Beastiality

Shortly after twilight Dianne looked out the kitchen window of their
ground-floor apartment and saw Kye talking with Olaf Jensen, the
building caretaker’s overgrown son. Like most Vietnamese, Kye was as
lean as a whip but with surprisingly large bones, and tall for a
fourteen year old, Mark had said. He would probably fill out nicely now
that he’d be getting the proper nourishment, but at the moment he
looked like a gaunt little boy beside the muscular teenager of Swedish
heritage he was laughing and talking with, displaying that enthusiastic
carefreeness which had been constantly a part of him the entire three
days he’d been with her.

The observing, curvaceous young wife of two years absently brushed at
her wealth of straight, long blonde hair, sweeping it behind her
shoulders on either side as she let her sultry green-eyes play over the
friendly scene the two made sitting side by side, facing the smoldering
incinerator where Olaf was burning trash for his father. It pleased her
that Kye had made a friend so quickly, though she readily understood
how and why he would with his young, irrepressible personality. (more…)

The small California valley lay quiet under the eerie light of a full
moon. There were a few clouds in the dark sky, but they were so thin
and wispy that they seemed to vanish like gossamer as they drifted
across the face of the moon.

The valley was dotted with small houses scattered in haphazard fashion.
It was hardly a town. There was a general store and a gas station, but
no real center. Most of the houses stood on two or three acres of land;
little homesteads with their own gardens and a few chickens. In a few
years this would be just another suburb of the malignantly growing city
that lay so near, but now it was still a haven of peace and beauty.

The night was warm; it was mid-summer. One of the little farms seemed
smaller and older than the others, or maybe it was just the special
nature of the moonlight. It was way out on the farthest edge of the
valley by itself. In the daylight, with all the magic of the night
stripped from it, it might have looked ragged and untended. But now the
warped boards of the tool shed and barn, the sagging verandah at the
front of the main house, the uneven clumps of wild grass were all a
perfect playground for the moon. The whole place was a contrast of
light and dark, from the white gleam of the ancient wood to the deep
shadows trapped under the thick tangles of trees and bushes. (more…)

The alarm went off with its usual piercing scream. At first there was
no reaction from the two blanket-covered forms in the huge bed, but
then a slender shapely arm appeared out of the tangled mass of bedding
and began to grope blindly across the bedside table, knocking over the
alarm clock as numb fingers managed to still the racket. The arm
collapsed back onto the bed and for several more minutes silence
reigned in the room.

Then two big blue eyes blinked open, half hidden by a thick mass of
blonde hair that spilled in a golden cascade over one of the pillows.
Jill Andersen focused foggily as she stared at the clock, shook her
head and focused again.

“Oh, for God’s sake, Bob,” she said, “something must be wrong with the
clock. It went off a half hour early.” Her eyes slowly closed.

“Mmmmm, yeh,” her husband murmured in a sleep-thickened voice. “I set
it that way.” He moved over closer to his wife and slid an arm around
her, cupping one of her firm young breasts in the palm of his hand.
“Gives us time for a little conjugal bliss before I run off to slave at
the salt mines.” (more…)

The big German shepherd sat back on his haunches with ears erect and
eyes aglow, watching the shapely blonde girl move busily about the
kitchen. Her visible, soft white flesh, even that hidden beneath her
skimpy bikini, like the tossing of her shoulder-length golden hair,
pleased him with its quivering apples to her every graceful motion. Her
aromatic feminine scent filled his keen nostrils, stirring his interest
more than the smell of the foods she prepared, and occasionally lie
would wander close to her, brushing against the silken warmth of her
long naked legs.

Shirley Douglas hardly noticed the lovable dog’s ingenuous display of
affection, except when she nearly stumbled over him and reprimanded her
animal house-guest to lie down in the corner. His flattened ears and
tail-between-legs reaction as he obeyed also went unseen by the
curvaceous, twenty-five year old bride of six months — her flustered
young mind was that preoccupied with unhappiness.
(more…)

The cold, winter rain beat a relentless tattoo against the glass panes
of the bedroom window, and Victoria Young shivered involuntarily
beneath the thick quilt covering her firm young body. The curvaceous
brunette drew it tighter around her chin, listening to the gurgle of
water in the roof drains, and wished her husband, Kirk, were home on
this afternoon of all afternoons.

