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Hello all. I was just wondering what got people into zoo? what was the one time that you decided that you liked animals? also what if nay is your animal of choice. How i first started was I always thought that an ex of mine had something going onher with her dog. ( never caught her though wish i had ) However one day she told me about a "friend" that went into a room with peanut butter and her dog. and that the dog licked her. I guess to see what i would say. needless to say i never admited anything that Iliked it. I had another Ex that i told the store too and she told me about her when she was younger with a dog. That was exciting. Now I have my fiancee that knows I like women and dogs and she is willing to try at some point but don't know when yet. ( i hope soon ) anyways I am looking forward to seeing what you guys have to say on how you got into beast. take care all. feel free to e-mail me.
How did I get into zoo? I can't remember what I had for breakfast yesterday let alone what happened that long ago! Cheez! I was in my early teens (about 1951 or so) and Dad was in the habit of sending Shadow, our male Setter-mix upstairs to wake me for school and/or work. One morning I was sleeping hunched over on my knees just trying to stay cool on a very hot summer night. Shadow hopped up on my bed, gave my butt a sniff and mounted me giving me my first buttfucking. I loved it! Over the next six years (until I went into the Navy) he and I did our thing on a regular basis. I had several other male dogs who enjoyed my services too. One was across the street and another a huge male Boxer belonging to my best friend. There was also a "stray" who would show up at our back door every now and again. Of the bunch that stray was the best! He had the biggest endowment I've ever seen on a dog, and he could last a very long time! As an adult I've had one dog, Dammitt the Beagle, who enjoyed a good fuck with me. He's long gone and I miss him. I haven't had any others, though not for lack of interest. Just for lack of opportunity. Until finding zoo stories on the 'net I never gave a thought to sucking a dog or enjoying sex with any animal other than a dog. I "make do" with men of the human persuasion.
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I got into zoo almost the same way I got into regular sex. I just wanted it. As soon as I started figureing out the differance bwtween boys and girls I started to notice the differances between boy dogs and girl dogs. The dogs were easier because they were always around and loved the attention. I knew a few girls at a young age too but dogs were no problem to have sleep with me in my room at night.
i dont know really: a number of factors contributed. i was just searching the net for porn as usual when i was feeling horny and i came across a beast site. i found it really arousing, and then i kind of got more and more immersed. now i love it and appreaciate the emotional bond between partners, which i never would have dreamed of before.
The idea never even occurred to me until I walked in on a friend who was experimanting with a dog. From that first encounter, it seemed 2nd nature to me.
Just a quick reminder, folks;) We have had threads like this started a few times and it has ended with warnings and moving/closing of the thread, cause we dont condone stories about very young teens and their first encounter with sex. This may very quickly be seen as KP, which you ALL know is a huge NO-NO here:-)And also, mind the language, there is other ways to say f*** than to say f*** Thanks!LadyR
I do apologize. I never seen them threads nor was I ever trying to imply anything to do with teen. Once again i apologize LadyRottweiler. I was just curious as to how people got into zoo. I just find it amazing how many people have really tried it or that they looked somewheer and seen it and got aroused. anyways once again i am sorry.
QUOTE (The_Doc @ Jul 12 2004, 09:55 PM) I do apologize. I never seen them threads nor was I ever trying to imply anything to do with teen. Once again i apologize LadyRottweiler. I was just curious as to how people got into zoo. I just find it amazing how many people have really tried it or that they looked somewheer and seen it and got aroused. anyways once again i am sorry. There is nothing to apologize for, Doc. It was just a friendly advise to all:)I know that some members in here think the mods take pleasure in warning and banning members; newsflash! We dont. Its not pleasant, it doesnt feel good, and in an ideal world, all would follow the rules, and the mods wouldnt be needed:)Unfortunately, the world isnt ideal, FAR from it..... Another reason is that we dont need to fuel the anti-zoo's fire. They hate us enough from before, so they dont really need to see that we post any underage descriptions:(Again, Doc. No worries, you have done nothing wrong. It was just a reminder:-)Kind regards, LadyR
My older and rather kinky "ex" got me into all kinds of deviant sex. threesomes etc. I was 22 and just out of a very sexualy boring marriage and was "game" for anything once he showed me my first orgasm. I happily participated in anything he thought up, and found it equally exciting, (if a little embarassing next day when I had calmed down again, I had been very shy sexualy in my first marriage.) He even managed to get me and a divorced mutual friend to have lesbian sex after a boozy party, he had the "gift of the gab". We were both mortified next day when we met in the local shop.. That was a one off, it never happened again but shows how "persuasive" he could be. We were both straight and just close friends before.After about two years (I was about 24) he was once "looking after" a Collie dog for his brother who was on holiday and after making sure I was tipsy and sufficiently "primed" with red wine late one night he "persuaded" me to try letting Ruff lick my shaved pussy. Ruff went beserk when he saw me naked and I let him.It obviously excited Pete immensly and his excitement rubbed off on me too, I was intoxicated by the power my wanton abandonment and obvious lust for more of the dog 's tongue was having on him. He was shaking, literally. I told him he couldn't touch me until the dog had made me come, and revelled in the sight of my powerfull and usualy dominat lover masturbating himself franticaly watching me get off on streching my pussy wide open and offering myself to a dog. For a change I was totaly in charge...! I couldnt take my eyes off him, shaking.."banned" from touching me, I was just for the dog now. It went to my head, totaly.He had told me about Rosemary, his ex and he having sex games with dogs, and I knew that she had gone all the way and had full sex three, one of them Ruff, which is why he was so experienced with me, (he was). I also learned later he had fucked four other women before me but only knew about Rosemary then.Anthing the cow could do to excite Pete I could do better I vowed. I hated her guts.Despite that she excited me. I had previously masturbated just imagining the gory details at what Rosemary had done with dogs and how sexily depraved it all was."You want to see Ruff fuck ME too now dont you?" I whispered. Half of me was shying away from what I was contemplating but the other half was almost shaking with excitment myself at the"filthy" deviant thought of contemplating letting a bloody dog actualy fuck me.. I was almost coming at the anticipation of what a dirty slut I was now going to be too, like 'sexy' Rosemary.I was shaking almost as much as Pete was now, mine was anticipation. He had told me Rosemary loved it."Yes, course I do" he croaked, "But only if you really want to, are you sure can you handle it in the morning? I dont want the blame, its your idea.""If he makes me come like I nearly am now", I said. "I'll handle him as well in the morning! he can do it again, I'm totaly bloody rampant after all that lcking.""Only if you're sure." he said, "Remember you suggested this first, you randy bitch, don't blame me if you feel different tomorrow, when you're sober."He got Ruff up onto my back and as soon as I felt his hot pointed cock enter me I was away. He didnt last long, about three or four minutes but by then I had come anyway. It took ages for me to come down with the feel of his cock inside me, as he lay motionless across my back. He was still pumping his hot fluids hard against my cervix time and again. As soon as I came down it suddenly intensly excited me again at the sheer depravity that this was a dogs swolled cock I could feel twiching and still ejaculating deep inside me. I gasped and came again, with Ruff still laid motionless on my back flooding my insides, almost like he was peeing in me, and incredably with what felt like a tennis ball wedged just inside me, stuck. It was the sexiest experience of my 24 year old life, nothing came close again. Pete treated me with kid gloves next morning, thinking I would be mortified with guilt at what I'd done. I went along with it and pretended to be. He took Ruff out back to his brothers pub while I was still in bed but when he left I played with myself remembering what a filthy depraved slut I'd been. It excited me totaly. For weeks if I saw a someone with a dog in the street on a lead I went weak at the kneees and "wet" wondering if it could sense I was a willing dog fuck and physically "wanted" him like a bitch on heat... I imaged they could and it almost made me come thinking how "depraved" I was being.. Fancying a dog in the street.Well that was my first time, 1978 but FAR from my last... Pete is long gone but I still remember my first taste of K9 cock far more vividly that I remember my first tase of his! The dogs was not only more memorable, it was far, far, more sexy! Sane, polite and reasonable comments will be answered personaly. idiots ignored. Diane..>diodwy@hotmail.com<
Yes....and again; MIND the language. F-words are only allowed in the fantasy and the stories section. Perhaps a re-read of the rules are in order?
