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Bestial 
by Anonymous (address withheld)

***

An experience and reluctant awakening of hidden desires 
a young woman meets local farmer who readers her like a 
book, leading to dog sex. (MF/beast, reluc)

***

Bestial Experiences of a Young Englishwoman.

I have decided this year to write about certain things 
that have happened in my life for two reasons. Firstly 
to reconcile things with myself and secondly as a 
cathartic exercise to try to understand my true 
feelings.

First let me introduce myself; my name is Rachel and I 
am a white English girl, yes a bit like the 'English 
rose' type, I am well educated and have always been a 
free spirit, which may well have been partly to blame 
for all of this. I am a brunette, quite attractive with 
a bubbly personality and I generally get on well with 
people. I know men find me attractive, women know these 
things. I am now 34 but these things happened to me 
when I was 24-26.

It was a long hot summer in Suffolk, it had not rained 
for weeks, it was hard to sleep at night and there 
seemed little air in the sultry depths of the 
countryside where we lived then. 'We' was me and James 
my partner...we spit soon after this story I am 
telling. It was a smallish village with the usual 
village people, local farmer, vicar, schoolteacher and 
the 'pub' crowd of which we were part. 

The local farmer was a strange sort of man who 
frightened me a little, one moment he was laughing and 
joking... the next he was not. He would stare at me 
sometimes and I could feel his eyes ripping the clothes 
off me and he knew I could feel it and that it made me 
feel uncomfortable... so he did it even more. He was 
about 40-ish I would guess and his wife Sue was 
younger, pretty and flirty. I would guess she was 30-
ish.

One Sunday we were invited to Sunday lunch at the 
farmhouse, which was ...and still is quite a grand 
house. The meal was nice... drinks first... a few too 
many actually and Norman (the farmer) was pretty polite 
to me... quite unexpected as I thought some personal 
comments about me would be coming. After the meal, 
during which Sue flirted abominably with James in front 
of me. James lapping it up too, which vexed me; we were 
seated in the large comfortable sitting room, when 
suddenly there was a terrible screaming sound from 
somewhere outside. Norman leaped out of his chair and 
disappeared through to the kitchen and thence to the 
farm office which faced onto the farmyard. 

We heard him shout and swear as we filed out to see 
what was going on. We stood in the office and through 
the window we could see two dogs fighting, both large 
and very angry looking...one had the other by the loose 
skin at the side of the neck and was not letting go. 
The one held like this was doing the screaming, but the 
big black dog was bigger and was now starting to shake 
the other, pulling the poor thing back and forth by the 
neck.

"Do something!" I said looking at Norman.

"Not likely," he replied laughing..."anyway he will let 
go in a minute when Charlie gives in."

He was right, Charlie cowed and was quiet and the black 
dog let go, snarling and warning Charlie to get lost, 
which he did.

"It's her fault," Norman said, nodding his head at 
another dog the other side of the yard. "She's on heat 
and Blackie wants her.

As Blackie wandered slowly over to the bitch, I heard 
Sue saying for us to go back to the sitting room...and 
she and James left. I stood there, the desk between me 
and the window watching fascinated as the two dogs 
approached each other, then I became aware of Norman 
looking at me and in my innocence asked, "What is he 
going to do?"

Norman laughed and I went red... thinking what a stupid 
question it was. I was about to turn and leave when 
Blackie, after sniffing about her turned sideways on, I 
saw his huge erection hanging down... all red and 
inflamed.

"Oh," I said quietly.

"Big, isn't it?" Norman said. It wasn't really a 
question.

I swallowed, feeling a tightness in my throat as Norman 
moved nearer to me... our arms touched as he stood 
there, I could feel the heat from his body. Perhaps 
this is what the bitch felt too, the parallel was not 
lost on me... or Norman.

"You're a strange girl," he said quietly.

"I don't think so," I replied defensively.

"You always seem so"...he stopped, thinking of the 
right word, "Naive... a sort of girlish innocence."

I did not look at him, I just watched the courtship out 
in the yard... such as it was. Blackie was wanting to 
mount the bitch, but she warned him off... he looked 
almost disappointed.

"She's not ready yet boy," Norman said as if to 
himself... or was it to me? I ignored him, my eyes were 
now fixed on Blackie's erection, it was huge and nearly 
touched the ground. I felt a wave of heat go through me 
and also felt my face burning hot. I must have been the 
colour of a beetroot. I looked quickly at Norman, 
hoping he hadn't noticed, but he had, my heart sank as 
I felt him move behind me and prayed that he was going 
to leave and join the others, who now could be heard 
laughing in the other end of the house.

I felt his breath on my neck...I was trembling, but I 
didn't move... I couldn't really with the desk in front 
of me. His breath smelt of whiskey and I could feel his 
sideburns on my ear.

