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what wild perversions she'd shared with the stable boy. Her husband was so, so... so
what wild perversions she'd shared with the stable boy. Her husband was so, so... so
pure. Oh hell... so boring! The big man moved onto the bed, in between Sally's spread-eagled thighs. Her cunt, a soft little mound fleeced with short curly golden fur, was right beneath him. He placed a thumb on either of the cringing girl's naked pussy lips and slowly pried outward. Sally's crotch-lips parted, sticking together a moment, then sucking wetly free of one another. Her pussy slit gaped pinkly. All her treasures were bared. The flushed, slick valley of her slit, the pearly, swollen tip of her clit, the slowly pulsing opening to her vagina, stretched a little by the earlier intrusion of the one-eyed man's thick fingers. Sally felt cool air washing over her moist, heated inner pussy slit. The one-eyed man was staring down at it as if it were lined with gold and precious jewels. She saw his thick tongue flicker over his lips, moistening them. Her whole body quivered, waiting. He suddenly buried his head between Sally's thighs. "Uuuuunnnngggghhh!" she grunted loudly as his tongue stabbed, lizardlike deep into her slit. She felt it search around a moment, sliding under her tender swollen inner clit, then grope upward. The girl tensed, her body rigid. A second later the one-eyed man's tongue-tip had found her clit and was circling it like a pack of wolves around a wounded deer. "A-aa-aaa- aaaa-aaaahhhh!" Sally cried out, her body spasming helplessly. There was no point in pretending now. Her body was completely out of control. It felt as if the one-eyed man's tongue was shooting a million volts of lightning into her cunt. Sally twitched and jerked helplessly as he started moving his tongue slowly up and down the shuddering length of her wildly reacting slit. Sally's arms were trembling with the strain of trying not to react, her hands balled into |
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fists right alongside her head. She strained and moaned as the one-eyed man lapped at
fists right alongside her head. She strained and moaned as the one-eyed man lapped at
her cunt. He was fiendishly good at it. He seemed to have been born eating cunt. Sally felt her body turning to water. Boiling, steaming water. When he finally made a direct attack on her clit, Sally lost the last of her control. His tongue started flicking the hot little sex button back and forth like a miniature punching bag. Sally's hands rose from beside her head, reaching out, grasping. They hesitated a moment, right over the man's head. Then he started sucking her clit. Sucked it right into his mouth and began nipping lightly at it with his teeth. The girl's fingers hooked into his hair desperately, holding on tightly. "Oh yes... oh yes!" she wailed. "Suck my twat. Shove your tongue up my cunt! It feels so good!" She sensed the man chuckling down between her legs, his voice bubbling obscenely through the soft wet flesh of her cunt. She was completely humiliated, completely crushed. She had given in to this animal, but she couldn't help it. Her body had betrayed her, desperate for the ecstasy he was licking into her cunt. Suddenly the man wrenched his mouth away from Sally's quivering snatch. He passed one hand across his face, wiping away some of her shiny, slick pussy juice. She could smell the odor of her own arousal as she lay helplessly on her back, waiting to see what this pirate would do to her next. Wonderful! He was unbuttoning the front of his pants! Sally gasped as a huge, erect prick fell out onto his hand, jutting from the one-eyed man's fly like a medieval lance. Oh God! It was meant for her! Sally's cunt throbbed in anticipation as the one-eyed man hitched his weight up, |
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moving his torso closer to her wide-open crotch.
moving his torso closer to her wide-open crotch.
"You want this?" he teased, pointing his immense tool straight at her pussy hole. Sally's body cried yes! but she kept her mouth shut. This final humiliation she couldn't stand... to hear herself beg to be raped! But the one-eyed man kept insisting. "Do you want it? Let me hear you say it," he repeated over and over. He began running the bloated tip of his prick up and down the steaming length of her bubbling pussy slit. Sometimes he worked the tip a little way up inside Sally's hungry pussy hole. But never more than an inch. Each time her hips bucked forward, trying to capture more of that steel-hard rod. Finally she could stand it no longer. "Yes! Yes!" she hissed. "I want it. I... I want you to fuck me! Fill me with it... fill me!" Guffawing loudly, the one-eyed man began to work his prick up into Sally's eager pussy hole. But when he felt its elastic walls clasping greedily around his slowly advancing rod, the smile disappeared from his face, replaced by a look of overpowering passion. "Jesus, God, you feel good inside!" he moaned. Suddenly the man seemed to lose his self-control too. With a loud groan he seized her hips in an iron grip, lifting her ass up off the bed, then started ramming his cock hard into her cunt, as deep as it would go. "Unh... unh... unh..." Sally grunted, her hips rising to meet his, her cunt gobbling every inch of his big cock. She felt a wild excitement growing far up inside her belly. She knew she was going to cum soon, and how long since she'd had an orgasm? How long since her namby-pamby, holy son-of-a-bitch husband had made her cum. Well, she was going to get it off now, even if she had to get raped to do it! |
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Or so she thought. She heard the one-eyed man groaning more loudly, but didn't know
