Kate was possibly the happiest woman in the world at the moment. She was in Fiji, on a small plane and headed to one of the smaller islands with the love of her life. She had kept herself for one man and she had found him. He was handsome, sensitive and gallant. He wasn’t pushy as most of the others had been but he listened to her. She told him she wanted to wait to lose her virginity until she was sure that he love her and now was that time. She was absolutely certain that he was going to ask her to marry him and she was ready to give herself to him.
She had seen the brochure for their island getaway and it was just like the “Swiss Family Robinsons.” Their room was a tree house with an excellent view of the beach, but that is where most of the comparison ended. Everything from there it was modern and furnished with anything they could possibly want. Their nearest neighbor was at least two hundred yards away on all sides. There was a twenty six foot cabin cruiser for them to use at any time, and two smaller personal watercraft that they could speed about on. All right at the dock on their own personal beach. They could also go across the island to the marina in their dune buggy and take one of the sport fishers there and go deep sea fishing or scuba diving; whatever they desired.
Kate glanced at Carl out of the corner of her eye for the umpteenth time and smiled. He was everything she had ever hoped for and then some. Besides the good looks he was also knew how to fly a plane and was wealthy; and the latter she hadn’t known until she had been dating him for more than a month. She reached over and caressed his arm before turning and looking out the window at the beautiful scenery below. The grandeur of the moment was interrupted as the plane’s engine sputtered, then caught and sputtered again. Five seconds later the engine quit all together, leaving very little time for decision making because they hadn’t been flying very high. Read the rest of beastiality hardcore »
I would like to tell about how it all began some many years ago. I grew up in a small farm comunity in the midwest where I was the unusual farmers daughter. Our town was black and white I mean as far as folks go. I have two older sisters and and my mother left, my father died when I was 12 . My grandfather had bought the land that we live on way back in the twenties when land was very cheap and he had money. So my grandfather and grandmother bought 5000 acres so far back in the woods thatthey had their own road cut back to where they lived. He had his beautiful 10 bedroom 5 bathroom house built along with 8 houses for the hired help. He thought that he wanted a lot of children and my grandmother was willing to provide them for him if it had not been for an accident that happened to her after the the birth of their third child and third daughter my mother. She was thrown from a horse and the way that she landed the doctor said she could not carry anymore children or it would kill her so he gave her a tubal and she was free to do the things other than have babies. My grandmother had her children early in life and by the time she was seventeen her children had all been born. My grandmother was a very pretty woman who was not only pretty but very sexual. Nudity was a very excepted thing in our family and so was the fact that on afarm things dont reproduce without being planted so it was nothing to my mother to find her father or her mother naked or in the throes of haveing sex almost constantly. they had many animals cattle chickens and other live stock. My grandfather raised old english mastiffs and Irishwolf hounds. I guess I should tell you that my grandfather and grandmother were extremely kinky and these dogs were part of their lives in more ways than one. as the girls reached their 16th birthday they were included into a circle which gave them the choice to carry on this family way of life there was no [CENSOR] involved but there was all kind of sex. Read the rest of bestiality daily »
I’m in college and I run track. I was working out pretty hard, and my new boyfriend, Doug asked me if I’d take his dog running with me. Doug had a heavy class schedule, and his golden lab wasn’t getting any exercise. So of course, I went by and picked Lex up one day on my regular two mile run. Lex was a real friendly pup. I think Doug said he was two, so he’s in good shape and can run really hard. I had him on one of those extendable leashes and he’d run ahead for awhile, then circle back and lope next to me. It was nice to have someone to run with, so I looked forward to getting him. Doug gave me a key to his place so I could pick up the dog when he wasn’t home.
One day, I wanted to go straight to class after my run, so I took a bag of clothes over to Doug’s place and then went on my run with Lex. I don’t know what it was, but I was feeling pretty horny. It was close to my period, I think it was a full moon…you know how it gets. Anyway, I was running my miles, but I didn’t really feel like running. I felt more like gettin’ busy. Sometimes I masturbate three or four times a day. Like I said, Doug has a heavy class schedule, so I’ve learned to take care of my own sex drive, whether or not he’s around. I whistled to Lex. I wanted to go back to Doug’s to “jill off” before I went to class. I always laugh at that term, because my real name is Jill. Somehow horny Jill laying in the bed, “jilling herself off” delighted me. I was planning to shower at Doug’s anyway. Read the rest of beast sex dog horse fucking sucking »
She stumbled out of the house and headed through the alleyways of the dimly lit city. She should have been scared, as she was coming from a lingerie party at a fraternity, and was wearing nothing more than white cotton boy short style panties under a mini skirt that did not even hide her ass, and suspenders covering a cut off tee of which the bottom of her eighteen year old breasts peeked menacingly, but the alcohol she had consumed at the party gave her the liquid courage she needed to find her way home. Also, her thigh high leather boots offered pointy tips should a weapon be needed, although she was having enough trouble walking as it was.
She was new to college, and was not used to the harassment of the horny college guys, as she herself had remained pure. Having grown up in a strict catholic school, her sexual experience was limited to gentle petting and sucking, but no penetration. She had steamed out of the fraternity house after one of the partygoers had grabbed her ass and tried to lift her shirt, and was now stumbling home where she could hide from the menacing sexual remarks of the college guys. Read the rest of sex with animals »
Let me tell you about myself right off. My name is Daisy. (my dad says it’s because I reminded him a flower when I was born) I’m not to hip on it, but, what are ya gonna do? Mid twenties (+-) and out on my own since college. 5’ 7”, 130 pounds, light brown hair, 36C, 26, 36. I’m doing OK in the looks department. Bi, so is my ‘boy’friend, Alex. Lately, though, he seemed to like the dick more than he liked me. There ya have it.
I met my friend, Susan, when I was in college. She always had her own place, while I was in the dorm. Her and I had hooked up on many occasions when the pickin’s weren’t so hot on the local scene. She had the sweetest tasting pussy.
She had always talked about getting a dog as she had had one growing up. I didn’t know poop from dogs and was a little interested as it seemed to be always on her mind. I like animals, but was never able to have one. We would talk, and I would find things out about raising them from pups, how to make them obey commands and what-not. During our senior year, Susan acquired a male Bull Mastiff/Great Dane mix as a pup, Bandit. Since I was around the house quit a bit, Bandit and I got to be pretty good friends. Susan taught me how to control him when we would go for walks, the commands she used, how the leash was a tool, along with gentle words to keep him calm. I was learning a lot with her guidance. As he grew up, I was amazed at his size. Read the rest of adults having sex with animals »
My name is Ken and my wife is Kaye, and we have been married for almost 33 years. Our sex life started off with a bang, and we had sex every night- but as time wore on, this activity dropped rapidly to almost zero. In fact, as I write this story, we haven’t had sex in 2 years. In order for me to obtain some release, I masturbate frequently.
We both are in our mid-fifties, so it’s not like we are spring chickens. So, it seems as we have settled into our non-sex lives and I guess we will live out our lives in a platonic state of existence. All this leads up to what happened about 2 months ago.
Kaye had had a severe problem with her left knee. Her knee cap would just lock up and not move as it should. You can imagine the multitude of problems that this created; and she finally decided to do something about it. She made an appointment with a surgeon, who suggested that the only way to solve this problem was through surgery. They would have to insert a couple of screws on either side of her kneecap and then stretch her ligaments in order to place her kneecap in the correct position. Read the rest of zoophilia xxx, animal »
