had lost a fair amount of the precious coat to the sticky fingers of the human puppy. The child seemed to be content at the moment, stuffing a plastic toy into its mouth and gurgling in the back of its throat.

Bruce’s ears pricked up again. He had heard the lead again and also his master’s voice calling to him to come. Bruce didn’t understand the noises that these human partners made. They have an infinite number of unintelligible sounds, but occasionally, some were directed at him. Usually, Bruce could get an idea of what was required from the inflections. Popular ones involved him sitting at the edge of a blacktopped trail that had mechanical metal projectiles hurtling along them. He knew that these forms of transportation were dangerous and should be avoided at all costs unless you were in one. At those times, smells swished past his nose almost too fast for him to recognize them. But, the exhilaration of the wind being forced up his nose and over his sinuses was a thrill that he loved to have.

BRUCE, HERE!
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A Death in the Family    When I was in high school, my Daddy died while visiting our troops in Korea. I cried endlessly over my loss. Daddy was making a run for the Senate and thought a trip overseas would make him more accessible to the common man. As Governor Thorensen stated so emotionally, “It’s not only a great loss for family and friends; but, a great loss for state and nation.” I laugh that I actually embroidered that statement on a throw pillow a few days later. It’s probably lying around the house somewhere. Miss Carlisle, Momma’s secretary, moved into Momma’s room. And, at supper that evening, Momma and Miss Carlisle changed the course of all our lives.

Emma Hayden Elliot watched her daughter descending the stairs and gave a delicate sniff. Really, the girl took after her husband’s family. Honey Elliot was the ultimate All American Girl, with every attribute exaggerated. Honey was tall and gorgeous, with huge, firm, pendulous breasts, narrow hips, concave tummy, and perfect legs. Like all the women born into the Elliot family, Honey was a walking defiance of gravity. Emma didn’t despise Honey her looks. She despised Honey’s goodness. The only rebellious thing Honey did was allow her dark blonde hair to grow to her waist; and, even in that, Honey conformed, by twining her hair into different, sometimes quite complex, upsweeps in order not to stand apart from the crowd. Honey was dressed for dinner, in a long, straight black skirt, and a silver blouse with swooping sleeves and narrow wrists. Emma walked to the stairs, gratified to see the girl’s smile falter. Emma held a finger to her lips as Honey opened her mouth to question her. Emma looked up into her daughter’s eyes. “Spread your legs apart, dear,” Emma ordered in a very quiet voice.

Honey’s eyes grew wide as she looked down at her mother. Honey was still on the second step of the stairs, and she could feel her mother’s hot breath against her pelvis. Honey flushed and gasped, “Momma…”
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 A couple lovers

     I’m 18. And I’ve been with quite a few guys. Most of them quite a bit older than me. I’m addicted to sex. I’ll admit that. And I’m not half bad looking either. Hourglass figure, 34 D breasts, nice hips, cute ass…

One day I was at home by myself, my roommate was staying with her mother, and I wanted to get laid. This happens a lot, I simply pleasure myself. But today was different, after four or five rounds by myself I just wasn’t happy.

I’ve tried a lot of things. And I tried a lot that day. But nothing was working.
We have a wonderful dog-named James. James is a lab. I had heard a lot about people fucking dogs, but I had never even considered it till this day.
I looked at him, called him to me, and had him sit by me one the couch. I didn’t know how to seduce a dog, and I was nervous. So I just moaned and rubbed my freshly shaved pussy.
His eyes lit up and he started sniffing me. Then he started licking my inner thighs. It was ecstasy. I closed my eyes and started moaning. It wasn’t long before I came and seeped fluid all over James tongue, witch he happily licked up in a heartbeat.
I wanted more. I wanted a cock in me so badly.

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 A Christmas to Remember- Part II

I awoke today at 5a.m. as usual. I’ve been performing my daily routine so long that I naturally wake up at the same time every day without the use of an alarm. Nikki was sleeping peacefully as I crept out of the bedroom. The fireplace was alive with a warm  glow, and the snow was falling steadily outside the window. Humpy raised his head and wagged his tail. I smiled back at him. As usual he was sleeping in front of the fireplace; it’s always there or in my room.

Walking to the back door, I donned my slush boots and checked the outdoor temperature on the indoor thermometer. It was definitely a cold day and would probably  remain below freezing, but at least it wasn’t below zero. I listened for a moment to the wind howling outside, and then I heard the clicking of Humpy’s nails on the tile floor as he came  to join me in our morning routine. I leaned down, stroked his thick, soft fur and then lovingly shook his head in my hands.  “You have a good night, old boy” I asked in a teasing voice. “Yeah, you old stud…I know you did!” Humpy wagged his tail  happily as if in total agreement, thumping his tail against the freezer we use for extra food storage during the long winter  months. “Shhhh!!!” I hushed him as I opened the door so we could exit without waking the girls.

I closed the door behind  Humpy, who rushed past me into the cold and headed for the warm stables. I turned around a little too fast, and found a large  patch of slippery ice that had formed overnight. After performing a rather unsightly pirhouette, I whacked my head on something hard and the next thing I knew I was lying on my  back in a snowdrift and Humpy’s warm tongue was licking my face. I slowly got back on my feet and rubbed the lump on my aching skull. “Thanks for  the help Humpy…maybe I can repay the debt one day.” I said as I petted his head and started walking towards the barn. Humpy was a good, faithful friend. Without his coming to my rescue I might have easily died in the bitter cold.
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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 liked to wash my feet on the weekends. Heating the water, pouring it into the pan, adding soap, sitting on the bottom step. One foot on a towel and the other in the pan…the warmth of the water ran up my calf and thigh. I had to smooth my hands along my thigh and calf and down into the water, washing my feet and between the toes. Something I looked forward to on the weekends, especially when Mum and the others went shopping. I could take all the time I wanted and dream a little.

On just such a morning, in my housecoat, no knickers of course, and I felt alone and free. Exhilarated. Goosebumps on my flesh as it was cool in the house, except for the water. And as alwaysBuster sat watching me, the water in the bowl and my hands along my legs. Waiting for his doggie treat–some left over scrap from lunch–which I always had handy. He was eager and curious as to what he would get. Little did he realize this day’s morsel…little did I.

I was just a little girl. Not that little. I had learned some of the joys of the body but always when alone in bed, in the morning or at night…Before my discoveries I was never anxious when it was time for bed. My attitude had changed. It was something I now enjoyed, those waking moments before sleep or after just awakening, and I could explore myself, in private, feeling my privates.

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