"Look at that Girl," he whispered in my ear. "What 
would you do with a cock like that?"

I did look at it...I couldn't take my eyes off it. She 
seemed to dip her back a little and he immediately 
mounted her...his loins thrusting as he jabbed it at 
her. I felt a hand on my belly and looked down to see 
his hand there, the thick powerful farm fingers lifting 
up my summer dress...the coarse skin on my soft belly 
and then they disappeared into the top of my panties 
...feeling and exploring as they found 
me...investigating my hairs and my inner depths. I 
still looked out at the two across the yard, I saw him 
enter her like a piston...his balls were all that could 
be seen. 

"My God girl," he whispered. "This is turning you on 
...isn't it... seeing that cock go in there."

Again it wasn't a question... my wetness and his 
thrusting finger gave me away, as did my shortening 
breath... for he knew how to touch me... filling me and 
masturbating at the same time. My knees trembled and I 
came on his hand just as the image of Blackie's cock 
appeared before me when he pulled out of the bitch, all 
wet and absolutely huge... his loins still pumping, the 
great red lump jerking still, and then I came, holding 
onto the desk edge for dear life, his finger was the 
cock in my mind... all in my mind... like a dreadful 
dream.

For days I still saw the images...I actually 
masturbated over them...I imagined them when James 
fucked me from behind...but the animal lust was 
missing...I wanted that lust.

About a fortnight later I was walking up the hill at 
the back of the village. It was my walk... where I went 
when I needed peace and room to think. My relationship 
with James was now a routine, he worked in London and 
stayed over some nights... so I was lonely too and I 
knew that it would not be long until we both moved on. 
I sat on the hill looking down on the village and 
watched the clouds start to pile up on the horizon. 

It had not rained for ages and today it seemed it was 
going to make up for lost time. I hurriedly started 
back for home...all I wore was a summer dress, undies 
and trainers. As I hurried I realized that I wasn't 
going to make it before the rain and swore under my 
breath. Suddenly I heard a car coming. It wasn't a car 
exactly but Norman in his Land Rover. He slowed and 
when he saw it was me he pulled up sharply on the loose 
gravel.

"Hop in...give you a lift home," he shouted over the 
noise of the engine.

"It's ok," I replied... the reluctance showing in my 
voice.

"Don't be daft... you will get soaked," he said as the 
first heavy drops of summer rain started to fall... 
like a slow drum roll on the bonnet. I bit my lip and 
hopped up onto the seat beside him and off we whizzed. 
He said nothing.

We went past the farm on the way and he said he had to 
do something or the other before Sue got home, so as we 
came to the entrance he turned in and parked in the 
farmyard.

"Tea?" he asked.

"No thanks," I replied looking apprehensively up at the 
rain, even heavier now.

"Oh go on... I am making one anyway and Sue will be 
back any time, no need to be frightened," he said 
mockingly.

I followed him into the office and from there into the 
kitchen. A large room with a huge old fashioned dresser 
and kitchen table to sit about twelve people. He put 
the kettle on and looked at me with a smile... why did 
I always feel at a disadvantage with him...and after I 
let him finger me who wouldn't I supposed to myself. I 
became aware of other eyes on me too and on turning I 
saw the big black dog sitting in a basket in the 
corner... Blackie.

"Remember him?" he asked, leering at me. I felt the 
blush again.

I sat on one of the chairs and waited for tea, 
wondering now whether Sue was due home soon, or was 
that a lie.

The dog came wandering over to me and just looked at 
me... then at him... then sat down in front of me.

"He's reasonably respectable today, he rolled in some 
cow shit the other day and had to have a bath, so for 
once he is clean," he said...the dog looked back at 
him, his tail wagged, ears flattened.

"Have you thought anymore about him?" he asked nodding 
at the dog. For a moment I didn't realize he was 
talking to me... then the penny dropped...what could I 
say? Yes I have thought about him fucking me... thought 
about his huge cock in me. 

"What do you mean?" I stuttered, feeling the colour 
rise in me yet again.

"You haven't?" he asked, his head on one side. "Thought 
about it... all swollen in you... all that energy he 
has, making you come and come?"

"Stop it," I wanted to shout, but it came out as a 
unconvincing rejection.

I stood up as I suddenly felt at a disadvantage sitting 
on the chair... to my surprise my sudden action made 
the dog growl. I looked at him looking up at me...the 
thought of the snarling and biting in the farmyard that 
day came flooding back in my mind. I looked 
apprehensively down at him.

