Beastiality

It seems so long ago to be honest, and it has been ten whole years to the day almost. It was just before Christmas 1987 when I was 20 and dating David, but he went by Dave. He was nice enough and all, the family liked him. I was in love with him for sure. Our relationship was going well I thought but not everything was perfect. He would get into moods from time to time that made me question his commitment to me. As Christmas neared that year I was wondering why, during the month of December, he just didn’t seem to call very often.I got a call from Dave on the 23rd that year. Just two days before Christmas. He was wondering if I could meet him downtown. Sure I said where and when, no problem. We met at the appointed spot and time and went to dinner. It was a nice place, but that is all I recall now, as very shortly afterward the meal arrived at the table, Dave dropped the bombshell. He really didn’t have feelings for me as I did for him, and he made that very clear. I cried, he got a bit weepy but was not all choked up. The final blow was about to be thrown up, that he was seeing someone else. I was mortified.

I do not recall much of the trip home on the bus. Stepping off the bus was tough as I was in deep thought about what had happened and was trying to figure out how and or what and when to say something to the family, as they liked him. Does my face show too much, Later that evening I was in the kitchen and mom came in for some reason and she would be the one to notice the face I was wearing “Something wrong dear? Yeah Dave and I are no more long, a couple. He broke it off with me, and I feel terrible Mom. “Oh well dear it happens, You will get over it.”

I forgot to mention that one family member who I did not pay much attention to was interested in how I felt though. His name was Luther, yes “Luther,” he was the family dog and he seemed to know the moment I came home that day, there was something up, he wagged his tail at me when I arrived home but I was not paying attention. It was only later that I put the sequence of events with Luther together so that they could be recounted to you.

My relationship with Luther, who was three at the time, was not good. He seemed to ignore me and I him.

The week between Christmas and New years was tough on me as people were in and out of the house, family and friends and business associated of my parents and a few neighbours and some complete strangers. It seemed like an endless parade of the two-legged type. Since I was not interested in retelling the story, the kitchen and gatherings of girls I avoided like the Titanic. Read the rest of this entry »

I’ll begin this story in the pet store that I own and operate. I had just opened for business two days prior when young Britany came into my store. Just eighteen years old this hot young beauty was absolutely stunning. She stood five foot six inches tall weighing maybe one hundred and fifteen pounds. She stood up on the nicest pair of legs I’d ever seen . Add a perfect heart shaped ass and a set of perky 34B titties and what you have is perfection. Britany was a beauty from head to toe though. Her hair was a very dark reddish brown, her eyes were dark and mysterious. Her button nose and pouty red lips were perfectly shaped and could have only fit on her face. We exchanged pleasentries as she entered the store and I couldn’t help staring as she walked slowly around the store letting her fingers drag across the wires of each cage. She was wearing a white and black checked skirt with a white blouse. She wore white barrets in her hair to hold it back away from her face. To top it all off she was wearing a pair of white and black school shoes with short white socks folded over just above her ankles. I was glad I was behind the counter so she couldn’t see the throbbing bulge in my jeans. I watched her walk completely around the store stopping every so often to look and smile. When she had made a complete tour of the store she stopped and looked at me with a sad face and asked me why I had no puppies for sale. I told her that I have four different dogs but that I kept them in the back. Her eyes lit up and she asked oh! can I see them mister, can I please? I didn’t want her to see the hard-on I was packing so I tried to stall her by saying oh by the way my names Dennis and what might your name be? She stuck out her hand to shake mine saying nice to meet you Dennis my name Britany. I smiled saying nice to meet you to Britany . I then explained to her that I had no puppies, just four big male dogs. I told her I had ordered four puppies but was sent adults. I also explained that adult dogs needed exercise daily and that I had no time to take them out. You could hire me to walk them for you Dennis, today was the last day of school and now I have 3 months off for summer. I asked her to let me think about it over night and to come by around 9:00am tomorrow. She agreed and skipped off towards her home leaving me with a sense of relief. I felt as though I would have died if she had seen how excited she made me.

The next morning at 9:00am sharp the door opened and She was yelling Dennis its me Britany I’m here to walk the dogs. I came in from the back walking a Great Dane. I said ok my dear heres my offer. I will pay you 20 dollars a day to walk each dog for at least an hour each. Her face lit up and she jumped up and down. Oh boy! I got the job I’m so excited . His name is Duke and he minds well but if he should become unruley well just give a tug on the leash, that will remind him who’s boss. Since we have a deal then Britany here you go. Smiling as I gave her the leash I reached out and held the door for them. I watched them walk off down the sidewalk and I couldn`t help thinking how lucky Duke was.

That first day was pretty routine an hour walk for each dog and she collected her money and was off. However I noticed that she started spending more like and hour and a half with each dog and sometimes two hours. My curiousity was getting the better of me so I decided to follow her and Duke on this on particular morning. 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 »

Within a few minutes, they were running their hands all over each other. She trapped his leg between her thighs and rubbed her labia up and down on his leg.

“Put your hands on my breasts,” she said quietly. He complied with trembling fingers, sliding his hands down to her breast, just letting his fingertips rest on them. After a few seconds, he began moving his palms over them, sort of learning their curves and contours. Finally, he pressed them slightly, then cupped them. It was incredibly sensual to her. She felt heat in her belly.

She took his hand and led his fingers to her nipple. She pushed his fingertips the erect tip and compressed them a little. He didn’t need much coaching after that. He grasped the other nipple and began gingerly pinching and pulling them. Each touch and movement sent a lurching spasm through her belly. Her eyes half closed and she smiled. Read the rest of this entry »

I took the job at the farm because of the free room and board and good pay.
I was free for the summer and only needed another few thousand dollars for
fall tuition and this seemed like the place to do it.

‘The farm was about 30 miles out of town, pretty isolated but that meant I
didn’t have any place to spend my money and that worked for me as well.

Michael was the owner, a man about 40 years old. Tall, well built, grey
hair…lived alone… he gave me a bedroom at the top of the stairs, with
its own bathroom…pretty neat setup..

He also was a great cook and the first night and the first breakfast passed
all my food quality expectations by a wide margin.

The first morning, we spent going around the farm and I learned what my
basic chores were. Michael [he told me not to call him Mike] had three
German shepherd males that he said were used in stud service and paid him
quite well. He also had two small stud horses, just a step up from pony size
that were stud fee babies as well. I was told that their care was one of my
top priorities.. Read the rest of this entry »