Sorry, just read the post on writing F*ck guess I should have read it before I posted.. wont do it again.. lo siento
Thanks:) Muy amable LadyR
Hmm, one of the "dangerous" threads again Just kidding, just kidding Well dont know when or what "got me into zoo", i guess i was born that way. But what made me realize was the day i met my first love - almost ten years ago... The moment she walked into our door and i looked into her golden eyes i lost my heart to her. The sex - if you can call some licking and fondling sex - came later, but up to day it was something wonderfull and amazing! She was a wonderfull dog!
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i think i was just browsin the web and found a beast site and saw how hot it was
I have posted this before.. in fact what I am posting is copied straight from the woe is me thread. This is the story about my transformation from being a beastialist to a Zoo. I got into beastiality after reading the book Slaughter House Five by Kurt Vonnegut. Here is my story of how I got into Zoophilia....Growing up I was never popluar. I was always teased and picked on. I would come home and just hide my thoughts as well as feelings. I did this constantly growing up. At the time I lived with my mom and three siblings. Things were not easy growing up. There was always a tremendous financial strain on things. As I got older I started to learn not to trust people. The years of verbal abuse had started to take their tole. I started to stick to myself and not talk to anyone. I felt better being alone. There were few who I had contact with. Eventually comming into high school those few departed and I was alone once more. I learned how to make friends in high school. Although I became more and more synical of the human race with every passing day.I also became very close to my sister who had moved out and was living with her husbands parents. I would often escape to her house when things were not going well (which was often). I eventually started to open up to her and tell her how I felt. I trusted her more then I had ever trusted anyone. My willingness to be alone also included animals. I grew up in a house mostly filled with cats. Then we got a GSD in 1998. Her name is Bear. I never liked Bear. I guess that I had to much baggage and was unable to love. I know that I did not love myself, so obviousely I was in no place to open up to any being. Things started to change on new years eve 2000. My mom had gotten in contact with my aunt who we had not seen in years. They decided to all come over for new years eve. They being my aunt, uncle, two cousins and their dog. I payed no attention to them bringing the dog even when I should have. Bear is not at all socialized (something that my mom did not do when she trained her).They all arrived on new years eve and there were problems right off the get go. Surprisingly though the problems were not with Bear. The problems were with my aunt's dog who was being aggresive to Bear. They decided that they would muzzle both dogs. My change of attitude began here. I did not agree with this at all. I pulled the muzzle off of Bear and threw it at them. I left the room after arguing and came back only to grab Bear and take her for a walk. It was the first time that I had ever done so. That whole weekend I kept Bear with me by my side as much as I could. She slepped in my room beside me in my bed. Also the first time that she had ever been in my room. I took her for walks often that weekend. I just made sure that she was with me that way there was no need for her to wear the muzzle. That weekend ended and things started to more permanently change between Bear and I. I took her for walks regularily and she started to sleep in my room. It was now about a few months into 2001. My bonding with Bear had stregthened even more. And my relationship with my sister was also doing really well. I continued to confide in her and my trust of her continued to grow. She was truly the first person that I had learned to trust. In April of 2001 something happened. My nephew had somethig wrong with his head ever since he was born. They presumed that he had water in his brain. He was taken for tests at The Hospital For Sick Kids in Toronto. The tests were colour scans of the brain. The tests were preformed and the results came back very negatively. The tests showed that the liquid in his brain was blood and not water. Blood in the brain was apparently only caused by one of two things. Either he had been shooken or he had suffered head trauma. Within a few hours of the results comming back he was put into the custody of the childrens aid society. An investigation was launched shortly after wards. My sister was letf heart broken. I went over to visit her one time that April to comfort her. It was the last time that I stepped foot in her house for a few years. The investigation started with her and my brother in law being the key suspects. They also investigated those who lived in the house and those who had taken care of the child. The investigation went know where until they interviewed my sister another time.My sister in the interview accused me of abusing my nephew. I had babysat for her a few times and she claimed that the abuse happened one time when I had watched him. I refused to believe that she had pointed the finger at me. I heard through a source that she had done this and I could not see it as true. I started to wonder what was going on when the case went dead for a few days. Then we recieved a telephone call to the house. They told my mom that they wanted to interview her and myself. We went in on a tuesday night in May. I will never forget this day. It was Tuesday May 8 2001. We went to the police station and they took my mom in for an interview first. It lasted no longer then 10 mins and she was out. I went in presuming that it would last much the same amount of time. They would ask a few questions and that would be it. Well after the investigator got back in the room it became quickly apparent to me that I was the suspect in the case. What I endured was an interrogation that lasted over an hour and a half. It also became apparent to me that my sister had indeed pointed the finger at me.My sister who I trusted more then anyone in the world had accused me of abusing her son. Once the interrogation was over I went home. I said nothing the whole time in the car comming home. I had a blank stare in my eyes with a tear threatening to roll down my cheek at any moment. My thoughs were unclear. I knew not what was happening nor what I was going to do. I knew of only one certainty. I had been betrayed. I had been left out to die by the one that I loved and trusted the most. A knife through the heart could not have hurt more then this blow.I got home and somberly walked upstairs. I tuurned on the radio loudly. The sounds of the song Nothing Else Matters echoed in the background. I just sat on my bed for how long I know not. Sat there wondering what the hell this was all for. Sat there trying to ubsorb the lyrics that just rebounded off of me. I decided that I could not go on. How could I live on in a world like this. With this much hurt, this much deciet. It had to end. I grabbed a bottle of pills and a glass of water. I sat back down on my bed. I opened the bottle of pills and grabbed the glass of water. I poured some pills into my hands and just as I was going to injest them I turned. I turned to my left and my gaze met Bear. I took one look into her brown eyes and immediately dropped the pills and water on the floor. I got up and put my arms around her. I hugged her for what felt like an eternity. The darkness of suicide left my mind when I was blinded by the light of love. All she had to do was stare into my eyes. In that moment I knew that love and trust had been with me the whole time. While everybody turned their backs on me she remained. She remained by my side. I held her and cryed into her fur all night.Bear saved my life that night. I truly believe that had she not been in my room sitting by my side I would have been burried in May 2001. The light of that love set me free. For the first time I was able to think clearly. I discovered what was important to me. Most importantly I discovered myself. I became a zoophile that night. I had been a beastialist for months before that but had never given thought to love that real. I now felt it stornger then I had ever felt anything.My nephew was eventually given back to my sister after it was discovered that the blood got there naturally. He had never been abused. My sister never admitted to pointing her finger at me. Even though I got a hold of transcripts of what she had said. In the three years since this took place I have seen her maybe a total of 10 times. Bear is my baby now. She saved my life and allowed me to see so much more. I thank her everyday. She is truly the light of my life. I will never be able to thank her enough for all that she has given me. Love, hope, and life. Forever I will be greatful to her.Trust in humans is something that I thought I would never regain. I mean how could I? But time indeed heals all wounds. While 99% of the people out there are not worth your time, there is always that 1%. You must learn to cherish that 1%. Learn how to hold them close and never let them go. Never say goodbye or give up on trusting.
