Beastiality

Disclaimer
ALL of the names, places, and animals in the following story are pure
fabrication. Any resemblance to any person living or dead is purely
coincidental. No animals were harmed in the creation of this story.

John is a 35 year old man who grew up on a farm in central Wyoming. Although he lived with horses, cows, sheep
etc. he never had a sexual encounter with any of the farm animals. This fact is what makes his story an interesting
exception to the “RULE”. Take a close look at what he has to say.
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Can you believe it? Here I am, 35 years old and I’ve been divorced four times! All four of them cheated on me.
Boy, can I pick the losers. Well, that’s what I thought. The last one said I was “sexually dysfunctional” what ever
that meant. Granted, I rarely initiated sex and sometimes it took a long time for me to obtain an erection, but you
have to remember, I work hard maintaining this country home and working a full time job. Little did I know at the
time it was a case of disinterest. It just seemed like I couldn’t get aroused without a long period of manual
stimulation. Fantasizing was not something that I was encouraged to do as a child. Hearing “Stop daydreaming and
pay attention to your work BOY! ” everyday has the tendency to do that. Dad was strict, but never mean or
abusive. If I got a whipping, I did something to deserve it.

Farming was something that I didn’t want to do the rest of my life so when my dad pasted away, (we lost mom
when I was 15) I sold off all the stock, then replaced the hay pasture with grass and cleaned out the stock pond so it
now looks like what you’d see in a big city park, and opened it up to the public for picnicking. A few weeks after my
last divorce, a friend of mine was helping me build a barbecue shelter and the conversation turn somehow to my
difficulty with finding women who don’t turn out to be losers. He jokingly told me I’d be better off with a dog. They
lay around the house all day too. Ya, very funny. The thought however did cross my mind. After all I did have one
as a kid. Now that I’m alone it would be nice to have a pet that could keep me company. So off to the pound I go. I
saw several candidates but the pound makes you pay an extra $75 to $100 to have the animal spayed or neutered
before they will let you take one home. Then they complain about not being able to care for all the animals they
can’t find homes for. DUH! Let the new owner decide if they want the animal “Fixed”. Although I did find one place
that would refund the money if you did have the animal spayed or neutered after your purchase.

Well so much for that idea. The cost was just to much. I was just about to give up when I saw a sign on a bulletin
board about an organization that will take in animals and place them into temporary foster homes until a permanent
home can be found. Unlike the pound, these animals are not killed. O’ Well. What the hell, I gave them a call. The
guy told me that the only requirement they had was a donation. Any donation, money, food, labor, but most of all
they needed more foster homes. He gave me the address of a foster home that was close to my city and I went to
check it out that same day. Now, I normally would say there is no such thing as “Love at first sight”, but what
happened next changed my life forever. I arrived late in the afternoon and was greeted at the door by a women
that showed me to the back. She said that she had four dogs available and started giving me a brief history on each
one. Most had been abandoned or turned over by people that just couldn’t bare the thought of having there pet
killed just because they couldn’t take care of them anymore. As I stepped into the back run, I saw two small wiener
dogs, a collie, and definitely female, a monster of a beast, cleaning herself. The lady was about to call the dogs
over, but I wanted to see which one would come to me on it’s own so I asked her not to. After looking at the grass,
(to make sure there wasn’t any surprises), I got down on my knees and just sat there. All most on Que., the
monster, got up and walked over to me. My first thought was, I’m Lunch!. This dog was huge! When she got to
where I was sitting she turned and sat on my lap, then pushed her body as tight against me as she could! It was like
she desperately needed to feel my body against hers. That did it! My arms flew around her muscle bound chest
and I cried like a baby! I was totally in love for the first time in my life!

Her name was Patty of all things. You would think the name of a dog this size would be something like Big
Bertha. Anyway, I took her home and immediately she took to the house like she had been living there all her life.
She never jumped up on the furniture or made a mess anywhere. She knew how to ask to go outside when she
needed. That first night, she plopped onto the bed. She didn’t just curl up, she stretched out full length with her
head on the pillow! O’ well. It wasn’t the first time I’d slept on top of the covers. I laid down next to her and
cuddled up to her back. I don’t sleep in pajamas, just my undies, so her fir was rubbing against my bare skin as I put
my arm around her. This caused a strange sensation sending a shudder through my body. It was as if our body’s
melted together and it seemed so “Natural”. As I ran my hand up and down her belly, I swear, she moaned and
pushed her back tighter against me.

