Beastiality

I am 53 years old woman and divorced for fifteen years from a man that I loved but couldn’t stop fucking around on. He always wanted more sex than I gave him and yet I had to go out and get strange men to screw. My shrink told me it was my insecurity with myself that made me do that but in the meantime my great husband left me, remarried, and was very happy. About a year ago his wife died unexpectedly and I went from Arizona to Washington DC to the funeral and to tell him how sad I was for him. What I hoped down deep was to renew our relationship. He invited me and our children to stay at his huge house during the funeral time and when the kids left, I made an excuse to go see someone I knew not to far from him and asked if I could stay with him for a few days when I got back from my friends and before my flight back to Phoenix.

I put a full court press on him to get him to want me to stay with him. Although he was still very sad from what had happened, he had not had any sex in a while and he was horny. I was really counting on this. We had a few drinks about noon time and to cut to the chase, I was giving him the best blow job I knew how, soon after our third drink. I know he loved getting sucked and so I wouldn’t let his cock get out of my mouth. He ended up cumming again, before I let go and I was pretty sure I had got to him. He asked me to stay for a few more days and he agreed to pay for any extra my delay might cost.

He did lay down a few ground rules for my stay. He might want to call a few of his men friends over for some drinks and I was to be the entertainment. I didn’t let on how turned on this made me but reluctantly agreed to his terms. Also, he wanted me to take on three men at a time, meaning that I would be taking a cock up my ass as well as sucking and fucking. When we were married that was a no-no for me. We tried it and it hurt. He told me I had no choice and he would help loosen me up. After giving me an enema to clean me out, he got a nice smelling lotion and put it all over my ass and his hands and tried one, then two, then three fingers in and out of my ass. He then put in four fingers and was opening me so that he could almost put his whole hand up my bottom. I guess I had gotten loose in my old age and I didn’t mind what he was doing. In fact, I was getting hot and started to rub my clit as he fingered my backside and I had a nice quiet orgasm. He replaced his fingers with his fat cock and took my ass cherry some thirty three years after he took my pussy cherry! Now I was ready for anything. He reminded me that he would always consider me a slut after what I did to him and would treat me accordingly. I didn’t tell him but being treated that way was just what I wanted.

As we were fucking that night with him on top, slowly sliding in and out, we started to talk sex stuff like we used to and get each other hot. He reminded me of the time I told him about having a big male dog lick my eighteen year old pussy until I had my first orgasm and then having the dog do it on a regular basis. The dog started to want to fuck me but I was afraid to let him. When we were married we always said that when the kids were gone, we would get a big male dog and he would help me get doggy fucked. He wanted to get a dog now and resume our fantasy. I told him that I would have to stay a lot longer than a week for that to happen and he agreed. So I was now in a position of being the sex slut for his friends and a big dog. I was so excited I was aroused all the time. Read the rest of this entry »

My name is Katie, and the following happened when I was 18. I had just graduated from high school and had just broken up with my long time boyfriend, Billy. We were a couple all through high school and some people thought that we were going to be married some day. I drove around all evening after Billy broke up with me, and got home around 9. I went straight in the house, and was met at the door by our dog, Mugs. Mugs was a Great Dane that Dad had gotten to protect mom and me when he was away. Mugs seemed to sense that something was wrong and looked at my very sadly with his big brown eyes. I could hear the television coming from the family room, so I knew Mom and Dad were home. I yelled that I was home and was going to bed. Mom called back, “Good night. Love you.” Mugs followed me upstairs to my room.

I needed a shower. I stripped and told Mugs to lay down and be a good boy. I took a nice long hot shower, and came out of my bathroom wearing my silk bath robe. I sat down at my dresser and brushed my hair. Mugs came over and sat next to me, I scratched his head. I then walked over and sat down on my bed, looked at Billy’s picture, and started crying. Mugs came over and rested his head on my lap, comforting me in his own way. I again started scratching his head and began to feel better.

