Careful What You Wish For

       Fantasise about seeing your wife or girlfriend GANGBANGED
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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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Bringing Out The Animal in Teresa    Teresa and I were out at a state park, we had taken a lunch and blanket and were having a nice time of the day. We had found a secluded place and had made love for a while and skinny dipped after. We were back on the blanket sunning when we heard noises in the brush and saw two dogs, beautiful German Sheperds, a male and female, playing around and running after each other. We sat there watching them and then the male got around the back of the female and mounted her.

He found the target and his cock was in her in a flash. It was large and the female and he stayed locked together for a good 20 min. or so. Teresa had reached over and was massaging me and her pussy was soaking wet as we watched them. Finally they came apart and Teresa took me into her mouth sucking me faster than she usually did. I filled her mouth and she had an orgasm but I could tell she was not sated. The dogs played a few yards away and there was still something going on with them. Teresa looked at me, “Do you think he will do it again” I don’t know I told her. “I wonder if they would come over here, they are so beautiful” she said. There was a dreamy look in her eyes as if she were in a state of horney that she had been in before she decided to do something she had dreamed about.

She took some sandwich meat out and tossed it to them and they came closer. They had on collars and so belonged to someone but we could hear no on calling for them. Teresa threw more meat and they came closer. Finally the male came up and stood in front of her and she scratched his ears and side. She pulled him closer and he seemed to sense that something was up because he sat down next to her. The female laid in the sun and slept.

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Betty’s Animal Farm Part. 5

       Squeaking noises sounded as the adults started wrestling on top of the bed while the girls slept. Quiet laughing moans could be heard filtering from the girl’s room; they were both actively dreaming as they slept. Betty had slipped between Stacy’s open legs and was moving like she was having sex with her and both of them were mumbling and giggling as they slept.

Stacy asked, How did you find me in all this hot steamy foam Betty.”

I smelled your sweet pussy.” Betty sang and then added, I want to put my hard dick into your cunt.”

I really wish you could but I promised mommy I wouldn’t take my diapers off.” Stacy answered almost in tears as she stared at Betty’s huge dripping red cock and then energetically added, You have a doggy dick I can see your giant knot! I will suck it for you!”

You can suck it but I still want to put it in you.” She paused as she rubbed it and added, See how I have my dipies pulled to the side enough to get my cock out.”

Yea see my legging is a little loose too see.” Stacy eagerly pointed out as she opened her diapers enough to see her pussy.

Hold your leg just like that.” Betty ordered as she stepped in close.

It’s so hot.” Stacy gasped as Betty slipped her dick in and then warned, Don’t make me wet the bed.”

How can you wet the bed you have dipies on” Betty teased as she shoved her huge knot into Stacy’s womb.

Oh god Betty your sperm is so hot!” Stacy breathlessly gasped as her vaginal well filled with Betty’s hot sperm.

Oh that isn’t sperm I’m going potty!” Betty roared with laugher.

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 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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 A night at the Vet - pt 1

    When I was 14 I had one of the worst days of my life.

I came home from school and found out my dog Queen had been hit by a car. My mom told me she was at the Vet and probably would not make it through the night.  My mom was heading to her night job, so I raced my bike down to say good-bye to a dog I had had since I was a little girl.

I got the vet’s office and the assistant walked me back to the kennel area. She apologized for where they were keeping her, but that Queen was a big dog and they felt the kennel area was the best. I walked through this heavy steel door into a huge concrete room. The assistant told me the doctor had to build this room as the neighborhood had complained about the barking when he had just a wooden structure. I was looking at a row of 6 pens on each side with the first pen on each side large enough for a huge dog. I looked over at one and there was a medium size great Dane and a big Sheppard. The assistant told me that they she had doubled up the two dogs to make room for Queen as the place was full. She also explained that they tried to put the males on one side and females on the other, but had the two big dogs together on the female side as there was a dog with a broken leg taking the other large cage.  I walked down to the last of 6 rows and there was my dog. I had been crying a little when my mom told me, but seeing her lying there and broken, sent me into a balling fit.  The assistant told me to take my time and left me with my dog. I sat on the floor and took Queen’s head into my lap and cried.

The assistant came back a while later and told me she was going home and that the doctor would come back when he finished up with the other patients.  I put my head on Queen’s head that was in my lap and somehow cried myself to sleep.

I woke up with a start; feeling there was something wrong. I looked down and Queen was no longer breathing. I cried and kissed her and then got up. I felt funny and it wasn’t from crying. I looked at my yellow shorts and saw the red stain. I had gotten my period and was leaking through my clothes. I looked up to the sky and said –the day wasn’t bad enough.”

