Is Beastiality a fantasy in many peoples lives??

It is good to hear O/others who have had these experinces and fantasies.

i myself fantizsized about bestility for a long time (due to i was brought up on a farm partly i think). Yet, never thought it would become a reality until i was collared by one Dom who was always finding new ways to humiliate me.

Remember, i was brought up by a Domme, and during my younger years being trained as a slave (non-sexual, non-consestual) i was taught no was not an option as a slave. So, when my new Dom decided bestility was going to be a part of our relationship i did not know no was an option.

It only lasted a year, and I only had a dog lick me (front and back) to orgasm (several times in one "setting"). But, i knew of other slaves who gave dogs blow jobs and fingered female dogs.

Since i realized no was an option and subs are as much in control of what happens as the Dom/mes I have not again done bestility. i have read stories and fantaisized about watching it happen, but never wanted it where i was concerned again.

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Originally Posted by charlestudor

most of this seems to be between females and animals. i have fantasies about doing it with animals as a male. either sucking them off, or fucking them. heard that in olden times, shepherds would place a sheep's head in wagon wheel to hold it still and then fuck like mad. any other males out there with these fantasies?

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LOL!

I would have tht. that if the sheep enjoyed it, then that's a bit 'OTT' However, not a lot of difference to us being put in stocks. And we rarely have a choice about that.

Here's a little story that, being as i love being pregnant, made me think of other animals in a more lenient light.
(Hubby, in the unlikely event you ever read this. Don't get wrong idea. lol)





Pregnant with Puppies
by Anonymous Author

Marcie couldn't believe it. School
was out for summer and had been for only a week and
her period was late. What really troubled Marcie was
that she was a virgin. At least technically. She didn't
count doing it with her black lab. And she KNEW he
couldn't get her pregnant.

Laying in bed, she thought back to how it had first
started. She had been doing her homework and playing
with her pussy when Roscoe, the family dog, stuck his
nose between her knees.

"Don't do that Roscoe, your nose is cold," she and she
had laughed.

Then he licked her sensitive pussy with his rough
tongue and Marcie had felt a different sensation.
Pulling down her panties and slipping her dress up
around her slender waist, she had leaned back and shut
her eyes while the black lab continued to stroke her
pussy with his tongue.

Only a moment before she would never have let a dog
do something like this to her, but Oh God! Something
was happening! She'd never made herself this wet
before.

Then Roscoe's tongue flicked her virgin clit and
Marcie could hardly muffle her screams of pleasure as
she experienced the first orgasm given to her by
someone other than herself.

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A week later, both her parents had left the farm to go
to a Grange meeting and Marcie found herself on all
fours as Roscoe moved his big doggie dick in and out
of her as she moved her hips back and forth. It had
hurt a little at first when the dog took her virginity,
but after that all she had felt was pleasure.

This time when her orgasm came, Marcie didn't hold back
her cries of pleasure when the Roscoe shot wave after
wave of his white doggy-cum into her overheated pussy.

Being a farm girl and knowing about most aspects of
mating and breeding Marcie was used to seeing the
animals doing it, but now she was doing it herself
and she couldn't seem to get enough. Almost every time
the folks left the place she went and got good old
Roscoe.

They'd been doing it almost every night for two months,
now her period was late. "It can't be. I can't be
pregnant," she told herself.

But a week later she woke up feeling so sick she hardly
made it to the bathroom before throwing up. Her mother
told her she had caught the summer flu but Marcie was
beginning to think differently.

Soon her small breasts were tender to the touch and
when her dad was in the barn or fields and her mom was
at work all she wanted to do was sleep.

At the beginning of July, the black Lab had just
finished cumming in Marcie's pussy when she noticed
how hard her stomach was. A week later she couldn't
close any of her jeans or shorts without a safety pin.

Standing naked in front of the bathroom mirror, Marcie
saw the tiny bulge in her lower belly. "Oh God! I'm
going to have a baby, or puppies...or something," she
said to herself.

Over the next few weeks Marcie couldn't control her
ravenous appetite. Before long her belly had grown so
large that she looked about six months pregnant even
though only a few weeks had passed. She couldn't fit
in any of her own clothes and had gone to the attic
to find some of her brother's old sweatpants with draw
string waists and taken some of her dad's old T-shirts.

The hardest part was not letting her parents see her
condition. They were both very busy and she stayed in
her room a lot. Laying in bed with a pillow tucked
under her aching back, she rubbed her big swollen
belly as she felt the movement from inside. "Oh God,
this can't be happening," she said to herself.

By the beginning of August, the fourteen-year-old
looked nine months pregnant. Her normally tiny breasts
were filled with milk and her tremendous tummy was
well rounded and hard with a line running down the
middle, broken only by her pushed out belly button.
It was so hard to walk without a waddle and she always
had to go to the bathroom.

