Careful What You Wish For

       Fantasise about seeing your wife or girlfriend GANGBANGED
Do you want to turn your fantasy into reality
If YES, contact us for more details on e mail address etc, etc”

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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 Cadbury in service

   “Cadbury in Service” Jenny dangled her unadorned legs over the edge of the bed, her slippers had fallen off and landed on the carpeted floor silently, one across the other. Her thoughts raced and anticipation mounted with her heart as it beat faster in her chest. It wasn’t her first time, but she had decided that she wanted to take it to the next level and a Friday night would give her ample time to recover if she needed it. Just the thought of her long-term lover and his experience caused her to breathe a little more rapidly and her pulse to quicken. The heat in her belly and sex rose like a furnace of desire.

There would only be one way to quench the need, but she didn’t want to rush it. She lay back and rested her head on the pillows she had arranged to support her. Almost automatically, her fingers found her lips and parted the silken folds. Her fingertips told of the smouldering heat and her natural wetness.

A slight touch with her index finger against her clit was like an electric shock. A buzz of intense feeling travelled through her stomach and produced a shivering thrill. Just the thought of what was to come had her on the precipice of a major orgasm that threatened to boil over and erupt like Vesuvius. She wanted to hold on though and share her climax with her partner. She pictured him in her minds eye in a third person perception and replayed the scene she had been dreaming about for so long. The visual images playing behind her closed lids almost took her over the edge and she took her fingers away from the temptation of rubbing her clit and fucking her to a crashing high. It was a supreme effort and Jenny contented herself with a taste of her moisture and female lubrication as she sucked off her wetness from slickened fingers. She was ready, but he hadn’t entered the room yet.

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 Cabin Fever

My woman’s intuition told me something bad would result from this trip. Brent, my husband, suddenly developed this need to commune with nature. Brenda didn’t want to go. We had to practically drag her to the station wagon. Phil and Carl, however, my twin fourteen-year-old boys, were eager to get out into the remote wilderness. Brent found the cabin and made the plans. I went along like a good wife.

Once at the cabin, light years from anywhere, my anxiety grew. No phone, no electricity, and having no toilet didn’t help. We weren’t there thirty minutes when five armed men burst in on us. They pushed Brent before them, bound and gaged. My heart sank. I clutched my kids to me and we huddled in a corner. We watched helplessly as they shoved Brent into a chair and bound him in place.

After securing Brent, the leader approached us with a leering grin. The others crowded around, snickering and laughing. The man holding the pistol waved it casually while addressing me. He said, “Lady, this ain’t your day. You see, we are bad desperados, and it looks like we’ll be holed up here together for a few days.”

I pleaded, “Please don’t hurt anyone.”

“We don’t plan to, but then that all depends on you. We have to lay low for a few days. You see, we just robbed a bank. If everybody stays cool and cooperates, nobody gets hurt. You guys can go about your little vacation, and we’ll move on. I’ll just say this once, though. If any of you tries anything, sneaks off, or pisses us off, your old man gets a bullet right between the eyes, understand?”

I nodded. He shouted, “I’m talking to all of you.” We all nodded. “Now, you guys go sit on that couch and let us have a little meeting. No talking.”
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Brown Nosing

    We had just dropped our three kids off at a local theater and pulled away from the curb. Frank was in great spirits and hadn’t stopped talking since he got the news. The job that saved our home was his, at least for a three month probationary period. The pay was nearly double what he expected, and he felt confident of landing a permanent position.

I was relieved, even happy, but I’d been in a silent stew since leaving Blake Stone’s office. As soon as the kids were out of earshot, I turned abruptly to Frank and shouted, “Do you know what that son-of-a-bitch had the nerve to do?”

Frank’s dream balloon appeared ready to burst. He said, “Honey, what could he have done? I was only out of the office five minutes; besides, the kids were right there with you the whole time.”

“Frank, it wasn’t me he did anything to. That bastard fondled Sherry. He pulled her up on his lap and fondled her right in front of me.”

