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.


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This post has been edited by wyldfyre67 on Feb 16 2006, 07:32 AM

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.

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*** :D

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.

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!

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Yes....and again; MIND the language. :rolleyes: 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

This post has been edited by LadyRottweiler on Jul 13 2004, 12:19 AM

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!

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.