Author: Sterling Title: Beast-iality: Humans Doing Sex Like Different Beasts Summary: Nature presents us with an amazing variety of animals with an amazing variety of life stories. All of them have sex, some way or other. Here are the sexy little stories of humans who have sex the way some species or other does it. Caution! Keywords: MF,mF,cons,reluc,Zoo,ScFi,rough,snuff,gang,beast,preg,p ublic,cannib,caution,violent, NOTICE: This story contains explicit sex. First posted 9/2/2020. I'm always eager for comments, whether good, bad or mixed. Comments to sterling27@live.com. I have written many other stories and they can all be found at /files/Authors/Sterling/ For an index see /files/Authors/Sterling/A%20%20SUBJECT%20INDE X.txt There is a more user-friendly web version of most of my stories from before 2016 here: /files/Authors/Sterlin g/www/ Sterling ============================================================ Beast-iality: Humans Doing Sex Like Different Beasts Species 1 "Hey, Frank, will you have sex with me?" asked Sarah. "Hey, I'm still resting after my afternoon nap. Ask me later..." An hour later... "What about now, Frank?" "OK, OK..." Sarah knelt, sticking her butt up in the air. Both were naked in the warm tropical air. Frank's penis grew to its erect state within a few seconds. He knelt behind her, held her butt in his hands, and pressed forward, his cock tip bumping hard against her butt. But she felt where the bump was and slid her butt to the side so on his next press it found her softer place. With a third thrust his penis went in, with a fourth it went deeper, and with a fifth he started ejaculating. He was done in three seconds, then pulled out and yawned. "Thanks, Frank," she said. "Yeah, when was the last time we did it... three years ago? And that's what started little Rachel?" "Sounds right." "Well, I'm sure you'll come see me in three years when you want another baby." "Sure will." Later, Frank approached his son Bill. He'd had his eye on him for some time now, but now it was time for The Talk. "Hey, Bill." "Yes, dad?" "It's time you took off." "Really? You want me to leave?" "You have to leave." "Why?" "Because you're getting old enough to start fathering babies soon, and all the women here belong to me." "Some of them do look... kind of interesting" "That's exactly why you have to leave. If I see you within twenty miles of here I'll beat you to a pulp." "OK, dad. But I have to just live alone for such a long time. Maybe forever." "Not if you're the biggest and strongest! ... I had to leave my group when I got to be your age. Wandered around for a couple years, ate, got big and strong. And I traveled all over the place, checking out all the bands I could find. Usually nothing doing, but then I found one where I could tell the big man was getting sick. So I hung around the edges. A couple other men did too. When the old one died there were three of us vying to be the new big man. We had a terrific fight. I lost a couple fingers and got these scars here, but I won! Sent the other two packing! And this band was mine!" "Yeah, you've told me this story before..." "And of course I killed all the babies. Your big sister, who you never met. Six others. The women were pissed, of course. But it was my band now. And then one by one the women came into season and I started new babies in all of them. Fifteen now, I think. "Yeah, of course you killed the other guy's babies. And I'll do the same when I get my own band some day." "That's the spirit, son.... Farewell!" "Farewell, Dad." ============================================================ Species 2 "Hey, Suzy, you're coming into heat soon, I can tell. I can smell it," said John. "Yeah, probably. You be willing to fuck me when I do?" "Sure thing, babe." Suzy felt the changes happening inside. The next day, it was time. She found a park bench in the center of town and set up. All the men who got anywhere near her could smell. The smell made their cocks start swelling. She lay down on the bench and spread her legs. The gathering men didn't seem to care much who went first. She was happy to let them sort it out. Seymour was first. She'd never had a penis inside her before, and now Seymour's went right in. It felt pretty good. Stung a little, but it felt right. Very, very right! He fucked in and out for thirty seconds. He groaned and held still. That meant he was ejaculating inside her. When he pulled out, old Dave took his turn. In with the cock, thrusting a while, and then he held still too. More sperm. Then Carl. Then Aaron. Then Zach. Then Fred. Then Eric. When there were no more guys lined up to fuck her, she got up and went looking herself. She had kept careful track of all the ones who'd done it to her. Were there any other males in their village? There was Walter. He was halfway between boy and man, but she sure wanted to give him the chance. "Hey, Walter," she said. "You willing to fuck me?" "Well, OK, never done it before." "It's not very difficult..." She lay back on his bed and spread her legs wide. "There's my pussy. You just stick it in." "Like that?" "Yeah, like that. Then you hump in and out... Yeah, that's right. Then you finish up." Minutes went by. Walter kept