It was New Year’s Eve.

But he wasn’t home, and he wouldn’t be home until six o’clock—it was
a little after three now. He was a physical education teacher at Valley
Glen College, and had the misfortune—or fortune, depending on whose
point of view was taken—to be a hundred miles away in Lakeland,
coaching the college’s freshman basketball team in the championship
game of the Holiday Classic Tournament.

It would be nice, she thought, if Kirk were here right now, lying with
me under this warm old quilt with his arms around me. Perhaps we could
even make love; yes, that would be nice—to make love with Kirk on
this cold New Year’s Eve afternoon. (more…)

Arm in arm the two girls came skipping gaily down the path, their faces
radiant with youthful exuberance. At first glance they seemed to look
alike, despite the fact that one was blonde and the other dark, but on
closer examination it became evident that it was only their beauty that
matched them.

The blonde girl was a little taller, her lushly curved body a little
fuller. Big blue eyes helped set off her creamy pink complexion, and
all in all she gave off an aura of beaten gold, fresh rose petals and
rich cream.

Her companion was smaller and more slender but in some way looked even
more lushly developed. Perhaps it was the sinuous and sensual way her
body was formed, with high upstanding breasts thrusting out proudly
from a graceful torso that bloomed out again into tightly rounded hips
above long slender legs. (more…)

Chapter 1

Young blonde Peggy Davis worried all the way into town on Saturday
morning that this was a mistake. She knew it was Bob’s idea and she
always went along with whatever her husband told her, as he was the man
of the house even when he was away on a cruise. She was not like some
of those Navy wives she could mention who couldn’t wait until their
husbands were away at sea so that they could run things their own way
again. Why, she knew women who had whole wardrobes, even wigs, that
they never wore when their husbands were in port, only when they were
away! She could never do something like that, not in a million years!
She certainly could never look Bob in the eye again if she ever once
did something that sneaky and conniving. But all the same, this seemed
like sort of a mistake. Of course, if she had been like those other
women, she could have just ignored her husband’s letter and gone on
about her business. Some of those girls could just stand there and lie
with a straight face when the ships came in at the base in Norfolk, but
not Peggy Davis! Bob said to get a watchdog for their house trailer and
she was going to do it. (more…)

They giggled all the way up the walk from the garage to the front door,
leaning on one another and staggering a little. Then both quieted down
as they stood before the door, faced with the problem of opening it and
not quite remembering how. The man fumbled in his pocket for awhile and
then fished out a key. For several seconds he tried to fit it into the
lock, finally swearing good-naturedly:

“If the damn hole had hair around it, wham, just like that!”

“Oh, Jack, don’t say such things,” the young woman giggled, looking
around nervously. “The neighbors might hear.”

“Fuck the neighbors,” the man answered in a slightly slurred voice. All
at once the key slid in the lock and he opened the door, starting
inside, but then he halted and, giving an exaggerated bow, spoke
grandly to his female companion.

“Would the lady care to enter?” he said with a little hiccup. And the
lady did enter, sweeping majestically into the house, her entry marred
only when she tripped a little on the doorsill. The man followed her in
and shut the door. (more…)

The spring sunshine fell warmly through the open window onto the naked
torso of the tall full-breasted redhead who was stretching and yawning
her voluptuously proportioned breasts as she breathed in deep, and her
long red wavy hair spreading out across the pillow like a heavy fan.

Mrs. Georgia Rogers stretched as she awoke, blinking slightly at the
fresh morning sunlight. When they had gone to bed the night before she
had forgotten that the new daylight saving time would probably mean
more sunlight in the morning, and she had left the curtains open.

