Introduction
Human sexual activity with animals is not as rare as has been
thought; a great deal of curious sexual experimentation goes on
between girls and their dogs and cats, between women and their
pets. Only a small percent continue it.
Roger Blake, Ph.D., in his book Beauty/Beast, Vol 1, writes:
"... the statistical possibilities are that one female in twenty
and one male among every twelve to fourteen are currently engaging
in bestial relations, have had sexual contact with animals, or
will have sex relations with one or more animals."
Extrapolation of the Kinsey reports' figures indicates that
right now there are approximately five million females in this
country who have, will have, or are having sex contacts with
animals.
Sex acts between women and larger animals pigs, ponies,
donkeys, horses is thought to be limited to commercial sex
circuses and exhibitions by prostitutes, but a secret, not-too-
rare area of such activity exists on the farms. There, widows and
young women often experiment with larger animals and sometimes
develop intense emotional attachments to their animals.
Recently a Swedish girl who posed for a number of
pornographic picture magazines with her stallion, pig, donkey, and
dogs and cat was interviewed and said she had been having sexual
contacts with animals since she was seven years old. She claimed
she'd rather have sex with an animal than with a strange man.
Why a woman seeks or accepts sex with an animal is a question
with many answers. One reason is that the raw, uninhibited power
of an animal is attractive to a certain kind of woman--the
masochist--who seeks punishment through the pain and humiliation
of sex acts with animals.
Roger Blake comments on this factor thus: "I feel that vast
numbers of urban women who are bestialists may also be masochists.
The contact with an animal 'is a degradation, 'proving' that they
are real 'bitches' to themselves."
Certainly this has to be part of the motive money is the
excuse--of the prostitute who perform sexually with animals in
"circuses" and exhibitions.
There is an interview in this book with such a woman who
"does it" with dogs.
True names and places have all been changed or omitted.
Chapter 1
April's Boy
One of the healthy, admirable things about today's youth is
its honesty, especially in relation to sex.
And among the most open and candid of young people today are
those generally described as "hippies."
It is my good fortune to know a number of them and to be
trusted by them.
I do not deliberately seek out sex histories from them, but
in long hours of talking about every subject imaginable, sex
always comes up and often we will bare our "secrets."
So it was when I talked with April about love in general and
how it can exist in the strangest places and between the
unlikeliest people.
The point arose that we are all animals and that a deeply
emotional love could (and often does) exist between an animal and
a human, and that it would not be unusual or unbelievable for
there to be a sexual element involved.
Dr. John F. Trimble agrees with this. In Female Bestiality
he writes: "In my opinion, most authorities seem to overlook the
fact that, in the case of domestic pets, the very reason for
having the pet is to have something alive that one can dominate
and love in a purely selfish (although sometimes apparently
unselfish) manner. The person bestows affection on the animal,
and where affection is possible, so is physical response and
stimulus."
Roger Blake, in his Beauty/Beast, Vol 1, mentions: "... I
have run across some cases of female bestiality where a very
loving and affectionate relationship has been inculcated for both
the mistress and her dog."
April nodded and frankly told me of a sexual thing she had
going for a while with her dog, a full-grown greyhound, when she
was still living with her dad on their farm where they raised and
raced a stable of dogs at the Oregon, Mexican, and Montana tracks.
She was fifteen at the time. She is now eighteen, living
with two young men as their wife and is apparently quite happy and
content.
She agreed to let me tape her story and to put it into a book
if the opportunity arose. Of course April is not her real name.
"When Mom died, Dad sort of threw himself into making the
farm go and I guess I did, too. We lived and breathed greyhounds
and races and training. I went to sleep with dogs barking a few
feet from my window and woke up at dawn with them barking at the
sunrise and wanting breakfast.
"I was fifteen and I was itchy for sex but I didn't know it.
I had hot flashes and I was always squirming around in bed and
masturbating like mad before going to sleep, but I was a dope, I
just didn't think it was unusual. I guess it wasn't unusual,
actually. I was mature for my age. I had my growth, as they say,
by the time I was thirteen and that's about the time I started
masturbating like a mink."
"I didn't know it was 'bad.' It felt pretty damn good to me.
Physically, I needed a boy to fuck the shit out of me, but I
didn't know any, really, I didn't. We were on the go almost all
the time, driving up to Oregon for the track season or over to
Montana or down to the tracks across the border ... and I met lots
of men--shit, they were drooling all over me--but I was scared of
them and I was a silly virgin ... you know how it goes."
"And I had to take care of Dad--he limped around with that
short leg from the accident--and I had to take care of the dogs
..."
"My special dog was April's Boy. That was his official name
for racing. I just called him Bo. He was mine, heart and soul.
He loved me and I loved him. He had the biggest, widest, brownest
eyes you ever looked into. He was so sleek and beautiful. He was
handsome!"
"I loved to hug him--I went out at night and went into his
private run and just hugged him! He was so warm and vibrant! So
full of energy and life!"
"He didn't win often. He could have--he had all kinds of
speed, but he couldn't learn to cut right on the turns. He'd be
ahead going into a turn and lose it all on the outside. Then he'd
get up on the finish, but always be third or fourth. It was
heartbreaking. He tried so hard. I cried like a baby when he
came so close."
"I guess the sex part started one night after I had been
masturbating like crazy for about an hour. I would get absolutely
wild from fingering myself off half a dozen times. I just got
hotter and hotter, squirming around ... my nipples stuck out a
mile, I was so worked up. Then and my clitoris. The more I
rubbed it the bigger and harder it got. Finally it was almost too
sensitive to touch. I just lay there in bed shivering and itching
and wanting a man's cock in me so bad ... but afraid to try it for
fear of getting pregnant and having a messy affair and being some
guy's property."
"I was thinking in straight, square terms then. And none of
the men I knew appealed to me as husband material."
"So I rubbed myself off all the time and thought about my
prince charming with a hard six or seven inches who was a
millionaire who would find me and marry me."
"The sex thing with Bo started one night on the farm after we
got back from a three-week run in Mexico. I started masturbating
to get rid of some sex tension that had built up and I got myself
all wet and juicy and I came off about five times, but it wasn't
enough. I was thinking more and more about sticking a banana or
something up in me and fucking myself, just to feel something up
where the itch really was."
"As you can see, I'm a kind of chubby girl with nice fat legs
and a nice fat ass. Also I've got a really nice pair on me.
Talking into a tape recorder like this is fun ... no one's going
to know my real name or where we live, so I can really level and
be flat-out honest."
"So--you're going to let this bit get into the book, too?
Why not? If I don't talk too much? I guess you'll cut out what
you don't want, huh?"
"To get back to what I was yakking about--good old sex--can
we play it back?"
"Okay, yeah. A lot of teenage girls masturbate a lot, a
helluva lot more than most people think. It's so easy after you
get the hang of it, and these days with sex education and anatomy
and books all around, a girl learns all about her body, especially
the clitoris and what it's for."
"So, I was rolling my clitoris around under my finger, in the
soup that accumulates in me down there when I'm hot and I started
sliding my finger into my vagina, too, as far as I could."
"I was technically a virgin because I hadn't been fucked yet,
but my hymen was gone from all the fingering I'd done in there."
"I was working myself up good again in bed that night, one
finger going in and out and the middle finger of my other hand
rubbing away on my clitoris. I was laying there naked, knees
wide, panting away, staring up at the dark ceiling."
"It still wasn't good enough, though. So I tried two fingers
inside. It was a different sensation and I went off again. But
that itch continued in a really heavy way. My whole vagina felt
... well, I was aware of it. I could feel the whole length of it
in my belly, reaching up inside me, like a ... like the inside
surface of it was sensitive. I know girls aren't supposed to be
able to feel anything in the vagina, but I swear I did. Still do,
actually. There's got to be some nerves in the lining."
"And I had this special itch way up at the top in my belly."
"Then I heard Bo out in his yard, whining and barking, like
he was calling me. He kept it up seemed like for hours. And I
couldn't get to sleep. I tossed and turned and my mind kept
ticking away and my belly glowed inside and Bo kept whimpering
..."
"Finally, I put on a robe and went out to see Bo. I could
hear him whining. I was naked under the robe, and barefoot, but
it was a hot night and dry."
"I went into his run and petted him and hugged him. He was
excited. He was sort of shivering against me. His coat was
smooth and silky and he was very warm. I could feel his heart
going faster than usual."
"I couldn't resist--I opened my robe and pulled him against
my body. My breasts felt funny touching his fur. My nipples were
like hot, aching fingers."
"It was a special kind of turn-on. He was so human and so
loving and so alive! I crooned to him and petted him and rubbed
his coat. And I guess I cried a little, too. We were both
losers. He couldn't win and I was stuck with him and the other
dogs and with Dad. I wasn't getting to school enough. I didn't
see any way out. I thought my life would always be that way."
"Bo whined to me like he understood. He licked my face and
neck. God, I loved him. I hugged him so hard."
"I guess he could smell me--my wetness and how sexed up I
was. Maybe girls smell like female dogs. He started making
little sounds and making fucking moves. Aimless, because it was
just instinct and there wasn't a bitch around for him."
"It was a moonlit night and I could see. Bo had an erection.
I'd seen dogs with hards before, plenty of times, but there I was
hugging this man-sized dog, this warm, 'human' pet of mine, and
rubbing my breasts against him, and I was horny, and then ...
there's his prick sliding out all dark and wet and long."
"It shocked me. You know, it was like, 'Can't I trust even
you?' But then I knew better. He was in heat like me. We were
both in the same boat."
"Then Bo did something--wow, it blew my mind--he sort of
hunched over and started licking my breasts. Maybe it was the
salt in the sweat he was after ... but he started dragging that
long, hot, rough tongue of his over my nipples and it was like
jagged lightning!"
"I just gritted my teeth and enjoyed it! It was that kind of
sensation--intense and spine-curling. He was drooling a little.
His saliva dropped onto my belly. I rubbed it into my skin. I
was really hot. I was shivering like him every time his tongue
scraped over a nipple. The skin around my nipples was sensitive,
too."
"I was sitting on the ground with my robe wide open and my
legs wide open, and he was crouched between my legs, slobbering
and whining and licking my breasts ... just as if he knew, like he
knew it was getting to me."
"I was ... it was a kind of moon-madness, I think. It was
past midnight, there was nobody around who could see. Dad's room
was on the far side of the house. I knew he slept like a log a
drugged log. He always took pills to sleep since the accident."
"So I just let Bo lick me and I kept rubbing his saliva into
my belly and then I was rubbing it lower and lower, till I had it
lathered into my mound-hair. He kept on licking me! He dug it!
My beautiful Bo really dug turning me on."
"I was breathing hard, just like he was, and before I knew it
I had a hand between my legs and was fingering myself again. I
was sopping wet down there. My clitoris was like a smooth, oiled
ball-bearing. God, it felt great! I rolled it and rolled it ..."
"I went off right away. I guess I groaned. Bo whined and
licked my face. Then he snuffled down at my ... I guess I better
call it what I usually call it--he started snuffling at my cunt.
Snorting, kind of."
"I took his head in my hands and talked to him. It was
insane. 'Want to eat your mommy's cunt, Bo?' I kissed him on the
nose. I petted him. He was trembling."
"I guided his head to my breasts and he started licking my
nipples again. He was drooling more than ever."
"My breasts had a hot feeling inside, like warm Jell-O was
inside, and the nipples were sticking out, still hard, still
sending shivers through me each time his tongue sandpapered over
one of them."
"Then I--I wanted to do something for him. He was suffering
so. He was so in love with me and so--human. He couldn't help
being a dog."
"So I reached up under him and I touched his penis--his cock.
It was like a red-hot poker, sticking out like that from his
belly. When I touched it he did a little dance, but he kept on
licking my breasts."
"I put my fingers around it and it was like holding a
slippery, jumping, hot candle. It was really all the way out,
too. It was surprising. Bo was a big greyhound, though. I think
his cock was at least seven inches long. Not very thick, though,
but long. Touching it made me feel funny in the gut."
"He started making short, sharp, fucking movements, sort of
automatically, with my hand holding his cock. It went in and out
of my hand like a greased piston. Fast. I can still feel it in
my hand. It was so strange and weird and perverted ... but I kept
on holding his cock and he kept fucking my hand so damned fast!"
"He was whining and making small chest sounds, sort of
growls, but not quite, and he started fucking my hand even faster!
It was sort of terrifying how fast he could make fucking
movements."
"And in the middle of his cock--about halfway down from the
end--his cock started to swell up. It got a kind of bulge in it,
like a knot. It was like an egg had grown inside his cock there.
It was hard and hot. It was all blood-gorged tissue. Dogs get it
there when they're really worked up. Sometimes the blood can't
get out again for a long time and the swelling stays there for
hours, all congested and painful."
"I knew Bo was close to shooting when I felt that knot get
big in my hand. But I didn't realize how close!"
"Before I knew it was happening--wow he was shooting all over
my belly and breasts. Squish squish squish squash!"
"It shook me. With my hand around his jerking cock I felt
that big throb, that swelling, each time he squirted--but so fast!
"Suddenly I was covered with his stuff and he was off and
away, sort of prancing around the run, frisky as hell, happy as
hell, with his tongue lolling out and grinning."
"A dog sure can grin. He was just like a man. I smelled and
I was icky and sticky, but I had to laugh, he was so funny."
"I patted him on the head and went into the house. I had to
hold my robe closed, but out away from my front so I wouldn't get
it smeared with his stuff."
"I took a shower and went to bed again. I went right to
sleep, too, which surprised me in the morning when I woke up and
realized it."
"I wasn't ashamed of what I'd done with Bo. It was just
something very private--just between him and me. I knew he
wouldn't tell ..."
"Oh, yeah, it happened again."
"I didn't think about it, I didn't plan for it to happen
again. But the same sort of pressures started working on me and I
was unconsciously intrigued, I guess, and wanted to do it again."
"During the time between when I went to feed him and exercise
him and train him, Bo was very good. I mean, he did everything
right. He even ran some races I didn't think he was capable of,
against three of our best dogs."
"Just for me, I think."
"But it was embarrassing sometimes he'd see me in the morning
and bark and leap up on me and his cock would slide out--all
shocking pink and wet and long."
"Right away I had to teach him 'NO!' After a couple times of
pushing him away and a hard voice he got the idea. He learned to
stay down and not presume."
"But he kept looking at me kind of puzzled and yearning and
hoping, all the time. He didn't forget."
"Well, finally, one night I was that way again. I went into
Dad's room and saw he was out sleeping like a dead man; just his
chest moving. Zonked on barbs."
"I went into my room and turned the light on and took off my
robe and pajamas and looked at myself in the mirror. Like I said,
I've got a fine pair of breasts and my nipples stick out good, but
the rest is nice, rounded fat. Plump ... pleasingly plump. I
haven't changed any in the three years since ... not physically
anyway."
"I could hear Bo calling me ... sort of a low howl, and the
whining."
"I turned off the light and went to bed naked and tried to
sleep, but my hands kept going to my breasts and twisting my
nipples. Not a hard twist, just enough to make them tingle and
ache and feel funny."
"And then I was on my back, legs up, hands down in my crotch,
working away with busy--busy fingers.
"God, how I finger-fucked myself! Two fingers in and out as
fast as I could move them. I guess I was unconsciously trying to
imitate Bo's speed."
"But I missed his warmth and big, strong body and the feel of
his fur, and the way he panted with his tongue lolling out and the
way he licked me. And the way he responded to me, the way his big
brown eyes followed me everywhere."
"But even using my finger--two of them jabbing deep into my
cunt--I still had a tremendous orgasm. I closed my eyes and had a
vision--Bo fucking me with that long, hot, wet pink candle of a
cock of his--and I came like lightning hit my guts."
"It left me gasping and shaking. And I heard him out there
in the dark, calling to me. And I wanted to go to him."
"I fought it a little. I loved him and I knew he needed me.
But I was afraid of myself. I was afraid I'd offer myself to him.
It was weird. But a sex-ridden, all-mixed-up fifteen-year-old
girl can get so emotionally screwed up sometimes, it isn't funny.
My whole life was greyhounds, racing, and my dad (and he was
impossible to talk to ... he was like a hermit almost; he never
talked to me). I was in isolation, didn't have any girl friends
or boyfriends, and kept a lot to myself ... All I had was Bo."
"So I lay in bed with my fists clenched trying not to hear
him. And my belly was itching again and I was rubbing my thighs
tight together and my breasts were getting a hot feeling."
"Finally I just started crying and got up and put on an old
robe (an old robe deliberately) and went out to him."
"The other dogs smelled me, too, and they snuffled around in
their runs and houses and barked some, too. But Bo had a special
voice. I could tell his call every time."
"I let myself into his run and locked the gate. He seemed to
sense this was different than during the day when Dad or someone
else was around and he had to behave."
"He pranced around me, whining eagerly, smelling me, his nose
sort of flexing and wet in the dark, his paws making patterings on
the hard-packed earth."
"I said, 'Hi, Bo. Your mommy's here.' I knelt down on the
ground and took his long, muscular neck in my arms. I kissed his
sleek head and whispered in his ear."
"He started trembling in my arms and rolled his eyes and his
rump started to wriggle and bob up and down."
"'Ohhh, does April's Boy have a yen?' He was whining loudly.
I stroked his back and side and slid my hand down under to his
upcurving belly and back to his loins."
"It was out, all right. The minute he felt the touch of my
fingers he started jabbing the air."
"I took my hand away. 'Don't you want to lick my breasts,
Bo?' I opened my robe and exposed my breasts. I took his head in
my hands and guided him."
"He snuffled at my breasts and then his tongue fell out of
his mouth and slurped up over my left breast."
"It sent shivers through me. I petted him. I cupped my left
breast and offered it to him again. He licked it again. My
nipple felt like a Fourth of July sparkler! 'Oh, good boy, good
boy ...'"
"He got the idea I liked it. He kept on licking with that
long, warm, groovy tongue."
"I leaned back to make it easier for him to lick, and then I
was flat on my back on the ground and he was standing over me, his
long neck reaching down to me, his tongue slurping over my naked
breasts, leaving a trail of saliva all over and I just let him
lick me where he wanted."
"I was in a kind of dizzy spell. I was sort of paralyzed. I
couldn't seem to move."
"He licked closer and closer to my crotch. Then he snorted
and snuffled and his tongue sort of slurped right into my crotch,
right into the juices."
"Talk about electrifying sensations! Talk about dreadful
delight! My head was swimming. My heart was going thunk-thunk-
thunk! My guts were icky with scaredness, and his saliva was
cooling, drying on my breasts and belly and his tongue was lapping
in my crotch, slapping up against my cunt!"
"My legs opened up all by themselves. He was dragging that
long, wet, silky-rough tongue up into my crotch again and again,
right over the lips of my cunt, tasting my juices and liking it, I
guess. He was snuffling loud and putting that cold wet nose down
in there, too."
"I think my clitoris was sticking out like a sore thumb
because his tongue was grazing over the tip of it. Jesus Christ,
what a screamy-creamy feeling! My ass lifted off the ground each
time he slithered that tongue up my slit. I was frazzling."
"I mean I was coming! He kept up that licking there for a
minute or two and I was in orgasm every second."
"Then he broke and ran around me in small circles, barking
and whining. His cock was sticking out like a poker under him."
"I just laid there and was dizzy. It was like a dream."
"I called him to me. He came and lowered his head and licked
my face. I laughed and petted him and pulled him around so I
could get my hands on his cock."
"He pranced and stepped on my chest and then got one hind
foot next to my head and one hind foot next to my right armpit."
"He was right over me! I got my right hand around that long,
moist, red cylinder of a cock and put my other hand on his back to
steady him and keep him in position, and he started fucking my
fist."
"I was looking right up at it. He was hunched, his ass down,
jabbing away--right in front of my face."
"It was like looking down the barrel of a cannon. I knew
when he shot off, it would go all over my face and get in my hair
and everything."
"But I didn't care. He was so exciting to watch! His ass
was working so fast. That thin, long cock was moving in my fist
like a piston. He was so alive, so eager, so basic and
unrestrained. God, I loved him! He never held back--not in a
race, not in his love for me, and not in enjoying sex."
"I wanted a man like Bo. I guess Bo spoiled me for men for a
long time."
"That swelling started to build up in his cock, like a big
egg forming halfway down, getting thicker and thicker and rounder
and bulgier, till it was like a kind of hilt that stopped my fist
from sliding down his cock any farther. But there was still about
four inches in front of that swelling knot. A greyhound is a big
dog, and he has a long cock, altogether, when it's all slid out."
"Anyway ... I felt the first pulse in his cock and the first
shot hit me in the throat. It was like a soft bullet--I could
really feel it hit. And then it was shooting all over! Two or
three times a second!"
"Now this'll turn you off--but I got some right in the mouth
... yeah, right square into my mouth so it was way back in my
throat almost, right on my tongue so I got a good taste of it."
"Well, you know, I'm--I've sucked off a lot of guys ... I
swallow their semen--my husband's semen all the time now. I dig
it. They each taste a little different."
"But Bo tasted sort of bitter, like creamy pickle. And it
made me gag and spit and almost vomit. I rolled over and drooled
saliva and made ugly noises ... I wanted to be sick."
"But the taste stayed in my mouth and I finally got up on my
feet and let myself out of his run and stumbled back into the
house and got a bottle of wine out of the refrigerator and took
two or three big swigs of it."
"That killed the taste and I went in and took a shower and
washed my hair."
"The funny thing was by the time I was in bed again I was
giggling over it and I went to sleep like a rock."
"Things were okay for another couple weeks. But I started
having dreams. Very vivid, real dreams--about Bo. I kept seeing
him jumping in the window and jumping up on the bed--in my dreams.
And I was shameless. I pulled him down under the covers next to
me and pressed up against him. He was very warm and I hugged him
and I was naked against him."
"I played with his cock and slid down under the covers and
put my cheek next to that long tube of a cock. He smelled very
doggy and dirty under there, but I didn't care."
"In those dreams I did weird, awful things. One time I was
under the covers and I had his cock in my fist next to my face,
and he was jabbing away, and I put my mouth over the end of it.
Try sticking your finger into your mouth--no, try sticking your
finger in rancid butter and then sticking it in your mouth and
jabbing it in and out real fast, as fast as you can! That was
what it was like in my dream--and then suddenly the covers were
jerked away and there was my dead mother glaring down at me. She
had eyes of fire that burned right through me."
"She didn't say a thing. I just shriveled up. And Bo was
suddenly gone and I was alone and awake and crying."
"But those dreams didn't stop me. I loved Bo. I kept
thinking about his tongue licking between my legs ... and the
tremendous sensations it gave me."
"So ... I guess it had to happen eventually ... I got up one
night and checked to see that Dad was zonked out on pills and I
went out and brought Bo into my room."
"He was nervous at first so I just petted him and got him
used to jumping up on the bed. I didn't try any sex with him. I
just soothed him and lay against his warmth and was quiet. And I
talked to him, too, low and confidential. I told him all my
secrets."
"After a couple hours I took him back to his run."
"The next night I got him again, around midnight, and took
him into my room ... and up on my bed. I couldn't get him to stay
under the covers. It was too warm for him. So I used him to keep
my naked body warm. It was a beautiful thing we had. He was very
well behaved. He licked my face a little, and I petted him, but
he didn't get excited sexually unless I was. I guess it was my
smell that turned him on if I was worked up."
"So you guessed it. About the fifth time I had him in my
room, when he was used to it and at home with me on the bed, I
started petting him, running my hand down to his belly, to that
furry bulge that holds a dog's cock."
"Bo started licking my face. I squeezed that furry holster
of his and rubbed it gently ... and little by little his cock
started to swell up and slide out."
"I was naked. And I guess seeing and feeling his cock slide
out like that sort of turned me on, because I got the itch good
and strong in my belly, and I wanted him to lick me again, on my
big breasts and between my legs. I guess I started to ooze a
little down in my slit."
