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Annie’s Surprise

Annie Fernandez was my cute little Puerto Rican friend, whom I usually got
together with whenever I was between girlfriends, or sometimes when I was
just between dates.  Sure, she was skinny, not much tits or ass, but there
was a nice little flair to her hips, and her thighs were bowed, which
intrigued me; she could actually stand with her feet together and her thighs
wouldn’t touch.  But while she may have looked rather mousy on the outside,
on the inside she was a tiger, hot as hell and highly sexed.  We were both
approaching thirty and had often wondered why we had never hooked up as a
couple.  But we knew the answer to that:  Neither one of us was really
interested in being together that way; we preferred simply to be available
to each other for doing those kinds of things that we were too embarrassed
to ask our partners to do.

Such an occasion came up just recently.  I had, only hours before, had sex
with my girlfriend, but our conventional fucking and sucking had left me
dissatisfied.  I had to experience something more kinky before my hormones
would settle down.  Of course I thought of Annie, because I knew she would
be willing to try just about anything I suggested.  So I called her on a
Saturday afternoon and asked if I could drop by.

“Yeah,” she said, “but not till after my friend leaves.”

“What friend?” I asked, instantly curious.

“This guy I been messin’ with,” she explained.  “I don’t want him to know
about you.”

“Okay, that’s cool,” I said.  “So what do you want me to do?”

“Come out here at around ten o’clock tonight but stay downstairs in the
lobby.  I’ll call you on your cell phone and let you know when it’s okay to
come up.” Read more »

Jackie and Sam

 Here is the follow up,sorry for the wait.You know what they say about
anything the least bit artistic-music,story writing in this case:You have
forever to think about your first story,then if it’s well received you have
a deadline from then on!  I know we don’t have deadlines here,but I
definitely don’t want to keep those who can appreciate my stories waiting.
Although I write based on true life experience(I must say the majority,or
slightly less than 100% just to be safe) it takes time to find the right
way to write it down sometimes.The only things I change are-names,for
obvious reasons,sometimes minor details,(like surroundings) to make it
easier to visualize,or because to stay entirely true to every detail would
take too long,too many words.But you can be sure there is enough you don’t
have to worry if it’s exaggerated, it isn’t!

   So,after my wife and I returned from our short vacation,we began the
long careful investigation on the subject of women with beasts,especially
dogs.  It wasn’t too long into our search that we decided before we sought
our own dog,we would “borrow” other peoples dogs first,to get a first hand
idea what size and breed would work best for us.From reading up on the
internet,it seemed the best breeds for functionality,safety and loyalty
were probably German shepherds and Retrievers, although we also know how
they are raised has plenty to do with how they interact with people.  But
it just so happened that we had some friends,one couple with a German
Shepherd,and one family that had raised Black Labs for several generations. Read more »

MORNING DELIGHTS

       Tiffany, age 33, had made an appointment at a nearby
restaurant.  Not that an appointment was necessary, but Tiffany had
wanted special girls to wait on her.
       The appointment was for 8:15 and it was almost 8:00 now.
Quickly, Tiffany glanced in the mirror.  Her blond hair hung to her
shoulders and cascaded down the back of a blue dress.  Blue pumps
outfitted her clothing.  She checked her make-up one last time before
opening her door and stepping out.
       It was but a seven-minute drive to this restaurant and Tiffany
arrived quickly.  After parking the car, she stepped up on a walkway
and sounded a bell.  At this point, the reader might be wondering why
she had to sound a bell at a restaurant … this wasn’t any normal
restaurant.  It catered to lesbians with special requests.
 A small door opened and a face appeared.
 “Tiffany!  Come on in!” the matron opened the main door.
       At once Tiffany stepped in and the door locked.  “The ladies
are waiting for you.”  The matron led Tiffany to a main room.  The
room was nearly empty, although at the time, there was one other lady
being served.
       The matron showed Tiffany to a table and Tiffany seated
herself.   She squirmed around some until her waitresses appeared.
Three blonds approached her table, none of them more than nineteen
years of age.  Each wore a single, short apron not covering their
shaven pubic area.
       As they stood before Tiffany, another waitress brought out a
platter and three mugs and sat them on the table.  The platter had
lettuce and snow peas only.  One by one, the three girls all climbed
up on the table, turned to face Tiffany, thrust a mug up to their
pussy lips and began to piss.  Each nearly filled the mugs before
setting them down before Tiffany. Read more »

