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I am Rex Allison, the shit name my bastard of a daddy gave me when Mom's cunt spit me out. I am 28 years old, a real bastard of a Skunk cuntman. 6'5", 245 pounds of Black furred White striped mean assed, cigar smoking cunt man... Blue eyed. Long, wide Black with White stripes Skunk tail, nasty assed smelling anal glands, that I haven't used much since I was a teenager

The only decent thing my Daddy ever did for me was the last thing he ever did for me. I'd gone into my first heat, and was scared and horny and miserable at 16, My fucking drunk assed, no account Daddy raped me, just hocked a wad of whatever onto his big dick and violated my virgin pussy on our front porch in public in full view of some neighbors. Shot his sleazy sperm up inside of my greedy womb., fucked my asshole using spit for lube, and kicked me out of the house with only the clothes on my back, with his cum running out of both of my holes.

Knocked my sorry ass up with an incestuous bastard Skunk kit. But taught me several vital life lessons that day. Life only makes sense if you force it to. Life is fucked up no matter what, so fuck everyone you can and chase pleasures when you can. Never get so fucked up you're unaware of your surroundings or do seriously dumb shit, or fuck dumb shits. Protect your womb always, my IUD is my best friend. And no matter what, be strong, if they think you're a pussy cause you got one, they'll make your life Hell. I have a lot of other rules that we'll get to eventually.

I was young, pregnant and living on the streets, Not the best time in my life, though I survived and so did my kit. I did my best for him, managed to eat properly which wasn't easy, stayed off the pot and booze til I pushed him out of my aching, sore pussy. In the middle of a crowded homeless shelter in full view of everyone there, my cunt bloodily, and painfully spit him out, and gave him life. When I could stand I walked to the pay phone, and called CPS who came and took him. Last I saw of that lucky bastard was him getting adopted by a loving infertile Skunk couple. And he was 5 and happily playing with them, fat, happy and unencumbered by worry or stress. I wept for the very last time, and prayed for his life to stay good. My first and last act of self sacrifice. I gave that kit the best start I could considering my circumstances and never looked back. Though the CPS folks can find me if he wants or needs to know about the Skunk cuntman that gave him life. I left my heart behind me along with my bastard kit and never looked back.

I swore I'd never be homeless again and I haven't. I tried hooking when I was young and hated it. When you take their money, you have to let them fuck you their way, and do whatever nasty shit they want you to. Plus you have to fucking listen to them, just ain't fucking worth it. I found I had a natural talent for fixing motorcycles and have made a good living at it.

When I hit 21 and was legal to go into a bar, I went into a sleazy Biker Bar. Dropped my jeans, put my foot up on a stool so they could easily see my wet pussy, and hollered. "OK guys, I fuck. I suck, I smoke a lot of dope, and drink a lot of beer, who wants to start the party?"

The big Cape Buffalo bartender literally jumped the bar and sank his fat Bovine cock up me to his balls within 90 seconds of my shout.. Loudly fucking my squelching snatch he was groaning and had a death grip on my hips as I yelled in orgasmic release. He bit my neck hard but MOOED anyway as he flooded my suckling cunt with his little Buffalo swimmers. Panting I looked and there was a line of guys waiting their turns in me.

Next guy up me was a short, and scrawny but big dicked Badger, He was a serious Mustelid stud.. He had size, skill, and talent on his side. And he lasted for 45 minutes despite my cunt's squeezing and gripping him. Before he gently bit my neck and filled me full of his little Badger swimmers. He was so joyous that he kissed me when I nick named him 'Kickstand'.

I take a trio of big, butch Grizzly Bears together, one in the pussy, one in the ass and one in the muzzle. Doesn't take them long to spew their seed in me.

After an exhausting 4 hours of being fucked, sucking a lot of varied cocks between smoking joints, guzzling beer, and getting fucked up the ass, I've been through every guy there once. The Cape Buffalo bartender has fucked me 5 times. And Damn if he wasn't a great stud Bovine. He took my well fucked ass home that night tossed me into the shower and slept curled up around me. I was happy, if I thought myself still capable of love, I would've sure as shit fallen for that curved horned bastard.

But he taught me another vital life lesson over the next week. Never piss off the bartender, not only for free or reduced price drinks but they know how to sense the undercurrents of what's going on in the bar and can warn you off of trouble spots or troubled or psychotic customers, it'll save your ass often. Never hurts to let the bartender be the first one to get his dick wet in your pussy. Especially if in a new bar for the first time.