"Bo smelled me. He was laying on his side but he wanted to
stand up. I held him down and kept on tenderly fingering his
cock. I got a shivery feeling up and down my back. I slid my
hand up and down that long thing and I wanted to try it ... I
really wanted to see what it would feel like inside me."
"You have to understand--it's important--Bo wasn't just a big
dog to me. He was somebody who loved me and I needed his love.
He adored me. The way he looked up at me with his big brown
liquid eyes sometimes ... it just turned my heart to water. My
heart just did flip-flops. He was a person in a dog's body. He
could almost talk to me. I got so I knew exactly what he was
thinking and feeling."
"So when I took him into bed with me--it wasn't terrible or
perverted. It was just pure love. But I was a pretty mixed-up
kid. I really didn't know where my head was at."
"I crooned to Bo, and whispered to him and shushed him when
he started to whine too loud or tried to bark. And he knew he was
supposed to keep quiet inside the house, there in my room. But
sometimes he got really excited and forgot."
"I finally let him stand up on the bed and start to lick me.
I whispered to him and petted him and guided his head to my
breasts. He remembered and his tongue slurped out and started
wetting my breasts and nipples, and his muzzle and lips, too, like
a slobbery kiss, warm and wet."
"My breasts got even heavier and fuller. My nipples felt
like steaming rocks."
"The itch deep in my belly was like poison ivy inside, but
with a funny heat."
"I slipped a couple fingers of my left hand down inside me
and slushed around and in and out, but it wasn't much good. It
just got me hotter."
"I smeared the juice all over the outside of my cunt. Bo was
getting more and more eager."
"I took my hand from his neck and he had his muzzle down
between my legs right away."
"It was incredible the way he worked his long tongue there.
He slobbered a lot and I knew it was wetting the blankets, but I
didn't give a damn."
"Bo seemed to just love the taste of me. He seemed to be
trying to get his tongue way into my slit."
"I was hardly aware of what I was doing. I just suddenly had
my knees high and wide open and was reaching down there to spread
myself even more for him. And I was shaking like a leaf. God--it
felt like ice and syrup and sand-paper with velvet--that tongue!
That long, slithery tongue!"
"Bo had me gasping and panting like a bitch in heat. I was
kind of delirious, I think. He kept up that tremendous licking
for the longest time!"
"The more I got the more I wanted. I loved it, I loved him
..."
"Something clicked in my head and I turned over and got up on
my hands and knees. I spread my knees wide so it would be easy
for him."
"My guts were icky with fear and sort of sexy dread. But I
was hot as hell and I wanted Bo's long, thin hot cock inside me."
"He didn't know what to do at first. He jumped around on the
bed and licked my ass and down into my crotch, but he didn't think
of mounting me, not right away."
"I talked to him low and soothing, and finally I just waggled
my ass and waited. My heart was thudding in my chest like it had
boots on. But that itch in my belly and my love for Bo kept me
trying."
"He knew I wanted something, he just couldn't figure out
what. I just didn't look enough like a female greyhound to make
his instincts work."
"But he was all hot and bothered, too, and after a couple
minutes he sort of accidentally mounted me for a second, then slid
aside and off. But--wow--I had a second of feeling his cock jab
at my crotch."
"I encouraged him and eventually he hopped up on me again.
His front paws were on my back and shoulders and he was panting
and jabbing away at my crotch again."
"He didn't get in--he was between my thighs, hitting my ass
... but he stayed in position for about ten seconds, and I made
encouraging sounds and said, 'Nice Bo, good boy!' and like that.
I tried to reach under and grab his cock and put it in, but he
didn't know enough to be still for a second--he just kept humping
away blindly."
"Then he slid off and pranced around me on the bed, then
thumped down onto the floor, and jumped back on the bed--with that
long pink rod sticking out of him underneath."
"He made a lot of noise--the bed creaked and rattled when he
jumped around on it, and he shook the house when he jumped down to
the floor. I mean, he weighed over a hundred twenty pounds."
"If I hadn't known for sure my dad was doped to sleep I
wouldn't have dared bring Bo inside."
"But then he got an inkling of what I wanted, because I was
still crouched down on my knees like that and I was calling to
him."
"He jumped up on me again and started jabbing. And it
happened. Jesus, did it! Suddenly he found the hole and I almost
screamed! It was just wham--six or seven inches of dog cock was
plunged into me!"
"Then it was gone and he was outside, jabbing away, trying to
find the glory hole again. Because Bo knew--he'd had just that
little split second taste of me and he wanted more."
"He kept scrabbling and with his paws on my shoulders and
back ... he kept sliding off one side or the other and having to
jump up again."
"And he kept trying to hold on--and he was excited, too, and
he dug his claws into my skin. It hurt too much--and I was afraid
he'd break the skin and rip me."
"So I turned around and calmed him down and petted him and
then went to my closet and put on an old leather jacket I had. It
felt cold and clammy on my bare skin--it was unlined--but it would
protect my back. I left the front open and got back on the bed
where Bo was sitting, panting, grinning, his tongue lolling,
waiting."
"I got into position again on hands and knees, my bare ass
hanging out, and he right away jumped up on me from behind."
"It worked--the jacket worked fine--he could get a hold in it
with his paws and didn't slip off me."
"And he seemed to know I had put on the jacket for his
benefit and that I wanted more fucking. He kept on trying to find
my hole again."
"And he finally hit gold! He popped into me again, and he
gave a little yipping bark of delight. And this time he didn't
pull back too far and lose it."
"All I knew was sparkles and stars. He had that hot rod all
the way in and was humping like a piston. I was electrified. He
was like a spear up in my belly and it was reaching some place
very special. The itch spot was getting rubbed and thumped real
good."
"I was kneeling there on my bed, my head hanging down, my big
breasts hanging down, wobbling with the movement of his fast bumps
up against my ass, gasping and panting while wonderful Bo was
panting over me, doing his little dance on the bed, and fucking me
like mad all the while."
"It was all so frantic and quick! Bo didn't know anything
but machine-gun speed. It was just incredible. The first few
seconds scared the shit out of me. I was afraid of getting hurt
inside or something, because he was really in me! I'd never felt
anything in that far! And being fucked for the first time that
fast--all out--was almost terrifying.
"And getting fucked by a dog--an animal--even a loved animal-
-was kind of a shocker, too. I really loved him and I knew dogs
better than I knew people. I knew Bo better than I knew my own
dad. Dad hardly ever spoke to me. But still--I knew it was a
perverty thing. Not exactly normal."
"So it took me a while to get used to it all. I mean, it
took me about three or four fucks that way before I got so I could
relax and enjoy it a lot."
"Bo didn't shoot off in me that first time. I got scared--I
thought I heard Dad getting up and I stopped it. I made Bo calm
down and held him in my arms to keep him from trying to mount me
and making those loud half-barks."
"I listened hard but the house was quiet. I finally put on a
robe and crept down the hall and looked in on Dad. He was in that
drugged sleep, quiet, long, deep breathing. I can tell."
"So I went back to my room, and played with Bo--let him fuck
off in my fist, and got him to lick my cunt some more. But my
insides felt a little bit sore, and I decided to wait a few days."
"But I could hardly wait, after that night. I was all creamy
inside, and hot. But I forced myself to wait till the small
irritation inside went away."
"So two nights later I made sure Dad was zonked out and then
brought Bo inside to my room. He was eager--he knew what we were
going to do. I had to shush him because he was so excited he
started to bark impatiently a couple times.
"I got naked and put on the leather jacket first, even before
I let him lick me. God, how he loved to lick my cunt! And how I
loved to have him do it! I opened up for him and pulled my slit
open with both hands--everything was exposed--all juicy and ready-
-and he slurped out that long, wet, slab of rough pink velvet and
lapped away ..."
"You've got to believe I came in a minute. My clitoris was
getting the full treatment. I was whining almost like he was."
"The more he licked at me the more hot I got. I had an
orgasm and that started the itch in my belly, somewhere under my
belly button. Then I had another orgasm and my whole pelvis was
glowing. Boy, did I want to get fucked."
"I guess when you're a kid a half-crazy, neurotic girl like I
was ... still am, too, I guess--you sort of lose touch with the
world--with what's really right and proper. Things seem right to
you that practically everybody else would throw up over."
"I didn't really think what I did with Bo was so terrible.
It didn't hurt me, physically, or emotionally. It's supposed to,
I guess, but I don't think it did."
"Come right down to it, you know, I think I just needed love
then ... and Bo loved me, and I needed to give love, and I focused
on Bo ... and I think the physical sex part wasn't as important as
maybe it seems."
"Oh, shit, I don't care! I dug it! I might as well level.
I enjoyed it. I mean, once I got used to it, and Bo got the hang
of fucking me, it was terrific. It was so wild it sends shivers
through me now."
"No man in the world can fuck a girl like a big dog, if he's
trained right, and there's love in it. That sounds crazy, I
guess. But I think it's true, and I'm not just copping out. It's
not just an excuse."
"Anyway ... that night I turned over again and he got up onto
me from behind, and jabbed away for a few seconds, looking for the
right place ... and I finally reached under and back and took his
cock in my fingers--jesus, it was so wet and hot and stiff! -and
I aimed it and he plugged into me."
"He was so excited he lost it ... and I reached under and did
it again. I got about ten seconds of fast, hard thumping, with
that rod going up into me like a bullet each time."
"It took my breath away, and I was a little scared again. An
animal--a dog--is so unrestrained! He's very basic. Ruthless."
"Anyway, I had to reach under and grab his cock and point it
right, about a dozen times. And the last few times he got hip ...
he waited for me to put it in the right place. He was learning!"
"But I didn't let him shoot in me that night. I was getting
sore way up inside again. It was a mixed feeling tenderness and
pleasure. I had the feeling if I let him go ahead I might come,
but the pain would get too keen, too. But we fucked a lot longer,
that second time, and I knew it was just a matter of getting used
to having him fuck me that deep and that fast."
"So I waited five days before doing it again. And then six
days after that, and the night finally came when I knew I was
ready to go all the way and let him fuck me all he wanted."
"I knew I could take him. I wasn't afraid. I made damn sure
Dad was doped up with his two or three heavy barbs."
"I went into his room and shook him to see if I could wake
him. He was like a warm corpse. I even half-yelled in his ear.
He only frowned and turned over. I was safe."
"I went out and got Bo. He scampered around me on the way to
the house, snuffling at my robe, trying to wedge his head in
between my legs. I had to push him away and whisper, 'Not yet,
darling.'"
"I went into the kitchen first, and he followed. I got some
leftover gravy from the refrigerator and started it heating in a
sauce pan."
"I had a weird, perverty idea. I knelt on the floor and
whispered sweet, soft words to Bo and petted him. He tried to
push his head between my thighs and I let him. I leaned against
the stove and opened my legs and let him lick my slit. He
trembled and whined as he did. It got me hot in a minute."
"When the gravy was warm, but not hot, I took it into my
bedroom and Bo followed eagerly. He could smell it."
"I took off my robe and put on the leather jacket and let it
hang fully open. My big breasts kept it open, too."
"I smeared some warm gravy on my breasts and called to Bo. I
was sitting on the edge of the bed. I sank down to my knees. He
whined happily and started licking the smeared gravy."
"It was wild. I leaned back against the side of the bed and
stuck my cheat out and let him lick me clean. Then I smeared my
breasts again ... and again ... He licked endlessly, willingly.
My nipples were on fire and my whole breasts felt like warm
balloons."
"He didn't need any urging to put his narrow muzzle down into
my crotch. I stood up and sat on the edge of the bed again and
opened my legs wide for him."
"Bo snorted and snuffled and pushed his snout right in, deep
between my thighs and started working his tongue on my slit."
"I wanted more contact. I pulled my legs up till my knees
were pressing against my chest. My cunt was wide open to his
tongue."
"He slithered his big long tongue all over me there, licking
and dragging it over my protruding clitoris till I was moaning--it
was sparkles of pure pleasure."
"I couldn't stand it any more, after about four or five
minutes of it. I got up in the middle of the bed and knelt in
position for fucking."
"I didn't have to call Bo. He jumped up right away and his
long poker was sticking out. He climbed up with his front paws on
my back--in the jacket--and his tail was swishing back and forth,
wagging, and he knew to wait till I reached under him and guided
his cock."
"I was breathing fast and deep. I was still a little queasy
in my guts, every time he got into position and poked that rod so
far up into me."
"But I wanted it! And I got it!"
"Jesus, the shock of that thing going in the first time, no
matter how juicy and worked up I was, was something! It always
hurt some, and my insides sort of spasmed."
"But Bo didn't care about me. He was a fucking machine once
he got inside. He loved the feel of my cunt inside."
"Christ, I can't get over how fast he could fuck. It took my
breath away. But that long cock of his sliding in and out so
quick was a turn-on for me, too. That sensation of being
penetrated--that rod slamming way up into my belly like that,
pounding away like mad against that spot--the uterus or cervix, I
guess ... it just about turned my brain to jelly."
"Bo wasn't perfect. He kept losing me and I had to reach
under all the time and put him back in. But even with all that--
shit, I had me an orgasm that just about turned me inside out."
"That furry sheath at the base of his naked cock kept rubbing
and bumping against my open slit as he fucked me. It tickled the
hell out of my clitoris. That drove me crazy--and at the same
time all that pink rod was driving into me like he was churning
butter ... yeah, he was churning my butter all right!"
"It only took me a minute to make it. From all that licking
he had done beforehand--I was primed."
"I was panting and waggling my ass and damn near screaming,
it was so good. And then I felt that knot start to swell up in
his cock ... and it was in me!"
"I guess you've heard the story about how a dog can get stuck
in another dog if the knot gets big inside the bitch. And the
idea is it can happen to a woman if a big dog is fucking her and
he gets scared or something and the knot swells up and he can't
pull out."
"That's bullshit--at least as far as a woman is concerned.
First of all, the swelling isn't that big. It hurts a woman who
isn't used to taking a big man, but that knot can't get stuck in
her. It'll only stretch her, and if she's hysterical, too, it
might cause her to freeze and clamp down, which could hurt even
more--but the dog could still pull out."
"So when I felt the knot forming in Bo's cock it didn't scare
me. As a matter of fact--it started to feel extra good--like a
kind of big French tickler. It popped in and out of me and rubbed
my clitoris going in and out. It was a weird sensation, that knot
going in and out of me, and the end of his cock reaching all the
way up in me--and then some!"
"It's an experience, getting royally fucked like that by a
big, loving dog like Bo. But I guess just the thought of it would
blow most girls' minds."
"Anyway, Bo was really working hard--fucking me like a
maniac, and getting ready to shoot off in me. He was growling and
whimpering all at once, and prancing around behind my ass while he
plowed into me."
"I was getting up into orgasm country again, very fast. It
surprised me and made me feel really perverty to make it twice,
because it was proof I really dug getting screwed by a dog. The
first orgasm you could say was sheer excitement and the novelty
and mostly psychological. But the second time was the convincer.
And I was getting that hot fluttery feeling in my belly and
everything was tightening up."
"I went off just after Bo started shooting. I could feel
that stuff squirting out in my cunt, up inside, it shot out of him
so fast and hard."
"I didn't care--I was making it, too, and that stuff made the
fucking sort of sweeter and more intense."
"Then Bo was finished and off me. He just wasn't interested
anymore. He jumped off the bed, grinning, and snuffling around,
looking for a place to sleep, I guess."
"I just sort of slowly folded down flat on the bed, with that
stuff of his dribbling out of me, running down my thighs."
"I was numb in the brain and sparkling in my belly, and sore
in there and sore around the entrance, too, from the way his knot
had been rammed in and out so fast and hard."
"But I didn't regret it, then. I don't now, either. I
really don't."
"After a few minutes I went into the bathroom and washed up.
Then I put on my robe and took Bo out to his run and locked him
in."
"I had to change the top blanket. It was too wet and icky in
spots. I put the pan of gravy back in the refrigerator."
"Sure, a week later I got hot pants again and went out and
brought Bo inside. And we did it again and I came three times."
"The next time was three days later and I couldn't get
enough. I started to think about training some of the other dogs,
too. I was kind of crazy. I was sex-mad."
"My affair with Bo lasted almost six months after that first
good fuck with him. We never got caught."
"But then--poor Bo got killed. It was a fluke thing ... he
got out of his run one time when I was in town--he dug his way
out--and I guess he went off to look for me."
"Some stupid kid out hunting in the hills shot him. Said he
thought Bo was a deer. Bullshit! He just wanted to kill
something--just wanted to aim and shoot something alive."
"I was heartbroken. It was a crisis for me. Dad put me into
a boarding school to 'straighten me out.' And I gradually got
back to normal. Anyway, I ran away and came out here and started
mixing with people."
"I met Tom and started shacking with him, and Phil joined us,
and I've got all kinds of friends now and a place in the world.
I'm about normal, I guess."
"I don't think I'll ever make it with a dog again, though. I
don't think I'll ever get that close to a dog again, or need a
dog's love and affection that much."
"Bo was my whole life for nearly a year. I still puddle up
and cry sometimes when I'm blue and I think about him."
Chapter 2
And Doggie Makes Three
The phenomenon of couples, almost always men and their wives,
almost always in their late twenties on up to the fifties,
training dogs (usually big dogs) for sexual purposes, is both
fascinating and disturbing.
Such activity is minimal, and secret, and it exists almost
exclusively in the "swinger" area of middle-income, bored, mate-
swapping, jaded, thrill-seeking people in large cities and their
suburbs.
In Beauty/Beast, Vol. 1, Roger Blake supports this view:
"From my own research among swingers and wife-swappers who have
sex-parties today, some of which are almost on a par with the
fabled Roman Orgy, bestial acts are the latest in fad. During the
ten or more years that swinging and mate-swapping have become so
widespread and popular (almost paralleling the 'sexual
revolution'), I have noticed that they always seem to be looking
for something different. It seems, at times, that many of them
are obsessed by what they feel is 'the attractiveness of evil.'"
A historical note might be added here, for perspective.
Allen Edwards and R.E.L. Masters, in their The Cradle of Erotica
mention: "Historically, bestiality has commonly been put to more
therapeutic uses in the West, especially as a remedy for venereal
diseases (to which end it is also employed by Muslims). Europeans
have further attempted by bestiality to cure cases of satyriasis
and nymphomania. And aging males, brooding regretfully over their
declining virile powers, have also sought to find in intercourse
with various beasts an improvement of their potency--a search
sometimes crowned with temporary success, since any novel erotic
act may in some cases, and for a time, revive flagging appetites
and capacities."
Within the "swingers" there is an inner, exclusive group of
"super-swingers". Those who, for complex emotional reasons, will
try anything and are attracted to the idea of sexual relations
with an animal, the dog being the most handy and easily trainable.
As the following interview shows, the "doggie training"
couples are not easily discouraged and count it as a mark of pride
and accomplishment to have a disciplined, well-trained dog.
It takes months to properly instruct a dog in his sexual
duties, and persistence and dedication is required of its owners.
In The Animal Lovers it is stated: "The Rosenfeld survey
reveals that the majority of female bestialists prefer dogs, both
for sexual intercourse and for cunnilingus. A California woman
told me: 'Properly trained, a dog can french a woman much better
than a man. For one thing, his tongue is larger, and a dog seems
to enjoy the actual taste of the secretions ... often he (her
poodle)--will french me for as long as an hour!'"
The interview below came about as the result of misdirection;
I was interviewing a couple about their wife-swapping activities
and attitudes, when the husband let slip something about their
dog--a beautiful, full-grown German shepherd--who was lying at his
wife's feet, watching me alertly.
The wife colored slightly and said, "If you're going to tell
him about that, I'll leave."
She was calm but uncomfortable. I was not a close friend,
actually almost a stranger, and not someone with whom she herself
could immediately talk so honestly and openly.
I knew the husband fairly well, though. He grinned and
winked. His wife left and he went into the other room to talk to
her for a minute, then returned.
It was okay to tell me about it but not in their apartment.
She didn't want to be "in hiding" in the bedroom while he gave all
kinds of intimate details to me.
But it was alright to go over to my place for the questions
and answers. As he described her attitude later, in the car, she
was willing for him to tell me everything about her and Khan and
himself, but she couldn't bear to be present. I wasn't "one of
us" and while I could be trusted (she knew me by reputation
mostly), she still didn't have the sangfroid required to sit with
me and talk about it herself, into a tape recorder. An
understandable attitude.
The interview:
"Khan is one of the family now. In a way we center our whole
lives around him. We never had any children."
"We got him as a puppy. We bought all the books on how to
take care of him and how to train him. When you live in a city
you have to have a well-trained dog."
"We taught him to sit, heel, come, and stay. Then to beg,
roll over a few standard tricks. Once we got him to know he was
important and we loved him and he would be rewarded if he did
well--it was easier and easier. Khan is a highly intelligent
animal."
"You know we've been in the swinger scene for four years.
It's changed a lot ... people accept it more now, and join in
easier."
"We enjoy it, but after you've been with about a hundred
different couples and single girls, the variety of human types--
physical and personality-wise, well, it repeats--you begin to see
patterns and duplications. And after a while ... most of the
people you meet and go to bed with are all the same. You get
bored."
"Our starting in with Khan, sexually, began as a joke.
Marsha was lying in bed, naked, beside me, and we were just
playing around a little. It was after midnight and the TV was on
at the foot of the bed. A talk show was on. Some doctor was
saying sex is good."
"Marsha is impulsive; she said, 'Pricks are good,' and she
rolled over to me and started sucking me off. I was soft at the
start, but she is an expert at it. Inside twenty seconds or so, I
had a helluva hard on. She was using her 'swoop' style--long,
slow sucking, where she takes practically all of a penis into her
mouth and throat, and pulls back slow and easy, then swoops down
and takes it all again."
"I worked a finger into her and started finger-fucking her
slow and easy. She stopped sucking to say, 'bowling ball,' which
is a code, sort of, to mean the way you grip a howling ball, which
means sexually ... Well, she turned around so her back was to me
and she was leaning over my belly, with her rump in easy reach of
my right hand."
"She likes 'bowling ball'; it's a variation that gets her
really worked up. When Marsha is really lathered she is like a
sex maniac. I knew she was interested in a good, long sex-time.
"I started fondling her cheeks and running a finger down into
the crack ... down into her crotch to her vulva.
"She wriggled her hips and sucked me better and better. I
got my first two fingers into her, then ran the ball of my thumb
over her anus ... and then pushed my thumb into her--then I had
two fingers in her vagina and my thumb in her rectum--like
gripping a bowling ball."
"She gave a little bubbly moan and wriggled her rump against
my hand. I kept my fingers and thumb moving in her. She was
swooping faster and faster, taking all of my penis with an open
mouth, then clamping tight on it for a long, slow withdrawal."
"I was getting to the point of no return. She knew it, too.
She kept right on. She started moaning all the time, low and very
expressive ... which meant she was getting worked up to a high
pitch. She is very sexually involved with the oral thing--she can
get very aroused from sucking. She says the feel of a hard prick
in her mouth and the business of mouthing it and tonguing it and
feeling it get harder and harder and longer and longer and finally
gush off ... it makes her so horny she has to have a lot done to
her for a long time to satisfy her built-up yen."
"I knew when she reached that enthusiastic sucking and low
moaning stage I had a long night ahead of me going down on her and
using some of the devices on her."
"The 'devices'? Mostly the vibrator and the dildoe with the
ticklers and the pommel. It's a strap-on model, with a hollow
inside I can wear it when I'm too limp, or so another girl can use
it for variety. Believe it or not, most of the women are
intrigued by a strap-on dildoe. They always get around to trying
it on and using it. They all secretly want to be men, I think.