MARCIE BABYSITS

    Marcie really enjoyed her babysitting jobs, especially the ones
like she had tonight, babysitting for the Wilson girls.  Connie was 13
and Patty was 11, so all that Marcie had to do was what she’d be doing
at home anyway – watching TV.  This was easy money, Marcie thought.
Marcie was 17 and she didn’t think the Wilson girls really needed a
babysitter, but she was certainly willing to do it as long as Mrs.
Wilson paid her.  She had decided that these girls were a little
strange, but she thought that all kids were these days.  Connie, the
oldest, sat around with her legs pulled up or spread so that her
panties showed and Marcie found herself peeking at the girl’s panties
as often as Connie displayed them.  She noticed that Connie smiled at
her whenever the girl saw that Marcie was looking at her panties and
Marcie was beginning to feel a little uncomfortable.  She knew that
she shouldn’t be staring at the girl but she really couldn’t help
herself.  Now, Marcie was sitting at one end of the sofa while Connie
was leaning back on the arm at the other end with her legs spread wide
and her dress pulled up almost to her waist.  Connie was holding a
magazine in front of her face so Marcie was staring intently between
the girl’s legs. Connie’s puffy little pussy was visible beneath the
thin panties and it looked very
inviting to Marcie, who was beginning to feel her own cunt moisten at
the sight.  She was still staring at Connie when Patty came bouncing
into the room, wearing nothing but tiny shorts.
    “Patty!” Marcie said, “where is your top?  You shouldn’t run
around like that!”
    Patty looked at her curiously.  “Why not?  I do it all the time
and Mom says it’s OK. Besides, it’s not like I have anything to cover
up anyway,” she giggled as she stuck out her flat chest.  Marcie
agreed that the girl had nothing more than little bumps on her chest
but she still didn’t think it was proper for a girl to go around naked
to the waist.  Patty laid down on her back to watch TV and Marcie
began to feel even more uncomfortable as she looked at the girl’s
nearly naked body.  Long, thin legs and long blonde hair, just like
her sister. Read more »

LISA TAKES A NEW MISTRESS

    Lisa had been called into the office of Mistress Jolene for her
latest review.  Mistress
Jolene had been reading her notes on her when she came in and Lisa sat
down noiselessly to await Mistress Jolene to finish.  Finally
finished, Mistress Jolene pushed her notes aside and took her glasses
off, “Lisa, since you’ve been here, you have serviced 21 different
women, and I must say, you did it with gusto, but there is still much
to be learned. You see, the ladies that come here for this
entertainment want a great deal more verbal craving from you, they
want to see a dirty little girl giving absolute adoration for their
feces, in both action and words.  You have failed me in this respect.
While you have showed admirable yearning for this service, you have
completely failed in your use of verbal admiration for this line of
work.  Do you understand?”
    “I think so,” Lisa blushed.
    Mistress Jolene smiled. “That is one of the things that each and
every lady you serviced said about you, that you blush very prettily.”
    “Mistress Jolene, I’ve wanted to tell these ladies of my feelings
as well as show them, but I was too busy with my mouth,” and this time
Lisa blushed furiously.
    Mistress Jolene smiled again, “Lisa …. I have a lady coming in
this afternoon. She heard about my house from a friend and she claims
she has had the very best of girls from around the world give her this
service and she would like to sample my very best girl, that money is
no object.”
    “Mistress Jolene, may I service this lady?” Lisa slid to her knees
and wrapped her arms around Mistress Jolene’s legs.
    “I was thinking about you, but I was also thinking of Peggy.  You
know that Peggy is one of more requested dirt girls here.”
    “Oh teach me, teach me everything,” Lisa begged.
    “That’s a very proper attitude,” Mistress Jolene relied, “but it
is a very short time until mid-afternoon.  That’s when this, lady will
arrive.”
    “Mistress Jolene, do you need to shit?  You could train me for
this service with your shit. I’ve never eaten yours and I’ve always
wanted to.”
    “I’ve already shit this morning, but …. if you’re really
serious, I’ll see just how many of the girls are willing to help you
and can help you.”
    “Thank you,” Lisa began planting kisses all over her Mistress’s
high heels. Read more »

Scat story

Of course, I think the tennis player’s body is the most attractive of
all athletes. I love trim guys with long legs, well-muscled with
well-developed chests and beautiful, melon-shaped asses. I’m pretty much
an ass man. A lot of tennis players have long dicks to go with those long
tall bodies but if I have to choose one or the other, give me an ass to
suck or fuck. I saw some show on TV where they asked three girls whether
they preferred tennis players’ or volleyball players’ bodies. They all
said volleyball. Not me. Give me a tennis stud any day.

