Beastiality

The dog got up and walked off the porch. Jeannie saw Stumpy coming from around the barn. Buck trotted toward him, and Stumpy halted and chuckled. “Where you been, fella? Been looking for you for two days. Thought the chickens got you.” He chuckled again and said to Jeannie, ” He took off a couple of days ago, ain’t seen hide nor hair of him since. Thought he’d done flew the coop.”

“He’s okay,” Jeannie said. “He’s been here for the past two days.”

Stumpy let out a rasping snort. “Guess he was taking a vacation. Is that it, boy, you wanted a change of scenery.” He ruffled Buck’s head and the dog reared up, placing its paws on his chest.

Jeannie smiled at the sight. Buck looked to be on an even keel with Stumpy. Actually, the dog looked bigger than the man.

Stumpy was in his late fifties, short and compact, wizened and gnarled-looking–hence the name Stumpy. He was grizzled and quite ugly.

Jeannie watched as Buck and Stumpy walked away. She felt no concern. She knew the dog would be back.

The sky had grayed; big billowy clouds had rolled in; a sharp breeze had come swirling in. There was no doubt about it, a major storm was coming. Jeannie commenced preparing for it, which mainly meant going out and leading some animals to shelter. Most of the livestock on the farm-ranch would be taken care of by Stumpy and his crew, but there were some domestic animals Jeannie kept that were her responsibility to take care of.

She proceeded to lead them to shelter. She checked the sky. The thunderheads had piled up; they were dark gray and massive. When the storm did hit, it would be a humdinger, but she estimated it would be a little while before it hit. She had enough time. One by one she led the domestic animals to shelter, till there was only one left to get.

She found the goat grazing in its customary favorite place, near a group of apple trees. She slipped a rope around its neck and tugged. “Come on, Lucifer, there’s a storm coming.” The goat followed her willingly enough, until it halted suddenly and relieved itself. Jeannie waited as it took a long piss. Her eyes were drawn to its underbelly. The goat’s balls hung down, bloated and heavy; its prick was extensive, full and meaty. A warm fizzy feeling ran up Jeannie’s tummy; her heart thumped and a lump formed in her throat.

Damn, but you’re hung, Lucifer, she thought. She led the goat to the barn, the idea of what she was going to do already forming in her mind. By the time she entered the barn, she was breathing hard, her heart almost thudding, and hot flashes were shooting up and down her body.

She pulled a small bale of hay to the goat and then undressed, spreading her jeans and shirt onto the bale. She knelt beside the goat and reached down and palmed its balls, gently caressing them. The goat twitched and frisked. She moved her hand forward from its balls and slowly slid her palm on its prick. The goat chuffed and stamped its hooves. She stroked its cock, marveling at the size and feel of it.

I think you’re ready, she thought.

She lay back on the bale of hay, raised her legs and drew them back, scooted her rump down and reached out for the goat. She clasped its horns and tugged it toward her. The goat suddenly raised its front legs and clambered forward, landing on her. She gasped and groaned at the suddeness of its move and its weight. Before she could catch her breath, the goat was pushing its loins forward, thrusting its dick upon her. Read the rest of this entry »

I am Usha, a young Indian girl. I have had a sheltered life till my 18th year. My parents died when I was 3 years old. My grandmother brought me up in a village some 200 kilometers from Chennai. When this story opens, we had moved to Chennai. My grandmother was a teacher in a school and she had classes throughout the day. This left me free to do as I pleased, provided I remained at home. Sarala, a thirteen year old servant maid was my companion.

One day Sarala came to work carrying a young baby some 18 months old. It was Ram, the son of a visitor to her neighbor’s house. It was quite friendly and not shy of newcomers. I spent time playing with the child. After sometime I went to take a bath. While taking bath, I heard the child cry suddenly. It had fallen down while running about. Sarala took it up and started comforting it. As I came out all was quiet. I was just drying my hair as I came to the place where Sarala was sitting with the child in her lap. She didn’t see me approaching. What I saw was just amazing. She had nestled the child in her arms. She had taken the left breast out and was feeding the child! The child was busy sucking at the nipple that was held up by Sarala between her first and middle fingers. It had latched on firmly to the nipple and was doing vigorous sucking. The cheeks were hollowed indicating forceful sucking. Its white teeth flashed now and then and were a good contrast against Sarala’s jet-black nipple. The child appeared to be making a generous use of its teeth on Sarala’s nipple while chewing it. The room was quiet except for the vigorous suction noise produced by the child’s mouth. The girl had closed the eyes and was enjoying the feeling of being sucked. At times she winced as the child’s sharp teeth sank into her marble-hard nipple in the course of its chewing. But then she made no attempt to stop the suckling process. After a few minutes, she just got hold of her right breast, applied a syrupy paste to her right nipple and was rubbing it against the corners of the child’s mouth. The nipple was shining in sun-light and was quivering with the girl’s excitement about what was going to happen to it. The child promptly switched breast and continued its business with a single track mind. The suction was with such a force that nearly a quarter of the breast vanished between the ravenous lips and teeth of the child.

