Archive-name: Bestial/fulfilld.txt Archive-author: Archive-title: Fantasy Fulfilled, A I've had some serious animal fantasies for about 10 years. Unfortunately, being a City Boy, they have been consistently and systematically frustrated. You would think that being alone for an hour or two with a large, furry dog or something would be a regular occurrence, but not having one of my own, I had never been so fortunate. Furthermore, I'm no danger freak, and the stress of trespassing on someone's property for the sake of finding a horse would render me completely sexually dysfunctional. So, for the past decade, I've been a bestialist wannabe, drooling over the many stories that Wolf has told me but never being so lucky myself. That was, until last week. Thanks to the wonders of Usenet, I found someone in my area that was into animals, the one we all know and love as Centaur. We got in touch. We arranged to meet. And, Monday before last, I found myself driving down the freeway *much* faster than my typical, conservative speed... The trip was longer than I had expected; I arrived at Centaur's house about ten minutes late. A large German shepherd greeted me at the door, and snuffled gently in the frosty air. A moment later, the door opened, and Centaur himself appeared at the door, inviting me in. After some introductory conversation, the topic turned naturally to animals. Since I had expressed a particular interest in his dog Salem, he suggested that I let him in. He was a very large, gentle, and friendly dog, exactly the kind I liked. "He loves licking dicks" he said, suggesting that I try this out. I stood up, and the minute I started unbuttoning my shirt, the dog knew exactly what was up. Poor Salem could barely contain himself, he was so horny. It was almost impossible to remove my jeans with him jumping against me and trying to hump my leg. Once I had completely disrobed, I wanted to play with him a bit, but he was absolutely singleminded in his goal. "Mind if I go ahead and let him fuck me?" I asked of my host. "No problem" he replied, seemingly quite interested in the outcome. Having no experience with large dogs, I enquired about the size of his erect cock and knot, worried that his knot might be so big as to split my ass in two. "Oh, it's pretty big", he said, making a circle with his thumb and forefinger not quite touching. "You don't want to let him get it inside you". Somewhat relieved that he didn't have to use both hands in the gesture, it was clear that with my already much-abused asshole, I had little to worry about despite his caution. I got down on my hands and knees, and Salem was on top of me in an instant, madly stabbing his dick in every direction as he sought satisfaction for his burning lust. I tell you, if this dog had been human, I'd have thrown him out and locked the door. I had no idea that any living creature could be so completely uncoordinated. He would manage to enter my asshole initially, but then slide off to one side and repeatedly (and somewhat painfully, I might add) poke my thighs, usually falling off entirely in the process. Then he would stand up, walk in a ritualistic circle around me, and try again, sometimes licking my asshole with his rough tongue before mounting. In the face of such a ridiculous situation, I was in complete hysterics over his brutish clumsiness. It is fortunate that dogs have no pride. Eventually, with some firm guidance, he got his whole dick in, and his knot started swelling inside my ass. Unfortunately, it was only in for a moment before it popped out again and he fell off. His dick was less aesthetic than I had suspected, but a turn-on nonetheless. It was about six inches long, somewhat narrower than a human dick, and thickest in the middle. It had no glans, but a fair bit of extra skin around the end. The knot was about the size and shape of a child's clenched fist - not smooth and round as I had expected, but lumpy and alien looking, more baroque and obscene than anything I had imagined. These initial rounds weren't too successful, and the poor animal was growing ever more sexually frustrated. He was extremely protective of his dick, and didn't like having it touched. So, I figured he'd better cool it for now. I put on my clothes, and the gumboots my host offered me, and we went out to the barn to visit his mare. Nikki, the mare, was inside a shed attached to the barn, and when the Centaur opened the door, she knew exactly what was going to happen. She stepped ahead of me into the barn, and marched right into a wide bay with a few strategically placed mirrors and a feeding bucket at the end. The barn had the ammonia smell of animal piss and wood rot, a fragrance that I normally found disagreeable, but which was extremely erotic in this particular context. A large sow, who apparently only liked getting fucked when in heat, was in a large pen next to the door, grunting noisily. The cold air was hardly noticeable as I removed my completely inappropriate leather jacket and white shirt so that I might get closer the great animal without soiling them. Ron handed me a pail of oats to put in Nikki's feeding bucket, a meal she fell to quickly and with enthusiasm. As I stroked her mane and somewhat muddy hide, Centaur put a long board across the rear of the pen. I moved back and tentatively ran my fingers around her labia and asshole, which induced her to lift her tail up invitingly. Her vagina was surprisingly tight, even to a single finger. Centaur told me that his other mare, currently living elsewhere, had foaled and thus was considerably sloppier; Nikki, however, was a virgin to horse cock and thus still a snug fit. Horses aren't very expressive as animals go, and Nikki hardly responded at all as I slid my dick into her. Her hole was moist, but not so slimy as I had expected. The feeling was foreign, but sensuous and delicious. As I started fucking her, she started to respond