beastiality stories
“Brrii-iinnng, Brrii-iinnng, Brrii-iinnng, Brrii-iinnng.” “Damn incessant phone,” thought Amy as she pushed her body up from the chair to answer the device. Waddling in route to the phone, she again wondered why she again forgot to have Edward move the phone and its charger to the end table adjacent the chair in which she spent […]
Sixteen year old Mica Ackroyd had a dilemma, he had a video essay on human relation to monkeys due in three days and so far he hadn’t had a single good idea. Then all of a sudden he had a brainstorm and picked up the phone and called his buddy Bryan Wall. Bryan answered. “Hey […]
Introduction Note: the large majority of this is true, names and places changed to protect me and the participants. I was given the name “The Posh Slut” by more than one of my sex partners because I like to dress as if I am going to a classy dinner, or to the theatre. I once […]
Inspired by a newspaper article about an old lady spotted in delicato in her own garden. I heard an anguished yelp alongside a footpath. The wooded area surrounding the ancient but seemingly occupied old house was pretty dense, so I couldn’t see anything immediately. Initially not knowing the area, I had been surprised to see […]
A tumultuous family event finally allowed me to fulfil one of my fantasies or at least test part of one. It became a real happening and I could not imagine it turning out much better than it did. It’s not quite the absolute fantasy, but it has satisfied some of my curiosity, something that will […]
(c) by sheeladogwoman beastforum edition, first published on Dec 29, 2013 as public domain. Chapter One When the Nazis rolled into Paris on June fourteenth, nineteen forty; everyone’s life changed for the worse. To see your beloved country fall to such a mighty war machine with barely a whimper of resistance from the country’s military […]
Go to 1st part “You want me to do what?” Miranda asked, her tone both incredulous and accusatory. Kevin Stallings was used to dealing with temperamental models. He kept his own voice low and reasonable. “Simulated. It will just be simulated. They want something more hardcore than what I’ve shot for the domestic market. Different […]
Chapter One The tourists are oblivious, the authorities ignore it, the city folk have forgotten it, but if you venture top into the hinterland on the second Sunday before Carnival fever strikes the country, you just might see it. A race like no other. A race that even the priests place money on. It makes […]
Sometimes when I’m happy, I sing. Sometimes the words get mixed up and what I sing isn’t what the songwriter wrote. So, with apologies to ABBA, it’s not “Fernando” it’s “My Stallion”. (If you dislike belly riding and/or ABBA you’ll hate this.) With apologies to ABBA and to the tune of “Fernando” »My Stallion« Can […]
Go to 1st part Miranda was on her way to Blaisdell Farms for her second breeding session. This one would be different, as Pruett had explained. “Think of this as your society debut. I know you can handle the shows, Larry tells me your club, performances went well, and I’ve seen you charm VIPs like […]
(c) 2017 by uksnowy Another interesting story I was sent, but written by a person whose English wasn’t their first language. I think it needed publishing in the right place and hope it reads well. The 23 year old Norwegian Ingrid Steerstorme cheered along with the crowd as the horses crossed the two mile finishing […]
(c) 2017 by uksnowy Following two requests for further bestial adventures after my previous story Better Than Boyfriends, which you should read and enjoy first. Here is what I dreamed up. Lara is now a year older and living in a converted barn on the zoo. The elephant thing, while still of interest, but difficult […]
Public belly riding in the USA. This story continues on from where ‘Laura’s Mare‘ ended. Chapter One The finale of the book that changed my life centred on Carnival, specifically the main character achieving her ambition to belly ride with one of the Samba Schools taking part in Carnival. Living in the USA I knew […]