I was just watching. After 10 minutes of sucking both her nipples showed bite marks on them and they were angry red in color. They were coated with thick saliva and were quite raw. I was sure the girl will have trouble putting on her blouse, as the nipples that were sucked so viciously would then rub against the cloth. The girl did not see me watching her. Suddenly the phone rang and I went to the hall to answer it. It was Sarala’s mother Saraswathi. She wanted her to come to her immediately. I conveyed this message to Sarala, who had removed the child from her breast in the meantime and buttoned up her blouse. She requested me to look after the baby, who was sleeping. She would be back in a few hours time. I assured her that I would look after the child. Now I was alone in the house with the child and I sat down to watch the program in the TV. After 10 minutes the child woke up and came to me. It sat on my lap. I just cuddled it against my chest and continued watching the TV. From the corner of my eyes I noticed that the child was throwing covetous glances at my breasts and licking its lips. I pretended not to notice and was watching the TV. Slowly the child extended its fingers and was touching my right breast and was searching the nipple. I felt terrific. It then pushed its face against my chest. I said nothing and was keeping quiet as if nothing was happening. But my heart was beating in a fast rhythm as I was excited by what was going to come. The child’s lips brushed against my nipples covered by bra and blouse. Even with that cover the child could feel my nipples growing hard and sticking out. It quietly opened its mouth and imprisoned my right nipple, blouse and all. Its saliva started wetting my blouse covering the breast and the nipple could now be made out. The child was sucking and chewing it vigorously in spite of the blouse cover. My excitement grew. I took my right hand to my back, just unhooked my bra, unhooked my blouse, cradled the child’s head in my arms and pressed my nipple to its lips. It looked at me for a moment and without further ado opened its mouth and sucked in my entire areola along with the nipple and started to suck. I looked down and saw the child’s mouth working furiously on my nipple. It had closed its eyes in bliss. My nipple under suction hardened to a marble and was chewed on in a relentless manner by the child. Read the rest of this entry »

 Several years ago, when I was a freshman in High School, something happened to me that I have never felt entirely comfortable with until now. Thanks to other stories I have read recently about bestiality I have been able to come to grips with a dark secret that I’ve held since the spring of 1995.

At the time I was a giggly girl hanging out at the mall with friends and eyeing cute guys, but never daring to venture beyond flirting and the occasional furtive kiss. Although I was a virgin and extremely naive, I was a “well-developed young lady,” as my mother would say. I had long auburn hair I wore in a pony tail down my back, and breasts capped with nipples that stood out half an inch when erect. I mention this because as a freshman in High School, they often caused me much chiding and embarrassment when they protruded from my blouse.

Anyway, one afternoon as I was walking home from school my neighbor called me over to his fence. Mr. Platki was of some Eastern European decsent and spoke with a heavy accent. Read the rest of this entry »

For a moment Sue lay there kind of in a stupor, the slimy oozings still extruding from her now empty vagina.

Alice leaned over to look at her. She smiled seeing her laying there, her flawless breasts still heaving, and a near- gratified look on her lovely flushed face. As a matter of fact, Sue’s entire body was blushing a deep glowing pink.

“Did you like it, Sue?”

“Yah, I’ve forgotten the beginning, and the end, thank goodness. That wasn’t too great. Don’t men have any consideration at all? I have the distinct feeling that he wouldn’t have done anything differently if I had been a plastic dummy. He was so intent on satisfying himself that nothing else mattered. The fact that he might give me pleasure never entered his mind. Most of the time, at least until the very end, I really enjoyed what I was doing to him. That made me feel even better. I never detected any response from that guy except an urge to squirt. Do you suppose I was mistaken?” Read the rest of this entry »

Vanessa was a stunning brunette of 28 with long hair (to her waist) and brilliant green eyes that flashed fire if I went beyond what she was prepared for. I always took that look as a signal to back off and build her up a little more before going ahead with whatever it was I wanted her to do. Her body can only be described as “perfect”. She tended to think of her shape as “too hippy”, but it seemed just right to me. At five feet, one, and 105 pounds, she was certainly petite and her 34- 22-35 figure made her look like a miniature centerfold. In fact, she often got modeling proposals from local agencies and photographers and took a few jobs modeling sports clothes and swimsuits. I always got a big kick out of seeing her in an ad or catalog when I didn’t expect it. Her breasts were full without being too big for her small body and her vagina was as tight as it could be and still allow entry, at least when I first met her. Read the rest of this entry »