There is no specific place where this crazy fetish takes place. However, there are many places in the world where it does occur, places such as Copenhagen, Denmark, where horse shagging in the most popular animal pastime. Other European places of interest include Spain, Barcelona where bull fighting is such a massive sport. Over the other side of the Atlantic the North and South Americans are keeping their end up aswell. Places in the North that have high bestiality rates include Texas in the USA. The same place as the famous 1973 horror movie, The Texas Chainsaw Massacre was made. In the South its the Brazilians that are leading the way. Rio de Janeiro, is a prime place where this wild and sexual fetish gets abused the most. Basically we would say that all the coutries in the world have areas and underground worlds where people have sex with animals. But the US is more than likely the biggest culprit.
You swine. You vulgar little maggot. You worthless bag of filth. As we say in Texas, you couldn't pour water out of a boot with instructions printed on the heel. You are a canker, an open wound. I would rather kiss a lawyer than be seen with you. You took your last vacation in the Islets of Langerhans.
You're a putrescent mass, a walking vomit. You are a spineless little worm deserving nothing but the profoundest contempt. You are a jerk, a cad, a weasel. Your life is a monument to stupidity. You are a stench, a revulsion, a big suck on a sour lemon.
You are a bleating foal, a curdled staggering mutant dwarf smeared richly with the effluvia and offal accompanying your alleged birth into a hostile world. You are an insensate, blinking calf, meaningful to nobody, abandoned by the puke-drooling, giggling beasts who sired you and then died of shame in recognition of what they had done. They were a bit late.
I will never get over the embarrassment of belonging to the same species as you. You are a monster, an ogre, a malformity. I barf at the very thought of you. You have all the appeal of a paper cut. Lepers avoid you. You are vile, worthless, less than nothing. You are a weed, a fungus, the dregs of this earth. And did I mention that you smell?
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You snail-skulled little rabbit. Would that a hawk pick you up, drive its beak into your brain, and upon finding it rancid set you loose to fly briefly before spattering the ocean rocks with the frothy pink shame of your ignoble blood. May you choke on the queasy, convulsing nausea of your own trite, foolish beliefs.
Why do people have sexual relations with animals ?
Many believe that sex with animals became extremely popular with the Hill Billy families who live right out in the middle of nowhere. They may of became bored with the fact that there was no one around that they could have sexual intercourse with. And out of the sheer boredom they began to sexually experiment with the animals that they had on their land. The first animal to engage in animal sex was thought to have been the family pet, the dog. No one can be entirely sure of this, but because the dog was closest to the owners on a regular basis, the chance of it being the first one to encounter sex with a human is extremely high. Other creatures that have been sexually aroused by such Hill Billies are the pig, horse, cat, mule and the snakes that can be found in the undergrowth. Although it is widely believed that animal sex has been going on for as long as there has been animals and humans on the planet together. The hill billy stories were the first and most interesting to has come out in the open.
What animal is it that people want to have sex with the most?
Although more or less every animal, no doubt has been banged by human at some stage. We have a survey result where we can actually give you the facts.
The question asked was... "If either you or your partner has had sex with animals .. before, with which of these kinds of animals have you or your partner engaged enganged in sex with?
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Please be aware that penetration of a snake, penile or digital, will cause internal injury and harm to the delicate internal structures of the cloaca. Also, the immediate reptilian reaction to cloacal dilation and stimulation (sometimes done by veterinarians in the case of constipation) is to evacuate its bowels, which are full of gram-negative bacteria.
Insertion of a reptile head into the vagina or anus will cause serious injury to the animal, as their skulls are comparatively fragile, and your muscular spasms will probably crush them. Though snakes can endure oxygn deprivation for much longer than mammals can, it is not recommended.
Insertion of a reptile tail is not a problem for the reptile, but may be a problem for you. In many species, the scale structure is such that rubbing against the grain will erect the rough or cutting edges of the individual scales.
One species comes notably to mind as being suited for use as a sexual "partner". Helodermus suspectum (the Gila Monster) has a thick tail that is ridged and bumpy, and unlike most lizards, its tail is sufficiently strong and muscular to support the weight of the animal. Individuals of this genus are notably docile and can be handled with ease once tamed. However, if a miscalculation is made and you stimulate the reptile to bite, this could obviously be a problem. Unfortunately for bestiality practicioners, no other lizard has a tail suitable for extensive handling. I am not, incidentally, kidding; I own a beautiful captive-bred pink phase Gila that is very docile and who would be an ideal partner for someone interested in such things.
To anticipate the queries, no; I do not use this animal personally in that manner, and you may NOT borrow this valuable specimen. When I breed him, it will be to a female of his subspecies. Unless you can guarantee to lay viable h. suspectum eggs, you cannot mate with my lizard. Sorry. Note - if you think you *can* lay viable eggs, please do contact me - he needs a mate!:>
Boas are a generally docile (and more commonly kept) species, and their scales are not cross-grained. Tail insertion (the snake's tail into your orifice) is possible if the animal is a female and does not have the sharp ventral spurs that characterize a mature male.
Almost all snake species are suitable for petting and friction; i.e, allowing to crawl around the body. Lizard's tails, with the exception of helodermus suspectum, are not suitable for sexual stimulation; but they also may be allowed to crawl on the body.
Handling your reptile in a (responsibly) sexual manner is not abuse, as the reptile does not know or care whether it is crawling across your arm or your genitals. However, please be aware that many sexual acts depicted or written about involving reptiles IS abuse of the animal, and may injure it severely. I'm not being judgemental here; this is hard veterinary fact. Specifically, the prohibited acts are:
Penetrating the reptile's cloaca Inserting a reptile's head into your anus or vagina Restraining the animal and stressing it (making it squirm frantically) for extended periods of time or frequently (weekly or more often). Insertion of a lizard's tail (except h. suspectum) in your anus/vagina
Though experienced herpetoculturists and veterinarians can probe-sex a specimen by inserting a tiny metal probe into its cloaca, this is a stressful experience for the reptile, and VERY DANGEROUS for the amateur to perform. The veterinarian I work with has seen numerous cases of injury, bowel ulceration and death on snakes that have been improperly probed by amateurs. In addition, a snake's cloaca is not safe for you to insert yourself into, as it is typically full of gram-negative and sometimes gram-positive bacteria in quantities that do not necessarily harm the reptile, but that can make a human very ill. The additiion of cloacal spurs and sharp-edged scales in some species makes this very inadvisable indeed, if not downright self-punishing.
