Betty’s Animal Farm Part 4

   Boy I thought that that woman’s hairy pussy in the bed room we were peeping in on was the hairiest pussy I had ever seen she was even hairier than my mom, but Lana is without a doubt the queen of hairy!” Stacy breathlessly exclaimed as the two girls raced home at a fast walk.

I know exactly what you mean and her clitty well I call it clitiousmaximous” Betty laughed out and stumbled slightly.

Oh my god hers actually filled my whole mouth when I started suckling on it!” Stacy exuberantly agreed and while they continued to race breathlessly added, Every time I teethed it I felt warm liquid squirt onto my neck!”

Oh yes she has soaked me hips to tits many times!” Betty brayed as she panted from their fast pace.

My…! God…! Her tongue!” Stacy gasped excitedly and then added, I thought your mom’s tongue was long the first time she Frenched me; but Lana!” She paused as she struggled to catch her breath and continued, Lana nearly made me gag when she Frenched me, and oh my god when she slithered it up my pussy I thought I was going to leap out of my skin when she started wriggling inside me!”

I know!” Betty roared with laughter as she agreed adding, She has the golden tongue alright and knows exactly what to do with it!” Betty took a few gasping breaths and then brayed, If she had wanted to she could’ve made you gag, she did it to me several times I think she gets a little laugh out of it.”

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Betty’s Animal Farm pt. 3

        Stacy lay in Betty’s arms for several minutes head between her breasts and Betty tenderly petting the side of her face across her ear and into her hair with a dreamy smile on her face as if she was the one that had the orgasm. Soon Stacy lifted her head her eyes half closed face still sweated and red and a weak smile across her lips slithered into bed next to her new friend.

Oh god Betty I passed out at some point and started dreaming that I was at the beach and the waves were crashing all over me. Waves of really hot water splashing over me and rolling me around in the bubbly hot water, and the roar was deafening.” Stacy recounted dreamily as she drifted off to sleep.

She was awakened by Betty’s body jostling about next to her and as she opened her eyes she saw Betty and an older woman looking at her both with broad beaming smiles on their faces as her eyes focused she saw that the older woman was in some of the pictures down stares.

Stacy this is my mom her name is Sheila, mom this is my new friend Stacy.” Betty introduced.

Glad to finely meet you Betty has told me a lot about you Stacy.” She said warmly and then asked, How are you two doing”

They both chimed, Just fine really good.”

Much to Stacy’s amazement Sheila gave Betty what looked like a very passionate kiss; lip suck and bite to the dancing tongue in the mouth and when Sheila looked up she saw Stacy looking quite surprised she asked, Would you like a little kiss too”

As she lay there not knowing what to say Betty chimed in, Oh come on give mommy a little sugar Stacy it’s okay mommy likes it.”
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Betty’s Animal Farm pt. 2
     Stacy found her way through the dimly lit house to her bedroom as she passed her parents she could see they were sleeping so the coast was clear and a feeling of relief swept over her as she slinked into her room stripped out of her wet pants and panties then slipped into her flannel nightie and then slipped into bed opting to shower in the morning rather than chance waking mom and dad, but mostly she wanted to savor her new tastes and smells as she held the glazed wetness on her panties next to her nose.

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

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

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

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 Better Than a Movie Pt. II

    Walking in the door after work, I find that Zeus, my mastiff, has greeted me at the door. I pat him on the head and take my clothes off as I head for the shower. Once there, I turn on the water and step under the hot, steamy water, letting it sluice down my body causing me to shiver.

Soaping up my body brings back images of what happened a couple nights ago. I slump against the wall remembering Zeus’s tongue making magic on my pussy as I watched the porno. A hand trailed to my pussy, which was now soaked with my juices, and mimicked Zeus’s mad thrusts into my pussy as he’d fucked me. It had been the best fuck of my life and it had been by a dog!

My thumb rubbed my clit as I finger fucked my pussy. My moans bringing Zeus into the bathroom to see what was going on. He sniffed the air and watched my hand at my pussy and I watched as his massive cock extended from its sheath and grew longer and thicker before my eyes. Licking my lips, I imagined sucking that massive cock, taking it down my throat and tasting his cum. This last thought finished me off to a trembling and moaning mess at the bottom of the tub as I violently came. Laying still on my back, I turn off the water with my foot and attempt to recover.

