XXX-Fiction

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Part one

Emit lives on a small farm outside of Milwaukee, leaving the city, and returning once again to his roots. Years ago swearing never to set foot in this place, but now that oath of his youth seemed foolish. Emit was a stockbroker, living a lifestyle of stress, ulcers, running in the fast lane of his profession. Now a day trader, opening his computer and working when he felt inclined, presser from clientele resolved.

Emit’s wife Becky was a corn-fed country girl in her youth, so leaving the city had been her dream too. She was used-up as a nurse, Milwaukee supplying endless patients, caught up in the everyday violence of the city. Now in a small town clinic, finding herself treating bumps, and bruise, and simple farm accidents, she was happy, and content, making his life much the same. The “Clinic” was a two story-house on Elm Street, ran by a Doctor out of his home. Most emergencies consisted of new mothers to be, unable to wait until office hours.

His Becky; age had not diminished her beauty. At 47 he swore she was more beautiful than the day they met twenty-five years ago. Finding it somewhat discerning how their roles had changed over the years. Becky was somewhat chubby, and a party girl. He, on the other hand, promoted, health, physical fitness, and proper nutrition. With constant fussing she soon embraced it, metamorphosing into a gorgeous being.

Hearing his wife’s car’s tires crunch pulling down the gravel road smiled, removing an older laptop from his desk. It was meant to view porn, and his favorite website Beast-forum! Consorting with his watch smiled having time to alter a few posts written by the “Pest” outright laughing at the man’s title, “The Editor” Thinking, “The title should go to abej, being much more clever” but again that was only his opinion.

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Bestiality was introduced in his youth, yet only embraced in his later years. His first contact was as a perverted observer, or so he thought for more than a decade, starting on a distant Friday night. Freshly turned eighteen, leaving for college in six days; his friends held a “Get out of Hicksville blowout.” Staggering home, deciding he preferred sleeping in the hayloft more than listening to the moans, and groans about the “Devils Brew” Finding a comfortable position, his slumber was interrupted by the squeaking hinges of the barn door, being ajar. The moon was full casting an airy light into the interior. To his surprise, his older sister emerged from the shadows.

Emit cringed at his first thought, “The Whore of Hicksville” having long ago grown weary of her defense. Only a few years older, and four babies richer, he was concerned with Lilly, being unchaperoned. He watched her move around a hay bale, then spread a blanket out thinking. “Number five?” He quietly moves to see the moonlight glowing through the open door, quite confused when no one followed her in. A slight murmur of the engine broke the silence, drifting from the back forty far removed from the house, and then Lilly removed her dress. Clad only in skimpy black panties, she sat on the hay bale, legs spread. The sound of engine died, he followed the progress of the individual viva crickets, they’d cease activity, then resume after the person passed. The door creaked, then a silhouette appeared. Emit wiped his eyes, swearing it was a woman, when she stepped into view, disbelief engulfed him. Wanda Shewn stepped into the light!

What can be said about Wanda? She was a true blond, built like a brick shit house. Magnificent breast, hourglass figure, each feature enhanced by her petite frame, and Wanda knew it too, dressing the part. Clad in shorts painstakingly cut from a pair of tight faded jeans, giving a new meaning to “Daisy Duke’s” The rear end boasted two sculptured cheeks. Mind you they didn’t just peek, but hung-out by the hand-full. The left cheek displayed a small yellow rose tattoo and the right? Well…it was red from being slapped so often in the roadhouse. Emit smiled at the thought of the few licks, he inflicted during the evening! The fabric covering her crotch was almost non-existing, crawly up and in. As she danced answering the age-old question? No panties. Wanda had a blue checked blouse on that button up the front, though she seemed to have forgotten their meaning. Tails tied in a neat knot above the navel, leaving the front open. The gap was to die for, cleavage galore, with partial glimpses of large pink orbs in a state of constant arousal.

Emit swears, wanting to turn away, after all, one of them was kin, and it was distasteful. Wanda’s back was to him as she started shimming out of her shorts. Her ass wiggled and jiggled as she pushed one side down, then repeated it on the other side. Emit opened, and closed his hand attempting to feel the softness of Wanda’s ass, when his palm made contact with it earlier. She bent over, and he saw the crease under her ass of lips stripped bare of fur winking between her legs. Emit’s erection grew, trapped in the confines of his jeans, swelling with a throb of dull pain. Fucking jeans! Hand sneaking down, Emit unfastened the top steel button, grabbing the zipper yanked it down. The sound echoed in his ears like a band-saw…holding his breath watch the girls for signs of discovery. Nothing, reaching in, grabbed a handful of cock…

Wanda’s shorts fled past her knees before she stepped out. Lilly was masturbating as she watched the show…Emit attempted to ignore her. Wanda was having difficulties with the knot. Cinched tight to prevent an untimely opening, frustrated she pulled her arms out of the sleeves, pushing the blouse down to step out of it.