Sexual acts that will NOT injure a reptile:
Friction of the reptile against your body Insertion of a docile, non-stressed snake's tail in your vagina or anus.
Tail insertion warnings: many species have sharp scales, making them unsuitable for such uses. Do not under any circumstances insert a snake's tail in your anus or vagina beyond the cloacal opening, for two reasons. One: Your muscular spasms may injure the reptile's internal organs, beyond that point. Two: A snake's defecate contains trace quantities of potentially harmful bacteria, most notably salmonella. Zoonoses (the transmission of disease from animal to human) is rare with reptiles, but when it does happen, fecal contamination is usually the cause. Even healthy specimens may have trace quantities of such bacterium present in their intestines. Almost any snake's response to being stimulated in the cloacal area is to defecate; so be aware of this. Condom use is a possibility to avoid fecal contamination.
I understand that this level of Gayology does not lend itself to an easy extrapolation. The Dark "Gaylord" in this case is an obvious refrence to CmdrTaco and his dark boyfriend Jon Katz.
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A dispatch from Memphis mentions that, of two negroes lately sentenced to death for murder in that vicinity, one named Woods has just confessed to having ravished a young lady during the war, for which deed another negro was hung at the time by an avenging mob, the evidence that doomed the guiltless wretch being a hat which Woods now relates that he stole from its owner and left behind, for the purpose of misleading. Ah, well! Too bad, to be sure! A little blunder in the administration of justice by Southern mob-law; but nothing to speak of. Only "a nigger" killed by mistake -- that is all. Of course, every high toned gentleman whose chivalric impulses were so unfortunately misled in this affair, by the cunning of the miscreant Woods, is as sorry about it as a high toned gentleman can be expected to be sorry about the unlucky fate of "a nigger." But mistakes will happen, even in the conduct of the best regulated and most high toned mobs, and surely there is no good reason why Southern gentlemen should worry themselves with useless regrets, so long as only an innocent "nigger" is hanged, or roasted or knouted to death, now and then. What if the blunder of lynching the wrong man does happen once in four or five cases! Is that any fair argument against the cultivation and indulgence of those fine chivalric passions and that noble Southern spirit which will not brook the slow and cold formalities of regular law, when outraged white womanhood appeals for vengeance? Perish the thought so unworthy of a Southern soul! Leave it to the sentimentalism and humanitarianism of a cold-blooded Yankee civilization! What are the lives of a few "niggers" in comparison with the preservation of the impetuous instincts of a proud and fiery race? Keep ready the halter, therefore, oh chivalry of Memphis! Keep the lash knotted; keep the brand and the faggots in waiting, for prompt work with the next "nigger" who may be suspected of any damnable crime! Wreak a swift vengeance upon him, for the satisfaction of the noble impulses that animate knightly hearts, and then leave time and accident to discover, if they will, whether he was guilty or no.
When I was younger, I used to visit my uncle, who had a farm. I remember once when I was about sixteen I was spending a few weeks in the summer there.
My uncle had a man there named Aboab, who worked around the place and generally helped out. One day I was walking out by the stables and saw Aboab watching the horses. One of the horses, a beautiful dark brown stallion, kept biting another hors on the back of the neck. "Aboab," I said, "What is he doing?"
Aboab looked shy for a moment, and, blushing, said "Dat's how horses court, missey."
This intrigued my curiosity. Looking closer, I could see the stallion's member hanging down almost to the ground. I was astonished at the size of it. Soon the other horse presented herself, and the great, brown stallion mounted her. My cheeks were hot with embarrasment, but I couldn't take my eyes off it. I became aware of Aboab standing close to me, watching the huge beasts. "Missey, you ever seen people do it?"
"No," I mumbled, "of course not."
"Yo uncle does it every moanin wit de girl dat milks de cows. Would you like to see it?"
This intrigued and excited me. Before I knew it, I found that I had agreed to meet Aboab in the barn early the next morning to witness this with my own eyes.
The next day I awoke just as the sun was coming up. I was soon out of bed and dressed, and headed for the barn. I didn't like what I was doing, and felt ashamed of myself, but I couldn't help myself.
Aboab met me at the barn and took me into the hay loft. He placed us on the hay where we could look down onto the main floor, and spread some hay over us to hide us.
Soon Inga came in to milk the cows. SHortly after she arrived my uncle walked in and said, "Inga, my dear! There you are! I've something here that has been waiting all night for you!" With that, he pulled down his pants. I was immediatly reminded of the stallion I had seen in action the day before, so large was his tool. Inga knelt before him and began stroking and kissing his manhood, cooing over it. She placed it in her mouth and began to suck on it.
As I watched her working on my uncle's member, I became aware that Aboab had moved, and was now laying on top of me. I could feel his bulge pressing against the crack of my behind. He began working his tool against my skirt. I couldn't tell him to stop, because I didn't want my uncle to discover us spying on him. Besides, the spectacle below us was making me more and more excited.
Inga suddenly jumped up and said, "Sir, if I do not have you in me this minute, I shall scream!" My uncle then laid her down on a table and pulled up her skirts. I got an excellent view of her mature cunny, much hairier than my own. Then my uncle buried his cock inside of her, and began to pump it in and out of her. From the angle I was at I had an excellent view of my uncle's huge prick plunging deep into her.
The sight of my uncle screwing Inga excited Aboab immensly. He soon pulled my skirt up over my behind, and before I knew it his tool plunged deep into my cunny. This was not the first time I had felt a man inside of me, but my splendid view of my uncle and Inga made it very special. Aboab started groaning softly as he humped me from behind, matching his strokes to those of my uncle. It was all I could do to keep from crying out as I felt his cock moving inside of me. My mind was filled with the sight of my uncle's huge prick at work, and I couldn't help but think of how that massive tool would feel. I imagined that monstrous member prodding me as Aboab worked at my pussy, and it was all I could do to keep from crying out.
Soon I felt Aboab pulsing inside of me, and he stiffened and pressed his body against mine, plunging his tool deep into me. But my uncle was still working on Inga, and I heard her whimpering and saw her thrashing as she came and came. My uncle seemed tireless. Still he pounded away at her. Aboab had collapsed on top of me, and was kissing my neck and whispering in my ear. But all I could see was that Inga was still being fucked, still coming.
