These are from a zoophilia club from the nineties which one participated WOMEN'S BEST FRIENDIf it is normally taken for

These are from a zoophilia club from the nineties which one participated WOMEN'S BEST FRIENDIf it is normally taken for granted that zoophilia is a typically masculine erotic peculiarity, exists within love sexual to animals a particular branch, caninophilia, which has, almost exclusively, women as its most fervent followers. Pleasure secret where ever there is one, sexual practice with a woman's best friend... It is a much more widespread fact than could be assumed. (practically everyone knows, even if only by hearsay, or suspects less, in some cases) in their different degrees of relationship. It should be noted that canine zoophilia, in addition to a fundamentally feminine practice, it also constitutes an inexhaustible source of male erotic fantasies. To the point that they are possibly more men who fantasize in their erotic daydreams about women inserted into the sex of an imposing mastiff that the women themselves who They put this fact into practice. We have chosen to document this pleasure secret real example that at the same time will serve to feed the fantasy erotica of addicts. It comes from a series of extracts that we have made based on a very extensive writing that, sent by a reader identified under the pseudonym "Kenia", we do not hesitate to classify authentic manual of everything related to the sexual love of dogs. His text will undoubtedly be much more expressive than what we can already add for our part. "We live in a chalet in a garden complex of a certain luxury. Since my marriage we have two dogs, Tom and Racky, big, strong, virile, and from the beginning, very attached to me. I always dedicated a lot to them dear; even more so when my infatuation began to leak, with the certainty of my husband's Don Juan activities in someone else's preserve, with the consequent abandonment of one's own. Insensibly, as bitterness overcame me, I was turning towards the dogs, perhaps in instinctive compensation. Soon it was germinating within me a morbidity of promiscuity whose extent I was unable to intuit To make matters worse, some friends left a dog at home for Tom to would cover The lewd spectacles of Tom and the bitch were the trigger that It brought out in me the desire that had been germinating. I couldn't get away from myself mind the smallest details of the copulations witnessed; but, Obsessively, I always saw myself replacing the dog. As Suddenly mad, I decisively undertook the laborious process, after the which, one day later, I got the dogs to start fucking me and making me the fully and sexually happy female I have been ever since. I went through the naive phase of rubbing their asses for the jaws. When I was convinced that this was not the way, I began to dedicate my more and more shameless caresses. I soon learned to remove their caps and masturbate them, with which I was able to appreciate up close the monstrous development that the erection it provides to its phalluses. That ended up fascinating me, that and the fact that that the animals not only accepted the caresses, but, with increasing eagerness, They came to collect my favors as soon as they saw me kneeling near them. they. Meanwhile, I myself felt the need to provide myself with frantic wiggling, which led to the increasingly frequent promiscuity of Tom and Racky with my wet intimacies: the occasional lick, pure curiosity at the At first, it was at the beginning of our correspondence. It didn't take me long to combine the two pleasures, mine and the dog's: lying on my back on the carpet, I brought the erect fuck of the animal to my slit, and the exciting softness of its warm contact, by skillfully rubbing my pussy, gave me indescribable cumshots, apart from leaving my slit, lower abdomen and thighs waterlogged of sticky canine semen. As next steps, during the months I have described, I started to fuck myself in, as if it were a dildo. The penetrations, even if shallow, activated his instinct, initiating a giddy put in and take out that was repeatedly lost because he had no way of holding on to the female, because of her posture, belly in the air, and because of my own inexperience. That gave me the definitive idea: again on all fours, I laboriously threw them off on; Grasping one of their front paws with one hand, he immobilized them in a position more or less propitious, while with the other free hand he reached behind his locks and masturbated her until he got some thrust, at which time he tried to penetrating my member with my pussy, pulling it more or less correctly. Generally, the member would slip, the animal would not penetrate me and everything would lost in the air. But, finally, my stubbornness was rewarded: it was with Racky, in one of the attempts, thanks to the fact that I managed, by chance, to grab the locks at the base of the tassel, already inevitably formed by the previous masturbation; That gave firmness to my traction and, correctly making the entry of my pussy, I managed to insert it up to the tassel, stopping, pressing it towards inside, maintain penetration. Feeling so warmly lodged inside me, the claws of Racky clung to my waist, even tearing it, while still His body arched over my back, he accelerated in a frantic thrusting in and out. that made me faint with emotion and indescribable sensations. Racky He was finally fucking me, just like I had seen Tom and the dog. Hard few moments, because the agitation in which we moved and the fact of not being able to introduce the happy tassel, they disconnected us soon and Racky unhorsed me without further. I repeated the procedure several times with similar success. And finally, no I know if by smelling and tasting his own semen on me. After one of those tiring attempts, he remained sniffing my slit with unusual unction. In Then he began to lick with a new eagerness, and finally, to make matters worse for me illusion, for the first time "of his own accord" and in one jump, he climbed onto my back, gripping me with precision, at the same