extreme beastiality

Jeri laid in the sun in her bright red blini working on her tan. She thought this summer was going to be the funnest summer of her life. Jeri had just graduated from high school last Thursday, plus last week she received a scholarship to the college she wanted to go to. Her parents told that they were so proud of her for all her hard work that this summer was hers to do as she liked. No job, no choirs, just have fun and get ready for college. Jeri was smiling as she feel asleep planning her summer.
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Once again, anonymously posted message without copyright restrictions, I assume it must have been placed in the public domain.

Newsgroups: alt.sex.bestiality
From: [EMAIL REMOVED - USE THE PM SYSTEM]
Organization: Anonymous contact service
Date: Mon, 28 Feb 1994 15:55:19 UTC
Subject: REPOST: Sam and Thunder

Here is the repost, especially requsted by [EMAIL REMOVED - USE THE PM SYSTEM]. Enjoy, I did.

SAMANTHA AND THUNDER
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Well, I thought since I had nothing new in my real life to write about, I'd try my hand at fiction. This story takes place in the mid 1850's on a Georgian plantation… It's a two-parter and a little long. Hope you'll bare with it!

Love and pink rockets!!

Part 1
The Beginning of a Beautiful Friendship

I think now that Jonathan truly did not believe me when I told him about Maxi. He must have thought that my compassion for our help had overtaken my senses, and that I had simply positioned the beast atop myself in an effort to save the negro-worker. But standing here now, with Jonathan's monstrous hand gripping my hair at the scalp, I can see my mistake. Something warm has begun to tickle it's way down my scalp. Blood, I think to myself. The sun is only now fully above the horizon, and it glints off of the warm black barrel of Jonathan's gun. I've been looking at the ground in an effort to spare myself the site of the hung man and the gun-shot dog at this feet. Torturously, my face is forced skyward with a yank from Jonathan's hand. He wants me to see.
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Although I have to say some of this is fiction made nicer for the story, a lot of the stuff here is based on real experiences..The editing has been done mostly in an attempt to make the story, hmm, more enticing? Not sure if it has succeeded, but some of the realism did go with that anyways..Hope to hear some opinions anyways, and we hope you do enjoy the story.

My beautiful wife and I have been married for many years now, we met when I was 23 and she was 20 and now I am 34 and she respectively 31. We have always enjoyed a very exciting sexlife together: Apart from fucking and usual stuff and man and woman do together we have also tried almost all the sextoys available out there, massaging showers, jacuzzi jets, pumping her vagina, some domination games and blindfolds, very large dildos, even fisting for a while at one point. We have had a few threesomes (MFM, FFM) and she has proven to be wonderfully bisexual.
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Hi everyone!

I was looking for this story I had found here,but it seems to have disappeared :/

It was basically this Girl (amber I think)on a plane.
The plane crashes,and she ends up alone on a lost island.
She goes to bathe,and a Tiger starts attacking her,but then a Silverback Gorilla saves her,and screws her.

After that she goes for dolphins,wolves,deer,and the whole gorilla tribe,after the only female gorilla dies.

