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Mandy Dog sex was rubbing herself again. Her own squishing sounds in her sloppy wet crotch were only barely louder than her heavy, panting breath as she approached another orgasm. It was ten in the morning, only a few hours since Roxanne had left for home and for work. Mandy's room still stank of old piss and shit and three dozen scented candles. Her skin still itched from all that had been smeared upon it just hours before. Her mouth was a numb pit of fetid bad breath that she was afraid she'd never get clean again. In the back of her mind, she was worried about getting sick, needing shots, having somebody throw her in jail. But God was she still horny!
Then Beastiality top she clicked open the last two pictures Bonnie's husband had sent, resizing them to rest side-by-side on her desktop. She set the keyboard and mouse aside, then leaned back and put her feet up on her desk, abandoning herself to her pleasure. One hand savagely pulled, pinched and twisted her nipples. The other rammed four fingers into her pussy, stabbing up and in, then rough and hard around on her clit, then back into her steaming hot cunt.
The Dogsex videos picture on the left: hubby's long cock, with just the head still inside Bonnie's dripping snatch. Her ass was raised off his crotch, and her anus sat perched at the top of the frame, grotesquely distended, purpled all around the top edges. A thick, dark turd was thrusting a few inches out of her asshole, long enough and heavy enough to have just begun to bend. Hubby had held the camera a little to the side and little below the level of his own hip as he had sat in that chair, so the view of the cock head in her cunt, along with the shit ponderously slithering from her anus, was perfect; and through the space between her thighs, just to the right of his cock as it stood shining like the human spear that it was, she could just make out the glow of the computer screen. Nothing but a blurred whitish gleam, but it had Mandy going nonetheless. That was her name up there somewhere on that screen. Mandyho4u, making Bonnie horny—the silent, invisible third in that threesome.
And Girls doing horses then she looked at the picture on the right, and she came. It was Bonnie, her mouth halfway down hubby's cock, which was completely covered in shit. Her cheeks and temples and forehead—even her eyelids and ears—every part of the skin on her head that Mandy could see was covered in nearly black shit. Bonnie's hands held clumps of it, and it was slathered wildly all over the parts of hubby's lower body that she could see. Bonnie's half-closed eyes were rolled back, she was obviously getting off in a deep, primal way as she sucked her own shit from her husband's cock. Mandy began to imagine sucking a filthy dick: shitting on it, letting it fuck her ass, then jumping off and slurping every nasty bit of it right down her throat.
Oh Horse fucking pics fuck, she thought, as she shook so hard through her orgasm that her feet rattled the mouse right off the table. Oh, FUCK, I gotta get Bonnie to let me suck his big shitty cock! * * * Mandy chose her favorite sexy top, the Grenadine sunset halter that had about a million patchy colors, figuring it would hide her nipples if they poked against it, just like it had done for her in the past. Roxanne would know she was braless, of course, because it was a halter; now that they were lovers, just both of them knowing she was getting sexy would be a huge turn-on. Mandy had worn it a lot around Roxanne before, but of course it was only Roxanne then who'd been wet about it. But no more.
For Donkey fuck the skirt, Mandy simply found the micro mini she'd always been too terrified to wear out of her bedroom. It was denim and lycra, so soft and so fucking short! As she shimmied it over her hips, she remembered with a jolt that it had been Roxanne in the dressing room with her that day when she bought it. And since she had stupidly not worn her thong for shopping, Roxanne had suggested she try it on without any panties at all—for a "realistic appraisal", she'd said. Cha', right! She just wanted to see my bare pussy, Mandy mused.
As she drove out to the edge of the suburbs to the new upscale mall where Roxanne worked, to the huge sporting goods superstore where Roxanne was in charge of the soccer department, Mandy concentrated on trying to pin down moments in the last few years when Roxanne would have seen her in the nude, lusting after her, when Mandy naively thought they were just normal friends with a normal vibe between them. Despite their kissing and touching in middle school, Mandy had so stupidly thought that Roxanne had grown out of it, since she herself had moved on to sucking and fucking boys. But now it was obvious that Mandy had not been paying attention. And, not surprisingly, Mandy began to realize that Roxanne had probably seen her naked or just in her panties and bra at least once every week since they were in the second or third grade!
