Chapter One  Chapter 1

As a reporter, I learn things about the human race that are often…alarming, often sickening. The rape, for example, of a young girl as she played in the park with friends; the atrocity of war and the blood spilled by nations civilized and not so.
My first exploration into journalism happened in my final year of high school; part of the work experience program the local council urged the headmaster to introduce to us tearaways who had no ambition in life, no career in mind.
I chose to follow a reporter around for those two weeks, and became so fascinated with the day-to-day routine of a country journalist that I enrolled in college and university to gain my degree in journalism.
But my desire was not that of my first tutor; no, I didn’t want the weekly spot in the county-wide paper, shoved between the Weekender section and the classified ads. I wanted to star in the country’s top papers, offering my story of the day far and wide from Scotland to Wales.
From the age of sixteen to twenty, I studied hard, and played little. When I wasn’t working my ass off, my spare time was taken up by the short articles and commentaries I wrote to bring in a bit of cash to pay the rent and buy my monthly packs of Bachelors dried soup.
By the time the ink dried on my degree, I’d applied for several jobs writing for daily tabloids, but none were responsive to my inquiries. Disheartened somewhat, I kept writing my opinions, my articles. Eventually, I launched my own website, posting my work twice daily.
The hits it received were…astronomical.
Anyway, before I get any further with the adventures I have to tell you, let me introduce myself. After all, I will be your guide to shocking events and taboo pleasures.
My name is Trelawney, Rebecca Trelawney.
I guess I’m about average height; a well-muscled five-eight. Though I’m not slender, I find that the one man in my life thinks that my build is…highly arousing. My hair is shaggy, a burnished red that I like. For the foreseeable future, at least. He also has an affection for my eyes; clear, direct blue.
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Caught By Rebel

  I am 25 years old blonde and I have been told by
numerous boys that I have a good figure my tits are 36c
and firm with big nipples that I like to pull and pinch
until they are hard and stand out, I keep my pussy
shaved as it feels more sensual when being touched when
there is no hair to get in the way.

I live alone now as I threw out my live in boyfriend
because I caught him in bed with my “I thought” best
friend. The only company I now have is Rebel my 3 year
old black Great Dane. It sounds daft but I talk to him
like he is human, telling him all my troubles and
problems, and the funny thing is he seems to understand
and just sits there listening looking at me with his
big dark eyes.

The night I am going to tell you about changed my way
of looking at things and the way I think.

I got home as normal at 5:30 and before I took my coat
off got Rebel and took him for a walk in the local
park, if I was on my own I wouldn’t do this, but I felt
perfectly safe when I was with Rebel because he was
very protective towards me.
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 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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 Britney and the Beast

    Friends and family told me that I was too young when I got married to my husband Rob. I had just turned 23 years old and we had not dated that long, but he was by far the best guy I’ve ever dated and I loved him, so when he proposed I said yes. I’m a very attractive brunette with big firm d-cup breasts, a thin waist with a flat stomach, a round tight ass and long legs. I have a strong sex drive and always had guys hitting on me; so getting laid was never a problem. I have fucked more guys than I’d like to admit and I think that played in my decision to get married, but I’m ashamed to admit getting married didn’t stop me from fucking other guys.

Rob had a similar sex drive as me, he always wanted to fuck me and even though his cock size was average at best he made up for that by being great at oral sex. Plus he didn’t mind going down on me after he fucked me if I didn’t cum. I always loved the fact he would eat my pussy even if he had just filled it with his cum!  It turned out Rob was into very kinky things even if he came off as quite normal. He loved masturbation, both watching me and performing for me. He liked me to dress up like a schoolgirl and pretend his was my teacher, then he spank me and fuck me. He also loved me to give him rim-jobs and always wanted to fuck me in my ass. I’m submissive by natural and wanted to please my husband, so I often went along with any of his requests.

Rob always asked me about my prior sexual experiences or fantasies and I’d always try to make myself out to be innocent. I often wondered what he would think if he knew how many guys fucked his young wife. One day I found out Rob had a little secret himself. We were married only a month when I came across a movie he had saved on the computer. It was a pretty girl with a nice body, she was no more than 18 or 19 years old, she got naked and then sucked a horse’s cock! I was completely shocked! I watched the entire blowjob, which lasted twenty minutes and ended with the horse ejaculating all over the girl. I couldn’t believe Rob was into something like this and I didn’t know if I should bring it up. Over the next couple of weeks I couldn’t get the image of the girl sucking on that huge horse cock out of my head. I watched the movie whenever I was home alone and found myself getting turned on by it. Eventually I wound up touching myself when I’d watch it.
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Betty’s Animal Farm pt. 3

        Stacy lay in Betty’s arms for several minutes head between her breasts and Betty tenderly petting the side of her face across her ear and into her hair with a dreamy smile on her face as if she was the one that had the orgasm. Soon Stacy lifted her head her eyes half closed face still sweated and red and a weak smile across her lips slithered into bed next to her new friend.