To see what it's like to fuck a woman. They pose in front of a
mirror wearing the thing and giggle and laugh ... some girls get
hysterical from laughing. Some get very disturbed, too, because
wearing it has a strong attraction--they respond to the secret
bull-dyke element in themselves and it scares them. Give a woman
a dildoe like that and watch her reaction; it's very instructive
in human nature."
"I let myself go and gushed into Marsha's mouth, just as she
wanted me to. It was fantastic. When she knows you're about to
go off she clamps tight around your penis on both the up stroke
and down stroke, and works her tongue like a snake."
"I was empty for the night--we'd done it the night before,
and I'd gone off three times then--so there wasn't much left."
"She sucked me dry and rolled onto her back. She said, 'Get
me a soda, honey, please.' She always likes to drink a soft drink
after sucking somebody off."
"I went into the kitchen, naked, to get a can of cola, which
was all we had in the fridge at the time, and stopped to pet Khan.
His sleeping box is in a corner of the dining room."
"He followed me into the bedroom. I didn't hear him on the
carpet. He was beside the bed before I realized anything."
"The point is--there was Marsha with one leg hanging down off
the bed, using the vibrator cup on her clitoris, and she was lying
there with her eyes closed, that soft smile on her lips I know so
well, and her hips jumping and squirming ..."
"I said, 'Look who followed me in here.' She looked and
said, 'I need a good active male about now.' She put the vibrator
aside and reached for the cola. She laughed and patted Khan's
head. 'You want to fuck your mommy, darling?'"
"He loves Marsha. He started licking her leg. He smelled
her vulva--I could see his nose twitching and flaring."
"She let her thighs fall open further. She petted him. She
sipped from the cola and smiled at me and winked. We watched to
see what he would do.
"Khan sniffled at her crotch, looked at her, looked at me,
for a word of disapproval or approval, for some guidance."
"Marsha smiled and said, 'Good boy, Khan. Do your thing,
boy.' And to me she said, 'Do you think ...?'"
"Khan sniffed at her again, then, experimentally, licked her
there, just once. He looked to her again, then at me."
"Marsha had a funny look. She said, 'Do we dare?'"
"I was curious ... and I wondered how far she would go. I
said, 'Go ahead. See what he'll do.'"
"She giggled, 'What if he bites?'"
"He's too well-trained. He wouldn't hurt you."
"She took a deep breath and turned off the vibrator. Its
humming bothered Khan. The sound probably set up ultrasonics or
something in his ears. She sat up and shifted a little more on
the bed, so that he could reach her crotch more easily. She
patted his head and scratched his ears. 'Do it again, Khan. Lick
your mommy.' She gently pulled him closer."
"He rolled his eyes and looked at me. I sat on the floor
beside him and patted his side. I ruffled his coat. 'Good boy.
Do it.'"
"It was as if he understood me. We were both smiling and
happy with him. He laid his chin on Marsha's thigh and looked up
at her, so sorrowfully, but with that keen intelligence that you
see in German shepherds."
"She kept petting him and then shifted her crotch closer and
closer to his muzzle. 'Don't you want another taste, Khan?' She
was saying it lightly; it was a joke, nothing serious."
"He licked her there again and was petted and crooned at.
His tongue curled out and he licked her persistently for about ten
seconds."
"I could see his tongue slide over her vulva and the tip even
slithered inside, into the really wet surfaces of the labia, and
probably over her clitoris."
"I saw her face when that happened, too. Her eyes opened
wide and she gasped once. Her stomach tensed. She met my eyes
for a second. She looked puzzled and ashamed and delighted all at
once. Her left cheek twitched. Khan was still licking at her ...
in her ... and her inner thighs started to jump, too. I remember
the exact intonation of her voice. She said wonderingly, 'Oh,
God, Harry!'"
"The way she said it made me almost feel the sensations she
must have been feeling. I started to get another hard on. I
petted Khan as he kept up his tonguing her crotch. 'Good boy,' I
said."
"Then I noticed that he was getting an erection, too. His
penis was beginning to slide out of its sheath."
"I told Marsha. She was delighted. 'Really?' She craned
her head to see. 'This is fantastic. I've got a new lover.' And
then she flushed. Id never seen her turn red like that. It
spread all over her face and neck and chest, down into her
breasts, in a speckled, mottled way.
"I asked, 'Do you want to try to get him to fuck you?'
"Oh ... what an idea ..." She was flustered. "I don't know
... do you think that's a good idea?"
"'We could try. It's something new. Lots of swingers are
training their dogs for this."
"I guess so. Oh, Harry--his tongue is incredible!"
"She actually writhed. When she did that I knew she was in
orgasm. She reached for my hand and gripped it. She was panting,
eyes squeezed shut."
"Khan just kept on licking at her crotch. There must be
something about her secretions or her smell or both that makes him
eager to lick her like that. Maybe he's only responding to the
smell of a female's lust, as if she were a bitch in heat."
"Marsha had three orgasms in a row. I could see her belly
sucking in and out and her thighs trembling. Then she gasped, 'I
can't stand any more. Too strong!'"
"I patted Khan and pulled him away. He whined and looked at
me reproachfully."
"Marsha slipped off the bed to her knees beside him and
hugged him. 'Oh, Khan; you are a good dog. You're going to lick
your mommy a lot from now on. But your tongue is too much to take
for very long.'"
"She told me later it was like padded silk which had a one-
day growth of whiskers."
"I took him back to his bed and gave him a few pieces of dog
candy as reward, then told him to 'stay.'"
"When I returned to the bedroom, Marsha was drinking her cola
again. She laughed and flushed again and said, 'I feel depraved
as hell.' She sort of evaded my eyes, too."
"But two nights later we called Khan into our bedroom again,
and while he licked her off, she sucked me off. That was
fantastic. I was lying beside her head and was fucking her mouth
as she faced my hips, while Khan lapped away at her open thighs."
"When she was coming she put a hand on my rump and urged me
to fuck her mouth deeper--all the way. She can take me that way
because I'm not all that big, and she has the trick of not gagging
somehow. I've seen her go down on guys with up to seven inches--
big, fat seven inches--and she could do like that folk song says,
'Just open her throat and swallow a goat'"
"So I rammed all the way in till she was mouthing my balls
every plunge. A couple seconds of feeling her throat and the root
of her tongue tightening around my glans was enough. I went off
like a geyser."
"Getting Khan to fuck her was a long process. He was
willing, but we had to find the right position and everything. It
took months. It was a game for all of us."
"Slowly, though, he got the idea. We had him doing it facing
her, standing between her thighs. She was lying half on, half off
the edge of the bed. Khan learned to keep his forepaws on each
side of her chest and to stay within her arms."
"Khan doesn't have a big penis. He's eighty-four pounds and
twenty-three inches high at the shoulder--not as huge an animal as
a Great Dane, but I think smarter and more human, although you'll
never get a Great Dane lover to admit that."
"A Great Dane is a helluva beast for a woman to take. We
made contact with some other 'dog fanciers' in the swinging set,
and one couple had a Dane they'd trained in the fucking arts.
That woman wouldn't make it any more with her husband ... or any
other man. It was her Dane or nothing. That animal was superbly
trained. I'll admit that--he could get up on her and steam that
pipe of his into her till you'd think she would drop dead, or he'd
get tired. But that monster could keep it up for ten minutes at a
time. They put something on his penis to make it insensitive so
he'd last longer ... some kind of fluid."
"That dog drilled that woman like he was driving rivets ...
and she was quivering and moaning and jerking under him almost as
soon as he started. When he finally got off her she was as limp
as a rag. You should have seen the dreamy look in her eyes,
though."
"Most dogs in these situations--you know, when they're
trained for sex, too--most dogs are one--family dogs, in that they
won't fuck or lick another woman or man."
"Khan is that way. He won't do anything to another woman.
It must be that he's loyal to Marsha or is focused on her or only
likes the taste of her particular secretions. He's a one-woman
dog, for sure."
"During the months that we were training him to fuck
properly, Marsha was at first awfully embarrassed. She still is
around people we aren't swinging with. She can't really open up
and be natural about herself and Khan except with me and other
'doggie training' devotees we've found."
"She couldn't look at me at first when Khan mounted her. She
blushed all over, but that passed. Soon she was making jokes, and
hugging him and encouraging him unselfconsciously."
"I suppose she relaxed because I was as interested in it as
she. My psychology--I'm not sure why I like to see Khan fuck
Marsha. I love her and I think it's partly wanting her to have
all the enjoyment and pleasure she can. Partly it's doing the
unconventional. Partly it's ... I suppose there's an element of
masochism and self-hate and hate for Marsha--to see her being
fucked and licked by a dog. Not much, though. I've always been
an individualist and never did accept the puritan ethic and the
'Public Morality.'"
"It's hard to tell what really motivates Marsha. She likes
thrills. She likes to live full blast, but with discretion.
She'll try almost anything, but not exhibitionistically. Showing
Off, with an audience, is not her can of beans."
"On the other hand, we've been to get-togethers where the
hostess and host put on shows for the guests. These were swinger
parties, you understand, but even so--"
"Before I get back to our experiences with Khan, let me tell
you about a couple out in the Valley. They have a huge mastiff
named Caesar--funny how the big dogs automatically seem to be
named with 'big' names I like Caesar, King, Khan, Rex, Prince,
Duke, and so on. Well, they really are noble-appearing animals."
"This mastiff is the biggest damn dog in the world. Like a
small pony, you'd swear. He measured thirty-eight inches at the
shoulder and they told us he weighed as much as his owner--which
is one hundred eighty-four pounds. THAT is one helluva dog.
Especially when you consider that the man's wife is only five-
two."
"This actually happened. You can ask Marsha if it didn't.
In fact, we're supposed to go to their place again this weekend.
We probably will, too, just to see that brute go to work on them
both."
"Yes, indeed. Caesar fucks them both. The guy likes to take
it in the rear like he was a bitch--down on all fours. Right in
the middle of their sunken living room. And they don't mind if
you bring along your camera and take some pictures."
"Hey, I've got some I can show you, if you'd like, of them.
I don't know if Marsha will agree to let me show you the ones we
have of her and Khan."
"They have a big round hassock they use. The woman--her name
is Doreen--lays on it on her back. It's just the, right height
for her and Caesar."
"The first time Marsha and I went to their place there were
two other couples besides ourselves. No one brought their dog--
dogs have trouble accepting other dogs in scenes like that: they
get into jealousy and territoriality and all kinds of confusion.
Three or four big male dogs in an apartment like ours, for
instance--it'd never work. One dog to a party is the rule."
"Caesar is a beautifully behaved animal. And beautiful to
see, too: he's a golden brown, with a massive chest and heavy
legs. He radiates power with every line, every move."
"After drinks and some talk, the conversation at swinger
parties always gets around to sex and usually the unusual
variety."
"Marsha and I were inhibited in talking about ourselves and
Khan, but the other couples were very open ... the talk was down-
to-earth: tips on how to train a dog to lick a woman properly. To
mount her, to keep him calm, to slow him down and make him last."
"Then there were some straight swinger pairings. That's
almost automatic. I was approached by the hostess and asked if I
would like to play with her in the bedroom.
"She--Doreen--is small, as I've said, and slim--most men
would call her downright skinny. Her hipbones are prominent, and
she has thin legs, so there is a wide gap between her thighs at
the crotch. Her breasts aren't much--almost nonexistent; little
fried-egg things with small pinched nipples. One thing unusual
about her: she has a big, wide, thick muff of blonde pubic hair."
"We went into her bedroom and started kissing. She said she
didn't like intercourse with men who wouldn't 'plug' her in the
rear."
"I told her I'd done it a few times and it was okay."
"That was a go signal. She became very erotic and said she
needed a good 'fuck in the ass' to warm her up for Caesar."
"She squirmed all over me and started mouthing my penis once
I had my pants off. She had stripped right away--she had had on a
pair of gold hotpants and a blue bulky knit pullover sweater. All
she had to do was pull off the sweater and push down the hotpants
and she was naked."
"She smelled nice--great perfume--and so I started licking
her in imitation of a dog--right between her wide-spaced thighs--
right on the hairy lips of her vulva. It wasn't much fun--I
prefer a woman who shaves her pubes or who has very little natural
hair, like Marsha."
"But Doreen could use her mouth with great skill. She didn't
like to take much more than the head of my penis, but she could do
it all exquisitely with her tongue and lips and inner cheeks and
palate."
"When I was erect she presented her buttocks to me. 'Put
some spit on it and plough right in,' she said."
"I put fingerloads of saliva on the end of my penis, then
between her cheeks, on her anus. I pushed a wet finger into her
there and she was tight but easily expandable."
"She said, 'Do anything you want to me there.'"
"I slid my finger in and out of her anus. It was smooth and
snug and slippery. I pressed in another fingertip, then the rest
of the finger. She said she loved it. I finger-fucked her for a
minute."
"I asked if she took Caesar there, too. She said she took
him wherever he entered--he didn't know the difference and he did
it in whatever hole he got into first. She said she loved it
whichever it was."
"I got into her anus with my penis after that, but didn't
come in her. I quit after about ten minutes and she offered to
suck me off. I said no, I'd wait till later."
"She was pretty well aroused. I went into the bathroom to
wash off my penis, and she went out into the living room, stark
naked."
"When I entered the living room she was sitting on the round
hassock in the center of the sunken room with a young woman, a
wife of one of the men, kneeling with her head between Doreen's
skinny, wide-open thighs, eating her ... wetly and noisily."
"The girl was rather lovely and had long black hair. It
surprised me that she would do that, with an audience. But she
acted drunk. Her husband wasn't too happy about it, but he
pretended not to care."
"Then Doreen's husband brought Caesar in from their
backyard."
"Everybody took a quick breath. That brute is big, and he
walks like a lion--kind of loose, don't-give-a-damn swagger. He
came in on the end of a thick leather leash and his large blunt
head, with that mastiff jowl and muzzle and heavy dewlaps, was
high and alert."
"Caesar saw Doreen on the hassock and trembled like a switch
had been thrown. He pulled on the leash to get to her."
"But Bill--Doreen's husband--said, 'Heel,' and Caesar obeyed
instantly. But his nostrils were flaring. He was inhaling all
the smells in the room. He stood, eager, at Bill's side, about
ten feet from where Doreen lay getting eaten. He moved his paws
anxiously."
"Doreen saw him, of course, and said, "Hello, Caesar. I'm
getting ready for you.'"
"It's always surprised me a little how directly and
intimately women talk to their dogs--especially to big dogs, and
especially when those big dogs are their occasional or frequent
sex partners. They talk as equals, as if the dog understood them.
Sometimes they even talked as inferiors, as slaves."
"We were all quiet, watching. I circled around to Marsha who
was sitting on one of the three steps that descended to the living
room floor. The entire house was carpeted wall-to-wall in a deep-
pile brown shag."
"Doreen smiled as she lay on her back. She said to
everybody, 'Ohh, I'm close ... I'm close ...' Then she pushed the
girl away. 'Don't finish me. I want my superman now.' She meant
Caesar."
"All our eyes shifted to the huge dog as Bill unhooked the
leash from his collar. He didn't have to lean over to do it--that
dog's neck was as high as his waist."
"Marsha said to me, 'Oh, God, Harry, look at the size of
it.'"
"Caesar's penis was sliding out of its sheath under his
loins. He was straining forward, leaning, waiting for his master
to release him from the 'heel' command."
"Caesar's penis was shockingly large. Dogs, I think, have a
larger penis for their size than a man, so when you get a mastiff-
-big mastiff--you have an animal that is stronger and faster and
quicker than a man his own weight ... and with a penis, a thick,
pink rod of flesh, that makes the average man look puny."
"Caesar's penis was like a reddish broom handle that kept
lengthening, sticking out forward under his belly. It kept coming
out and out and out."
"Marsha whispered in shocked amazement: 'That thing must be
at least eight inches long!'"
"I had to agree with her. I'd never seen a man hung as
large."
"Bill was playing it dramatically. He pointed to his wife
lying waiting, legs open, on the large round hassock, and he said
to Caesar, 'go fuck Doreen.'"
"The dog didn't leap forward. But he went quickly, and that
stiff penis waggled as he moved. He stopped close between her
bony, open thighs and snuffled her crotch thoroughly, inhaling the
smell of her and the other woman and perhaps even my residue of
went."
"Doreen was grinning. She patted his head. She whispered
loudly, commandingly, 'Fuck, fuck, fuck, Caesar, fuck!'"
"Abruptly, he reared up and plopped his paws on each side of
her thin chest. He was a monster standing over her small white
body. His penis was all the way out, and I mean to tell you it
was a magnet for every eye in the room--that long, thick, reddish
pink handle. It was at least eight inches."
"Doreen opened her thighs still more. 'Fuck ... Fuck ...'"
"He did, too. He started jabbing at her vulva, blindly, and
after about the sixth prod he found her vagina."
"His big back curved in that way dogs have when fucking, and
he danced his big hind legs to get closer--and before anyone
realized--he was smacking that big penis all the way into her."
"Doreen--you could see her belly bloat up and see her arms
tighten around his neck--gave a funny indrawn, sucking gasp."
"I think every other woman gasped with her. I know Marsha
did, beside me. She cringed and went 'Ooooh!'"
"That big stiff red pole went up into Doreen all the way.
She took it. It looked to me like her eyes bulged, along with her
stomach. Something had to bulge, because she's skinny with a
small body and she must have been really stretched inside by that
thing smacking up into her like that."
"It was smacking, too. Everyone heard it. He buried part of
the end of his sheath in her vulva, too, with the thrusts he
made."
"You've got to realize how big Caesar is! And how much power
and weight he has. Getting fucked by an animal that big, with a
penis that huge, for a woman Doreen's size--it must be a
shattering experience, no matter how many times it has happened."
"It seemed that way with her. She was coming unglued almost
at once. You could see her muscles tremble and spasm. Her mouth
was wide open and she was breathing like a bellows."
"Marsha gripped my hand. She was frightened just seeing it.
Nobody could look away or do anything but look. Caesar pounded
away into her like a steam-powered battering ram."
"It must have lasted two or three minutes. Doreen's thin
arms tightened more and more around Caesar's neck. It didn't faze
him. All it did was lift her off her back. Her head was shaking
like she had that nervous disease old people get sometimes."
"Caesar was panting, too. It takes a lot of wind and stamina
to do what he was doing. He was obviously enjoying it, too, of
course. In fact, he came about then--shot a helluva load into
her. It ran out of her, too, while he was still pumping more into
her. It squished out around his thick penis and smeared the
plastic top of the hassock under her scrawny buttocks--thick
creamy stuff. And it lathered the insides of her thighs and got
into that heavy blonde muff of hers."
"Then Caesar just lost interest. He got down off her and
looked around at us like a bored king. Bill called him over and
fed him a handful of cookies."
"Doreen just lay there quivery. Her left leg was jerking
slightly and her belly was still jumping. What got me, though,
was the way her vagina stayed open--wide open--an oval hole
between her thighs, framed by that fringe of thick pubic hair. It
was a pink, white-smeared tunnel."
"Then she rolled over onto her belly, her thighs closed, and
people stirred."
"Marsha went to Doreen. I followed. She helped Doreen up.
'Are you all right?'"
"'Am I!' Doreen had a 'glory' expression."
"Marsha said, 'I don't see how you can ... manage him. He's
so big!'"
"Doreen only nodded. She started for the bathroom, Caesar's
stuff running out of her, down her legs."
"Bill made fresh drinks for everyone. He said, 'In an hour
I'll be on the hassock getting royally reamed in the ass.'"
"Caesar wasn't taken outside. He roamed the living room's
levels, wandering among the guests, a massive animal. If he
bumped you in passing, it was you who was thrown aside."
Doreen returned in her gold hotpants and blue sweater. She
wiped off the hassock with a damp towel. She went away with the
towel and returned immediately. She took a double scotch and
sipped it."
"One of the other women--the one who had been giving Doreen
head--asked her, 'Doesn't it hurt?'"
"Doreen nodded. 'At first. It's like a telephone pole being
shoved in by a giant. But that's only the shock of it all at
once. After the first few times of having it go in and out like
that I loosen up and it begins to feel like--well, the pain goes
away, mostly, and it feels like I'm being totally used. I'm
helpless and getting fucked like no man could ever fuck me, and
it's simply glorious. The universe is what that giant is doing to
me with that giant prick. I'm like a leaf in a storm. I'm like a
worm on a hook.'"
"The woman said, 'He's certainly a magnificent beast.' She
was uneasy because Caesar had pushed between her and Doreen and
was sniffing at Doreen's crotch."
"Doreen patted his head. 'You're a faithful lover, aren't
you, Caesar? He only will fuck me and Bill.'"
"We were sophisticated--but the male guests couldn't quite
imagine themselves submitting to sodomy by a dog--especially a dog
with a penis the size of Caesar's."
"Nevertheless--Bill was quite open about it. He seemed to
anticipate it. He gave Caesar an hour to recover, then went with
him and with Doreen to the hassock in the center of the sunken
living room."
"Bill had a tube of lubricant in his pocket and took it out.
He dropped his pants and pushed down his underpants. He is one of
those men with hairy legs and back. He knelt with his knees on
the carpet and his stomach and arms on top of the hassock."
"Caesar knew what was coming. He trotted in circles around
the hassock, watching, as Doreen slathered the lubricant into the
crack between Bill's buttocks, and worked a finger into his anus."
"Bill wriggled his hips like a woman. He muttered something,
and Doreen worked a second finger into him. She worked as deep as
she could, loosening him up."
"Then she called Caesar and said, 'Up, up, Caesar. Fuck,
fuck ...'"
"The mastiff reacted like a button had been pushed. The word
'fuck' made him quiveringly alert. His penis started to slide
down into view."
"Bill reached back and pulled his buttocks apart. His anus
was visible, a small, brownish, puckered, closed opening. Caesar
snorted and mounted Bill. His big front paws were planted on
either side of Bill's shoulders."
"I noticed that Doreen had smeared some lubricant on her
right hand. She took Caesar's long, stiff broom-handle of a penis
in that hand and guided the huge dog's thrusts."
"Bill grunted when the end of Caesar's penis stabbed into his
anus. He gasped, 'Jesus!' and then groaned and grunted as the
rest of the solid, pinkish red shaft was jabbed deep-deep-deep
into his rectum with quick, vicious thrusts."
"I winced the way Marsha had winced when Caesar had plunged
into Doreen earlier. I could almost feel that big thing
penetrating, ramming up into my colon ... the way it was into
Bill's."
"Bill reached wide and hugged the round sides of the hassock.
His eyes were closed tight. He groaned, 'Jesus God.'"
"Caesar panted and plunged eagerly. At least eight thick
inches of stiff mastiff penis was pushed and pulled with
startling, shocking speed in and out of Bill's rectum."
"Bill was breathing loud and fast through his nose. Caesar's
plunges into his anus were driving Bill in reflex lunges forward
on the top of the hassock."
"Doreen sat on the floor and I watched. I couldn't see her
face."
"Looking back on it, with Bill letting himself get fucked
like that by Caesar, I think now Bill is a homo. Especially since
Doreen likes to get it that way. I think Bill fucks her that way
almost exclusively and probably imagines she's a boy while he's
doing it."
"Anyway, Caesar fucked him hard and fast for about three
minutes. The breath was rasping in and out of Bill and he started
groaning toward the end of it in a special way. Like he was
enjoying it ... very much."
"Finally Caesar squirted his stuff into Bill's rectum and
pulled out and walked a little distance away and flopped down on
the carpet on his side and looked around at everybody, his tongue
hanging out, grinning at everybody."
"Bill got off the hassock slowly. As he raised up we all saw
he had a big hard on, and there was a sticky little mesa of semen
on his belly and on the plastic surface where his belly had
pressed his penis."
"Bill grinned, too, a little bit self-consciously, I think.
He said, 'Caesar will be ready, willing, and able again in about
an hour if there are any volunteers ...?' He pulled up his pants
as he said this."
