When I reached the clearing, to my surprise the herd was actually there. They made soft friendly noises as I crept closer. I must have looked quite shocking; naked, tanned by the sun, my hair and beard stringy from salt. But I guess to a sheep, a naked wild man looks no different from a clothed clean-cut one, and the herd didnt seem to mind. And then there was the ewe.

Slipping out the screen door in the pre-dawn hour, Ethan stopped to smell the fresh cut hay wafting in the morning air. The soft croak of frogs and the hum of crickets greeted him as he made his way towards the barn. His bare feet barely creating a ripple amongst the long soft grass. Stopping just outside the rough hewn oak door, he lifted the bar quietly checking over his shoulder one last time.

This is a true story that really happened to me. Here is the very first time I was ever with a dog. I was less than a month away from being years old and I just started back to school that fall. Both my parents worked and Im an only child so when I got home I had the house to myself for about hours till my parents got home from work. I was always horny and I had lost my virginity about months before.

First Time K or Was It? I had just come home from another deployment to Iraq. So, we had the obligatory welcome home party. This time the party was hosted by my best friend Joe. Joe throws great parties and before I knew it Rachael and I were very, very drunk. Rachael gets very naughty when she drinks and she was ready to go home and get fucked. We stumbled the few blocks to our house and she started stripping cloths off as soon

Paul had decided to see what his sister was doing. He didnt often visit her while she went for a ride on her horse, but today was a bit dull at home so off he went. The stables where Tammi had her horse were about a mile from home. It was acres just on the edge of the suburbs so the girls had plenty of places to ride around. There were ten horses there all owned by young girls between fifteen and eighteen.

I was over at my friends house one day and we were out in the backyard, talking and throwing the ball, for his dog to chase. When the phone rang and he went inside to get it, I had no idea whatsoever, what was about to happen. I threw the ball and it went back behind the garage and his Shepard went after it but he didnt come back. I waited and waited and finally went to see what happened and when I went back there, he was just standing there and the ball was under

First Time K or Was It Part It was a few days before Rachael and I would have sex again. My mind was ripe with questions. I would often talk dirty to Rachael and tell her dirty stories, fantasies, or past sexual experiences. She liked my stories as long as she was in the right mood. I decided to tell her a story about the first time I had ever been exposed to K sex. We got into bed and I snuggled up to her, letting her feel my hard cock against her ass.

The story of Morgan and Ceasar in New York City. Dont continue reading this or the following chapters if stories of beastiality bother you. Chapter Morgan sat sipping her mocha frappacchino outside the coffee shop in Greenwich Village and occasionally glancing at the magazine in front of her. It was her second day in New York City and she was very much enjoying the city on this bright May morning. She was just a few days away from celebrating her st birthday and this trip was her birthday present to herself.

The Rodgers were sleeping soundly, when Bailey, heard a noise outside she tried to wake her husband Nathan, it was no good he was always a sound sleeper, she took a flashlight for it was still dark just before dawn. Bailey walked out by the trash, she seen the cans were turned over , still wearing her mid lenght gown she picked up the trash, she figured it was some dogs, as she bent over she felt the cool air on her bare ass for she was naked underneath. Just then she was pushed over by something and she felt something cold on her ass, she tried to crawl away, she

I met Bob on a Greyhound bus when I used to go visit my family in Springfield several years ago. I was newly divorced and didnt have a car, so Greyhound was a standard procedure for me to escape the hustle and bustle of the city on weekends. He was about years old. I was years old. My ex-husband had picked up the kids so I had until Sunday evening to go out and "play". It was summertime so I was dressed scantily, a tight cotton t-shirt and short shorts.