Carole’s Holiday

    She was climbing the school steps with about five minutes to spare when her slut friend Jill came over. Hi Carole. You look tired,” she said.
I’m not tired,” she replied as she told Jill about her morning. I’ve got myself really horny wondering whose shafting my mum, and I haven’t had time to bring myself off.”
I thing I can help you there,” grinned Jill. Come on, we’ve just got time to get to the toilets.”
As they both squeezed themselves into the one stall Jill said, Drop your knickers,” as she rummaged through her bag.
What are you looking for,” hissed Carole. We don’t have time for anything.”
We have time for this,” said Jill, as she drew what looked to be an egg attached to a wire from her bag. I got this Mail Order. You stick it in your pussy and it’s attached to this control box so you can increase the vibrations. I’ve tried it, its brilliant.”
As Carole inspected it, she could still smell her young friend’s pussy on the plastic. Yea, I can tell you’ve tried it,” she laughed. Ok put it in for me.”
Jill knelt down and rubbed the egg over Carole’s pussy lips that were already slippery with her juices. As Carole bent her legs slightly, Jill pushed the egg firmly into her cunt. It’s in,” she said as she lent forward and licked Carole’s clit, just as the school bell sounded. Shit,” they booth said together. Quick, pull your panties up and that will hold the wire in place.”
Jill then tucked the small control box into the back of Carole’s knickers, switched it on to low, and smoothed down her skirt. Perfect,” she said. Lets go.”
The vibrations in her pussy were delicious. She found that by rocking slightly in her seat, the movements of her knickers over her clit, combined with the vibrations were enough to bring her off. She came once in geography and twice in maths. Fuck she thought, anything that can make maths pleasurable, has got to be good.
At the break she was standing in the corridor with Jill and some of their friends. How does it feel,” whispered Jill so no one else could hear.
Fucking brilliant,” replied Carole. My knickers are soaking.”
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Calling Her Bluff Ch. 3   Cindy and I talked about what we should do for our next sexual fantasy. We decided to try and find a male dog to see what we could come up with!

We headed up to our trailed up north for the weekend. We went out to eat and dine for a while. When we got back to our trailer…luck was with us! We couldn’t believe it! There was a large Black Lab sitting by our trailer! We got out of the Jeep and walked over to him. Cindy said, “Check to see if it’s a male!” I bent over to look between his legs and sure shit! He had a cock and balls! “He sure is Hon!” I said.

Without saying another word to me, she opened the trailer and walked in. She turned to coax the dog into the trailer with her, but he was all ready running up the stairs! I looked around to see if anyone seen us, but the coast was clear! I ran up the steps next!

We closed and locked the door and made some strong drinks! “That should make us more brave!” I said to her. “Thanks, I’ll need it!” She said back. We did up the coke and took our clothes off. Cindy sat on the chair and I moved over to her and put my cock to her lips. She opened her mouth and sucked my hard cock into her soft lips. She sucked my cock in and out while I played with her tits. Then she said, “Come on…Let’s do something with the dog!” “What do you want to try?” I replied.

“Let’s look at his cock!” She said. We got on the floor and the dog came over and lay down by us. I scratched his head and behind the ears. Then I started to scratch his belly. As I did, his leg came up and he gave us good look at his fur covered cock and balls. He had a very large set of balls on him! I said to Cindy, “Let’s see if we can coax it out!” Then I reached over and grabbed the sheath and slowly pumped it back and forth. As I pumped on it, the pink cock started to come out the end and Cindy said, “Look at that! His doggy cock is coming out!” I was amazed at the size of it! His cock head was as big as mine! The more I pumped, the more came out.
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Bruce and Buck

A day had gone by since my first encounter with my dogs. My parents were still gone for the weekend, and as I lay in bed, I thought about what had happened the night before. The more I thought about it, the more confused I became. I didn’t know if I should feel guilty, or excited. I was sure that it was wrong. I knew it was. But that apparently didn’t matter. As I thought back upon how my dog had forced himself inside me, how wonderful it had felt… I began to get wet. I thought about lying there in my bed and fingering myself, but the more I thought about it, the more I wanted a repeat of last night. I actually WANTED to let my dogs have at me. However, as badly as I may have wanted it, I wasn’t about to go and offer myself to them. I was certain that if I were to just offer myself to them that the guilt would be unbearable-no matter how amazing it would feel.

I had to get off my bed. My hand was already starting to slide under my skirt, cirling my clit. I pulled my hand away and decided to head into the living room. I could turn on a movie to get my mind off of last night.

I flipped through the channels, stopping when I found a decent love story to watch. I’m a sucker for love stories. I got confortable on the couch, laying on my side with my elbow propped up, head resting in my hand. Bruce and Buck were both lying on the floor, asleep. I forced the idea of waking them up out of my mind. I was determined to watch this movie.

The movie was one I’d never seen before, and was halfway decent. I was a good half hour into the predictable storyline when the couple–predictably–realized that they were in love with one another and shared their first kiss. That scene soon led into another, where they were in an apartment, and things were getting steamy. All throughout the movie I had been drooling over the main actor in the movie-He was the personification of my type. As his clothes started coming off, I started to get wet again. Pretty soon my cute love story had turned into a porno.