Then, finally, my uncle stiffened against her and sighed out loud. He pulled away from her, and I saw his thick white cream oozing from her notch, even as I felt Aboab's running from my own.
His organ was shriveled now, a pale ghost of its former self, and yet still bigger than Aboab's at its hardest. I gazed longingly at it, and knew that I would not be happy until I had felt it within me.
Aboab and I remained in hiding until my uncle and Inga had departed. As we waited Aboab fondled my tits and my cunny, admiring my tightness. By the time they were both gone, Aboab was ready for action again. This time I took him laying on my back, feeling the hard thrust of his cock within me. Having just spent himself in me, he lasted much longer this time, and his juices lubricated me so that we slid in and out of me in a most agreeable fashion. But it was still the thought of that massive organ that made me come. I imagined it stretching my cunny, filling me with its juice, as Aboab forced himself deep inside of me.
Aboab and I lay for awhile in the hay, touching and stroking one another, as I tried to imagine how I could possibly get that massive tool.
My uncle had a section of apple trees on his farm. He had a sort of a field hand named Nadav who was mainly responsible for taking care of the apple trees. Nadav had always intrigued me, because I had often seen him in profile, and he seemed quite well equipped in the nether regions.
One day I went out to the apple orchard and told Nadav that I wished to pick a few apples if I could find any which were ripe. He picked up a ladder and took me out into the orchard, and set the ladder against a tree for me. I climbed up the ladder, basket in hand, leaving Nadav to steady the ladder for me. I had taken care to leave off my undergarments that day, and I made sure to lean out from the ladder, holding my legs open so that Nadav could see up my skirts. I could tell that I had his full attention whenever I reached for a distant apple, as I made sure to do quite often.
After teasing him thus for a bit, I decided that it was time to be a bit more direct. I dropped my basket of apples to him, and told him that I was coming down. As I got near the ground, I contrived to slip on the ladder, and landed on him with my legs over his shoulders and his head under my skirts. I felt him give my cunny a quick kiss before he lowered me to the ground, looking quite embarrased.
"Nadav," I said, "I'm feeling quite faint. Would you help me to the gardening shed?"
He eagerly agreed, and took me to the shed nearby, there laying me down on a rude cot that was inside. I felt him stroking my legs as I pretended to be faint with exhaustion. "Are you all right, ma'am?" he asked.
"Oh, yes," I replied, "I just need to catch my breath." His hands continued to stroke my legs, and slowly edged there way upwards. "What are you doing, Nadav? You must stop this instant, or I shall be forced to tell my uncle!"
"Oh, but ma'am," he replied, "I can't help it! You're so lovely, and your skin is so smooth and soft!"
"I really must insist," I said, "you really must stop. This isn't at all proper."
"Oh, but ma'am, I can't help myself!" His hands worked slowly upwards, and began to softly stroke the hair on my cunny.
"But you must! This isn't right. If my uncle found out, we'd both be in trouble. You must stop right away. Oh, yes, that's the spot," I said, as he found my love button.
He continued to stroke my mound for awhile, then he said, "Oh, ma'am, I can't help it!" With that, he shoved his head under my skirt and began licking and kissing my cunny.
"Well," I said, "if you must, you must." I reached down and unbuckled his pants, which fell to the floor to reveal his throbbing manhood. In a flash, he was on top of me, kissing my throat and squeezing my tits. I felt his throbbing tool rubbing against my portal, and soon managed to place the tip of his prong against my love canal. He wasted no time in shoving himself deep into me.
His large cock felt wonderful sliding in and out of me. He humped me furiously for a few minutes, but all too soon I felt him stiffen against me, shoving his cock as far into me as he could. And then I felt his juices pulse into me, and knew it was over, all too soon. His equipment was the size of my uncle's, but his endurance was sadly lacking.
As he crooned over me and whispered into my ear, I sadly realized that I would not be satisfied until I had felt the full strength and power of my uncle's tool.
I also realized, laying there on the cot with Nadav on top of me, that if I was going to find my pleasure among the help, then I'd be much better off staying with Aboab.
While I was at my uncle's I noticed that one of the serving girls, Maryann, would disappear shortly after dinner almost every night. My uncle would then declare that he was going for a walk to smoke a cigar (my aunt disapproved of his cigars, and would not let him smoke them in the house).
One night I was determined to find out exactly what happened on these walks. Shortly after my uncle left on his evening constitutional, I arose from the table, stating that I was full and did not desire any dessert, and quietly left the house through the back door. I soon spotted the glow of my uncle's cigar in the back garden.
I slipped quietly into the garden and hid behind a large boxbush. Soon I saw Maryann join my uncle in the center of the garden.
"There you are, my sweet!" my uncle whispered hoarsely. "I've been waiting for you. I've been looking forward to this for quite awhile, now!"
"I'm sure you have, sir", she replied. "And did you see me blush when you squeezed my buns during dinner?"
"Yes, I did", he answered. "But don't worry. I don't think Nora noticed."
"Well now you can squeeze them to your heart's content!" With that, he put his arms around her and pressed her tightly to him, kissing her soundly. I could see quite clearly in the pale moonlight, and felt my body shiver in anticipation as I saw my uncle pull up her skirt and squeeze her firm bottom. Maryann was no laggard, either, and soon had worked his pants open so that she could take his massive tool in her hands. I watched with envy as she pulled it and stroked it. "Oh, sir!" she cried, "I cannot stand it! I must have it!" She dropped to her knees and took the end of his giant member into her mouth. So large was it that she could do no more than suck the head of it, which she did with wild abandon.
"Oh, my darling Maryann", he cried, "if you do that much more, you will drown in my cum! I must have you right now!"
She reluctantly drew her head away from his manhood and lay back on the grass, pulling him on top of her. Soon he was pounding his tool into her with great energy, causing her to moan with joy. I could not help myself.
Soon I was frantically frigging myself with my finger. The wan moonlight was not enough to let me see the detail that I longed to feel deep inside myself, but my imagination was more than equal to the task.
Maryann began to thrash and cry out, until I was certain that my aunt Nora must certainly step outside to see what was happening. This added to my sense of excitement, until it was all I could do to keep from crying out myself and betraying my presence to my uncle.