QUOTE (---2--- @ Jul 13 2004, 01:54 AM) Trust in humans is something that I thought I would never regain. I mean how could I? But time indeed heals all wounds. While 99% of the people out there are not worth your time, there is always that 1%. You must learn to cherish that 1%. Learn how to hold them close and never let them go. Never say goodbye or give up on trusting. Well spoken, and my thanks for taking the time to share your story. Peace, Fausty
just instincht There I was, there the Mare was Hmmm tail lifted insert HERE > ( On a side note I was never atracted to my own "Kind" but realy only Equines, a verry powerfull draw and a need to be close to cudle and to make love(an actual reproductive need/drive for sex) as long as I could remember)I follow my instinchts more then any thingi t is what you are born with after all
QUOTE (---2--- @ Jul 13 2004, 01:54 AM) I have posted this before.. in fact what I am posting is copied straight from the woe is me thread. This is the story about my transformation from being a beastialist to a Zoo. I got into beastiality after reading the book Slaughter House Five by Kurt Vonnegut. Here is my story of how I got into Zoophilia.... Howdy ---2---Your experiences are such painful ones.To suffer betrayal, by one who you so dearly loved, is impossible to encompass with mere words.The pain exceeds the sheer depths of the greatest ocean.Unknown to you, there was a guardian at your side. She remained silent, until she was most needed.In your darkest hour, when all hope was lost, she spoke to you.From the depths of hell, she lifted you into the heights of heaven.My friend, I am among many who are deeply affected by your words. You have so eloquently described the emotional turmoil that led you to a life altering decision. As I read of your experiences, I imagined the pill bottle, and the painless oblivion that it would grant you. Also, I quietly prayed that you would live on, and gain the opportunity to experience true love and happiness.As Bear had saved your very soul, a little Pony, called Gemma saved mine.Years of abuse, of every sort you may care to name, from my adult caregivers had taken a serious toll, on my health and sanity.Numerous attempts at suicide, had failed, and it seemed as if life was just a giant hole, into which God would vigorously kick me, every day.19 years of this, had turned me into a sour S.O.B. who no one liked. I cared not for their sentiments, and would quickly administer a sizeable fist, to anyone who crossed my path.In all those years, I hoped someone would just stick a knife in me, and finish this earthly torment.Then, Gemma entered the scene.For the first time, in all those torturous years, the sun finally broke through.The darkness lifted, literally over night.The health issues, that required so much medication, departed the scene.The heavenly warmth of true love, was taking away all of the anger and torment that had accumulated over so many years.No longer, would Poneze, attempt to leave this plane of existence.It was no longer, just a mere existence, it was life!Life, had finally come to these bones of mine.You and I, are blessed souls, for we have experienced the lowest point in our lives, and been lifted, with love, to the highest point.I am sure that we are among many who have the same life experiences. Surely, this type of experience has given us a deeper appreciation of the pain that others feel, when their hearts are broken.One thing is for sure, I shall do all that is within my power, never to harm another living soul, be they Animal - or Human.If only we could feel for one another's pain, we would surely experience something of heaven's glory.I have been a Zoo, all of my years. Being in a city, kept me away from the ones I truly loved. Such a tyranny of distance, is an evil thing, finally surmounted by the independence that comes of early adulthood.There are so many, who are true Zoos, but are isolated from the ones they love.I pray that they too, will experience true love, as they are united with the gentle souls who have always held their hearts.Take care, and may you always be blessed with the love of those who hold a place in your heart.Best wishes,Poneze, kneeling in praise of the gentle souls who have granted the greatest of gifts - - LOVE .
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QUOTE (Honeyraptor @ Jul 13 2004, 01:14 AM) Hmm, one of the "dangerous" threads again Just kidding, just kidding *sigh* HR. I dont know how many times I can explain this before it sinks in. Saying "kidding" afterwards doesnt convince me.Yes, I have heard ALL the arguements, yes, kids start earlier than before etc. etc. Bottom line is; zoo's are hated all over the world. Do we really need more heat by having the anti-zoo's thinking that we condone pedophilia too? So I am appealing to your common sense; stop the sarcasm. If you continue this, it will only lead to sorrow for you, and for the ones in here that appreciate your posts.LadyR
LadyRottweiler : Again my apologize - it wasnt my intesion to cause trouble or any kind of bad vibes. I know very much how much despised we are by ourselfs and our society, there is no need to remind me of it. Again my apologize, ill back up from answeres like the last one. It ws written hastly and overrushed. 2 : No matter how often i read your story it allways touches me deep inside! I cant imagine how mucht this all must have hurt you, its completly beyond my imaginenation. But like i said the last time, it would have been more then just a loss to the world if Bear wouldnt been there for you!I know i could have never went through all of this the way you did!
Thank You all for writing. LoL But please watch the lang and content regarding [CENSOR] or teen. I had no intentions of going this way. So please feel free to tell about your experience however please do follow the rules. Once again Thank You all
Hi to LadyR!Thanks for watching over us and helping us with our mistakes, god knows I would make a couple more if no guidance were offered... too shy to post, the first thing I did here was read all the rules. I fell in love with you guys just reading the rules!---2---: Thank you for sharing your story, and how important for all of us that it had a happy ending. I treasure your posts and those of the others, I love you all for being who you are.I've a couple secrets to share, for your reading pleasure.One of my best friends sold me a horse that had a peculiar habit -- when the day's work was over and he got back home, he would get a big hard-on. Maybe he was happy to be home, I don't know.Someone looked at that and remarked, "Man, you've got to clean that thing!"Huh? No one had bothered to tell me.Well, they showed me how to clean him...Still, the poor guy was only getting cleaned once every few months or so. I think it was about the 3rd or 4th time, my hand was up in there sliding over this big hot slippery penis, and he started to get hard.Well, I'm looking around for someone to blame, but can't find anyone. Washing and handling that giant penis was just too much for me to handle. I fell in love with it. This was a long, long, time ago. But you might be interested to know, the last time I helped him have a little orgasm was about 30 minutes ago. Back to the story...About that time the horse started kicking his belly. I asked some friends, what does that mean? They said, oooh, maybe he is colicking (is sick). You better watch out (he wasn't colicking).The horse was trying to masturbate and wanted me to rub his penis. The only thing I didn't know, was how badly he wanted it. One day I decided to grab it, just to feel it when it was hard. Of course it felt great, and it was clear he loved the attention.Now, whose fault was that? His or mine? If my horse is begging for his penis to be rubbed, and I rub it, and he loves it, and I love it... what harm is being done? Needless to say, after that, his penis stayed clean all the time, from being caressed lovingly every day. I know it's funny, you can laugh...But that was not the end of it. It had this delicious smell also.Now, I had never, never tasted a penis in my life. Never. But I wanted to try it so bad... mind you, this was before I had seen even one "instructional video." Not a single one. I was so hot for him, and he for me... I couldn't resist.This became a total addiction for me. I have done this well over a thousand times. After about a year I learned how to make him come. After another year I had him coming twice a day, and then his legs started to give out, he would fall asleep and crash to the ground. I felt we were overdoing it, even though we both loved it and lived for it, I backed off a little so he could regain some strength.He had always liked his butt played with, he is a real sucker for having his butt licked, that's one of his big joys in life... one day I started to contemplate if I could get in there. He seemed to enjoy a finger or two. I looked at things and decided it might be possible.You would get a big laugh if you could have seen me hanging off the rails of the fence, or standing on a hillside, trying to get tall enough to reach him. I tried and tried for a long time and was finally convinced it was just not possible. On these occasions, he would stand waiting patiently for me. He is never restrained in any way. The only things we do are the things he likes.One more look at the equipment convinced me it was physically possible, but that I needed some height. There was a plastic milk crate ("Misuse Subject to Prosecution") in the shed but I was refusing to try it because I was afraid I would succeed (and therefore join the ranks, which was scary), and also because I thought it was "unnatural." (He He) It was June 2, 2003. My very good friend was driving me home from a veterinary conference which had lasted until about midnight. While driving home for 2 hours I kept getting the feeling, tonight is the night. She dropped me off at home, it was a nice night, warm and quiet and dark. It was the perfect night. My horse was very happy to see me, as always.Becuase I'd stopped writing down our adventures as soon as they turned sexual, my memories of that night are somewhat incomplete, but of course there is one part that will probably remain crystal-clear in my mind for the rest of my life, and I'd like to share that with the folks here.By then it seemed we had rehearsed the moment a hundred times. We were both ready. We were both very aroused. It was one of those moments when you might say magic was in the air. He stood quietly while I placed the milk crate on the ground behind his back legs. I'd never, never, done anything like this before.It didn't take long. He was totally receptive. I believe he knew what I was doing, and made no objection. My first impression was, it felt a little bit different than I'd imagined. But I will never forget the first time I knocked on Heaven's door.When it was all over I stayed with him and hugged him for a long time. About a year's worth of tension had been released. To my surprise I actually felt good about having actually done it. I had joined the ranks.The next day, I felt fine.Since that day one of the greatest things to ever happen to me was finding this group.All of my love to you. You guys are all great!Now then, I wonder if the guys at the dairy think I am misusing their milk crate, or if they are also using them for the same thing?Easy_______________"The best thing for the inside of a man is the outside of a horse" --- Lord Palmerston
Again you have amazed me --2--, it's sooo good to have ya here!I've always been a zoo somewhere deep inside of me. I still remember how I felt for my dad's gsd. When I became sexualy active I've always felt attracted to dogs. Can't block it out of my mind and don't want to betray myself!