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A dogs perspective.

    Bruce heard the jingle of his lead. He cocked an ear to see if it had been an accidental brush by one of the people causing it to jiggle or if it was the promise of a walk. Nobody came through the door to the living room and he didn’t hear the lead again. Assuming it had been an accident; Bruce laid his head back down on his paws and resumed watching the baby crawling around the carpeted floor.

He was bored. The black box in the corner with a silvery screen that showed sometimes, other animals, sometimes other dogs, but never with any smell other than of heated electrical wires, was flickering to its self with the volume turned down. Bruce kept an eye on the child. It had recently developed a liking for his fur; pulling it painfully any time he was careless enough to get too close. For a small puppy sized infant, its grip was amazingly strong. He had lost a fair amount of the precious coat to the sticky fingers of the human puppy. The child seemed to be content at the moment, stuffing a plastic toy into its mouth and gurgling in the back of its throat.

Bruce’s ears pricked up again. He had heard the lead again and also his master’s voice calling to him to come. Bruce didn’t understand the noises that these human partners made. They have an infinite number of unintelligible sounds, but occasionally, some were directed at him. Usually, Bruce could get an idea of what was required from the inflections. Popular ones involved him sitting at the edge of a blacktopped trail that had mechanical metal projectiles hurtling along them. He knew that these forms of transportation were dangerous and should be avoided at all costs unless you were in one. At those times, smells swished past his nose almost too fast for him to recognize them. But, the exhilaration of the wind being forced up his nose and over his sinuses was a thrill that he loved to have.

BRUCE, HERE!
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2 dogs. 1 cock

          Hey, lets cover the background first. This happened a few years back when i was 15. My friend Ben (name changed), had two dogs at his, farm style house. Both were border collies. The first was Elle, a good old girl, around the age of nine. she was coffee brown, and had the sweetest eyes. The second dog was Cookie. She was white with black blotches all over her, she was around the age of 5. both dogs were female, and both were spayed, which means that they cannot get pregnant, and they usually use interest in sexual behavior.

I first became sexualy aroused by these dogs because one day, while playing video games with my friend ben in his room, i saw something. I had just died in thee game, and i glanced out the window. I saw cookie licking her crotch region, and for some strange reason, it turned me on. It made me want to burst out the door and fuck her crazy. But what would ben think I had to do it descreatly, and i knew it had to happen that day. so i asked to spend the night that night, and i was alowed. We played Halo 1 for like 4, and it was about 2 in the morning. he decided to go to sleep, and i decided to check my email, ya right. once he was snoring, i put my shoes on, and tiptoes out to the front door, i didn’t want to wake his mom. I opened the front door carefully, and stepped out into the cold night.

Cookie was curled up on her bed on the front porch, te light was on so i could see her clearly. I gently patted her head, and she opened her eyes, stretched, and got up. she smelt my face, while i caaressed her back, and my hand slipped ever so slightly down to her crotch region. I felt the heat of her spayed pussy, and i knew i had a challenge. I had to fit my cock into her little spayed pussy, without hurting her to much. So i went straight for it. I pulled my pants and boxers off halfway, got on my kness and possitioned myself in back of her. She looked back at me with sleepy eyes. my cock was sticking straight out, and i jabbed trying to hit my mark. But her butt was covered with so much fur i couldn’t even see her vagina opening. So i got down lower, so my eyes were level with her puss, and i searched around. A strong musky odor was coming out, so i leaned in closer, and proded with my fingers. Then something happened, something that i never thought till that moment would turn me on. The way my mouth was opened with intent, she peed right into my mouth.

It tasted heavanly, like rain water, and sweet salt. at that moment i saw her open pussy, leting the golden shower hit my lips. I waited for her to finish, then i grabed my cock, and aimed for her hole. It was freshly lubricated with piss, and it was so wet and tight. I pussed my cock in, and hit what seemed like a wall, then i looked down, to see my cock hitting her butt hole. I wanted her pussy, but i decided to be cruel, and take her ass first. I leaned down, spat on her butthole, and leaned forward hard on her ass. My cock gently pushed on through, and i was in her, about 4 inches.