"But nobody wanted to make it with Caesar. The girls were
afraid of him--too big. The other men didn't dig what Bill had
just done."
"Getting back to Marsha and Khan ... the first time he
mounted her and fucked her till she had an orgasm was on a Sunday
morning. Ah, yes, I remember it well."
"It was a hot, sunshiny morning, and we were lying in bed
naked, with the sun pouring in on us."
"Marsha said, 'Want to get sucked off?' She'll say things
like that, out of love and goodheartedness. She's a great wife
for me."
"I said, 'Sure, want me to get Khan?'"
"She nodded; she didn't blush. We'd been training him for
months, off and on. I opened the bedroom door and called him. He
trotted into the bedroom immediately. He knew."
"Marsha got into position and Khan immediately started
licking her crotch. I started to get hard from seeing it."
"I was on the bed beside her and saw her reaction--she loved
it. A long 'ohhhh' came from her throat and she turned her head
to me. 'Give it to me.' She meant I was to feed her my penis."
"I said, 'In a minute.' I wanted to be sucked off by her
while Khan was fucking her, if possible. I told her and she
nodded okay. She gripped my hand as Khan licked her with that
long, wet, rough tongue."
"I could see little muscles twitch and jump in her cheek. I
said to Khan, 'Good boy. Keep it up, boy.' I reached down and
petted his head. He rolled his eyes at me and kept on licking
her. I saw his tongue-tip curl into her vulva, right in between
the lips, for a good taste."
"He whined and licked into her again and again, as if
relishing a strange, exotic sauce. Whatever is in her juices he
likes it a lot."
"Marsha gripped my hand harder and harder. Her hips began to
work in slow undulations. Her belly sucked in and released
quickly. 'Harry ...'"
"I kissed her on the mouth. Her tongue leaped into my mouth
and her lips opened like hot petals. She moaned into my mouth
softly and fluttered her tongue madly."
"Then Khan seemed to tire of the licking game and on his own
jumped himself up so he was in fucking position between her thighs
at the edge of the bed. He did his little dance with his hind
feet. His penis was out, stiff and pink, and he prodded at her
crotch."
"Marsha broke our kiss when he jumped his forelegs up onto
the bed on either side of her breasts. 'Oh, good boy, Khan.' She
stroked his sides and reached under to guide his penis. She held
the end of the sheath, since his exposed pink shaft was very
sensitive."
"Marsha was very intent. I could see pure lust in her eyes,
unashamed lust. It's hard to describe--a kind of intent look, and
kind of glazed, too. She was breathing fast."
"Suddenly she got him into her and he thumped all of his
penis into her instantly, and kept banging away as fast as he
could."
" 'OH!' Marsha jerked and shuddered and started to come.
She threw her head back, then from side to side. She managed to
gasp, 'OH, GOOD BOY, KHAN!'"
"I patted him and moved up to present my penis to her lips.
She saw it and moved her head to allow me to push it into her
mouth."
"I was aware of Khan's head and shoulders close by--he was
watching us as he fucked her. It was unusual. But it gave an
added thrill to the action. I was as hard as I've been in years.
Tingling."
"I fed Marsha about four inches and filled her mouth. She
sucked me deliciously--fervently, in a kind of frantic urgency,
and in a state of extreme arousal. In fact, she was trembling on
the brink of orgasm. She was writhing, clutching Khan's neck with
one arm and urging me with a hand on my buttocks to thrust all my
penis down into her mouth, into her throat. Her hot breath hissed
around my glans in her mouth. Her tongue lashed and slithered on
it."
"But I didn't press all the way in; she needed her air too
much. She was panting heavily. She closed her eyes tight and
spasmed, trembling with pleasure as Khan kept on punching his
penis into her, driving hard, rubbing the tip of his furry white
sheath into her open cleft."
"All the while he was fucking her, Khan lolled his tongue,
did his little two-footed dance between her thighs, and panted,
too, in the quick-breathing way of animals."
"I was close, getting the old familiar hot glow of sensation
and deep tingling that meant the peak was rolling up to the
surface."
"Marsha's mouth became a scalding heaven for me. In the
throes of her orgasm she did something special with her mouth and
tongue a kind of rippling clutch that milked my penis and brought
me off right then, almost instantly."
"She was moaning loudly on and around my penis, and sucking
like a maniac. I shot deep into her mouth. I was staring down at
her and her opened eyes were glazed--she hardly knew where she
was, only that her mouth was full of my spurting penis and she was
being fucked incredibly fast."
"She swallowed automatically and gasped and gurgled and
swallowed more as her clutching mouth and tongue refused to let my
penis be withdrawn. Her hand on my buttocks still urged me
deeper."
"Then she abruptly turned her head, my penis slipped from her
lips, and she was gasping like a bellows, her chest rising and
falling under Khan. Her nipples were hard little red spikes."
"Marsha gave a series of short, sharp groans, almost like
barks. Her eyes closed tight. She clutched Khan with both arms,
so that he had trouble getting enough curve into his spine that
down-arch that drives his whole rump and loins."
"Khan was frantic, too, and was making it. He growled
softly, pantingly, and tried to hug Marsha with his forelegs, to
dig his paws under her in a way, for better leverage."
"I confess I get a tremendous kick out of seeing Khan's penis
belt in and out of her that way--it's incredible. I can
understand why it gives her so much pleasure, purely as a physical
thing--having that long, thin penis pistoning in her while the
furry sheath hits her open vulva and tickles the hell out of her
clitoris at the same time. That sheath--or fur-covered scabbard
would be a better way of describing it--seems almost designed to
fit into the gaping vulva of a woman when she's got her thighs
wide open and is hot and bothered."
"Marsha tells me the sensation is indescribable. She gets a
funny look in her eyes when she talks about it. And as a matter
of fact, we don't fuck much anymore. She hasn't really wanted it
from me for ... since just after she made it with Khan. Hmm.
Should I be jealous?"
"No, seriously, it's okay with me. I like to see her enjoy
life, and Khan, too. He enjoys fucking her. We're a family now."
"That sounds weird, but it's true. Almost every night we
have him into the bedroom, and sometimes during the day."
"I don't know--maybe she and Khan go at it during the day
when I'm working. It wouldn't surprise me. It wouldn't disturb
me. She used to use the vibrator a lot when I wasn't home, so
..."
"I don't miss fucking her. I actually prefer her mouth. She
is an expert at it, and when she sucks me when she's supremely
aroused--like when Khan is licking her or fucking her--wowee, does
she go to town and get me off beautifully!"
"And watching them together is a kick for me--I told you
that--yes, and--well, I suggested we think about a bigger dog in a
few years, when Khan is old. A Great Dane or a mastiff. That
would thrill me seeing Marsha take the penis of a full-grown
mastiff. Wham-wham-wham! Eight inches into her like a steam
hammer."
"But you know women--she's afraid of something that big. She
likes Khan's size. So I suppose that's the way it'll be."
"The future--well, eventually, I suppose we'll get tired of
Khan. Even Marsha will."
"We're in contact with a small group--a few couples--who are
experimenting with a fucking machine. A real machine. Some of
the husbands are mechanical--in the aircraft industry and
electronics and they're putting one together in a basement. It's
for the women, a kind of masturbation of them, effortless.
They'll just lie down, fit themselves to the size dildoe they put
on the machine, and turn it on. Dials for speed and depth of
thrust and everything. They claim it's for science, for sexology
research. With the way things are going, you never can tell--they
might end up selling it to some government research group for a
million dollars. Can't you just see the clerks in the patent
office when ..."
"I'm waiting for the suck-off machine to come along. That'll
be quite a civilization we'll have--sex between men and women will
be obsolete because the machines will perform better and never get
tired or cranky or ..."
"Of course that's the far future. For me, I don't think I'll
ever find anyone better suited to me than Marsha."
Chapter 3
A Donkey Named Peter
The Kinsey reports tell us that women are known to give
cunnilingus to cows and mares, sheep and goats. They fellate
donkeys and manage coitus with bulls, stallions, donkeys, and
ponies. Not always for "show" purposes, but because they prefer
it and like it.
Most bestiality on farms is between boys and animals. Dr.
Frank Caprio details this in Variations in Sexual Behavior, but
"most" means some bestiality is between girls and women and
animals.
And Dr. Rosenberger, in Bestiality, suggests it is of greater
incidence: "It is believed by many medical authorities that the
percentage for women is even higher!"
Thus it is not too surprising that an adult woman could or
would involve herself sexually with a donkey. Given the
circumstances described below by a retired veterinarian it is
highly credible.
Howie is sixty-five years old and a retired veterinarian. He
used to live in a mountain state, in a poor country that was
mostly scratch farms and rocks.
I met him when I stopped at a local park for a few moments to
watch a shuffleboard match.
Howie is a garrulous, white-haired, small, portly man who,
when I first met him and later when I interviewed him in depth,
was wearing violent red suspenders and a wildly colorful Hawaiian
shirt ... with gray pants and wing-tip brogues ... and a straw
hat.
He was soaking up the sun, peering through sunglasses and
talking at anyone who came near.
He vented a constant flow of information about himself, about
life, about his circumstances, about his former profession, about
people and life in general:
'Well, you know, the grave is the last place anyone expects
to end up, even when he's got one foot in it."
The bad thing about working with animals is you have to put
up with their owners.
"With Social Security I get lots of society but damn little
security."
Howie isn't very original but he talks fast, he has a
pleasant lilt to his slightly nasal voice, and he uses his hands
like an orchestra conductor.
After a few minutes of talking about himself, he asked me why
I was free in the middle of the afternoon. I told him I was my
own boss--a writer ... and inevitably I told him my specialty."
"Things I could tell you if you're interested ... things
happen on farms you wouldn't believe. People and animals are
isolated--snowed in--for months on end; some pretty hairy things
happen."
"Yes, air, and not just with the men doing things with cows
and sheep and mares and pigs ... that's common. What I mean is
the farm women sometimes out there in the mountains without men.
Widows ... women in their forties sometimes, with a lot of vinegar
left in them, they do some strange things to scratch that old sex
itch."
"No one out there, to tell on them, you see. Animals won't
tell. Well, that ain't true exactly, either. An animal will tell
a vet a lot in small ways ... there's ways of telling what's been
goin' on, to a trained eye. I could tell you ..."
Of course I invited him to my place with the understanding I
would make a recording of what he said, but would alter names and
places, if specific names and places were mentioned, and when they
were mentioned."
That was agreeable to Howie; he loved to talk, and "Talking
down-and-dirty about sex--that's my favorite kind of talk."
I laid in a supply of beer to keep his throat well oiled at
his hinted request and he showed up exactly when he said he'd be
by.
"I used to laugh my fool head off when a cow or heifer or a
mare or filly'd get colic or something and I'd be called out to a
farm. If there was a boy on the farm in his teens maybe, or a
young hand, and he was hanging around looking worried about the
animal and he didn't own the animal, then right away I knew he'd
been dipping it in on the sly and was scared I'd find out some
way."
"You know, sometimes the young ones would be worried sick
they'd caused the animal to be sick. Some figured sure as hell
the animal was pregnant from him and was goin' to have a half-man
foal or something."
"But what raised the hair on the back of my neck was when a
woman was the one who was worried about a stud animal, worried in
a certain way. Hard to describe what I mean. Didn't come across
it too much, but ..."
"Well, there was a time like that about thirty years ago
during the war. This young woman was stuck on a farm and her
husband was off in the Army--in North Africa, I think--and she was
just putting in her time, not farming the land. She lived off the
allotment checks. That was a hard, lonely life for her with
nothing but a radio and a donkey for company."
"Turned out that donkey ... name was Peter, as I remember ...
turned out that donkey was a lot more than company for her."
"How I got into it was this way: the animal turned croupy
some time in, oh, I guess it was February or so of '43, and she
came in to my office to have me come out to see to it."
Now I remember this in detail, in vivid detail, what comes
later, because it is something you do not see every day or every
year or every decade, even. Seeing a pretty woman getting poled
by a donkey is a sight to see!"
"Now I got to set this scene for you, so you bear with me
now. I liked this woman, let's just call her Bess since I don't
want to give her, real first name and you don't want me to
anyway."
"I liked Bess, and I had an idea I might get close to her if
she had a yen for it and didn't mind cheating on her husband a
little."
"Bess was a pretty woman ... damned pretty ... with long
chestnut brown hair hanging straight down, like your hippie girls
wear hair now, and Bess kept her hair long and combed shiny.
Never saw a speck of dandruff in her hair. And she was tall for a
woman, too, about five-nine or so, and solid. Not fat, not chunky
or too hippy. She had a figure on her! Curves in the right
places. A nice big pair of milkers an her, meat on her bones, but
not a bit too much. Fine, shapely woman, oh, about thirty-three
years old or so."
"She had a proud look to her. Kept her head up all the time
and looked everybody right square in the eye."
"You could have knocked me over with a straw when I saw what
I saw that day a couple weeks later."
"Right away I went along to her place--about fifteen miles
out--and dosed that animal with some new stuff that was out that
was good for the croup. Peter--the donkey--was wheezin' and
coughin' pretty bad. That was when I got the cold feeling along
my neck--the way she stood over him and had to be sure he'd get
better. She was in love with that animal, more'n she loved her
husband. I could tell. The little barn was neat, clean,
everything painted, fresh hay, feed, oh, she was pampering that
stud."
"What made me sick and sure was how clean that animal was.
She must have given him shampoos and put perfume on him ... for
all I know she maybe wiped his asshole after he shit. He was that
clean."
"But what clinched it for me was the way that animal reacted
to her. He brayed soft-like, and looked at her--followed her with
his eyes everywhere she went in that barn."
"And if she got close and petted him, stroked his neck like,
then that pecker of his started to come out into sight. Slid out
like a pink bone, it did."
"I noticed it and she saw me look and she turned red--just
colored up like a girl seeing her first naked man."
"She stopped touching that animal then. She moved away fast
and turned away and went out to the house to get me a drink of
something."
"But I knew. I had the stomach flops for a few minutes,
thinking about it."
"And over in a corner of the barn, maybe twenty feet away,
was this narrow little mattress with a blanket sewn around it.
Not more than two feet wide and three feet long--it was a baby's
mattress, from a crib. Had to be, now I think on it. Always
puzzled me. Now I figure it out thirty years later. The mind of
man is a wondrously stupid thing, sometimes."
"Well, I couldn't figure at the time what that little
mattress was for. When I came back two weeks later without her
knowing I'd be visiting ... I found out my suspicions were right."
"What a sight--Bess on her hands and knees on that mattress
under that animal, her getting poled with that pink bone like
there was no tomorrow!"
"I admit, I admit, there's a lot of pure dirty curiosity in
me, and a good handful of voyeur in me, too. I've seen things on
the sly that few men ever see."
"Seen lots of men and boys poling animals. Some were right
out in the open about it with me. They didn't think it wrong at
all. They figured it didn't matter one way or the other, since
it's only an animal, and it feels good."
"One old coot of a prospector used to bang his donkey mare
all the time--for years--out in the mountains while he was panning
out stake money and looking for a big strike."
"Lots of widowers take to their cows. Can't say I blame
them. No woman will live on them scratch farms with 'em. Those
men got no place else to go and nothin' else they can do. A man
needs some pleasure and a man's pecker gets pretty demanding."
"So you get the rare woman who takes to a stallion donkey or
maybe a colt ... not too surprisin' under some situations."
"Usually, though, a woman can always find a man, if she needs
company and some fun in bed. No call to start using an animal.
Most men will travel a long way to bed a woman."
"And you take a handsome young woman like Bess! Well ...
maybe she figured it wasn't adultery if she did it with Peter, her
donkey. Just an animal, you see, just an animal."
"I don't know her psychology. I'm only speculating. Had to
be something a little loose in her mind, though."
"Trouble is, and I speak frankly now, trouble is, once a
woman gets a taste of the right animal--you know, once she gets
one of them big poles in her and an animal whomps it into her a
time or two--then she's no good for a man after that. Once a
woman gets a taste of that kind of fucking ... she's spoiled. She
won't ever be full satisfied with a mere man again."
"Yes, I'm gettin' to it. As I said, I went back to Bess's
farm a couple weeks later with the excuse in my mind to check up
on Peter."
"Actually, I drove up there in the early evening with the
idea maybe I'd get to see something. Well, I'll confess to you
... I went on out to her place and snuck around in the bushes six
times before I hit."
"Left my car around the hill and walked in half a mile each
time. Crept up and saw a light in the barn."
"Crept up to the barn and peeked in through a crack between
those old, warped boards. Big enough to get a good look-see."
"It like to took my breath away. I was right on the money.
There was Bess pushing that little mattress under Peter. She had
him haltered and boxed into a corner so he couldn't move very much
and maybe do her damage with his hooves."
"She had a robe on, I guess, wrapped around her and from
where I was looking, her bent over and a lot of leg showing, and
her big milkers jiggling and hanging loose when she moved, I got
me the idea she was stark naked underneath."
"My heart started pumping heavy, let me tell you. But I
could tell I wasn't going to get a good view from where I was
looking, so I crept slow and quiet around to where Peter was tied
up against the wall and found me another good crack to look in
through."
"Bess had electricity for the house, but it wasn't strung for
the barn, so she had an oil lantern hung up on a spike in a post
near Peter."
"I could see in fine, but she couldn't see me peeking in.
Shadows in the cracks and such."
"Bess was kneeling beside that donkey, rubbing his neck and
sides and sort of crooning to him, saying words I couldn't get.
But I was looking through a crack low enough down for me to see
his pole sliding out."
"Now let me tell you a few things about a donkey. Most city
people don't know beans about animals, 'specially a donkey. A
donkey is like a very small horse, but shaggier, and his ears are
longer. He comes up to a man's stomach with his body and he'll
look you in the eye with his head up. A donkey'll weigh three--
four times what a man does. So you can expect a donkey's pecker
is a mighty size for a woman to get around."
"When Peter's pecker came easing down I was in a good
position to see it--I wasn't more than three or four feet away,
actually. And that thing was like ... well, like a child's arm
from fist to elbow, just about that size. Kind of a wet purple in
color. Mean-looking thing. My belly was knotting up tight, from
anticipating Bess taking that ugly pole into her passage."
"Meanwhile, Bess was kneeling beside the animal and her hands
were moving closer and closer under his barrel of a chest, down
into the shaggy yellow-white hair of his underbelly."
"She got her left hand on that wet purple thing and started
playing with it, running her fingers up and down on it, and
getting her hand around it and starting to kind of jack him off."
"Peter started gettin' frisky with her doing that to him. He
brayed a lot, but not too loud, and he stomped the floorboards
good. And he tossed his head and turned his neck to look at her."
"Bess let go of his pole and opened up her robe and let it
fall off her shoulders. Oh, what a woman she was. I've never
seen a woman to match her since, and I've seen my share."
"She was very white--white skin all over--and built like that
ol' brick shithouae, you know? Had a pair of milkers on her ...
came out to here with beautiful, red, crinkled up teats. You'd
swear she had a half-gallon of milk in them breasts of hers, they
were so swollen and stuck-out and round. You'd swear it would be
a kindness to her to start suckin' on them."
"And she had an ass on her ... each half nice and smooth and
round ... and legs like you see in the movies."
"Only thing not perfect about Bess was her left foot, which
was clubbed, from when she was born, and she walked with a limp
and had to wear a special shoe. Shoes for her cost up to fifty
dollars, I heard once. Still and all, everybody figured her
husband got a bargain, marrying her."
"But maybe that clubfoot made her a little odd In the head.
Kids can be cruel to crippled kids, and I bet she got bent in the
head when she was young. Maybe that's why she took to that
donkey. Or maybe it was those long, cold, dark mountain winters."
"But there I was crouchin' outside that barn lookin' in
through a crack in the boards ... and there she was crawlin' in
under that donkey, with him stampin' and slobberin' from the
mouth, all ready to go, with that long pecker all slid out."
"I frankly didn't think any woman could hope to encompass all
that much pole. I frankly didn't think any woman had that much of
a hole in her."
"But Bess ... I'm telling you. She crawled under that animal
with her ass rubbing the end of that big pecker, and she's on all
fours, like an animal herself, and she gits on her hands and knees
under him, between his four legs, like it was a natural thing. I
got a cold chill seeing her in that position. Wasn't anything to
the creepy feeling I got when she and him started fucking."
"Bess reached back under between her legs and grabbed that
pole and put the end of it into herself. That was a thick chunk
to get in, too, let me tell you. And Peter didn't make it any
easier for her. He was moving around as much as he could, and
beginning to shove, too."
"But she got it into herself and when he felt that he up and
clopped his front feet up on a shelf, just like held been trained
to, I expect, and this gave him a purchase and an angle he needed,
like he was mounting a she-donkey, and he got that first big shove
into her good."
"I could hear everything pretty good. That board wall was a
sieve for sound, and when that pole slammed into her, Bess let out
a grunt with a squeal on the end of it you could've heard for a
hundred yards."
"Of course she didn't limit herself that way. She figured
she was alone for ten miles every way around. So she let herself
go. She talked to that animal like he was human."
"What she did--she leaned forward when he shoved, and leaned
back when he pulled back, and that way she wasn't impaled all at
once, and she didn't lose him, either. She had it all worked
out."
"Even so ... she didn't match him right a couple times and
that pecker fell out of her. She had to reach back and put it
back in."
"And a lot of times--'specially toward the end--she or he
lost the rhythm and she took nearly all of that pole--SMACK--
whole! and boy, she howled good. But it was a good-feelin' howl,
I could tell. She liked it even if it did near stretch her box to
the limit. She had it plow into her like that over a dozen times,
I imagine, and her whole body would snap tight like a jolt of
electricity had gone through her."
"I think that fucking lasted a good ten minutes. She got to
where she was out of her mind, had her hands straight forward on
the boards, pushing herself back on that mighty pecker that was
plowing into her, right up into her. I didn't believe a woman
could find room for a pecker that big around and that long. I
sure as hell ain't seen the like since."
"You take a look at a seven or eight-year-old's arm sometime,
from the fist to the elbow, and you try to imagine that's a purple
donkey pole getting shoved up into a handsome young woman, naked,
in a barn ... The things people will do."
"I got to admit I was sweating while watching all this. I
got the hot chills from seeing it. And my right hand was down in
my pants, rubbing away good."
"But Bess was the one who was really enjoying that fucking
she was getting. She was grunting every time it went in ... and
usually it went in only about two-thirds. She was drooling a
little, too, and not knowing or caring about it. The woman was
out of her mind. I don't know what it feels like to be a woman,
getting fucked like that animal was fucking her, and I don't want
to."
"The cap on it was when the animal shot his wad into her. He
got wild and was fucking her so hard I thought she'd get ruptured.
She was having that pole all the way in, having it shoved in with
a couple hundred pounds of impact."
"She was helpless, like a worm taking a hook. Except she
kept pushing back for more each time he pushed her forward."
"I have to say she shocked me. I was squatting outside,
peering in through that crack in the boards, beating my meat,
watching it all, and I was hypnotized. Bess's milkers were
wobbling under her, like round white pots. Her head was hanging
down, and her long hair was trailing on the blanket over the
little mattress."
"And all this was in that yellow light from the lantern and
with all that fucking causing shadows. And that animal was
breathing loud and fast, like a windstorm. And he kept clomping
his hooves on the boards and braying once in a while ... and
shoving that pole into her as fast as he could. He couldn't get
enough into her, it looked like, and she was grunting when he got
most or all of it in, grunting like a big man had slugged her in
the gut."
"When that animal shot his wad it was like a fountain of
cream had backed up in her. It came shooting out around his pole
from her insides, like a pump. Each time he shoved into her he
shot more into her hole and each time when he got in deep enough
the pressure would squirt the stuff out of her."
"I guess I was pop-eyed seeing all that. I had a handful of
my own stuff shooting out into my pants, I admit that. Got
nothing to hide. Not at this late date."
