beastiality stories
© by Grandpa Jack As a school teacher, I was out of a job every summer, so I took one helping to operate a hog-raising operation. I soon wished that I had taken the job sooner than I did! I suppose that there was a time when farm animal breeding was a “Let nature have […]
(c) 2017 by uksnowy Over the years I receive a lot of stories for correction, re-writing or improving. I am happy to do so and don’t accept all, some are just too crap or unbelievable. This is one I had a go at. I was raised on a farm in Dorset England. Our farm was […]
(c) 2017 by uksnowy I had been to my Grandma’s farm many times before. Mostly in the summer to combat the loneliness for both of us. Every morning we went out and to feed the chickens and pigs, check on the cattle, and just make sure that everything was in good general order. For an […]
(c) 2008 by pirogoth29 When I was eighteen I was, like many inner city, single-parent kids, a high school drop out, and in some trouble with the law. I owe a debt of gratitute for turning my life around to my parole officer at the time, Tom. Tom told me of a couple in his […]
(c) 2010 by cattlebreeder I was raised on a farm in Wisconsin. Our farm was a typical farm that had cows, bulls, pigs’ etc. I was fourteen at the time and it was one of our typical summers on the farm. Hot and dry as usual. My job was to go down to the hog […]
(c) by Wifarmboy I could smell the stench of the hogs as I approached in the darkness. Soon I found myself standing near the fence that separated them from me. I stood quietly as I looked around and listened. I had been to Gina’s farm earlier in the day and knew my way around in […]
(c) 2005 by HairBear58 The job I had at a dinner house included cleaning the bar, dining room and kitchen during the day while it was closed, this place at one time had been a old road side inn in between the small local towns and a stop over for the folks driving between the […]
(c) 2007 by Beee When I was eighteen I was, like many inner city, single-parent kids, a high school drop out, and in some trouble with the law. I owe a debt of gratitude for turning my life around to my parole officer at the time, Tom. Tom told me of a couple in his […]