I was entranced by the sight of my uncle's buttocks rising and falling, glowing whitely in the dim light, a second moon reflecting the one in the sky, but bouncing, thrusting, plunging into the lovely serving girl's cunny. My own cunny throbbed and pulsed in sympathy. My hand was drenched in my own juices, even though I knew that my finger was but a pale shadow of my uncle's manhood.
Finally, after a seeming eternity of hot sweaty flesh slapping together in ecstasy, I saw my uncle stiffen, plunging himself deep into Maryann's pussy, and heard him grunt with pleasure. I knew that he had shot his load deep into her, and wondered how it would feel to be filled by such a tool as his. I quickly and quietly faded back into the bushes, so as not to be caught.
Maryann's room had a connecting door with the one I slept in. That night I went to the door and asked Maryann if she would mind talking with me a bit. She readily agreed, and we were soon curled up on her bed chatting away.
As talk among girls will do, we were soon discussing men. She told me a great deal about the various men she had been with at one time or another. I wistfully stated that I hadn't even been so close as to see a cunny that had had a man. She replied that it looked no different than any other cunny, so I challenged her to prove it. Before she quite knew what was happening, I had my head under her nightgown and was examining her pussy. "Well," I said, "it certainly has a lot more hair than mine."
"Oh, pooh!", she exclaimed, "that just comes with time. Your's will have as much hair as mine, soon enough."
"I think it might smell a bit different, as well", I stated. "I wonder how it would taste?" With that, I reached out with my tongue and gently licked her.
"You shouldn't do that", she stated, but she didn't draw away. In fact, her legs moved further apart, as if to give me more room.
Soon I was laid out on my stomach, my head in her lap, giving all my attention to her luscious hairy womanhood. It had a strong musky taste, and seemed to respond warmly to my ministrations. Soon Maryann was moving her hips and cooing with pleasure. I continued to lick her private parts, savoring the strong, spicy taste, until suddenly she arched her back and I felt a warm gush of liquid which I eagerly lapped up.
"That was heavenly", she murmured, stroking my hair. "Tell me, precious, what can I possibly do for you in return?"
"Well", I replied, "there is one small thing you could do. .."
The next evening as we were finishing dinner, my uncle arose for his evening walk in the garden. As soon as he was gone, I got up, stating that I was quite full and did not care for dessert. I slipped out the side door and worked my way around to the garden. The moon had not risen yet, and it was quite dark.
I felt my way along the paths, and soon found the open area in the center of the garden. I saw a red glow from the end of my uncle's cigar, and sidled up to him warmly. He put his arms around me and hugged me close to him, telling me softly of all the things he was planning to do to me.
"Why, Maryann", he whispered, "you're awfully quiet tonight. Are you sure you want to be here?"
I murmured quietly in his ear, and pressed my body against him, rubbing my crotch against the bulge in his pants. He appeared satisfied with that as an answer, and soon I felt his rough hands under my skirt, stroking the cheeks of my ass. As Maryann had advised me, I was not wearing any underwear, and soon his hands had found my tender cunny. He seemed confused for a moment at the sparse hair on my mound, so I decided to divert his attention. Holding my arms firmly around his waist, I leaned back and drew him on top of me on the ground.
I kissed him fervently, and soon whatever thoughts he had disappeared as he rubbed himself against me. My hands frantically unzipped his trousers, and soon I could feel his gigantic tool brushing against me. I shivered at the thought of what was to come. My juices sprang forth in anticipation, and soon I felt the head of his huge rod pressing against my portal. He grunted with effort as he pressed himself into me, filling me until I thought I would burst. "Oh", he murmured, "oh, oh, Maryann, whatever you've been doing, I swear you're tighter than ever!"
Then he began to move his hips, and my world was full with the feeling of his giant root sliding in and out of me. It was all that I had imagined, and more. He quickened his pace, and my cunny exploded with fire and ice as I felt his member thrusting into me. I felt as if I was a melon that was about to burst. I felt as if he was going to split me in two. Such was the power of his massive rod shoving into me.
It seemed to go on forever. I can feel to this day the glorious feeling of his marvelous tool stretching my soft tissues and penetrating deeper into me than any other man has ever done. My entire world consisted of nothing but a giant cock thrusting against yeilding flesh.
Finally, when it seemed that I could endure no more, I felt his wonderful prick plunge deeper into me than ever before, as if he was forcing it into me with all the power at his command. Then I felt a marvelous sensation, exploding my cunt into shards of ecstasy, as his giant tool began to pulse and throb, shooting hot jets of his cum deep into me. On and on it went, filling every crevice of my body with his sperm. I wrapped my legs around him and pulled him to me, glorying in the feeling of his hot cum filling me.
I felt as if I was adrift in a sea of cum. Slowly he climbed off of me. Regretfully I followed, climbing unsteadily to my feet. I kissed him soundly, and watched as he drifted off back to the house. After a bit, I followed and retired to my room, glorying in the warm feeling radiating from my cunny, and the gentle tickle as his hot sperm overflowed my pussy and trickled down my legs.
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You ought not ask what we can do for you, but ask what you can do for my black ass. You neanderthall week minded muslim loving herd nerding european fag loving folks? If you whit liberal sexist butt fucking white boys could learn to get of the trailer park and into some white ass then you can see that....... Amen brother we have prevailed.... yeah we got it all.... you gave it to us you moronic white asses of a cum twat beer drinking fag loving white peach dick ass.
Youm need to see that I the good reverend can not be held accountable for the trash talking bible to my use wielding instrument. That that book is mine and i change it daily to suit my needs. So take your charlie daniels ass back to hickville you bunch of crud sucking no color looking no beauty ever fools. Amen I say it so well.....
You all are probably mild mannered funn loving donkey chasing bull dick licken Steelers fans too. Oh you should never say so much as me hanging from a tree as your women can see my dick hanging in her ass. Remember me when you eat the snatch tonight and remember that i was there........
Good day you white no dick pecker lickers.....
This has been the revrend and I have spoken............
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You'm all ought to know, us black folk ain'ta niggers, you need to see that as the representitive of the afro-american community, and a well established fund raising afro-american cause. Actually that is well hung dick to you'm white folk. I am the man.....yes er ree brother talkin.....