“Honey, calm down. Just what are you calling fondling? I saw her on his lap when I came back. She looked fine to me.”

I scooted up next to Frank and grabbed his right hand. I brought it up under my skirt, clear to the tops of my thighs, and said, “What do you call this?”

He smiled a devilish grin and rubbed my inner thigh, saying, “I call it my lucky day.” I knew right away that placing his hand near my vagina was a mistake. He was in far to good of spirit not to take advantage of my one major weakness: I have never been able to say no once my pussy gets stimulated. He said, “Honey, I know he never put his hand this far up a twelve-year-old’s leg.”
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 Britany, Linda and Maverick

Britany was a very pretty fifteen year old. She had shoulder length blonde hair and a slender build. Her main enjoyment in life was riding horses. She loved to ride and she competed in jumping competitions. She loved the way the horse felt between her legs as she gripped him tightly with her knees. She lived on a rural farm with her mother; her father had run off years ago. She was home alone when her mother worked and she spent her time swimming, when it was warm enough, or she played around some on the web.

She was surfing the web one day and she saw a link for a site about women and their horses. She had no idea what it was about so she clicked on the link. She was shocked when she saw the first picture of a woman stroking a horse’s massive cock. She knew she shouldn’t be looking at such pictures but she couldn’t make herself stop. As she looked at the pictures she could feel her pussy getting wet. She went from one picture to the next and she couldn’t believe women could fit something that big in their pussies. She got up and removed her bikini bottom and ran her fingers through the small amount of blonde hair on her pussy. She moaned as her fingers rubbed her clit then slid easily into her wet pussy. She rubbed herself as she clicked from one picture to the next. Then she stopped on a picture that made her mouth water; a woman was sucking a horse and he was cumming in her mouth. She felt her pussy grip her finger and she screamed as her whole body shook with a huge orgasm.

She spent the rest of the afternoon looking at the pictures and wondering how it would be to try it. She put her bikini bottom back on and went to the stable so she could feed and groom the horses. They had five horses, four mares and one stud named Maverick. She fed them and had brushed the mares. Now it was time to brush Maverick. She started brushing him and she noticed he was fidgeting a lot, he snorted and shook his head as the smell of her pussy filled his nose.
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Bride Of The Beast~The Match Is LitKrystal followed her Master into the bedroom as he took her
hand in his to lead her down the hallway.  Upon entering she
noticed the room was awash in the glow of candlelight, their tiny
flames cast flickering shadows over the walls as she saw the small
pillars burning within their glass bowls all sat atop the bureau and
shelves that lined the room.

The air was heavy with the scent of jasmine as the wax began
to melt and pool within each of their containers and Krystal
felt her knees began to weaken from the anticipation of what
she’d waited all week for.

It was to be her night of the mating ritual.
Master had explained everything that would take place.
Giving her instruction and having her read of the experiences
shared by other women and their canine lovers as she sat
each night in front of her computer for no more or less than two
hours during the evening prior to bed.

She was instructed to read and view the intimate details of
the women who had chosen to share their most intimate secrets.
This taboo desire to couple and mate with these canine beasts.
Krystal was instructed NOT to cum as she read of their experiences,
to not allow herself that pleasure but save herself for a night
that would soon come. A night where she would be unspoiled and
give total acceptance in her role as bitch to her beastial lover.
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BoxerThe house was quiet, the only noise came from upstairs as Tricia wandered about. She was preparing to go to bed, getting her pajamas on. She pulled her long dark hair up into a high pony tail, then slipped the thin brief t-shirt over her head. It barely covered the pert swells of her breasts. She wore as well, a silky pair of black panties, the thin strap of the panties rubbing between her aching pussy lips.

Her dark eyes flitted to the clock, she knew that soon Dylan would be back from walking their dog, Boxer. Boxer was a german sheppard, a very good loyal dog, and he enjoyed his nightly walks with his Master.

