Beastiality

It was early summer and my Dad asked me to walk the pasture along the creek and hoe the bull thistles that were invading the pasture. It was a job I hated but the pasture and creek were one of my favorite places to get away from family. I worked my way down one side of the pasture and when I finished, decided I would take a break and mosey on down the neighbors place, following the creek.

I crossed under the bridge where the road spanned the creek and on down to where his pasture opened up into a field. There was a high hill on one side and the trees along the creek on the other affording much privacy. Only in places could you see the road.

As I came up the bank into the pasture, a number of cattle were grazing there. But what astonished me was that the saddle mare was in full, wet heat and a 2 year old bull was trying to mount her. She stood with her tail arched to the side and he tried a number of times to accomplish the task. He simply couldn’t get his cock up that high. But watching him try gave me the boner of the week and it was aching in no time.

I slowly approached the pair. The mare nickered to me as I neared her head and stepped toward me. I petted her along the nose and neck, snorting softly into her nostrils. As I worked back along her side, I pinched her gently but firmly with my thumb and forefinger – ‘nipping’ her as a stallion would. As soon as I did, she swung her rump toward me, tail high, winking mightily and the juices streaming from her. I knew I had to have this beautiful lady. I walked a few feet toward the creek, stopping to talk and nicker at her. She came to me immediately. Slowly I walked to the path that led down to the creek. She stayed right with me. The little bull ambled back to the cows. (more…)

My buddy Clint had this great log cabin where we had partied many times and entertained some rather sexy women in the process. We sat around and talked because it was one of those days that made you stay inside. It was cold and snowing and sitting with a buddy drinking some hard liquor telling dirty jokes and smoking cigars was far more fun the going out in the dead of winter. We remembered the night we swapped our dates and fucked them while in the same bed next to each other. I didn’t think it strange when he commented later that night that I have a nice big cock. The fact was that he did also but my interest that night centered around the slutty girls that we played with.

The more we talked the more we drank and soon got rather buzzed. After a while Clint put a porno video in and we sat and watched and kept drinking. There was little doubt by the bulges in our pants that both of us were turned on by what we say. Without a word Clint unzipped his pants and removed a long thick hard on and started to stroke it. He never looked over at me, he just watched the film and took long slow strokes on that great looking cock of his until I heard him say…. “are you going to join me?” (more…)

I had only just turned 18 and was in the middle of my last year of schooling, I was the typical nerd of my class, I would describe myself as medium height, dark brown should length hair and thick black rimmed glasses.
I got the high grades but wasn’t very popular with the rest of the school kids.

One day I was sitting alone eating lunch like every other day, when this dark shadow cast over me, I looked up to see who it was, It was Katie and her two follows Misty and Clare.
Katie was one of the most popular Girls in our class and the school.

Katie asked if I would like to go over to her house after school and they would give me a make over, and help me look more beautiful and hopefully get some attention from some of the boys at school.
I had seen a lot of movies where the popular girls do the make over on the ugly girls in school for dares etc but I thought screw it, it was worth a risk as there was a boy I was interested in.

After the school bell rang I started walking home when Katie and her posse, caught up to me and reminded me that I was going over to Katie’s place for the make over.
After a short walk we got to Katie’s house and she took me up to her room. They sat me down and started doing my hair up and putting make up on me.
After an hour they had finished and Clare took a picture of me with her digital camera and she made a comment about how she had just got a larger memory card and how she needed to fill it up. (more…)

Jeannie Boyd sat on the porch in the early morning and sipped coffee and looked out over the farm.
My farm, she thought. All mine.
She felt a mixture of emotions: pride, a sense of accomplishment and, most of all, a feeling of contentment and satisfaction. She felt, she knew, that she had made the right choice in coming to the farm and settling down.
It had not been easy.
Six months before, she had been living in the city, pursuing a successful career. Then, fate had stepped in, as it often does. She received the news that her uncle had passed away and left her his farm.
Why her uncle would bequeath her the farm was a question Jeannie couldn’t answer with certainty. She hadn’t been particularly close to her uncle, and she hadn’t lived on a farm for years–not since she had left home after high school. She supposed it had something to do with the fact that she was her uncle’s only living relative.
When Jeannie had arrived at the farm, she had been overwhelmed. It was a medium-sized spread; actually, it was a combination farm and ranch, and Jeannie had thought: No way; no way am I going to be able to manage this. But she had found that it was manageable–thanks to Stumpy. He was a little old wizened bantam rooster of a man, and he had been her uncle’s manager and overseer for decades. And he more than knew his stuff. The farm-ranch was a going concern; crops as well as livestock were produced for market, and a number of workers were employed. (more…)

this is a story about my experience into bestiality. You see I have long been interested in seeing women pleasuring themselves with the use of dogs and other animals. I have always been addicted to sex with females and finding ways that I could aid them in their yearning for sexual satisfaction as well as satisfying my sexual needs.