Not that she minded a bit waking up to the refreshing spring sunshine.
She was feeling spring all over lately — particularly up between her
firmly curved thighs, and the fact that Howard had been rather
preoccupied lately had served as well to keep her natural sexual
interests rather highly stirred. Spring warmth was kerosene to that
flame, instead of a healing balm. But she didn’t mind. In fact, the
young wife rather enjoyed it, because then her orgasms would be all the
more lusty and overwhelming when they finally came. (more…)

The big German shepherd panted as if grinning up at the tall,
curvaceous girl with the long, ash-blonde hair, and whimpered in
excitement when she reached down and petted his great head. She smiled,
revealing a perfect set of even white teeth, oohed a pet phrase at him,
then directed her attention to the attractive brunette standing in the
apartment doorway.

“Has he been a good dog today, Peggy?” Carol Dorsett questioned the
older girt with the dark brown eyes who wore her hair in a brief and
flattering bouffant, giving her a kind of mysterious thirtyish look.

“Sultan’s always a good dog, aren’t you, baby,” the shapely wife of the
building manager complimented, adding her own caressing hand to the
powerful animal’s muscular flanks. “How did it go today, Carol? Any
luck?”

“Nothing,” the young green-eyed divorcee sighed. “I must’ve filled out
a dozen applications, and just about walked my legs off. God, I never
realized it was going to be so difficult finding a job or I wouldn’t
have left San Francisco. At least, I know my way around there … but
this Hollywood … brother!”

“Mustn’t get discouraged, honey. Something will turn up,” Peggy White
assured her. (more…)

Rosa stood at the edge of the dusty road and gazed
off into the distance. The unforgiving South Texas
sun baked the landscape and buildings, and brought
out beads of perspiration on Rosa’s arms and forehead.
She had no idea why she continued waiting by the road
each afternoon, Jimmy wasn’t coming home. Not today,
not tomorrow, not ever. The slender, young woman
turned to see Pablito, a young pitbull, standing in
her shadow. She wiped her forehead with the back of
her hand, and brushed back her long, dark hair.

“Come on cachorrito,” she said to the dog, “it’s too
hot today, let’s go in the house.”

Rosa had given Jimmy the dog for his birthday about
a year and a half earlier; she noticed how much he had
always admired pitbulls that belonged to his friends.
Whenever he saw people walking them on the street, he
would remark that he was “gonna get me one of those
dogs.” Rosa smiled briefly as she remembered the
expression of utter delight on Jimmy’s face when she
had plopped the fat, gold-and-black brindled puppy into
his lap. It was Jimmy’s twenty-first birthday, and his
friend Pablo had stopped over with a couple of six-
packs to help him celebrate. Pablo offered beers to
Jimmy and Rosa, and spotted the pup in Jimmy’s lap.

“Hey, you guys got a puppy! What kind is it?” (more…)

I’ll try my hand at story telling, although I don’t think I’m all that great at it. Let me know what you think, and how I can make the stories better. I have other experiences I can talk about. This takes place way back in the last century, before the internet, and even before personal computers.
I was working on a hog farm right after I got out of high school. In a rural area, farm work was about all there was.
I was out feeding the sows and boar one day and noticed that I was short the boar and two sows. They didn’t come when I called them, so I went to find out where they were. I figured they had found a hole in the fence and were out in the field.
When I got behind the barn, I found them. The boar was trying to breed one of the sows. I say trying to, because every time he would mount the sow, the other sow would mount him. As I said, I had just gotten out of school, and lived in a rural area, so seeing the boar being mounted by a sow while he was trying to breed another one was a big turn on for me.
I went behind the sow that was disturbing the boar and looked at her nice pink pussy. It was nice and fat and ready for breeding. I was behind the barn, so I couldn’t be seen. I started to play with the sow’s pussy, just feeling it up on the out side at first to see what she would do. (more…)

Hi. My name is eriel; I’m a 40 something straight woman. I date men on a regular basis, but I have had steady k9 lovers for more than 15 years. Currently, I live with Beau (a frisky 6 yr old male springer-spaniel)and Nina, a loving and still spry 9yr old chow-spitz mix. I have active vigorous and thoroughly satisfying sex several times a week with both Beau and Nina. She loves my vibrating massager and always has fantastic orgasms when I use it on her(it works well for me too!). I am very comfortable with my sexuality and zooie lifestyle; I feel I’m in control and it makes my life less complicated.Anyway the story below is how I realized my true passion.