Getting Horse bestiality out of her Mazda, Mandy was careful to pull down her teeny skirt and hike up her halter a little so it bloused out. She was not busty—only a B-cup—but her nipples were rather long when she got aroused, and she was definitely in quite a state just then. The air conditioner blew like a North Sea gale in her little coupe, and she knew it was probably fairly obvious to anybody who might be looking that she was deep into a moment of semi-private personal pleasure. Of course, no one was probably looking at her tits, anyway, since her skirt was barely over her ass. The problem for Mandy, as she walked across the parking lot to the store entrance, was that she feared her cunt could be seen from the front if she stood still with her legs even slightly apart. She'd have to keep pulling the skirt down the whole time, just to be sure, but that would draw attention in and of itself.After that night with my mother, things got complicated, in a good sort of a way. Mom was like me. If it was a good thing, more was better. I had a hard time keeping up with my two stud brothers and my now sexually voracious mother. I had to think of something.
Moreover, Petlovers forum my activities with mom had brought she and I much closer together. She was still Mom, of course. But as lovers, she opened up more to me. More about her past, and so in a way it was Mom who gave me the idea. One night, while the boys were away at a friend’s, Mom and I had spent the evening naked and making hot sex. We were stretched in Mom’s oversized bed, talking about my father. The one who’d walked out on us when I was two and the twins were babies.
“He Sex animal was a good guy,” Mom said, holding me round the shoulders while my head rested on her ample breast. My hand was making slow circles on her tummy, and one of her hands was caressing my naked ass. We’d just finished sixty-nining each other to a sensual simultaneous orgasm, and then licked each other’s face and lips clean tasting our own cum on the other’s exhausted but satisfied faces.
“He was a good guy,” Mom said softly again. “But he just wasn’t ready to be a father. He loved his babies. I really believe that. But he just couldn’t face the idea of fatherhood, I guess.” She leaned over and kissed the top of my head thoughtfully. My hand cupped her still moist mound, and my fingers idly played with her large labia lips.
Mom Donkey sex shifted her ass a bit, and her hand tightened on my ass cheeks. “Mom,” I asked, eyes closed in the sensuous pleasure of her nude body next to mine, her hands gently fondling and caressing me. “How was he in bed? Daddy, I mean. OUCH!” She had smacked my naked bottom hard, then laughed. “What a question, Marian!” she said, still laughing. Then her eyes got distant again. “He was great, baby. God, his cock was a thing of beauty. And he knew, I mean he really knew how to eat out a woman. And his hands. Strong hands, and confident. And absolutely sensuous about everything.” She smiled. “Once he made love to my feet. Just to my feet, while I masturbated. He came all over my feet, then licked them clean, then licked me until I couldn’t cum any more.”
I Forced animal sex stories giggled, but I could make the image. I rubbed my thighs together at the thought of Johnny or Jamie’s cock fucking the soles of my feet until exploding cum all over me, then licking me to my crisis, as the other watched stroking and waiting his turn with me. I smiled, thinking back to the day I’d caught my twin brothers jacking off in the den down stairs. And how we had spent the summer fucking and loving each other. Then just a few weeks ago, Mom and I had become intimate as well.
“And he was playful, too,” Mom went on, unaware of my thoughts. “Oh how he did love his games.” “Games?” I asked curiously. Mom laughed softly. “Oh yes. Maid and Master was one of his favorites. Or little bondage games, he liked those too.” “Bondage,” I asked, noticing Mom’s pussy lips swelled a bit under my fingers as she thought of this. I kept caressing them softly as she spoke. “Like whips and chains and stuff?”
“Oh Horse bestiality no, nothing as serious as that,” Mom giggled, but her pussy twitched under my hand, her nub of a clit stiffening slightly. “Some restraints, maybe. Oh and he loved to blindfold me.” Mom’s hand tightened on my ass. “He never hurt me, Marian. He was always gentle and loving. But being tied to the bed frame, and blindfolded,” Mom shivered. “A feather may tickle my nipple. Then nothing. Or he might suck my toes for a bit. Then put an ice cube on my tummy. What ever it was, I just didn’t know where it was coming from, or what it would be. Until at last, I was begging him to mount me.” Mom blushed, and I giggled.
“Wow,” I said, letting a finger slip into Mom’s now wet pussy, and moving it slowly in and out. “Sounds like you two were quite a pair.” Mom’s pussy clenched on my finger, and I rotated it upward, and found that spongy area in the soft roof of her vagina and stroked it. Mom gave a little gasp. “Marian,” she said, her voice becoming husky with desire now. “That feels so good, baby.”