Beastiality Stories starting with 'p'
Park Pal
... e forest, the less people you would see. And since it was a weekday there would hardly be anyone around anyways. In case I forgot to mention it, I'm a bit of a loner. So after about 45 minutes of walking I'm in the middle of the forest with not a soul around. Or so I thought. As I walked I thought I could hear something following me. I turned and looked around, and from behind me appeared this huge dog. I looked down at him kind of startled, and he quickly began wagging his tail. "Hello there my shaggy friend." And I patted him on the head. My new hiking partner and I resumed our walk and we continued exploring. Me being me, I was looking all around except where I was going and I tripped over a root and fell face first into a huge mud puddle. I was completely covered in thick stinky sludge. "Aw fuck!" I screamed as I pushed myself onto my feet and headed for dry land. I sat down on a stump and looked to see if anyone was around. I was alone, except for my new canine p...
Party Animal
... mail.com Party Animal Hello Marky, The party I mentioned was in N Beach. The house itself was up on a ridge on a hill overlooking the ocean; made a nice view of the bay. The house was owned by a self-proclaimed hair stylist and his partner who always bragged that he only worked one day a week, 48 hours straight. The house was quite large. The living room was like an enormous empty cavern, with only a small table in front of a large couch. There were a few chairs scattered around the couch, but it all seemed quite naked. This little furniture collection formed an intimate audience style arranged before a large projection screen tv that played a normal porno tape, just your regular suck & fuck film. The white carpet was covered with a layer of blankets. Small, "personal" sized cans of Crisco scattered at strategic points of convenience, making certain that a fist was within reach of a good lube job. The group was composed of paired strangers brought together by the hair s...
Peter And The Wolf
... osting of this insignificant contribution. I may post more as I get the time. A Halloween Fairy Tail: Peter and the Wolf. by Ganymede WARNING: This story contains a graphic description of sexual acts between a man, a MINOR boy, and a German Shepherd. It is an experiment for me: first as a short story and not a novel, and second in writing style. I do not condone bestiality, but boy-love is an entirely different matter. If the subject of man/boy/dog sex offends you, if this material is illegal in your place of residence, or if you are under the legal age for such material, do not read further! You have been warned! Read at your own risk! The story is fiction. Any resemblance to any individual, alive or dead, is unfortunate. The dog, however, lives down the street. FINAL WARNING: If you are under the age of 18, if this material is illegal in your place of residence, or if man-boy relationships aren't your thing, then exit now and save yourself from a life of sin! ...
Pig In A Poke
... He urged, wheedled and cajoled me into taking a job as a hired man on their farm, with room and board included, but just at the minimum wage. Well you didn't have to be a rocket scientist, or even a high school graduate, to see that the way things were going I was going to end up in prison or the victim of gang warfare, so I finally agreed to give it a try, although I didn't think I would last a week working on some pig farm. The farm was a smaller operation owned by a Dutch couple. Mr. V_ had had a stroke while seeding his grain. He had lain on the cold dirt for much of the day until he was missed. It looked like he was going to be bedridden for a long time. A neighbouring farmer had agreed to look after the field work for the couple, and Mrs. V_ probably could have handled most of the work in the piggery herself (she was an extremely capable woman) but she spent a lot of time caring for her husband, trying to help him get going again. Tom could not have found better role mod...
Pissing On Ben
... ut the end. I eventually couldnt hold it any more. I headed into the trees, Ben following behind. I pulled out my teenboy cock and let it hang, semi hard. My stream of piss arched out onto the ground. Ben came bounding up to see what I was doing, sniffed the floor, then licked. I took hold of my cock and aimed it near his mouth. He started to lap at my piss, working up towards my cock, till he was licking my cock head as the stream came out, making pee spray all over my legs. I moved my cock, aiming my stream at Ben's head, the piss soaked into his black hair on his face, then dribbled down to drop onto the floor. Looking down on his piss soaked head, my cock got rock hard. I started to wank myself off. Ben came closer to me and licked at the head of my cock. A shiver passed through me at his touch. I cupped my balls, and sped my pace up. Being a horny teenager it didn't take me long, with the feel of Ben's tongue lapping at my cock head, to shoot my boy spunk out over him, a glob land...