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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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Bizarre Journey     Gail Jennings knew the rumors about her father-in-law were true as she checked her eight-year-old daughter’s lap for the hundredth time in a hundred miles and saw that his meaty hand was still on her bare leg and still making microscopic advances toward her crotch. He now had several inches of the hem bunched and was closer to pussy than knee, and he had started at the knee.

Nonetheless, she let another mile slip by without saying anything. Each time she drew an imaginary line, her absolute limit, she wound up having to redraw it because she couldn’t tell exactly when he crossed it; and besides, her limit kept changing.

Tammy didn’t seem to mind having a creeping hand on her leg. Had she shown any sign of distress, Gail might have been able to keep a set limit. For a precocious little mink that liked wearing short dresses into playgrounds because she liked showing her panties accidentally on purpose, this new game of touchy feely was a big thrill. She snuggled right up next to her grandpa at the first touch on the knee.

Gail cursed herself for not insisting that Tammy wear jeans for the long trip, cursed herself for not making Tammy ride in the back seat, cursed herself for being such a jellyfish around her husband’s powerful father, and cursed herself for accepting his offer to drive them to the audition that would keep them on the road for two days there and two more days back. With the three days of tryouts and auditions scheduled, that would mean an entire week with a man she knew in her heart was a child molester, and one that was not inhibited be the child’s mother. He was proving that, and the trip had just gotten started.

It wasn’t like no one warned her. After word got around their small community, she received no less than seven phone calls, mostly from her husband’s side of the family, people who should know, warning her about his problem, his reputation, and most had personal experience to relate.

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Aunt Joyce gets a big surprise

        As you will recall, I had seduced my favorite aunt into allowing me to fuck her.  In the first story I seduced my aunt joyce ,who at the time, was 58 years old.  She surely didn’t look like she was 58 years old; especially with her huge chest that didn’t convey any sagging at all, and her fabulous round butt of hers.  To me, her body was made for pure fucking and I was going to be the young nephew that tried that theory out.

As it turned out, after I got her in bed with me, she became obsessed with my dick and was wanting it in her all the time.  You have to remember that she had gone several years without any sex, so when she felt the experience of my large cock inside her, she about went wild- it felt so good to her waiting pussy.  After the first time, we began fucking like dogs- having sex anywhere we wanted to- whether on the sofa or in the car or in our bedroom.

During this time, aunt Joyce was staying with my Mom, so in order to have everything out in the open, we made it  so that my Mom knew about us.  I could tell that Mom wasn’t too thrilled about hearing us upstairs fucking to our hearts delight.  In fact, a couple of times, Mom became so horny that she joined in.  Considering that, then Mom had no right to criticize us for our own infidelities.
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Aunt Joyce can’t get enough of Pounder

   As we last left my Aunt Joyce, she had just been fucked by me (her Nephew Chuck- that’s me) and then by our neighbor’s dog (Pounder).

Up until that episode with Pounder, we had been fucking like dogs; having sex anywhere we felt like it- whether it was on the living room floor, on the kitchen table, in the garage, or in our back yard on the soft green grass.  There was one thing that would make my sex life complete and that was to see her being fucked by a dog.  I don’t know why that was such a turn-on, but each time that I would be fucking her, I could just visualize a dog, with his rapid- fire lungings, ramming his big, hard cock all the way inside Aunt Joyce’s swollen cunt.  I became obsessed with the idea of watching her being taken by this type of animal, and hearing her scream as she was being ejaculated into by the dog’s hot cum.

When we were upstairs in our room that night and Pounder trotted up the steps, and came into our room- I thought that this was my chance for my fantasy to come true.  If I could get her so sexed up that she would not realize what was happening, then I could get Pounder to take over and finish the fucking.

As it turned out, I was giving Aunt Joyce a royal fucking from behind, she started to shake and tremble.  I knew that now was the time to move my plan into actuality.  So, I patted my leg for Pounder to jump up on the bed and take my place.  As soon as I pulled out of her, Pounder began ramming her pussy like there was no tomorrow.

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 Angie’s Misbehavior (part five of series)

He had wanted to fuck her up against the same wall he had gotten to last time, but she wanted to keep him from making a garden of hickies across her chest again. She had been the one to suggest him doing her from behind.

I’m gonna come,” he grunted.

Don’t come in me. Do it on me.”

Where at”

Just on the outside.”

He pulled out of her. She felt the head of his small dick rubbing against her pussy as he masturbated himself the rest of the way, then the warm ropes of come as they hit her. She grinned, but he couldn’t see it in the darkness.

Angie stood up straight and smoothed her skirt down, enjoying the feeling of the boy’s come smearing between her thighs, still dripping slowly downward. School would be out in just about forty-five minutes, and she’d head to Cara’s car again. It had been two weeks since she’d seen her. She had been suckered into going to her father’s family reunion the Friday before, so she didn’t get to see Cara and Joey. She couldn’t wait for Cara to discover what was between her legs today, though.