Meanwhile, Zeus is getting alarmed that I haven’t moved and steps into the tub, nuzzling me as if trying to wake me up. He moves down toward my legs when the impulse, too strong for me to ignore, takes me.

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Bastard Maker    My husband and I have endured numerous re-locations with his job. He opens new territories for his company. We have been married for sixteen years and have seven children; girl 2; girl 4; girl 6; boy, 8; boy 11; girl 13, boy 15. As you can see, they are evenly spaced.

Each was born in a different area of the country. In addition, each has a different father. My husband has good reason to doubt that any are his, though he has never confronted me with his suspicions.

The reason is simple. During our entire marriage, Mark has used condoms when we make love. For most of our marriage, I have had a lover on the side, at least one in every area we lived. I never ask my lovers to use protection. Mark is well aware that I take a lover. He doesn’t ask questions, and I offer no answers. Cheating is something I do, and he has learned to live with my infidelity and accept the consequences as a fact of life. I adore being pregnant, especially by another man’s child.

I get a rush by handing my husband the newborn child, christened after the real father, my current lover, a name well-known to my husband and kids.

Aside from that, we have a loving relationship and enjoy having a big family. He makes good money. We do many things together.

The children are good kids. Everything is fine so long as I can sneak away from time to time and fuck my brains out. Extra-marital sex is my pressure relief valve. An adulterous pregnancy is a fringe benefit.

When we moved to Houston, I immediately began prowling the area for a potential lover and father for our eighth child. I prefer married professionals who can treat me right and have more to lose than me if they start trouble or want to get serious. It took four months, but I finally found him in one of Mark’s coworkers, a man named Brian. I try to avoid men who know Mark, and I’d always made it a rule never to go after a company man. Brian was just too damned perfect. Besides being brutally handsome, he is bright, witty, cultured, and well-hung. Those combinations I can not resist.

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BARBIE    Three months ago, I was your everyday housewife and mother of three–two boys, Phil, 15; Joey, 13; and a girl of twelve, Sandy. My husband, Maxwell Blake, is a big-shot attorney with the DA’s office. Cheating on Max never entered my mind, and probably never would have had we not moved across the street from Staci and Joe. I was so straight, if I masturbated more than once a month, I felt guilty.

The life of a housewife with all kids in school is boring to the extreme. Staci ended my boredom and made me what I am today. I freely admit I am a sex junkie, a whore, a slut. Sex is all I think about, and no perversion turns me off. I want my sex down and dirty, filthy and disgusting.

In fantasy, I wanted everyone to know the new me. In reality, I didn’t want to advertise that fact, but I had no desire to reverse the self-destructive course Staci had me on.

I was like the junkie that knows where the addiction will lead, but doesn’t want help. I feared my sexual addiction would virtually destroy my marriage. I’d lose my children and possibly wind up in prison. I couldn’t help that. The risks outweighed the consequences, because the sex was that good.

I love Staci for what she’s done. She took her time with me, got to know me, inside and out, then began her expert manipulations that led me to where I am now. The journey has been a long and difficult one for me, but nothing worthwhile comes easy as my father would say. Eight months of patient prodding has paid off for both me and Staci.

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 Barbara

   This is intended for adults 21 and over only. If you are offended by graphic descriptions of a sexual nature, please, don’t read this or download it.

If this is illegal where ever you are reading this stop now.

Warning : This chapter of the Barbara series involves more sexual humiliation and degradation of two girls. These parts include graphic depiction of group anal & oral sex, fisting, excessive participation in watersports, scat sex, and bestiality. If any of these graphic sexual scenarios offend you, stop now and read no further. This writing is for those who enjoy sexually explicit fantasy stories.

Kelly laid down on the floor taking her well deserved rest. Barbara got up making a trip to the kitchen. When she return it was apparent she was still horny as hell and looking for more crude nasty things to do.