"Bess was grunting and howling like crazy while that animal
was shooting in her. It was enough to turn me gray. Didn't know
whether to run in there and stop it or not."
"Then it was over. Peter brayed loud once and started to
struggle to get his front legs down off that shelf made of two-by-
fours."
"Bess got out from under him quick. She looked punch-drunk,
and she was dripping a steady flow of his stuff out of her hole."
"She stood up and helped him down. Then she put some extra
oats in his feed trough and put on her robe again. She limped out
of the barn with the lantern and went into the house."
"I went back to my car down the road and drove home. I was
pretty wrung out, and I guess Bess slept good that night, too."
"The thing is, you see, I couldn't let it alone. I wanted to
see that happen again, and stirrin' in my mind was a strong yen to
do things with Bess myself."
"Now, I knew I had an ace to play, having seen what she did
with old Peter. But I figured a picture would be something
powerful to get my way with."
"Understand, I was a young man then, and I had a lot of Piss
and vinegar in me. And good lookin' women were hard to find in
that county."
"I'm not too particular how I get my way, sometimes. I
figured Bess was fair game. All I needed was a good lever."
"I wasn't too nice a guy in those days. I was 4-F because of
ulcers and the fact that the county draft board figured I was
essential to the area, being the only vet for fifty miles or so."
"I had a good camera, used it to take picture of animals for
records and such. Did some picture-taking at the county fairs--
prize animals and such as that, for the local weekly."
"So ... you guessed it, yes, I haunted Bess's farm every
afternoon and early evening for a week before she got her yen up
for that donkey's pole."
"I got my hopes up one afternoon, but she was full-dressed
and carrying a bucket. She spent an hour combing and brushing and
wiping that animal."
"I kept coming back each day. I'm a persistent cuss,
sometimes. I figured she'd set him up again in the same place, so
he could rear up and get his front feet on that shelf ... so I
sneaked up to the barn and I whittled out that crack so it was
wide enough to take a picture through. Then I rubbed dirt on the
cut parts so she wouldn't notice right away."
"Well, she came out to the barn one early evening, and I was
a-waiting. Camera ready. I wasn't sure what kind of picture I'd
get with only that lantern for light, but I had a big lens and I
could open 'er up to one point five and I figured a tenth of a sec
would do 'er. Had that fast double film."
"She had a little bit of hard candy for Peter. She fed it to
him in the palm of her hand and stroked his neck and scratched his
ears good. He smelled her. She had on the same robe and from the
way her milkers jiggled and her teats stuck out, I could make a
good guess she was mother naked under it."
"Sure enough, she led him over to the same place and pulled
that blanket-covered little mattress over. Then she let her robe
fall ... and all that beautiful white body was there to see.
Those big milkers. I remember thinking it was a waste she never
had any kids."
"I clicked me a couple shots of her naked like that. She
didn't hear the shutter with all the stomping and hay-crackling
that was going on."
"She hugged him around the neck and whispered in his ear--I
could see his ear turn and twitch. I took a picture of that, too-
-her pressing herself against him like that."
"In fact, she rubbed herself against him. That shaggy brown
coat of his turned her on, I guess. She hugged his neck and
rubbed her teats against him till they were hard as dried
cherries. They looked a lot juicier, though. Made my mouth
water. Big and fat and wrinkled."
"She was hot to trot. She knelt down like before and got a
hold of Peter's pecker--it was out all the way, of course. Near
as thick as her wrist."
"It was possible for me to see her crotch--I was lookin' in
under the animal--and she was wet there, the lips of her twat was
juicy, almost drippy with that natural slippery stuff."
"She had a hold of that big pecker and was skinning her hand
along it--back and forth, making him stomp and jitter."
"I took a picture of it, but the light under there was bad
because she was blocking it with her body, mostly."
"But then she turned kind of sideways and put her hand down
between her legs and slid two--three fingers into herself. She
did it easy and I realized how stretched she had to be from taking
that huge pecker, God only knows how many times."
"The light fell on her just right, so I clicked a picture of
it. I had enough right then--her with her hand on that pole and
the other hand in herself. I had enough to get her to do my will
if the pictures came out."
"In fact, she sort of froze for a couple seconds, like she
maybe heard that shutter-click, and she looked around fast and
nervous, wild-eyed, but she didn't think of looking at the
knothole I had made. I guess I was lucky the light didn't reflect
off the lens and give me away."
"She listens hard for a while, her head cocked just so ...
but I was froze, too, hardly breathing, and good old Peter kept
stompin' and breathing heavy."
"Finally she decided she'd been imaginin' things, and got
interested in that big pecker again. She played with it a while
and got that animal beside himself. I thought she was just going
to masturbate him the way she was pumping that pole."
"And the thing I took some pictures of was her hand in her
twat. She sat on that little mattress like a Buddha, legs
crossed, and wide open. You get the picture--facing the wall,
which meant facing me and my camera, and she kept on playing with
that big stiff pecker with one hand and with the other hand she
worked herself into a blue-tailed tizzy. She got so she had half
her hand inside her twat, just jamming it in and out, except for
her thumb. Had all her fingers sliding in and out right past the
knuckles."
"Well, the reason she didn't see the lens and the big hole
I'd cut was that Peter's belly was in the way, mostly, and his
hide was so shaggy she had to bend over way low to see all the way
under him."
"Peter brayed loud a couple times, like he was telling her to
get on under him so he could fuck her."
"She said--and I can hear her voice clear in my mind even
now--she said in a sexy voice, Just shook up with passion: 'Yes,
honey, right away. Right now.'"
"She'd she pushed that small mattress under him and got in
there with his belly hair tickling her back. He clopped around in
place and then reared up with his front hooves on that shelf, like
he'd been trained to do."
"Him up like that gave me more light. I got her in perfect
profile as she reached under between her legs and got a hold of
his pecker."
"Then, I think before she realized it, he nailed her with
that big ugly pole. Right into her like a battering ram!"
"His hind quarters give that jerk and she got that purple arm
right on up into her belly so far you'd swear she'd bust open."
"She gave out that squeal-grunt and was knocked forward.
Then he pulled back for an other run in and pulled all the way
out."
"I was ready the second time. When she put that pole in
position I got a shot of her face, too, looking under herself, the
light good enough for an exposure. She was so interested in what
was coming she didn't hear the shutter."
"She give out a 'OH!' when he smacked into her again, but
she moved forward with it and didn't get the full size, then she
moved backward when he pulled. I watched it to the end. I was
practically hypnotized."
"Bess got so worked up she was yelling, 'SHOVE IT IN ...
SHOVE IT IN ...' each time. She was lathered with sweat at the
end, and staring glassy-eyed."
"I watched that pole drive into her all the way just before
Peter blew his wad ... and it was her doing, too--she braced
herself and took it up into her belly. She was suckin' air and
groanin' and grunting each time, but she loved it. She pressed
back, kept pressing back after he knocked her forward."
"Peter, he brayed and snorted and went a little wild himself-
-slammin' that long wicked thing into her, his flanks heavin', his
hooves beginning to splinter the floorboards ..."
"Then it started gushing out of her, splattering down on her
legs and on the floor and all."
"It left her weak, I could see that. Her arms and legs
trembled and she staggered like a drunk for a minute, getting her
robe on."
"I crept away. I was creamin' my pants to get the films
developed. About two hours later down in my basement darkroom, I
knew I had something. I had to overdevelop that roll a lot, but I
got good negatives and good prints."
"There she was, it was Bess all right, getting stiffed by
that ugly donkey pecker. There was Bess stark naked, hugging the
animal and pressing her teats against him, smiling."
"I had a good deal of satisfaction in those photographs. I
made two sets of prints, and I hid those negatives good."
"Then, along about four days later, I made me a visit out to
her place."
"Like I said before, I'm a mean bugger when I want to be, and
I was itchy for her then. If she could see getting fucked by her
donkey, she sure as hell wouldn't turn me down for any good
reason, even if she was married."
"That was quite a scene we had in her house. I'll skip all
the shadowboxing and how she acted all innocent at first, then
angry and insulted and outraged--that all went by the board when I
showed her those photos."
"She got so pale ... the blood just ran out of her head.
Then she looked up and got fiery-red--tomato red and she just
seemed to come apart. One minute she was a proud, angry woman,
and the next minute--just crumpled up, sobbing like her heart was
busting, hiding her face in her hands, huddled over on the sofa."
"I felt like a royal bastard, but I felt good, too, with
those photos giving me power over her."
"Standing straight, Bess was about an inch taller than me.
I'm not a big man, you know--five feet seven, without shoes on.
And I find the older I get I shrink down, too."
"But that was my time to be in control. I had her. I told
her what would happen to her if I told the sheriff what she was
doing with that animal, and showed him the proof. How she'd be
arrested and everybody would know--how it would be whispered
around, how the judge would send her to the insane asylum forever,
how it was in the state hospital with those crazy women shitting
anywhere they felt like it, yelling and screaming, and gabbling
and puking and talking to themselves and even attacking her if
they felt like it, how she'd never get out of there, they'd keep
her there till she died, considering what she did.
"I laid it on thick. Most of it was true, of course. The
mental hospitals in that state are snake pits, and everybody knows
it."
"She was shaking so hard I could barely understand her at
first--but she was waking up that I wanted something."
"I just said it plain. 'Bess,' I said, 'I want to climb in
bed with you and have us some fun, that is all.'"
"She looked at me like I was a bug, but those pictures were
scattered on the floor and she was a fine one to complain."
"She didn't want to. She said she loved her husband, she
said this and she said that, but I just knocked down everything
she said. She couldn't talk me out of it."
"Finally she realized it, I had all the power. So she
finally nodded and asked me, 'Now?' and I said yes, and we went
into the bedroom."
"It was embarrassing at first for me. I'd never forced
myself on a woman before. You should believe that. It was one of
those times ... out there in that lonely, rocky country, with
nothing much to do ... it was one of those times when a man acts
like a man. Not like an animal. I had her in my power and I knew
I could make her do anything and she wouldn't make trouble.
That's a situation few men can leave alone."
"We got naked and I spent a good hour with my hands on her
body, feeling her all over ... especially those beautiful milkers
of hers. Like white satin, with those upstanding teats. Her
breasts were so round and full. Didn't sag hardly at all."
"I sucked on those teats like a thirsty baby--like a newborn
colt sucks on his mother. And I got them teats to stick up hard,
too."
"I wanted to work her up in spite of herself I wanted her to
get hot and want me for a man."
"But as soon as I started fooling with her between the legs I
knew I couldn't satisfy her. I slid my finger down there and it
went in easy, even with her not being wet naturally."
"She was stretched so much--there was no elasticity left
there. She didn't shrink tight again after God knows how many
times she'd been fucked by that giant donkey pecker."
"She was no good for a man. I'm not hung like a donkey. I'm
on the small size as far as a man goes. I didn't think of that
ahead of time--her being so big and loose inside."
"I put three fingers in her and was feeling around, curious
as to how she could be so big."
"You might find this hard to believe, what I did, but it's
God's truth, so help me. I bunched my fingers and put my thumb in
between--see, like this--and pushed my whole hand into her."
"I've got a small hand for a man anyway, of course, but I'm
telling you it was a funny feelin'--and a strange sight--to see my
whole hand disappear up into her twat like that."
"It was a little tight at the entrance, but a twist and push
and the hand was in ... and it was warm and wet in there, with
little knobs and things up in there."
"She was surprised, too, but it did what I wanted ... it
seemed to turn her on good. She sat up on her elbows and stared
down at my arm between her open legs like that, and blushed
something like pure pink. She wouldn't look at me, only at my arm
down there."
"I asked her if she wanted me to fuck her with my hand. She
said I could do whatever I wanted. She only wanted me to get it
over with and leave."
"I said I wanted to have her enjoy it, too. She didn't say
anything. I experimented with my hand all the way in her. I felt
around in there and made her jump and inhale when I stuck a finger
into her cervix, right into her womb. The little mouth spasmed
and dilated on my finger. She started to gasp. She said it
hurt."
"I took my finger out of it and curled my fingers closed over
my thumb ... into a fist, the way girls make a fist sometimes."
"That stretched her, too, and she winced. Then I started
fucking her in there with my fist. Easy and slow at first. It
was a short stroke about three inches leeway in, her."
"She didn't say anything at first. She just watched. Her
long brown hair was beautiful the way it fell past her white
shoulders and partly lay, on her full breasts."
"It was hard work, driving my fist in her like that--it was
like pushing and pulling in warm molasses, because after a few
minutes I noticed she started to clamp down inside and at the
opening, with her muscles."
"Bess started to breathe deeper, too, and her legs opened up
more and her hips started to move. I kept watching, with her. I
couldn't believe I was doing it, either. My whole hand in her to
the wrist ... almost up to my wristwatch. I wore an old Waltham,
then. And I remember wondering if I could push in till the watch
disappeared, too."
"I tried, but she grunted and said it hurt too much."
"I noticed that each time I pushed my fist deep into her, her
vulva and her clitoris were sort of pulled in, too. I noticed
that her clitoris got rubbed on my wrist each time it was pulled
down and in. I figure that was what happened with the donkey
pole--it was so thick and long it pulled the clitoris down and
rubbed it, too."
"After a few minutes I could tell she was liking it. She got
some color in her cheeks and some spark in her eyes."
"I kept it up and sure enough, she said for me to do it
faster and harder. It embarrassed her to say that, to tell me,
but she couldn't hide what was happening to her, and maybe she
didn't really care. Maybe she figured having a man force her that
way wasn't really adultery and being unfaithful."
"I started in working my arm like a piston in a cylinder--
like you see on the side of a steam locomotive--shuff--shuff--
shuff--shuff ..."
"Bess started to lose herself in it. She was panting and
gruntin'--just like when Peter's pecker was shovin' into her."
"I think she almost forgot me. Her eyes closed and her mouth
opened and she was shaking and jerking like crazy."
"She had her an orgasm--a damn good one and my arm was tired
as hell. The closer she got to coming the more she clamped down
on my hand and wrist till my arm and shoulder was tired as hell,
actually trembling with fatigue."
"Truth is, I was glad to pull my hand out of her. Thought
for a minute she'd never let it go."
"I figured I had a favor coming from her. I knew I couldn't
get any satisfaction putting my little dink in her there, so I
rolled over on my back and put it to her plain, in five-cent
words. I said, 'Okay, Bess, now how about you using your mouth?'"
"I started playin' with her teats again, waiting for her to
say something."
"She said she'd never done that before with any man,
including her husband. So I said it was about time she learned."
"She said no and I said yes, and we got to almost yelling.
Finally I had to grab her and pull her head down to it and tell
her if she didn't I'd make sure her husband and the sheriff got a
look at those photos."
"That was enough. She was cryin' and weepin' and reluctant,
but the idea of making her do it had me with a hard on that
wouldn't quit."
"Finally she opened her mouth and took in the end of my
pecker and started sucking it ... sucked it pretty good, too, and
I felt the sap rising in me."
"I kept my hands on her head and kept her head bobbing up and
down. I told her how to do it, told her how to use her tongue."
"I didn't plan on just having that one time in bed with her.
I figured on coming around a lot."
"She finally decided, I guess, that she should do me and get
it over with. She started sucking and tonguing with some
enthusiasm. Not that she liked it, but she found it wasn't as
terrible a thing to do as she had thought."
"I shot off a minute later ... right up into her mouth. It
was a hot, sweet feeling, holding it back, holding it back, while
the sensations got higher and higher and stronger and stronger ...
then I couldn't stop it any more, and it shot up out of me."
"Bess knew it was going to happen. She had to know that, but
it surprised her anyway. She lifted her mouth off."
"I fountained once or twice more and she made a face and spit
into her band. She got off the bed and went to the bathroom."
"I didn't get dressed. I wanted a cup of coffee, then I
wanted her to suck me again."
"She made me the coffee, and had a cup herself, but she put
up a big fight about sucking me again. She had thought once was
enough and I'd leave her alone."
"I made her keep naked, too. She had to walk around in the
buff. I liked to see her milkers wobble and jiggle and stick out
like they did, and see her walk around like a queen. Beautiful
body. Except for that foot of hers and that limp."
"Bess told me never to come back when I left a couple hours
later. But she knew I'd be back. I told her I'd be back. I was
mean. Give a man power like that over a handsome woman and he'll
abuse her every time. I'm no different. You'd do it, too."
"I drove back out to her place five days later. She locked
the door on me but I forced it open and threatened her with the
photos again."
"I asked her if she'd paid a visit to Peter while I was gone.
She said, no, real cold in her voice. I didn't like that
treatment. It got my goat. I wasn't such a bad guy. She'd
enjoyed bed with me. So I told her to get her clothes off--I was
going to fist-fuck her."
"She argued and delayed and I had to push her down and
practically do it by force ... but before long she got excited
again and I started driving my fist like a piston and she started
to shake and jerk with an orgasm."
"She was hugging me at the end, and her hips were moving like
a snake and she was panting and grunting and squealing ... It made
me disgusted in a way."
"She didn't even seem to mind sucking me off after that. The
more she was agreeable the more I had a contempt for her."
"Along about my sixth visit she was glad to see me. She
even--well, she even got so she would suck me off, and when I shot
off up into her mouth, she didn't spit it. She got so she
wouldn't take her mouth away."
"Bess got so she would hug my waist and hips, crouching over
me, and she'd know I was having an orgasm, and she'd work her
mouth really sweet down on my pecker, and work her tongue sweet on
it, and when I shot off, she kept the stuff in her mouth until I
was all finished shooting, then she swallowed it all. I could
hear her throat work when she swallowed it."
"You know, for some reason that disgusted me snore than her
getting fucked by that donkey. It made my stomach turn over each
time."
"I got the belief after some weeks that she was a slut--just
a perverted, loathsome woman, not worthy of the man who married
her. I got so I wanted to punish her."
"As long as you're going to wipe this tape clean as soon as
you have the words on paper, and you change all the names, I guess
I'll tell something I'm not too proud of ... something I made Bess
do."
"Looking back on it now bothers me. I guess it's been
bothering me all my life. Maybe if I tell it, it'll give me some
peace."
"Well, it has to do with her and that Peter, that donkey."
"I was so disgusted with her swallowing my stuff like that
... being so low as to do that ... prostitutes, the lowest kind of
prostitutes only did that kind of thing. That's the way I was
taught. That's what I learned when I was a young man, back in the
'20s and '30s."
"Only low-down scummy prostitutes would swallow spunk and do
things with animals. In my mind, I guess I thought Bess was that
kind. She did those things, didn't she?"
"So I--I got her naked one day and I dragged her out to the
barn and I got her down on her knees under that animal and I told
her what I wanted her to do."
"She went ghost white and started to get up and I hit her,
I'm sorry to say it, I hit her, I had to hit her, and I said if
she didn't I'd send copies of those photos to her folks. I had
gone through her papers and I had their address. I told her I'd
send those pictures to her mother and father, and her husband, the
sheriff ... There wasn't anything she could do but cry. I felt
pretty lowdown myself, but there was something eating in me,
pushing me on, to make her do it. She had to be punished, she had
to be shown the kind of slut she was, and that was the way."
"I squatted down there next to her and I slapped her till she
did it."
"She took hold of that donkey pecker and started to
masturbate it. And I had her reach over to my pecker and
masturbate me, too."
"It wasn't long before Peter was dancin' his hooves on the
boards, getting ready to shoot."
"That's when I took Bess's head in my hands and forced her
face-to-face with the end of that pole, and forced her mouth open
and forced her to put her mouth on the end of it."
"It makes me plain sick now to think what I did to that
woman."
"Peter was shovin' his pole in the air, pushin' her head back
each time. His pecker was too big for her to get even the end of
it in her mouth."
"I kept holdin' her head and she kept crying and sobbing,
deep down in her chest, the kind that tears you apart to hear, and
I kept yelling at her to keep on jackin' that pecker. Had her use
both hands, had her keep her mouth on the end of it as best she
could ..."
"I'd promised her I'd give her the negatives of the pictures.
This was the last time, the last thing she had to do."
"Well, that animal finally gushed his stuff. She had her
mouth wide open for it, too, that first big spurt of it. Went
right in like a big pump was behind it--right in her mouth."
"Something went and broke in my guts when I saw it--I got a
hot wet feeling and I was shooting, too. I hardly knew it."
"Bess took that first glop of that stuff full in the mouth
and gagged on it. She turned her face away and more of it shot
out like from a hose and splashed her in the hair, and then more
came out and splattered on her chin--on the side of her chin and
ran down her neck--and more came out--not so hard and more runny--
and it fell on her arm and on her milkers ... down on her legs."
"She was bent over then being sick, vomiting all over,
upchucking everything."
"I had me a prickly feeling up my back. And a cold chill all
over. And like I was in a dream I said, 'I didn't make it
happen.' But I knew better. I was feeling sick to my stomach,
too. I ran out of the barn and went back into the house."
"I got dressed and scamped out of there as fast as I could.
I was shakin'. I drove home and I burned all those negatives and
all the prints."
"I never saw Bess again. I learned her husband got himself
killed in Italy two months later, and she took the ten thousand
insurance money and left the state. Sold that donkey named Peter
without a qualm."
"I'll bet that animal never had no owner like her again!"
"I was glad to hear she was gone. I wasn't very proud of
myself."
"Heard of a farm girl once who was simple-minded. She went
around with her finger in her twat all the time and liked to
masturbate animals. Her folks finally had to send her to a state
hospital."
"Can't think of anything more that has to do with women and
animals as far as sex goes."
Chapter 4
The Show Goes On
In these days of wide-open sexual exhibitions--"adult"
theaters showing hard-core pornographic films, and books available
of all sexual varieties, often illustrated as graphically as it is
possible to get--and even of live sexual exhibitions in
nightclubs; in these times it is easy to become sated and tired of
"the same old fucking and sucking," and a desire for variety and
to see even more "forbidden" sex acts becomes evident in most
sophisticates and consumers of sex material.
But commercial sex acts involving animals am as old as man.
Ebing recorded the following: "A monstrous example of this moral
depravity in large cities is related by Maschka (Handb., iii.); it
is the case of a Parisian female who showed herself in a sexual
act with a trained bulldog, to a secret circle of roues, at, ten
francs a head."
And John Trimble has this to add: "Actually, of course, there
is usually a difference in these paid performances, in that the
female is doing it for money only, and not for pleasure. But this
is far from always being the situation. Few people will do
something they absolutely abhor JUST for money. And one of the
most interesting case histories I have compiled for this work
[Female Bestiality] concerns a beautiful young prostitute who
enjoys being cunnilingued and coited with by a dog as well as
gaining pleasure from being watched in this performance. To her,
it is not all an act, but something to which she genuinely looks
forward."
Trimble's example fits my experience as I relate it below.
A friend called me on the phone and told me about a discreet
little place where a girl-dog act was playing, and invited me to
come along that night with him and his wife.
I accepted and we arrived at the place about nine o'clock
that night--at a private home.
At the door I was asked to submit to a search and to swear in
writing that I was not a police officer or informant, and that I
wished to see a sexual exhibition of an unusual kind, that I was
there of my own free will and would not report what I had seen to
any law-enforcement agency.
(This event occurred some months ago. The house is now
empty--unrented--and I have no idea where the people have gone. I
hope my reporting of the affair in this book does not constitute a
violation of that signed statement. In any event, I never knew
their names.)
The physical search was done on the men by a man who let us
in and took our money. The woman in our group was searched by a
small, thin young woman in a red wig who wore sunglasses.
I almost always carry around my zip-ease and in it I always
have a copy or two of one of my books. My credentials. And, like
as not, I'll also have along my cassette tape-recorder/player.
The man insisted on looking into my case, of course, and I
explained who I was and what I wrote ...
He didn't look interested. It was clear that he didn't want
anybody getting in with a camera.