You needs to see the winds of change. cuz i am the legend whom makes martin luther king and Malcom x taddpoles in the stream of urine. Hallylooya -amen brother....
Libert-y was not founded on the back of oppression. it was founded on the back of many southern white bitches as we screwed there lilly white ass to death. This Snake in my trouser-s is bigger if not more poundage than your average white needle dick. Amen to that white boy...
You ought not ask what we can do for you, but ask what you can do for my black ass. You neanderthall week minded muslim loving herd nerding european fag loving folks? If you whit liberal sexist butt fucking white boys could learn to get of the trailer park and into some white ass then you can see that....... Amen brother we have prevailed.... yeah we got it all.... you gave it to us you moronic white asses of a cum twat beer drinking fag loving white peach dick ass.
Youm need to see that I the good reverend can not be held accountable for the trash talking bible to my use wielding instrument. That that book is mine and i change it daily to suit my needs. So take your charlie daniels ass back to hickville you bunch of crud sucking no color looking no beauty ever fools. Amen I say it so well.....
You all are probably mild mannered funn loving donkey chasing bull dick licken Steelers fans too. Oh you should never say so much as me hanging from a tree as your women can see my dick hanging in her ass. Remember me when you eat the snatch tonight and remember that i was there........
Good day you white no dick pecker lickers.....
This has been the revrend and I have spoken............
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Which countries do animals get screwed in most?
There is no specific place where this crazy fetish takes place. However, there are many
places in the world where it does occur, places such as Copenhagen, Denmark, where
horse shagging in the most popular animal pastime. Other European places of interest
include Spain, Barcelona where bull fighting is such a massive sport. Over the other side
of the Atlantic the North and South Americans are keeping their end up aswell. Places in
the North that have high bestiality rates include Texas in the USA. The same place as
the famous 1973 horror movie, The Texas Chainsaw Massacre was made. In the South
its the Brazilians that are leading the way. Rio de Janeiro, is a prime place where this wild
and sexual fetish gets abused the most. Basically we would say that all the coutries in the
world have areas and underground worlds where people have sex with animals. But the US
is more than likely the biggest culprit.
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Why do people have sexual relations with animals ?
Many believe that sex with animals became extremely popular with the Hill Billy
families who live right out in the middle of nowhere. They may of became bored with
the fact that there was no one around that they could have sexual intercourse with.
And out of the sheer boredom they began to sexually experiment with the animals that
they had on their land. The first animal to engage in animal sex was thought to have
been the family pet, the dog. No one can be entirely sure of this, but because the dog
was closest to the owners on a regular basis, the chance of it being the first one to
encounter sex with a human is extremely high. Other creatures that have been sexually
aroused by such Hill Billies are the pig, horse, cat, mule and the snakes that can be found
in the undergrowth. Although it is widely believed that animal sex has been going
on for as long as there has been animals and humans on the planet together. The hill
billy stories were the first and most interesting to has come out in the open.
What animal is it that people want to have sex with the most?
... Horses 14% ... Donkeys 11% ... Sheep 8% ... Snake 8% ... Goat 7%
... Cat 6% ... Eels 4% ... Dolphin 4% ... Geese 4% ... Pigs 3% ... Chickens 3%
... Worms 1% ... Other 1%
Although more or less every animal, no doubt has been banged by human at
some stage. We have a survey result where we can actually give you the facts.
The question asked was... "If either you or your partner has had sex with animals
.. before, with which of these kinds of animals have you or your partner engaged
enganged in sex with?
the results are as follows...........
Dogs 73%
Cow 7%
Monkeys 1%
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Please be aware that penetration of a snake, penile or digital, will
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cause internal injury and harm to the delicate internal structures of the
cloaca. Also, the immediate reptilian reaction to cloacal dilation and
stimulation (sometimes done by veterinarians in the case of constipation)
is to evacuate its bowels, which are full of gram-negative bacteria.
Insertion of a reptile head into the vagina or anus will cause serious
injury to the animal, as their skulls are comparatively fragile, and your
muscular spasms will probably crush them. Though snakes can endure oxygn
deprivation for much longer than mammals can, it is not recommended.
Insertion of a reptile tail is not a problem for the reptile, but may be
a problem for you. In many species, the scale structure is such that
rubbing against the grain will erect the rough or cutting edges of the
individual scales.
One species comes notably to mind as being suited for use as a
sexual "partner". Helodermus suspectum (the Gila Monster) has a thick
tail that is ridged and bumpy, and unlike most lizards, its tail is
sufficiently strong and muscular to support the weight of the animal.
Individuals of this genus are notably docile and can be handled with
ease once tamed. However, if a miscalculation is made and you stimulate
the reptile to bite, this could obviously be a problem. Unfortunately
for bestiality practicioners, no other lizard has a tail suitable for
extensive handling. I am not, incidentally, kidding; I own a beautiful
captive-bred pink phase Gila that is very docile and who would be an
ideal partner for someone interested in such things.
To anticipate the queries, no; I do not use this animal personally in
that manner, and you may NOT borrow this valuable specimen. When I breed
him, it will be to a female of his subspecies. Unless you can guarantee
to lay viable h. suspectum eggs, you cannot mate with my lizard. Sorry.
Note - if you think you *can* lay viable eggs, please do contact me - he
needs a mate!
Boas are a generally docile (and more commonly kept) species, and their
scales are not cross-grained. Tail insertion (the snake's tail into your
orifice) is possible if the animal is a female and does not have the
sharp ventral spurs that characterize a mature male.
Almost all snake species are suitable for petting and friction; i.e,
allowing to crawl around the body. Lizard's tails, with the exception of
helodermus suspectum, are not suitable for sexual stimulation; but they
also may be allowed to crawl on the body.
Handling your reptile in a (responsibly) sexual manner is not abuse, as the
reptile does not know or care whether it is crawling across your arm or
your genitals. However, please be aware that many sexual acts depicted
or written about involving reptiles IS abuse of the animal, and may
injure it severely. I'm not being judgemental here; this is hard
veterinary fact. Specifically, the prohibited acts are:
Penetrating the reptile's cloaca
Inserting a reptile's head into your anus or vagina
Restraining the animal and stressing it (making it squirm frantically)
for extended periods of time or frequently (weekly or more often).
