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o This part of my collection offers a very wide variety of o
o stories. They have been submitted by people from all over the o
o world. Also from alt.sex.stories (Newsgroups). There is no o
o particular order other than offering them to you in alpha- o
o betical directories. o
o I don’t believe in categorizing things. "I don’t want to o
o be typed therefore I don’t type things myself." I think it’s o
o a lot more fun to browse around and find 'little' surprises o
o that you might not have even thought of looking for. o
o Lest we forget!!! This story was produced as adult en- o
o tertainment and should not be read by minors. Kristen Becker o
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Bringing Up Baby (f/reptile)
by Anonymous (c) 1991
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I suppose I should tell you that I am not like most people. It's
not that I look any different than your ordinary teenaged female,
or that I make statements with my hair, or that I've been arrest-
ed.
The one fact that moves me far from the madding crowd is that I
fuck animals. I first discovered the joy of bestiality when I
was ten or eleven. I was a shy, quiet girl living in Shaker
Heights, Ohio, where my father was an accountant for a Big Six
firm. My mother worked as a receptionist for the local cable
company. I had a small pet snake called 'Coily' and who would
sometimes escape and hide under the dresser.
One night I was laying on my bed when I got an idea. I suppose
at the time that I wasn't thinking too much, just doing what came
naturally. I went into my bathroom (one of the benefits from
being an only child) and got the jar of Vaseline. I kissed Coily
and I rubbed the jelly over the lower half of his body. I then
took off my sweatpants and squatted. He was placid but when I
finally broke off the tip of his tail trying to insert him into
my ass, he started to really move and coil-up. But I was more
than a little determined. After a few minutes of the most in-
tense pleasure, I was able to insert about five inches inside me.
Coily was probably pissed at me for having broken his tail and he
was most likely bleeding but I didn't care. I used one hand to
keep him inside my ass and the other to force his head into my
vagina. I was so proud of myself for having discovered what I
was certain was the World's First Living Double Headed Dildo!
But more importantly I had discovered what Dorothy found to be
true in the Wizard of Oz (my favorite movie): that when looking
for your heart's desire, you needn't look any farther than your
own backyard. Or in my case, your room...
I eventually talked my dad into getting a small golden retriever
that I named Joe. Joe was a a very happy, hyperkinetic dog but
that was all going to change. One night when my parents were out
at one of dad's company dinners, I attempted what would become a
lifelong occupation. I got a jar of Skippy peanut butter from
the kitchen cabinet and called Joe into my room. Then I locked
the door and took off my clothes. Joe was sitting on the floor
only a few feet from me but it was obvious what he wanted. So I
spread open my legs and wiped the peanut butter (thank goodness
Mom doesn't buy Crunchy) on my already wet vagina. Then I set-
tled back into the corner of the room and made small whimpering
sounds as if I were in pain. He tilted his head in that adorable
way dogs do and walked toward me VERY cautiously. When he was
close enough I placed both hands on his head and guided it gently
toward his (and my) reward.
Absolutely unbelievable...
I've had some incredible experiences in my life, but nothing, and
I mean nothing, compared to this. Joe was at once gentle and
determined. He must have been aware that he was pleasing me
because even after the peanut butter was gone he continued lick-
ing in those exotic circular motions that only the most experi-
enced of my father's friends knew how to do. By the time he
finished I'd had THREE thunderous, life-affirming orgasms; those
"whole being" orgasms they talk about in Tantric Sex books.
Now it was Joe's turn.
I climbed onto the bed, got on my knees and buried my head and
shoulders in the mattress forcing my rump in the air. I knew the
smell of my sex coupled with the sight of me in this position
would be familiar to Joe. One massive leap later and he was on
the bed pumping his bright redness into me. Dogs aren't general-
ly known to be considerate lovers (among those in the know) but
Joe was trying his hardest to wait for my whelp of ecstasy. When
it finally came (and I don't use the term lightly) it was mam-
moth. I'm trying not to be trite but I don't want to minimize
the experience either: I became one with God. It was truly as
if God, himself were thrusting the universe's collective penis
into me. There was light everywhere...
Reveling in my own selfish ecstasy I had neglected to notice Joe
sitting in the corner, whimpering, with the two most swollen
balls I'd ever seen. I don't believe in cruelty to animals so I
crawled over to him (not being able to walk) and laid him on his
back. His legs parted naturally and his quivering red thing
found its way into my mouth.
Here is one area where humans have it over dogs. I formed a
tight seal around it and sucked gently in and out until a load of
sticky paste gushed past my tonsils.
One interesting side note: dogs make the EXACT same noise as men
when they come. Sort of a low, guttural growling noise which
suggests pain though you know the opposite to be true. Trust me,
I'm twenty now and I've been with enough members of both species
to know.
Also, thanks to the miracle of computer networking, I have found
a group of people who love animals as much as I do. There are so
many different people: students, housewives, professionals, a
journalist for the Plain Dealer. Tonight we are supposed to sic
a goat on several of the women members.
I can hardly wait.