A relaxed smile creased her lips as she settled back on the bed, leaning against a small pile of pillows. She took the book which she was reading from the night stand and began to flip through it once more. Her free hand wandered the plane of her taut belly, fingers lapping at the bare skin there as her knees bent, heels pressing into the soft bed covers.

She tilted her head to the side, she heard the door open and close downstairs. She knew that Dylan was back and that Boxer would be bounding up the stairs any second now dragging the leash with him. She placed the book aside, laying it back on the night stand as she watched the door for the dog to enter.

It was a nightly ritual, Boxer would come upstairs, give her plenty of kisses then Dylan would usher the dog downstairs so they could sleep in peace. She swung her legs over the side of the bed, hearing the scuttle of dog nails against the hardwood floor she knew that Boxer was on his way.
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Bonding TabathaOnce upon a time, in a land of many freeways, a mother passed away and another took her place–real fast.

Dorothy drove the car while Craig organized his briefcase on the seat between them. Los Angeles International Airport was ten minutes away. They were early, so she didn’t fight the freeway traffic; instead, she fought her nerves.

“Craig, I don’t like this. I don’t like this one bit. You can’t leave me alone with those kids this soon, especially not for two whole days.”

“What are you talking about, Dorothy? You’ve already got those boys calling you Mommy. I can’t believe a fifteen-year-old girl has you all tied in knots.”

“Damnit, Craig, she knows. Having me move in right after we scattered her mother’s ashes was a big mistake. Having me do the scattering in front of those kids was sick. It was stupid, just plain stupid. I think you want to get caught. I think you’re one of those criminals who commits a crime, then subconsciously leave clues so you can be brought to justice. I’m not that way, and I don’t like playing this dangerous game.”

“Relax, will ya? I’m not trying to get caught. The plan worked. No one outside the family suspects foul play. She got sick and her heart gave out. The insurance company paid the death claim. Her ashes are spread to the four winds. We can’t get caught regardless of anyone’s suspicions. The wicked witch is dead, Dorothy, and as far as the kids are concerned, you get all the credit.”

“Bullshit, I get all the blame.”

“Credit, Dorothy. I staged that performance so the shock factor will work on thier minds. When the shock wears off, they’ll see you as the hero. I know my kids, Dorothy. Don’t let their sad faces and tears fool you. The bitch was not loved. We’ll, maybe Tabatha loved her in a sentimental way, but she made Tabatha’s life hell, too. Can you imagine a girl with a cute body like Tabatha’s having to live and dress like a cloistered nun? She’s itching to show us her stuff, and she’ll have you to thank when she finally comes around. She’s weakening; I can tell.”

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Bitch Whore         John waited until the house was quiet, then eased out of his sick bed and drew on a pair of thin PJ bottoms. His sisters had gone off to school and his mother had just left for work. With any luck, his sexy Aunt Joy would still be sipping coffee in her maddeningly brief terrycloth robe. With better luck, she’d be naked under that robe.

John eased down the stairs and saw her as he rounded the corner. He was in luck. He smiled weakly as she looked up, then took feeble steps toward the chair that might give him a good beaver shot. As he pulled the chair out to place it at a good viewing angle at the corner, Joy said, “You can stop the act, now, John. She’s gone.”

John plopped down in the seat and smiled. “How’d you know?”

“I’ve been around. I was married for twelve years to a man who had three boys. I raised all three through their teens. I know when I’m being stalked for seduction.”

John reacted with feigned shock, started to defend his motives, then smiled bashfully and said, “I guess I’m pretty obvious, huh?”

“I’ll give you credit. At least you came down with something on.”

“I guess you think I’m pretty pathetic, don’t you?”

“Pathetic? Hardly. I’m quite impressed. You’re very good. You have natural abilities. You know just how subtle to be, yet you get your message across loud and clear. Women like that in a seduction. We hate crude grabbers or foul-mouthed mashers, but we especially hate having to guess at a man’s intent. Any sixteen-year-old with twenty-four notches on his bedpost already knows that.”