Or so she thought. She heard the one-eyed man groaning more loudly, but didn't know
what it meant until she felt a hot wetness flooding her vagina. He was cumming. "No! No!" Sally shrieked. "Not yet. Wait just a little bit longer and I'll cum too!" But it was no use. She stared up at the big man's lust-contorted features, his single eye bulging from its socket as he pumped his nuts off in her cunt. Sally strained to cum too, but the very act of straining killed the orgasm that had been rising in her shudderingly ready belly. She sobbed helplessly as the one-eyed man slowly pulled his shrinking prick from her frustrated pussy hole. He was grinning lasciviously down at her. She hated him then, and wished she could wipe that hateful grin from his face. She had no more thought the words when the grin vanished, replaced by a sudden look of fear. "What's going on here?" she heard a powerful voice call out from the doorway. All the men spun around. All their faces showed fear. Sally blinked away her tears and looked toward the door. The most handsome man she'd ever seen was standing there. He was tall and apparently well-built. He wore the plumed hat of a cavalier on his head. His clothes were immaculate. A long rapier hung from one side, trailing away behind him. He had a thin moustache and a small pointed beard that accentuated the perfection of his features. "What's going on here, I said?" the man repeated. The one-eyed man bowed. "Nothin', Cap'n... nothin' at all," the one eyed man mumbled. "Just us boys having a little fun and relaxation." The man addressed as Cap'n, obviously the leader of the raiders strode forward and |
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looked down at Sally's violated body. He jerked around, his fist crashing into the one-
looked down at Sally's violated body. He jerked around, his fist crashing into the one-
eyed man's face. Sally's former tormentor fell heavily to the floor. She could see that he was conscious, but he didn't seem to dare to look up. The Captain moved closer to Sally. "Let me apologize for the crude behavior of these animals," he said suavely. His eyes flicked up and down Sally's nude, cum-slippery body. "Is there anything I can do to make up for it?" he asked. Sally began to babble. She didn't want to say the words but they poured from her throat in a seemingly uncontrollable torrent. "Yes!" she begged. "Fuck me. Shove something up my cunt... make me cum. It's been so long since anybody made me cum. Oh God, you can't know how awful it's been... to be fucked and not to have a chance to..." She babbled on and on, unable to stop even when she saw the Captain begin to unfasten the front of his velvet breeches. A second later she was looking at the biggest cock she'd ever seen. Hard as a rock. The cock of her dreams. The cock that just had to make her cum. It was in her. She felt it going into her desperately horny cunt. Felt it peeling back her thick outer lips, pushing them out of the way as it slid far up into her pussy hole. She looked up into the Captain's handsome face. He stared back at her impassively and started fucking mechanically in and out of her cunt. Her cunt reacted wildly, the slippery inner walls holding desperately to his remorselessly fucking member. Her orgasm flared into life again, far up in her belly, ready to explode into ecstasy. Then she felt it... the familiar final swelling of the huge cock up inside her twat. The preliminary jerkings. |
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The Captain was going to cum too soon. Just like the others. Just like always. "No!
The Captain was going to cum too soon. Just like the others. Just like always. "No!
No!" she cried. Wait for me! Don't cum yet. Don't cum!" The scene began to fall apart in front of Sally's eyes. She was being shaken. Someone had her by the shoulder and was shaking her hard. "What? What?" she cried. And found herself staring into the familiar face of her husband, John. "Wake up, honey... wake up!" he was saying. "You're having a nightmare." Sally looked around her, at her familiar bedroom. No raiders, no burning city, and worst of all, no cock inside her hungry cunt. "Come on... calm down," John repeated. "You were just having a bad dream." Sally forced her mind into the present. But she could still feel the huge cock that had been up inside her horny snatch. That huge cock that had been about to spout too soon, leaving her unsatisfied. She sighed. "Oh boy, was I ever." LOVE BESTIALITY? BESTIALITY - ANIMALSEX - BEASTIALITY - ZOOPHILIA - DOG SEX - FARM SEX - BESTIALITY VIDEO - BESTIALITY PHOTO - BESTIALITY GIRLS - ZOOPHILIA PERSONALS - BEASTIALITY STORIES - AMATEUR BESTIALITY - ANIMAL EROTICA THE VERY BEST IN PETLOVE ENTERTAINMENT, INFORMATION, SOCIAL NETWORKING, AND MUCH MORE. SEE YOU THERE! |
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Chapter 2
Chapter 2
"You were really yelling," John mumbled sleepily. "Like you were being killed." "I was being tortured," Sally murmured in reply, remembering the repeated near- orgasm that never quite had a chance to happen. While John rolled over, obviously intending to go back to sleep, Sally's numbed mind went over as much of the dream as she could remember. She had no trouble figuring out where the idea for the dream came from. From her own miserable married life of course. And from just last night. How fitting, the missed orgasms. How constant a part of her life. A bitter taste filled Sally's mouth as she remembered what had happened between her and John before they went to sleep last night. At first she thought she was finally going to get a good fuck. The alcohol had helped. She and John had been to a party. Not a very late party but John had had a fair amount to drink. He was drinking a lot more lately, she had noticed. Gulping the stuff down desperately as if it were going to set his tense life straight. When they got home, John had been unusually romantic. Sally refused to pay any attention to it at first. For the past several months she had more or less accepted the fact that her husband's sexual interest in her was fading. It had not always been that way. In the early part of their marriage she had thought John was going to fuck her to death. Not that she complained. It was a better way to go than most. |