fucking. "You're not finishing up?" "I'm just fucking. Feels good, but..." "Keep going as long as you want." After several more minutes, he went a little faster and said, "Aaahhh!", then pulled out. She didn't know if he was faking it, but kind of wondered. "When I have my baby, you remember I let you fuck me." "I'll remember." She went to visit Victor. Victor was old and sick. "Hey, Victor, you wanna fuck me?" "Oh, I dunno..." "Aw, c'mon, please? At least try?" Victor hefted himself up with a groan and made to mount Suzy. She felt him grab her butt and felt him make thrusting motions, but nothing went into her. "Guess I'm not up for it," he said. "Aw, that's OK. But just remember I let you, right? You had the chance?" "Right, I remember." "Hey, Robert." "Yeah, Suzy?" "You wanna fuck me?" "I'm too young to fuck." "You sure? Don't even want to try?" "Nah..." "Well, remember I let you have a turn, OK?" "Yeah, I'll remember." Suzy went through her mental inventory. All the healthy males in the prime of life had smelled her condition and found her and fucked her. She went around to the boys who were just coming into their own to make sure they all had their chance too. And all the old and sick men. But now she was worried because Mark and Oscar were away from the band on an expedition. She sure hoped they'd come back soon. Because it was important that they fuck her. Very important. Finally they got back. Mark was willing to fuck her right away. Oscar was feeling kind of sick, so he didn't right away. Suzy hung around his house all night long. It was important he have his chance. It was important he do it. She was dozing in the living room when she heard him get up at three to use the bathroom. She accosted him on the way back to bed. "Fuck me now, please?" "I'm tired." "But you want to father my baby, right?" "Well, yeah, that's true." "Won't take more than a couple seconds... there, I see your cock getting hard." "Well, OK... Over the sofa in the living room." "Sure, sure..." Suzy bent over the sofa. Oscar mounted from behind and fucked her. Didn't even take ten seconds before he groaned as he spermed her pussy, then staggered back to bed. Suzy went through the list once more... yeah, she'd gotten every man and boy to fuck her. Or at least given them a chance. It was what she wanted to do... it's what her instinct made her do. But she also understood why. A couple years ago, Linda had come into heat. And most of the men had done it to her, and she'd gone around like Suzy and found the boys on the cusp of manhood, and the old men and the sick ones. But there was one guy, Steve. She hated Steve, so she didn't let him fuck her. Her baby was born nine months later, of course, and when he was young he stayed within sight of Linda. But then when he was two he wandered away exploring, the way toddlers do -- and then he was found murdered. Steve. Steve did it. And while everyone was sad, they also figured it was Linda's fault. No woman in heat ever told a man he couldn't fuck her. That was insane. No matter how much you hated him, you could never tell a man to get lost. You had to let him do you and dump his sperm in you. That meant he might be the father of the baby. But if he didn't get a chance, he knew he couldn't possibly be the father, and men had that urge to kill the babies they know they didn't father. No one could blame them, that's just the way they were. It was Linda's fault. ============================================================ Species 3 "Hey, Cathy, you're in season. I can smell it," said Wesley. "Well, duh," said Cathy. "Well, I'm ready to fuck you any time." "I'm sure you are." She was aware of the fucking bench, right in the center of the town square. It's where she'd do it... at some point. Just then Ulysses wandered up. "Hey, Wes, I wanna fuck Cathy. You're a loser. Get lost!" "Them's fighting words, Ulysses." With that he took a hard swing at Ulysses's jaw. Ulysses swung back. Blows were landed. They grappled and rolled on the floor. Cathy looked on with interest. She was figuring Wes would be the daddy, but Ulysses... if he could beat Wes, he was pretty handsome too. Then Wes was on top of Ulysses, who lay face down. And Wes had Ulysses's arm behind his back, twisted. "Give!" he shouted. "No!" said Ulysses, struggling. He couldn't dislodge Wes. Wes yanked on the arm. Ulysses screamed. "Give!" Ulysses hesitated, then said "No!" and struggled again. He actually got partway out of Wes's grasp before Wes had him once more, and twisted his arm up behind him hard. "Give!" Ulysses screamed with pain. It even made Cathy wince. "OK, I give!" shouted Ulysses. Wes got up. Ulysses staggered to his feet. "Wimp!" taunted Wes. "Yeah, yeah, but next time..." Ulysses limped off. Ted was watching from some distance away. "You want the same treatment?" said Wes, striding in his direction. "No, no... I'm outta here," said Ted, quickly hurrying away. So now Wes returned his attention to Cathy. He was strong and handsome. And she knew she'd have to let him do it to her, eventually. But it hurt so much! Not yet. "Come on, baby, you know you gotta do it." "Oh, shut up, Wes," said Cathy. "Starts like this," he said, sidling around behind Cathy