Careful What You Wish For

       Fantasise about seeing your wife or girlfriend GANGBANGED
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My heart began beating faster and my cock became stiffer as I re-read the massage. At first I thought that it must be some kid messing about, then I realised that my fingers were typing the address into an e-mail document.
“It’ll be a laugh.” I thought, as I typed ‘Interested. Send details.’
“It’ll be a turn on for him to consider banging my wife.”
I sent the e-mail never thinking that they were serious or even lived in the UK anyhow.
After about 10 minutes of surfing even darker porn sites, a message ‘pinged’ on screen. I checked my account to see that the message was from the person that I had replied to.
It read…

We may be interested in your wife but need more details. Send by return”.

I smiled and eagerly replied…
Andrea, 27, slim, no kids, 5 foot 6 inches, brown hair and blue eyes and I think she is attractive”. I pressed send.

After two or three minutes I had another reply.

Send a picture and her sexual preferences. You could be in business”

My heart gave a jump as I looked through my documents” for something suitable. My cock was stiffening as I found a picture of her from a wedding we attended earlier in the year. She was wearing a hat and a light coloured dress that emphasised her curves. She looked gorgeous.
“Picture attached. Loves oral (giving and receiving), prefers ‘doggy style’, enjoys wearing sexy lingerie. Not very vocal but is very orgasmic.” I exaggerated about the oral sex, but it was only a bit of fun.
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Bound for Glory     Annabelle Maryweather pulled her daughter along the busy train station platform, searching for car number nine. To her, the Great Depression appeared to be a boon to train travel. Everyone seemed to be going somewhere, and going by train. “My Lord, I’ve never seen Clairmont Station so busy. There it is, Catherine, hurry.”

“Mother, we’re not late. Please, stop pulling. I can’t run in these stupid shoes.”

“I want to see you properly settled. This is a big step for a young lady of fifteen, going all the way across the country by herself. Someone will need to look after you, and the Lord will provide. We have to give Him some time, though. I’m sure the good Lord doesn’t like being rushed anymore than you do.”

“I don’t see why I have to have someone looking after me. I can look after myself. I’m not a child, Mother.”

“You are a child until I say you’re not, or until you have one, and that won’t happen until I say. Keep moving your feet, not your mouth.”

One minute later, they were inside car nine, looking for compartment six. People crowded the aisle that ran along the right side, going in and coming out of rooms that could accommodate six passengers. Annabelle forced her way along, dragging Catherine behind her. “Here we are.” She opened the door, looked in, and saw two men seated in the room. “Excuse me.”

She stopped the conductor and said, “I’m afraid there’s been a mistake. My fifteen-year-old daughter, Catherine Maryweather, is traveling alone to Sacremento, California. I specifically requested a women’s berth. Number six is a man’s compartment. That simply won’t do.”
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     “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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     The fire felt wonderful against my body; as warm and gentle as ewe’s wool and as hot as her cunny honey. The bon fire in an old drum was cooking the BBQ. Friend’s of other people’s friend’s were chatting, laughing and sucking grog. And speaking of grog, I had to release a few bottles of it myself. I walked over to an empty, near darkness patch on the farm. Just after I relieved myself I noticed a sheep on the other side of a fence I was near; a ewe with her backside facing me! My eyes gazed between her rump, hiding behind that tiny tail of hers. I slowly stroked myself towards erection but stopped and put my pants on as I remembered that I was near a public place. Anyway, I had the rest of the night to work my plan. As soon as everyone had left the farm I would have the cover of night to have as many sheep to fuck as possible. This was my best friend’s farm but he doesn’t know about my dirty little secret.

The BBQ had finished and everyone was leaving. This was a party to celebrate the start of shearing season (get the girls naked season to me!). The meal was, of course, lamb spit roast. The poll going through both ends of the lamb had me thinking of a sheep 3-some: me hammering my cock home inside her pussy while someone else is getting their cock swallowed; oh, if only you could be in two places at once! Eating the meal was like eating her out. I rolled the succulent piece in my mouth like a clitoris.

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      “Hey, look at that one,” Jerome said, pointing to one of the cheerleaders practicing in the field, “now that one could make any swinging dick stand up and cheer.”
“Nigger, you say that about every blonde,” Spike put in, chuckling, “but I’ll give you this, Kelly’s rape bait fo sure. Got a booty as tight and fine, and bouncey as you could ever want, and those titties of her’s be ripe enough to pluck a year ago.”
“Who you call’en Nigger, Nigger?” Jerome punched his friend playfully in the right shoulder. “And don’t go thinking you can rape that bitch and not get yo ass whipped by that twin big brother of hers either. That’s one white boy who be a real bad ass mutherfucker.”
“Yeah, Casey’s a screwy one alright. Got as many muscles as he do brains. Who’da ever thought, a jock football player/honor student? Hell, that ain’t natural.”
“Fuck that. What ain’t natural, is that hot ass bitch sister of his.”
“Yeah, what a dick teasing wet dream she turned out to be. Might be worth an ass whoop’en for a taste of some of that.”
“You know, maybe we can do it, and not get a whoop’en,” Jerome thought outloud, and for the first time in years, Spike was listening to him.
“What’s that you’re working on?” Asked Mr. Chumly, Casey’s science teacher.
“Something for my science project, sir,” Casey replied.
“Nothing explosive in those chemicals, is there?”
“No sir, take a look, it’s all in my notes here. I just need one thing. A hair folicale, and the formula will be complete.”
“I look forward to seeing the results Casey,” Mr. Chumly said, and as he walked out, added; “Just remember to close up on your way out son, and good luck.”