I just laid down on the bed, with my feet still on the floor still crying. I hadn’t noticed, but my robe had fallen open. I felt a little hot breath on my legs and heard some deep breathing. I then felt a big tongue lick my pussy. I jumped, and said, “No, Mugs!” I sat up a little and Mugs was standing between my legs looking at me. He lowered his head and licked my pussy again. It sent a jolt through my body. Billy had eaten me before and I liked it, but Mugs was a dog. I again said, “No, Mugs.” He looked up and went right back to licking my pussy. I could feel myself getting wetter and wetter. I laid back, spread my legs, and let Mugs enjoy himself. It didn’t take long before he brought me to probably one of the best orgasms that I’ve ever had. I had to bite my lip to keep from screaming. When I come, I’m very wet and this felt like I came a gallon. Mugs just kept on licking, with his tongue going into my pussy and hitting my clit every once in awhile, he brought me to another orgasm.

I had to push him away, I couldn’t take a third. He looked a little hurt. So, I called him up on the bed. And then I saw his penis. Billy was no slouch in this category, but Mugs was much bigger. I sat there and just stared at it. It must have been at least 9 inches long and I don’t think I could have gotten my hand around it. It started to go back into its sheath, but I wanted to look at it some more. So, I reached out with my left hand and started stroking it, like I had done many times with Billy. Mugs’s penis started to grow again and the more I stroked it the larger it grew. It grew till I could no longer get my hand around it. He started humping my hand, so I quit. He again looked hurt. Read the rest of this entry »

Kristine was glad that the mad real estate boom that had swept up the coast has skipped her little island. Since she and her husband bought the cottage twenty years ago she had looked at the island as hers and she was the self appointed guardian of it. The development that had carved up the coastal properties on the mainland made little progress thanks to her and her husband’s money.

At 40 Kris was still drop dead gorgeous with looks that just didn’t age. At 5′5 she weighed scarcely 100 pounds, still had golden blonde hair, deep blue eyes, a perfect ass, and even here tits were still perfectly firm B-cups. She worked out religiously and had a tummy you could bounce a quarter off of. She always got a kick out of dropping by her daughter’s high school and watching all those 18 year old boys drool and she always chuckled when she heard some boy mumble MILF under his breath as she walked by.

Today was going to be hot, even on the island. Kris awoke late, but seeing as she was the only one in the cottage now there wasn’t the urgency to get out the door. For twenty years Kris has risen early and snuck off for a swim whenever she could. The cool morning skinny dip was her moment’s peace and even if it was only five or ten minutes it kept her spirits up for the rest of the day. Since her daughter had left for college last month and her husband was going to be in the city for the rest of the month, Kris decided that this August she was going to enjoy herself and stop caring about everyone else around her. Kris even told all her therapy clients that she was going to be gone for the month so don’t call her, she never could figure out why her clients just couldn’t get it together like she could.

Kris grabbed a towel and a few things and struck out down the path to her beach, secure in knowing that everything was in place. She gave a quick look around to make sure there were no lurking kayakers (there were a few on the island, but they steered clear of Kris the bitch ), dropped her towel and clothes and headed for the surf. Read the rest of this entry »

Jeff closed the huge wooden barn doors as Rex ran through the narrowing opening and as he lowered the thick wooden bar into its steel cradle, securing the barn’s double doors in place. He turned toward the house, noticing the kitchen lights, still on from this morning, and started his walk across the large gravel area to the porch steps.

Jeff relaxed as he walked, entranced by the sight of the porch, bathed in the warm, soft, gentle glow of the early evening sun. He cast his eyes downward, as he walked, noticing the barn’s shadow below his feet. He thought of how helpless the house must feel, watching the barn’s dark shadowy emblem, move slowly, silently, unrelentingly toward its sinister dark final evening embrace of the old farm house.

Jeff’s steps on the driveway were the only sounds of the impending evening. He walked unhurried towards the porch to await the arrival of Aunt Martha and Uncle Joe.

As Jeff neared the bottom of the porch steps, he heard the sound of tires as they slowed, to make the turn and start up the gravel drive toward the house. When he reached the top step of the porch, Jeff looked to the right, down the tree lined driveway towards the sound of the car. A cloud of thin dust reflected in the rays of the low angled sun as it chased the vehicle down the long driveway to the house.
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