extreme beastiality

I have decided to give you all my side of the story after a bit of prompting from my hubby sam, to post my version of that first time, I have changed his name, Just a bit concerned as Sam has used real names in his post. I hope you understand.

Sam's version of events of a few weeks ago is surprisingly accurate. The minute Sam agreed to take Pick for the week I knew that i would end up having sex with him. From the first time Sam brought him home during one of his walks and I let Pick lick my pussy It was obvious from that moment that I would soon be letting pick screw me.
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my gal and I have travelled to a farm on the Hinterland.
We're meeting with a group of "enthusiasts" that have organised an afternoon get-together…we've not been to one of these before and we thought that an increased circle of friends would widen our experience. We're a bit unsure of what we'll find but confident we'll be OK.

My partner is Bi and I know she needs to have a woman's company from time to time…we often talk about her feelings in this; that even though she is fairly well satisfied sexually that she desires more and that a woman's touch and intimacy is something that I just can't give - I understand this and I find it a bit of a turn-on actually -and hope one day that she'll invite me to share and experience these special moments for her, too…
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Amy walked out onto the deck of the small cottage she was staying @ she looked across the large spread of green grass mountains in the back ground the cool breeze of country air all kinds of different flowers throwing their smell into the air.Amy smiled to herself she had been through a lot this last year a break in the country as her parents had suggested seemed like a rotten idea to her until she got here a little over a week ago .

Amy had never been one for nature she hated not being close to shops , or her friends , no tv or her computer .The only thing she had to keep her amused out here were books & walks in the forest.The cabin belonged to a family friend .When Amy arrived she had removed all her clothing & walked through the forest trying to get in tune with nature .a small creek ran along the side of the property it wasnt very deep but deep enough for her to float in her body just covered by the coolness of the water.she had lay in the water slowly splashing the water over her nakid breasts & pushing her fingers deep into her wet sex her pussy aching for touch & needing so bad to be used.
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This is a work of fiction.

My name is Amanda, I am 43 years old. My family have been into the logging business for many generations. I married a wonderful man, who was a logger too. He was killed five years ago in a car accident and I was left with our small farm.

I have had four wonderful kids that are grown up now; three of them are married, have jobs and lives in the city. My youngest, is still at school. But she live with relatives during the week as they live near by the school and she come home on week-ends.
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Zoo Therapy

My name is Jane, I am 35 years old, married, two kids and a loving husband. I live in the suburb in a nice house.

I live a very happy life with my little family and I am doing some voluntary work for a house with third age people. So I know how it works and I am bothering my mother who is 62 years old and living alone in her old house in the country. She live about 20 minutes from were I live.

My father died about 13 years ago and my mother continue the family business, a dog kennel. She bread St-Bernard dogs.
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I wish I could say that this was a true story - but alas, it's not. It's something I hope to make real one day, though!

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We were in a cabin in the mountains - outside, the wind howled and the snow fell heavily from the skies. Inside, we were cozy, sitting in front of a roaring fire in the fireplace. We were sitting on the floor - his back was against the couch and I was sitting between his legs, my back against his chest. We had an open bottle of chilled white wine and were sitting, talking, drinking, kissing. Across the room from us, Mac and Rocky checked each other out with the occasional joyful bark. He got up to go check on dinner and while he was gone, I softly called Rocky over. When he came back into the living room, he saw me on the bear skin rug, in front of the fire, sucking Rocky. He stood, transfixed, watching my mouth slide up and down Rocky's cock, slurping down his pre-cum. I pointed at him and then Mac, hoping he would get the hint - and, of course, he did b/c he is one smart man. I slowed down, wanting to watch him with Mac. I watched him, sit on the floor with my dog, jerking him off, making him hard. His mouth opened and it took everything I had not to moan, watching him suck my dog's cock. We sucked our dogs, and the sound of our moans, slurping, and our dog's panting filled the room. I finished before him and sat back watching him, as my dog came in his mouth. I crawled over to him, kissing him deeply, the taste of our dogs still in our mouths. My tongue lightly glided across his, teasing it. I pulled back, looked into his eyes, smiled, and said, "Mmm, what an appetizer!" He laughed at me, pulling me close to him, hugging me tightly. He told me dinner was ready, so we stood up and I followed him into the kitchen - Mac and Rocky following us. We opened a second bottle of wine and sat down to eat. We talked and ate and talked some more. When we finished, I helped him clean up. While I was doing the dishes, he came up behind me, and I felt his hands brushing my hair out of his way, as he leaned in and started to kiss my neck. My eyes closed, enjoying the feel of his lips against my neck. I turned around, my hands soapy and wet, grabbing his shirt and pulling him against me, kissing him deeply.
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This may be a better attempt. How I found out about my young wife and out Rottie..

CJ & Khan – Pt 1

I’m working abroad at present, but gearing up to repatriate to the UK in the coming months so I hope to get back onto our culture some time soon.

I suppose that compared to you lucky active lasses and couples that are enjoying yourselves, I’m a bit behind the times (if not for the want of trying to find another adventurous partner). My current ‘friend’ out here, whilst being a lovely lass that I’d do anything for, isn’t very adventurous when it comes to the ‘daily routine stuff’, let alone our kind of fun, so for now I’m having to share memories of my ex-wife’s past experiences.
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Part 1, May:
Christine had always watched the Druid pack, for as long as she could remember. They came every summer with their slowly growing pups to stay where the weather was warm and safe from tourism. It was not that Yellowstone wasn’t a cozy little place for wolves to stay and roam, but the summer months always seemed to attract the couples with squalling children and cameras. The pack was one off the smaller, more reclusive ones in the park, and they didn’t exactly like showing off their young to stranger that made odd and unfamiliar calls. Thus they ventured out of the preserve, into the more dangerous parts of the world, where farmers would shoot to kill for fear of their hens. But Christine’s ranch was a haven for the animals when they wanted peace from the world, as it had been when her father had owned it.
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This is my first post on the forums, although I have been watching and reading for a while!

This story is about a dog that I loved very much, and what would have happened had I not been too confused and afraid to accept his advances.

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When Sampson first came into the veterinary clinic that I do grooming and kennel work at, I made a face and walked off in the other direction. At that time, he was just what everyone else saw him as- an underweight, undertrained German Shepherd. He had been surrendered by people that had found him on the side of the road in pitiful condition. He'd been spraypainted from head to toe, and shot in the side with a buckshot rifle. However, by the time he came into our custody, he had fully recovered from the buckshot, and was just really loud and obnoxious.
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Hi folks
Heres a story I am working on set in London during the second world war.

This is the first part and is the build up to the main scene.

No animal sex in this part but there will be later.

Let me know what you think.

Cheers
Harry

In the Black Outs
"Maria"

Maria could hear the all clear siren above the band as it played a lifeless version of “Little Brown Jug”. This was the third night in a row that the air raids had stopped her “regulars” from stepping out and her money was running low. The club was a dingy affair with red and gold walls and with lighting so low you couldn’t see the damp.
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