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I myself have suffered teasing and abuse but nothing compared to you ---2---, my heart goesout to you.How did i get into zoo? Well a varity of things. One thing that pushed me to animals is that is was picked on and teased in school, never had many freinds and was always shouted at if something went missing, something broke, etc at home. Due to this I couldnt trust humans and animals seemed the only ones who understood me.As a young teenager, i was very horny and was on the net on things i shouldnt have been. I was into all kinds off things. And one day (about 6 years ago) i stumbled across a pic of a dog having sex with a man and i clicked. So I done some research and discovered what i liked was called bestiality/zoophilia. I have always had a special bond with animals but never thought of this.After this I reaslised after some more research i would have to keep my feelings secret and to this day the only people who know about me are the people here!
I think the part of us that make us zoophiles is there from when we're born, its what happens in our lives than determain weather it remains deep inside us, never to be released, or weather it is released and makes us zoo's.
How did I start well I can remember every detail even though it was over 50 years ago. I was working a two horse team at the time and was really fascinated when I saw the mare winking at me. I knew what it meant and it didn't take me long to get behind her with my erection at the ready.Anyone who wants the whole story can send me an email via this site and maybe I will post the full story later
Thank You all once again for sharing your moments. Isn't it amazing how we all know a huge thing of eachothers lives however we have never met. But we all share that 1 great thing. ThankYou all.
To The_Doc: Thanks for providing a chance to tell our stories...Hi Edmond,Of course we would all love to hear your story too.I tried e-mailing you, but it didn't work.A beautiful mare winked at me also, asking me to come to her. We had been friends. I massaged her haunches but was too shy to go into her stall and my one opportunity was lost because I was not ready to respond.Easy
My first experance was observing others from a hiding place in a hay barn with a frend. Later on I was introduced to k9 sex by a neighbor. This and a few other incounters was my introduction to what at that time was called bestiality. Later on, when I aquired my first Irish Setter, I started having sex with her during her first heat and I was hooked. Over the years I had sex with most of my female dogs. After discovering the web I realized that I was not the only one that really loved their animals. It was then that I realized the difference between bestiality and zoophilia, and that I was a zoo.
What made me know that I was a zoo was when I realized that your pet would give you unconditional love without asking for anything more than equal love in return. I found this out when I left home to go to work at my first career exercising racehorses. I was living and working on a horse farm in Fresno, California. My boss and his wife had gone to a horse show, leaving me to take care of the horses. They had a 5 year old Lab who was very horney. He really enjoyed jumping on my leg and humping the leg. When he did that, I noticed thathis prick when hard was about 8 inches long and about 1 1/2 inch across. The knot was about 3 inches across when it became hard. With everyone gone, I took thedog into the tack room, (the room where we kept the saddles and bridles), stripped naked, and got down on all fours in front of the dog. I thought he wouldcontrol himself and be gentle with me because I was a virgin. (I don't know what made me think that). With me in front of him, he smelled me and licked me acouple of times. That made him real horney, and he got hard and he jumped on me with such force that he almost nocked me down. He was jabbing so fastand hard that he kept missing the hole. After about 10 jabs missing it, he finally connected. When he penetrated me, he pushed himself in so hard and fastthat it was a shock to me. It kind of hurt and I thought he was going to push it in far enough to come out my belly. After a few thrusts, his knot swelled upinside of me, and I thought he was going to tear me up. But after a few minutes, the pain went away and it felt pretty good. After he came inside of me, he couldn't get out because the knot was still swolen. He stayed there for awhile and then he tried to dismount. He was still stuck inside so he managed to turn around so we were rear to rear. Finally after around 30 minutes or so, the swelling went down and he withdrew himself. Afterwords, we rolled around on the floor like a couple of love struck pups. After that, when my boss came back home, I would secretly take the dog out to the barn late at night, after everybody went to bed. We both enjoyed several years of this fun.
I realized my feelings many years ago. I was walking downtown round the historical district, where they have horse and buggy rides, and there was a massive work horse, who obviously was somewhat excited... I saw his great member hanging there and blushed, like I had just caught my father naked. Since then it's all I could think about.
It's good to know that there are other people who are into zoo. Actually i am very shocked that so many people are into this. Sad thing for me though, I don't have the courage and oppurtunity to put in action my long held fantazies.Take care guys and enjoy.
I don't really know. I think I slowly got into it.
I think there are many mitigating factors that contributed to me being a zoo.... I always had a fascination for horses, even as a kid. I found horses to be the most beautiful creatures on earth. The toned muscles, the slender legs, and the history of horses. They have given humanity transport, food, entertainment, and most of all (but least revealed) companionship. And, like --2--, my childhood sucked the gay out of Liberacci's anus. >_< I was in a catholic schoo, in Singapore. Suffice it to say I had a deep resentment of my childhood and of humans in general. I was picked on a lot in school; bullies would try to goad me into doing something that got me into trouble, like telling the bullies to f*** off in front of the prefects. (The school prefects are pretty much students who have high grades and are given a 'commanding' status over students, especially during assemblies and such). This led to me getting in trouble with teachers, and being beaten with yardsticks on the hands. They weren't allowed to spank you, but they sure as hell could slap your hands with a ruler. I was made fun of because I'd flinch and cower everytime the teachers brought those yardsticks out. Some teachers were nice, and actually apologized for hitting me, but others felt they had the right to. One in particular yanked my ear to the point he nearly took it clean off just because I didn't bring $2 for a chinese magazine for a class excercise. My parents didn't help with this matter neither, considering they wanted to keep me in the school, so they didn't press charges against the teacher. I spent most of my days after school hugging Tracy, my bull terrier. She would lick my face, and sit beside me outside the porch, as if she knew the hurt and pain I felt in my heart, and how lonely I was. She was my only friend, especially when my parents were fighting. With all these things happening in my life, it was extraordinarily difficult for me to trust anyone human. So my trust lay in my animal companions. Moving from Singapore to Canada wasn't really helpful either in terms of forging my trust in humanity, because children, despite being "innocent" can be inherently cruel and vindictive little monsters, especially when it comes to culturally diverse individuals as myself. And... well.... I won't say too much, but over the years situations have brought me to trust humans less and less.... Then of course, there's the struggle with my sexuality and my... "religion", if you will... but that will be saved for another time.