and grabbing her hips. "Hey, you mind your manners!" said Cathy, wrestling free and cuffing him. Cathy knew Wes could beat her up easy, make a pulp out of her. But she also knew he didn't want to. He wanted to father her baby. And when he did, he'd feel great and she'd hurt like hell. It pissed her off. She glared at him and lay back on the bench. "That's more like it, baby," leered Wes. He began letting his naked body down on hers, and slid his hands around her neck. "You love this, I know," he said, starting to strangle her. Rage swelled within her. Suddenly she writhed beneath him and threw him off. "Asshole!" Her neck hurt. "Hey, I'm patient," said Wes. "You know you need it." He leered at her again. "Oh, fuck off," said Cathy. She needed to pee, so she went to the bathroom. Wes followed her. "A little privacy, please?" she said. "A little, yeah, but can't let any other man near you...." Cathy peed. "Ah, it's so strong when you pee, the smell. You need it!" Cathy wandered away. Damn him! But she felt that churning inside... stronger now than ever. Cathy glared at him, but she also felt that churning inside her -- that hunger. She was in heat, and she needed to be bred, no matter how much it hurt. Still, it was humiliating, and boy was it uncomfortable. But finally she lay back again, and said, "OK, but don't gloat!" "OK, no gloating," said Wes. Maybe he was still gloating inside, maybe he wasn't, but at least he had the decency not to show it. She let her head back against the bench too, and Wes let himself down on her and put his hands around her neck and started strangling. She was tempted to throw him off once more, but she knew she couldn't. She'd have to let him do it sooner or later. So she lay there, having a lot of trouble breathing, gasping, and then unable to breathe at all. Her vision started going black, but then it cleared, as Wes let up a little. She knew he wouldn't kill her. You can't father a baby with a dead woman. He already had her pinned down below, his strong legs holding her weaker ones apart. She started blacking out again, and once more he loosened his stranglehold. Then she felt it down below. His cock. His cock pressed on her vagina, and pressed again, and then it was inside. Big, thick, thrusting. It was what she needed, but she knew and dreaded what happened next... Big deep thrust, and then the searing pain. Around the base of his cock were spines. Sharp as knives. When his penis went all the way into her vagina, the spines went into Cathy's tender flesh. She would have screamed, but he was still strangling her. But now she knew it was over, she had what she needed, and this was enough! She writhed and struggled under him, and he didn't resist hard. She threw him off, screaming at him. She punched him over and over again. He shielded his face but didn't punch back. He looked awfully pleased with himself, asshole. Her pussy hurt like hell. Looking down, she saw some blood trickling out of the puncture wounds. "You gonna stay mad at me forever?" he said calmly. At least not gloating. "No, I guess not -- asshole." "If that one didn't take, I'll be delighted to be an asshole again..." Oh, God! It might not take, and then she'd have to do it over again. Please, let the sperm do their job! Hopefully he'd strangled her long enough, and come close enough to killing her, and knifed her pussy flesh deep enough with spines... She knew -- they all knew -- that a guy could just put his cock in a little and ejaculate, without the strangling or the stabbing. It wouldn't hurt. But a woman would never get pregnant like that. Without the strangling and the stabbing with the multiple knife-like spines at the base of the penis, women never got pregnant. No one knew why, but that's the way it was. Hopefully she'd have her baby in nine months. Wes would take no special interest in it -- fathers never did. But she felt a little thrill as she thought of him -- he was handsome and powerful. ============================================================ Species 4 Anya was getting excited. She was now sexually mature. Soon it would be time to mate -- the one brief period she would mate in her life. She would store the sperm in her body and it would father her babies for years and years to come. She'd never get more -- she never could get more. In the next hour or so, one or more men would fuck her and dump their sperm. It was always better to get more than less, in case one of the guys was sterile or something. Yet that rarely happened... The men were onto her now, approaching with interest. Men were always around somewhere, but you rarely saw more than one at once -- unless a girl was in heat. Then they gathered. She ran as fast as she could, sprinting, and ended at the lounge chair on the porch. She figured whichever one could run fastest and get to her first should go first. Mostly she felt neutral about men; they were just part of the scenery. But now, at this moment, this first man who reached her was very, very interesting. Handsome and powerful... She lay back, and he eagerly approached, cock twitching. He lay on her and the cock went in. It was novel and thrilling. In and out it went, and it felt really good to her! And then