All of us did so swear and sign. We then each paid $20.00
for entrance.
The house was large and old, with a big, square living room.
At one end were a pair of wide sliding doors leading to a parlor
or dining room. The doors were closed.
Sofas and chairs were arranged facing these doors. There
were about twenty people already seated, waiting. There were only
three other women present.
There was very little conversation. Most of the people
appeared ill at ease. Fifteen minutes passed, and a few more men
entered and filled the remaining empty places.
At about nine-thirty the lights were turned off and we sat in
darkness for a moment. We could see a line of amber light under
and between the closed sliding doors that we all faced.
Then the doors were rumbled open from the other side. We saw
a blanket-covered king-size mattress on a roughly carpentered
unpainted wooden platform. Yellow light poured down on the
mattress from spotlights hidden high and to the left and right
inside the wide doorway.
We saw no one. The room appeared to be empty.
Then a hidden phonograph or tape player came on--playing
Scheherezade. The quality was thin and low fidelity.
A door in the back of the other room opened and a slim girl
stepped into sight. She was short, with an obvious blonde wig,
and in addition wore a black mask over her eyes and nose. She was
the girl in the red wig who had searched the females in the
audience.
She wasn't naked. She wore a striptease gown of shimmering
blue that had obviously seen better days. It seemed too big for
her and I got the impression it was a castoff.
She stepped up onto the mattress and began an amateur
striptease.
Some of the people grumbled out loud: "Bring on the dogs!"
"Twenty bucks for this?"
The girl kept on stripping. After a few more minutes she was
naked, doing some effective bumps and grinds. She had a sinuous,
erotic movement to her hips which was very sensual and which I
thought showed professional training. Her belly was flat and in
its flexing showed good condition and taut muscles.
Her breasts were exceptionally well-formed, conical, firm,
buoyant, with small pink nipples erect with the stimulation caused
by her movements.
She was not a natural blonde--if her wig was intended to
indicate her true hair color--because her pubic hair was thin and
narrowly grown on her mound, and a rich brown in color.
The lips of her vulva were easily seen. In fact, they were
garishly visible because of having been outlined by a vividly red
lipstick.
She didn't speak.
When Scheherezade ended she paused until someone out of our
sight changed a record to a slow, rhythmic drumbeat.
She snapped her fingers. The far door opened and two fully
grown Great Danes came into the room. One was golden yellow in
color with erratic black stripes in his coat. He wore a wide blue
collar with big blue glass "jewels".
The other was brown-black with white stripes on his chest.
He wore a matching collar but colored red, with red "jewels".
They were magnificent dogs; alert, heads held high,
disciplined. Their ears twitched and they smelled the audience,
but they kept their eyes on the girl, their mistress. They were
very clean and well groomed; their coats shone.
She gestured and they leaped up onto the covered mattress and
came to a perfect "heel" position, one on either side of her.
Their backs were on a level with her crotch.
Some of the audience clapped lightly.
Whoever was at the phonograph or tape player turned up the
sound; the drumbeat became insistent and all-pervading. The
brilliant yellow light poured down on the girl and her dogs.
She turned to face the golden yellow Dane. She stroked his
head a few seconds, then put her hands on her naked hips and
spread her feet about two-and-a-half feet apart.
It was a signal. The Dane before her sat on his haunches and
extended his head forward and began licking at her vulva.
Those who could see it clearly stirred with excitement. The
other Dane began lapping at her crotch from behind. His long
tongue wet the cheeks of her small, round buttocks. He licked
between. He pressed his nose up against the soft crack and seemed
to be trying to reach the long slobbering tongue of the other
Dane.
The girl had thrown her head back. She stood with her hands
still on her hips, legs wide. She breathed irregularly.
The Dane at her front was licking her eagerly, obviously
enjoying it. The inner surfaces of her upper thighs were wet from
his tongue, as was her thin brown pubic hair. His tongue curled
out continuously to delve between her thighs.
From where I sat I could see the lipsticked edges of her
vulva. Her stance tended to pull the lips apart. The dog's
tongue often lapped into the opening. When that happened she
visibly trembled.
After a few moments her hips began to rock and her belly
rippled. She appeared, for short periods, to be fucking the dog's
tongue.
I saw that tongue go into her vulva with increasing
frequency. I think it may even have speared into her vagina once
or twice.
Both dogs were becoming more excited. They sniffed loudly
and pressed their muzzles more enthusiastically into her crotch
from in front and behind.
The girl gestured and the dogs stopped. She was breathing
fast. She licked her lips. She dropped to her knees and murmured
to the animals. She sat on her heels.
On her knees she was smaller than either of the Danes. The
big dogs stood still but were nervous and anxious. Their tails
whipped back and forth. Their jaws opened and their tongues
lolled and they grinned.
She reached under each dog with each hand and gently stroked
their bellies with her palms. Her hands cupped their furry white
sheaths.
Each Dane seemed to prance excitedly in position. Each dog's
penis emerged--long and pink.
She played with their penises. She was gentle. She moved
forward on hands and knees. She spoke to the brown-black Dane.
He jumped up on her from behind. His fore-legs and paws
rested on her shoulders. He was huge compared to her. She looked
small and fragile and pink and white, naked and vulnerable
compared to the big dog covering her.
He began poking at her crotch. His penis was all the way
out--a long thing, like a pink-mauve hose.
She patted the blanket in front of her and the other Dane
trotted in a circle, and finally came to stand sideways to her
head.
He stood patiently, at attention, waiting, watching the other
Dane searching for an entrance to her body,
The girl was bearing a lot of weight--the dog resting most of
his weight on her back had to weigh something around one hundred
and fifty pounds.
She reached under, through her crotch, and formed her palm
into a channel to guide the dog's penis to her vagina. The touch
of her hand spurred him to a closer contact with her loins, and a
quicker series of jabs.
Suddenly he was into her. She winced at the spasmodic, deep
penetration.
The Dane gave a yipping, delighted bark and gripped her
shoulders with his front paws in an almost human way, and curved
in back and loins in constant, pounding motion. He fucked her
hard and fast.
Under him, the girl was braced on all fours. She had her
head down. Her body shook with his plunges. Her eyes were half-
closed. Her mouth was open.
I noticed that the people in the audience were sitting
forward, craning for a better angle.
The dog tired after a minute. She said a word to him. He
jumped down off her back, pulling out of her. His penis was
easily six inches long, wet and slippery-looking.
She said another word or two and the Dane which had been
standing patiently by her head circled around and hopped up on her
in the other dog's place. His penis slid out as if on command.
He waited, in place, for her to reach under and guide him in.
She took him more easily. Her breathing was faster and it
seemed to me she was beginning to enjoy the sheer physical
sensations of the very fast fucking she was getting.
She did not, ever, look at the audience. We were only about
seven to eight feet away at the closest.
The second dog lasted another few minutes. Then he hopped
down and the first dog got on her again. She took him in. The
other dog stood by her head once again, his penis hanging out,
jerking slightly.
She had her eyes closed. Her face twitched and the artery in
the side of her neck was throbbing heavily. Her hands were
clutching the blanket tightly.
She began breathing hoarsely when the second Great Dane took
his turn again. She lurched under his weight. She began to moan
... and it sounded real.
There were a few in the audience who were breathing almost as
loudly as she.
It was during the first dog's third mounting of her that she
appeared to have an orgasm.
She was shaking under him. She gritted her teeth as he
fucked her fast, continually so fast and hard, pounding his penis
into her from behind, getting his hairy sheath in there, too,
between the lips of her vulva.
Her face looked strained, intense. Then she began panting,
sucking for air and more air. She cried out, "OH-OH-OH-OH ..."
and her face twisted in an expression of pure agony, but it was
agony of pleasure, not pain.
The dog plunged into her excitedly. He smelled her coming
and her supreme excitement and he barked loudly as he fucked her.
The other dog stood by her head, still disciplined, obeying.
As soon as her pleasure subsided she stunned everyone in the
audience by leaning forward a little and dipping her head under
that dog's belly.
His penis was still hanging out. She turned her head and
opened her mouth and started sucking him. She sucked him as if
she liked doing it. And the first dog was still fucking her,
hanging onto her, drilling her.
It was astounding and disgusting. If her getting fucked by
the dogs until she had an orgasm was a turn-on for most of the
audience, her sucking one of the dogs was a turn-off for most.
One of the women was sick to her stomach. She stumbled out
of the room with her companion.
The dog she was sucking stood rigidly still, but his legs
seemed to tremble. He kept turning his head to look at her.
She sucked him for several minutes. She was obviously
willing to suck him to ejaculation. One of the customers said,
"Let's see him shoot that jizz!"
The dog who was fucking her got tired and hopped off. He
circled around and sat down to watch.
The dog trembled more. His hind quarters gave small coital
thrusts. He couldn't control himself. The girl knelt to a more
comfortable position on her left side and elbow. She reached up
with her right hand and patted his left flank. She worked her
mouth on his penis.
The dog could not restrain his instincts. The intense
pleasure was overriding his training. He began fucking her mouth
more and more violently. His pink hose went far into her mouth.
He couldn't control the depth. He didn't care.
She gagged and then put her free hand in front of her mouth,
curled into a tunnel, to prevent him from plunging all of his six
or more inches, plus the hairy base, into her clinging mouth.
The Dane fucked furiously, panting and heaving. Her head was
jostled by his thrusts against her hand.
Suddenly she pulled her head aside. We saw the dog shoot
plumes of white stuff in an arc to the blanket. She kept her hand
on his penis, and finished him by hand. He whimpered as he
spurted.
The other Dane jumped into position. He was eager--his penis
was erect--and he sniffed the girl's crotch. She petted the first
dog and told him to "sit."
He obeyed.
She turned to the second, waiting dog. Immediately, without
hesitation, she dipped her head under his belly and clasped her
lips over the end of his taut penis.
This dog was less well-trained, or more eager. He began
mouth-fucking her immediately. Again, she used her hand to
prevent too deep penetration. She sucked wetly.
She wasn't quick enough this time--she obviously took a spurt
of his semen into her mouth. She flung her head aside and spat it
out into her palm as the dog shot his stuff without benefit of her
hand stroking him.
Abruptly the dining room doors rumbled closed and lights came
on in the living room. It was time to go; the show was over.
I wanted to try to interview the girl. On impulse I knocked
on the closed doors. After a few seconds they parted a few
inches. The man looked out. I told him what I wanted. He said
to wait a minute.
He came back and asked if I'd pay anything. I said no. He
went away again, and returned to say I could have a few minutes if
I didn't get too nosy.
While my friends agreed to wait outside in the car, I was
taken in across the blanket-covered mattress to a back bedroom.
The girl was sitting cross-legged on an old club chair,
wearing a blue shift, still with her wig and mask on. She was
spooning chocolate ice cream from a white cereal bowl.
It was agreed no names would be used. She was sometimes
breathtakingly honest. The man stayed in the room with us and
occasionally vetoed a question.
THE INTERVIEW:
Geis: I keep asking myself why you do an act like this. Is
it strictly for money, or do you enjoy it?
Girl: For money. It's gotta be for money.
Geis: But it looked like you had an orgasm during the act.
Did you?
Girl: I can't help that. I mean, sure, sometimes. But that
isn't why I do it.
Geis: The dogs are beautiful animals and excellently trained.
Did you train them yourself?
Girl: Well, yeah, sure. From puppies almost. We planned
this--"
Man: Don't talk about that. Shut up about us.
Geis: Let me ask ... I'll try ... In the detail of the act,
where you take the dogs' penises in your mouth ... the question is
... do they taste any different from a man?
Girl: The come tastes like rotten caviar or something like
that. It's evil.
Geis: How did you start doing this?
Man: No.
Geis: Well, could you tell how or why you first let a dog
have intercourse with you?
Girl: He was a pet and I was just a stupid kid. I was just
fooling around with him. It tickled.
Geis: How many times have you done this?
Girl: This act? About--
Man: Don't tell him.
Geis: Well ... Have you ever done it with other animals--
besides dogs?
Girl: No, just dogs. I like dogs.
Geis: Is that ice cream to get the taste of semen out of your
mouth?
Girl: Yeah. I can never tell exactly when it's going to
shoot.
Geis: Do you think a trained dog such as your Danes makes a
better lover than a man?
Girl: Some ways. Beelz--well, the one who finished me
tonight, he'll get me off almost every time, if I start with him.
There's just something about him that does it to me. I don't know
why. And sometimes you'd swear they could talk with their eyes
...
Geis: Do you have trouble making it with a man?
Girl: Yeah, I really do. I give up trying, mostly. I get
too tense or something. I can't relax right.
Geis: Do you get a better, stronger orgasm from having a big
dog ... well, fuck you ... than from a man?
Girl: I don't know. When I make it the first time from
screwing a guy I'll let you know.
Geis: Have you had any kind of orgasm at all from a man?
Girl: If they go down on me, I come. That's the only way.
And it takes too long. They don't like to do it that long.
Geis: Do you come quickly when your dogs lick you?
Girl: Um-hmm. Their tongues are different. They send all
kinds of shivers through me. It gets so strong I can't stand it.
Geis: So a man isn't much use to you.
Girl: Not for sex.
Geis: Ever try making it with a woman?
Girl: Once. I didn't dig it I only let her go ahead because
I was curious. It was nothing--no feeling, no matter what she
did.
Geis: Are the dogs ready to go every day? Do you get more
than one performance out of them a day?
Man: That's enough. That's it. We've got things to do.
Turn that thing off.
And that was the end of the interview. It was just enough to
show that the girl is deeply disturbed. She has a king-size
psychosexual hangup. It probably started in childhood, not with
her first dog, but in her relationship with her parents.
It is tempting to speculate that her parents rejected her and
denied her love and a place in their lives. She was left feeling
inferior, not worthy of human love and status. She found that
dogs loved her and accepted her. Men--other people--she could not
trust, could not give herself to them. So she values herself--as
a reject--lower than human, deserving to be in the dregs of life,
fit only for degrading sex shows with her dogs ... because she was
convinced as a child she wasn't good enough to be loved by her
parents. That meant there had to be something wrong with her,
didn't it?
That's how a child reasons. He takes his values and value
from the most important people in the world. He knows no others
during those first critical years of life.
As I say--it is tempting to speculate that this was what
happened to this girl. But we'll probably never know.
Chapter 5
A Pony for Two
The following interview tells a tragic story. I have had it
in my files for two years awaiting the accumulation of enough
similar material to make up a book.
As is so often the case, I was guided to the woman by a "bird
dog" friend who had met her and gleaned the substance of her
story.
We'll call her Louisa. She was an alcoholic. Was. I
learned a few weeks ago that she had died of poisoning--she drank
(probably) something that may have looked and smelled alcoholic,
but wasn't.
Louisa, as I knew her, didn't care. She was trying to kill
herself by drinking. She was trying to atone for a horrible (to
her) sin which her strict conscience would not permit to go
unpunished.
She was forty years old when I taped this interview with her.
We met in a lower-class bar, talked in a booth for an hour, and
arranged for a meeting at her room. It was agreed that I would
bring along a fifth of vodka to "further the cause".
There were six taping sessions, each about an hour long, each
paid for with a bottle. Her mind was rotting away in a swamp of
alcohol-destroyed brain cells. She repeated herself too often.
She was antagonistic, suddenly erotic, suddenly in tears, suddenly
calm, suddenly shaking in an agony of remorse as we dredged
through that critical, terrible period in her life that was
killing her.
But Louisa was able to speak with a kind of power that
originated in her emotional agony and in her native talent. She
had been to a small religious college and was interested in
poetry. She told me she used to read great quantities of books.
She even tried writing religious poetry.
Her husband was an electrical engineer and small contractor.
He often had to be away on jobs for weeks at a time.
Listening to her and seeing her, during the taping sessions,
when she literally ripped open her soul, was often almost
physically painful. I often left her room shaken.
She was, in every sense of the word, tormented. She spoke
with a fierceness and intensity that was sometimes frightening.
Most of the time her eyes were dull, but once in a while they were
like coals from that hell she was so eager to go to.
The question will automatically come to mind as you read this
transcription: Why did this woman's daughter cross the line to
lesbianism and into bestiality. And why did the mother follow?
A December, 1968, article in Newsweek suggests part of the
answer: "Stanford psychologist Philip Zimbardo found that women
patients in mental hospitals are much more likely to swear than
men. The psychological controls we put on women are so tight,' he
says, 'that when they break through they really let go.'"
Now listen to Alfred Ellison in his Sex Between Humans and
Animals: "An individual whose natural sexual urge has been
severely stunted by early parental or religious conditioning, may,
following a first accidental contact, turn to the practice of
bestiality as a secret outlet for sexual desires and energies
which have long been deprived of any other outlet. And in the
final analysis, it is perhaps within this latter factor--severe
repressive moral training--that one may find the real seeds of not
only bestiality, but indeed of all so-called abnormal sex
behavior."
In the case of Louisa and Barby it is obvious that tremendous
forces, bottled up too long, burst through the most rigid anti-
sexual dogma possible. Louisa's deep, puritanical religious
attitudes and her personal revulsion to sex with her husband were
responsible for her daughter's "sexual psychosis" and for her own
helpless fall into that extreme orgiastic and above all
masochistic sexual reaction.
My interviews with Louisa follow.
The transcript of those tapes is over a hundred thousand
words. It is a shambles to read.
I have edited it, cut it, rearranged it, and written, some
transitional material. Where possible I have taken out my
questioning--and let her answers and erratic monologue tell the
story. Bear in mind that she was always drunk during the tapings.
How It Started
"My Barby was a nice clean girl. I brought her up to be a
nice girl. But something got into her when she turned sixteen'
that awful winter on the farm when we were ... we were all alone
for almost four months. The snow was terrible."
"No man can know the dreadful pleasures a woman can know.
The terrible lusts we are liable to!"
"I spent days of hours in bed with my daughter, swooning in
filthy rapture as she did things to me ... horribly shameful
things ... with her hands and with her mouth and with ... with
things ... and in the other room, in my room, with that animal ...
with that animal!"
"And I did things to her, too, to satisfy her lusts, to repay
her ... to make life better for her in her sickness. We lied! We
lied to each other and to ourselves ..."
"The Devil arranged it. I know that now. He took my husband
away to work for the winter in another state and brought the
blizzards and made her sick ... and seduced us."
"She was so healthy. A healthy baby, a healthy child ...
never ill ... never a hint of the perverted lusts that seized
her."
"She was sixteen and we couldn't get into town to do
anything, we couldn't have a party for her with her friends from
around."
"She got that awful cough that terrible wet cough and the
doctor said she couldn't go to school at all, probably until
spring when it warmed up. She had to stay in bed so much."
"We didn't sleep in the same room at first. I trusted her at
first. But I caught her doing things to herself. Dirty things
between her legs."
"I heard her one night. It was terribly cold and the snow
was almost to the roof on the wind side. I'll never live in snow
country again! I'll never live north again!"
"I heard her moaning soft and quiet, muffled--like she was
hiding it. I thought she was getting sicker. I thought she was
having pain. But I'd never heard her make sounds like that
before. I went to the door to her room and stood there in the
bitter cold and listened."
"No, the sounds--like she was breathing hard and was trying
to keep the moans inside herself. So I wouldn't hear."
"And I heard the bed creaking, too. That regular creaking is
what made me think. She had to be moving up and down regular on
that bed to make it--sound like that."
That was a dirty, sex kind of creaking. I know sex sounds in
the night--and that moaning, and that breathing fast."
"I know it from my own life, with my own husband when he
forced himself on me. Putting his big dirty thing in me. I hated
him doing that."
"Yes, but it was different with my Barby. I was doing it for
her sake, not mine. Sometimes it made my skin crawl to do the
things we did together and with Diablo."
"I didn't know what Diablo meant--it was Spanish and I didn't
know any Spanish--Diablo was just a word she thought up to name
him. But it means 'devil' and he was; he was possessed by the
Devil to do the things he did to us. The Devil took that pony
over and seduced us! I know that to be true. It wouldn't have
happened but the Devil got into Barby and that animal and he even
got into me. With his whispering at night in my bed, with his
burning and lusting in my body."
"No, no, I resisted. I resisted till I was biting my cheeks
and rubbing snow on my naked body. I even filled myself down
there with snow--icy snow, but the burning wouldn't go away."
"He seduced me through her--through my own daughter and
through that terrible animal he possessed! I resisted but he beat
me down, slimy and cunning; he slipped into me with a desire to
help her, to soothe her burning, and he used my own mother love!"
"I think I beat him. I won. I'm winning. He's still in me.
Once the Devil gets in you he never leaves. He's always
whispering. And once he gets you to do horrible things to
yourself that give you that feeling--that feeling--then you're
never free. He makes your body want that feeling again and again,
more and more, until you are a slave to it. Filthy, sensual,
lascivious rolling and grunting in the vise of the body's lusts."
"The first night ... yes, when I heard Barby in her bed,
doing that to herself I knew what she was doing. I stood
listening and I knew. I closed my eyes and I could see through
the door, right through the blankets to her body and I could see
her fingers going in and out, in and out, in and out, to make the
burning more powerful and stronger, until the wave of it comes
into you like a moving mountain and takes your breath away and
makes you go out of your mind."
"I felt sick. I opened her door and the sound stopped. Like
a knife had cut it off clean as a whistle. She stopped. She was
holding her breath."
"I went in and got into bed with her. It was too cold to sit
out in the air. I had to talk to her. I had to make her
understand."
"Barby confessed to me. She pressed herself--her hot young
body pressed against me--and she was trembling with what the Devil
was doing in her."
"She cried against me ... We huddled under the blankets and
her hot body ... her flesh was so heated by her lust ... her hot
body burned against me, It was--our nightgowns were nothing--and
her lust came over to my body. The Devil crept through to me then
... that moment when her breasts were uncovered by her turning and
twisting and she pressed them innocently against me."
"Barby--yes, Barby ... Barby had large, well-shaped breasts.
She was a big, healthy, vital girl at the start of that winter,
until the cold and that terrible cough took her. She wasted away,
she burned away with the fever and that lust ... that dirty lust
that ... that made her blue eyes bright and glittering. It was
the Devil looking out of her eyes."
"But it seemed ... I remember, how gaunt she became, but her
breasts were still big and sleek and full. And she always had
energy for satisfying her lusts. Her woman's parts were always
hot to the touch. She was always eager to do things. She was
always slippery to the touch between her legs."
"She was possessed, and she possessed me. She made me do
horrible things! I didn't resist. I couldn't resist. My faith
was weak!"
"She wept in my arms and told me how she had to satisfy
herself. The center of her, the core of her body was driving her
crazy. She clutched me so tightly and begged me to tell her how
to stop her from wanting."
"She whispered what she dreamed. She dreamed of men--of the
private parts--of men that attacked her. Big men, big in every
place ... big with need for her. In her dreams they penetrated
her. They were like animals--driving into her, always driving,
plunging their ... their big stiff things into her."
"I held her in my arms and listened and tried to calm her,
but the fever--the lust fever--was in her. I knew I had stopped
her too soon. She was burning."
"Some of her fever came into me. I had had dreams like hers
long ago, when I was a girl, and I had done things to myself, but
I had been able to resist after a while."
"Barby was alone in the house with me, for long cough-ravaged
weeks, in that bed, left alone to do things with Devil-guided
hands."
"She rubbed against me unknowing, innocently at first. She
rubbed her firm young breasts against my own. I am--I was--look
at my sagging front now--see my fat belly beer-belly--but then,
that winter, I was like her, only older, I was big in the chest,
too. I gave her my body."
"The fire, the slow fire came into my breasts, from the slow,
innocent rubbing of her breasts. My flesh glowed and I felt my
teats stiffen and burn for more."
"The evil thoughts came--the ways to give in and not know it,
the sly, dirty, pretending schemes to fool yourself ... at first.
