Confessions of a marine biologist:1955 (bestiality)
NOTE:: This story is a work of fiction. The person presented here and
related events are TOTALLY fictitious.
CONFESSIONS OF A MARINE BIOLOGIST:1955
By John
It was a hot summer day that Friday afternoon in San Francisco in 1955.
Marine bioligist John Carter, a tall, broad shouldered, scholary-looking
fellow, was alone in the laboratory. His collegues had gone for the
weekend. He took off his horn-rimmed glasses, wiped the lenses, and put
them back on. He felt his thick, ten-inch prong pounding against the fly of
his suit pants, drooling lube into the crotch of his sweaty size 46 striped
boxer shorts as he looked over at the octopus tank........yes, he thought
to himself.......this will be a very important step in marine biology...
and his fat cock pounded harder. After checking that the door of the
laboratory was locked, John Carter went over to the octopus tank. First, he
removed his lab coat, then slid his suspenders off his broad, powerful
shoulders. He slid his suit pants and lube-stained boxers down over his
hairy, muscular legs, and tossed them onto a nearby chair, leaving on his
wing tip shoes and argyle socks held up by garters. Now free, his huge cock
jutted out of his thick black pubic jungle, and his massive hairy nuts
churned. Carter then took a bottle of a clear, sweet -smelling fluid,
techlorimine, a fluid used in experiments to attract male octopi. Using
his handkerchief, Carter applied a generous amount of the clear fluid to
his round, bulky, hairy buttcheeks....then more in his hairy crack, some
dribbling down to his big balls. That done, Carter took the octopus out of
its tank, and gently plopped the eight-armed marine animal on the cool tile
floor. He then lay gut-down on the floor, his fat cock jammed between his
shirtfront and the floor. He spread his hairy legs wide.......and waited.
He could hear the slithering sounds as the octopus drew near, slithering
along the tile floor. Already he could feel the suction cups grabbing onto
his hairy legs........ Now the sea beast, using the hunky 50 year old
marine bioligist's hairy legs like rungs in a ladder, was climbing higher,
towards those two huge, hairy, well-rounded mounds of masculine flesh.
"OOOOOHHHHFFFUUCCKKKKKYYEEAAHHH", Carter growled, as he felt a number of
suction cups attatching themselves to the cheeks of his round, furry butt.
Now, well aroused by the clear fluid applied by Carter, the octopus's arms
pried Carter's furry buns apart, exposing the tight, puckered hole almost
hidden in a jungle of thick black hair. "OOHHHGODAAAMMNN!!!!" Carter
groaned , as he felt suction cups attatch to his sweaty chute, while the
arms pulled his muscular globes further apart. By now, the hulking
bioligist was humping the floor, his pounding cock grinding between his
firm gut and the cool tile floor. He spread his legs wider, and felt a cup
attatch itself to the base of his hairy nuts. At that, he humped the floor
harder. Now greatly sexually aroused, the octopus's sperm arm began
slithering through the big man's hairy crack, leaving a trail of sticky,
stinging fluid between his hairy globes...."AAAAAAWWWW, FUCCCKKKK..YYEEAHH,
OOOOWWGOODDD YEEEAAHHHH... YEEAAHH!!!!!!!!!!" John Carter groaned, as his
hairy nuts blew, hot thick jets of hot spooge shooting out of his thick,
bull-cock, soaking the floor, as well as his shirt and tie...... He
continued to shoot, his balls throbbing, as the octopus continued to
explore his massive, hairy backside... Grabbing another bottle, this one
containing a tranquilizer, he reached back to pour a good amount onto the
horny octopus...slowly, the creature began to release its grip on his bulky
buns....Carter could feel the small, red, disc-like welts that covered his
round, furry backside. He got up off the floor, took the octopus and put it
back in the tank. Then he put on his his shorts and suit pants, his shirt
and tie stained with drying cum, his big ass tingling from the hot suction
cups.......tomorrow John Carter would have to conduct another experiment...
he had the lab all to himself. He grinned, lit his pipe, and thought about
tomorrow.
THE END
Hope you guys enjoyed this as much as I did writing it!!!