“You know what those mean?”

“Of course I know. Your mother knows too.”

“MOM Knows?”

“Yes, and she brags about her stud son. She brags to me, anyway.”

“No kidding? Mom knows and she thinks it’s cool?”

“She wouldn’t let you keep carving up a three-hundred dollar headboard if she didn’t, now would she?”

“Wow! I wondered why she never said anything. Man, that is so weird. Mom knows, huh?”

“Yes, but we’re both curious. Do you make a notch each time you get laid, or each time you make a new score?”

“They each represent a new score. I don’t count the same girl twice. If I did that, there wouldn’t be any headboard left.”

“She’ll be thrilled by that news. I said you counted fresh kills; she was sure you were counting fucks.”

“Aunt Joy! I never thought I’d hear you say the ‘F’ word.”

“Can’t you say fuck? You came down here to fuck me, but you can’t bring yourself to say the word in front of me? You disappoint me, John.”
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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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 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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  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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      The difference between a fairy tail, and a sea story is that one starts out with “Once upon a time…” and the other starts out with, “Now this ain’t no bullshit… The story I’m about to tell you is true, and as close in detail as I can remember it. It has been a very long time since I too went in search of the imfamous Donkey Show in Tiajuana, Mexico, or crossed the border, to watch a Jackass, mule, burro, donkey, pony put it to some fucked up/sleazy, down on her luck/dirty/poor/low life/worn out/wretch of a puta/whore/slut/stretched out cum guzzling woman, as the rumor at that time went. Of course like every sailor who crosses the border from San Diego, California down into Tiajuana, Mexico, I was at first just interested in dipping my own wick in some of that young slick ready, south of the border pussy to care too much about some old over the hill scum hag putting out for animals in front of a crowd now that her cunt was so worn out from human cock that it took me several weekends before I even tried looking. But once started I was diligent to the utmost.

Don’t let the fact that just because it was Mexico, and a border town at that, that the city of Tiajuana, Mexico is small, by any means. It’s huge in land area, if not piled high with tall skyscrapers, and is one hell of a stretch of the legs to walk around in, and not in the most scenic, or fragrant of atmosphere’s either, as other than those places that bow to the tourist, and sailor trade, the areas around town for the most part are three times worse than any slum here in America because of the transits waiting to sneak across our border anyway they can to find jobs and a good home over here.

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The following short story deals with incest, bestiality, the corruption of minors, and as such it is suggested that if this type of reading offends you, please read no further. The story has been written to entertain, and titillate not influence anyone into following such anti-social behavior. The author in no way condones, or sympathizes with those who would even dare to molest children in this or any way. This account is solely for the purpose of entertaining intelligent, well adjusted adults in the privacy of their consensual, private, sexual endeavors, and nothing more.

To sum up in layman’s terms: This is a fantasy you fucking Morons, not real! It’s for getting your dick hard and jerking off to, and nothing more. Normal people don’t do these kinds of stupid things with kids, and neither should you! What you do with your pets now, is another matter, and none of my business, as long as you don’t harm them.
End summation: Nuff said, now start reading assholes!

At fifteen, going on sixteen years old, standing five foot nothing in her bare petite feet, measuring a solid 37C almost D -20-34, and not an ounce over 98lbs. blue eyed, brown hair to her dimpled ass Christine was the epitamy of the well known term; Jailbait. Jefferey, her step father, was already cleaning his hunting rifle everytime a boy stepped in his house by then, and trying his damnedest to hide his own cock’s troublesome hardons in the process whenever Christine came into sight dressed half naked like her mother did around the house in either panties and bra, or the skimpiest of French cut swimwear money could buy. Not that his wife Becky was any slouch in the body lushious department either at 30 years old, with almost the exact same build as Christine, but only two inches taller than her daughter, and a real honey colored blond goddess herself.

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