Barbara returned with a pint of chocolate milk and a small plastic funnel. She helped Kelly back up on her knees, even though she wasn’t quite ready for more yet. Barbara took the funnel and inserted the end into Kelly’s asshole. She inserted the whole shaft portion in Kelly’s ass, first slipping in the tip, then shoving the rest of the plastic funnel shaft deep up inside her rectum. Once fully inserted with the flared out portion of the funnel resting on Kelly’s butt cheeks, she started pouring the container of chocolate milk into the funnel. It gurgled around slowly pouring into Kelly’s rectum.

Barbara had to shake and wiggle the funnel a bit in order to get all the milk inside her. Kelly knew what Barbara was up to, and like before, she attracted everyone to watch. Kelly even wiggled her cute butt around shaking the milk inside her. With her ass so high up in the air and moving around, she could feel the milk seeping deeper inside her body.

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 Bandit’s knot for me.

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

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

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

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 Ballsie Fuckers

   Lucy said, “Honey, we have to talk. I did something pretty bizarre today, and it involves Sharon.”

“Something bizarre that involves Sharon? What did you do, make her Barbie Dolls anatomically correct?”

“Very funny. I wish it were that mild; besides, Sharon hasn’t played with Barbie dolls in years. Wayne, you’d better sit down and get a grip.”

Wayne sat at the table with his wife, Lucy, his face now taking on a serious countenance. “What is it, Lucy?”

Lucy took a deep breath, then said, “I jerked a man off in Sharon’s vagina.”

Wayne shot up from his chair, standing over Lucy. He shouted, “You did what?”

“It’s true, Wayne, but it’s not as bad as it sounds.”

Wayne took a deep breath and said, “If it’s not as bad as it sounds, I gotta hear this.”

Wayne retook his seat. Lucy sat up straight and said. “I took her for her first pelvic exam.”

“Oh no, Lucy. You didn’t take her to that quack twat doctor of yours, did you?”

“He’s not a quack. He’s a real doctor, and he’s my doctor. Why wouldn’t I take her to him?”

“Because she needs a real pelvic exam, not a finger-fucking, tittie-nibbling, clit-sucking game of Doctor and Nurse.”

“She got a real exam.”

“And a twat full of sperm, evidently.”

“All right, but that was partly my fault. I got caught up in what he was doing to her. Sharon was turned on like no thirteen-year- old girl ever was. Before I realized it, Dr. Langdon was stroking his naked cock and moving between her legs. The next thing I know, I’ve got him by the cock and I’m stroking it for him. The rest is history. It just sorta happened.”

“It just sorta happened? You never told me you were in the habit of playing with the doctor’s cock. You’ve been having an affair with him, too, haven’t you? He’s your god damn steady lover, isn’t he?”

“No he’s not. I don’t have a steady lover and don’t want one. The main reason I sleep around is for the variety. This was the first time he ever exposed himself. All I ever did with Dr. Langdon was lie still and let him get me off. That’s all he ever tried to do. I’ll tell you this much, though, if I’d ever seen his cock, I’d have begged him to fuck me. Furthermore, if he pulls that cock out on my next visit, I’m leaving that office with a messy pussy.”

“Is that supposed to be a threat?”

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 Bad Dog

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

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

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

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

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

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

   My Baby (his name), is a black lab, 4 years old, weighs near 100 pounds. Gentle as a lamb, usually, except at times when he gets protective, or sexually excited. Which he seems to be in the latter state at the moment.

I lay on the floor, wrestling with him. He is very excitable, but very gentle. Sometimes he just completely stops everything except his breathing and looks into my eyes, almost saying, “I want you”. I can almost feel the doggie words coming out of his eyes. Then once again, into the fray, but maybe with a little more sexual intoning to his play. He nuzzles my neck, licks my mouth, paws my legs, little innuendos most people would not think anything of.

I myself an starting to get excited, warm, breathing a little quicker, just knowing where this play is heading. Again baby stops all movement and again looking right into my eyes. I can almost detect a leer with a slight grin.