Well I went to the internet to find out if there were other people out there that had this need. I looked and found that this is a very common sexual practice that takes place but it is looked down upon, so those that practice it have to keep to themselves. With this fact I found a site that people meet on and share their wants and needs and stories. There I found it hard to meet people quickly for the reason that it is against the law in many places. But I found a couple of females that I was able to chat with. From this I began chatting with one in particular. This is where my story begins. (more…)

Even after three weeks the heat of the city bothered me. Marcus, who ran the Middle Eastern end of The Company, told me that it was much more pleasant out in the desert, drier and less humid. That part of my upcoming trip I was looking forward to; spending a weekend in the desert in the traditional nomadic tent of the person The Company was trying to impress (and as a consequence sell several million dollars worth of executive jet aircraft to) was not my idea of how to spend a marvelous time. I kept having visions of dining on.”..ripped out sheep’s eyes…” my fault for listening to all those Souxie and the Banshees records as a student I suppose.

Still, my host, Sheikh Mohammed Hassan Al Bakir, seemed a pleasant enough fellow. I’d first met him at the airfield. I was piloting our flying sales demo model when he’d come forward and asked to take the controls. For someone who wasn’t type rated on executive twins he flew very well, only later I found out that he’d flown fighters for his country’s airforce; indeed it was rumoured that he’d flown during that little contretemps over in Kuwait a couple of years back. Anyway we’d got to talking, I took him through a full power stall and recovery and after we landed he invited me to stay for the weekend.

The Company, needless to say, was utterly delighted that we got along so well. The day before I was due to go I was summoned to Marcus’ office, for a little pep talk on sales procedure I assumed and so I’d got my macho “I’m a pilot not a salesman.” speech all prepared; hell I even wore my Ray-Ban’s in a vain attempt to look like something out of “Top Gun.” The speech wasn’t quite what I’d expected. (more…)

It all started two months ago when I was away from an Internet source of any kind. I went to a farm to help a friend of mine Tom out with breaking Horses to Ride. I then met the horse I was to break, not knowing that she was the meanest horse he owned. Her name is Angel an Appolosa (she doesnt act like one thouge). The first thing I had to do was try to put a saddle on her, it didn’t happen, instead she bit me in the arm. Tom asked “Are you okay David?” I said yes I’ll be fine. So I came down every day after that for a month strate to she her and try to get to know her. Then I was able to saddle her. That is right when things started to heat up, when I fell deeply in love with her, and like wise her to me. The following morning I came down to the barn to see her. I went into the pen with her she greated me with a lite nip on the leg, I then gave her a hug which she was not afraid of. I then left to do the work Tom had asked me to do. I came back that night right before supper to see her, I walked up to her and gave her a kiss on the muzzle, hugged her, and gave her a scratch behind the ear. I came down the day after this time I was greated with a whinny dirrected at me. I then proceeded into the pen when I got in she liked my face (To some that would be a kiss), then turned a walked away five ft. and took a piss right in front of me. At that point I didn’t know what to think until I saw her cunt winking at me. I told her no at first but the aroma of a mare is very strong, my sexual urges over powered me to the point of going to grab a bucket, put it behind her, tare all of my clothes off, climb the bucket, and do her right then and their. (more…)

It was a bright sunny afternoon on the farm and I could hardly wait for evening to arrive. I had plans for after dark as the day began to change into evening my anticipation heightened. Soon it was late in the evening and the sun had gone down for the day, leaving the sky with a purple tint. Dad was in the barn milking cows and I was in the shed working on my truck. I kept looking toward the barn wondering when he was going to be done milking cows.

After an hour or so I heard the milkers being put away and I knew that I soon was be able to enact my long awaited plans. Dad soon came into the shed and told me that he and mom were going out for the evening. Dad walked to the house and after what seem like an eternity he and mom came into the shed getting into the car. As they left, they told me not to stay out here to late.

Now was the time for me to put my awaited plan into action. My excitement heightened as I looked to make sure they were well down the road for the evening. After making sure they were safety gone for the evening I rushed back to the shed turning on the radio to make it look as if I were working in there. I nearly knocked the radio off the bench with excitement as my hand reached the knob.

