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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Runtime: 27 Mins
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OK folks here’s a movie that’s been a long time in the making. Well, sort of Introducing “WolfTeen”. A cuddly, all American petloving girl. The kind of girl you’d see leaving college with her books, and then getting home and spending some quality time with her pet. And my goodness does she ever spoil her dog. His needs are well looked after.

For those of you that like wall-to-wall action, instead of the usual few moments action over the duration of a movie – this one’s for you. The quality isn’t wonderful in places, but the action MORE than makes up for it. You will be delighted with the number of good mounts going on in this film. And with some superb camera angles too – you really don’t miss anything. Ever wanted to lie underneath, looking up? Fantastic. This movie is a collector’s dream come true.

In summary, this movie has lots of great mounting, and you’ll see lots of nice dog cum as it leaks out… now, for the finale, we have a 13 MINUTE TIE scene! Yes, that’s 13 minutes, her dog locked inside her, and filling her with his cum. And when he pulls out – I believe this to be the most dog cum seen on film anywhere. If your heart doesn’t skip a beat when you watch this scene, I suspect you are already dead. If you’re familiar with the ZooSkool lessons, the scene with the leaking dog cum was taken from this movie.

As an extra treat for you, at the end, she jacks her dog off into a glass – tops it up with milk – and drinks it down. You may have seen other glass scenes – this is the ORIGINAL glass scene. And the ORIGINAL doggy cum cocktail. You’ll love it.

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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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The Tiger approached his gift. He so did enjoy this whole ceremony, the gaze of the crowd and the quiet suspense as he encircled the girl-gift. He savored the horrified look on the pubescent girl’s face as he lunged and tore her apart. And the celebratory hollarings of the ape-things as he feasted upon one of their own their own kind but were assured free passage for the next twelve seasons. Damn. It’s good to be a Tiger.

In those days Tiger felt like a god of his territory. He never hunted for food. The mangy ape-things brought him nearly every meal, freshly killed. And the people offered him a sacrifice of their own kind every three years to appease his ape-bloodlust. He eagerly ate the first two.

This year’s gift is quite young and beautiful, Tiger mused. She is likely the prize of their pride, and yet they offer her to me. What purpose does that serve? I’m well fed, and it’s the ape-things that feed me. I, in turn, provide them with safe passage. Seems like a pretty cut-and-dried deal to me. But then they throw in this gift.’ What am I supposed to do with her if not eat her?

Tiger continued to circle the girl. He casually padded around her, building up the tension in the audience and raising the girl-gift’s heart rate to an audible pitter patter. He first concentrated on the crowd pleaser: crying. A roar right in the girls’ ears always made them break down in tears, and the crowd would yipper and yapper with excitement.

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One day, I had just got out of the shower and Muffy was waiting for me. She followed me into my bedroom. I didn’t really want her there because I wanted to beat-off. I was going to kick her out but thought she would just lie outside my door and that would look suspicious. So I pulled out the pictures that I had hidden in the closet. They were just underwear and bathing suit ads from catalogs and not nearly as good as the porno magazines I saw in the stores but they had always been good enough. I didn’t have a lock for the door, so I blocked it with a 2X4 under the handle. At first, I didn’t want Muffy to see so I got under the covers on the bed. I had a woody even before I looked at the pictures and began to stroke myself. Muffy just sat there and watched me, sometimes cocking her head sideways. I figured that if she wanted to watch, I would give her a show and pulled the covers off. It was not as if she would tell Mom about it. It was fun to have her watch me. When she got up and walked over to the bed, I grabbed my cock around the base and pointed it at her. She licked it. Damn, I didn’t expect that but it felt great. I tugged her in and stuck my cock in her face. She licked it some more and it only took seconds till I cummed on her face. She liked the taste and licked off her nose and the remains off my cock. I almost squirted again.

We did this several more times over the next week and I stopped looking at the pictures. Muffy would wag her tail as she followed me to my room and then lick until she got her reward.

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   It was about 6:00 pm, and i was at my freind john’s house. We were playing around on the computer, just havin fun. When his mom said she was going to the store we started to look at all his porn videos which got me realy horny, but i couldnt jack off because i didnt want him to know i was doing it. Just them his dog suzie came into the room, she was a golden retreiver. So i started petting her and rubbing her belly. Then when john wasnt looking i slowly moved my hand back and started to feel suzie’s pussy. I didnt know what got over me, i had no idea why i was feeling suzie, but i was somehow likeing it.