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As you can see, John is experiencing feelings that he has never felt before. Growing up on a farm, why are these
sensations showing up so late in his life? SPECULATION: Could it be that he just hadn’t “Met the right girl”?
Is it possible that the right animal can affect a human male/female just as another human could? Read on and see
how he deals with this new experience.
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Each passing day I found myself thinking more and more about Patty. At work sometimes I’d drift off and
imagine how much fun it has been walking the trails, playing ball, and just lying in the warm sunshine after a swim in
the pond. I even made it a point to stop on the way home and buy some new toy or treat just to watch her jump for
joy. When I’d bring flowers home to any one of my ex-wife’s, there was a quick peck with a thanks, it went into a
pot and that was that. No big deal. Patty acted like she really loved getting gifts. About two months after bringing
Patty home, I woke up one Saturday morning and noticed something odd. There was something in the air. I
couldn’t put my finger on it but it seemed familiar somehow. Patty, as always, was lying next to me, (Snoring! Man
she can really saw logs!). I reached over and started to rub her belly like always. She woke up, turned onto her
back, legs in the air with her head back, eyes closed, and started to moan softly. I would always tell her, “I wish my
wife had acted like this.” This morning something was different somehow. She seemed different, and that smell.
That smell was giving me the creeps. As I rubbed, it seemed to get stronger too. I began to think that Patty had
found something to roll in and I’d have to give her a bath. That’s when I noticed the blood spot on the bed sheet.
Patty was in heat.

I never though about asking the lady if she had been spayed. Now I’ll have to deal with the mess and I knew
what that curious smell was. I didn’t know that a human could smell a dog in heat. I thought only other dogs could.
I ran may hand down to her now puffy….. O’ Hell…. Pussy, and genitally flattened it out so I could get a better look.
Patty immediately jumped up and started to lick herself. I thought that I may have hurt her. As I started to put my
arms around her and tell her I was sorry, I couldn’t believe my eyes. I had a throbbing erection.

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I would like to take a moment to point out an interesting statement here. It starts out with a strange smell that is
familiar at first, then creepy, then curious. Could this have been the turning point for John?
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Married four times and not one of them could give me an erection without working for it, yet a dog in heat lying
next to me causes a sexual awaking I didn’t know existed. Why hadn’t it showed its ugly head before? As a kid I’d
watched breeding horses, and cows. Even my pet dog had a litter. Not once did I have any physical response or
mental fantasy of a sexual manner with or about one of the animals. Could it be I’ve finally flipped off the deep
end? Time for a cold shower. I gave Patty a kiss. This isn’t unusual, I do it all the time, but this time it was right on
her lips, not the top of her head. She returned the favor with a full face wash. Now my erection was starting to
become painful. I had to do something and fast. The thoughts going through my mind where terrifying yet erotic as
well. I got up, went into the bathroom and jumped into the shower. I know it was just my imagination playing tricks
on me but Patty looked disappointed.

The shower felt good but didn’t work. My mind was consumed by Patty, and the idea of making love to her kept
my erection at full throttle. Yes I said “Make Love” not have sex. I wasn’t thinking of her as a pet now. She was
more. She was now capable of giving me anything a women could without the danger of an unwanted pregnancy.
But did she want me in that way too? Ok John. Take a deep breath and get rid of this boner. Masturbation wasn’t
something that I was accustom to. It requires you to fantasize right? So, I had my very first fantasy, I fantasized
about Patty and exploded on the bathroom wall in the first 10 seconds of the fantasy. My orgasm was so powerful
my knees went pasta. Here I am, lying on the bathroom floor, panting, and jerking around like an epileptic seizure.

The second shower felt just as good. As I stepped out of the bathroom, Patty was lying there at the door with her
head down on her front paws, looking up at me with what I still think was disappointment. Turned on as I was I just
couldn’t bring myself to act out my first fantasy. I was afraid that I might hurt her and she would hate me. The
thought of that made my eyes mist. I loved her so much. I bent down onto my knees to give her a kiss. This time
there was no mistaking it. It was a kiss of passion. As my lips touched hers, her tongue leaped out sending another
cascade of desire to my groin. She knew what she was doing to me. Her tongue reaching every inch of my face. I
started to say something, but before I could utter a word, that beautiful tongue slipped into my mouth. The
sensation was pure ecstasy. I don’t know where or how she learned to do this. At this point I didn’t care, because
she had dropped down now and was licking at my bare chest. When I dropped the towel, I have no idea. She knew,
she really, really knew what she was doing to me. I didn’t have to look. I had another erection. When she found it,
that tongue did some things I didn’t know where possible. Without any warning she stopped and walked away.
AAAAAAHHH! She just left me hanging there. I know dam good an well she was snickering as she walked away!