After making the needed adjustments, I was off. I left the shed and walked into the dim lighting, only to be fully lit now and then by a passing car’s headlamps. My patience was going to pay off very shortly. I walked to the back shed where we raised several young bulls. They were about six months old and were very tame as compared to a full grown adult bull. (more…)

Shhhh! My mother may be asleep, wait out here while I check. “Whispered Shelly to her two male companions.
“Okay.” Carl whispered. Carl Fields grinned knowingly at Greg Sullivan, as the two of them sat down in the darkened hallway outside the Burnside’s front door. They started talking about the exhibition she had just put on. What they had seen in the movie was nothing like what Shelly had just accomplished. They talked about getting a camcorder next time she was over “taking care of the dogs” and make a movie of there own.
‘Man I wish I had a dick the size of one that that Great Dane’s got. Then maybe Shelly would suck me off, just thinking about her sucking on that gigantic thing gives me a hardon.’ Said Carl.
Me too, and man can Shelly ever suck a cock, it looked like she liked sucking that Great Danes cock better than her mother sucked my cock. Maybe she would take him on again. Agreed Greg. Maybe we should have brought him along too?
Yah! ‘Do ya think Shelly’s mother does the same thing?’ Asked Carl.
I don’t know. Said Greg. I sure hope so. All I know is I need to fuck something real soon this jacking off shit is for the birds. Watching Shelly suck on a big dog cock, while Candy sucks me off would be great.
Shelly closed the door, but left it unlocked, so that the two college students could come inside, when she determined that the coast was clear. Kaiser should present no problem to the healthy young individuals in either case, since one was the dog’s trainer and former master, and the other one was at least familiar to him. “All three young people had decided that it would be better if Shelly went in alone first, just to see what the situation was.”
After all, it was about five thirty in the morning, it was the longest that Shelly had ever stayed out on a date in her life. Additionally, it was the first time she had ever done quite what she had done tonight. Although from now on she knew she was not going to be so prudish, as she licked her sex ravished lips tasting the residue of her exotic sexual entertainment. Her well used pussy vibrated with the thought of what she had done with high hopes of doing it again real soon. (more…)

I started my bike ride with one thing on my mind, and that is to suck off my uncles large dog Moses. It seem like it took forever to get there in my high state of anticipation. Moses met me at the front gate and almost knocked me over jumping up slamming his huge paws and his 120 pound frame into me. I walked around casually at first and made sure no one was around. Nope, just woods and a little dirt road. So I walked Moses around to the back just playing with him and showing him attention.

I took him to the back porch and start to pet him slowly on his big head then down his back and his belly until Im rubbing his sheath. I kept rubbing up and down until I could feel something start to grow. The red tip on his penis started to protrude. I kept rubbing hard and grabbing his big balls until half of his member was out. By this time my own hard on was about to bust out my pants, but I didnt want to bust my load so quick. So, I took the tip in my hand and started to slowely stroke Mose’s cock, I spit on my palm to help with lubercation. He started to whimper, and I could feel his dick growing in my wet hand. I started to stroke faster and he began to shoot little strings of precum all over my hand. I couldnt hold back any longer and took out my throbbing cock, and covered it with doggy precum rubbing the slick liquid over the head of my cock and down my shaft. I wanted more so I got down and stuck our cocks together. Our cocks touching felt so good, and his covered mine with more jets of pre-cum. (more…)

With a family of boys, we needed a lot of milk with meals. We had 3 milk cows but two were nearly dry as they had new calves coming in a couple months and this was causing a shortage for the family. So Dad headed to the livestock sale and came home with an older cow but one that was milking heavily.

In that I was the chore boy and had to milk as well as feed the animals, I spent many hours in the barn doing chores, feeding and caring for all the animals. I was a young man and horny beyond words. Yes, I had discovered sex with our old mare and being insatiable, moved on to every other animal that came into season. Mares were/are always my first love and preference.

It only took a few days for the new cow to settle in. She was gentle and friendly and easy to be around. About the 2nd or 3rd day in the pasture, the other cattle came down to the barnyard for water and a snooze in the shade of the trees. She came over to get acquainted and almost immediately one of the other cows mounted her. This brought the bull running and he mounted her and bred her at once. In the matter of an hour or so, he had mated her about 10 times. (more…)

It happened early one morning. I woke up extremely horny.
As I lay there half awake and half asleep I reached down
and started stroking my pussy. I kicked the blankets off
so I could explore every inch of my naked body. Well, one
touch of my finger and my love juices started flowing. I
probed deep into my love hole and pulled my fingers out
to get a taste. That’s when TJ, my 3 « year old Rat
Terrier, licked my pussy!

