Betty’s Animal Farm    Chapter 1

It won’t be long now Stacy.” Betty assured continuing, Soon you’ll see that adults, or people in general, tend to behave pretty much the same with their clothes off. I get horny just trying to guess what kind of action I’m going to see. Maybe a couple of women will go at it in the bedroom. I like to watch the wives engaging in Lesbianism, sometimes one or both will gush on other’s face. I like to watch hot fucking and sucking session’s period; ‘Girl on girl, boy on girl, girl with a dog.’”

Wait a minute,” Stacy interrupted somewhat distressed asking, You’ve seen these people doing it with dogs Betty”

Oh no just the women do it with the dogs; and boy do they get naaassty…!” Betty explained with an exaggerated hunching of her hips clearing any doubt for Stacy.

That sounds gross.” Stacy said wrinkling her nose as she unconsciously squeezed her clitoris. Stacy didn’t want to let Betty know that she has no real experience with sex or that she masturbates, even though she knows Betty does.

Maybe we’ll be lucky one of them will get it on with their dog, and you’ll see what I mean, ‘that really does make me wet my panties.’ Especially after he sinks that huge kno…” Betty paused not wanting to scare her new and innocent friend off, because she has plans for Stacy’s virginity. When he slips his cock into her cunt!” Betty said impishly, her voice breathy as she spoke turned and smiled warmly at Stacy adding, More likely two couples will be on that bed in matter of minutes!”

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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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