Beastiality

Having been born on a ranch in the west where hunting was as much a part of life as eating. I learned to hunt at an early age. When ever the opportunity presented, I would take my rifle and our German Shepherd bitch we called Gretchen with me.

One warm spring day Gretchen and I went out on our usual hunting excurison, after having hunted for over two hours, both Gretchen and I were warm, there was a small creek that ran through our ranch where it was cooler under the trees. Put my rifle down and leaned back against a tree with my knees bent and spread apart with Gretchen laying on the ground in front of me and I was petting her and scratching her head. I had reached the age of puberty and beginning to know that my cock was for more then just to piss through and having heard the older boys in school talk about jacking-off, un-zipped my jeans and started playing with my cock, when Gretchen raised her head and started licking my cock, it felt so good that unbuttoned my jeans and lower them and my shorts to expose my cock and balls to Gretchen. She continued licking both my cock and balls and my cock became very hard and erect the harder my cock got the more Gretchen would lick. Never in my life had I had such a feeling. Being the first time it took quite awhile for me to ejaculate and when I did I thought the top of my head was going to blow off. Gretchen continued licking all the come off my cock. Needless to say after this first time Gretchen and my hunting trips continued every time I had a chance.

A short time latter Gretchen had come in heat, we had a cyclone fenced kennel we kept her in, but the male dogs can smell a bitch in heat for miles and we had to keep chasing them away. I took Gretchen out of her kennel and we went on one of our hunting excursions, the hunting became less all the time and the trip down by the creek and our favorite tree came quicker and quicker. This time I put my rifle down, set down with my back against the tree and my pants down so Gretchen could lick my cock and balls, which she did, only these she would lick for a few minutes and then turn around with her butt towards me, I could see she was having a discharge from her pussy, she would turn and lick my cock again and then turn her butt towards, after several times of her doing this I realized she was telling me she wanted me to fuck her. I took my pants and shorts off and climb aboard her butt, she even pushed back towards my hard cock and moved her tail to one side to make it easier to shove my cock into her wet pussy. With my arms wrapped around Gretchen in front of her hind legs I shoved my cock completely into her, she hunched her back and pussed back against me as hard as she could as if she was really enjoying my fucking her.

We also raised sheep on the ranch and each spring we always brought the sheep into pens for lambing. We had one ewe we called “old ewe” for the want of a better name, who was sort of a pet. Every time you got close to “old ewe” she would back up to you wanting her butt scratched. One spring Saturday my family had all gone into town. I told them I didn’t want to go as In was going hunting, hunting for Gretchen’s pussy. As we passed the sheep pens there was “old ewe” and her pussy looked inviting, I crawled over the fence and when “old ewe” saw me she came over and backed her butt up to me, I scratched her on the butt and thought to myself this time I was going to surprise her. I took my cock out and climbed aboard her with my hard cock in hand, to my surprise I no more than had the head of my cock in her pussy and she pushed back against me as if in a hurry to get all my meat and when all my cock was in her pussy she hunched her back and moved her pussy back and forth really enjoying my fucking as much as I was. All the time I was fucking “old ewe” Gretchen stood outside the fence and growled. When I finished fucking “old ewe” and crawled back over the fence Gretchen couldn’t wait to go hunting, but instead of hunting first she headed right for the creek and our favorite tree. When we got there she started jumping on me and rubbing her nose into my crotch. I set down with my back against the tree and took my cock out for Gretchen to give it a good licking before I fucked her. However this time she would lick my cock for a few seconds and the turn with her butt towards me, then turn and lick my cock again and turn around with her butt facing me, when my cock was really hard and stiff she even turned her butt and set down on my cock. I knew what she wanted and that was for me to fuck her, when I took my jeans and shorts off and got ready to climb aboard she became so excited she could hardly stand still. When I put my cock to her she hunched up even more than before and wiggled her pussy back and forth to get me to fuck her harder. When I finsished and set down with my back against the tree Gretchen came and layed down with her head between my legs and lick my cock clean. It wasn’t to long until I got my breath and my cock started getting hard again, the harder it got the faster Gretchen would lick it, whenshe hadit real hard she again turned her butt towards me and set down on my cock, this time her pussy was still wet from my previous fucking her, but she wanted me to fuck her again, this time when I jumped her she even hunched more and moved back and forth with more force as if to show me she was a better fuck than “old ewe”. She was jealous of my fucking “old ewe!” After lambing was over we turned the sheep out to pasture and Gretchen and I wolud go hunting over the hills into the sheep pasture and “old ewe” would leave the flock and come to me to have her butt scratched. It became so if Gretchen and I were going near the sheep pasture I had to carry a piece of rope to tie Gretchen up or I knew she would have killed “old ewe”. One day when I thought all the family was gone we went out to the sheep pasture and I tied Gretchen to a post, crawled under the fence when “old ewe” saw me and left the flock and came to me turned her to me, I scratched her on the butt, dropped my jeans and was fucking her real good when Dad came up and caught me, he hadn’t left with the rest of the family he was out repairing fence. Read the rest of this entry »