Anyone knows where it could be?
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To the best of my memory this is how this all got started. When my second child was baptized, we had friends and family out after the church thing. Some stuck around for the afternoon to sit and chat. Latter in the afternoon one of the Godfathers was looking out our front window at our horses. He told us about a web site that had women with horses and dogs. I couldn’t believe it. I said it would never fit. We didn’t have a computer so it went in one ear and out the other.
A year or so latter my husband got a job in anther town. He was making a lot more money but spending a lot of time away from home. We got a computer. It became my best friend. I am not a morning person, so my husband got up with the new baby we had. One morning I found him on the computer looking at the sites we had heard about. I thought it was animal abuse and was repulsed at the fact that he was looking at other women doing these things on the net. We are religious people and I knew it was wrong. He vowed to never do that again. I knew better. I found the occasional clue. I knew he was still into it. After a wile he tried to share his fantasy with me again. The thought of a dog in that way kind of creped me out. He had this whole story put together. It is what I based my first story on it. The fetish kind of faded into past when I told him I would never do it. My husband didn’t say much about it after that and we went on with our lives. My husband was working a lot now he was gone all the time now. He had moved up in the company and was working like 70 hours a week. I was so lonely I could have died. I knew that it was what my husband had to do to provide for our rather large family. But I cried at night I was so lonely for him. He was working a rotating shift so he was gone a lot of nights. We live in the country and have had problems with coyotes taking our turkeys and chickens so we got two Great Pyrenees dogs. A male Named Zeus and a female named Suzie. After Zeus was about a year old he started paying a lot of attention to me. This was also the same time my husband started to work so much. Every time I would go outside he was right at my crotch, sniffing and licking. My husband liked this. He would laugh and say that he wanted me. I laughed it off. One night the kids where in bed and I was in bed ready for the night. I sat n my bed and held a pillow and cried. I was tied of being alone. I love my husband and he loved me but I needed more. There was a scratch at the door. I had forgot to feed the dogs and Zeus was pawing at the door. The female is always chained because she runs off all the time. I got up and went out to feed them. I knew Zeus would be all over me tonight, I was dressed in just a pink satin nightshirt and matching panties. I didn’t feel like getting all dressed just to dump some food out for the dogs, and who would see other than Zeus and he had been begging for a peek for a month. I went out and of coarse as soon as I bent over to feed them Zeus was right at my ass doing his whole sniffing thing. I pushed him away and went back to the house and too my lonely thoughts. I went back to my room and too my crying. After a minute or so there was a scratch at the door. I was pissed. The dogs wouldn’t even let me have any peace. I opened the door and in bounded Zeus. He sat in the middle of the room and looked at me like, aren’t you coming. I was lonely anyway so I let him stay. I cleaned up some of the house while having small talk with him like he was an old friend. I was wide-awake so I decided to watch so TV. I went to the bedroom and turned on the tube so I wouldn’t wake the kids. Zeus sat by the bed as I watched so rerun of a late-night show. Zeus started to wine so I figured he had to go out. I spun to the side of the bed just in time to meet his head. He lapped at me feverishly. I said out loud “All right, you want it so bad you got it.” I spread my legs wide and he was all over me. In an instant my satin panties were soaked. It felt wonderful. I quickly pushed them to the side and let him have me. I was getting so hot so fast I couldn’t believe it. I pulled my knees to my chest and held on for the ride. My orgasm hit me like a rock. My knee slipped and I kicked Zeus in the back, making him yep and run from the room. I called for him to come back but he did not. I sat up in a daze. I couldn’t believe what he had done to me. He came to the door and looked at me. I called to him again. He came over I grabbed his front legs and gave him a hug. He had made me so happy. I pulled him too me, lied back on the bed and kissed him right on the mouth. He was covering me like a fur coat. He started to hump at my nightshirt. I could feel his tool sliding on it. I put my hand under my shirt and closed it on his shaft. He humped my satin clad hand like a jackhammer until a stream of hot jizz soaked it. I was latter to find out this was just precum but I felt better thinking I had brought him off. I couldn’t get the look on his face out of my mind. When he started to cum he held his head strait out. It looked like it felt so good. We repeated this the next four nights, wile I searched the net during the day for more info. He was messing up a lot of my nightclothes but o-well. It wasn’t just that I wanted to get off, that isn’t why I was doing this. I really love my Zeus. I love him a lot like my husband, and just like my husband I had a need to make him as happy as he was making me. I wanted to be his bitch- No I needed to be his bitch. He had sent me though session after session of rolling orgasms. I wanted to f*** him so good it would make him howl. I had seen the rather large knot he had and I knew what he wanted to do with it. Hell I’ve had kids, I knew I could take that. I didn’t know about the length. He was a full eight to the knot that was at least four inches across. On the fifth night I got all done up. He seemed to like it when I was dressed sexy. I put on a black lace garter with matching buster; high heals and black stockings, no panties. I wrapped up in my robe and went to the door to get him. I was shaking when I got to the door. He was waiting there for me. He followed me to me room. The anticipation was killing me. I sat on the bed and let him start. Like always, he went right to it. I didn’t let him go for long. I had a comforter on the floor for us. I got down on my hands and knees and he started to lick again. Before long he reared up and came down on my back. His 160-LB frame was all I could hold. His hot rod spread my lips as it missed its mark. I thought that I would cum on the spot. It was so warm as it ran though my wet lips. He tried again and again but kept missing. I couldn’t lift a hand to help with his weight on me like it was. He reared up again catching his dewclaws in the lace sides of the cups that held my breasts. They dug into the soft skin on the sides of them. The pain was intense. His rod shot forward with the next thrust and hit its mark. Only about four inches slid in before being lodged for going in at the wrong angle. I looked down to see my now exposed erect nipples and the tangled claws to see blood dripping from them. I managed to free the claws some how and he went into over drive. He griped my waist like a vice. He was pounding me so hard I couldn’t believe it. The pain was now not even thought of. I tried to relax by taking a few deep breaths. That let him in even further. The precum was now coming strong, lubing me very well. I could feel his now fully swollen knot beating against me. I was so afraid that he would not be able to get it in me. His hard thrusts were scooting me to the edge of my blanket. I looked between my breasts to see what was going on. The sight was spectacular. I tried to match his thrusts and push back as hard as I could. A long slower thrust from him started to push it in. It might have hurt but I was too amazed at the sight. I pushed back and watched it as it was engulfed into me. My orgasm exploded at that moment. My muscles grabbed a hold of him so tight it was unreal. Wave after wave came over me. I was panting just like a bitch, and now I was his. His thrusts were shorter and more deliberate now. He didn’t want his tie to come lose, not that it could have. I was sailing. I was so happy to finally make him happy. I love him so much. It meant the world to me to tie with him. Then he came with full force. His cock was pushed right into my cervix. The hot spay of his seed rocketed me over the edge again. He filled me for so long, it was great. I felt blotted with his sperm. When he was done he was a good boy and stayed over my back for over twenty minutes. When he finally came free your juices ran every where.
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When Catherine II was running the show in Russia (1785), she managed to annoy the Germans (or was it the Austrians? one of the Teutonic crowd, anyway) by being insufficiently diplomatic. They responded, typically, by spreading a rumour that she, er, enjoyed the carnal knowledge of horses. As Daffy Duck would have said (had he been around at the time), `That, sir, was an inmitigated frabberication!'