I sit up and look back at him. It only takes a slight smile to melt him. His tail starts to wag, wiping the coffee table clean and paying no attention to the damage he’s doing. Now I know what he has in his mind. And what I have in mine.

I sit and while looking into his eyes, I reach for the buttons of my shirt and start unbuttoning from the top. His sign that bitch is nearly ready. He slowly walks to me and licks my open, almost panting mouth. I don’t berate him.

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 Baby Bambi

    I sympathised with my daughter, Candy. Her father was way too restrictive with her. She was fifteen, and boys were asking her on dates. I understood John’s point and shared his concerns as well. Candy wasn’t ready to make mature decisions about her body, sex, and picking what boys were good and which ones were not. Candy is a sweet kid. We named her right, but she has no idea how sweet she looks to the opposite sex.

Candy still has a child’s frame, but a woman’s body has grown on it. She has full size breasts, a tiny waist, and full hips; the classic female hour glass, only scaled down. She stands four foot ten inches, weighs eighty-eight pounds, and measures thirty-two, sixteen, thirty-one. Those would be respectible measurements on a full-sized woman like me, but on Candy, they look positively voluptuous. With her full mane of auburn hair, big green eyes, and pearly white smile, she has no idea how sexy she looks.

She’s not exactly an airhead, but she’s no Rhode’s scholar either. Gullible, naive, easily led, easily influenced, and overly-trusting do come to mind. She adores male attention and sucks up compliments like an industrial shop vac. Candy doesn’t know how to play the game, and I can’t bring myself to talk about back seat ball games. I still haven’t told her about the birds and bees. The right guy, saying the right lines, could round the bases and slide into home with his first time at bat.

She needs a big sister, or a father who doesn’t break out in sweats around her. It’s not the sweats so much, it’s the erection he gets that causes the sweats. Candy has noticed his problem.

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Aurora   My name is Aurora, I’m 28, and tall, with large, full breasts and long legs, and long, red hair. This is the story of my erotic life.

From the first time I was seduced when I was fifteen years old, I have loved all kinds of sex. I’ve done all kinds of things imaginable, and this chapter will contain a few of the wilder things I’ve ever done. It is not for the faint of heart.

The first thing I’m going to tell you about is one night with my ex-boyfriend Gary. He was a well-off self-employed businessman who was pretty wild sexually. One night we were out on a date, and after a nice dinner, with wine and dessert, he told me he was going to take me shopping. I didn’t question him, he was unpredictable and a lot of fun. We went into a grocery store in a nice neighborhood, and I turned a few heads as we walked along the produce isle.

Gary told me to pick out a very nice, big zucchini, the biggest one I could find. He said he wanted to fuck me with it. So I found a very nice one, but he told me, no I want one bigger. I blushed and put it back, and got another one. He said no, that’s not big enough. I want to really make you feel fucked like you have never been fucked before, and I want a huge cock for you. He walked over and picked one up himself. At this point there was a guy looking at us next to me, and I think he figured out what was going on. I blushed, and said “O.K. let’s get out of here.” Gary loudly said, loud enough for the other customers to hear, “This is what I’m going to fuck you with tonight.” I couldn’t believe he said that, but he just laughed and said let’s go.

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 Another Exciting Experience

    Well I would just like to say that Bear has made an incredible impression on my sex life. For those of you who don’t know who Bear is, he’s my adorable, black furred chow. If you read “An Incredible Experience,” you will know who he is, and how it all got started.

The day after my encounter with Bear, my husband and I had came home from work, and Bear had done a very bad thing. He hiked up his leg and marked the couch. My husband was so outraged that he threw him outside and chained him up, which, as you can imagine, upset me deeply, because I had been playing with the idea of having another sexual encounter with him (his cock had felt so good). A few days passed and I was begging him to let Bear come back in. I didn’t feel it was right to punish him in that way for that long. Finally, after 3 days my husband agreed to let him back in.

It was just an ordinary Monday, like any other. I had put Bear outside to get the cleaning done. My house usually gets destroyed almost every weekend. During that time, we have company over.