Insertion of a lizard's tail (except h. suspectum) in your anus/vagina
Though experienced herpetoculturists and veterinarians can probe-sex a
specimen by inserting a tiny metal probe into its cloaca, this is a
stressful experience for the reptile, and VERY DANGEROUS for the amateur
to perform. The veterinarian I work with has seen numerous cases of
injury, bowel ulceration and death on snakes that have been improperly
probed by amateurs. In addition, a snake's cloaca is not safe for you to
insert yourself into, as it is typically full of gram-negative and
sometimes gram-positive bacteria in quantities that do not necessarily
harm the reptile, but that can make a human very ill. The additiion of
cloacal spurs and sharp-edged scales in some species makes this very
inadvisable indeed, if not downright self-punishing.
Sexual acts that will NOT injure a reptile:
Friction of the reptile against your body
Insertion of a docile, non-stressed snake's tail in your vagina or anus.
Tail insertion warnings: many species have sharp scales, making them
unsuitable for such uses. Do not under any circumstances insert a
snake's tail in your anus or vagina beyond the cloacal opening, for two
reasons. One: Your muscular spasms may injure the reptile's internal
organs, beyond that point. Two: A snake's defecate contains trace
quantities of potentially harmful bacteria, most notably salmonella.
Zoonoses (the transmission of disease from animal to human) is rare with
reptiles, but when it does happen, fecal contamination is usually the
cause. Even healthy specimens may have trace quantities of such
bacterium present in their intestines. Almost any snake's response to
being stimulated in the cloacal area is to defecate; so be aware of
this. Condom use is a possibility to avoid fecal contamination.
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I come from Texas...
I went pee pee in my depends, tee hee.
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I understand that this level of Gayology does not lend itself to an easy extrapolation. The Dark "Gaylord" in this case is an obvious refrence to CmdrTaco and his dark boyfriend Jon Katz.
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A dispatch from Memphis mentions that, of two negroes lately sentenced to death for murder in that vicinity, one named Woods has just confessed to having ravished a young lady during the war, for which deed another negro was hung at the time by an avenging mob, the evidence that doomed the guiltless wretch being a hat which Woods now relates that he stole from its owner and left behind, for the purpose of misleading. Ah, well! Too bad, to be sure! A little blunder in the administration of justice by Southern mob-law; but nothing to speak of. Only "a nigger" killed by mistake -- that is all. Of course, every high toned gentleman whose chivalric impulses were so unfortunately misled in this affair, by the cunning of the miscreant Woods, is as sorry about it as a high toned gentleman can be expected to be sorry about the unlucky fate of "a nigger." But mistakes will happen, even in the conduct of the best regulated and most high toned mobs, and surely there is no good reason why Southern gentlemen should worry themselves with useless regrets, so long as only an innocent "nigger" is hanged, or roasted or knouted to death, now and then. What if the blunder of lynching the wrong man does happen once in four or five cases! Is that any fair argument against the cultivation and indulgence of those fine chivalric passions and that noble Southern spirit which will not brook the slow and cold formalities of regular law, when outraged white womanhood appeals for vengeance? Perish the thought so unworthy of a Southern soul! Leave it to the sentimentalism and humanitarianism of a cold-blooded Yankee civilization! What are the lives of a few "niggers" in comparison with the preservation of the impetuous instincts of a proud and fiery race? Keep ready the halter, therefore, oh chivalry of Memphis! Keep the lash knotted; keep the brand and the faggots in waiting, for prompt work with the next "nigger" who may be suspected of any damnable crime! Wreak a swift vengeance upon him, for the satisfaction of the noble impulses that animate knightly hearts, and then leave time and accident to discover, if they will, whether he was guilty or no.
When I was younger, I used to visit my uncle, who had a farm. I
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remember once when I was about sixteen I was spending a few weeks in
the summer there.
My uncle had a man there named Aboab, who worked around the place and
generally helped out. One day I was walking out by the stables and
saw Aboab watching the horses. One of the horses, a beautiful dark
brown stallion, kept biting another hors on the back of the neck.
"Aboab," I said, "What is he doing?"
Aboab looked shy for a moment, and, blushing, said "Dat's how horses
court, missey."
This intrigued my curiosity. Looking closer, I could see the
stallion's member hanging down almost to the ground. I was astonished
at the size of it. Soon the other horse presented herself, and the
great, brown stallion mounted her. My cheeks were hot with
embarrasment, but I couldn't take my eyes off it. I became aware of
Aboab standing close to me, watching the huge beasts. "Missey, you
ever seen people do it?"
"No," I mumbled, "of course not."
"Yo uncle does it every moanin wit de girl dat milks de cows. Would
you like to see it?"
This intrigued and excited me. Before I knew it, I found that I had
agreed to meet Aboab in the barn early the next morning to witness
this with my own eyes.
The next day I awoke just as the sun was coming up. I was soon out of
bed and dressed, and headed for the barn. I didn't like what I was
doing, and felt ashamed of myself, but I couldn't help myself.
Aboab met me at the barn and took me into the hay loft. He placed us
on the hay where we could look down onto the main floor, and spread
some hay over us to hide us.
Soon Inga came in to milk the cows. SHortly after she arrived my
uncle walked in and said, "Inga, my dear! There you are! I've
something here that has been waiting all night for you!" With that,
he pulled down his pants. I was immediatly reminded of the stallion I
had seen in action the day before, so large was his tool. Inga knelt
before him and began stroking and kissing his manhood, cooing over it.
She placed it in her mouth and began to suck on it.
As I watched her working on my uncle's member, I became aware that
Aboab had moved, and was now laying on top of me. I could feel his
bulge pressing against the crack of my behind. He began working his
tool against my skirt. I couldn't tell him to stop, because I didn't
want my uncle to discover us spying on him. Besides, the spectacle
below us was making me more and more excited.
Inga suddenly jumped up and said, "Sir, if I do not have you in me
this minute, I shall scream!" My uncle then laid her down on a table
and pulled up her skirts. I got an excellent view of her mature
cunny, much hairier than my own. Then my uncle buried his cock inside
of her, and began to pump it in and out of her. From the angle I was
at I had an excellent view of my uncle's huge prick plunging deep into
her.