QUOTE (ShireKhan @ Sep 3 2004, 12:23 PM) This led to me getting in trouble with teachers, and being beaten with yardsticks on the hands. They weren't allowed to spank you, but they sure as hell could slap your hands with a ruler. I was made fun of because I'd flinch and cower everytime the teachers brought those yardsticks out. Some teachers were nice, and actually apologized for hitting me, but others felt they had the right to. One in particular yanked my ear to the point he nearly took it clean off just because I didn't bring $2 for a chinese magazine for a class excercise. ShireKahn,It is always a pleasure to read your posts -- our experiences seem so similar.My "5th grade" school teacher had a habit of inflicting his pain/torture by pinching the shoulder of the offending kid (causing great pain) and the one on the receiving end was sometimes me. One day I made one of my jokes and he walked over slowly and pinched both of my shoulders, one with each hand, lifted me off the ground (I was a skinny kid) and kicked me in the ass hard, with his knee. If he did that today he would be facing a Judge. My shoulders (and my ego) remained bruised for a long time.But those days were different, we were terrified of him, that's how he operated. We kids were not all innocent either.When animals are so full of love and some people are so full of hate, that makes the choice for us.Being a little bit of a wayward kid, maybe some of them feared the worst for what would happen to me. But things turned out just fine! Except for, uhhh, you know... "Easy"
As far I've been able to tell, I was born that way. I've always had a special relationship with animals and I'm not the only one in my family that way. Sex was just the logical next step when I got old enough for it. Bernard
How I got into being a zoo. The neighborhood dogs taught me. One I was out with a Dobie, and I was hooked. That was 28 years ago. I love it...
Hi,Well, i dont know when i thought about it first, but i remember that the sexuality of animals was always obvious, and that when i learned how you had sex with a woman i wondered, just in a biological sence, what different animals could have sex with which others (people included). After a few years, i three or four mares in a feild, and started to masturbate. i don't know why but i did it in broad daylight, just pulled up a log, stood up on it and pounded away to orgasm. that was my first time with an animal, and i loved it. it was wonderfull and i knew i would do this again. since then i have been able to get out to a relatives ranch a couple times a year where i always try to get it into a mare at least once. i'm in freno and my email is [EMAIL REMOVED - USE THE PRIVATE MESSAGE SYSTEM] if anyone wants to talk. i've only ever met one other zoo, who doesn't even know i am one. it would be good to talk to anyone near or in fresno
sharing of experience - moved to zoo (a year or so late
having split from my ex I dated several guys, one guy wanted to sleep with me straight off & I said no, & he called me an old dog, amongst other things.I went around to a male friends house (who had slept with me in the past) & I was pretty upset. We both got pretty drunk & I remember him saying that if the guy thought I was an old dog perhaps I should like one. I thought it was a big joke but was so drunk thought it wouldn't go all the way.I remember his dog licking me & thinking that was it. My friend got me to get on my hands & knees so his dog could lick me better, (so he said). His dog climbed on me & I remember thinking it's big joke & it will stop now.I felt his dog shooting what I now know to be precum at me, & my friend guieded the dog into me. Next thing I realised the dog was humping me & not only was it my first time with a dog but he gave me his knot. Did I enjoy it ? Well I was sick after (but was very drunk) & did go & see my friend a couple of days later & now I have 2 of my own Lisa
For me it was sweet and simple. After watching my family's dogs (A male GSD and a female Rottie) accidentally tie up, my curiosity was piqued as to how they got stuck like that. Later I let the shepard mount her again, but let him believe my hand was her pussy. After I saw his cock in it's 'maxed out' glory... I was hooked.But that shepard was more of a best friend to me than a sexual partner, so it was quite a few years later before I was able to have my first experience. Females are a slightly more complicated story. After that faithful day I was hard up to bury myself into an wanting female pooch. But even when I found females wanting that sort of attention, I lacked the exerience to pounce on the situation. And lately, I haven't found a female large enough to handle more than a few fingers.
A reminder to all.....please don't forget the rules. Any discussion of underaged sexual activity, whether it's past tense, present, or future, could get you in serious trouble. This is a good thread, but let's keep that in mind.ThanksNeece
In my case, it happened this past New year's eve at a party at my husband's boss's house. Everyone got pretty drunk, and my husband actually fell asleep (or passed out). Brian (my hubby's boss) had been flirting with me all night, and we ended up in his bedroom together. After he had finished doing me (he was incredible!!!) his dog jumped on the bed and started to lick me, lol One thing led to another and Brian helped me get on my hands and knees and guided his dog in me. I never came so many times in my life!!!! My husband never found out, and Brian has been asking me when I can do it again. I haven't yet, but the temptation is definitely there! Love, Kellie
I think it started with me when a friend's dog's cock peeked out of the sheath. It's not a discrete colour and kind of drew my attention. Being a curious kind of fellow I noted it and wondered at the difference between me and him. Granted I was quite young at the time but surfice to say that nothing happened for years, I was 27 when I finally owned a dog of my own and although I didn't get him with the intention of persuing the matter when it came to it, seeing his cock (as must surely happen to every dog owner!) lead from looking to touching and then to sucking and he seemed only too happy for it to go on to .. um that word I can't use (which seems increadibly prudish concidering the subject we're here for! What do we do??? We can't say Ah Humans, when will we get our act together?While I'm at it. I got my dog from a home (pound I guess in the US) and this was in the days before they all concidred it their duty to lop of any remaining balls (a hideous thing, but then again, humans :sighs:) and to my mind he knew damned well what was going to happen, seemed well up for it. Made me wonder if his previous home had been as accomodating as I was.Alas a few years later I moved and ended up in a house that didn't allow pets, he had to go back to the home and I've not had a dog since
Funny story, actually. It was kind of a chicken and egg thing I suppose. A horny dog was trying to mount me, and I just let him. Long before that I'd had sexual thoughts of horses. After the dog I wanted to not feel gay, and tried female animals (not even thinking about anything wrong with animals), figured I must have to be something with people, tried them, and pretty much I'm still attracted to equine, all the while with people having exclusive real relationships with stallions, and flings with mares. I got married too, trying to be "normal", and tried to stay away from horses all together. I'm still in the same spot. It reminds me of how schools used to punish students for writing with thier left hands. Didn't work. If you're left handed, you're left handed. So, I talked to people I knew to be zoos for the first time ever, got ridiculed for that, but got leads to beastiality sites, bounced around for about two years on them, and finally found this place actually looking for something else. That's the zoo I am today, with a lovely wife, and a lovely horse, neither of which I have any sex with right now, but I'm very, very happy with, and in a community where I finally don't feel like a goul for being myself, and giving myself a better appreciation for myself, my true blue friends, and my family.OK, probably not what you wanted. I'll pick how I lost my virginity. I was petting the neighbors dog sometimes, giving him belly rubs occasionally. It was in an alley well overgrown with weeds, so it was easy to just go over to the weeds to get out of site. Alright, I was already zoo, really, so petting his belly, with no one else watching, I'd pet his sheath and balls too. No harm there. After about a week or so (the smart dog he was) instead of just rolling over, he started to hump my arm. It took me a little more convincing. Going by one warm summer night, I went to pet him, and half intended to do more then pet him. He mounted my arm; I don't really know what I was thinking, but I put my head down there and gave him head. That went over big! Then I avoided him for about a week (got shy. Liked it, but got shy) When I went back, I let him do what he liked. By that time I knew he liked the taste of his own semen, so I just spit on my hand, and masturbated while he licked my genitals. Great fun, but three days later he was gone, maybe looking for me, trying to get laid, who knows. By that fourth time he was straining pretty hard on that chain trying to get to me. He was one horny dog. So, I always had zoo tendencies, but a horny dog conviced me it was O.K. to have those feelings. Wiser dog then many people. I can't really count that as a real relationship, and I can't say I think very much about dogs either. I count that as a one time fence hopping sort of thing, and it's all grown from there.My very first thought I can remember was of a carriage horse as well. I've wanted to drive a carriage ever since. For me, my whole life, it never has seemed dirty.