he groaned, and she knew he was pulsing sperm up inside her. Spurt after spurt of the creamy stuff of life, stuff that could last a lifetime inside her. By then a couple other men had arrived, and she looked at their cocks and thought how great it would be to get their sperm contributions too. The man pulled away. "That was great, baby," he said, grinning at her. But suddenly there was blood everywhere. When he pulled away, his cock stayed inside her -- deep inside her, locked in place. It had detached from his body, and now blood was spurting out of him with each beat of his heart, spurting out of the stump where his cock had been attached. "Oh, I want a chance to get at you!" said one of the other men. "Let's get that damned thing out of the way." Anya liked that idea, and she tried reaching down to pull the penis out, but when she tried it hurt. The thing was really attached to her. One of the guys tried pulling too, but that hurt so much she shrieked and pulled away. There was just no way to get that cock out of her. So she sat there staring at the men with the stiff cocks, and staring at the cock that plugged her pussy tight, and staring at the one guy who was now missing his cock, with the blood pulsing out of him. "Did you have to do that?" she asked him. "You're hurting." "Oh, sure, I'm going to die soon." "Couldn't you have just pulled it out?" "Yeah, I coulda," he said. "But then these other guys would be fathering some of your babies too, and I don't want that." "I would've liked a little variety, maybe get to have sex more than once in my life.." "Sorry," said the man, with a wan smile. "That's the way we're made." "Would you have just committed suicide like that too?" she asked the other guys. "Of course, if we could," said the one. The other nodded. "Sometimes the cock doesn't stay in tight like that, then we'd get a chance ourselves, but sure we'd try to leave ours in there too. All guys would." "Well, OK." "Bye now," said the cockless man with a dreamy smile, and then passed out. "So does this thing stay in me forever?" asked Anya. "No, it'll get soft and come out -- just when you're done your time and can't use sperm any more." "Oh, well," she said. Kind of flattering that the guy would kill himself just so he could be the only one to father her babies... Hardly seemed worth it. But the other guys said they would have done the same. No understanding men! So now on to the rest of her life. She'd have babies when the time was right, one every couple years. No more mating required. No more mating possible. Just her body deciding it was time. She and her mother and her sisters, one big family. There would be boys too, of course, but they tended to wander off on their own when they got to be mature and live on their own. And she guessed they waited around for the chance to commit suicide fathering all of some girl's babies. That's what they lived for. ============================================================ Species 5 Bethany lived alone. All people lived alone, because food was so scarce. If more than one person lived in the same square mile or two, the food ran out. The one exception about living alone was the brief time when mothers had their one and only litter of babies. In preparation, they spent their lives trying to put on weight, to get as fat as they could on the food around them. Bethany was fat now. Once her babies were born, her body would convert the fat to milk and they would live off her fat, supplemented of course by what little she could scrounge from the area around her. But the number of her children who survived would be limited entirely by how fat she was. So now she was pretty fat, and she felt restless. Her mother had explained the facts of life to her before she died. At some point she would feel restless, and that meant she was ready to have sex. Hopefully a man would come, drawn by her scent. It might take a while, and sometimes no man ever came at all. He would have sex with her just once, and start her babies. She also described to her how a gentleman should behave, though she'd had trouble believing it. And so now she heard sounds and then -- suddenly, another human! She hadn't seen another human in years, since her mother died and she and her siblings went different directions, never to meet again. And the human was a man. He grinned at her, and she grinned back. She felt hot between the legs, and tossed her robe aside. The man did the same, and there between his legs was the thing men had. She vaguely remembered seeing a thing like that on her one brother, but it was nothing like this. This one was huge, and stiff, and it stuck right out from between his legs. She wanted to get that thing into her, and the man had the same idea. She lay back on her sleeping mat, the man got on top of her, and then she felt the big thing go into her! So surprising, but so right! That's just what she needed up in there. Sperm would shoot out the end of this thing and start her babies. She also felt very hungry. Why would she feel so hungry? The man pumped his penis in and out vigorously for a minute, making moans of pleasure, then gave a really satisfied moan and stopped. "Aaaaaahhh!" said the man. "I've