Wasn't it.

Catherine pressed her ear against the door for the space of ten heartbeats. Hearing no-one outside, she beckoned to Marie and together they tugged at the large golden doorknob. It took their combined efforts to open the door, which was a massive affair twice as tall as the guards which patrolled the other side. She smiled, beckoned to Marie again and together, they stole out into the bitterly cold evening.
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Your First Meeting with Mistress

I graciously agree to meet you at a restaurant near where you live. I enter the room and approach you. You bow from the waist and softly kiss my offered hand. You come to a upright position again and then hold my chair for me and order me my favorite beverage. After some time of verbal exploration, I finish my drink and I order you to take me to your residence.

Arriving there I command you to give me a proper greeting, and you fall to your knees and kiss the toes of both my feet and stay kneeling with eyes downcast waiting to hear my further wishes. I then order you to stand and to strip so I can inspect my property. You raise and very quickly strip off all your clothing. As you are standing there with your head bowed, I make several passes around you and poking, prodding and rubbing find you acceptable and reaching behind me I pick up your leash attach it to the ring pierced through the head of your penis.
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I have actually posted this in another section, but with not much response. I thought I might re-post it here and see how it goes before I continue. It is actually true with slight artistic embelishment.

I have this fantasy, for a while now, of innocently yet with purpose, transforming my wife into a dog slut. The following is actually true, it is only the ending that becomes fanatasy….

Let me tell you about her. She is quite clever, witty and cunning at times. A joy to spend time with, attentive, loyal and loving. Other times she can be a real bitch, self-centred and selfish….I guess that sums up most women. With her dark golden blonde hair just caressing the top of her firm arse cheeks, straight but with a hint of curl at times, the picture becomes more complete when viewed together with her full, tear drop 32DD breasts. Milky white, with edable nipples, au natural and wonderully set off with any top she wears. Knowing her best asset well, she has over the years become a master at exploiting them. Together with her long slender legs that seem to go forever until they reach her well groomed mound she turns heads wherever she goes. There are things about a natural blonde that can only fully be appreciated by those in the know. Her lips are full, pouting, her nose slightly angular with a hint of a chisled feel and dark eyebrows giving her a distinct french/spanish look even though she is of anglo saxon background. The voice that accompanies her personality is musical, firm, yet at times child like whenever she lets the princess within escape. It is this woman that I wish to see impaled on the end of a rather large, throbing dog cock.
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This is my first story, I apologize for grammar and spelling. I hope you enjoy it!
the good stuff starts at the stars

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My name is concealed by the US government so it cannot be mentioned. Just call me Julia.

The year was 2025. The United States government begins its tests on genetically modifying humans into animals. They plan that if the ice caps do melt or the air becomes too polluted, they can modify US citizens into water dwelling creatures. The government has done many tests before, but the subjects were found to have suffered insanity and ended up being shot or commiting suicide before the experiment was completed. Others just didn't make it through the expensive and dangerous tasks. Thats why I was wary when i heard I would be subject to this experiment. If succesful, they told me, I would be a national hero and would be well off my whole life and under protection. If not, my information would be put into a vault containing the information of other poor souls that didn't make it. That's not what they said exactly, I took away all the sugar-coating.
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