I grew up in a surburban north-central New Jersey town, and after high school I lived at home and worked locally. I was a normal kid, much the same as my school chums. Living at home was necessary, but emotionally stifling; so as soon as I could I struck out on my own and moved to Hoboken.

After a series of disastrous boyfriend/roommate arrangements, I eventually found myself rooming with Regina a girl my own age with a similar background. Regina became(and still is)my closest friend. Regina was a fiesty, cleverly quirky girl that could hold her own in any situation. She didn’t take crap from anybody and because of this she was always quitting or getting fired from her jobs. (more…)

Sister Myriam was driving the convent station wagon to take
her pet, Buster, a full blood German Shepherd, to the vet’s for
his annual checkup. She was unfortunately distracted at a critical
intersection by some of Buster’s antics in the back seat. Buster was
not a very good passenger; he despised the noisy smelly automobiles
and they always made him very nervous, especially when he was in
one. He let out a howl of panic when a large truck let loose a
blast of its air-horn preparatory to pulling out into traffic.

Sister Myriam looked up at the mirror to check on her
precious pet and, because her attention had wandered, ran a red
light. Her car was hit on the driver’s side of the station wagon
by another truck going at a respectable rate of speed.

Poor Sister Myriam was killed instantly. The wagon came
to a stop on the far side of the intersection, still mated to the
front of the truck. Its radiator had burst and steam and scalding
water obscured the front of the wagon. The body of the wagon was
deformed and the passenger-side rear door had popped open. (more…)

I am the one known as the Trickster. I am also called a thief, a scavenger, a devil and a killer. I am universally feared and loathed by all but others of my kind. I am none of these things, I am merely a survivor. To Humans such as yourself, I am known as Coyote. I have a name of my own, but no Human tongue could ever speak it. Though I am quite the same as my brothers and sisters, I have become very different from them, in that I have lived among Humans now for most of my life. It was not my choice to go and live with humans; I would much rather have continued my wild existence, relying on my strength and instincts to survive. It was completely by accident–or fate–that I came to experience such a drastic change in my life.

It was shortly after dusk during the cold season. A freshly fallen snow covered the tracks of my prey and mostly, though not completely obscured their scent. My pack, then eight strong, had not eaten in several days, and we were beginning to feel the effects of cold and hunger. Parts of a deer carcass left by Human hunters had been there far too long and picked over by too many other scavengers to yield much edible meat or hide. I wandered a short distance from the others to see if I could find some small prey, even a mouse, to ease my hunger. I was in luck! I spotted a rabbit beneath a snow-covered pine branch. It soon saw me as well, and leapt away in a zigzag path. (more…)

It was late, and everyone had already gone to bed. My room was in the far corner of the house, so I knew I wasn’t so apt to be heard by the others; also, it was late at night, so despite my fears, I went and let Sandy into my room. He was a big, beautiful German Shepherd, and very friendly. He had blue eyes, and I really liked him.
It was as I was bolting the door that he began sniffing at me there. I had been fingering myself earlier, and I knew he could probably smell it.
“No, Sandy,” I whispered, trying to push his head away. He insisted, though, and kept trying to smell me there. I kept my nightshirt on, and just got back into bed.
“You can get under the covers with me if you’d like,” I told him, lifting the covers up. It was cold out, I knew, and I wanted him to be comfortable.
He hopped up into bed with me, and I pulled the covers up to his neck. He was half way up me now, his face near my crotch, and he kept trying to sniff me there. With a sigh, I let him, and at first he seemed content to merely stick his snout between my legs, pressing his nose there.
“Oh Sandy!” I said, “you’re getting my nightshirt all wet!” And it was true; the moistness on his nose was smearing all over the crotch of my nightshirt. So, since I didn’t want him to stain it or anything, I lifted it up.
That was that, and he immediately stuck his cold nose right at the same place, snuffling and sniffing and licking. I gasped and lay back, pulling the covers up until they covered his head. He continued licking me, even in the dark.
I was feeling all sweaty and hot again, just the way I did when I rubbed myself there. The covers now up to my neck, I spread my legs apart even farther for him. Settled in between my legs, my knees touching his furry sides, I felt my heart speeding up and I gasped twice, his soft, beautiful snout licking me in my most tender place. I gasped again, the feelings getting better and better, now better than they had ever felt before. I felt like crying, or shouting out. (more…)