Whatever she was carrying inside her was like an
anchor, she could hardly get out of bed or stand up
after sitting down. At night she'd lay on her side
with her mammoth mound resting against the sheet.

The movements coming from inside her were so strong
and she felt so very pregnant. She knew something had
to happen soon, but at fourteen, she wasn't sure what.
Her back was really aching one night when she went to
bed, but that was nothing new. It was pitch black a
few hours later when a powerful, belly hardening
contraction woke her from her restless sleep.

"Oh God, it's happening! I'm in labor," she whispered
to Roscoe who always slept on the floor beside her.
She'd hoped she'd be alone when it happened but her
parents were sleeping right down the hall.

Quietly she gathered found her sweatpants and bent
over her mammoth mound to slip her feet through the
leg holes. Another contraction came and she clutched
her gigantic rock-hard stomach and bit her lip to keep
from moaning. Slipping on a T-shirt she made her way
downstairs in darkness, stopping only in the kitchen
when another powerful cramp hit. She was halfway to
the barn when a contraction came so strong that she
couldn't stand any longer.

Dropping to a crouch, she suddenly felt something pop
inside her. The crotch of her sweatpants was soaked.
Her water had broken. Clutching her tremendous laboring
stomach with one hand and rubbing her aching back with
the other, Marcie finally made it to the barn.

Her dad always kept a light on, so she didn't have any
trouble finding the towels he kept there to wash his
hands. Taking an armful, she found a pile of soft hay
to lay down in. For the next hour the contractions kept
getting closer and stronger and Marcie, who was now
soaked with sweat, cried out with each one.

"It hurts...oh God it hurts," she whispered. About
3:30 in the morning the contractions changed. Marcie
felt an urgent need to push whatever was inside her
out. Pressing her bare feet against the straw covered
cement floor, she laced her fingers at the base of her
big pregnant belly and pulled back until she could
feel something entering her canal.

Wrapping her hands around the backs of her bent knees,
Marcie grunted as she pushed again and again until she
could feel a head pressing against her dilated opening.
When the next contraction hit, the laboring fourteen-
year-old bore down and a perfectly formed puppy pushed
out of her.

"Oh precious, you are so cute," she said before the
next contraction hit. There was another one. Gritting
her teeth, Marcie pushed again as a second puppy slid
out of her. She was still getting her breath when her
uterus contracted. "Oh God! Not again," she moaned.

Placing her hands on her still slightly swollen
stomach, Marcie doubled over, grunting as she pushed
a third puppy out into the world.

When she was sure it wasn't going to happen again,
Marcie made her way painfully back to bed where she
slept until noon. She was stiff when she went down
to find her dad in the kitchen.

"Guess what honey, someone abandoned a litter of
puppies in the barn. They sure are cute little
buggers. I fed them some milk. Do you want to take
care of them?" he asked.

"Sure, I'll love them like my own babies," she
answered him with a smile.

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Please keep this story, and all erotic stories out of
the hands of children. They should be outside playing
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Should you be so disposed that you get tickled by the mental image of a helpless swooned passive female character in the clutches of... well... something, try this nicely sinister tale.

Edgar Allan Poe: The Murders in the Rue Morgue
Story codes: ?/f+, bloody murder

The detective is Monsieur C. Auguste Dupin, an early predecessor of Sherlock Holmes whose methods may have inspired the more widely known creation of Arthur Conan Doyle's mind. Get Poe's works in any library, or, rather less pleasurable to the eye but complete too, download the etext here.

And if you found that mental image interesting, certain denizens of the southern hemisphere may soon have something for you. (If you wish to read the story, don't look here before you have read it. ;) )
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Men who dress up as wild beasts? Why not, if it's for a masquerade party. Capital idea. Exquisite. Excellent sport. Right?

Edgar Allan Poe: Hop Frog
Story codes: M+/mf, MF/m+, humiliation, size, animal play, bondage, torture, multiple assassination

To be found in print, or here.

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Originally Posted by charlestudor

i was also interested in fantasies that men have being fucked by animals.

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Here is another one. If you don’t mind the ornate style, check out what Lady Rozsaka does when she’s displeased with her bodyguard-cum-love slave.

Maureen Lycaon: Taltros
Story codes: F/m, M/m, humiliation, bondage, S/M, toys, exhibition, bestiality, romantic

http://members.vclart.net/Maureen/index2.html

I think it is a reality for many, many people. and the appeal (to me) is to experience the essence of animalistic behavior. sure, to a male dog it is sheer instinct. and there is some question as to whether approaching a female dog constitutes rape. but from the male-dog-to-female-human perspective... that utter abandon and base "get it done now" drive that animals have is intoxicating. that, and the idea of experiencing the knot and a long tie... yeah... it's a fantasy, but one I wouldn't mind working on bringing to the real world!!