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. Stumpy managed and oversaw it all with efficiency, and Jeannie quickly understood that she should leave things as they were. Stumpy would be the real manager of the farm-ranch; she would only be the owner. That didn’t mean that she could sit on her tush though; far from it. Jeannie had quickly found that, day in and day out, there was a lot of work for her to do.

And she had done it. She had become a real working owner of a farm-ranch. And as the months went by, she found herself growing more and more attached and connected to the farm; so much so in fact that she wondered how she had ever been happy and fulfilled working in the city.

Now, after six months, she could sit on the porch and feel real pride and accomplishment and, more importantly, contentment. She knew where she belonged: right there, on the farm-ranch….

A dark movement near the barn caught her attention. She looked and saw Stumpy’s dog Buck coming around from the rear of the barn. She watched as he sauntered along. Buck was a big black dog, of uncertain breed, short-haired and stump-tailed. He was husky, bigger than a Doberman; and as Jeannie watched him, a fizzy feeling rippled from the pit of her tummy to her chest and a warm knot formed in her throat. She recalled seeing Buck the day before, or rather watching him as he topped another dog. She had watched as Buck pumped his penis, jamming it hard and fast into the bitch. She recalled that his penis was pink-red and smooth, slick and wet. Read the rest of this entry »

I am 53 years old woman and divorced for fifteen years from a man that I loved but couldn’t stop fucking around on. He always wanted more sex than I gave him and yet I had to go out and get strange men to screw. My shrink told me it was my insecurity with myself that made me do that but in the meantime my great husband left me, remarried, and was very happy. About a year ago his wife died unexpectedly and I went from Arizona to Washington DC to the funeral and to tell him how sad I was for him. What I hoped down deep was to renew our relationship. He invited me and our children to stay at his huge house during the funeral time and when the kids left, I made an excuse to go see someone I knew not to far from him and asked if I could stay with him for a few days when I got back from my friends and before my flight back to Phoenix.

I put a full court press on him to get him to want me to stay with him. Although he was still very sad from what had happened, he had not had any sex in a while and he was horny. I was really counting on this. We had a few drinks about noon time and to cut to the chase, I was giving him the best blow job I knew how, soon after our third drink. I know he loved getting sucked and so I wouldn’t let his cock get out of my mouth. He ended up cumming again, before I let go and I was pretty sure I had got to him. He asked me to stay for a few more days and he agreed to pay for any extra my delay might cost.