The sight of my uncle screwing Inga excited Aboab immensly. He soon
pulled my skirt up over my behind, and before I knew it his tool
plunged deep into my cunny. This was not the first time I had felt a
man inside of me, but my splendid view of my uncle and Inga made it
very special. Aboab started groaning softly as he humped me from
behind, matching his strokes to those of my uncle. It was all I could
do to keep from crying out as I felt his cock moving inside of me. My
mind was filled with the sight of my uncle's huge prick at work, and I
couldn't help but think of how that massive tool would feel. I
imagined that monstrous member prodding me as Aboab worked at my
pussy, and it was all I could do to keep from crying out.
Soon I felt Aboab pulsing inside of me, and he stiffened and pressed
his body against mine, plunging his tool deep into me. But my uncle
was still working on Inga, and I heard her whimpering and saw her
thrashing as she came and came. My uncle seemed tireless. Still he
pounded away at her. Aboab had collapsed on top of me, and was
kissing my neck and whispering in my ear. But all I could see was
that Inga was still being fucked, still coming.
Then, finally, my uncle stiffened against her and sighed out loud. He
pulled away from her, and I saw his thick white cream oozing from her
notch, even as I felt Aboab's running from my own.
His organ was shriveled now, a pale ghost of its former self, and yet
still bigger than Aboab's at its hardest. I gazed longingly at it,
and knew that I would not be happy until I had felt it within me.
Aboab and I remained in hiding until my uncle and Inga had departed.
As we waited Aboab fondled my tits and my cunny, admiring my
tightness. By the time they were both gone, Aboab was ready for
action again. This time I took him laying on my back, feeling the
hard thrust of his cock within me. Having just spent himself in me,
he lasted much longer this time, and his juices lubricated me so that
we slid in and out of me in a most agreeable fashion. But it was
still the thought of that massive organ that made me come. I imagined
it stretching my cunny, filling me with its juice, as Aboab forced
himself deep inside of me.
Aboab and I lay for awhile in the hay, touching and stroking one
another, as I tried to imagine how I could possibly get that massive
tool.
My uncle had a section of apple trees on his farm. He had a sort of a
field hand named Nadav who was mainly responsible for taking care of
the apple trees. Nadav had always intrigued me, because I had often
seen him in profile, and he seemed quite well equipped in the nether
regions.
One day I went out to the apple orchard and told Nadav that I wished
to pick a few apples if I could find any which were ripe. He picked
up a ladder and took me out into the orchard, and set the ladder
against a tree for me. I climbed up the ladder, basket in hand,
leaving Nadav to steady the ladder for me. I had taken care to leave
off my undergarments that day, and I made sure to lean out from the
ladder, holding my legs open so that Nadav could see up my skirts. I
could tell that I had his full attention whenever I reached for a
distant apple, as I made sure to do quite often.
After teasing him thus for a bit, I decided that it was time to be a
bit more direct. I dropped my basket of apples to him, and told him
that I was coming down. As I got near the ground, I contrived to slip
on the ladder, and landed on him with my legs over his shoulders and
his head under my skirts. I felt him give my cunny a quick kiss
before he lowered me to the ground, looking quite embarrased.
"Nadav," I said, "I'm feeling quite faint. Would you help me to the
gardening shed?"
He eagerly agreed, and took me to the shed nearby, there laying me
down on a rude cot that was inside. I felt him stroking my legs as I
pretended to be faint with exhaustion. "Are you all right, ma'am?" he
asked.
"Oh, yes," I replied, "I just need to catch my breath." His hands
continued to stroke my legs, and slowly edged there way upwards.
"What are you doing, Nadav? You must stop this instant, or I shall be
forced to tell my uncle!"
"Oh, but ma'am," he replied, "I can't help it! You're so lovely, and
your skin is so smooth and soft!"
"I really must insist," I said, "you really must stop. This isn't at
all proper."
"Oh, but ma'am, I can't help myself!" His hands worked slowly
upwards, and began to softly stroke the hair on my cunny.
"But you must! This isn't right. If my uncle found out, we'd both be
in trouble. You must stop right away. Oh, yes, that's the spot," I
said, as he found my love button.
He continued to stroke my mound for awhile, then he said, "Oh, ma'am,
I can't help it!" With that, he shoved his head under my skirt and
began licking and kissing my cunny.
"Well," I said, "if you must, you must." I reached down and unbuckled
his pants, which fell to the floor to reveal his throbbing manhood.
In a flash, he was on top of me, kissing my throat and squeezing my
tits. I felt his throbbing tool rubbing against my portal, and soon
managed to place the tip of his prong against my love canal. He
wasted no time in shoving himself deep into me.
His large cock felt wonderful sliding in and out of me. He humped me
furiously for a few minutes, but all too soon I felt him stiffen
against me, shoving his cock as far into me as he could. And then I
felt his juices pulse into me, and knew it was over, all too soon.
His equipment was the size of my uncle's, but his endurance was sadly
lacking.
As he crooned over me and whispered into my ear, I sadly realized that
I would not be satisfied until I had felt the full strength and power
of my uncle's tool.
I also realized, laying there on the cot with Nadav on top of me, that
if I was going to find my pleasure among the help, then I'd be much
better off staying with Aboab.
While I was at my uncle's I noticed that one of the serving girls,
Maryann, would disappear shortly after dinner almost every night. My
uncle would then declare that he was going for a walk to smoke a cigar
(my aunt disapproved of his cigars, and would not let him smoke them
in the house).
One night I was determined to find out exactly what happened on these
walks. Shortly after my uncle left on his evening constitutional, I
arose from the table, stating that I was full and did not desire any
dessert, and quietly left the house through the back door. I soon
spotted the glow of my uncle's cigar in the back garden.
I slipped quietly into the garden and hid behind a large boxbush.
Soon I saw Maryann join my uncle in the center of the garden.
"There you are, my sweet!" my uncle whispered hoarsely. "I've been
waiting for you. I've been looking forward to this for quite awhile,
now!"
"I'm sure you have, sir", she replied. "And did you see me blush when
you squeezed my buns during dinner?"
"Yes, I did", he answered. "But don't worry. I don't think Nora
noticed."
