Beastiality Stories

by Anonymous I have always fantasized about being fucked by a dog after reading a lot of sex stories on the internet.

I have been licked by a dog but I have never been fucked by one. I start to think this must be my chance to get fucked by a dog. So I put my plan into motion, I will get fucked by Buddy if its the last thing I do.

Fulfilment. The end of a journey.

In the months since Michael had moved in, Defor had grown from an adolescent puppy into a fully-grown tub of lard. His liking for doing nothing at all and then sleeping like he had run a marathon after, was taking a toll on his weight. Labrador’s are not noted for there boundless energy, being more like a mobile fur rug most of the time, but Defor was a prize couch potato.

The weight gain was beginning to cause some concern. Breathing for the dog had become laboured where fat restricted the ability to expand his chest properly and so, put pressure on his lungs.

I was washing the dishes while Major was away at work and I casually thought how Major’s birthday was less than two weeks away and I wondered what I might get him. What would he like? Something special, something different. Then it dawned upon me. What if somehow, I could introduce Brutus as my lover, and try to get Major to think it was his idea? It would be more a gift to me more than to him, but how? I put up the last dish and wiped my hands dry, then went into the living room and sat on the couch. I lit a cigarette and began to have fantasies of how I might introduce Brutus as my dog lover to my husband.

I opened the front door and saw Bill, as usual, well dressed in suit, tie, and hat, with Hamlet on his leash. Bill was bisexual and usually preferred teenage boys, which was a little too gay for my taste, but we both shared a passion for watching beautiful women getting fucked and knotted by horny dogs. Bill once told me that he lets Hamlet have the women he does not care to screw. Hamlet was a handsome Great Dane, tall, tan colored, with a sleek coat, and had won awards in several dog shows, but I was content to have a German Shepherd that was a good friend to me and liked fucking women. I said, “Bill, good to see ya. Hey there, Hamlet.” I held out my hand and Hamlet took a few sniffs, taking in not only Brutus’ scent, but the smell of Mary Ann’s pussy. He gave my hand a quick lick. Bill noticed his dog’s reaction as they entered the house and said, “Well, now that you have introduced Hamlet to your house guest, tell me about her.” I gleefully said, “You’ll like this one, she’s not only beautiful, but she’s the stuck-up kind. You’ll see what I mean.” Bill said, “Lead the way.” as he tied Hamlet’s leash to a hook, leaving the in the hallway.

I had just turned 12, and I did tradition. When the kids turn 12 they go to Grandpa Mac’s farm.

When I got there the first thing I did was say hi to Grandpa Mac, and was led to my room. After lunch mom left back home. “Tomorrow I’m going to town for a couple days. You’ll run the farm.”

“how?”

“I’ll show you,” he replied. So the rest of the day he showed me how to feed the animals, clean the pens, and mate the animals. I told him I’ve seen how to mate dogs.

by Abe (Fantasy, Female solo, Bestiality, First Time)

It had been one of those days, you know the ones. That no matter where you look you’re reminded that you are alone: the cute new couple holding hands in the subway, the new parents obsessing over their child as they take turns pushing the stroller, the old couple snuggling on the park bench as they feed the pigeons. And you feel warmed at the initial sight, but almost immediately after that you’re reminded that you don’t have a special someone and an overwhelming sense of loneliness washes over you, permeating the deepest part of you and your heart aches, wishing you could go to your happy place where you feel good no matter what.