He did lay down a few ground rules for my stay. He might want to call a few of his men friends over for some drinks and I was to be the entertainment. I didn’t let on how turned on this made me but reluctantly agreed to his terms. Also, he wanted me to take on three men at a time, meaning that I would be taking a cock up my ass as well as sucking and fucking. When we were married that was a no-no for me. We tried it and it hurt. He told me I had no choice and he would help loosen me up. After giving me an enema to clean me out, he got a nice smelling lotion and put it all over my ass and his hands and tried one, then two, then three fingers in and out of my ass. He then put in four fingers and was opening me so that he could almost put his whole hand up my bottom. I guess I had gotten loose in my old age and I didn’t mind what he was doing. In fact, I was getting hot and started to rub my clit as he fingered my backside and I had a nice quiet orgasm. He replaced his fingers with his fat cock and took my ass cherry some thirty three years after he took my pussy cherry! Now I was ready for anything. He reminded me that he would always consider me a slut after what I did to him and would treat me accordingly. I didn’t tell him but being treated that way was just what I wanted. Read the rest of this entry »

Hi I am going to tell you about my life growing up from the age of twelve years old to present time.

My family consists of my father and mother and a sister who was four years older. We shared the same bedroom so had very few secrets between us. Her name was Susan but every one called her Sue.

I didn’t know much about sex until I had my first period and my mother told me about the birds and the bees and to be careful around boys as they would want to screw me.

A few weeks after my first perion I came home from school early one afternoon and my mother was not home and as I was about to enter my bedroom I noticed thru the crack in the door and stopped and was surprised to see Sue laying on her bed with her legs pulled up and spread wide apart and she was moving a candle in and out of her slit. I was so surprised and just stood there watching her until she started raising her hips and was pushing the candle farther and farther in to her slit and then she sort of shuddered and shook and then lay there resting and then she pulled the candle out of he slit.

I didn’t want her to know that I had seen her pleasure herself so quietly went into the bathroom and shut the door. I waited a few minutes and then came out and went into the bedroom where my sistr was changing clothes. I didn’t tell her I had seen her pleasuring herself.

After Sue left I found the candle she had used to stick in her slit and took off my panties and lay on my bed and started shoving the candle in to my slit. After I had about an inch into my slit it hurt and wondered how Sue could have gotten so much in her slit. I kept working the candle in and out of my slit and it felt very good and I guess I got too excited and shoved too much of the cnadle into my slit and I hurt my self and pulled the candle out nd there was blood on it. I was scared that I had injured my self but was too ashamed to ask my mother or Sue.

It was a few weeks before Sue and I were in our room watching the TV when I asked her about sex. Sue said are you sure you want to know. I told her yes and she got in a drawer and under her clothes she handed me a book and said read this and you will know all you need to know about sex.

I started reading the book and it explained all about sex and the diseases and child birth. Well I guess I got a little excited and started rubbing my slit thru my panties. Sue noticed me rubbing my slit and said why don’t you take your panties off and I will show you how good it feels. Read the rest of this entry »

My name is Katie, and the following happened when I was 18. I had just graduated from high school and had just broken up with my long time boyfriend, Billy. We were a couple all through high school and some people thought that we were going to be married some day. I drove around all evening after Billy broke up with me, and got home around 9. I went straight in the house, and was met at the door by our dog, Mugs. Mugs was a Great Dane that Dad had gotten to protect mom and me when he was away. Mugs seemed to sense that something was wrong and looked at my very sadly with his big brown eyes. I could hear the television coming from the family room, so I knew Mom and Dad were home. I yelled that I was home and was going to bed. Mom called back, “Good night. Love you.” Mugs followed me upstairs to my room.

I needed a shower. I stripped and told Mugs to lay down and be a good boy. I took a nice long hot shower, and came out of my bathroom wearing my silk bath robe. I sat down at my dresser and brushed my hair. Mugs came over and sat next to me, I scratched his head. I then walked over and sat down on my bed, looked at Billy’s picture, and started crying. Mugs came over and rested his head on my lap, comforting me in his own way. I again started scratching his head and began to feel better.