During the next 2 months whenever i was at johns house i would play around with suzie. Then during summer i got the best news. johns family were going on vacation and wanted me to watch over suzie every 2 days for 2 weeks. I agreed to do it and started making my plans. I had to let suzie out of the house to run a little bit because theyre backyard was fenced and very small, so she just had room to use the bathroom out side. John also told me that i would have to hold her on a leash because she as in heat and would run away if she saw a guy dog ( which got my hopes up even more ).

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

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

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

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

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

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    I stopped just before cumming, for fear of slipping in the tub and hurting myself. Stepping out of the shower after turning the water off and grabbed a towel, I began to dry myself off, my pussy growing wet as the rough fabric brushed by it. Wrapping it around me I walked to my room down the hall and smiled as I saw Bruzer there waiting for me. I scratched him behind the ears again as he wagged his tail happily. I had no fear of being naked around him, I had done it before without consequence and I didn’t think about it twice when I threw the towel on the bed. Dogs are renowned for sniffing crotches, I just wasn’t quick enough to pat his nose away when he began sniffing my pussy, His cold nose hit my burning and oh so sensitive clit and my knees went weak, I slapped him softly on the nose and he jerked back, offended. Sending him out of the room and throwing he door closed, yet not really caring that it was an inch short from closing, turning on some classic rock, I sat down on the floor, closed my eyes and began practicing the yoga I did before bed.My finishing pose was one that involved me lying on my back, legs far apart. Queens: Champion was playing so I didn’t hear the door open. To finish the pose, I raised my hips high in the air; a slight smile came to my face as the thought of how my boyfriend loved this position crept into my mind. Just as I ran the memory of how on his last night here he had eaten me out like this, and how I had had one of the best orgasms of my life, I felt something wet sniffing my pussy. Startled I opened my eyes just as Bruzer’s pink, long tongue took its first swipe, starting at my ass and ending at my clit. I couldn’t help but shudder and moan. Bruzer figured that he could get more of the sweet juice that had flown from my cunt if he repeated it, and before I could stop him he was licking my pussy better than any men in my life have ever done. My eyes closed as I concentrated on the tight coil of tension that was building up within me. I couldn’t help but feel a little ashamed as I let him continue.

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       7:30 buffet will be served. At this point we must all make sure that all the girls are escorted safely back to their transport and are clear of the premises, before any adult action can take place.

8:00 we have various videos, some professional, and some very interesting ones produced by yourselves. I have a included some recent ones featuring my own stallion Iceberg, and my Dane Titan. Unfortunately the face of the girl involved has had to be blurred to avoid recognition.

9:00 we have an adult dance troupe made up of six eighteen year old illegal immigrants, dancing is not their speciality, and I can guarantee they won’t leave until everyone has been satisfied!

The last act is something special, it’s the girl featured in my video with Iceberg. Although eighteen years old, she dresses, acts and looks about 13! She will give individual performances to suit your requests. So don’t pig out too much with the dance troupe. The last event is a live repeat of the videos; this is a treat not to miss. Once again unfortunately, her face will be hidden by a mask.
Please reply by Friday next.
Yours the Game keeper.
The letter that accompanied this invitation, read as follows.

Hi Virginia,
Hope your keeping well, and not too sore. You are without doubt the most impressive girl I have ever met. As you can see from the enclosed card, I have given you a big build-up, for your debut appearance.

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   I met Jenny where she worked behind the counter in a coffee shop, one of those hip local poet hangouts that serve esspresso, and cappichino, and rag on the older generation. Young and still foolish she had a nose ring, and a pierced tongue, but what drew my attention was the thin short T-shirt she was wearing that let me oggle her tucked in waist with the ring in her belly button flap above her denim cut offs, and allowed her nipples to poke through atop thos swollen breasts showing that her right one had a ring pierced in it too. Now why a beautiful girl like that would think she needed any other help to get attention than the body, and face she had already was beyond my comprehension. Without all the jewelry she was perfect bait for the next Playboy Bunny of the Year centerfold. But the thing was, on her it all looked great, as did the butterfly tattoo on the outside of her left ankle, so I put it down as something the crowd she hung around talked her into. After all, with her natural honey blond hair, to have it streaked in bright lime, and red purple as if painted was a bit ludicrous even at 18 years old in her sophomore year of college.

