extreme beastiality

This is one of my favourite stories. It has proved to be very popular where ever it has appeared and has produced lots of comment. I really enjoyed writing this one, I think it tells.
I hope you enjoy this effort to entertain. Your comments are the only reward an author gets and is more valuable than money.
Buffy is from the upper classes of the UK. She has very definite ideas about what it is she wants to do on film.

Buffy.

My dotage was not so far advanced that I couldn’t get the old boy to polish up quite nicely into some semblance of erectile muscle and throbbing gristle. Occasionally, he would even put out for me and eject a thin stream of jism, but it needed the stimulant of my past life to get him going these days. As had become a habit of mine, I had been reviewing some of the old footage of films we had made. Robbie was long gone now; the abuse of narcotics and booze had caught up with him. But, we made some films all right!
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I've been into bestiality… since the mid80s. There've been times I've owned a dog [once a shepherd, another time a dane] and long stretches between when I haven't… there've been exquisitely frantic and high energy relationships with girls who do dogs and others which have been very vanilla. But I'm still a beasty at heart [one without a dog at the moment, unfortunately]

Years and years ago, I knew a couple of girls into dogs. So with a couple of other people into the whole thing, we threw a 'party' for this one girl.
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Bill and I had just returned from our honeymoon when his parents were killed in a car accident on the freeway. After every thing was settled, Bill inherited his parents three bedroom house that was only 2 years old and out on the edge of town.

Bill and I had been staying at my apartment until he got all of his parents things settled with his brother who lived in a large city and cared less about things in his home town.

Bill and I had no time to be together long enough to have sex, or else we were both too tired to even think about it, but we had a lot when on our honey moon and in fact so much that my vulva got sore. One day when it rained we stayed in our motel and had sex 5 times one day..
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It was a warm summer evening and u and i decieded to go fishing in the neighbors
pond
we grabbed our poles and threw them in the truck and headed for the
pond. It
was very warm out and the fish wasn't bitten like we thought they would
be.
So we decieded to build a fire and watch the sunset. The fire was
glowing
bright as the sunset over the trees. We was still hot and sweaty so we
decieded to take all our cloths off and sit in the pond. The water was
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Hello everyone,

time to finally stop lurking and contribute to the boards, with a story of my hand, it's a little werewolf/fictional kind of story. First of all, I'll start with a little introduction and I'll write the sequal later on this week. Please tell me how you like it?

My life as a bitch – Part one – Introduction
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I remember the conversation clearly; in fact amidst my college days it stands out as a beacon against the endless cafes and libraries, the endless drink infused evenings, a landscape that all to many students recognise. I had visited friends, as I did most days. There was never any agenda to our gatherings, we drank wine, philosophised, bitched about men, the usual. this time was different, this time we talked about beastiality. I couldnt recall how it came up, most of ur conversations merged into a giant pool of words which we endlessly recycled, the girls reaction was one of outrage and shock, they spoke of sites they had seen, stories they had been told. usually i was in key with my friends, but i felt mounting discomfort as i realised that i felt none of this, in fact i was intrigued, i wanted to know what it might feel like to be with a dog. I was generally thought of as an attractive and intelligent women, set for her Phd course, ready to take on the world, i shouldn’t be thinking like this, should i?
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7th Heaven – The Pleasures of Airport Security Part 1

Author’s note: I started writing this last night after getting hit with some inspiration. I never saw this episode, and barely ever saw the show, but I hope I got the preachy tone down right.

FF, blackmail, F/dog
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Ruthie sighed in frustration. On top of having to arrive at the airport two hours before their flight, they had to take off their shoes while a bomb sniffing dog checked them while in line to have their baggage checked. While airport personal saw it to be efficient to do two things at once, the inevitable bump in the road slowed the process considerably. On top of several elderly people who had trouble bending down to just untie their laces, several other people protested the search on grounds of racial profiling.
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RAMBO.

Or

A day in the life of a sheepdog.

Oh f*** this; Thought Rambo. Rain was hitting him like miniature scythes, bouncing off of his head and back and running into his eyes. A cold wind kept blasting him from any direction it felt like and it was as much as he could do to keep from shivering to bits.

The weather wasn’t the worst of his problems though. The flock of belligerent, bastard sheep that were also f***** off with the rain and cold; just would not do anything he tried to lead them into. A limited vocabulary of understanding after a fashion can be established between a sheep dog and his charges. Currently, he was asking them in as nice as possible a manner, to please go through the gate and into the next field. The sheep, or rather one or two of them who always caused the trouble, were saying in less than a nice way, f*** off! leave us alone!
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By Falchon ?2001

This is a work of fiction. All characters and events portrayed in this story are
fictitious. Any resemblance to real people, animals, societies or incidents is
purely coincidental.

Late 1800's. New York City in winter,
They were on their way home from a jaunt in the park. Milli's thinly gloved
hands were numb with cold and her breath steamed out as she walked Bruce, her
landlady's huge dog.

She only looked away for a moment.
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Hi Alice here

My brother Tim was killed in an accident leaving his widow Emily and their young children. Our children love their Aunt Em and their cousins. Em restarted her career but struggled. At that rate, the insurance proceeds and equity in their home would not last. We have a very large home on acreage in the San Mateo hills so, Jim and I decided to ask Em if she and her family would like to join us. I also asked Em to have a physical by my doctor. I trust Jim but now that there will be another hot pussy in the house, I wanted to be safe.
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