time that I began to feel against my buttocks the energetic exploratory stabs of the steely stiletto. trembling with emotion, realizing that the moment of truth had arrived, I held back enough lucidity to, arching, move conveniently to search with my pussy launches its attacks. I still received a few more on my buttocks; but Suddenly, hitting the mark, he entered suddenly, penetrating the entire depth of my pulsating sex. Motionless in the doggy position, I let Racky fuck me at his air. I immediately noticed the rapid canine growth inside me, and then his pulse and his stimulating ejaculations. A peculiarity of canine sex is that the dog, from the beginning of its penetration, begins to ejaculate in a way continuous, which does not stop until it is separated from the female. He does it in spurts, perhaps in droplets, in time with the beat of your pulse, so you notice without cease the vigorous and persistent ejaculations of semen throughout the entire intercourse. This had nothing to do with squalid human dust. I immediately noticed the enormous growth of the fateful tassel. While grew more and more, its continuous touch across the lips was an indescribable added pleasure, since in its volume it dragged my clitoris, rubbing it incessantly at an accelerated pace. Soon the bestial intercourse took on an incredible intensity. Without do anything about it, I was cumming convulsively, and my convulsions were the ones that, upon noticing certain jerks, made me aware that we were already hooked, just like Tom and the bitch. He soon confirmed the achievement of the happy mating: Racky little by little was muffling his fuck, to, finally, After remaining still for a few moments, I dismounted, at the same time one of its legs described a circular turn above my ass, allowing it the maneuver to place its four legs on the ground. I felt the heat of their hair buttocks against mine; ass against ass, hooked, we composed the ritual canine print; I felt the monstrous and pulsating volume of the tassel dilating the walls of my vagina and pressing inside my outer lips in a continuous and somewhat painful pulling. The pleasure barely mitigated the growing fear of what unknown, of what might follow; I had heard fabulous stories from women harnessed to dogs and spectacularly driven to the hospital. And despite not believe it, as time passed and the pain became more Clearly, my fears were turning into panic. This restlessness does not It disappeared until the hardness of the retained penis began to give way. At once, In a pleasant sensation of corkage, Racky slipped off of me, disengaging I fell completely fainted on the soft carpet. I don't know the time I remained motionless, tired and sleepy. I woke up to the tingling of licks on my slit. In Indeed, Racky, now recovered, was approaching again. It gave me the excited feeling that he was returning for "his" female. Still immersed in the hazy feeling of happiness that overwhelmed me, I got back on all fours, submissive, waiting that "my" male would take me again, since that was his desire. And so was: once his ritual and stimulating licking had been verified, he mounted me for the second time. time, and the mating already had something masterful, something never dreamed of. Tom, spurred on by his companion's repeated examples, It took him only a couple of days to join him in the enjoyment of the female propitiatory So since then both of them have been my constant and tireless lovers. Some training and, perhaps, a sixth sense on their part has given a certain discretion, so that they do not look for me if they do not know the lonely house, apart from the fact that, in case of danger, I avoid adopting gestures and attitudes provocative for his zeal. They seek and find me with pleasant frequency. At first I gave myself to them naked, but the occasional scratch on my skin made me more cautious and, finally, I adopted what I secretly call "the dress of chingar", which consists of a brief and effective miniskirt jeans dress. In When circumstances are favorable, usually in the afternoons, I put on the Dressed and, without panties, very affordable, I let my dogs into the house. Wandering around the house, always escorted by them, who never stop harassing me, sniffing me deliciously, it doesn't take long for them to wallow in me. Except the red days, in which, on the other hand, their insistence is attenuated and on weekends, which I walk in pure restlessness, our promiscuous sessions are daily. Sometimes, at nightfall, they have covered me four, five and even six times. Sometimes, When my husband goes on a trip, our expansions continue throughout crazy nights of havoc. I don't shy away from my husband, who, fortunately, only once or maximum twice a week "meets" me. I can't stop enjoying it, yes, But in reality, I don't give a damn about him and his extramarital dalliances. To make matters worse, my sexual anatomy has undergone certain transformations: With repeated exercise, the lips of the pussy have strengthened their innermost muscles, developing at the same time voluminously. My idiot husband He takes credit for the change, and I let him believe it, but my pride is that it has been the dogs that have modeled my pussy to their size. Now, the fact of describing on paper the morbid transformation of the private and secret world in which I have immersed myself, I produces an indestructible pleasure, fueled, furthermore, by the hope that can be read by unknown people. My voluntary degeneration is becoming so profound that when I walk down the street and spot a dog, I immediately gauge its beauty and virility. And, as I appreciate them, the sight of them quickly makes me hot, and my pussy throbs with desire. Unfailingly, I have to try to pet him, even if surreptitiously. And if it weren't for social conventions, Right there I would get down on all fours so the dog could mount me. In such cases I have to run home, and after putting on my little dress and sending the panties away with a kick, make Tom and Racky, my ever-ready lovers, mitigate my furious zeal." From PEN magazine 1978