NOTE:: This story is a work of fiction. The person presented here and
related events are TOTALLY fictitious.
CONFESSIONS OF A MARINE BIOLOGIST:1955
By John
It was a hot summer day that Friday afternoon in San Francisco in 1955.
Marine bioligist John Carter, a tall, broad shouldered, scholary-looking
fellow, was alone in the laboratory. His collegues had gone for the
weekend. He took off his horn-rimmed glasses, wiped the lenses, and put
them back on. He felt his thick, ten-inch prong pounding against the fly of
his suit pants, drooling lube into the crotch of his sweaty size 46 striped
boxer shorts as he looked over at the octopus tank........yes, he thought
to himself.......this will be a very important step in marine biology...
and his fat cock pounded harder. After checking that the door of the
laboratory was locked, John Carter went over to the octopus tank. First, he
removed his lab coat, then slid his suspenders off his broad, powerful
shoulders. He slid his suit pants and lube-stained boxers down over his
hairy, muscular legs, and tossed them onto a nearby chair, leaving on his
wing tip shoes and argyle socks held up by garters. Now free, his huge cock
jutted out of his thick black pubic jungle, and his massive hairy nuts
churned. Carter then took a bottle of a clear, sweet -smelling fluid,
techlorimine, a fluid used in experiments to attract male octopi. Using
his handkerchief, Carter applied a generous amount of the clear fluid to
his round, bulky, hairy buttcheeks....then more in his hairy crack, some
dribbling down to his big balls. That done, Carter took the octopus out of
its tank, and gently plopped the eight-armed marine animal on the cool tile
floor. He then lay gut-down on the floor, his fat cock jammed between his
shirtfront and the floor. He spread his hairy legs wide.......and waited.
He could hear the slithering sounds as the octopus drew near, slithering
along the tile floor. Already he could feel the suction cups grabbing onto
his hairy legs........ Now the sea beast, using the hunky 50 year old
marine bioligist's hairy legs like rungs in a ladder, was climbing higher,
towards those two huge, hairy, well-rounded mounds of masculine flesh.
"OOOOOHHHHFFFUUCCKKKKKYYEEAAHHH", Carter growled, as he felt a number of
suction cups attatching themselves to the cheeks of his round, furry butt.
Now, well aroused by the clear fluid applied by Carter, the octopus's arms
pried Carter's furry buns apart, exposing the tight, puckered hole almost
hidden in a jungle of thick black hair. "OOHHHGODAAAMMNN!!!!" Carter
groaned , as he felt suction cups attatch to his sweaty chute, while the
arms pulled his muscular globes further apart. By now, the hulking
bioligist was humping the floor, his pounding cock grinding between his
firm gut and the cool tile floor. He spread his legs wider, and felt a cup
attatch itself to the base of his hairy nuts. At that, he humped the floor
harder. Now greatly sexually aroused, the octopus's sperm arm began
slithering through the big man's hairy crack, leaving a trail of sticky,
stinging fluid between his hairy globes...."AAAAAAWWWW, FUCCCKKKK..YYEEAHH,
OOOOWWGOODDD YEEEAAHHHH... YEEAAHH!!!!!!!!!!" John Carter groaned, as his
hairy nuts blew, hot thick jets of hot spooge shooting out of his thick,
bull-cock, soaking the floor, as well as his shirt and tie...... He
continued to shoot, his balls throbbing, as the octopus continued to
explore his massive, hairy backside... Grabbing another bottle, this one
containing a tranquilizer, he reached back to pour a good amount onto the
horny octopus...slowly, the creature began to release its grip on his bulky
buns....Carter could feel the small, red, disc-like welts that covered his
round, furry backside. He got up off the floor, took the octopus and put it
back in the tank. Then he put on his his shorts and suit pants, his shirt
and tie stained with drying cum, his big ass tingling from the hot suction
cups.......tomorrow John Carter would have to conduct another experiment...
he had the lab all to himself. He grinned, lit his pipe, and thought about
tomorrow.
THE END
Hope you guys enjoyed this as much as I did writing it!!!
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