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    The woods were a perfect place for Shirley and I to go to be alone with each other. The winding foot path leading to many a clearing surrounded by thick shrubbery was a favorite local hot spot for most lovers during the weekends,and it being a Monday we would have the woods pretty much all to ourselves, and just to make sure that no one thought we were up to anything who might see the two of us entering the woods, we both took our dogs Shep, her large male Collie, and Duke, my family’s Boxer with us as if just taking them for a walk. With honey blond hair down to mid back, and that come and get it smileof hers at 18; Shirley looked more like jailbait in her cutoffs and well filled short sleeved shirt tied up in front like a halter top, than most 15 or 16 year olds ever would. Her taunt yet supple curves just seemed to beg to be touched,and walking behind Shirley was a true study in the dynamic mechanics of physics as that tight round butt swiveled on hips that were a pure fluid motion of perpetual dance.

We found the place we wanted, the one furthest from civilization, and off the beaten trail, and in moments we were naked and making finger, and tongue paths of our own on each others flesh. Her smooth scented skin an aphrodisiac to my nostrils and we soon became inverted there on the grass with me underneath, licking the greatest tasting sweet syrupy pussy of my young life, and her ontop taking a vacuum lock of my prick with those tender pouting lips of hers.With her tight young round butt bouncing on my face, and her mouth doing magical spells with my dick as her head bobbed up and down, I suddenly had a little help licking up all of that fine white young crack as Shep suddenly stuck his nose in my business, or rather her business end.

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    Burby had never been “done” and so he was horny nearly all of the time! One day, my mum and stepdadhad gone away for the weekend,leaving me all alone with Burby. As usual, he was relieving himself with a well deserved masturation session. I looked at the huge pink cock and watched the precum dripping from the end of it,I felt myself gettingwet. Feeling my swelling clit start to rub against the fabric of my panties I decided I also needed to relieve myself. Knowing I was alonetill Monday and only Burby could see(and he wasn’t gonna tell!)I stripped down and layed back on the floor.

I began to rub myself all over,thenfinally going down to my wet pussy I thrust two fingers in my cunt-hole. Becoming lost in my soon-to-be orgasm, I didn’t noticed Burby’s growing interestin me. Suddenly I felt a warm wet tongue begin to probe at my clit.The sensation was wonderfull!I came instantly!He began to lap at my cum which got meall hot again.Knowing I shouldn’t, but simply could not resist, I rolled over on my front and thrust my ass up in the air.

Seeing this as his cue,Burby got up and threw his paws on either side of me.It pinned me down, there was no going back now, no wanting to either. Feeling the huge weight of him on me was great and hearing himgrowl, he started to thrust his great cock to my pussy. He missed twice, and I turned round to help him and he growled at me, thinking his bitch was trying to get away.

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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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“Scotch on the rocks,” Caroline ordered from the gruffy, bald, old black bartender in the empty bar, “and make that a double!”
“Any particular brand?” Asked the fellow in his 40’s learing, trying to look at her cleavage. It wasn’t everyday one of these gorgous white business types, probably a lawyer by the cut of her clothes, came into his joint. She’s got to be about a 37D-22-34 and either lost, or been dumped, he thought, adding ice to a glass, and what kind of moron would dump such a hot lookig babe like this?
“Glenlevet, if you have it, if not, anything will do. Just hurry it up!”
“Here ya go miss,” he said placing the drink in front of her, “Glenlevet. I don’t get much call for single malts in here, but I keep a bottle just for those special occasions.”
“Yeah, well this is a special occasion all right,” and Caroline swallowed half her drink in one gulp before putting the glass back on the bar. “Yeah, it’s special all right. I just caught my husband in bed with another woman. That bastard! While I’m working on the case of my life, he’s off boffing the 18 year old that lives next door. Wait until I tell her parents! They’ll castrate him!”
With that statement, Caroline downed the rest of her drink, and pointed to her empty glass and nodded. Not that she needed to, the bartender was already refilling the glass with the amber essence.
“They call me Jake,” said the black man casually introducig himself, then glanced up to see that she was staring at him almost as if……and was that another button open?
“I’m Caroline Huet,” Caroline said introducing herself, and downing the entire drink this time, before putting it in front of Jake for another, eyes becoming glassy, “and if you get me drunk…. Say Jake, have you ever had a married white lady before? Want one for a night?”
“Can’t say that you’d be the first, lady, Caroline, nor would you be a lady after I’ve had you,” and he put fresh ice in her glass, and poured once more, before putting the third double in front of her, and seeing another button undone, and half of her work skirt hiked up by the stool she was sitting on showing her garter snaps, and plenty of smooth white thigh above beige stocking tops.

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