Mondays I always have the house to clean. Anyway I like to sit and watch the soaps on Mondays and Fridays to keep up with what is going on. I lay down on the couch and turned on the tube, just in time to see the opening credits. I heard a scratching at the door, and remembered I had put Bear outside to run around while I cleaned. I hopped up and opened the door for him, walked back to the couch, and lay back down. He came over and nudged my hand for me to pet him so I did.

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 Another Day

   I had just finished another tiring day at work and had decided to go home, so i switched off my PC and the lights to my half of the office area and proceeded to go out of the building. Once out of the building i had remembered that i had complied a shopping list of items that i required urgently for my flat such as Milk, Loaf of Bread and margarine and some vegtables.

So i decided to quickly nip into the local store to purchase these items and head for home as i wanted to catch up with some of my favourite soaps and have some dinner, so i got my shopping list items and got into the car and drove off and arrived home quicker than normal as i had worked late into the evening from normal office opening hours which were til 6pm. When i arrived home i got out of the car and proceeded to the steps which would lead me into the front porch area, when through the front door i went to my flat door and opened it only to be greeted by my pet German Shepard Dog “Toby”.

I reached the kitchen area and put away all the shopping except the vegtables which i left to one side and went into the hall taking my jacket and shoes off and then went into the living room switched on the TV, i then decided to have some dinner and went into the kitchen rustled some food up for myself and also at the same time i put some dog food into a bowl and gave it to Toby. I then progressed into the living room sat on the sofa and started to eat my Dinner after finishing i had also finished watching the television so i switched it off and left the dishes in the kitchen sink, i then took a cucumber out of my shopping bag and took it with me into my bedroom and i think you know what i did with that.

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Air Conditioning Man Gets A Suprise.

   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.

Growing up in a strict catholic house had taught me all about the dangers of sin and hell. I went with my more primal human instincts though and pressed my hips forward with a long sensual moan as he began to stick his tongue into my tight cunt hole. Discarding my mothers metaphysical speeches that had begun to play in my mind, I began thrusting my hips against his tongue, one of my hands reached down to my clit, and within a few strokes I was cumming hard, my hips convulsing and Bruzers name being moaned out on my lips. I lay down on the ground, Bruzer didn’t stop though, he kindly began to clean up all of the juice that was flowing from my cunt. Within a few moments, he was able to bring me into a wave of smaller, yet still satisfying orgasms. I finally regained enough breath to tell him to stop and sit.
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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 Lazy Afternoon with TJ   I had the afternoon off and with it raining pretty good outside, there wasn’t much that I wanted to do but be lazy and veg out on the couch.? My husband was away at work and I started to think about the good fuck we had the night before and wishing he was home to take care of the ache that was beginning between my legs.

I soon found that my hand was traveling down over my stomach and pulling aside my gstring and a finger was tracing a line on my swollen lips.I could feel the heat and the wetness that was beginning to escape and I grabbed some on my finger and brought them to my waiting lips. My tongue reaching out to taste the sweetest. I brought my finger back down to my hot pussy and inserted a finger, slowly fucking myself as my thumb rubbed against my hard clit. Soft moans coming out of my mouth as I started to work my finger faster.

A sudden tongue by my finger surprised me and my eyes snapped open. Thinking it was my husband, I was shocked to see that it was our german sheperd, TJ and I pushed him away. He was not having that and tried to shove his face between my legs again.? I have never done that before with a dog but I had to admit, it was exciting me, so I opened my legs for him.? “What would it hurt” I asked myself.

He caught my scent again and dove right in and I was loving every moment of it. His big wet tongue lapping at my pussy as he was burying his nose in my wet cunt. I was in throes of ectasy, my legs shivering as my fingers were pulling on my hard clit. It wasn’t long before I felt myself cumming and cumming hard. Spent, I laid there, softly rubbing TJ’s neck, breathing heavy. I looked down and saw that his huge cock was out of his sheath and I felt my pussy jump.? “Nooo” I said outloud “I couldn’t”
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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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  It was getting harder and harder to keep my secret. Dog’s don’t have secrets and that was one reason I was having trouble. Even with my little performance the other night my son-of-a-bitch husband probably had wondered, just a little, if there was “something going on with me.” Maybe my attitude was lighter. Living with him was a constant depression but my spirits had been lifted by my new companion and I’m sure it was evident.