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I've had a love of horses ever since I can remember. Ever since the first time I had contact with a horse I've felt a special connection to them, and a love for them unlike anything else I've ever felt.I've never had horses or had the chance to be around them much until just recently, and I've still never done anything even slightly sexual with a horse, but I remember the first time I ever touched a horse like it was yesterday.I was a youngster and my stepdad took me to visit his aunt's farm. There was one horse there, and I was warned to keep away from him because he was "wild." When my stepdad went into the house, I snuck over to the fence and climbed up. The horse came over to me, and he didn't seem wild at all. He was very calm, and I put my hand up to pet him. He put his nose underneath my hand, pushed on it, and softly nickered. Right at that moment I felt a warmth and affection I had never experienced before, and ever since then all I've ever wanted to do is just be around horses. Sadly, it wasn't until thirteen years later that I even got to pet a horse again. Now that I get to be around them on a daily basis there's nowhere in the world I'd rather be than out at the barn, even if I'm working. Just being around them is enough to release every little bit of stress out of my body.I'm still longing for the day when I'll have a little farm and a couple of horse companions all to myself. That's all I've ever wanted out of life.
I've always looked at dogs in a special light. I haven't a clue as to why but I always have and still do. Basically it's down to my friend again. He had a dog I'd known since a pup and I'd play with him more then he would. I'd never thought much of doing anything, but finally gave in and realized why I felt the way I did. He had been laying around cleaning himself and I noticed his penis just peeking out his sheath. I thought it to be so interesting and I started to experiment a little bit. He was so accepting to it though that I just went for it. It really hit me when my friend told me to watch the house for him for a few days and I went all out with the dog for the first time. I actually only realized what to call it when I stumbled across this site.
Well, I've always been fond of dolphins, and got into being a DZ from my closeup encounter with a wild one. But like most people, I just came across a site while surfing porn one night, and I liked it
i had a mare pony i loved my pony, and she responded to the hugs,brushing,and attention in general, i wanted to take our affection for each other to a higher level, Dolly seemed to enjoy it, and i was always horny, thinking of her still brings a smile
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Working to keep my pony stallion boarded on a small farm I cleaned stalls twice a week. It began for me when as I cleaned the stall of Sally, a Welsh Mountain pony mare, one having a temper when in heat.I moved her from her stall to another and began doing my cleaning. She took offense to me being in her hallowed home and stall. As I worked quickly to do what I had to do, she went wild, jumping the four rail wall.She knocked me down flat, I rolled over to get missed by trampling hooves and snapping teeth.She whinnied and screamed her disgust, turning her rump with the likelyhood of sending me flying with one hard backward kick.I began to get up and was on one knee when she stopped dead, stood quiet, looked back along her flanks as if beckoning me to touch her rump.The rank smell wafting from her soaked and ozzing vulva would turn on a stallion but it made me turn away.Sally seemed intent on me doing what she felt a need, and danced a backward move, turning and as I spiraled away from her that large round rump swung around and met me face first.It happened so quickly that I never had even a chance to draw a breath or yell out.Slamming my face into her soaked vulva she spread her hind legs and let me almost enter her, head and face first.Even as I scrambled to get up and away she pressed me against the wooden wall, pressing my face into her all the more.Straining to gasp for air, as arms flagged about trying to push Sally away and get to my feet; but she had he way with me and I blacked out.I had this dream, as if a part and finish to the episode.I saw myself with Sally in the barnyard, she stood silent and willing as I struggled to stand behind and over her, my maleness in an almost painfully stiff erect state.Then as if a bystander I watched this Dun colored Buckskin stallion pony do his thing, mounting, thrusting, and mating with Sally.I awoke much later, my face having the vaginal slime dried and crusty, still clinging to my face. Sally in all her sensual glory lay next to me, together as if the best of friends, mates, and equals in the equine species.She and I became very good friends and when the farm manager told me she was pregnant, I almost fainted. Lucky for me it was Rosko, a Exmoor pony stallion that did the honor, and not anything from Sally and her good friend."Well that's the way it should have started!"
For me it was a mare. I just had to try it and I loved it. I agree with Allan. I worked on a couple different mares,all were willing. Then I had an expierence with a male St. Bernard. he licked me clean and it felt great. Would've liked to explore that more,just did'nt work out. blackjack53
My first dog got me into it. My neighbourhad 3 female dogs, and when they came in heat my male dog had a hard time. A retired vet told me that i could help it somewhat by masturbating him by hand when it was worst, it would be 2-4 times a year. So i did for a year or so, until i began to find that i liked this too, and it developed from that.
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Well I (like a few of you) was also picked on through highschool.i was ubder 5 ft tall and weighed less than 90 lbs.i was discovered with diabetes when i was 4 and mine seemed to stop me from gaining weight.I dropped out in the 10th grade and never had but a few friends.i have always been close to animals and it's always broken my heart every time i hear of or see an animal being abused and i have cried because of it a few times.i didn't discover i was a zoo til about 2 years ago when i was looking at porn and discovered a woman having sex with a male dog.i began to notice myself getting really turned on but my first thought was "is this normal?".it wasn't until about a year ago i was petting our male dog and accidently ran my hand across his cock.that really turned me on and before i could stop myself i realized i was stroking him off.i never could get him to mount me but i wanted it soo bad.he was a small dog (1/2 beagle and 1/2 jack russle terrier).now the reason i'm talking past tense is because i have just recently moved and am no longer with him .i have also had sex with a female dog since than and i enjoyed it just as much.i have had thoughts of being with a horse but i don't wanna be penetrated by one because i'm such a small guy and don't wanna be ripped in half .i also wanna add,i love the site.i discovered it a few months ago and i come to it almost every night.if i did anything wrong in this post let me know,this is the first time i've told my story so i'm not sure if anything needs to be edited or not...thank you.
i went to my friends house to hang out, and she decided to go and take a shower. She left me alone with her dog and i started stroking him. Slowly his cock emerged. It became full erect and i was amazed. I checked to see if she was still in the shower. She was, so i grabbed his cock and i put in into my mouth. it felt so great, i started blowing him. After about 10 minutes, my mouth was full of cum, it was marvelous. After that, I've had an extreme urge to suck more dog cock.
Hi, I was another picked-on teased loner, overweight, and almost purposely unpopular because I never was big on crowds or people or too many friends. I found that I really liked pigs after watching a video about barnyard animals. After that it started with transformation fantasies which I had already always had a big fascination with. Soon I realized I was physically attracted to pigs and many things about them and other similar cloven hooved animals and although I haven't gotten a chance to do "much" with such animals what I have been able to has confirmed that I'll always be attracted to pigs above anything else, I collect cute pig photos (even non porn) the way one of my friends has collection of sexy women from movies and bands and such.
PLEASE REMEMBER!Do not make underaged references in your reply. Some might think by NOT stating an actual age you are not violating the rules. But any "reference" to an underaged experience is a violation.Thanks!
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I grew up in a dog household, from showdogs we trained to strays we picked up, we always had a few proclaiming our home as their kingdom. In a lot of ways, I felt like I was raised by my first dog, a female papillion mix, who lived from a couple years before I was born until shortly after I turned 21. I didn't do anything zoo with her but I think that's what opened the doorway. And probably explains why I don't have that many dreams of being human or going through a phase of sleepwalking on my hands and feet. ;opShe was kind of more of my mum or what I needed than I've ever gotten from either of my parents, aside from the standard care. though in their defence, or at least my mum's, I think they were just drained by my medical, creative and educational needs, which like some of the posters here, gave way to being more of a social outcast and forced loner. If I didn't have dogs, I probably would have become a dendrophile or what would be the name of someone who lusts for orchids? Mm....triumphants orchids. We also had animals that were there for our livelihood and although we dealt with "humane" butchers, and in regards to care, sought more liberal (*cough* hippy) concern.As an adult, with those I was able to maintain a bond with that's how it kind of started. It was a deep connection that went beyond the standard need of 'pet' companionship. Most of these situation just "happened" and initially initated by k9 friends. Although on the other path, keeping an emotional distance with the stock, I didn't always perceived with deserving of the same kind of respect and kind of blame that to being hormonal and those situations led to guilt complexes and later re-defining who I am, who I want to be and not being tied down to my nutsack.