She gently whinned with pleasure, and i pushed the next 3 inches into her. Then i began pumping her butt, i got faster and faster, and i grabbed onto her for supprt. I knew i was going to cum soon, so i got an idea. when i knew i was going to cum, i puled out, and relying on faith, i threw my cock a few inches lower, hoping to hit her cunt. I did, and my cock plundged into her with so much force it made her gorwl a little. I began pumping extra hard, andi shot a fat load deep into her spayed vagina. i stayed there a moment, gently pumping away. Then i pulled out, and a long stream of cum, and pussy juice spilled out of her cunt. instanlty she leaned around, and licked up the mess. i pulled my pants and boxers up, patted her on the head, and headed back inside, for a little sleep.

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    Jessica Biel, superbabe – one of the most beautiful and perfectly formed young actresses working in Hollywood today. Despite her beauty she was alone. Not single, her partner was the singing superstar of pop Justin Timberlake, but he was out of town on tour. She couldn’t go with him because she was started a new movie the next day, but she missed him. She missed his jokes, she missed his private songs, but most of all she missed his cock. Timberlake was a great fuck – young, healthy, bags of energy and great looks, and when he went on tour she really missed him.

She had been sitting at home, alone, thinking of his cock, thinking of a good hard fucking, of unabandoned fucking – when she decided that she had to do more than just think…   She didn’t want to cheat on Justin with another guy – what they had was too special for that – so she knew she had to do something else. She thought about calling a girlfriend, seeing if they could get something on… But again, she felt that would be cheating. If she was going to fuck another girl, she’d far rather it was with Justin – a treat for him rather than a release for her.    She didn’t want to do it ‘behind his back’. She sat there wondering to herself, she didn’t just want to finger herself off, or go in the shower and play with the shower head like usual – no, she wanted something big and hard inside of her. She’d never had a shortage of men in her life, so she’d never felt the need to buy a dildo before – but by God she needed one now.

She jumped in her Porsche and headed down to the Hustler store for a look around to see what she could find. She looked along a huge rack of dildos and vibrators that filled half the store… Big ones, small ones, fat ones thin ones, strange ones, straight ones, ones for pussies, ones for assholes, ones for both… She considered them all. Some of them had raised veins, others had rabbit shaped protrusions, some had bumps all over, one even had little rubber spikes on it…

There was even one in the shape of a dog’s cock… 7 inches of pale plastic, fat in the middle, flat on the end, with little purple veins up and down it’s length… Ewwwwww! She thought. What kind of a girl would want to fuck a dildo shaped like a dog’s cock? That would suggest fantasies about fucking a real dog’s cock… Ewwwwwww!!
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Jeff and I have been friends for quite a few years, and when he asked me to take care of their two dogs while they were on their honeymoon, I accepted. I had recently lost my own canine companion of 14 years to cancer, and while I wasn’t quite ready to take on a new dog of my own, I figured that dog-sitting my friends’ pets might help to fill the void, at least temporarily. Gretchen and Galen are purebred Bernese Mountain Dogs, both champions, in fact.

They’re about the size of Rottweilers-Galen is around 120 pounds, and Gretchen is a little smaller. They have long, thick coats, mostly black, with tan and white markings on their faces and legs, a white Swiss cross on the chest, and thick, bushy tails with white at the tips. In spite of their size, they are very laid-back and well behaved, and they gave me no trouble at all. They have had two litters together, and if I’m ready by the time they have another one, I might consider taking one of their pups for my own. Jeff is one of a very few people who know that I am a zoo. When we were kids, we had fooled around with a few of the neighborhood dogs, examining their sex organs, fingering bitches and jacking off the males.

We once even arranged an illicit mating, just so we could watch. We eventually discovered girls and Jeff lost interest in animals, but somehow I never did. Jeff discovered that fact a few years ago when he dropped in on me unexpectedly, and caught me in a ‘compromising position’ with my dog Jesse. Surprisingly, he was pretty understanding about the whole thing.

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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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Fiction by Dingo Jay
   I’d like to tell you about my best friend. He’s a really great guy, though not much of a party animal. He listens to all my problems, but would never talk about me behind my back, no matter what we do together.

He’s my security system, my bed warmer, my garbage disposal, my truck-driving buddy and the best Frisbee partner I’ve ever seen. Well, almost. As you’ve probably guessed, he’s a dog. Now here’s the part that’ll throw you-he’s also my lover! Yeah, really. Yes, we have sex and all, but before I go there let me tell you some more about him.