Emit watched entering into a new realm of possibilities as Wanda moved forward. The year was 1984, and he was damned if he ever saw a woman eat pussy in real life. Lilly stood dropping her panties, his dick softens a bit at sight, but when Wanda begin caressing her own breasts…It jumped back to attention! Wanda’s lips pursed into a pout asking, “Where are my boys?” Lilly ran to the door and whistled. Emit blinked at the two flashes of shadows thinking, “What the fuck” then the girls started arguing over dogs. Emits cock went limp in his hand, as his mind struggled with the implications of what was being witnessed.

Wanda didn’t hesitate to lay over the hay bale on her belly, knees on the floor, ass raised, assuming the position! She squawked when the wrong dog tried to mount her. Twisting her body, Wanda pushed him off. That started another argument with Lilly, Emit was amazed at the venomous words they used to describe each other. Hating to admit it, his dick stiffened with their language. Wanda jumped up grabbing the collar of Gaffer that Lilly diligently clung onto. Wanda smiled, looking up asking, “Are you going to stay up there with ya dick in hand? Or will ya come down and help?”

Emit felt like that deer caught in the headlight…Which way do you jump and not be hit? Lilly covered herself, Wanda looked at her and laughed saying, “An embarrassed whore? How quaint!” Lilly blushed then dropped her arms. Wanda stood with an impatient air and taunt, “Are you coming down or not?” Smiling she continued, “Pussy’s in it for you!” Without any continuous thought, Emit stood, holding his jeans up with one hand climbed down the ladder. Wanda met him at the foot of it asking, “What’s this?” yanking his jeans around the ankles. She grabbed his pulsing member giving it a few encouraging squeezes, before fussing at Lilly, for not informing her earlier of the size. Wanda told Lilly to bring the dogs over for Emit to hold.

Emit watched as the two girls made ready. First moving another bale of hay laying it to the end of the existing one, creating a longer platform. Next, they grabbed each end of the blanket stretching it, then snapping their ends. It billowed out like a half bubble, slowly drifting down to conceal both bales. Emit tried not to stare at all four bouncing tits. The thumping throb had now moved to the uncircumcised head of his cock, blood gushing in with each beat of his heart. It was uncomfortable, yet the discomfort held an edge of hope for things to come. Hands full of collars, Emit took the only possible course of relief…Rubbed his dick against the fur of the dog. It felt weird, not unpleasant, wrapping his dick in a cocoon of hair. Emit cringed when Lilly laughed saying, “Look he’s trying to fuck the dog too” Add insult to injury…The dog looked at him with mournful eyes.

Both the girls assumed the position, knees in the dirt, belly’s resting on the blanket, side by side. Two asses raised, one heart shaped the other very fleshy and inviting. Legs slightly spread gash pushed up, giving easy and free access to their pussy. Emit couldn’t take his eyes off them, the contrast was so different. Wanda’s pussy was two mounds that led to a gash. Soft, and smooth looking, encouraging you just to stick your face down there. After seeing Lilly’s pussy pushed up Emit felt, he understood her better…It was an orgasm waiting to happen. Emit read Hustler stories, so considered himself an expert on the subject of sex. Not that he had a lot of experience, but reading being the gateway to knowledge. Lilly’s clit seemed to stick out, so something was always touching it…Hence she’d be in an eternal state of arousal. Her lips hung down like a guide…Place dick between and push, removing the drunken guesswork. Sighing he shook his head and let the dogs go.

If they were Greyhounds, they would have caught the bunny, out of the gate. Emit had an understanding of the argument about the dogs as he wiped his oily hand on his white shirt, tossing it into the corner. Duke was the bigger of the two, his huge balls hanging low. A mix breed that just showed up one day and refused to leave. He was battling mange, so his daddy had pored all the used oil on him…Hence the fussing! Gaffer was a store bought bird dog, that was scared of water. Golden retriever, with beautiful red fur and lazy as hell…Not that you could tell at this moment. They both made a bee-line, and attacked Lilly in competition, derailing each other’s plans. Lilly giggled making the statement, “I have a better pussy” Wanda chimed in saying, “Only because you fuck them both every day.”