I just laid down on the bed, with my feet still on the floor still crying. I hadn’t noticed, but my robe had fallen open. I felt a little hot breath on my legs and heard some deep breathing. I then felt a big tongue lick my pussy. I jumped, and said, “No, Mugs!” I sat up a little and Mugs was standing between my legs looking at me. He lowered his head and licked my pussy again. It sent a jolt through my body. Billy had eaten me before and I liked it, but Mugs was a dog. I again said, “No, Mugs.” He looked up and went right back to licking my pussy. I could feel myself getting wetter and wetter. I laid back, spread my legs, and let Mugs enjoy himself. It didn’t take long before he brought me to probably one of the best orgasms that I’ve ever had. I had to bite my lip to keep from screaming. When I come, I’m very wet and this felt like I came a gallon. Mugs just kept on licking, with his tongue going into my pussy and hitting my clit every once in awhile, he brought me to another orgasm.

I had to push him away, I couldn’t take a third. He looked a little hurt. So, I called him up on the bed. And then I saw his penis. Billy was no slouch in this category, but Mugs was much bigger. I sat there and just stared at it. It must have been at least 9 inches long and I don’t think I could have gotten my hand around it. It started to go back into its sheath, but I wanted to look at it some more. So, I reached out with my left hand and started stroking it, like I had done many times with Billy. Mugs’s penis started to grow again and the more I stroked it the larger it grew. It grew till I could no longer get my hand around it. He started humping my hand, so I quit. He again looked hurt. Read the rest of this entry »

Kristine was glad that the mad real estate boom that had swept up the coast has skipped her little island. Since she and her husband bought the cottage twenty years ago she had looked at the island as hers and she was the self appointed guardian of it. The development that had carved up the coastal properties on the mainland made little progress thanks to her and her husband’s money.

At 40 Kris was still drop dead gorgeous with looks that just didn’t age. At 5′5 she weighed scarcely 100 pounds, still had golden blonde hair, deep blue eyes, a perfect ass, and even here tits were still perfectly firm B-cups. She worked out religiously and had a tummy you could bounce a quarter off of. She always got a kick out of dropping by her daughter’s high school and watching all those 18 year old boys drool and she always chuckled when she heard some boy mumble MILF under his breath as she walked by.

Today was going to be hot, even on the island. Kris awoke late, but seeing as she was the only one in the cottage now there wasn’t the urgency to get out the door. For twenty years Kris has risen early and snuck off for a swim whenever she could. The cool morning skinny dip was her moment’s peace and even if it was only five or ten minutes it kept her spirits up for the rest of the day. Since her daughter had left for college last month and her husband was going to be in the city for the rest of the month, Kris decided that this August she was going to enjoy herself and stop caring about everyone else around her. Kris even told all her therapy clients that she was going to be gone for the month so don’t call her, she never could figure out why her clients just couldn’t get it together like she could.

Kris grabbed a towel and a few things and struck out down the path to her beach, secure in knowing that everything was in place. She gave a quick look around to make sure there were no lurking kayakers (there were a few on the island, but they steered clear of Kris the bitch ), dropped her towel and clothes and headed for the surf. Read the rest of this entry »

I’ve always been obsessed with cum since the first time I heard about it as
a 7 year old child. I’d gotten a hold of some of those playing cards that
featured close-ups of women with large cocks in their mouths, and they all
either had cum dripping from their lips or were shown with cum spurting into
their open mouths. They always looked like they were ecstatic about it, and
that the cum they were being fed was the most delicious thing they’d ever
eaten.

At that point in my life it wasn’t even sexual, but I wanted to taste cum
myself, and be like the women in the pictures. Read the rest of this entry »

I am 18 years old and my dad is a farmer, I own a horse which I ride and enter into the local gymkhana’s, I also have my own stable which is in a field near to my house and I look after my own horse doing all the feeding, grooming and mucking out, I spend a lot of time there as my mum and dad always seem to busy.  Where the stable is located is very quiet and I don’t get any passers by or visitors, and there has been many a time I have gone there stripped naked, put a blanket down on the hay laid down and made myself cum using my fingers and a dildo that I keep hidden in the stable, I have a nice figure which due to all the exercise I get is nice and trim, I suppose I’m pretty normal as far as sex goes, I am pretty adventurous though and like to try anything once. Read the rest of this entry »