He always sleeps with me and has never done anything like
that. The smell of my pussy juices must have gotten him
worked up. At first I let the waves of pleasure take me
as his tongue probed my pussy lips. Then I pushed him
away because it made me feel a bit uneasy. The feeling
his warm tongue gave me made my pussy ached for TJ to eat
me out good. He must have read my mind because he went
right back to lapping up my love juices. It felt so good
I spread my legs wide to let him get all he wanted. (more…)

All of this started last week after a guy online sent me a gif of a beautiful woman being fucked by a huge black dog. I was so mesmerized at the thought (this is something I had NEVER thought of before!) and I was so turned on that it was all I could think about for days. Other guys, at my request, I admit, sent me more dog/woman gifs, and that just made me hotter and more anxious to try it for myself. So I made up my mind not to wait any longer.

I called my neighbors and asked if I could take Samson on a walk. I was so excited and nervous as we said good-bye and I started jogging down the street with this huge German shepherd in tow. I took him back to my place and I shut the curtains and blinds. He knows me so he was very relaxed and comfortable. I was wearing running shorts, a tee shirt, and tennies: that all came right off!

I knelt down next to him and began to pet him and talk sweetly to him The more I petted and stroked his fur the more his tail wagged. I kind of pushed him over on his back and began to rub and scratch his belly moving my hands down closer to his cock. (Didn’t want to startle him or anything) He liked it when I started massaging his cock and balls and began to whine softly. He got hard right away and started to extend: very red and wet-looking. (more…)

I had just got divorced and was very depressed. I decided to see a therapist to try and get myself out of this funk. When I arrived at the office I was skeptical that this stuff really worked. But I was determined to get my self straight and move on with life.

After about fifteen minutes in the waiting room the therapist opend her door and asked me into her office. At first sight she was stunning and exactly the type of women I was attracted to. She was blonde, about 5′5″ and had a great body. The only problem was that she reminded me of my ex wife. As I walked through the door I looked her in the eyes and could not look away and either could she. It was one of those moments in life when two people just tune into each other.

Once inside her office we began talking some small talk and went over the ground rules. Basicly there were none. She asked me to honest about everything no matter what it was. She said that she did not judge and that she could only help me if I told her the truth. We talked about my ex wife and how I felt about my divorce. I was broken hearted and was lost in life. I loved my wife but we just did not mesh in the sexual relm. I told my new therapist that my ex wife was the perfect women in every way except for what I wanted sexually. She went throught the laundry list of issues that have caused couples troubles and none of those were on my list. After some prodding she finally got the truth out of me. She looked me in the eyes said that I could tell her anything. So I did. (more…)

Danm whats wrong with this car now I said to my self as it sputtered to a stop. Just great out in the middle of nowhere, Well I’am glad I have a cell phone “What no service” youv’e got to be kidding me. I did see a farmhouse about a half mile back with a light on. I’ll walk back and see if I can use thier phone. Why did I have to wear these danm 3 1/2″ heels today? It is bad enough that my boss wants me to dress sexy with short skirts and tight tops, which I don’t mind I do have a great body so I’m told. But these shoes are killingmy feet.

Finaly after walking for 40 minutes I came to the driveway of the farm. “NO TRESSPASSING & BEWARE OF DOGS the sign at the end of the driveway said. Oh great I thouhgt whats next. I decided to go up anyway what choice did I have?
As I got closer to the house I started to hear dogs barking The next thing I knew ther where three of the meanest looking dogs I have ever seen running straight for me. I just froze and started to tremble with fear not knowing if they would tear me apart. They begain to circl me, and the big gray one that looked like a wolf came right up to me and put his nose up under my skirt. (more…)

It was about 20 years ago, I was living in a tourist room building owned by my cousin and he had a male pit bull. One night after work I went to my room and I had to past trough the living quarters of the dog just beside my room, the dog began to whine and wanted to be with me, so I took him in my room, I had undressed because I wanted to lay on my bed and look at the tv, the dog got in bed with me and went straight to my cock sniffing it, I told him to leave me alone but he insisted and tried to get in my slip with it s nose I got a hard on on the spot so I took my slip off and let him do his thing. He went on it like crazy, he took my cock in it s mouth and started to give me a blow job,wwwwwwwwwwoooooooooowwwwwwww incredible I never had a blow job like that with any human men and women included. (more…)

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 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 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…)

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…)

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 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…)