Duffy is a mixed breed; the closest I can come to putting my finger on his exact ancestry is an educated guess. I figure he’s probably a mix of Australian Cattledog with Border Collie, or maybe Aussie Shepherd. Around these parts, that particular mix is fairly common and it’s called a Texas Heeler. He’s a medium to large dog in the 55-pound range, with long legs but a stocky build. His medium-length coat stands out just a bit and he’s mostly a mottled brick red and creamy white pattern, with some golden tan on his legs, muzzle and eyebrows, and white feet. His face and ears are more of the same brick red, except solid colored, with a fine, white blaze between his eyes. He has big, triangular ears that stand right up and about half a tail. I thought maybe his tail was docked or perhaps shortened in some accident, but it comes to a point so I guess it’s natural.

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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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But now I could hear mum reading him the riot act, and saying, if he didn’t escort me and my friend, that he wouldn’t be allowed out himself. As he passed my bedroom door once again, this time going back to his room, he said. You’d better be ready in 5 minutes, or else.

I hurriedly completed my face painting, to make sure I was ready before he had an excuse to leave me behind. I was dressed in a black very short witches dress, and hoop striped luminous woolly tights. Garry’s best buddy was Gordon, my friend June’s brother, he was the same age as Garry. So, as I would normally hang around with June, he would always be seen with Gordon. When I phoned June to make sure she was going to be ready in time, she said her mom wouldn’t let her go out. I explained that we’d be looked after by both our brothers, and she said she’d have another go at her mom.

I didn’t tell my mom that June had said she might not be able to go out, in-case she stopped me as well. We arrived at their house, and I could tell by the look on June’s face that she hadn’t been able to change her mom’s mind. So off I set on our nights Trick or Treating, me dressed as a witch, escorted by the two boys dressed as vampires. They made me walk in front of them, so it wasn’t as obvious that they were with me. Gordon had a torch, he was shining it in all directions, and he delighted in lighting-up my tights to make them glow every time a car was approaching us. After the initial sulking on their part, we were soon knocking on doors, and they were beginning to accept my company, without the continual moaning. We were all having fun and laughing and joking together.

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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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   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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    Our house was situated on a lane that led from Mill-Farm (Pandy in welsh) to one of Mill-Farm’s stock yards and shearing barns, therefore it was a common sight to see the old farmer Mr Jones or one of his two sons walking past our gates either going to or from their barn.

The old man was always surly, and rarely smiled or even replied when you said hello to him. The two boys were both about the same age as me. One called Morris who was pleasant, but would never stop to past the time of day. The other was Bryan, who was surly like the old man, but you would often find him stood motionless starring with a look like he was undressing you, he made my flesh creep.

One day in June, I can remember sitting in the orchard looking up the hill and seeing old Mr Jones standing on top of a stone platform about fifty yards up the hill, he was waving. As I studied him I could make out he was standing sideways to me, holding his penis and having a pee. I thought how disgusting doing that in public, and especially attracting attention to himself.

I turned away, and ignored him, when some time later Jim came out I told him what I’d seen. Jim asked where Mr Jones had been standing, and when I explained, he said, But that’s our water tank! Our water came direct from the filter beds on the hill, to a stone tank and then it was piped to the house. As soon as Jim told me that was our water, I realised what that funny taste was in our water. I’d been thinking for several weeks now, that the water didn’t taste quite right, and had put it down to the lack of rain. I immediately felt sick, but at that very moment Mr Jones came walking nonchalantly past, and waved a friendly hello. 

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   Jessie was sick and tired of it. Her twin sister was having all the fun, while Jessie was locked into a no go anywhere, do anything marriage that even failed in fulfilling her sexual gradification on a steady, as needed basis, and Jessie needed sex on a steady basis. Of course, Jazz, as her twin sister Jill was called on stage, could pick and chose whoever she wanted to go to bed with from anyone in the crowd at Pimpo’s Sex Palace, a local strip joint, and no one would say a word about her slutty behavior, but if Jessie dared look crosseyed at another man, her husband, Dave would have an epileptic fit and threaten suicide. She often thought of letting him give it a try, but in the end her love for the man willed out against her better judgement, and she ended up in a frump like she was now sitting dejectedly on her living room couch with her right hand up her dress and down in her panties, while massaging her tits through her house dress with her left hand wondering how long before she retrieved her special dildo from the nightstand next to her bed.

The front door bell rang just as she was getting close to a mini orgasm, startling her out of her fantasy fuck, and sighing, resolved to her fate, got up and went to answer the door. Of all the people in the world that she didn’t want to see at that moment, it was none other than, Jazz.

“Oh great, as if I’m not depressed enough already, I’m treated to a visit by the town slut as well.” Jessie grumbled openly, letting her sister in.

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