Bestiality Erotica Novels & Stories

I dived into my bed with the magazine. “Just what I needed.” I muttered, I was very horny, but I tried to fight the thoughts that were coming to my mind, but the magazine in front of me wasn't helping matters. "Fuck it," I muttered, carefully scanning the magazine. It was a sex and foreplay guide. My eyes nearly popped off at the next picture. A man was sucking off the breasts of a woman who was obviously enjoying herself. I felt a rush to my pussy. I instantly knew had to do this before I completely lost my mind.

And the spells were only for one thing. Sex. I flipped through all the pages, dumbfounded. There were pictures of naked people with arrows pointing to boobs or pussies or cocks, and instructions on the spells to cast to make them bigger or tighter or thicker. My jaw dropped when the next page I turned had a picture of a woman being fucked hard in the middle of a pentagon, by a wonderfully handsome man with horns and a tail. No shit. Demon sex.

Sean took my right hand and planted kisses all over it , then he looked at me and said; "Hold it and feel it ,can you do that ? " . I was hesitant and he sensed it ,he slowly guided my hand down to his bulge and I gasped when I felt it . Sean's peni* was big ,erect and hard, really hard . "Now feel it " he told me. I felt it but stopped,too scared to continue. "Larissa,hold it and feel it like it's yours " Sean commanded. I did as he said and heard a moan escape his lips. Sean shifted my hand to the bed and gently inserted his tip into me,I felt a sharp pain and screamed.

You've watched too many wolf movies! "No, I read the novel on your work desk. Don't you like reading books about wolves making love to humans? Beastiality, huh? Want to be eaten by a wolf? Want to be brutalized by an animal?" "That's absurd!" "Oh, my dear. Your taste in reading material will reveal what lies hidden within you. I'm sure you want to be ravished and pounded by a beast, or at least by a man as ruthless as a beast. I'm confident that I can brutalize you. Ah, it must be pleasurable to brutalize this chubby body of yours! Soft and arousing."

Playing hide-and-seek for real, following the deer trails high into the mountains, bleeding a little onto the snow to throw them off. “You are an animal,” my boy says, licking at my earlobe and unzipping my jeans, his warm fingers probing deep inside. “A very, very good, naughty animal.” I hear a fish jump in one of the slack pools nearby. I can see the ring of ripples out of the corner of my mind and their glossy, smooth humps excite me. “What kind?” I ask, taking his balls in my hand through his faded denim and holding them tight in my fist. “What kind of animal am I?” He bites at my neck. “A fucking beast of an animal,” he says, “A horny little fucking beast. An excitable little fainting

Masculine in its restraint, yet unmistakably lived in. Elizabeth slipped off her heels at the entry, bare feet silent on the cool floor. Her eyes drifted to the art, several pieces caught her immediately. Framed photographs and paintings of women entwined: soft curves pressed together, mouths open in ecstasy, hands gripping thighs, backs arched. Lesbian erotica rendered with reverence, beautiful, unapologetic, sensual. One in particular: two women on silk sheets, one straddling the other, heads thrown back, fingers buried deep. The composition was raw yet tender.

she begged, the risk of neighbors hearing or Pedro calling only adding to the addictive thrill, making everything dirtier and more forbidden. Finally, Atlas couldn’t hold back: with an animal roar, he came deep in her ass, hot, thick jets of cum filling her anus, leaking out the sides and dripping down her reddened ass, mixing with the juices from her pussy. Anya came one last time, her body trembling in spasms, the vibrator still buzzing until he turned it off and slowly removed it, leaving her empty but satisfied.

My skirt is hiked up to my waist, my legs spread out wide as I lean back on my elbows, my pussy weeping for his touch. “So wet and so creamy just for me. Is that right Bethany?” he asked with a deep, dark West African accent that only emphasized on the torture he was just about to unleash on me. “Yes, yes!” I breathed, biting the bottom of my lip to keep myself from moaning. Atiza drops to his knees between my thighs. He doesn't hesitate; he dives in, his mouth immediately finding my clit with a precision that makes my knees buckle.

His touch was all I needed. My hungry hole ached for more. My fingers were not filling me enough. I let out a low growl before withdrawing my hands. Fuck Daniel, I sighed. Before my hands were enough. The images of my men from erotica were enough. Now nothing felt good enough. I sat up and opened the drawer beside my bed. My eyes fell on a vibrator—black, thick, and long. My fingers curled around it before taking it out. I leaned back into the mattress, bending my knees and parting my legs.

Then as she calmed, panting desperately, he once more drew back on his cock and readied himself for yet another thrust. Zia stepped away, sensing her assistance was no longer required. She joined Philip by the gate to the stall as the pair watched the obscene coupling of girl and stallion. Philip's hand wavered, then dared to alight on Zia's hip. Entranced by the lurid display of beastiality, she didn't think to rebuke him. Emboldened, his hand slid higher, cupping the side of her breast through her dress. She gasped, arching her back as his lips nuzzled her ear and neck. Fingers groped in desperation, clutching, rubbing. Buttons were fumbled loose and the hem of the skirt was lifted. Zia tu