Husband started coming home earlier–before 8 PM. One time he almost caught us in the act. Thank heaven his dog knot wasn’t stuck in me or we would have been discovered. We had been doing our usual coupling there in the living room. He was just finishing me off with a thorough licking. My cunt was aching for more and would have had it but just then the car door slammed. I was instant action. Into the closet for my housecoat. I was desperate to come some more but concentrated real hard on the task at hand.

“Home a little early?” I asked as he entered the side door. He just nodded, and looked around. The dog was looking at me and then him, that luxurious tongue in and out of his mouth, and then looking at me again, walking over. I turned away and went to pee and clean up. “That dog sure thinks you’re something, doesn’t he?” he asked. I shut the door, sat on the toilet, turned on the water in the sink and played with myself until I came. I needed that. Got cleaned up, flushed and back out for dinner.

“I think he wants a little of you again tonight,” he said. I started making salad. The macaroni was already simmering and we had a little meal. I wondered what was next. “I said, I think he wants a little.” I gave him a hard stare. Resisting the idea would fool him but my cunt was getting wet again. I couldn’t just say “Yeah, let’s do it” or he’d figure it out. I crossed my legs, giving myself a jolting in the pussy. “Want some more…macaroni?” I said not answering his suggestion. Coy was good. The son-of-a-bitch didn’t have a clue.

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  I was in for it now. My son-of-a-bitch husband had no one but himself to blame for making me the way I was…or found out I was. I didn’t bring a dog to our home; I didn’t constantly berate my marital skills. It was his fault, entirely, but I felt guilty about it. That is the way of the abused spouse.

I had a taste of dog and wanted more but had to be discreet and clever and deceptive and use my brain. I had no friends except those of which husband approved–who were his friends. I was me, myself and I + the dog. We were an item as far as I was concerned and I wanted more in spades.

“He’s lonely,” I said. “Needs a companion,” I said. Husband nodded. “We’ll see,” he said. I waited. That was only my other problem. My first problem is how does one tell a pet dog that loving to have your cunt licked and fucked all to hell is “a secret.” A dog is the first to let the world know of excitement, jumping and leaping at people and things–go fetch a ball which it will enthusiastically do time and again…and when the truth is the dog likes the licking and fucking the spunky drippy cunt…I mean, how to be discreet?

In my case, of course, I blamed the son-of-a-bitch. He started it. I was only a reluctant and embarrassed actor in the part he created. If he hadn’t brought the dog home–you know the rest of the story.

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  I was a stay-at-home wife. That’s the only way he would have it. My husband was a bastard and controlling of everything I did. My only friends were the ones that came to the door and would talk about things like God and all. You know the ones. Coats and ties and the ever-present briefcase. They were all about obedience and the husband was the boss. They didn’t know mine. I WAS obedient, God knows, and resentful. The more he neglected me the worse it got. I pushed my feelings down, real deep. When we had sex, which wasn’t often, I made all the “oohs” and “aahs” of fake orgasm. He was dumb, as well as mean, and I fooled him.

Meanwhile, when he was at work and there were no door people, I played with myself with hands, carrots, cucumbers. I wouldn’t wash them when I made his salad. When I thought he wanted sex I put on lots of cold cream to gross him out…Maybe I got what I deserved. Then one night, I was in for a surprise, when he came home from work and I saw a twinkle in his eye. I was headed for slicing an unwashed used cucumber–you know what I mean–and the cold cream jar.

He had this dog on a leash. “I got it at the pound,” he said. Too cheap to buy a real dog. I felt sorry for the dog as he would feed it nothing but scraps. We laid in bed a few nights later and he called the dog to jump up on the covers. I turned over on my side and pretended to be sleeping when he lifted the covers and the dog started started sniffing around. It was my turn to be grossed-out! God! that dog’s nose was cold. He must have gotten a scent. I had gotten the cucumber ready for the salad just before dinner and the dog knew it. He was going at it and my husband was encouraging it. Then I felt a long tongue licking at me from behind. I pretended sleep but couldn’t pretend for long. My resentment got the better of me, as did that tongue.