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But ever since he had got that new job a year ago something seemed to be wrong. Ever
But ever since he had got that new job a year ago something seemed to be wrong. Ever
since he'd started working for that awful Mr. Scott. At first Sally had thought he was just too tired to make love as much as he used to. He was working very hard. She waited for it to pass, but instead of passing, it got worse. Soon John was making love to her only a couple of times a week. Then once. Now, as she lay there staring at the ceiling, reliving the prophetic dream, she realized John hadn't made love to her for over three weeks! And the last time he had deigned to shove his big prick up her starving cunt, he had shot off too soon. Almost as if he weren't interested and wanted to get it over with. The time before that it had been the same thing. And the time before and the time before that too. A series of hasty, unfulfilling fucks that had left Sally's nerves ragged and stretched taught as violin strings. Last night John had seemed almost gay, almost his old, lively, sexy self. As Sally bent over to unlock the front door, he had been playing with her ass, his finger slipping up into the tight crack between her firm ass cheeks, poking at her sensitive asshole, rubbing down toward her pussy. Sally determined not to let this opportunity pass. Correctly ascribing John's renewed interest in her ass to the booze, she quickly mixed him another drink. Then, while he was sitting in the living room, happy as a frog, drinking his drink, Sally went into the bedroom and pulled out her most sexy nightgown. One of the Frederick's of Hollywood kind, with the heart-shaped cut-out over her naked pussy, and the low top that barely hung onto the nowerect tips of her automatically excited nipples. |
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It seemed to work, the combination of the booze and the sexy nightgown. When Sally
It seemed to work, the combination of the booze and the sexy nightgown. When Sally
came into no, slinked into the living room, she saw a spark of interest in John's eyes. He put his drink down, a little unsteadily, nearly missing the table and dropping it onto the rug. "Hey... come here, pretty woman," he said softly. Sally came over, to stand right in front of him. With her standing and him sitting on the low couch, her artfully framed pussy was right in front of his face. He reached out and began to trace heart-shaped patterns around his wife's cunt as if the cut-out area of the nightgown were a stencil. Sally felt her cunt growing wetter and wetter. Oh God, she prayed silently. Let him fuck me! John was looking at his wife's cunt like he'd never seen it before, a slightly bemused look on his handsome face. He ran his fingertips over the tightly-curled, soft blonde hair covering Sally's pussy lips. Sally was a real blonde. Actually, her cunt hair was a little blonder than the hair on her head, which was so dark blonde it looked like sage honey. "Whoops!" John suddenly chuckled. "I think I've struck oil." His fingers had encountered his wife's gushing pussy juices. He let a little of the warm slippery juice coat the back of one finger, then slipped the finger up into his wife's hot slit as she stood before him. Just the back of his finger, nestling it into the steaming little fur- fringed valley. Sally began to move her hips. She couldn't help it. It was so long since her cunt had felt anything but her own desperately masturbating fingers. |
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John seemed to go along with this. His fingers began to move too, working up and
John seemed to go along with this. His fingers began to move too, working up and
down her slippery slit. "Oooohhhh," Sally sighed voluptuously. Her hips continued to move. "Ah!" she exclaimed, a little more sharply as John slipped his index finger up into her pussy hole. A huge, slow-moving wave of feeling bubbled up from Sally's finger-filled cunt, making her entire body tremble. John finger-fucked her for a while as she stood in front of him. He even managed to work on her clit a little with the forefinger of his other hand. Sally grew so excited her legs began to shake and shudder. When she felt she could no longer stand up she regretfully sank to her knees in front of her husband. Rather than be forced to lean forward in an uncomfortable position, John let his fingers slip from Sally's cunt. She shivered with disappointment. But he had other surprises for her. He untied the top of her nightgown and bared her naked breasts. They were already a little swollen with passion, jutting firmly from Sally's rib cage, two solid, slightly quivering mounds, the nipples starting to peak up. John cupped one of the big globes in each hand, squeezing gently. The veins in his wife's tits were slightly swollen too, showing through the snoxxhite flesh like little road maps. He flicked his thumbs across the distended nipples. "Mmmmmnnn," Sally sighed. Propping up her tits, John leaned forward and began to lick and suck the nipples. The rosy little buds sprang up against his tongue. In seconds they were as hard as small candies, warm tasting and hot against his tongue. |
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