Beastiality Stories starting with 'j'
Jacking My Dog
... bject: Jacking my Dog There was a time, when I was about 14, when my dog was my one true friend. He was always happy to see me, even when my parents or my human friends preferred I was somewhere else. Bowzer was a cute, happy, clumsy mixed breed--a mutt. I raised him from the time we brought him home from the pet store. I paper trained him, taught him how to fetch and do other tricks. One thing it never occurred to me to teach Bowzer was sex. From the time he could stand up on two legs, he was eagerly humping my leg. Soon enough, he was sniffing my crotch. One time when he was sniffing away, I farted loudly, prompting him to back off for a split second--his ears raised and a curious look on his face. After a moment, he dove back in, inhaling deeply and digging away as if looking for buried treasure. Naive as I was, I had not though of removing my jeans and having him rim me. We both certainly would have enjoyed that! I lay awake thinking about that occurrence all night. A few...
Jacque
... Chapter 1 Jacque wasn't sure how to act around his new Master. He lay beside the fire, reminiscing about the past. Then it was easy. You got up in the morning, got fed, dug a hole to squat over, caught up on the daily gossip, and get ready to pull the sled. Even though he was bigger than most dogs, he wasn't Leader. He didn't want to be Leader. When you're Leader, you have to make sure all the dogs are well, that nobody went "wolf", that Master was happy, lead the sled, and keep everybody in line. That was not too much of a problem. Except for Snooty. Snooty didn't allow anybody to hump him but Master, and Leader; and only after Leader ripped the fur off him, and then only under the tail. Snooty thought he was too good for anybody. Jacque didn't mind it either way. He could play `male' or roll over for another male. Even old Master's huge cock was nice. But old Master very seldom took Jacque into his den. Old Master liked those who howled, and fought. Some howled all...
Jeremiah The Breeder
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Jims Fantasy
... n@hotmail.com> Subject: Jim's fantasy I met Jim by accident on the internet. He had seen my story, read it and decided to drop me an email. He wrote about the subject of the story and that he was very much into the same thing. We began to write some more and it didn't took long for us to get to know each other and of course share the fantasies we had. And ofcourse they involved dogs. It seemed that Jim himself didn't had a dog, but his neigbours did. He told me some stories about him secretly sneaking to the fence, calling the dog when it was outside and how he had his way with the dog. But always the fence had a part in the experience which was a shame. If the two really could have their way, something beautifull could grow. When I read his emails, I began to feel sorry for them both, and I decided to do something about it. I took the keys to my car, called for my own dog, put him in the car and drove to the neiberhood of Jim, without him nowing it. I parked my car a few streets a...
Joker Takes My Cherry
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Just Got Caught
... ysplace@mediaone.net> Subject: Just Got Caught It was a hot day, so when my friend, Nick, came over and asked if I could watch his dog while he ran a couple of errands I quickly agreed. We were sitting in the living room with a couple of drinks when Nick suddenly said he needed another and left for the kitchen. "How about making a bet?" he said as he handed me a huge glass. "Bet? Bet about what?" I asked. He smiled as he sat in the armchair and said, "First, let's decide on what to bet." "Fifty bucks!" I said, somewhat gloatingly, as if I was daring him to even try and stump me. "Fifty bucks!" he said, looking at me and raising his brows a bit. "Fifty bucks. Hmm. The price of a good blowjob, eh!" "Yea!" I quickly answered. "A good blowjob." "Let's just bet on the blowjob instead!" Nick said, wide eyed and smiling. "If you know the answer to this question I'll blow you, but if you don't, you'll blow me. Agreed!" "Ok, shoot." I said, now looking directly at him, listening...