Bored one day    i woke up and glanced over at the clock, it said 12:10 and i then realised i had overslept. I was susposed to be going out with my mum n dad for the day.

i got up at stolled down stairs, on the side was a note that read “your still fast asleep still, i told you if u wanted to come you should be up and ready! see you after 6pm. and please walk the dog! thank you. x x”

typical of my parents, but not much i can do now. i made some breakfast and watched some tv, but i soon got bored of this. i dithered around not knowing what to do. flicking through a catalog i jotted a few things down that i like, as my 15th birthday is next week. after this not knowing what to do i went back up to my room and collapsed back on my bed. bored out of my mind :o(

i lay there staring at the celing, things running through my head. what homework ive got that i cant be bothered to do, school tomora, then about this boy steve that i have a mad crush on. i have his number and thought of txting him but we are only friends. i began to fantasize about what i like him to do to me, knowing i have a free house the whole day.

how i wish he would come round and tell me how much he likes me and wants to be with me, and my first time being so nice. i wouldnt necesaliry want to sleep with him on the first day as i wouldnt want to be known as a slag but after seeing some soft porn the other week i keep thinking about how much i need sex etc.

i feel myself getting wet thinking about it, so horny i slide my hand down my pajama bottoms, softly rubbin gmy clit, feels so good i slide a finger in to my pussy, feels so wet. i had played with myself before but today im so wet and horny. rubbing my clit harder and faster its starting to feel better and better. i cant help but moan, i squeeze in another finger to my tight pussy. it kinda hurts abit but the feeling of pleasure is more, i can feel myself loosening up and my fingers move in and out easyer and easyer.

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 Angie’s Search for Pet-Lovers (part two of series)

    Since their first time, she had let Davey fuck her on a couple more occasions. She thought about it virtually all the time. And every time it crossed her mind, she got wet.

This almost constant horniness caused her to flirt with one of the boys she liked at school for a while, in hopes of getting further with him. She went out with him a few times, and on their last date, they had mostly dry-humped in the back seat. She found herself thinking about Davey fucking her while the boy’s hands groped around under her shirt, and she suddenly didn’t even feel like screwing around with him. After a rushed handjob, he took her home. She hadn’t made another date with him since.

It only took a few days for her to find out about a group of people who met pretty near her town, who euphemistically called themselves animal lovers”.

Their next meeting was wet up to take place in just over a week. God, how she wanted to go! It was all she could think about all the way through school the next day. Before long, she had come up with a little plan. When she was walking home from school, it occurred to her that there was a snag in it, however. She ran up to her room and dug through her closet. There was nothing in there that didn’t give away her age, and her mother’s clothes were a few sizes too big for her. She swore and slammed her closet door shut, trying to think of a way to get clothing that would make her look somewhat adult.

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 A QUIET NIGHT IN

It started one night
The wife and myself where spending a quiet night in, Lynn went and had a shower, when she came down she was wearing a black mini skirt and a loose fitting blouse Lynn said that she would get us a drink whilst l went and got a shower, she also said that Tom a friend of ours had dropped off some blue DVDs and she would pick one whilst l was upstairs.

I quickly went for a shower knowing that if Lynn was going to watch a blue movie l was in for a good night, after my shower l put on some boxers a pair of jeans and polo shirt and went downstairs.

When l went into the room Lynn said that l had better take Rebel our Alsatian for a quick walk before we settled down, because l might not have the energy later when she had finished with me, so of course l took Rebel for a walk wondering what she had planned, when l got back Rebel went to his bed in the lounge and relaxed its a good life been a dog .

Lynn sat on the sofa and said that she had picked a DVD so if l would turn the lights down a bit we would start, she said that she had no idea what was on the DVD as none of them had labels on, she hit play and we sat back to watch what came on, the film started with a good looking young woman walking down the beach with a Alsatian dog, l said what the hell is this laughing Lynn said shut up and get us both another drink watch the film and lets see what happens, so been the good husband l got us another drink.

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 A Japanese Husband

     Two weeks later we received an engraved invitation that read in part: You are cordially invited to witness what should be a very erotic encounter between a woman and a dog. The woman is beautiful and ready for the challenge. The dog is a large, well built German Shepherd called “King”. He weighs 125 pounds and has been husband to a woman in Japan who died unexpectedly three days ago. He lived with her for five years, sharing her bed with her. He knows exactly what to do with a woman. It was signed by Tom. There was no mention of Helen’s name at all, she was simply’ “the woman”.

On the designated evening, Lacy and I knocked on Tom’s front door and were shown in and to that same, large, upstairs bedroom where I had first seen Helen fucking and sucking Tom and Lacy. The bedroom had undergone some changes. A four sided enclosure with walls about three feet high had been constructed in the middle of the room.

Chairs were arranged around the wall for observers. Some of the seats were already occupied, and it was a very strange mix of social and income level. Some observers were there in formal wear, the men in a tux and the women in expensive evening gowns. The other observers varied from middle class couples to a disheveled man who loudly told everyone that he lived on the streets. Waitresses glided through the seats with drinks. A buzz of anticipatory conversation flowed and swelled around the large room!

Inside the enclosure was the dog, King. He was a massive and handsome example of his breed. Intelligent brown eyes gazed at the crowd, he stood about waist high to me, probably about four feet. His chest was massive and he walked majestically around the enclosure watching every movement of the humans watching him. He was wearing a soft leather muzzle that permitted his jaws to open about half way and he was able to use his tongue.

I noticed several looks of fascination directed his way by the women. It was obvious that they were imagining themselves as King’s sexual partner. Unfortunately, King wasn’t aroused yet and his penis was hidden inside his furry sheath and belly.

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The following story is, for the most part, true. As usual, the names have been changed to protect the innocent. Of course, I won’t promise that there aren’t any slight exaggerations here…

I live in a more or less rural area where there are lots of country roads with farms, woods and a number of small neighborhoods here and there. I frequently take long walks around the area, both for exercise and to unwind from the pressures at work. Many of the homes and farms have dogs and various other animals and the dogs are frequently allowed to run free. Since many of the roads have little traffic, and the houses are not especially close together, roaming dogs don’t seem to get in quite as much trouble as they do in the cities and suburbs, and most stay fairly close to home. I’ve always been an animal lover (if you’re reading this you probably, as I do, love animals more than most people do!) and I have managed to make friends with most of the critters on my walking routes.

Occasionally, one or more of the dogs will join me on my walks, sometimes with the owner’s blessings, especially if my own dogs are not with me. A number of years back, I had set out for one of my long walks, usually averaging 6 to 8 miles. I had decided not to take my dogs along, as they were getting quite elderly at 13 and 15, and didn’t really like to go much more than a mile or two at a time.

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