i’m 35 yo married guy, bi, and here lately get hot as hell reading looking beastiality pics/movies/stories i see here.
about a month ago i had to go a buddies house to help him out with some things. When i got there, he wasnt there yet, as usualhis brown lab came up to greet me at my car. She is a very friendly girl, when i opened the car door she jumped up and licked my face etc, but kept licking my lips, at first i turned my face, but thought ” i wonder?” i led her to the wooded area behind my buddies house, took my dick out of my fly (hard as hell by now), and offered it to her, to my surprise, she licked it with a passion! By now i had my pants around my ankles and had gotten on my back, just as i thought - she was licking my cock and balls i as jerked off. I got her positioned in like a 69 position, finding her slit, i rubbed it, then slid one finger in, then 2 thingers, all the while she is lapping my dick and starting to pant. Her pussy was getting wet, but i was still wondering if i should try to fuck her, (i have a pretty thick 8 inch dick). But lust took me over, i got up on my kmees, got behind her, and started rubbin my cockhead on her pussy, god it felt good, as i am being gentle entering her, she pushes me in! (more…)

I pushed aside the pile of paperwork and looked at my watch. 11:02 P.M. Damn! Sometimes ‘being your own boss’ isn’t all it’s cracked up to be. You can run your business pretty much the way you want to and all, but the hours are hell! I’m finally making decent money but that’s not all you need for a good family life. My wife left me about a year ago. Ran off with my own brother, no less! Well, no good fretting over that, I’ll end up with an ulcer or worse. Like I’m not headed there already. I grabbed a cold beer from the fridge on my way to the living room and turned on the late news. Might as well see what part of the world blew up today while I was busy.

Nothing much interesting on the news tonight, mostly filler stories and some “what’s going to kill us this week” type of stuff. A commercial came on and I sort of slipped into a daydream… if you can still call it a daydream at 11 P.M. Anyway, I was going to have Maggie over the weekend and it could turn out to be a conjugal visit! Maggie is an Australian shepherd my ex-wife Kim and I had while we were married. She’s a pretty little thing; she has a long, silky white coat with black and blue-gray patches all over and some tan on her legs and face. Her eyes are a clear golden color and like most Aussies, she lacks a tail. Her tail-impaired rear end has a little tuft of fur on it like a rabbit’s, so I nicknamed her “Bunny-butt.” (more…)

I told Amber about the Sasquatch dream when I went down to stay with her over Christmas. It had been a great day, pony-carting in Henry Gresham’s woods with me stark naked despite the cool, damp weather. What with pulling the cart and the application of Amber’s riding whip to my bottom I managed to keep fairly warm, but was still in need of a hot drink when we got inside. Henry made mulled wine and we sat down around a blazing fire, the three of us and Rasputin. Rasputin was a mongrel, half Old English Sheepdog and half Giant Poodle, enormous, very shaggy, black, old and placid. We had let him run alongside the pony-cart all afternoon, which had added a certain subtle something to the fantasy, so that I’d even asked for him not to be taken away when I’d given Amber and Henry oral sex at the end of the pony-carting session.