"Well now you can squeeze them to your heart's content!" With that,
he put his arms around her and pressed her tightly to him, kissing her
soundly. I could see quite clearly in the pale moonlight, and felt my
body shiver in anticipation as I saw my uncle pull up her skirt and
squeeze her firm bottom. Maryann was no laggard, either, and soon had
worked his pants open so that she could take his massive tool in her
hands. I watched with envy as she pulled it and stroked it. "Oh,
sir!" she cried, "I cannot stand it! I must have it!" She dropped to
her knees and took the end of his giant member into her mouth. So
large was it that she could do no more than suck the head of it, which
she did with wild abandon.
"Oh, my darling Maryann", he cried, "if you do that much more, you
will drown in my cum! I must have you right now!"
She reluctantly drew her head away from his manhood and lay back on
the grass, pulling him on top of her. Soon he was pounding his tool
into her with great energy, causing her to moan with joy. I could not
help myself.
Soon I was frantically frigging myself with my finger. The wan
moonlight was not enough to let me see the detail that I longed to
feel deep inside myself, but my imagination was more than equal to the
task.
Maryann began to thrash and cry out, until I was certain that my aunt
Nora must certainly step outside to see what was happening. This
added to my sense of excitement, until it was all I could do to keep
from crying out myself and betraying my presence to my uncle.
I was entranced by the sight of my uncle's buttocks rising and
falling, glowing whitely in the dim light, a second moon reflecting
the one in the sky, but bouncing, thrusting, plunging into the lovely
serving girl's cunny. My own cunny throbbed and pulsed in sympathy.
My hand was drenched in my own juices, even though I knew that my
finger was but a pale shadow of my uncle's manhood.
Finally, after a seeming eternity of hot sweaty flesh slapping
together in ecstasy, I saw my uncle stiffen, plunging himself deep
into Maryann's pussy, and heard him grunt with pleasure. I knew that
he had shot his load deep into her, and wondered how it would feel to
be filled by such a tool as his. I quickly and quietly faded back
into the bushes, so as not to be caught.
Maryann's room had a connecting door with the one I slept in. That
night I went to the door and asked Maryann if she would mind talking
with me a bit. She readily agreed, and we were soon curled up on her
bed chatting away.
As talk among girls will do, we were soon discussing men. She told me
a great deal about the various men she had been with at one time or
another. I wistfully stated that I hadn't even been so close as to
see a cunny that had had a man. She replied that it looked no
different than any other cunny, so I challenged her to prove it.
Before she quite knew what was happening, I had my head under her
nightgown and was examining her pussy. "Well," I said, "it certainly
has a lot more hair than mine."
"Oh, pooh!", she exclaimed, "that just comes with time. Your's will
have as much hair as mine, soon enough."
"I think it might smell a bit different, as well", I stated. "I wonder
how it would taste?" With that, I reached out with my tongue and
gently licked her.
"You shouldn't do that", she stated, but she didn't draw away. In
fact, her legs moved further apart, as if to give me more room.
Soon I was laid out on my stomach, my head in her lap, giving all my
attention to her luscious hairy womanhood. It had a strong musky
taste, and seemed to respond warmly to my ministrations. Soon Maryann
was moving her hips and cooing with pleasure. I continued to lick her
private parts, savoring the strong, spicy taste, until suddenly she
arched her back and I felt a warm gush of liquid which I eagerly
lapped up.
"That was heavenly", she murmured, stroking my hair. "Tell me,
precious, what can I possibly do for you in return?"
"Well", I replied, "there is one small thing you could do. .
The next evening as we were finishing dinner, my uncle arose for his
evening walk in the garden. As soon as he was gone, I got up, stating
that I was quite full and did not care for dessert. I slipped out the
side door and worked my way around to the garden. The moon had not
risen yet, and it was quite dark.
I felt my way along the paths, and soon found the open area in the
center of the garden. I saw a red glow from the end of my uncle's
cigar, and sidled up to him warmly. He put his arms around me and
hugged me close to him, telling me softly of all the things he was
planning to do to me.
"Why, Maryann", he whispered, "you're awfully quiet tonight. Are you
sure you want to be here?"
I murmured quietly in his ear, and pressed my body against him,
rubbing my crotch against the bulge in his pants. He appeared
satisfied with that as an answer, and soon I felt his rough hands
under my skirt, stroking the cheeks of my ass. As Maryann had advised
me, I was not wearing any underwear, and soon his hands had found my
tender cunny. He seemed confused for a moment at the sparse hair on
my mound, so I decided to divert his attention. Holding my arms
firmly around his waist, I leaned back and drew him on top of me on
the ground.
I kissed him fervently, and soon whatever thoughts he had disappeared
as he rubbed himself against me. My hands frantically unzipped his
trousers, and soon I could feel his gigantic tool brushing against me.
I shivered at the thought of what was to come. My juices sprang forth
in anticipation, and soon I felt the head of his huge rod pressing
against my portal. He grunted with effort as he pressed himself into
me, filling me until I thought I would burst. "Oh", he murmured, "oh,
oh, Maryann, whatever you've been doing, I swear you're tighter than
ever!"
Then he began to move his hips, and my world was full with the feeling
of his giant root sliding in and out of me. It was all that I had
imagined, and more. He quickened his pace, and my cunny exploded with
fire and ice as I felt his member thrusting into me. I felt as if I
was a melon that was about to burst. I felt as if he was going to
split me in two. Such was the power of his massive rod shoving into
me.
It seemed to go on forever. I can feel to this day the glorious
feeling of his marvelous tool stretching my soft tissues and
penetrating deeper into me than any other man has ever done. My
entire world consisted of nothing but a giant cock thrusting against
yeilding flesh.
Finally, when it seemed that I could endure no more, I felt his
wonderful prick plunge deeper into me than ever before, as if he was
forcing it into me with all the power at his command. Then I felt a
marvelous sensation, exploding my cunt into shards of ecstasy, as his
giant tool began to pulse and throb, shooting hot jets of his cum deep
into me. On and on it went, filling every crevice of my body with his
sperm. I wrapped my legs around him and pulled him to me, glorying in
the feeling of his hot cum filling me.
I felt as if I was adrift in a sea of cum. Slowly he climbed off of
me. Regretfully I followed, climbing unsteadily to my feet. I kissed
him soundly, and watched as he drifted off back to the house. After a
bit, I followed and retired to my room, glorying in the warm feeling
radiating from my cunny, and the gentle tickle as his hot sperm
overflowed my pussy and trickled down my legs.
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When are the hookers, Erhum.. I mean strippers getting here?