Oh god Betty I passed out at some point and started dreaming that I was at the beach and the waves were crashing all over me. Waves of really hot water splashing over me and rolling me around in the bubbly hot water, and the roar was deafening.” Stacy recounted dreamily as she drifted off to sleep.

She was awakened by Betty’s body jostling about next to her and as she opened her eyes she saw Betty and an older woman looking at her both with broad beaming smiles on their faces as her eyes focused she saw that the older woman was in some of the pictures down stares.

Stacy this is my mom her name is Sheila, mom this is my new friend Stacy.” Betty introduced.

Glad to finely meet you Betty has told me a lot about you Stacy.” She said warmly and then asked, How are you two doing”

They both chimed, Just fine really good.”

Much to Stacy’s amazement Sheila gave Betty what looked like a very passionate kiss; lip suck and bite to the dancing tongue in the mouth and when Sheila looked up she saw Stacy looking quite surprised she asked, Would you like a little kiss too”

As she lay there not knowing what to say Betty chimed in, Oh come on give mommy a little sugar Stacy it’s okay mommy likes it.”
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All Over Red Rover

In the past, Peter_Pan has steadfastly refused to encroach on the subject of bestiality. It is a genre I personally find without any sexual merit, implicitly droll as well as being completely demeaning to the female fraternity.

Having said that however, a chance conversation with a young lady this week and I stress, she is a teenage girl of impeccable pedigree and diligence, fully catalysed my thoughts on this arguably sordid topic.

Her experience, recounted with neither regret nor embarrassment fully shocked me, but at the same time opened my eyes to the possibility that such an eventuality, whilst hardly a domestic ritual may perhaps occur with a greater frequency than we are led to believe.

    This is Sophie’s story.

Like millions of young girls worldwide, the last thing Sophie felt like doing was getting out of bed – let alone going to school. Bed was safety, comfort, warmth – the surrogate womb if you will. It was a place to dream of growing-up, of future romance and of late, somewhere to caress her developing body with not a little TLC. At fifteen now, masturbation had become as frequent an event in her life as flossing those pretty teeth.

If there is anything measurably sexier than a cute young schoolgirl first thing in the morning winging her way to the bathroom just moments after she’s woken up, I can’t immediately nominate it. Tousled hair flopping across her shoulders as she rubs the sleep from her eyes. Youthful figure barely concealed by that semi-transparent nightdress that seems to cling to everything it shouldn’t. And remember, I have three daughters!
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Academy Girls   If Adrian McGuire was confused and upset, fourteen-year-old Stacy and thirteen-year-old Theresa were more so. They’d never seen their father acting so strangely. Adrian never saw her righteous husband act this way outside the bedroom.

Having never seen this side of their father, anywhere, the girls were thrust into a world of bizarre unknowns. Once the family arrived in St. Louis, and the Reverend Derrick McGuire took off his preacher clothes, he acted noting like a man of the cloth, and nothing like any man they’d ever met.

After checking into a seedy hotel, he immediately took the girls shopping for their new school wardrobe. They shopped in stores that catered to women of loose moral scruples–whores and floozies, jezebels and hussies. The girls knew about those women, but had no idea what the women did to earn their father’s wrath, or the Lord’s for that matter. They only knew that those women were shameless and hell-bound for showing too much skin and being loose with men. That much, they knew.

In the stores, the McGuire girls attracted a great deal of attention and always had a troupe of male assistants to assist. Customers gawked and their own father was the worst gawker of all, insisting that each item fit properly, and not in a dressing room, but on the store floor, sometimes while totally naked wearing only high heels. Only in stores along the seedy strip could they get away with such behavior.

The girls soon discovered that their shopping spree was a thinly disguised sex show with their father serving as the master of ceremonies. He directed everything, showing them off like prize bird dogs. The girls quickly realized their father got a big charge out of turning on others using their intimate flesh for the purpose. The girls were soon in a state of shock. The panties were of particular interest and their fit in the crotch was of primary importance. The girls endured endless changes and humiliating between-the-legs fondling, not only by their father, but by every man in the store as each was solicited for an opinion. Each man was given the opportunity to explore freely.

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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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   I was only 14 when my mom finally got remarried and we moved to his farm in Montana. It was a big shock for me to move from the big bad city I was use to to this solitary confinement of the country. That first summer started out to be hell if only I knew. Mom and Alan both worked during the day leaveing me home miles and miles from no where and virtually nothing to do. My only companion seemed to be Alan’s Black Lab named Wrangler. So naturally every where I went he was right on my heels. It got to where if I went to the bath room he was sitting at the door, if I had to bath he would scratch at the door till I let him in, he even began sleeping at the foot of my bed. I don’t mean on the floor I mean the dog would climb under my covers and lay on my feet his head on my knees. At first I found it odd but I got use to it I actually enjoied the company even if it did cut down on privacy.
Of corse I am an young girl just entering the age of woman hoodand curiosity. All this time by my self with no one to talk to just makes me more and more curious and may dreams tend to be of preverted nature lack of friends I guess. Late one night I began haveing one of my erotic dreams about my old friends and the joys of sex. I woke up in a fuzzy state of mind my virgin pussy dripping wet and throbbing. Of corse by this time I am not new to self masturbation so I began rubbing my warm clit. Still this time with every one in the house asleep I decided to enjoy this moment fully. I took off my nighty and began playing with my whole body. Soon I was lost in the waves of self pleasure. I closed my eyes dreaming of my ex boyfriend trying to be as quiet as possible. Yet a faint moan fell from my trembling lips that caught Wrangler’s attention.
Lost in the moment of climax I paid little attention to him as he woke up and began sniffing my face making sure I was alright. I didn’t even worry as he began sniffing lower across my body.