I’d taken off my harness but hadn’t bothered to dress, just slipping an old bathrobe of Henry’s over my nakedness. It was far too big for me, but warm and soft, making me think of fur and comfort. I told the Sasquatch story as we sipped wine together, Henry smiling and Amber giving the occasional chuckle. She called me a slut at the end and said I was lucky they didn’t hire out gorillas at the zoo or she’d give me to one to teach me a lesson. Henry suggested that the gorilla might not be interested because I wasn’t black and hairy, which started off a discussion about sexual responses in both humans and other animals. (more…)

A pretty mature woman (in the age of 35 - 45) with superb body in lingerie is waiting for her boyfriend in appartments. Stockings & hi-heels. There is warm & soft light, expensive furniture is in the room. She stands begind the mirror, sensivly touching herself. She is so excited & naughty that she even starts to tease her clitorious with hand.

Suddenly a big muscular dog enters the room & put his muddle straight behind her legs, licking her panties wildely. She becomes pale for a second & trying to stop him. In vain - panties are already wet, she is amused by sensations & the color of her face turns from white into red & vise a versa. The dog is sitting near, waving his tale with a hard breathe.

She doesn’t know what to do, because she can’t meet her sweetheart with her current appearance. She is wondering what to do & then she makes her back turned to dog. He is making a jump onto her & she fells onto the bed. Her kneels are on the floor & big muscular dog starts to hump her wildely with fully erected cock. With a few movements he succeeds & ripping his shaft through her panties. They are even teared apart. He is trying to accomodate his body & with a few attempts cut her stockings with claws… (more…)

I am thinking about buying my wife a doggie dildo. I want to try to get her interested in k9 and think that maybe feeling something similar to a dogs cock might make her more curious. I would like to see photos any women might want to share of them pleasuring themselves with these dildos. I would also like to hear some feed back on how they feel compared to the real thing.
Does anyone know of any sites where one can get anatomically correct animal dildos?

Thanks

Norma is a 39 year old wife and mother of two. She lives in a small Nebraska town, where she has lived all her life. Her husband, John, is an avid hunter and fisherman, who works for the county. This is her story.

John’s a good man. Don’t get me wrong. And our marriage has always been stable and secure. In the beginning our love life was as good and any I had heard of. John was very attentive and a good lover, too. But after Billy, our first got old enough to go fishing with his dad, I saw less and less of them both. When Timmy came along, John was still a very good provider, husband and father, but our love life seemed to take a backseat to fishing and hunting. When both the boys were old enough to fish with their father, it seemed like I spent every weekend home alone.

It didn’t bother me, at first, being alone. I had my gardens to keep my happy and busy. But what did bother me was that John seemed to be losing any interest in our love life. I tried wearing sexy nighties, more make up and anything else I could think of the spark his interests. For a while it would work, but then, pretty soon I was a fisherman’s “widow” again. And, you older girls know that when those mid-thirties start knocking at your door they come with a force that will not be ignored….the libido, I mean.

So here I am, pushing past thirty five, really coming into my Prime, so to speak. I’m stuck in a gossipy little town, so I don’t dare even get the little pleasures of knowing that Any man finds me attractive. And I’m feeling really pretty sexy, if you know what I mean. (more…)

I woke up…I felt the cold morning blow in from a barn window…A BARN
WINDOW?! I looked all around me…I was in a horse’s stall,naked before a
might Arabian stallion! The stallion noticed that I had awakened from my
sleep and came over to me slowly. I cowered in the corner covering my head
not wanting to be step- ped on or anything.

“Awake are we?”A Texan like voice said to me.

A tall yet crazy looking Texan in his forties looked into the stall where I
was and looked at me with mean eyes.

“Well boy…you are the first.”

“The first of what?”I asked.

“The first of many to be the slaves of my beloved stallions…you see,it’s
always been my dream to see horses…especially stallions…overthrow
human- kind and dominate them. A small part of my dream is coming true now
that you’re Steel’s slave here.”The Texan man said. (more…)