Planet Of The Ape
... ed down the main street waving my shotgun madly in the air. It was another fine, sunny day and as I was the only person left to appreciate it I had come out wearing only sandals and a tiny pair of crisp white shorts that struggled to contain my bulging manhood. My tanned chest and bare arms soaked up the UV rays. Motionless figures watched me with unblinking eyes and plastic disdain from behind the dusty glass of their capitalist tombs. A rather dashing looking figure in a natty blue suite caught my eye, he seemed to be mocking me with his arrogant stance and manufactured good looks so I casually took aim with my boom stick and fired a single shot. My bullet shattered the glass and blew his head clean off. Another mannequin had met his match in me - my total was now an impressive 786! God, it felt good to be the last man alive! I was on a shopping expedition that day. Normally I didn't like to leave the grounds of my mansion. I had everything I needed there - food, water, power an...
Police Bitch
... of the Institute remembering all those years I spent there in art school. Deciding to drive the old route back home like old times and perhaps even stop at that delightful little dinner at the halfway point. For five years I had driven this road and I was amazed at how much had changed from what I remembered. Before the toll road there were restaurants, filling stations, and all kinds of quaint little shops. Now it was just miles of empty building that once were businesses and closed filling stations. I was getting so sleepy I could barely stay awake. I passed the building that once held the dinner and it had a closed sign on it, From the looks of the sign it had been closed for years. Slowing and pulling into the dinner's weed choked parking lot I just had to get a little shut eye. Unbuttoning my jeans and pulling out my cock and stroking it I dialed into some soft music. I planed on just getting a few minutes of sleep and then I would leave. With that soft m...
Power Of The Penis
... t to write more, so it is much appreciated. I've been fortunate to have some very positive and almost humbling comments on my writing. Who would have thought I got my start writing about animal sex on Nifty? Mostly I just write very conversationally, pretty much from a personal perspective (first person, I think they call it). I hope that comes through as well as I craft a story around a personal fantasy. Love is a wonderful thing, isn't it? But lust can be an awesome thing, as well. Love is the gentle caress, the caring that is shared between whoever the two of you are. But LUST ... lust is that awesome hard banging you get when somebody is pretty much in it for THEIR pleasure first, and the rest is up to you. Animal sex is a lot like lust. I like lust. Maybe its just a guy thing. Of course, we're so different from the gals out there, who want to connect on an emotional level. That has its place, to be sure. But guys are just so visual. Hell, I remember that when I was ...
Prince And Princess
... ready for some human relationship, but I thought that a pet might be nice to have around. My wife and I had cats for many years until she passed away, and I didn't think that I wanted to have a feline in the house reminding me of Holly. I decided to try a dog, and was about to adopt one from the local animal shelter, when, on the spur of the moment, I happened to telephone an old friend of mine who bred German Shepherds. He said that he might have the answer for my search, and told me to take a drive to the kennel. I rode out the following week, and Tommy showed me two of the most beautiful and friendly pups that I had ever seen. They were a one-year-old brother and sister who he was going to put to sleep if he couldn't find someone to buy them. It seems that that the bitch was not of exact show-quality color, and so could not be shown or bred. Just after he was weaned, her brother had a bout with some type of canine virus that had rendered him sterile. He was not impo...
Pumping With Charley 1
... __________________________________________________________________ No Midwestern farm is complete without the faithful farm dog. He's usually a mixed breed that was abandoned as a pup by the roadside. People think that the kindly farmer will take it in and it will live a long, happy life on the farm. Occasionally that's true. Charley was a lucky pup. He was found in the road ditch when he was just a newly weaned puppy. He's grown into a beautiful black Lab/Pointer mix. His smooth black coat glistens in the sunshine and the large white patch on his chest makes it appear that he's wearing a tuxedo. He's a large, powerful animal with muscles that ripple beneath his coat. It seems unfair that he should be so buff without even trying. He does his job proudly, protecting the homestead from unwelcome visitors and killing an occasional racoon, which is considered vermin here on the farm. I've always admired Charley's package, and wondered what it would be like to have him mount me....
Pumping With Charley 2
... ------------------------------------------------------- It was midnight on the in-law's farm and I was having a hard time falling asleep. When this happens to me I can only do one thing..... lift weights. I kissed my wife goodbye, put on some loose fitting shorts with no underwear, and my favorite muscle tank top. It was a warm evening so my workout clothes were adequate. I grabbed the keys to the F-150 and quietly left the house. As soon as I closed the truck door, I heard Charley jump into the truck bed. When that truck was moving, Charley had to be in it because he enjoyed riding along, his ears flapping in the wind. I made the short trip into town which tends to be deserted at that time of night. I joined the local gym because it afforded me the opportunity to do some heavy lifting several times a week. As with many small town gyms, this one allowed each member a key so that access was truly 24/7. This particular gym is located in the town center at the corner of Mai...