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I was only 14 when my mom finally got remarried and we moved to his farm in Montana. It was a big shock for me to move from the big bad city I was use to to this solitary confinement of the country. That first summer started out to be hell if only I knew. Mom and Alan both worked during the day leaveing me home miles and miles from no where and virtually nothing to do. My only companion seemed to be Alan’s Black Lab named Wrangler. So naturally every where I went he was right on my heels. It got to where if I went to the bath room he was sitting at the door, if I had to bath he would scratch at the door till I let him in, he even began sleeping at the foot of my bed. I don’t mean on the floor I mean the dog would climb under my covers and lay on my feet his head on my knees. At first I found it odd but I got use to it I actually enjoied the company even if it did cut down on privacy.
Of corse I am an young girl just entering the age of woman hoodand curiosity. All this time by my self with no one to talk to just makes me more and more curious and may dreams tend to be of preverted nature lack of friends I guess. Late one night I began haveing one of my erotic dreams about my old friends and the joys of sex. I woke up in a fuzzy state of mind my virgin pussy dripping wet and throbbing. Of corse by this time I am not new to self masturbation so I began rubbing my warm clit. Still this time with every one in the house asleep I decided to enjoy this moment fully. I took off my nighty and began playing with my whole body. Soon I was lost in the waves of self pleasure. I closed my eyes dreaming of my ex boyfriend trying to be as quiet as possible. Yet a faint moan fell from my trembling lips that caught Wrangler’s attention.
Lost in the moment of climax I paid little attention to him as he woke up and began sniffing my face making sure I was alright. I didn’t even worry as he began sniffing lower across my body. Actually to be honest I think it became more of a turn on. Even as he began sniffing and observing my fingers deep at work in my soaken pussy I didn’t bother. Soon I felt his cold nose touch my throbbing clit and it was at this point that I jolted into the biggest orgasm of my life. Instanly I felt my own hot femanin cum erupt like a water fall. A this eruption and climax subsided I fell back limp, exhausted, and breathless.

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The Tiger approached his gift. He so did enjoy this whole ceremony, the gaze of the crowd and the quiet suspense as he encircled the girl-gift. He savored the horrified look on the pubescent girl’s face as he lunged and tore her apart. And the celebratory hollarings of the ape-things as he feasted upon one of their own their own kind but were assured free passage for the next twelve seasons. Damn. It’s good to be a Tiger.

In those days Tiger felt like a god of his territory. He never hunted for food. The mangy ape-things brought him nearly every meal, freshly killed. And the people offered him a sacrifice of their own kind every three years to appease his ape-bloodlust. He eagerly ate the first two.

This year’s gift is quite young and beautiful, Tiger mused. She is likely the prize of their pride, and yet they offer her to me. What purpose does that serve? I’m well fed, and it’s the ape-things that feed me. I, in turn, provide them with safe passage. Seems like a pretty cut-and-dried deal to me. But then they throw in this gift.’ What am I supposed to do with her if not eat her?

Tiger continued to circle the girl. He casually padded around her, building up the tension in the audience and raising the girl-gift’s heart rate to an audible pitter patter. He first concentrated on the crowd pleaser: crying. A roar right in the girls’ ears always made them break down in tears, and the crowd would yipper and yapper with excitement.

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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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   I open a few buttons on my shirt and touch my naked nipples. They are sensitive to my touch and I shiver lightly. Your hand goes down to your cock and you start stroking yourself as you go on writing with the young girl. I let you go on with her for a little while.

You start moaning out and I feel my pussy getting wetter. I decide that you have had enough play and that you are mine now. I slowly approach you from behind and reach over your shoulder to enclose your cock in my hand.

You moan out and remove your own hand from him. Whilst I am doing this I am watching the girl. I want to see her reaction to what I am doing to you. Her face is slightly puzzled as she just sees my hand and does not know who it belongs to.

I start stroking up and down the length of your cock in steady strokes. You tilt your head back and kiss my jaw line. I turn your chair, so you are sitting sideways to the cam and step up to your side. Both you and the girl can see my half opened shirt now, but no more. You reach up and brush the fabric of my breasts and start licking and sucking on my hard nipples. My hand keeps moving on your cock, every now and then cupping your balls.

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