extreme beastiality

He'd heard all kinds of little anecdotes about dogs and people together. Little tidbits of information, sometimes a joke, sometimes a short story, sometimes told increduously, sometimes just matter of fact. All of them had something interesting about them.
Sometimes it was just who the person was that made it exciting, sometimes the situation, and maybe it was the location, or any number of things that slightly differed from what he considered normal. The more he heard, the more he knew that it wasn't nearly as uncommon as people would have him believe. He was starting to think that there was no such thing as 'normal', that everyone was different, and had different ideas about what was right and wrong.
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This is my first story ever, I hope you like!

Christmas Eve and Hilarys longs legs were spread out along the floor, wrapping her Christmas gifts between them while her large rottie who they had gotten from a stud dog, was sitting beside her and begging her to play, "Brutus, no! I have wrapping to get finished and then we can play." She pushed the dogs head away from her and continued to wrap the gifts for her boyfriend and family.
Finally finishing, she stood up and brushed herself off, fixing the skirt that she had on and begining to arrange the gifts she had under the tree. Brutus seeing that she had stood up and began to move around took this as play time and dropped the ball at her feet, "Aughh! Not now! I have to water the tree first and then I promise, we'll play." Walking out into the kitchen, she got the two liter bottle and filled it with water before heading back into the living room, getting on her knees and pushing gifts out of the way to get to the tree and Brutus once again dropping his ball beside her, picking it up, she tossed it across the living room and the dog quickly went chasing after it and she crawled under the tree more to finish watering the tree. The dog coming back up behind her dropped the ball, sniffing slightly at the air and following the smell of wet pussy and beginning to stick his nose at her pussy. Hilary let out a loud gasp and tried to push him away as the water continued to spill into the trees holder, "BRUTUS NO!!!" yelling and hoping to scare him away but it was no use, the dog had moved his tongue out and was lapping at her juices. "Brutus get away from me!!!" Trying to back up and get out from the tree but when she did Brutus pushed his head forward to keep her in posisition. As she tried to fight off the feelings of his tongue, his dick began to grow and poke out of its sheath, and thats when he jumped up onto her back, beginning to hump his hips forward to find her hole. She began to cry, trying to fight him off but he was too heavy for her small frame. Finally his dick hit the spot and shoved forward into her, making her scream out and cry harder, the pain shooting through her whole body as he began to hump at her once again. It wasn't long before his drive to shove his knot into her took over and her tiny pussy just wouldn't let him in. Brutus pulled his hips back and slammed forward, lodging half of his knot into her and humped forward in the same motion once again, finally getting all of it into her, making her scream out in pain as she was stretched, almost to the point of ripping her very small pussy. His short strokes began, working inot her harder, the tip of his dick slamming against her cervix each time and finally pushing into her, there was no way they would be untied by the time her boyfriend got home. Hilary was now just sobbing, letting Brutus finish and he gave a small yip when he began to cum, filling her up with his hot seed and trying to pull back and pulling her back with him. After a few more unsucessful pulls, he finally turned butt to butt with her, her sobbing face being out in the open to the living room now. She heard the keys in the door and looked up before hiding her face, Brutus still tied to her as her boyfriend opened the door.
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My girlfriend Becka and I had been drinking at my place for a couple of hours when we decided to look at some porn online. She is 5’7’’ or so, long black hair, brown eyes 36B cup, a shaven pussy and very, very sexy. We surfed from site to site looking at our favorite kinky fetishes getting hornier and hornier. I had my hand up Becka’s skirt rubbing her pussy through her panties feeling her get wetter and wetter as I rubbed her. Finally, she stood up slid her wet panties off, and told me to take off my clothes.
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Hey everyone, this is my first story so you've been warned.
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Chapter 1.
Claire woke up to a bright light in her eyes. She saw rock posters, clothes strewn about the room and lots of computers. The last thing she remembered was that party at her friend's dorm room. "What the hell!, she thought, Where am i?" Lying next to Claire, was a sleeping guy. This guy could have been a model. He had perfectly sculpted muscles, black, wavy, shoulder-length hair, and judging from the tent between his legs, quite the package.
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~-This is a story about me and a stray female hound dog-~

It was about 11:30 at night, and I was sitting on my back porch drinking some Captain Morgan’s Rum. I had a pretty good buzz on, and didn’t have any care in the world. I took another sip and out of the night a good sized hound dog jumped up on the porch. I nearly spilled my liquor all over myself because she startled me. I started to laugh and then called her over to me. She obediently came to me, and let me pet her soft fur. She was fair sized, and had very cute floppy ears. I went inside to get her a piece of pot roast that I had had a couple nights before, and of course, to also poor myself another drink.
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Chapter 5: I returned to the room about an hour later to find her wrapped in a towel lying on our host’s bed. I moved closer to the bed and got a glimpse of her bare pussy under the folds of the towel. She was naked and asleep. I left the room, turning out the lights and returned downstairs.
Not finding the host I asked several of the guests if they had seen him. They all said no. I then decided on a whim to take another look in on my wife. As I approached the room I heard a slight moaning from the room. I figured she had woken up. I silently pushed the door open and received quite a shock. There was my wife, on her back, legs spread, appearing to be sleeping or waking up from a deep sleep with our hosts face buried in her shaven pussy. She moaned and grabbed his head pulling it into her pussy more, trying to force him to suck her flowing juices.
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It happened early one morning. I woke up extremely horny.
As I lay there half awake and half asleep I reached down
and started stroking my pussy. I kicked the blankets off
so I could explore every inch of my naked body. Well, one
touch of my finger and my love juices started flowing. I
probed deep into my love hole and pulled my fingers out
to get a taste. That's when TJ, my 3 « year old Rat
Terrier, licked my pussy!

He always sleeps with me and has never done anything like
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My 20th Birthday

My husband/master, Pete, has 2 Chesapeakes, Germanicus and Tiberius. The first time that he let
them fuck me was 5 years ago on my 20th birthday. I had been acting bitchy all morning because
I wanted him to take me out that night, but Pete had just gotten back from 3 weeks on the road
the night before, and wanted to relax for a couple of days. Pete doesn't put up with me at all
when I get like that. Before I even knew what was happening, he had pulled me out of the house,
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Chapter 6: The Dane tried to jump onto her but she was too high for him to mount. Our host returned and yelled at him to stand and the large Dane left the room. Then the host walked over to my wife’s backside and poured warm oil all over her ass, legs, back, etc. It poured all over her and the bed until her entire body was covered in thick oil from head to toe. Every crack was well lubed. Then he left the room.
He returned a few minutes later with the two girls. They were now dressed in leather and carried small riding crops. One stood on one side of my wife and the other one on the other side. They each took turns whacking her tiny ass with the riding crop making my wife cry out and leaving welts on her. Then they left the room.
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Disclamer: All persons referred to in this story were 18 or older when being talked about here. If you do not like things of this nature, back out of here and do not read this story. Thank you for any and all comments.

Maybe My Dad Was One

What can I say other than “It is my thoughts that my Dad may have been a Zoophile”. I say, “May have been,” due to the fact that he is deceased, and has been since ‘74. I really do think that this is so due to several things and indicators.
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