Beastiality Stories

Caroline Gets Even

by Dirt Man
                “Scotch on the rocks,” Caroline ordered from the gruffly, bald, older black bartender in the empty bar, “and make that a double!”

                “Any particular brand?” Asked the fellow in his 40’s leering, trying to look at her cleavage.  It wasn’t everyday one of these gorgeous white business types, probably a lawyer by the cut of her clothes, came into his joint.  She’s got to be about a 37D-22-34 and either lost, or been dumped, he thought, adding ice to a glass, and what kind of moron would dump such a hot looking babe like this?

A Horse Sex Story - Lesbian - Young - Bestiality.

“Oooo … oooo … oooo …” Wendy whimpered as she woke up. She opened her eyes and shuddered as she squeezed her thighs together. “Mmmm.”

She was trembling. The same dream that had filled her nights for months had left her virgin pussy on fire and her panties soaked.

She skimmed her hands under the covers and kneaded her small plump tits through her pajama top. As always, her nipples were swollen and sore.

by gnn2000

A STORY ABOUT A WOMAN FUCKING A HORSE.

I had just gotten a new horse. A problem case, all I could afford at the time. He was a magnificent stallion about five and a half feet tall at the withers with a beautiful black coat. His breeding was sensational but there was only one thing wrong. He was completely wild. When being led he’d rear, pull, and kick and he couldn’t be ridden. I figured if I could tame him I’d be able to make twenty grand on the sale at least.

Sandy had always been interested in horses. She had started taking riding lessons at the age of 14 after seeing a friend of hers in a show. Riding a horse had given her many mixed feelings including the feeling of dominance over a huge and beautiful creature. The occasionally pleasant physical sensations of riding were not lost on her either. The feeling of the saddle pushing the thick crease of her riding britches into her already spread crotch gave her many pleasant memories of what would have been otherwise forgotten riding expeditions. For many years the smell of leather would cause a twitch between her thighs.

Donna loved horses, and often dreamed of riding them far away from her home in the small village. She was from a poor family, one of the countless thousands kept under the feudal thumb of King Edward III of England, and often dreamed of white horses which would whisk her away to a palace along the coast of her imagination.

A horse sex story by Hot2Trot Filly

After being married for several years, enough that the magic was gone, my husband took me to Mexico for a week. The shopping was great, but it was hot and sweaty. As a result, I bought several sundresses to wear and my husband talked me into going without panties. I had never done this, but could not stand them wet. On the third night out, our guide Julio and his wife took us to a club with “live entertainment.”