with increasing pleasure, milking my dick with her cunt. Periodically, I paused to play with her cunt and asshole with my fingers, at one point sliding my tongue inside. She tasted strange, not very strong, with a distinctly salty and musky flavor. I resumed fucking her, and tried her asshole for a change. It was drier and tighter, but it was difficult to stay in as she worked the muscles so as to push my dick back out. As Centaur wished, I came in her cunt with a quiet but very intense orgasm. She could clearly tell when I was nearing climax, as she pushed back hard onto my dick. After ejaculating, I lay against her hindquarters and slowly worked my slackening dick in and out as she rocked back and forth in sympathy with my movement. Centaur particularly liked fucking horses after someone had already cum inside them, so it was his turn next. He had been fucking horses for fourty years, and pleasured himself with Nikki almost every night; although it had become routine, they both seemed to find great pleasure in it. He shook all over when he came, and stepped down from the board tired but smiling. Centaur had mentioned that it was possible to insert almost all of one's arm into a horse's cunt, and being intensely curious I asked if I might try this. Although the horse didn't require any lubrication for fucking, my hand required a smear of K-Y on her labia. My hand went in easily almost to the wrist, but then encountered a ring of muscle about six inches in. This, however, relaxed in a few moments and the horse easily took my arm up to the elbow. Nikki didn't seem to mind, and at times rocked backwards in encouragement, but would at other times look behind her as if to say "What on Earth are you doing?" My arm stopped just short of the elbow, and I could feel her cervix sticking out at the end of the deep, warm passage. Worn out for the time being, Centaur and I returned to the house, where I showered and admired the welts covering my back where the dog's claws had scratched me. Centaur showed me his two videos involving bestiality. They were bordering on the pathetic; both involved groups of lesbians, eating each other out while making obviously insincere groans and screams. In one video, a dog was brought in, and was variously pushed and pulled around by the disinterested actors. One had to feel sorry for the poor animal. In another, an utterly bored miniature stallion was coerced into fucking - well, rather his dick was used as a dildo - by another pair of equally credible blonde lipstick-lesbians. This video was particularly disappointing, as it could have been much better had the women been more experienced and the horse more aroused. By this time, my libido was starting to stir again, so I called in Salem for another round of rough and uncoordinated sex. I decided to be patient with him, and let him figure things out for himself. I had to shake him off once when he mounted me sideways and attempted to fuck my right ear, but otherwise I let him keep trying. Finally, I managed to grab his knot and hold his dick in, which caused him to relax and slow his wild humping. Looking over my shoulder, he was panting loudly with a glazed look on his eyes; apparently, when dogs get their dicks locked in tight, they settle down and start slowly leaking semen into whatever they happen to be fucking. In the pack-dog style, he then attempted to turn around so as to have his back to me, but it was impossible to keep his dick in me while he struggled to get facing the other way. Eventually, apparently having had enough, he gave up his efforts and curled up on the floor. A trip to the bathroom confirmed that he had deposited about a tablespoon of strong-smelling cum into my slightly sore ass. The fulfillment of a fantasy of ten years left me at something of a loss for words. If I could speak emblematically, I might have said something like this: :-) :-) :-) :-) :-) :-) :-) :-) :-) :-) :-) :-) :-) :-) :-) :-) :-) :-) :-) :-) :-) :-) :-) :-) :-) :-) :-) :-) :-) :-) :-) :-) :-) :-) :-) :-) :-) :-) :-) :-) :-) :-) :-) :-) :-) :-) :-) :-) :-) :-) :-) :-) :-) :-) :-) :-) :-) :-) :-) :-) :-) :-) :-) :-) :-) :-) :-) :-) :-) :-) :-) :-) :-) :-) :-) :-) :-) :-) :-) :-) :-) :-) :-) :-) :-) :-) :-) :-) :-) :-) It was a bit of a disappointment, in fact, to discover in the morning that the claw marks of the previous night had mostly faded away; it had pleased me greatly to wear the tangible signs of my most outrageous deviancy. I'd been fucked by a dog, fucked a horse, and loved both of them. It was exhilarating to have crossed this ultimate threshold; not as a sexually frustrated youth with nothing better to do, but as someone who went with my most outlandish fantasies and had a great time of it. This was a great big "Fuck You" to the world and all its insanity, the ultimate rejection of our erotophobic culture. Typing these words still gives me a thrill: I fuck animals, and I *like* it! If only those welts could last forever... In retrospect, I wonder what our criteria for "normal" really are all about. I watch some of my hetero classmates at the university, with their hopelessly twisted relationships, entrenched in deception and posturing, and reflect on what they could learn from animals. Animals are so straightforward, honest, and sensual; sometimes I feel like Gulliver on his return from the land of the Houyhnhnms, completely fed up with human follies. Kind of makes me wonder why I bother sitting through those long physics lectures. ;-) Since then, I've been over to Centaur's house one more time, and had fun once again with both Nikki and Salem. I could really get into the ritualistic sexuality of dogs, with all that walking around in circles, or the quiet serenity of horses. I don't think that bestiality is a Really Big Thing in my life, certainly nothing like my attraction for big, furry men. But it's a Thing nonetheless. A very good thing indeed. --