The concept of a dog as a sexual partner never occured to me until I had a dream about sleeping with one of the dogs we used to have. Since then, the idea has been floating around in the back of my head, but I was too ashamed to try anything. In fact, until this year, I thought I was the only person who loved dogs like part of the family, much less felt sexually attracted to them. I had no idea the word "zoophile" even existed. And until I ran accross it in some article and googled it to find out what it meant, I thought I was alone in the world with my very strange feelings...My only sexual experiences have been a couple unsucessful attempts to mate with the male lab I'm dogsitting, and a few wonderful cuddling sessions with my roommate's mini Dachshund who LOVES to lick. And lick. And lick!!! DarkShadow
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Well, the first time i saw "zoo" was in school, when a friend showed a movie of a guy sucking of a horse. All the other guys found it disgusting, but i liked what i saw.. Later that week i downloaded my very first zoo picture.. My first real "encounter" was at a friends house.. His dog (large german shepherd) has always been "interested" in me.. So one day he jumped ontop of me, forcing me to the ground and started humping.. Because of my friends was nearby, i sadly had to stand up.. Looked at him and saw some pink
Some years ago, I spent a summer working on a rather remote farm. Some of the work involved horses, and of course, putting on their harnesses. The harnesses had a strap that ran along the horses' backs, over their rumps, and ended in a loop that was buckled around their tails. The loop must have been uncomfortable, because whenever I tried to put it in place, the tails invariably clamped down tightly. In my naivity, I assumed the horses were unhappy with my poking around near their private parts.During one struggle, my knuckles unintentionaly rubbed a mare's vulva. Her tail lifted immediately, and I swept the strap under and buckled it. Surprised and curious about the occurrance, I touched her vulva again, with the same results. I was happy to have found a solution to my problem, but felt a bit guilty. In my world, real men didn't mess around with animals.On the next harnessing, I used my new-found knowledge successfuly, but perhaps feeling guilty about my deception, contiued fondling her. Suddenly, I had another problem...an industrial strength erection. An erect penis invariably trumps guilt. Standing on a low stool, I unzipped and entered her. I remember well the warmth and softness of her, and her firm but gentle grip on my member. After just a few impulsive thrusts, I emptied myself into her. When I withdrew, I noticed that she was winking at me. I assumed she was trying to expell my semen. It didn't occur to me that she was inviting me back to finish what I'd started.This happy scenario recurred frequently as the summer wore on, but sadly, I had to return to the city.I have a few regrets: My foolish feelings of guilt about sharing pleasure with another of God's cretures. My ignorance about a mare's anatomy. I could have given her so much more pleasure. I had no idea she could orgasm. My negligence in not exploring more fully the ways of promoting her pleasure.
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i got interested into zoophilia when i got my computer.i would watch porn but then decided to watch animal porn, i dont know exactly why but i did. one day i was looking itup and saw a picture of a women with a dog, this made mecurious and further explored my interest which soon led me to zoophile.com (.net, or something, forgot) and learned more.i looked up to at the top and saw other sites which led me tothis one. i have yet to do anything though
Disney did it!Hehe.i thought Nala was hot, I wanted to hit her spot. . .hehe.there are zoo's that work for disney btw.anyhow, watching the discovery channel one day at my friends house. .. sitting right next to my friend and his mom. Well, mating lions were on the TV, and I was in love with The Lion King at the time, still like it. I started getting a hard on! very embarassing so i had to hide it. So after that. I was curious, it was around pueberty, felt a rotti's penis and furry balls. . he thought I was for real and mounted me! later I found the computer and saw women with dogs. started chatting with others about it. Saw men with female dogs. I've always loved dogs. . .since I was 4. . .I remember letting them lick me all over. So now I've delt with the rejection of others. . .I hide it from my friends. . . hehe. Folks knowpast girlfriends knewNew one was coming on, but I couldn't tell her. . .so I wasn't ready to commit. . .so were just friends. . .she knows I do something that I don't want to tell anyone. But she doesn't know for sure. And I know I won't be able to not feel this way, I just do, so I told her I wasn't going to be with her. For her sake and mine. I believe it's going to lead me to the one that's right for me! ~marecumare
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I didn't "get into" zoo. I've always been this way. When I first started having sexual thoughts, they were about horses not women or anything else. And I sexually fantasized about horses long before I even knew it was possible to have sex with them. I was just always extremely obsessed with them for as far back as I can remember. I wanted to be a horse.
Like so many on this thread I 've always been strongly attracted to and aroused by the various animal mating rituals. Since I grew up on a farm and worked or owned farms most of my life I just seem to have a knack for finding animals doing their thing. Growing up with the nearest neighbors over a mile away wasn't real conducive to having a lot of friends so most of the farm animals and dogs became my playmates. Before drivers liscense I was too embarrassed to ask my very busy father to chauffer me and a date around. After liscense I was too busy making money for much of a social life. My grand mother took sick when I was 18, mother and father took time to go be with her while she recouperated. I was left to keep the farm running smoothly while they were gone for two weeks. It was early spring and every where I turned animals were mating. I seemed to have a constant erection. My down fall came when I walked into the hog barn at feeding time only to find our boar trying to screw one of the sows. I got into the pen with them a watched the whole process, even felt the junction of cock and pussy just out of curiousity. When the boar's balls first jumped in their sack mine did too. I'd just cum in my pants without even touching myself. I found an old towel we used for cleaning up new born piglets and cleaned myself up. While doing so the boar finished up and wandered back out the the mud hole. The sow however just stood where she was. Something clicked in my brain, I'm looking at a dripping cunt with a raging hard-on again, wondering if I could play the boar's part in this scene, just once, to find out what it felt like to actually screw a real live pussy.I started scratching Sallies ears and she leaned towards me then further along her back and sides. As I neared the base of her tale she positioned herself the same way she'd done for the boar, spread her back feet further apart, swayed her back and arching her hips upwards to give him easier access to her cunt. Her pussy was teardrop shaped, all black outside with a very rosey pink interior showing slightly from her slit. It felt soft and kinda rubbery when I touched it and sally leaned back into my hand. I split it open with my thumbs and forefingers on each side of it and closely inspected her visable inside parts. A fleeting pang of guilt that I was doing this crossed, then quickly left my mind. As I bent my knees slightly and thrust my hips forward I started my cock into her love tunnel. It felt very warm and wet and tight, then her muscles relaxed and I was all the way into her up to my balls I began pulling out and Sally pushed back on my boner tightening her muscles to try and keep me deep inside her. I humped her, gradually moving faster, until I could hold out no longer and blew my nut deep inside Sally. She seemed disappointed when my prick deflated and slipped out of her. Well about this time, as I again cleaned myself up, the enormity of what I'd done really hit me in the face. Sex with an animal was illegal and a sin, rumors about other people being caught in sexual embrace with an animal always seemed to cause ridicule and ostracism from socity. Then there was the question looming in the back of my mind, What if Sally had a half human piglet because of what I'd just done? As though to assuage my feelings of guilt I remembered that I said just once and only to find out what making it with a real pussy would feel like. It had felt really great getting off in Sally, but now that it had happened I wouldn't have to do it again. Then as my mind seemed to wonder off some where I had a kind of vision. Whether it was of a real event or my imagination just trying to help justify my recent actions I'm not sure, but I saw myself walking into a barn and seeing a man standing on a stool behind a cow with his prick pumping strongly in and out of her pussy. ??father, uncle, neighbor, don't know, but I seemed to feel better about my sinful act and besides I wasn't ever going to do it again. So no harm done.Those thoughts lasted about three hours, when Sally and the boar went at it again I was right there waiting for my turn at her. Within the next two weeks I learned that human sex with an animal could not cause impregnation of the animal and that most female animals could be screwed even if they weren't in heat. I had screwed three sows, two bitches, a cow and a small sheltland pony several times.I am now and have always been with female animals and human females exclusively. It's been almost fifty years and I still trying to do both to the best of my ability. No regrets what so ever.