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The thought of having a sexual relationship with a dog terrified John. Was it the act or the stigma attached to
such a hideous lack of morals? What would people think? Right now he thinks he is the only pervert in the
country that has a lust for dogs. No. Not dogs. His dog. No longer a pet. She’s his companion, confidant, friend,
and now his lover. What really terrifies John is the thought that she couldn’t or wouldn’t love him with just as
much passion. It is called bestiality or animal abuse and not love because the animal can’t initiate the sexual act,
or can they? Read on my friends. Let Patty show you who’s in charge here.
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Patty walked strait into the bedroom, jumped up on the bed and laid on her back. As I recall, observations of my
childhood pet, she would stand with her tail cocked to one side when she was ready for a male to mount her. I was
getting mixed signals from Patty. Was this her way of saying she wanted me to make love to her, or just wanted a
tummy rub? So far she hadn’t acted anything like I’d read in the animal breeding books. Ok. I’ll play it cool. If
she wants foreplay then foreplay it is. I crawled onto the bed and straddled her. I didn’t want to put my weight on
her even though I think she could handle it. I started by first kissing her, then ran my tongue into her mouth as she
had done to me earlier. What a wild sensation that was! Then I nibbled at her as I worked my way down her neck
to the first row of nipples. She laid her head back and closed her eyes. Panting now as I reached the first nipple. I
would first roll my tongue around and gently suck on each nipple as I worked my way down. She would moan each
time I came to a new nipple. Soon I had my head between her hind legs. There she was in all her glory.

Puffy vaginal lips, moistening reddish liquid, and the SMELL, O’ that wonderful smell! This time I knew my
touch would not be painful to her. As I caressed her vaginal lips with my tongue she would let out a low vibrating
moan. Allot like a growl but this time of pleasure. O’ the smell, I had to get more! I pushed my nose into her. I
had to get that wonderful smell on my face. She started humping my face, hard, pushing down on the back of my
head with her front paws as she thrust her hips upward pushing my nose harder against her clitoris. Soon the heat
of her passion made me delirious, screaming with desire. Now pushing my tongue in deeper with each thrust. O’
the HEAT! The Heat! Finally opening my mouth and taking in her entire Women Hood! Yes, she was not a dog, a
pet or an animal. She was the women of my dreams, my lover! I wanted, na, I needed her, I needed her NOW. I
raised my head and began licking her face. She in turn eagerly cleaned her own juices from mine. I lowered myself
down, my hips moving slowly at first, my manhood desperately searching for that sweet opening. As if she knew of
my plight, her hip rose ever so slightly and………………………….

She now bore all of me. My weight didn’t concern her, only the pleasure she was experiencing. Pulling me
forward with her front paws, her head buried into my shoulder. Soon she was matching me, thrust for thrust. Our
hips moving in perfect rhythm. Now I was growling. My body ready to explode. I could feel the muscles in her
body tense. With a mighty push with her front paws her head flew back into the pillows with a howl. The spasms
that came from her sent me into an equally loud howl of ecstasy! For 20 minuets we must have laid there, panting,
shivering, totally drained.

The next two weeks were simply a dream come true. If I had known then what I know now I would have saved a
fortune in court costs an lawyer fees. We made love every night and occasionally two or three times during the
day. In the house, out in the barn, in the pond even when other people where swimming or sunbathing! We didn’t
care. We wanted to enjoy it for as long as she was still in heat. When she was finally finish with this heat I was
convinced that I wouldn’t be able to wait for 6 months when she would come in again. This is not good. My only
outlet would be masturbating to my one and only fantasy. One night about a week latter, as I was about to take
care of a “Pointy Problem” in the bathroom, I heard Patty barking frantically in the bedroom. Thinking something
was wrong, I ran into the room with my “Pointy Problem” still in hand. There was Patty, standing on the bed, legs
strait, and tail cocked to one side.

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