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A Horse sex deep purr caught Kent’s ear and grew louder as an old pick-up truck rounded the corner and slid into one of the student parking spaces. Dried mud was splattered across the entire truck like it was a mobile Jackson Pollack canvas. Kent trained his eye on the vehicle as the driver’s door opened and a girl stepped out.
Kent Amature beastiality recognized her as a classmate in his American Lit class that just finished a few minutes ago. He tried to pretend he wasn’t staring her down as she strode across the parking lot, but he wasn’t very convincing. A worn-in cowboy hat sat atop her head full of flowing black hair. Her body was a genuine phenomenon, slender but curvy, with a little extra padding in the boobs and butt. Flawless legs ran from the frayed bottoms of her cut-off jean shorts down to the knee-high cowboy boots sheathing her smallish feet. Kent was so caught up with the sight of her that he didn’t even realize she was coming toward him until she was right in front of his face.
Kent Horse sex samples jumped back, startled. The girl smirked. “Don’t tell me class is over,” she said, a southern twang decorating her feathery voice. Country girls. Kent was a city kid attending school in a rural college town. No matter how many times he heard it, that accent always gave him pause. “Yeah, it ended about 15 minutes ago,” Kent responded. His eyes moved slowly from her rack up to her eyes.
“Shit.” Horse penis The girl bit her thick red lower lip and stomped her foot. “I gotta get my fuckin’ watch fixed. This is the second time this month.” “You didn’t miss much,” Kent assured her. “We just went over ‘Gatsby’ again, and --” “I don’t get that book,” the girl whined. “I mean, what the fuck is with that green light? What’s that supposed to mean? I don’t like that symbolism shit. I’m a tell-it-like-it-is kinda girl, y’now? No frontin’. No bullshit.”
Kent Fisting lesbians and horse sex laughed. To an academian lit major like himself, dismissing symbolism as bullshit was tantamount to sacrilege. But never question a pretty girl. “You’re pretty smart, aren’t you?” the girl asked. “How’d you like to help me with some of the lit homework?” “Sure. When would be good for you?” “How about right now?”
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Kent Erotic beastiality stories shrugged. He wasn’t gonna get any work done out here anyway. “Why not?” The girl flashed a smile as big as a cornfield. “Great!” she said. “Hop in the truck. We’ll go to my place.” The two students made their way over to the mud-encrusted truck. “How in the hell did you get that thing so dirty?” “Muddin’. I LOVE muddin’,” she said. “Takin’ a truck out in a field and just drivin’ through all the yuck and shit … Great way to spend a weekend.”
Kent Animal sex story rolled his eyes. How redneck. “You really get a kick out of that, huh? That‘s what you do every weekend?” A devious glint appeared in the girl’s eye. “Not every weekend. There are other fun things to do in the mud.” Kent’s body stiffened. He was a little confused, as he really didn’t know what she was talking about, but something about the way she said it made it sounds VERY sexual.
Kent Mature tranny lesbians sex horse climbed in the passenger seat and the girl started the motor. “What’s your name, by the way? I can‘t remember,” he asked as she turned her head to pull out backwards and stretched her arm across the seat, casually laying it behind his shoulder. “Jenna,” she said. “You’re Kent, right?” He smiled. “You’re smart.”
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“Then Beastality pictures what do I need you for?” After a brief laugh by both parties, Kent shifted in his seat and turned to look out the window. He found himself hoping the sexual tension wasn’t just in his head. The truck pulled up in front of an old farmhouse, surrounded by acres of field and weeds. The two students got out and made their way to the porch. Kent looked around and took it all in. “You’re a farmer?”
“Nah, me and my roommate just rent it during the school year. We got a sweet deal,” Jenna explained. They entered the house and Kent sat down on the couch, placed his book on the table before him. Jenna headed for the kitchen. “You want something to drink?” “Whattya got?” A pause. “Bud and MGD,” she hollered from the kitchen.
“You Beast sites have any coffee?” “Son, you have a cock, right? You’re havin’ a Bud.” As Kent watched her take the beer bottle to the counter and pop it open, he shook his head and laughed to himself. Why was he attracted to her? She had a great body, sure, but the way she was dressed, the way she talk, her attitude toward school … it was all so country. So redneck. Yet there she was, and there his cock was, hardening beneath his jeans. Kent shifted to try and cover his stiffy.
Jenna Bestiality vhs entered and sat down beside Kent, handed him the beer. She took a mighty swig of her own. Kent watched the bottle neck extend from her mouth, imaging those lips were wrapped around his cock instead. She caught him staring and pulled the bottle away, wiping her mouth and belching. “Something wrong with the way I drink?”
Kent offered a nervous laugh. “Nope. Absolutely nothing wrong with that.” “No man I ever met thought so either,” Jenna said, grinning. She grabbed the book off the table and opened it, threw it in Kent’s lap. “Ready to get crackin’?” “Sure …” Kent’s voice trailed off. He flipped aimlessly through the pages, then started to look up at Jenna. He hesitated, then looked up at her again. She was staring pretty intently at him too. Kent swallowed before speaking.
“So Animal sex story where do you … ‘mud,’ around here?” Kent asked. He noticed Jenna’s eyes light up at the question. “Oh, there’s a big mud pit out back,” Jenna said, thumbing behind her shoulder. “Wanna see it?” “Yeah, I think I do.” Jenna got up and headed for the back door. As Kent followed her, Jenna remarked, “You don’t look like the type of guy who’d be interested in muddin’ to me. You look all preppy, you know. Like you keep clean and all that.”
Kent raised an eyebrow. “Doesn’t everyone?” Jenna laughed. “You aren’t around local guys much, are you? The only time you can get them to shower is when you get in there with them. Hell, that’s the only time I shower either.” Kent could tell. He could smell her body odor across the room. But it wasn’t necessary a bad thing … something about her natural scent was intoxicating.