And if there is a straight bachlorette party going on in a sleazy Biker Bar, STAY THE FUCK AWAY FROM THEM! They'll cause more vicious barfights than a tweaker on PCP. They wanna see us brawl and especially if the guys are fighting over them. I've lived through it 3 times. Last time I finally got smart and busted up several of them. They may have started a knife fight that got 2 Wolves killed, but they left with several broken noses and some serious bruises, courtesy of a pissed off Skunk cuntman. Spent the night in jail but it was damn worth it to ruin those smug bitches' night. When they giggled as the guys fought I saw red and lit into them.

When one smug Dalmatian girl bitched at me about guys not hitting girls, I ripped down my jeans, showed her my cunt and then broke her nose. I was backed up to thoroughly spray them and the bartender stopped me, telling me I had done enough. Though in a childish fit of temper I did spray the Dalmatian when she laughed at me being led out in handcuffs. Bitch will stink of Skunk spray for weeks, let her explain that to her prissy family and friends. The cops laughed their asses off when I did.

My Doctor has taught me Kegle exercises and I have been devoutly practicing them, not quite yet able to pick a dime up off of the floor with my snatch but I can sit on a guys dick and get him off with only my cunt muscles. I have a series of thin plastic rods I practice holding in my pussy at times, and I can put one at the entrance and pull it up inside me using only my cunt muscles. I've developed a new trick. Now that the weather's warm again I am wearing leather or denim kilts.

Seeing a hot Clydesdale Horse sitting on a park bench with a big hard Horse cock in his shorts, I sat in his lap opening his shorts and took his cock in my pussy right there on the park bench in full view of passer bys and got him off by squeezing and clenching his huge Horse cock without humping on it. The look on his face was amazing and he whinnied so loud as he gushed up inside my protected cunt. Sex in public gets me off majorly.

I love to go to a local nude beach too. I still sometimes cause a minor sensation with folks who've never seen me before. And anyone getting erect laying on the sand watching passer bys will have me sit on and ride their cock right there and then. Only a rare few guys will tell me to get off before they do in my suckling pussy. Most guys just let me ride them or grab my hips and plow my pussy.

It can be odd too, there is an ice cream/drinks stand at that nude beach and I have been standing eating ice cream or drinking a fountain soda and have some one come up and slip his finger up my pussy and hold a neutral conversation with me. Like I'm not supposed to notice them finger fucking me. Still I'll go along with it until I cum and then walk away.

I've been running into 'Kickstand' randomly of late almost everywhere I go. He's asked me out a few times too. I finally had to tell him that I'll let him fuck me all he wants but I ain't getting 'roped' into a relationship with anyone. I am not lonely though, a bit jaded though.

Lately, whenever I ride I seem to have a big Draft Horse cop after me, not to arrest or hassle me but to fuck me. He's big on pulling me over and fucking me openly on the hood of his car with lights going, on the side of the road as cars speed by. I don't mind as I've said before public fucking makes me cream myself. And he's got a huge, fat flared, Horse pecker and is good with it and I'll cum 20 or so times per fuck and ride my bike away with his gallons of Horse spooge leaking a trail as I go. Takes all kinds I guess but I'm hardly complaining.

Doc Wallace says I have to have my IUD taken out and changed but when it's out it has to stay out for 6 weeks. I won't go into heat supposedly but my shit body does when it's been out for a month. Just my luck, the only guy who's kid I'd have, Pete, the Cape Buffalo bartender is the one to knock me up and I discover I'm pregnant when I go to have an IUD put back in.

I tell Pete and he is stunned, even more so when I ask him if he wants me to go ahead and have it. Pete hugs me, and tells me he knows what it meant to me to even ask that, but doesn't want our calf. So I go get rid of it, totally surprised that the heart I thought I'd left behind is still here as my heart breaks as the Docs painfully relieve me of my unwanted calf.

Afterwards, I go right to Pete and cry for the first time in so long, He quietly holds me as I cry and tells me if he could love anyone he'd love me. We're just two, kindred broken animals drifting thru life..I never ask him, 'his story' for the sake of my own sanity. Yeah, we all got one, some boring, some exciting, some even heartbreaking. But we all have a life story. You should try when you can to make yours interesting, at least on occasions.

But I am comforted and pleased that Pete does care for me as much as he is capable of caring for anyone. As I've come to realize my sorry ass loves that big Bovine, but knows I am far too fucking damaged to love anyone nor is worthy to be loved by a good male. Am not really sad about it it's just the way things are. Like I never wanted to have this freak of a body of mine, but have tried to make it work for me, and that's all anyone can do is make the best of what life gives them.

As I said earlier, life only makes sense when you force it to.