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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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As she entered the conversation, woman1 said, “I just love it when I make love to my dog. He always acts so innocent, but then his instincts kick in, and he fucks me up good. His hot pink cock just rams my pussy with utter savageness. My boyfriend loves to watch me get fucked by him too. I love it how the dog struggles to stick his cock deep in his bitch like he’s not going to get another chance. His balls were flopping on my cunt as they work so hard to pump me full of animal semen. Oh! I explode when he rams his knot into my cunt, and ties with me. He holds the warm cock deep inside me as he comes, thus claiming me as his bitch. A river of come flows out of my pussy as he pulls out with a loud pop. He licks up all my pussy juices along with his own. He runs of in the corner to clean his dirty cock, and then twenty minutes later he’s back for more.”

Julie adds, “Me and my dog have fun times like that too. It’s great to have one. My dog’s a great Dane, and he has one of the biggest dog cocks I’ve seen. When he sticks that shit in my pussy, there’s no escape. I can only wait until loads of hot cumshots are shot into my belly.”

Woman2 replies, “Wow, that’s great. I love to have sex with my dog too, but have you tried a horse? They’re hung! Everyday, I walk out to my barn naked and wake up the horses. I go under their belly, and I start rubbing their enormous testicules. He quivers and neighs at the touch.

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   I immediately dropped what I was carrying and started to try to fight whatever it was that had done this to me, I scratched one of them on the face real good because he immediately let go of me and started to say “shit, she is going to pay for this”. Well my skin got all crawlly at the thought of some kind of payment. The other guy told him that he’d be ok and to get the belt, all the while I was kicking & scratching. The guy that was holding me was really big and strong and I wasn’t able to do much damage to him except step on his feet with my heels which he didn’t like much either. Well I felt this belt going around my waist and one of them laughed and said “She won’t be able to do anything once we get this on her good” They really cinched it up tight, I almost couldn’t breath and now I was really getting scared. They took some kind of cuffs and latched my hands to my sides using the belt then they took something sharp and told me “Don’t move if you don’t want your tits cut all up” With a threat like that I decided to stay still and not move at all. They cut up my dress and left me in my bra and panties, but that didn’t last either.

When they had me naked they told me to open my legs well I didn’t want to do that so I shook my head “no”, well one of them grabbed my breast (which are very large and full) and squeezed it hard but I still wouldn’t open them, one of the guys said, “get the clamps and she will open up wide for us for sure” I heard them rummaging around and then the other guy said “the little ones or the big ones” , “Big ones, she might as well get used to it now” then I felt one of them grabbing my nipples and pulling it out and then the teeth from the clamps cutting my soft nipples, I started to scream but I couldn’t with the ball gag in my mouth and I felt something warm on my body, I figured it was blood from the clamps.

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  Summer in Piccadilly is a hot affair, even the streets steam up after the sun rises. I was glad therefore to be in this little fish and chips shop enjoying my friends company as well as the air-conditioning when four nice married white ladies came in and sat at the next table. Now normally I wouldn’t be eavesdropping, but my ears perked up when this cute little blond starts complaining that she isn’t getting enough at ye old family estate by her wimp hubby.
“You should try shagging the help,” said the long haired brunette on her left, and all four ladies laughed at that, but then the woman continued in almost a whisper. “I tell you Yvette, if I were in your lucky shoes, married with money and bored, I’d be shanking that black Gardner you have.”
That got my undivided attention.
“Chris fired him last week for some silly little screw up,” Yvette whispered nervously, “and what is it with you and this black fantasy trip anyway?”
“See those men,” she obviously meant me and my friends, “I’ll make you a bet that there isn’t one of them under 8″ in length.”
“That’s ridiculous,” Yvette returned, “Chris is at least 6″ in length, and that’s as big as any man gets.”
“Any white man maybe,” replied the brunette under her breath, “so bet me then, I dare ya.”
By now my friends had become interested in the conversation at the next table as well, and all were turned looking at Yvette for her response, as were the women at her table.
“What’s the bet?” Yvette said sticking out her chin.
“Okay, if any of these guys are less than 8″ hard, I’ll be your slave for one month, do your errands what ever. Fair enough?”

