Beastiality to the death

A chill ran up Leeroys spine as he looked over and saw his dog laying by the fire. Peppy, her name was, she was a cat. He loved his dog, and everyday feed her well. This morning he had feed her an extra large bowl of dog biscuits, and dog roll. Lathering the dog roll in semen ofcourse, his speciality. Peppy had become accustomed to eating Leeroys sperm coated dogroll and biscuits, and had grown to like it more and more everytime she devoured his urethal spiced canned treats. But tonight Leeroy was begginning to realize his love for Peppy was unresistable and uncontrollable.

Peppy sat up, and began to lick her inner thigh, and nibble a little on her fine canine hips, shaking her ass around just the way that Leeroy liked it. This was the last straw for leeroy, and he was about to do something that would make him the joke of america. Leeroy jumped up, and flipped over the coffee table infront of him. Everything smashed onto the flaw, and Peppys eyes darted toward Leeroy, perhaps thinking that he was playing the flute on the coffee table as he usually did at nights. Not this time. Leeroy stood there detaching a leg from the coffee table, and peppy being an animal who couldn’t think at all, decided this meant she should roll onto her belly preparing to be force-fucked with a coffee table leg by Leeroy because thats what this sex story is about. Leeroy obliged, and brought the coffee table leg to the entrance of Peppys vagina.
Dogs have weird vaginas, as leeroy had learnt one night he came home drunk and saw Peppy spread eagle on the bed waiting for him. This coffee table tip was covered in Peppys shit, as peppy liked to shit allover her vagina at night and smear it onto her vagina so that Leeroy would eat dog shit when he licked her pussy at night. The coffee table leg was no ordinary leg, it was short about 3 feet long but it was hand crafted in the old style, with large round buldges going in and out, slowing down toward the tip which had a knife on it.