Now being the tennis coach, I get to do a lot of fun things that get me
off without the players even really knowing about it. Let me tell you
about the players and then I’ll tell you what fun I have with them and
their things. Our best player is Bobby, who is about 6’4″ with black hair
and a baby face. I make all my players wear sheer white shorts and briefs
on the court. Not just because it’s part of the tradition of the sport.
Mostly, I make them do it because it gives me the best view of their asses.
And when Bobby bends over to serve, you just want to stick a finger up that
hole.

Our next regular player is Adam, who is a little shorter, about 6’2″,
with light brown hair and the fullest, most succulent ass you could
imagine. When he bends over, his bubble butt looks so fucking full it’s as
if he was wearing a diaper. Our next player is Ari, about 6’1″, a thin,
wiry, curly-black-haired guy from out West. He’s an arrogant fucker with
beautiful Greek features. Bobby, Adam and Ari are our top three singles
players. The “second three” are Ethan, Kyle and Andy. Ethan is about
6’4″, with wavy brown hair and a beautiful fleshy body. When he bends over
in the training room in his little red lycra shorts, you’re reminded why
life is worth living. I’ve wanted to pop that ass since the first day I
saw it. Kyle is about 6’3″, with reddish-brown hair, slightly balding. He
rides to practice on a motorcycle wearing jeans, sometimes leather. He’s
got that intellectual studfucker look to him; even though he’s not
conventionally sexy, you still want his ass. Andy is the shortest at
5’11”, like me. Blonde with blue eyes, he’s so young and innocent looking
you’d think he was fresh off the farm. But he knows he’s hot. I once saw
him playing pick-up basketball with another guy and jokingly say, “If you
make that shot, I’ll let you suck my cock.” The guy missed and then asked
Andy if he still could anyway. Read more »

Dr. Walters

      Dr. Walters had Mrs. Carter on the examining table.  Her long
tan legs were parted wide and Dr. Walters was idly stroking and
pulling the juicy lips of her magnificent cunt.  He always enjoyed
these exams, not only because she did too, but he was in awe of her
fantastic clit – it was now quivering in his face, as long and big as
a small boy’s prick.  He watched as it throbbed only inches from his
drooling tongue.   He touched the tip with his finger and slowly bent
it down until it was almost touching her asshole and then released it
and watched as it violently sprang back, slinging cunt juice in his
face.  The hard, crimson spike slapped against her lower belly and
then jerked up until it was again standing rigid, waving in the air. 
    “This reminds me, doctor,” said the beautiful blonde, “of the
reason I came today.  I have an embarrasing problem that I need to ask
you about.”
    Walters tore his gaze from her sloshy cunt, “What is it, my dear?”
    “Well, last month when I was here, I told you about my daughter,
Chrissy, wanting to have oral sex with me, and you said it would be
all right – that I should actually encourage her.”
Walters had forgotten about it but the thought of 12-year-old Chrissy
sucking her mother’s cunt almost made him come on the spot.  “Yes, of
course.  And what finally happened?” Read more »

CAPTURED IN AMAZONIA

   Twenty-two year old Amy was in trouble.  Her single engine plane was
coughing and sputtering and she knew it wouldn’t be long before she hit
water.  Trying her very best to keep her fright to a rational level, she
steered her plane as best as she could, lower and lower before she felt the
engine sputter one last time.  Trying not to panic, Amy shut the engine off
and began a smooth glide, knowing she would soon be in water.  Lower and
lower the plane drifted, 200 feet, 150 feet, 100 feet, 50 feet and Amy
braced her feet knowing soon she would have to glide in , hopefully for a
smooth landing in the water.
   Then all at once, Amy saw it, a small island in this vast south Pacific
and hoped she might get her plane close enough to be able to swim to shore. 
As her plane went lower and lower, she watched the altimeter slowly drop and
she began to panic – what if there were sharks in this water. Her landing
was smooth considering her verge on panic and she started her slow approach
towards the island.  Immediately she began unfastening her
rigging and reached for the radio and began sending an S.O.S. The radio was
dead, the storm that had blown her out of her tract had also knocked out her
radio.
   When water began to cover her feet, she knew it was now or never and
started climbing out towards a wing.  With a last look around, she dove off
into the water and began swimming.  She swam for several minutes, looked
back and her plane had disappeared, sinking below the water.
   The swim was no more than 1/4 of a mile, but it took her a solid half
hour before she dragged her sodden body up on the beach and just collapsed.
   She had only been resting about ten minutes when she heard voices. She
looked up quickly; she couldn’t believe her luck with this island being
inhabited.  But it wasn’t her luck at all, but her misfortune. She was
quickly surrounded by women and girls, all in the nude and carrying spears.
   “Hi, I’m Amy,” Amy tried to back away from the spears.
    At once, the leader came forward, “We saw your plane coming in. Now you
belong to us!” Read more »