But the time comes when you cannot pretend. When you are panting
like a winded horse with your legs spread and your child's hot
mouth is on you and her Devil's tongue is entering you and driving
you to time after time after time of that wild, hot pleasure that
cannot end and you know will continue as long as you can stand
it!"
"I schemed to myself without knowing, then. I told myself I
had to let her have the dirty satisfaction she needed to be calm.
I told my daughter to go ahead and do it to herself, just to
soothe herself ... one last time."
"But she was too embarrassed to do it with me in the bed,
holding her. She was so ashamed and tortured. She could not do
it. And so I sacrificed myself. I did it for her. I put my
mother's knowing hand down there under her nightie ... down there
in the hot, wet, center of her body, in that damp furnace between
her thighs, and I put my finger into her and I found the organ
that needed touching, and it was like mine ... my little tongue of
flesh that stiffened sometimes with heat and lust ... I knew how
to touch hers."
"Barby oh, my Barby--what did we do? WHY? We gave in, we
gave in so easily! Your lust kindled mine and we burned, we
burned till we were ashes we burned and we slipped into hell!"
"She's there now--in hell--burning and screaming in pain,
paying for her sins. And I'll be with her soon. I'll die soon
and join her. The pain will be good. The agony will be good. I
deserve everything. I should have saved my child ... and I paved
the way ... I let her do the degraded things we did and I let her
bring that animal into the house--and I let her experiment with
him and I joined her--and I took it into me--ahhh ... the size of
it ... and the hellish pleasure ..."
"We were witches--we didn't know it--we were worshipping the
Devil and we didn't know it. Not the goat--but the hoofed beast!
He came to us cunningly, and possessed us. The monster entered
us. The monster killed her--BARBY--raped her--ripped her insides-
-up--up--up into her--SCREAMING--OH GOD THE BLOOD! I can't--I--I,
no--go away ... go away ... leave me alone ... you jackal, you
leech, you parasite ... I don't want your drink ... I want to die
..."
(But she called me when she needed a bottle and continued the
story.)
"My child clutched me as I gave her that pleasure that first
time, in her bed, with the heavy covers over us, over our heads,
with cold slivers of air sometimes stabbing into our warm nest."
"She whispered my name and cried on my shoulder. But she
opened her legs for my hand ... and she moved so the bed started
creaking again ... she moved against my hand and tried to drive my
fingers into her as she did to herself."
"I let her do it. I held my hand stiff and let her use it as
if it were a man's thing."
"It shocked me and I wished she didn't do it that way, but I
said nothing. I wanted her to have the pleasure and be released
and calm and soothed."
"I told myself she had a woman's body, but she had been a
child, a baby, such a little time before. She was only sixteen
and she was pressing herself onto my fingers as if possessed!
Moaning again. Disgustingly wet there. Sticky and hot. Inside
she was large ... it surprised me ... and she wanted a man. She
needed a big man. Her dreams were showing her. That knowledge
made my throat tight and I thought we would have to get her
married soon. Some girls are not made for waiting. I thought she
was ready for carrying babies."
"And so I let her use my fingers ... I heard her whisper in
her lust, maybe not realizing she was speaking aloud, whispering
for more ... so I did for her with three ... three fingers."
"This is what you want, isn't it? This awful, lascivious
detail, isn't it? The filthy things we did, everything,
everything ... So your dirty-minded readers can enjoy--can enjoy
the terrible things ..."
"No, you're right, you're so right. It doesn't matter.
Maybe there's a lesson for somebody in what happened to us. God
forgive me, I hope so!"
"Barby clutched me so hard when she, when she reached her
time--the pleasure. It surprised me. It shocked me how intensely
she felt it. She was so frantic and so greedy for it. It
frightened me her greed for that kind of pleasure ... that
terrible response and that need. It wasn't decent. No woman
should lust to that extent. No decent woman. No girl should have
a devil in her for physical satisfaction--like that!"
"Barby was out of her mind with lust in that moment. She
touched me ... me ... she started to do it to me ... she put her
hand between my legs and her fingers pushed into me there."
"YES--I was that way--I was eager, my body was ready for a
touch. And for a few seconds she mauled my organs and rubbed me
inside and out in that shameful welter that the body provides."
"I was overwhelmed for a time. I was mad for it, too. My
legs opened, too. I moaned, too."
"But Barby stopped when she came to her right mind. She
snatched her hand away from me and wept like a child and sobbed
for me to forgive her."
"I did. I patted her and soothed her and finally left her to
return to my bed, but then I was still afire."
"I burned in my lonely bed and had evil thoughts of lust for
my husband ... not only him. I brought up my memory of boys from
my youth ... the one boy who had been bold and selfish with me.
He had mauled me openly during a picnic and forced my hand to his
pants to feel him there--a terrifying hardness. He even opened
his pants and showed it to me. I was like a rabbit hypnotized by
a snake--it poked up so white and long, with its red cap on top."
"He made me touch it--it was hot with blood and alive somehow
... alive in my fingers like a bird wanting freedom."
"I put my hand on my privates in my bed and gave myself up to
sensuous thoughts and fantasies. I satisfied myself as quickly as
I could, taking care not to shake the bed. I rubbed the little,
stiff bit of flesh that is so pleasurably sensitive for a woman."
"When it was over I promised God I would never do it again,
and would keep Barby from abusing herself likewise again."
"But that poor girl--possessed--the next day! The next day
when I was out in the barn, feeding that loathsome animal--that
pony that became our ... our lover! I had a premonition ... a
flash of inner knowledge that she was at herself again. I could
see her in her bed--doing it--working her fingers into herself,
gasping and panting in her madness, jerking her body in violent
spasms ..."
"I had been out of the house for a half an hour at least. I
had to find out. I prayed I was wrong. I crept back to the house
and was silent as sin as I went inside."
"My heart sank--I heard her, louder than before, thrashing in
her bed."
"I went to her door and eased it open an inch, to see. Dear
God--what she was doing to herself! My blood went cold, then
prickly darts went up and down my spine."
"She was lying on her bed, the bedclothes kicked aside--it
was warm, even hot, in the room because the doctor wanted her to
sweat, to keep warm, so I always kept the oil furnace set high for
her room during the day. She had rucked up her nightie, to her
waist, and her nakedness was obscenely revealed, so stark in the
cold white light from the window, and her legs were flung wide and
her heels were dug into the mattress and she was hunched over and
her right hand was working something in and out of herself. Not
her finger--something terribly long and round and thick."
"I screamed, and she--her head turned like lightning to me
and she had that wild-eyed look--that shameless glare in her eyes
for an instant. Then she flung herself flat on her stomach on the
bed and the thing she had been using was shown me clutched in her
hand."
"It was a dried ear of corn. She must have gotten it from
the silo--God knows when--and in her warped need, in her tormented
mind, she had conceived the idea of using it for that filthy
purpose."
"I flew across the room and seized it from her hand. For one
awful moment I inspected it--she had trimmed it on the end and
made it smooth. And she had taken one of her father's rubber
things I insisted he use when he needed to do his dirty business
with me--one of those skin things--and she had rolled it onto that
ear of corn ... and had used it on herself It was slimy wet from
her body."
"My heart was pounding like thunder in my ears. Barby lay
there crying. I threw that thing from me to the floor."
"I hit her. I beat her. She howled and wept and I kept
hitting her until my arms were tired."
"And then I was empty. I was drained of all rage and shock."
"I crept onto the bed and held her again and tried to
understand her and to know why she had behaved--why she had done
that to herself."
"She sobbed against me and said she was always ticklish with
lust. She needed it ... she needed relief ... she had to do it
... it drove her crazy if she didn't ..."
"I didn't know how to answer her. It was Devil talk but I
couldn't counter it. She had arguments that baffled me. I tried
this and she countered me with that; I tried another way and she
turned it back upon me ... my own words, to make it seem right
that she do things to herself."
"She kept after me, begging me: 'Let me have it back, mother,
Please, please, please. I need it.' I should have thrown it
away, into the garbage, out into the snow as far as I could throw
it ... or I should have burned it, that Devil's implement! The
device of Satan!"
"But she kept arguing and pleading. She writhed and howled
and kept using her hands every moment that I wasn't with her. She
broke the cord when I tied her hands away from her body. She was
supernaturally strong!"
"She seduced me with her telling how good it felt to use the
thing. How satisfying it was to her, how it filled her aching
body with joy and glory."
"I could not defeat her. In my deepest heart of hearts--I
did not want to deny her. I see now, I know now--I wanted it,
too. I wanted to use that terrible, big, imitation man thing on
myself."
"How one terrible thing led to another. How easy it became.
One perversion became right and so another degenerate practice
became permissible, and another, and another, until ... until ..."
"I resisted her for three days. I prayed day and night for
her and for myself. I asked for a sign, for a sign ... to prove
to me I was right."
"But the Devil prevailed. HE created a sign in the sky that
brought a cry of joy and triumph from Barby. She called me to
look ... and there was a cloud obscenely shaped in the form of a
man's organ, sailing overhead, shaped so perfectly ... so detailed
... that it brought a blush to my face."
"I could not fight after that. I believed somehow what Barby
wanted was what she needed to become well."
"I gave in. I took the thing from the drawer and I washed it
and I placed it in her hands."
"I had seen the Sign. They said in the hospital where they
sent me after I went crazy after Barby died, they said the cloud
was a hallucination--we imagined it. No. No. It was there,
floating white and perfectly formed. We saw it.
"The doctor--the psychiatrist--said we were both extremely
neurotic that winter and that her long illness and our being
snowed in so long ... I forgot all he said."
"That doctor wanted me to think that putting down the flesh
and exalting the spirit is bad. He told me that splitting the
body off from the mind was wrong. But they are separate! There
must be mind over matter--spirit over flesh--or we are nothing but
animals! That is what makes us God-like. That is what raises us
above the beasts."
"He said the body and the mind were one I He said science and
psychology show that we cannot deny our sexual nature. He said to
keep down lust too far only resulted in its coming up stronger
than ever, and coming up twisted. He said sex was a basic need.
Like eating. But for thousands of years we have known that we
must be pure! For thousands of years we have been uplifted by
denying the fleshly desires."
"He said Barby went insane trying to be impossibly pure of
mind and body. He said I had taught her to be too good and too
clean."
"But it was only weakness. We were imperfect vessels for
God's love. We let the Devil enter us."
"The doctors and scientists don't believe anymore. They're
all so sure of themselves. They think they are all-powerful. But
they still die. They all still die. Then they find out."
"YOU'LL FIND OUT!"
"I'll tell you, yes, everything you want. It can't hurt
Barby. It can't hurt me."
"Did I tell you my husband cast me away? He put me aside. I
get money from him now, but he does not want me. I do not want
me, either."
"I don't know! How big it was? It was an ear of corn a big
ear of corn ... yes, thick and long. At least--yes, like that.
We never measured it. That's disgusting. Only a man would want
to know the inches ..."
(At this point Louisa went into a kind of drunken trance.
Her voice became intense and low and she seemed to forget I was
present. She seemed to be speaking aloud to herself, and to be
reliving in her mind what she described. She twisted and tensed
in her chair. Her fingers intertwined in her lap and remained
locked tight. Her eyes were vague and unfocused.)
"She took it--there in the living room in broad daylight--and
was shameless. She took off all her clothes. She stood naked and
she fondled herself. She wanted me to touch her. She wanted me
to use it on her.
"But I couldn't. Later ... later I did. But then I could
only sit and watch my child abuse her body with that thing."
"She stood by the heater and rubbed it over her breasts and
teats. It was covered by that thin rubber skin, but the hard, dry
kernels of corn made it bumpy and like a cobblestone surface."
"Barby was flushed and crazy-eyed. She rubbed that thing
between her legs and then bent over slightly and put the end of it
in her."
"It was horrible to watch her face as she twisted and turned
it and pulled it up into herself. I was shaking as I watched."
"She pushed and pulled and got almost all of it up into
herself. It came out wet and slippery. She sat on the rug and
did it faster and faster. She made those sounds of pleasure. She
forgot I was there at all. She squished it in and out of herself,
so far in that she held only a bit of the thick end. She used one
hand and then the other, then both hands. On and on and on."
"She was like an animal, sweating and grunting, that thing
making awful wet sounds, and with her face not the face of my pure
little Barby ... a different creature I didn't recognize."
"She reached her pleasure. She was breathing so fast and so
hard--her legs were thrashing, and she rolled onto her back on the
carpet and her voice came out of her throat--horrible moans--like
a pig wallowing in a mud sty. And her arms were steel, jerking
that awful, big thing into herself--making it go in go terribly
deep, taking it into herself so fast, so violently fast. So
brutally."
"It affected me. Her pleasure was like a lure. If she could
have it--why not me, too? I had all my life stifled my lusts.
The burning was in me, too."
"In a dream, in a dream, I opened my clothes and fingered my
teats. While my daughter wallowed on the floor in obscene spasms
of pleasure, I plunged my hand to my core and found myself
shamefully wet."
"I was dizzy. The room swirled. I heard a roaring. I was
suddenly on the floor with her. She lay quiet and I took the
thing from her. I pulled it out of her and pushed it into
myself."
"Oh, God, it was big. It had been weeks and weeks since my
husband had done his dirty act with my body."
"It was so thick. I couldn't understand how she could take
it, so much of it. But I worked it and worried it into me, and it
finally sank into my depths, into the Devil's pit in my belly."
"It burned in there like fire, stretching and awakening my
secret places. I pulled and pulled and it rubbed somewhere very
deep. It pressed my womb and a breathless thrill shot through me.
My belly was suddenly hot. My legs got heavy. My breath was deep
and fast. I could not keep from using the thing faster. The
lightnings of pleasure were such that I had to feel them more and
more, quicker and quicker, and I was plunging that thing into
myself as Barby had deep, and so fast--and I was grunting as she
had, and was groaning, wallowing in the pleasure, wanting more,
wanting it to be stronger and sharper and wanting the hot bubble
in my core to break. It had to break and spill a heavenly rapture
through me. I knew it would ... oh, it was coming true ... oh, it
was almost there ... it was rupturing--OH YES ..."
"I was addicted in that awful time. I cared for nothing ...
nothing but the golden pleasure that was driving me mad with
delight."
"When it had faded I saw Barby beside me smiling--smiling
with the mouth of Satan."
"We abandoned ourselves from then on. We gave up our souls
for fleshly pleasures of all kinds."
"We made other things of a likeness to the thing she had
created. Other ears of dried corn were altered ... and we tried
bottles ... and we tried ... I will not tell you the things we
attempted."
"The floodgates were open for me. I found myself in bed with
Barby that night, rubbing her chest with an oil that was cold and
hot--menthol of some kind prescribed by the doctor."
"But where before I had let her apply it herself, because I
was unwilling to touch her breasts with my hands, that night I did
it willingly, with her eager permission. She suggested it, and I
agreed."
"We were in my bed, the big bed my husband insisted on--king-
sized because of his six-foot-three body and need to sprawl out
and roll freely--and it was late. The wind was up again, howling,
spattering snow against the window. I had the heater on. I all
of a sudden didn't care about saving oil anymore. I wanted warmth
all the time. I did not deny myself anything."
"It was nicely warm in the room and we lay atop the covers in
our nighties. Barby lay uncovered to the waist, on her back."
"I had my hands on my daughter's breasts, rubbing the sharp-
smelling oil into her flesh. I could see that she enjoyed it.
Her teats were up, hard and puckered. The oil made my hands and
fingers slide easily on her body. The rubbing became sensual ...
extremely sensual and lewd."
"She squirmed under my hands, and sighed and smiled that
licentious smile. I didn't know her any more ... my sweet,
innocent little girl Barby, who had devotedly read Scripture for
an hour each day and prayed, as much as I ... now she was a fallen
angel. Transformed."
"And so was I--seduced by pleasure and sloth ... I fondled my
daughter's large breasts with indecent enjoyment. I squeezed them
and slid my oily, slick palm over the full globes of them. It was
a delight to feel them go warm, to rub the stiff teats and make
her face glow, and to squeeze the deep flesh, to push the rubbery,
smooth, white mounds from side to side."
"She asked me to kiss them. She was breathless. I could not
do it--then. She took the bottle of oil and poured some into her
palm and she ... with her other hand she pushed the straps of my
nightgown down my arms. The bodice fell and my own breasts were
exposed."
"I let her use her hand on my breasts. I let her smear that
oil. The sensation was of ice and then warmth, heat, heat that
reached deep into the flesh."
"Side by side we lay, caressing each other's breasts, rubbing
hardened teats until they glowed."
"I could not resist. The thing we had used earlier in the
day was on the table beside the bed. My eyes turned to it again
and again. Its rubber skin was shiny in the light from the lamp
over it. 'Me hard kernels of dried corn showed clearly--red and
yellow and some black."
"Lust grew in my body as we fondled for endless moments.
Barby raised her head and began to suckle on one of my breasts."
"It was exquisite. I trembled. I had permitted my husband
this liberty only rarely. I had never responded like this. His
lips had never brought forth the pleasure I experienced at that
moment. Barby fell back onto the pillow. She asked me again to
kiss her breasts."
"I did ... I suckled on her breasts as she had on mine. I
mouthed her teats willingly and knew joy when her moans came and
she praised me."
"She touched me between the legs as I suckled on her. And I
felt her reach over me to the table. A shiver went through my
body."
"Barby put some oil on the thing as I mouthed her teats. I
did not want to see what she was doing."
"But then I felt the touch of her fingers entering me, urging
me to open my thighs. I knew if I did--that she would use that
thing on me--she would push it into me and ravage me with it."
"I trembled and pressed my face to her flesh and flung open
my knees. I wanted that thing in me, I wanted it with a
sickening, lascivious greed."
"She whispered awful, filthy words in my ear and pressed the
end of that thing into me. And in ... and in ... until I thought
I could not possibly take any more. My Devil's hole was full of
the Devil's implement. Strange hot shivers went through me."
"Barby began thrusting the thing in and out, in and out, and
I closed my eyes and I imagined the horned goat-man was between my
legs, ramming himself into me so violently and deeply. A great
spasm passed through me. I was weak with lust, unable to speak or
move beyond the obscene jerking of my hips, and the lewd sounds of
pleasure that poured from my throat."
"At length a fit ... a seizure, a wild moment of impossible
pleasure left me hoarse and shaking, empty of feeling."
"I put a palsied hand on Barby's arm and she stopped my
impalement with that thing. She let go of it. I pulled it--
sucking horribly--from my body and listened to her dirty pleadings
for me to do to her as she had to me."
"My hand guided it to her gaping core. My hand pressed it
slowly up into her belly until there was nothing left to enter
her. My hand began that terrible, wonderful stabbing."
"Barby quaked from it ... cried her lust and her pleasure
from it. She was a wanton--as wanton and obscene as I had been.
That lower mouth gulped the implement and rose always to gulp it
again, with slobbering greed."
"For long, violent moments I stabbed her with the huge, thick
thing, until her belly rose and sank and she shook and twisted in
the throes of the pleasure I had known, too."
"She calmed and I released the thing. I lay staring,
waiting, but I went unpunished--then. I lay and remembered the
Sign--the cloud--and I didn't know what to think."
"My child was possessed by Satan. She led me farther into
degradation and debauchery. I asked why, why, why, and she leered
at me and said she was a witch and she made the sign of Satan with
her fingers."
"She laughed when I shrank from her and she seized me and
suckled ferociously on my teats again."
"The power of her evil was too strong for me. I had fallen
too far. My faith was weak--I was a degenerate--lost. My bodily
lusts were unleashed--running free in me, gobbling in my mind to
let go of all restraint, to wallow in lust, to enjoy everything in
every way."
"Barby's mouth was skilled beyond imagining. Her suckling on
me brought the passion for more pleasure surging into me like a
hot tide."
"Her fingers came to my thighs and manipulated me. I was on
fire. Her mouth left my teats. She moved curiously over me, and
then she settled between my legs."
"My heart began a furious pounding. My blood curdled and
went to ice. I was paralyzed. I lifted my head and our eyes
met."
"She smiled that Devil's loose, wet, sensuous smile--that
leer--and lowered her open mouth and kissed me--there!"
"I sobbed for the horrible shame of what was happening with
my own daughter ... and for my helplessness to stop it. We were
flaunting terrible, unnatural perversions. We were falling into
the Pit!"
"And yet I abandoned myself to the pleasure that came to me
from her mouth ... my own daughter's evil mouth!"
"She had never done that before, I was sure, and yet she knew
how to perform those indescribably lascivious acts with her tongue
and lips."
"I could not stop her. I did not wish to--I came to begging
her to continue, to go on and on as the filthy ecstasy grew in me
and expanded and burst that bubble of rapture that no woman should
know, that seductive, dirty pleasure that drives all thought of
purity away, away, away ... and fills a woman's mind only with
lust, and the wanting of more pleasure."
"Each time that great pleasure overwhelmed me I thought I
could endure no more, and each time it passed, a still greater
lust for it to return possessed me!"
"I lay with my thighs open, my arms wide, moaning
shamelessly, writhing in pleasure, hearing her wet sounds as she
captured my soul with her diabolically knowing mouth."
"Finally she rose up, her sweet child's face--her woman's
face--her Devil's face, all wet from my inflamed core."
"Satan's smile was still on her glistening lips. Those
perverted lips told me she wanted that filthy service, too."
"Her bubbling cough was never present when she indulged in
lust. The dark powers cured her for the time she did their
bidding."
"She moved over me. Her knees enclosed my shoulders. Her
core was over my face, a wet, pink mouth, ugly and fascinating,
ready to press down on me."
"I begged her not to make me do it. I screamed. I flung my
head from side to side but the solid white walls of her thighs
were on either side. My arms and legs were senseless, too weak to
raise. My belly sickened and put the taste of bile in my mouth.
My heart truly hammered. Ashes seemed to dry my tongue."
"That awful, bearded, pouting, unnatural face descended to
mine and pressed its fevered, dripping, loose lips to mine."
"I gagged and could not breathe. I tasted those fluids of
lust. I wished to die."
"She raised up and instructed me, firmly, as if I were the
child. She pressed down upon my mouth again--and--I obeyed ..."
"She told me more. She was patient. She let me learn ... I
soon wanted to learn, to give her what she had given me--for there
would be nothing further for me if I did not please her. She
would deny me her mouth. She would deny me that thing we used."
"I found--a skill. I discovered ways. I was soon looking up
the white, rounded, billowing slope of her belly as it flexed
during her pleasure."
"Barby said vile words of approval as I gave her pleasure
that way. Where did she learn them? Not from me. From her
father? From her father? FROM HER FATHER?"
(Louisa was unable to continue at this point. I left and
returned when she called me again--in need of a bottle.)
"We did those things for days ... days and days. All night
sometimes. We did nothing else. We stopped bothering to dress.
We ate with a kind of impatience. We became haggard. We didn't
bother with combing our hair. Nothing seemed to exist but our
sexual organs."
"There were so many ways to excite each other at first. The
pleasure was endless. I could not believe it could go on and on
like that, without diminishing--but, it seemed the opposite--the
more we indulged the better it was, as if, for me, a lifetime of
self-denial was being made up for all at once."
"But it was Satan at work, using my organs to seduce me to
his way. He wanted me. He paid for me in his coin--beastly
pleasure ... animal gruntings and perverted ecstasy, in sins
uncounted, unmeasured."
"My body became a vessel of lust. My mind became centered on
ways to provoke lust and pleasure in Barby, so she would perform
them on me in turn."
"Weeks passed. We lost weight. We slept together, we often
never left the bed except to go to the bathroom and to get
something to eat and drink and to go out to feed and water the
stock."
"We always took care of the animals in the barn, and the
chickens. But it was a grudging care. We thought only of our
pleasures."
"We refined our skills and devices until we could often use
two or more at the same time. Nothing was beyond us."
"Barby was not content with even the 'normal' perversions.
She wanted to experience everything."