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Patricia’s no movie star, model, or centerfold. But she could be, what with her face and that body. Luckily for me she decided to become my wife instead. Not too tall, and not too short, and built like a dangerous S turn down a screaming mountain road, Patricia, or Trish as I call her, was a dedicated party girl, from the very moment she reached puberty, some have said.

Not being one who wished to cramp such a high spirited slut, and having inherited the wherewithall to keep her in a custom to which would give her the most freedom, to express her natuarl talents without barriers, or restrictions normally placed on wedded spouces, was probably the biggest advantage on my side of the marriage bargaining table. In fact she fucked my best man in the bridal chambers before the wedding, and gave blow jobs instead of kisses to the men who lined up to pay her a buck at the reception back in the men’s room. Since the buck they gave her was a fresh crisp new hundred dollar bill, I thought it most appropriate myself. Hell, my father even went back for seconds.
Not a shy bone exists in Trish, and when I suggested that she try on a few of the locals on our honeymoon in Hawaii she ended up getting gang banged in the pool at the Royal Hawaiian Hotel. That’s the swimming pool with the window connected to the basement cocktail lounge. And though no one in there saw her face they all oggled, belly up to the bar, as she took on no less than ten local men two at a time in both her tight pussy and ass in that lighted baby blue clorinated water just beyond the window behind the bar.

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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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   I don’t believe any of these people, they are just sick perverts, and they’re full of shit. I don’t even see what the fascination is, it’s nasty to have a dog put his, you know, in you, or even to just lick you out, it’s repulsive.

I’m Lucy, I’m a Harvard grad of law, and I work in a very successful firm, one of the largest in L.A.. I’m 28, 5’3 and 104 lbs. Long dark brown hair, hazel eyes, a good-looking girl I think, even without the shapely ass and 34 D breasts.

I’m very fit, I get my exercise when I take my greyhound Duke, out for runs, which is once, sometimes twice a day. He’s a gorgeous dog, very well kept and cared for, I love him.

I got Duke when I got my own place after college. There are plenty of loons out there and I wanted the intimidation aspect on my side, which is why I got a large, swift dog. I live alone with Duke in a house that’s kind of set back from the road, and there’s only one road.

I like the peace and quiet that you just can’t get in the city, and this house and land was very reasonably priced. It’s nothing much really, it’s homely. It’s about two acres of clear land and another three of dense woods.

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   Being a pervert has it’s ups and downs. Take my wife for instance. Five foot two eyes of blue, raven black mane to mid back, nicely trimmed and bikini waxed pussy on a powerful 39D-21-34 tightly packed well stacked body, just made for fucking you might think, but, and what a lovely butt it is too, Kat has this one little problem. She can’t stand the idea of having sex with me. Oh don’t get me wrong, Kat loves sex, and she loves me, she just doesn’t like to have sex clutter up what to her is an otherwise perfect marriage arrangement, or at getting in the way of her lovers. The problem is, no other woman turns me on like Kat does, and there in lays my tail of tales. I’ve had to become a veritable peeping Tom at my own home, just to get any satisfaction, even if it is from watching her exploits as I jerk myself off.

Now right off, you might think I’m not very well endowed in the pecker department, but that’s just not the case here as I’ve got close to a foot of cock dangling to my knees. Maybe you would think that I’m some old coot, however I’m in my mid twenties, and just a year older than Kat is. Okay, so I’m no prince charming, but some women have called me cute other than my mother when she was alive, and I’m far from being poor, in fact, I’ve inherited the family fortune well in excess of hundreds of millions of dollars, and Kat comes from old money as well. So what’s the problem? I got caught fucking the brides maid on our wedding day, and if that weren’t bad enough, it was Kat’s cute younger honey blond sister Kitty. (I know, but their parents had a thing for felines, their older brother’s name is Tiger a redhead, who knew how far it would have went if they’d had more kids.)

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