Brian’s Tale    The front door crashing open brought me out of my daydream, Lois so near yet so far away. Another crash, the flash of mustard yellow and the sounds of sobs brought me back fully to reality. Fully opening my eyes I saw Meg, Lois’ daughter, back from marching practice in her uniform and laying on the floor sobbing after falling over the coffee table. “You alright Meg” I asked.
“I’m fine, just leave me alone” she sobbed.
Meg is a bit of a drama queen so this could be anything from something minor to a major crisis, I had better take it easy with her. “I can see that something is bothering you, anyone with half a brain can see that. Good thing your dad isn’t home then, Hey” I replied trying to cheer her up.
“You wouldn’t understand” she sobbed, “You’re just a dog”.
“Just a dog, yes, just a dog, and this is why I am sure I could understand” I said, sorrow tainting my voice.
“What do you mean” Meg asked between sniffles.
“To other dogs I am just a freak and so they avoid or ignore me, to humans I am just a dog, a pet only” I replied.
“I am sorry” Meg sniffled, “I did not realise”.
“Its ok Meg, I know you did not mean anything by what you said. It still stands though, tell what is bothering you” I replied.
“I can’t, where is mum” she asked.
“I am afraid the rest of the family have gone to the next town with your dad, something to do with Chris I believe. So why don’t you get off the floor, sit up here next to me and tell what is upsetting you” I offer.
With that I reach down and take Meg’s hand and slowly lift her up to sit her next to me on the lounge. As she is getting up off the floor I look down at her cute tear streaked face and realise just how much she looks like her mum Lois. Half way up she lets out another sob and sits back down on the floor with a thud onto her backside, nearly pulling me off the lounge as well. I look her over and can now see that she has been crying a lot with the front of her uniform damp from her tears and I could see that what ever it was that was upsetting her was something major, at least to her. Again I start pulling her up so she can sit next to me on and when she started to rise up again she spread her legs exposing her uniform bloomers. I could see from the stains on them that she had a “wee” accident also, but she did not seem to know this yet. Another drama to be unfolded at a later date. Will worry about that one when the time comes.

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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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 Angie’s New Collar (part nine of series)

    She was procrastinating pretty desperately. Her mother insisted that they all go to church on Easter morning, if no other time, and yelled up the stairs at her again. Angie lay on her bed, her white tights abandoned halfway on, snuggling with the stuffed bunny that Cara had given her. She nuzzled her face between its ears.

“I’m almost ready!” Angie called back, sighing and sitting up reluctantly to finish pulling up her tights. She twisted her hair up and grabbed a wide tortoiseshell barrette to secure it with as she left her room.

“Take that thing off,” her mother frowned, glaring at Angie’s collar when she came downstairs.

“Can’t. I don’t have the key.”

Angie rolled her eyes when her mother walked back into the kitchen. She bent over to pull up the straps on the heels of her sandals and didn’t even have time enough to react between feeling a cold sensation on her neck and hearing the quick ‘snick’ of scissor blades. The buckle and lock rattled as her collar fell off. Angie caught it on its way down, turning to stare in shock at her mother, who was still holding a pair of kitchen shears.

“Mother!” she gasped.
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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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  I was 12 years old when my Mom left my Dad and moved from our home in Hilton Head, SC to our new home in Atlanta, GA She was tired of all the fighting and to be honest, so was I. My Dad always had something to say about everything and he was always mean to my Mom. My Mom also got this new job with some big company and said we wouldn’t have to struggle for money like we use to.

When we moved into our big apartment downtown on Peachtree Street, she knew that I would be very lonely without all my old friends back home. So she got me a dog, a golden retriever to be exact. He was wonderful and I fell in love with my new best friend the moment she brought him home. What Mom didn’t know was that I didn’t have many friends at all back home to miss. I was always the real quiet and shy one in school who wouldn’t talk to anyone. There were a lot of days where I wouldn’t say one word to anyone until I got home and saw my parents.

It was the summer when we moved in. The first of April and I had all summer with my new dog. Mom trusted me to be home alone when she was at work, especially since we had very nice security in our building we were in. So I always had plenty of time with my new dog. We named him Taylor, named after the street we use to live on back home. Taylor was already a year old when we got him. Mom was at the store getting some stuff for dinner one night when she saw a young lady trying to find a good home for her dog. She thought it was almost fate. Knowing how lonely I would be in this new big city we now call home.

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