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wow... how i get into zoo.... umm...... difficult question...i dont really remember how i get into zoo.... i think it was when i was walking on the street when i suddently saw a huge stallion starting to get an erection... i was so amazed by the horse that i continue to explore the bestiality... it started with horse but now im almost with all sort of animal... i love animal and think that if i had the money, i would go around the world and watch the animal of all the planet... knowing more about them... i think that horse is my favorite because they are beautiful and they have big cock proportionaly to their body... they are so friendly and nice... euh... for return on the subject... i think that all my life i was always amazed by the bestiality and i can't change my mind...for those who want help, i think that if you really love animal, you will know it and don't be unsure...have a nice day and don't forget to always be happy
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Uh, I think it was having read a "urban legend" style story once about a single woman sexually satisfying herself by smearing peantut butter on her minge-hule, thinking she was home alone, when there was some surprise party arbitrarily planned for her etcetcecttectcet.That kind of lay dormant until I don'tknowwhat. Guess I must've stumbled across a pic or something on an internets NONONO it was an accidental resurrection when I was browsing erotic stories and came across one featuring doggyfun completely by accident, and then developed from there.Also:QUOTE In my case, it happened this past New year's eve at a party at my husband's boss's house. Everyone got pretty drunk, and my husband actually fell asleep (or passed out). Brian (my hubby's boss) had been flirting with me all night, and we ended up in his bedroom together. After he had finished doing me (he was incredible!!!) his dog jumped on the bed and started to lick me, lol One thing led to another and Brian helped me get on my hands and knees and guided his dog in me. I never came so many times in my life!!!! My husband never found out, and Brian has been asking me when I can do it again. I haven't yet, but the temptation is definitely there! Love, Kellie Hooray for infidelity!
Like many posters I never realised or thought that I was any different from other young men my questions had gone unanswered with my mother, my father was dead, my brothers told me to stop being stupid and that I would find out anyway one day!In all I tried working at 5 different places before my niche was found. I found employment on a farm where the older hands made jokes about using the heifers/pigs/sheep etc. for relief.Being an impressionable youth, and not having any thoughts otherwise I took it upon myself to try it with a heifer and thoroughly enjoyed the encounter. There were no feelings of guilt or lack of self esteem it just felt like a natural process. It was so natural that I tended to the needs of one of the animals just to keep one for myself, thinking that the other employees were doing the sameIt was my first experience and almost my downfall when I was caught in the act, but that is another story as they say!
Well I was reading Fan Fiction sites and Original story sites. When I decided to take a peak at the Beast stories. After reading about a few dozen I realized I had become sexually aroused. Next was pictures... Sooo hot.But I think animals have always turned me on.
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i got into it when i read a thread on another site and i got really turned on by it so i started looking for more and it started there
The reason I became a zoo is deep in deed. It was a chapter in my life. I can't tell wether it was the just another chapter or was it the end of the one part of the story and the beginning of the next. I was born this way but it just took time for me to understand and to realize who i am. It all began when my friend was given one of his family members pet dog named Miss Famous. At first I didn't feel anything with her. She was just a dog and I was a person, we could never feel anything to the other. As time went on she began to come on to me. She wasn't sprayed or was she I don't know, but she came on to me. She would lie in my lap and her rump to my face. I could feel the heat coming from it, at first it didn't bother me but as time went on I began to grow this feeling that I shouldn't have. I was 18 at the time. I had felt love before but this was different. I began to realize that all the other times it was becuase i wantted to love. It was me wantted to pretend that i was in love, but this was different, I was in love. I knew this wasn't right, this wasn't how people should be. But what i was feeling wasn't fake, what i felt was for real. At night I would dream about a life with Miss Famous. I dreamed about us getting married and having puppys and living a great life. Soon i began to form a plan so I could be with her.One day I played a game of cards with my best friend and the loser would have to kiss Miss Famous. Well I lost on purpose and when i kissed her something happened. I knew that I did love her and i wanted more than just us being dog and man. No i wanted us to be boyfriend and girlfriend/ lovers. So we played a game agian this time the loser would have to go all the way with her this time. I tried to lose but with a stroke of bad luck i won. He did her but I told him that i would do her to so that way he wouldn't be alone. We made love her and i and it was the best. As fate would have it i had to go away to colloge and couldn't see her. When i came back i fould out that she had pasted away. I felt my heart break. I tried to be with human women but none could come close to what me and Famous had. I thought that I was the only one like this but luck would have it I found this site and found many others like me. Now I will find my new love and I will find many of my dreams will come true.Us zoos must live a tough life of being different, but i know what i love and am willing to take that hard life. Love is powerful and what i feel for dogs is just that power, and i will not let socity keep me away from that love. Peace
well thats a tough one...i don't have a definitive answer ,but i think this has to do with anyone's life...you know ,my life wasn't easy...i had to endure fights and beatings...and over the years that cause many changes in my soul ...i was very shy( and still am )and very unsure and was affraid to socialize myself with other peoples...i always had ( and still do ) this feeling of inferiority...i know that you'll laugh but i am 24 yo and still i have no girlfriend ...i never kissed a girl... never oppened my soul to one ...maby i am looking at horses the love and compassion that was refused to me by humans?or that was to shy to ask from them? i don't know ...all i know is that when i see a mare my hart starts beating like mad ...god it fells so good to open your soul ...
hell... im not sure i even remember =PI've always loved cats - even to a 'spiritual' level when I was reading up on mythology and saw the cat goddess bastet. My love for cats got me looking up images of lions/tigers mating on the net as a deviation from the standard porn, and eventually I came across a beastiality website. I had never even thought humans had sex with animals before I saw that site, but it perked my interest.It all went from there. Unfortunately I've still never had much of a personal experience with it. All of our dogs have been small to mid-sized breeds, all female, and I wouldnt fit in any of them. I tried once with our boxer (now passed away ) but she was too small, and spayed as well which made things even more difficult, it didnt go anywhere.We have a pretty large female dog now but I've been too nervous to really try anything with her, and I havent been able to catch her in heat at a convenient time.I'm 20 now and still havent had a chance to try anything =/As to the animal i'd most like to go with... I'd say large cats (lions/tigers), sharks/dolphins, crocodiles/large snakes (impossible, i know), gorillas, and kangaroos all rate pretty high =P
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Following the posting by Wildfyre67 I apologise if my actions have infringed any of the rules. I am unable to think why my reference to animals on the farm should infer that I was underage, I was employed on the farm and about 19 years of age.If not, it is good to see that the policing of the forum is well established and thankyou Wildfyre67 for doing just that.
In fact, in the past I was not even aware that beastiality was possible. I was only interested in women. But, after with the time, still single for years, I was fixed in porn movies....Then I discover zoo movies and it turned me on. But now I really think thatdogs are stronger than man in sex. Their cocks are bigger, thicker. Theylast 30-45 minutes, they cum a lot. And their knot ! Thanks to the knot theyare stuck with women during 30 minutes : this is so SEX !So I am now really convinced that dogs are the best lovers in Nature.I wish i were a woman to experiment K9 sex. So maybe now I ama transexual with K9 fantasies...
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QUOTE (pokerman @ Jul 8 2006, 05:06 AM) Following the posting by Wildfyre67 I apologise if my actions have infringed any of the rules. I am unable to think why my reference to animals on the farm should infer that I was underage, I was employed on the farm and about 19 years of age.If not, it is good to see that the policing of the forum is well established and thankyou Wildfyre67 for doing just that. pokerman if you will look at your post you will see I did not edit it .. nor have you received a warning.. had there been any reference to underaged both those things would of occured since neither of these happened to you .. you can assume I wasnt talking about your particular post
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