given you all the sperm." "OK, thanks. We done then?" "No, of course not..." Then the man did what her mother said any gentleman would do, he said, "Bite my neck and kill me, then feed on my innards -- suck me dry!" "You're kidding?" "No, I'm not kidding..." "You're gonna just let me kill you?" "I want you to! In fact, I'd be real disappointed if you didn't. I want our babies to live, and they only live if you're really big and fat, and what better way to get big and fat than to eat me up?" "Well... " His neck did look awfully tempting... Her mom said that's what a good father would do, and she was awfully hungry. "Kiss me first," he said, looking at her lovingly. She smiled back at him, and kissed him. Then suddenly she snarled, and sank her teeth into his neck and bit hard. "Oh, that's it, baby! That's what I want... Feels so good.... Mmmmmm...." And then he grew limp on top of her. Dead, she supposed, but she was so hungry, and his body was a whole lot of food! She had been hungry her whole life, and the whole point of life was to eat and eat and eat and try to get fat. The man had been eating too, because he was pretty plump too. Where she had bitten there was fluid -- very tasty fluid. Blood, but not just blood. She drank it up. Drank and drank and drank. She paused to let her stomach adjust to all the calories flowing in, but her stomach seemed ready to get more. So she sucked and sucked on the opening in his neck. It was like his body was turning to liquid inside. It started shrinking. The penis inside her pulled out of her. She pulled away and put the man's corpse on its back and put her mouth back on his neck, sucking and sucking more and more. And then when she'd sucked as hard as she could, there was nothing left of him but a shrunken husk. She felt fatter than ever before. Her babies would have a much better chance! Her mother was right. Her mate had been a true gentleman! She'd have to tell her daughters all about it so they would know what to expect. She figured her sons would know what to do by instinct, and probably she would have known too, even if her mother hadn't told her, but it was nice to know that when she bit into his neck so hard and killed him that was what he really wanted her to do. It was part of the circle of life. ============================================================ Species 6 Katy grew up in the village with lots of other boys and girls. As she got to a certain age, the boys looked interesting in a different way -- really interesting. And the boys looked interested in her and the other girls too. They talked with each other. Sometimes a boy went out with a girl alone and they did things together and talked, to see if they really liked each other. They tried different combinations. Sometimes they kissed and played around and she felt that sexual excitement -- but never sex! That was too dangerous. And then it was arranged. She might have preferred Luke, but Luke had found someone else. But Thomas -- she was going to marry Thomas. So they got married and lived in their own little house. On the wedding night Thomas fucked her. She'd been dreaming about it for a long time, and then she finally got fucked. It hurt a little the first couple times, but that wasn't important. It was great to get fucked. Every time at the end Thomas moaned and groaned, and that meant he was shooting sperm up into her. Thomas went off hunting during the day and sometimes he came home with a big hunk of meat. They shared it with the others but Katy got the best parts. Thomas fucked her every morning and every night, then after a while once a day was enough for him. He only took a break when it was really bloody down there. Then he took a couple days off. To Katy it felt nice down there, and sometimes she kind of wished he'd keep going. They said a woman could feel really good and finish, like the man, but she didn't want to get into that. She wanted Thomas to fuck her just the way he liked best. Pretty soon her belly started growing big -- she was going to have a baby! Some of Thomas's sperm had taken hold. Still Thomas fucked her every day. She had the baby, and nursed it, and was really thankful for the meat Thomas brought home. Some of the other women and their babies went hungry when their men weren't so good at bringing home meat. He took a few weeks off from fucking her after the baby was born (it was bloody), but then he was back at it. She wasn't as enthusiastic but didn't mind. In time she got pregnant again from all that fucking, and had another baby to join the toddler. And then another a few years later. It was part of the deal. He fucked her a lot. No one else fucked her. He was the father of all the babies and he brought home the meat for all of them. She had ten babies, and only three died so seven grew up to be adults. She was really proud and happy! Her sons and daughters got married and had families of their own. And even after she stopped having babies, Thomas kept on fucking her every day and she liked it. It was how life worked. ============================================================ What did you think? I'm always eager for comments, whether positive, negative or mixed. Comments to sterling27@live.com.