Pumping With Charley 3
... ________________________________________________________________ It was a Sunday evening when the phone rang. We had just finished dinner and were about to view the game film of my nephew's Friday night high school football game. He's a 185lb linebacker who's following in his uncle's footsteps and working on developing his physique at the high school gym. He has the genetic makeup to be a competitive bodybuilder; hopefully he'll have better luck at it than I. It was Luke calling from his cellphone. It had been about three weeks since his mating with Charley at the welding shop behind the gym. "I'm on my way to the Iron Xroads to work on my posing routine", he said. The state fair competition was coming up in about a week so he was seeking my expertise on the subject. "I'd like you to give me some pointers about posing, and I also need a backstage "oiler" if you're interested". After I mentally noted the pun (pointers), I responded without giving it a thought, "Sure Luke, I'd ...
Pumping With Charley 4
... There I was, strapped into a dog fucking station, dog cum dripping out of my ass, Charley sitting nearby cleaning the cum off his still engorged penis, and Luke, pulling away from my sagging dick, a cum-filled condom dangling from it. I'm sure his brain was trying to process what his eyes were showing him. He became very fidgety, and as if nothing had happened said "Luke, some guy couldn't get his key to work; what just happened here?". Luke responded, "Buddy, would you get another key out of my office, give it to him, and come on back so we can explain". "OK", and he was gone. Luke and I looked at each other and said almost in unison, "Holy Shit!", then we burst into laughter. Luke confided that he had enough dirt on Buddy to ruin his reputation and put him out of business, so we had nothing to worry about. It was a small comfort to me because I have a lot to lose if this ever came out. I told Luke that given the size of the erection that was clearly visible in Buddy's sweaty...
Pumping With Charley 5
... o the lane. Buddy was riding shotgun and the Hummer looked like it meant business with it's big, black brushguard on the front and the large red rimmed fog lamps mounted in front of the grill. It had a mean, testosterone-laden aura about it; enough to give you an erection. When you consider that there were two hot bodybuilders inside, you couldn't help but get a woodie. I kissed the family goodbye as the sun started to peak up over the eastern horizon. I went around the back and opened the door to throw in my overnight bag, only to be greeted by Bruno, Buddy's sister's Rottweiller. "Wow", I thought, "I'm gonna get my chance to be Bruno's bitch!". We were heading to the state fairgrounds for the bodybuilding contest that Luke and Buddy entered. I agreed to be their training coach and contest prep guy. They were excited because I have a few years on them, and some experience with posing routines and contest prep. "Hi dudes!", I said as I jumped into the back seat of the H1. "What's Bruno...
Pumping With Charley 6
... finishes in the State Fair bodybuilding competition. There was playful teasing between Luke and Buddy; each one claiming that he had the real first place physique. In my mind, they were both deserving of first place, for each of them is massive, weighing in at 220 lbs. and 223 lbs., respectively. Buddy has slightly more bulk, but Luke is really "cut", showing every muscle and fiber with probably no more than 6% body fat. His upper body is as if sculptured by Michealangelo, with the classic "V" taper that takes his 52" chest down to a 32" waist. His lats spread like bat wings when he does the lat spread pose I taught him. I'm of the opinion that the judges were blown away by it, and it was the pose that put him over the top. Buddy has legs like tree trunks. His quads jut out like anacondas caught under his skin, and his glutes are so tight that his butt cheeks are round and hard as rocks. Seeing them in bed together is like a dream come true; then throw in a horny Rottweiller, a...
Pumping With Charley 7
... emory. The boys have been so busy with their bodybuilding careers that I've not spent much time at home; I've been on the road with those two brutes as they comptete around the country. We've spent our days working out for a show, only to spend the evening three-way fucking ourselves to sleep. Those two young bucks have taught me a thing or two about group sex. It is comforting to know that we can all enjoy the pleasures of the flesh without worrying about STD's. Those boys are as pure as the driven snow; the only thing they care about is sculpting their bodies and having sex with me and our dogs. They are both away at a competition I could not attend due to a family committment, so I was thinking about them and getting that pleasant tingle between my legs. My ass throbbed as I thought of both Luke and Buddy ramming their thick cocks into me. I could not stand it any longer, so I went outside and whistled for Charley. He came running out of the cornfield and jumped up to lick ...