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“If Jason from custodial calls, put him through immediately,” I told Caroline the next morning as I entered my office.
Sure enough, his call came around 10am, and Caroline put it through. We only talked for a few seconds, and it was all business if anyone was listening, but it required that I meet him in his office down below sometime late in the afternoon about a possible company scholarship for his son Henry. Few employees knew about the scholarship, and fewer still tried to take advantage of it. It won’t pay all of the tuition, but it does pay for most of it, and Henry had the grade point average and better to attain it. He only needed a sponcer to present it to the board, and that’s where I came in. However that may have been true though, that’s not what the call was all about, but only Jason and I knew that. As it was it turned out that I had to go attend a meeting until three thirty, and had Caroline reschedual my other appointments for the following Monday as they weren’t of high priority at all.
Now Jason and I had agreed on one thing as far as our relationship was concerned, and that was that, other than Henry, we would not involve anyone else in the company to join our little interracial get togethers. That wasn’t to say that if the opportunity came that we wouldn’t take advantage of it if in didn’t get in the way of company business as far as either one of our scheduals. A quickie here, a blow job there, or that sort of thing. However I knew that this meeting was mostly to set up something for the coming weekend as we had made no plans the day before when he was over my house fucking me all day long.
“Ah Ms Gillian, glad that you could make it down here with your busy schedual,” Jason greeted from behind his desk, just finishing up some instructions for one of his night people when I walked in, “Okay Bill, that about wraps it up for me, got any questions?”
“No sir,” Bill replied picking up some blue prints off the desk, “I’ll get started on it tonight first thing,” and walked past me on his way out of the office, his concentration elsewhere as Jason closed the door behind him on the way out, and bolted the lock.

• Gillian’s Makeover (Chapter 1)
• Gillian’s Makeover (Chapter 2)

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

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

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

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

“Wow! What a fucking whore!” I said to my mirror image as I primped before gathering everything up, and after putting my work clothes in the gym bag, headed for Joey’s dinner.
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        The take over of Hetero Dyn Inc. by an African consortium had gone smoothly. At least so far. As Gary often told his wife Stacey at every breakfast before heading off to work these days.

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

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

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

“Then you think you’ve got a chance?”

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

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 :mad:      I suppose one could say that it was Debbie Dierdre, and her mother’s destiny to become real bitches for dogs. After all, Debbie was raped by her own brother Johnny at the age of 16 a year after her father died in an airplane accident. Then raped again six months later by a group of black gang bangers, after being kidnapped right off the street, and who, just for fun, had their mascot Butch, a large mixed Boxer breed, lick her clean between each guy who took a turn at her. The dog’s silky insidious tongue doing more for Debbie’s peace of mind during that tramatic weekend with a knife constantly at her throat, than any of those youthfully rough, and bragging gang members could have.
Of course, Debbie never told anyone about either rape, not even her mother who was too busy working as a legal secretary to support them at the time because of the wait for the insurance money, and the law suit that was going on then, to keep track of her daughter. No, she kept it all to herself, too afraid of the consequences it might bring to her family, especially her mother, who she loved very much. Thankfully, a year to the day after her brother first raped her, her mother, Christine Dierdre, at a very youthful age 34 became a very rich widow, and moved the whole family to a Cleveland subburb, sending Debbie’s brother Johnny off to military school to hopefully make a man out of him, leaving the two women comfortably alone, and together at last on their new 56 acre estate Debbie’s first year of high school.
It was the third week after Debbie had made the Cheerleading Squad at J.P. Morgan High School that Sam and Brad came into her life. Two very large, and very personable twins, Sam and Brad were also two very nosey Great Danes.

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   G’day all! I have a small cattle station in east central Australia. Of course here in Oz, “small” means about twenty or thirty square kilometers. When you’re grazing on scrub, though, it takes heaps of real estate to raise just a small handful of beefers. It’s bloody hard work and hell knows I’ll never get rich, but I wouldn’t trade it for the world!

Well I reckon if you’re reading this, you’re not so much interested in me as in my mates. I’ve got three of the best helpers a cattleman could ask for. They’re Queensland Heelers. I expect that if you’re in some other part of the world, I’ll have to explain just what that is. They’re a breed of working dog, tough as nails. They have to be; anything less just wouldn’t survive out here. They’ll work all day in the hot sun and want more. All that aside, they’re lovely to look at, too. When they’re not all covered in muck anyway. They’re a mix of black and silver that gives them a sort of bluish colour, with tan on the legs and throat, and a bit more over the eyes. The ears stand like those of a German shepherd.

Bluey is the oldest at nine years; he’s the sire of the other two. Then there’s Luke and his sister Addie. They’re four years now. Bluey is the undisputed top dog and Luke is just a wee bit submissive. Addie is respectful of Bluey though she doesn’t take any rubbish from Luke! These dogs are part of my life in every way, not just working partners.

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