"There you have upset Blackie," Norman said teasingly 
as he moved round to my side of the table. He took my 
arm... not gently but not roughly... firmly... Blackie 
was now standing in front of me, looking at Norman... 
waiting. I looked at Norman and then the dog and then 
to my surprise Norman lifted the front of my dress, 
exposing my panties and made a signal to Blackie.

"Oh please... no you mustn't," I protested moving back 
as far as I could until the table edge was at my 
bottom, but the dog had my scent now and was gently 
sniffing at my mound. I just stood and watched as the 
nose pushed at me...taking in my scent.

"Oh God!" I exclaimed as I felt Norman's hand at my 
rear pulling my panties down. I looked as the hem in 
the front slowly exposed my hairy mound and winced as 
the cold nose touched my thigh. He started to lick me. 
I felt my moistness start...watched as my lips were 
parted by the inquisitive tongue. I felt my legs go 
weak at the knees. Norman's hand was pushing the 
panties further down as he felt under me, his finger 
gently feeling at my anus, teasing and coaxing it to 
relax... it did, and the insertion at the back with the 
licking at the front was just all too much.

"Sit in the chair." 

I sat as the panties were eased over my ankles, my legs 
were pulled further out so that my bottom was barely on 
the chair, my legs were spread and Blackie started to 
lick me in earnest. His strong tongue found both holes 
and it entered as if licking the marrow from a juicy 
bone. I started to writhe in ecstasy...and then a 
massive orgasm overcame me...like nothing ever 
before...great spasms deep inside just made me groan 
and whimper like a demented thing looked at Norman and 
saw his face was intense too looking at me.

"You sexy fucking bitch," he said, then he pulled me 
from the chair onto my knees. I was too exhausted to 
fight back and just knelt there but when I looked 
sideways at Blackie who was standing alongside me my 
heart leaped at the sight of his cock. It hung long and 
thick as it had done in the yard, jerking every now and 
then.

"Go on... feel it," I was told and I complied, feeling 
it gently, it looked wet but it felt dry except for the 
occasional squirt of colourless fluid from the tip. It 
filled my hand and I stroked it for him, his back 
arched and dipped as he thrust into my hand. There was 
a huge swelling at the base and when I held it above 
the swelling he became very excited and it must have 
been at least a foot long, long. 

I then felt something warm at my vaginal entrance and 
without waiting Norman slid his affair into me, it 
wasn't long, but reasonably thick and pleasurable... 
for a short time... perhaps a minute then he ejaculated 
inside me with a grunt. He pulled out and dragged the 
dog round and I felt him licking Norman's semen from me 
and without much ado he mounted me. I felt his monster 
jabbing at me, first my back hole then at my proper 
entrance, he found the mark and he shoved it in filling 
my pussy, making me gasp.

He thrust and pounded like a mad thing and I had to 
push back to stop being physically moved across the 
floor, then he attempted to get the swelling in too. I 
was pretty well lubricated what with Norman and the 
licking and he succeeded, making me bite my lip as it 
stretched me, then he just hung onto me, motionless... 
pumping load after load of stuff into me. Norman became 
excited again and pushed his affair into my face... I 
took it and tasted his semen, choking as he pushed it 
into my throat. I think Norman thought that I found 
this very exciting because I was beside myself with 
lust but it wasn't Norman that did it, it was Blackie. 

I felt great spasms of movement from the giant meat 
that was inside me and every time it pumped and 
throbbed. I had another orgasm...and felt his semen 
squirt. I was exhausted as his whole weight was on my 
back now...he just sort of rested there while his cock 
did its thing and then he started to move and slipped 
sideways on me pulling me with him.

"Oh God...oh God!" I gasped as I felt my pussy being 
pulled with him...his knot firmly fixed inside me still 
and then slowly it started to slip out...I felt that I 
was giving birth to it and then with a loud plopping 
noise it came out and I collapsed on the floor, the 
semen pouring out of me. There to my left side was 
Blackie, standing still, his enormous cock hanging 
down, jerking still.

"That is the sexiest thing I ever saw," Norman said 
quietly.

I looked at him sitting in the chair... feeling 
himself... his erection obvious. I said nothing as I 
rested on the floor.

"You have the most amazing bottom too... and legs...in 
fact your so sexy it isn't true."

The tone of his voice surprised me... perhaps I was 
hearing and feeling a softer side to this man... ho 
knows what we all are underneath. I didn't feel ashamed 
or dirty or all the things you might expect me to feel 
as you read this...it all felt unreal or surreal... who 
knows.

I left the village that week... left James too... I 
felt a chapter in my book of life was over and that I 
needed to turn the page of fate and move on. I shall 
write more later but I hope you enjoyed this 
recollection and if you are female and have experienced 
similar or want to experience similar I most sincerely 
hope it will be of some use to you.

Rachel

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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.

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