Are you on something” Robbie asked as he tucked his shirt in.

Huh”

Are you on the pill or something”

Oh, yeah, I’m on the pill.”

She had been taking the birth control pills her mother had forced her to get. She was being a good girl, where that was concerned.
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  A Quiet Night in 2

    After the first time my wife Lynn had let Rebel our Alsatian fuck, her I didn’t quite know what to expect, it wasn’t mentioned for a couple of days so I didn’t know if Lynn was having feelings of guilt.  As much as I enjoyed it at the time I wasn’t going to push her, she said she enjoyed it on the night, but I was wondering if she was having second thoughts, so I kept quiet.

The next weekend we had the house to ourselves, and Lynn suggested staying in and watching a film, so as normal I took Rebel for his walk whilst Lynn had a shower and got the drinks.  When I got home Lynn was sat on the sofa watching a blue movie, wearing a black silk bath robe that I bought her for her birthday.

Having a quick drink I said that I was going for a shower and don’t start without me, she then looked at Rebel and told him to behave himself, I shot upstairs thinking to myself that I might be lucky, I had a shower having a play with my cock whilst I was in there, thinking about what happened last time Rebel had fucked Lynn and how much it turned me on, it was the sexiest thing I had ever seen and just thinking about it got my cock hard. I got out of the shower got dried and put on a towelling bath robe that I had borrowed from a hotel (as you do) and went downstairs.

When I walked into the lounge Lynn was still watching the blue movie, so sitting down next to her I got my drink and put my arm round her shoulder and settled down to watch the film, it wasn’t one of the greatest films that I have seen, there was no story, it was a beautiful young girl, but when the bloke walked in she was already naked, I mean how many times does that happen in real life,

I had my arm over Lynn’s shoulder so I naturally put my hand down and started rubbing her nice tit, Lynn’s tits are not all that big, but they are nice and firm and her nipples are very big and sensitive, she loves them being played with, she let out a low moan of pleasure when my fingers touched them saying that it felt good because of the silk, it made them even more sensitive than normal, as I caressed her tit rubbing her nipple with my finger, I gently tweaked it until it stood out and then run my finger around it.

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 A Picture Worth Ten-Thousand Words

  Brenda had an obscene view of her father’s tight ass, large balls, and long cock as he sawed his cock lazily in four-inch stokes within the tight-lipped sheath of her thirteen-year-old daughter’s vagina. Carly’s thin white legs, bent sharply at the knees and splayed out to the sides, gave Brenda a view of her daughter she never thought she’d see, as well.

Brenda’s first impulse was to rush forward and drag her father off Carly. She could not understand what stopped her, or why she stayed rooted to the spot at the doorway, hiding, though neither could see her even if she were fully inside the room. Perhaps going four months without sex explained her inaction. Perhaps the sight of the largest, most masculine cock she’d ever seen fucking the cutest, most adorable pussy she’d ever seen, short circuited her motherly instincts. Only a flea riding on Tom’s balls would have a better view.

The vision was so shocking, yet so erotic, that a primitive part of her brain seemed in control. Her eyes had a direct line to her clit as she followed the obscene in and out motion.

Carly’s pleas of, “Please, Grandpa, don’t cum in me again,” and “Please don’t get me pregnant,” had no effect on Brenda. If anything those plaintive pleas helped lubricate her panties. Carly added, “Grandpa, I’ll suck you. I’ve been good. I don’t wear panties anymore like you want. I let Mom see my pussy. I touched her thigh high up on the inside, very close to her pussy. I’ll touch her pussy next time, I swear. Please, don’t cum in me.”

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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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  Wanda stretched out on the floor bed like a she lion naked next to her sleeping brother Alex. Her mane of rust colored hair haloed about her pillow now, that went down to her buttocks when standing, falling in gentle curls, and waves, glimmered in the morning sun light coming in from her brother’s bedroom window. She noted with satisfaction how her nipples capped her taunt breasts like pop bottle caps, poking erect as she stretched lanquidly. At thirteen going on a year before her next birthday Wanda was glad to at last be rid of her inhibiting hymen. A wry smile crossing over her cum flaked lips as she looked down at the wilted prick of her brother flopped over his left thigh in sleep. She felt like such a cheap slut after seducing Alex into taking her virginity, but he had been more than her willing first sex partner in this, and she bent over letting her full heavy breasts carress his right thigh as she gave his cock one last unsisterly kiss before getting up out of his bed to sneak back to her own bedroom before their parents woke up. She found her purple see thru teddy, and matching thong panties puddled on the floor next to the bed, and put them on before quietly heading out the door.
Since it was a Saturday morning Wanda wasn’t too worried about her parents being up this early, but she didn’t take any chances either, and tip toed around Sparky, the family’s pet Rottwieler, spread out on the floor in front of their bedroom just the same. She got about two steps past their door before she heard the deep throaty moan come from the other side of the door, and stopped. That moan could only have come from her mother, and she only made that sound when having sex with Wanda’s father.

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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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