This was too much for Emit until this moment refused to even ex-knowledge her presents other than comparison glances. Now in disbelief had to ask, “You really fuck them every day?” Groaning internally at the use of the word “Fuck”…Wishing he could have a do-over. She stuttered a little before replying, “Yes” hesitated a little then said, “Sometimes more than once” Both dogs were still trying to mount Lilly. Wanda jumped up excited saying, “I have an idea” waiting for both to say, “What?” before continuing. “We’ll let your s…Lilly fuck Duke first, and I’ll jack your dick while we watch” It sounded immoral, wrong, and perverted, but when Wanda draped her hand around his cock given it a little tug…Emit relented.

Wanda was ruthless with her tactics, with the promise of near future sex, Emits mind became cloudy with arousal. Pressing her breast into his arm, the taunt nipples sheared his skin. Her fingers moved to lightly pinch the uncircumcised flesh at the end of his cock, whispering into his ear, “I haven’t had one like this” in a longing voice. Emit felt it, more than saw when Lilly’s presence appeared, she pressed Gaffer’s collar into his hand. Their skin made light contact, he flinched…She giggled. He wanted to flee, but Wanda’s hand moved down the length of his shaft, gently pulling back to the head and repeating. Emits cock was engorged, with throbbing mind-blowing passion. Duke was jumping up on Lily, causing her to reflect off his arm, with innocence. Wanda’s lips traveled to his shoulder, bit then moved to leave erotic sensations in their wake. He watched her bite Lilly’s breast, the nipple blossomed into a pointed hard mass. The flesh of the breast grew bumps of delight, her back arched pressing Lilly’s right breast into his chest as she moaned.

The fog somewhat lifted he muttering, “Devils Brew” trying to castaway the drunken haze. Lilly’s breast eased off, the dog jumped once more, it pressed, then flattened…softness with a spike on the peak. Duke tied up with Lilly’s legs, and she stumbled; with cat-like grace Emit caught her. Both girls in unison seemed to misunderstand the embrace. Lilly’s arms wrapped around his waist, Wanda’s leg entwined Lilly’s before wrapping around Emits. Lifting her knee up so Lilly could grind her pussy on it. Shocked at the slight touch of Lilly’s belly bumping his as she dry humped Wanda’s leg, he was distracted with a new sensation…Wanda started rubbing her pussy on his thigh. Moist and meaty leaving a faint trail of a woman, it’d smear on warm; the night air would chill it leaving little goosebumps, then she’d drag it up. Her husky voice took on a pleading as she whispered, “Call me a whore” she repeated it a few times before Emit croaked out, “Whore” she went on, “A fucking white trash whore?” Emit responded, “Yes” looking into her pleading eyes, remembering what Hustler said, so tried to slap the rose off her ass as he said, “You fucking whore” She moaned and stroked his dick harder.

Lilly brought him back to reality, when she kissed his chest, looked up giggled saying, “We need to fuck the dogs first, or they’ll start howling” As she pried herself away, Emit had an epiphany, “Most nights when the dogs howled, she was the only one that could quiet them down” Reflecting on her words Emit thought, “First…What first?”

Lilly turned dog dancing at her feet heading back to their made up the nest. She turned seeing Wanda wasn’t following, but instead had slid down Emit’s leg. Knees in the dirt, ass in the air clinging to his knee to keep her back up. She listened to Wanda’s instructions on how to position the dog behind her, then drag him up onto her ass. Lilly found herself more aroused when Emit talked shit to Wanda. Still, she wasn’t sure what to do? Wanda helped her out by saying, “Lick my pussy first whore” Emit was surprised at how erotic it looked when she started eating pussy. The dog would try to mount, Lilly would lift up pushing him off, before going back in. Wanda moaned and thrashed, finally sighed saying, “My turn, switch” Emit felt a ting uncomfortable, as Lilly got down clinging to his knee. Although amazed that Wanda never once relinquished her hold on his dick. As Wanda started slapping the shit out of Lilly’s ass, telling her she was nothing but a white trash whore willing to fuck anything or anyone. Lilly moaning and agreeing; Emit just figured it was a whore thing! Finished Wanda took her place on the other leg saying, “Now let the dogs fuck your whores.”

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