"She ... she asked me to use one of the things--one of the
sheathed ears of corn--use it in the other opening of her body.
You know. You know--where you sit."
"It sickened me--even sunk as low as I was--it turned my
stomach. But I complied ... I penetrated her with it ... and days
later I used two of them at the same time. It was so utterly
foul--to labor over her with two of those big things, plunging her
full in both places ... and to see the unholy expression in her
eyes--know the pain and pleasure that flowed and melted together
in her body."
"YES--I know those pleasures and pains! I allowed her to--"
"We tried everything. We searched our wits for varieties,
for different ways ..."
"It was at first a game ... then a hungry need ... finally a
desperate search ..."
"OH YES, I'LL TELL IT NOW!"
"Barby--it was her turn to go out and feed the stock and tend
the chickens. But she was gone too long. I wanted her."
"I worried. I went to the door in my coat but naked
underneath, and I called her. But the wind was too strong and
cold."
"I threw on my clothes and boots and went out--down the path
to the barn and I found her in her pony's stall."
"It shocked me--as far gone as I was--it shocked me."
"Barby was kneeling in the straw and she had her hands up on
that animal's parts. She was playing with his thing ..."
"We should have bought her a mare. But she was twelve years
old when we gave in and only a stud pony was available ... We
never dreamed ... But I see now it was God's will. He wanted to
test us. We failed. He let us have our way and we took the easy
way--and it happened ..."
"Barby heard me enter the barn--she looked up at me and that
smile was on her lips again. She said, 'Look what I found!'
"She told me to kneel and look. I knew--I was raised on a
farm. But to see my girl's small, white hand on that monstrous
thing ... to see her stroking it ..."
"It was larger than the things we had been using ... longer.
It projected down and she stroked it, made it longer, and smiled!
"A terrible fear came like a clot to the pit of my stomach.
I tried to get her to come back to the house. She did, because it
was so cold. But she looked back, and her voice, low and
depraved, wondered what could be done with a pony ..."
"The next day she went out to the barn out of turn, and
stayed an hour. I was jealous, yet I would not give her the
satisfaction of going out to get her. And I was afraid of what I
would see. Barby was capable of anything."
"And then--then--then she brought that animal into the house!
That great male thing! She led it in through the door with a
great draft of icy air. It clomped around and seemed to fill the
living room with its size.
"I wouldn't have it. I ordered her to take him back to the
barn, but she only smiled and shook her head no. She said she
wanted to play with him--with his thing. She said it was fun.
She said there was something she wanted to show me ..."
"She took off her clothes. She became naked and she said how
nice to be naked with him, to be with him and be warm ... She knew
she couldn't keep him for long inside--the heat would harm him; he
was used to the cold. His coat had grown long and thick."
"She pressed her breasts and belly against his flank. She
rubbed herself against him. Her teats expanded and hardened."
"'Do it, mother. Try it,' she said. She ran her hand under
his abdomen.
"I refused. I was naked and I was eager for pleasure, and I
had tried almost everything she had thought of ... but I could
not--then--rub myself against the shaggy side of a pony--an animal
that weighed at least seven hundred pounds."
"He snorted and breathed like a bellows. He tossed his head.
He smelled!"
"But Barby didn't mind. She was excited. She sank to her
knees and handled him under there. She told me to look ... Look
..."
"I was ... I was curious, a little, and disgusted. I went to
my knees on his other side, opposite her, and watched. I didn't
see how she could touch it. I saw it emerge a giant's organ."
"Barby touched it--ran her hands along it and was breathing
fast, aroused, as she did it."
"She told me to watch ... watch what happened ..."
"She began to masturbate that animal! She spat on her hands
for wetness and rubbed her cupped palms along that monstrous
thing. It was terrifyingly long!"
"The beast neighed and stamped its hooves with delight ...
I'm sure it was delighted. It tossed its head and its blonde mane
flew. It looked around at me and I saw that look in its eyes!"
"THAT LOOK--YES! Intelligence and cunning, and lascivious
knowledge. I saw Satan in that animal's eyes."
"He smiled! That same evil smile. He let me know who was
inhabiting that pony's body. My blood--yes, my blood went to ice
and I moaned so that Barby asked if I was sick."
"I said no. I was trembling. I watched her as she continued
to rub that immense thing."
"He got more and more frisky. He almost stepped on Barby
once. I held his head down by the bridle. He snorted and I swear
he groaned in that huge barrel of a chest."
"She was clasping his thing with both hands, she was rubbing
it faster and faster, panting with the effort, watching the end of
it. She said he was close to shooting."
"He almost danced away from her. He tried to pull away. He
wanted to raise up and enter a mare. His instincts--"
"I held his head down. He almost pulled my arm out of its
socket. He neighed loudly. His hoofs clopped on the rug.
"Then Barby gave a little scream of triumph and rubbed that
monstrous organ furiously. It was a violent pinkish purple, and
swollen and ugly and it jerked in her hands--his whole body seemed
to jerk and a thick, syrupy jet of white stuff came out and
spattered on the carpet."
"I recoiled. But I couldn't took away."
"More of it shot out ore and more. The rug under him was
getting soaked with that awful male stuff. The air began to stink
of it--that disgusting raw smell. It turns my stomach."
"Barby was laughing! She enjoyed the sight of it spurting
out like that! She enjoyed making it happen!"
"I told her she could wipe it up, and wipe it UP good! I
told her to take him back outside, that she had had her fun!
"She did. And she wiped that stinking, repulsive stuff up.
Then she came to bed with me ... and we ... did things to each
other."
"She was very passionate. She demanded my mouth and the use
of the artificial things we had made--she was insatiable. She
kept me doing things to her for hours.
"Yes--in her lovemaking to me--it was not love, it was lust
incarnate, mutual satisfaction of diseased sex urges ... she was
ardent. She did to me everything I liked, for as long as I could
stand it. At my point of exhaustion--when we finished--it was
nearly dawn."
"We slept for ten hours. I was more tired than Barby--I
dozed on after she left the bed the next afternoon.
"I woke up with the sound of that animal's hooves thumping on
the floor in the living room.
"I went naked from the bedroom and found Barby with him,
playing with him. She had stimulated him so that his thing was
all the way out--that great obscene length--and she had a pail of
water between her thighs, and she was washing it.
"I asked her what she was doing ... and she said, 'Watch,
mother, just watch!'
"She soaped it and masturbated it--and that beast enjoyed it
... he rolled his eyes at me.
"I was suddenly afraid. I couldn't tear my eyes from that
huge organ. Barby was sliding her soapy hands to and fro on it,
watching it like a slave, obeying the perverted master that had
possessed her.
"She told me to come closer so I could see it shoot. She
told me to touch it ... do it with her!
"God help me, I put my hand on it. It was like touching a
wet snake. It was warm and clammy and revolting to touch.
"Barby said, 'Let's do it together.' She pressed my fingers
around it. Yes--there was room for three hands on it, it was so
long.
"It was a skin-crawling time for me ... but I did it. I
almost enjoyed the perversion of it, the abhorrent, loathsome ..."
"We stroked our hands on it, faster and faster, kneeling half
under him on each side. The only way we could see each other was
by ducking our heads below his abdomen."
"His heavy girth was heaving so near my face. I inhaled the
damp-sour smell of his thick coat. His left hind thigh rippled
with muscles. He snorted and groaned. His hoof nearly hit my
leg. It was dangerous, what we were doing."
"Barby said, 'I'm going to try something tomorrow.' And I
knew ... I KNEW what she meant. I said NO, but her voice was full
of strange lust ... something new, she had to keep trying new ways
..."
"We kept on masturbating that huge thing. My arm was getting
tired. The thickness in my loose, slippery grip seemed to swell
and get harder. The beast became extremely prancy. Yet he seemed
to know he had to stay put--he seemed to know he had to be careful
not to step on us. But of course the evil intelligence in him
guided his conduct. That was proved when--when Barby, the next
day ..."
"Barby kept saying she was going to try it. She was going to
figure out a way to do it. I couldn't see her face, but her voice
had a husky, reckless tone in it.
"I could not control her. I could not control myself. We
were both in the malignant grip of our flesh-minds.
"Flesh-minds. The urges of our baser selves. The sin-minds
in all of us which wait and wait and wait for their chance to take
us over. They lurk in the pit of our brains and they grow strong
and they scheme and plot for a weakness to happen, and then they
make us do something dirty and it is full of pleasure, and they
seduce us to more filthy acts and more, until we are in their
control!"
"Yes, these flesh-minds are linked! They communicate with
each other. They are in constant contact with Satan in his lair
in the center of the Earth. In the depths ... in the Fire ..."
"That was what happened to Barby. She was weakened by her
illness and idleness ... and the Devil found evil for her idle
hands to do. She slipped and soon she was over the edge--sinking
into total degradation ... and she took me with her! She awakened
my flesh-mind and fed it and overwhelmed me! She and Satan! I
could not stand against them!"
"So Satan claimed her. He has her now. Her immortal soul is
on the spit, bubbling in the flames, in her agony ... yes, the
agony of her death! That's how--she is spending eternity--with
that monstrous thing plunging up into her, ripping her, tearing
her belly ..."
"NO--I warned her. We held that huge thing in our hands--it
was so big--it was, yes, yes, at least a foot long ... and that
beast was so vicious when aroused--so elemental! The wicked mind
in him let the primal instincts have their way when the animal was
in that position ... when Barby and I--"
"YES, I!"
"It was a nightmare. The days after that time that we knelt
and masturbated that thing together. She had to have me
participate. She had to debauch me. She had to include me in her
depravities."
"I have to tell you what it was like--feeling that thing ...
shoot. It--I couldn't see it. It was hidden by the animal's
flank. I didn't want to see it. It was terrible enough to have
my hands on it with Barby."
"That huge clammy-hot thing jumped in our hand and Barby gave
a laugh--'There he goes!' and I felt that monstrous organ leap in
my hand again and again. I felt the passage of that stuff through
it!"
"The awful smell came to me and some of that--some of it
spattered on my knees and thighs. I felt it splash on me! I was
revolted. I scrambled away and went to wash--to bathe."
"While I was in the tub Barby came in. She reeked of his
stuff. She came into the bathroom and smiled evilly down at me
and she was covered with it--smeared with it! She was wet with
it--her hands dripped with it! She had slopped it onto her
breasts and belly and thighs ..."
"She flaunted her filthiness before me. She said, 'I've
thought of a way, mother. It'll work for you, too. You'll see.
Diablo is going to--I can't say the word she said."
"Barby was insane. To do that she had to be insane. That's
what happened, of course--the evil lusts--the Presence that took
her over--it left her mind twisted. It wasn't her fault, poor
dear, poor, poor Barby ... my darling daughter. She wasn't
responsible. Neither of us were responsible for what happened,
not really."
"WE HAD TO BE OUT OF OUR MINDS! We were Christians ... we
prayed, we always kept our thoughts under firm control. I taught
her that--'Control the thought and you control the body.' It is
the easy way--the first defense."
"It is just that--Something interfered. She said she
couldn't control her thoughts. I couldn't either. I tried! I
fought--"
"In the bathroom--yes, I screamed at her to wash--but she
only smiled and leaned down and smeared me with it--that awful
smelly stuff!"
"And then she--she had to be insane! --she put her finger
into her mouth! Before my eyes she tasted it and smiled and said
it was like honey!"
"She enjoyed shocking me. She enjoyed doing things that she
knew would revolt me ... and then making me do them, too."
"'Honey, mother ... taste it.' It must have turned her
stomach, but she smiled and put her other, drippy fingers near my
mouth."
"The smell was awful. I shook my head. But she Pressed her
fingers to my mouth."
"WHAT POWER MADE ME DO IT? I howled in my mind and I locked
my jaw--but my mouth opened! My stomach was churning. I knew I'd
vomit. I was dizzy again. There was a roaring in my head.
"Suddenly her fingers were in my mouth--and I tasted--I
tasted the slimy--"
" I didn't vomit. I didn't ... I don't care! Yes, yes, yes,
I swallowed it! She had my eyes. I couldn't break her gaze--she
had my eyes and my body. HE had her and she had me!"
"No--two days. Two days later. I don't know why ... yes, I
remember ... she wanted him to be ready. She wanted him to have a
full amount of ..."
"I told her, I pleaded with her but ... She had a pillow. A
thick foam pillow from the sofa. It was brown-gold corduroy--the
cover. It was shaped--it was like a square but with scooped
sides."
"She showed me what she had done with it. She had cut a hole
as big as her fist--your fist--in the center of it, and she had
sewed up the sides of the hole ... so it was big enough--the hole
was big enough to let that pony's thing through to her.
"She put the pillow down between her thighs to show me--the
scooped sides fitted her thighs on each side, and the hole was
centered right over her--her opening."
"It was about five or six inches thick ... and firm, but it
would still let an awful lot of that thing through--into her."
"She was determined to try it. She had a weird glitter in
her eyes. She kept saying, 'First me, then you, mom.'"
"It was my soul they were after. My soul was older and wiser
and of more value than hers. Getting my soul would be something."
"I see now Barby was a toy to Satan. He snapped her right up
and used her to get at me."
"Yes, she brought that animal in the day after she showed me
what she had done to the pillow."
"He was extra anxious. He was nervous. He did his business
right on the rug ... a big pile of it. It stank to high heaven.
I cleaned it up. I had to. I couldn't stand it there on my rug."
"She had to use something she could lie on that would support
her about two and a half feet off the floor. She finally fixed up
the sofa--she piled the cushions at one end so they were level
with the arm."
"She had strings sewn to the special pillow and she wore it
between her thighs, with the strings keeping it in place, tied
around her waist, hips and thighs.
"She led Diablo around the room and got him so he faced her
as she sat on the arm of the sofa.
"YES--this is burned into my brain! Everything."
"She sat facing his throat, her head just under his head, her
naked breasts touching his chest. She held the bridle rein in her
right hand."
"I stood watching, hoping it wouldn't work. "She settled
down on her back on the piled sofa cushions. She pulled on the
rein straight back, holding her arm up."
"The animal, to go forward over her, he had to straddle the
end of the sofa where she was lying, with his front legs."
"It was too wide for him. He couldn't do it. But she kept
urging him to get over her; she kept pulling on the rein."
"He tossed his head and tried to pull back, but she kept him
under control and kept pulling ..."
"Finally he did what he had to do--what Satan made him do--
just the right thing. He reared up and planted his front legs
just past her head, in the place--where the middle cushion would
have been."
"Barby said, 'See, mother, see?' She patted his chest. She
settled him down. He curved his neck down to try to see her. He
snorted."
"She reached under with her left hand to touch his thing. It
was supernatural the way he got quiet. And that thing started to
slide out--ugly and purple and wet."
"It was sliding out--down--right into the hole in the pillow
between her thighs! It was perfect ... everything was
Controlled!"
"Barby laughed when she felt with her hand where his thing
was going. 'Now I'm going to get it,' she said."
"I told her to stop it--he'd kill her! But she wouldn't
listen. That animal was standing over her--if he slipped or if he
decided to kneel his front legs on the sofa all his weight would
crush down on her."
"And if he managed to get too much of his huge thing into
her--it would rupture her."
"She guided with her hand and shifted around some under him.
His organ was out all the way--I'll never forget how long and
thick it was--and he was stamping on the floor with his hind legs,
he was sensing something new and better than masturbation, this
time. His ears turned and perked. His barrel sides heaved."
"Barby suddenly made a surprised 'OH' and drew a sharp
breath.
"The beast snorted loudly. I knew he had entered her ... and
thick as he was, I didn't think the pillow would save her. He
would compress it, smash it flat with his savage lunges."
"I saw him start--the first powerful thrust of his rump--the
flexing of his broad thigh muscles."
"I cried Barby's name--she tried to speak but his plunge into
her and the pressure of his heavy belly on her chest as he moved
made her breath puff out in a kind of grunt."
"I started forward to get him away."
"She saw me. She had her head turned to avoid the long hair
from under his chest. She gasped for me to not do anything."
"There was an expression on her face amazed and exalted--and
wonder and pain in her wide eyes."
"The pillow did work for her--it did act as a kind of limit
on his penetration--but, oh, God, he was into her so far ... so
terribly far, with that thick thing ... ugly wet and like a
purple-skinned hose ..."
"She reached up on each side of his barrel and seemed to hug
him, to hold him. Her fingers gripped his shaggy winter coat like
death."
"And the horrible sounds they made--the awful squelching
sound of him there--in her--and her grunts and groans as he went
in each time. And that animal's own bellowing breath--so loud!"
"I stood frozen, watching, my hands to my mouth. Frightful
moments passed ... and Barby didn't try to escape, or call for
help."
"She had her eyes closed tight. Her face wrinkled each time
his massive organ plunged so deeply into her belly. Her mouth
sucked air. She kept her tight grip in his coat."
"Her legs were flung wide. The strings holding the holed
pillow to her had broken but I saw it didn't matter--Diablo wore
the pillow on the base of his thing like a hilt."
"She cried: 'Mother--mother, it's like ... it's incredible!
It's like being in a hurricane!'"
"The awful squelching sound of that ... intercourse ...
became wetter and faster. The beast was doing it more and more--
just crushing forward into her."
"She cried--I can't forget--'I love it, I love it--I'm his
slave now--' And she kept on grunting and wincing and gasping ...
'Oh, Master--Master!'"
"I knew who her Master was!"
"The sofa was being pushed little by little, each time he
bumped the end with his legs as he as he went into her. The end
of the sofa came up against the wall by the kitchen door."
"That beast blew gusts of air from his nostrils. It sprayed
the sofa with spittle. He rolled his eyes with the madness of his
lust."
"It was absolutely terrifying to see him pounding into her
body. Barby was being butted into, pushed, ravished."
"I couldn't understand how she could stand it. She must have
been in agony from the size of him. But she was holding onto him
now to keep herself in position for his continuing thrusts."
"Then--oh--the time for his ... the stuff ... into her--it
shot into her ... it gushed out of her as that thing went in--
pouring it in and squishing it out ... She screamed--that
pressure--that horrible male-stuff--so match of it and then ... it
was over. The animal lost all interest in her. He put his legs
down sideways off the sofa and turned around ... pulling out of
her and leaving an awful dribbling trail ..."
"Barby just lay there, arms wide, legs open ... a sticky, wet
mess of that stuff between her thighs, running from her core ...
she was gaping open like a red tunnel, all drippy with that
stinking, disgusting stuff."
Barby looked up at me ... and her eyes were dreamy. 'I was
nothing at all. I was just a tube of flesh and he used me. I
wasn't a person. I was just meat. I was just meat.'"
"Those words cut into my mind--just meat. The male beast--
that animal--was like every man wants to be--just a huge organ
with no responsibilities or cares, who wants a woman to be just
meat he can forget the moment his pleasure is over."
"I went to Diablo and pulled the pillow off of his shrinking,
receding thing. It was about to drop to the carpet, anyway."
"The pillow was stained with his stuff, and with sweat. It
stank. The whole house stank of completed lust."
"I started to throw the pillow into the fire-place for
burning later, but Barby said, 'No, don't! We can use it again.
We can wash it.' And so I threw the wet thing next to the soiled
clothes hamper in the hall."
"I put on my clothes and took Diablo back out to the barn.
When I got back I heard Barby in the tub, washing up."
"She called me into the bathroom. 'You've got to do it, too,
mom. It scares you to death at first, but then, but then you're
one thousand percent woman. It's incredible.'"
"I said no, but she kept after me. She kept arguing and
arguing ... She was arguing for Satan. I knew it, but I was ... I
was had to find out."
"If Barby could take him, with that doughnut-like pillow on
his thing, limiting him, why couldn't I? I was a mature woman and
she was only a girl, a sixteen-year-old girl ..."
"So, yes, yes, YES ... I allowed myself to be convinced. I
allowed her to convince me. I had to know what it was like--this
ultimate degradation. I imagined that this adventure with Diablo,
this would have to be the end of our moral disease. Somehow, I
imagined that when the snow melted, our debauchery would melt and
we would see the firm ground of decency again ..."
"I was afraid, as Barby said she had been. My insides were
watery and I had to go to the bathroom a lot, on the morning of
the second day, the day we agreed I would try it."
"She went out, whistling, singing, and brought the brute into
the house. He almost pranced up the stairs and across the porch.
He neighed a greeting to me, as if he knew ..."
"I was naked. I was dry-mouthed and nervous. I held the
pillow clenched in my hands."
"Barby asked me if I wanted more ... preparation. A few
minutes before she had been doing delightful things to me with her
mouth. I had been wet and passionate--but with that beast so
near, with the time so near--my lust was gone."
"She managed it all. She led me to the sofa with its
cushions arranged as before. She forced me to lie down and spread
myself."
"My heart was shaking me. My stomach turned queasy as she
led Diablo close to me. She held the rains taut. She urged him
to rear up and cover me."
"He looked down at my naked body. He looked into my eyes. I
saw his lust. I saw the Devil in his eyes. I turned cold. But I
was petrified; I could not move or speak."
"That was the first terrifying part. He did rear up.
Suddenly the great shaggy bulk of him was in the air over me--his
legs and hooves were coming down at my head--his chest was coming
down to crush me--"
"But his legs went beyond my head and his chest stopped
inches from my breasts. His long underhair, off-white and dirty,
brushed against my skin as he breathed--and as I breathed."
"I was gasping with fear. I could not see under him. I
could not see my thighs and his ... his huge thing."
"Barby said, 'I've got the pillow on him, mom. Boy, is he
ready for you! I barely touched him and it slid all the way
out.'"
"I felt the end of his organ prodding at me hitting my
thighs, and belly and close--close to my core."
"Barby said, 'Hang onto his coat. The first few seconds are
rough.'"
"I felt her hand between my thighs, opening me with her
fingers. The beast over me was blowing and snorting with
eagerness. I felt the huge, blunt end of his thing--Oh, dear God,
I was terrified. What made me lie there and let it happen?"
"That huge thing just--before I could prepare myself--it just
plunged into me! I was suddenly stretched horribly ... it was so
thick! It was so terribly far into me--like a pole had been
shoved into me--I screamed! I hurt so much! It was so massive!
Dear God, I'll never forget it!"
"My whole belly was an ache--full of that gigantic organ. I
did hold onto his sides. I gasped--the breath was pushed out of
me--he was shoving and shoving! His great round hairy chest and
barrel was pushing down on me and moving over me.
"I was in hysterical was panic-stricken. I was--yes, a tube
of raw meat for his use!"
"I wanted it to stop happening and I didn't. I was like a
beast being used by a super-being."
"Then I felt the touch of the pillow that circled his organ
and limited his thrusts. It was being crushed against my thighs
and ... and my crotch."
"The first few seconds--the shock of that brutal, sudden,
total penetration--passed ... it passed, and I knew I could endure
it."
"The sheer animal power of him, over me and in me--dear God,
so much in me--the violence and lust and beastly selfishness ...
it made me feel ... I can't explain it."
"I was being jolted and battered by that thing that plunged
up into my belly again and again and again. Each thrust was a
giant invasion of my body, a kind of rape that I was permitting to
continue. I found myself holding onto his shaggy, smelly coat to
keep from being butted forward, away from his thrusts. I wanted
his thrusts ... I wanted that huge thing of his to keep on filling
me and filling me and hurting me."
"Each time he went in--oh each time, the size of it--it
pushed brutally against that place inside me and a lightning bolt
of pain and--and pleasure mixed ... all mixed up together--went
through me!"
"Each time--it took my breath away."
" I saw Barby ... blurred ... smiling ... watching ... and I
turned my head away, under Diablo's heaving, moving chest, to face
the other way. I knew my face was nakedly showing my reactions."
"I began to wish it would not stop ... I began to feel a hot
bubble of lust in my belly. I began to writhe against Diablo's
girth, to rub my swollen teats against his tickling, maddening
coat. I was panting, mindless, glorying in the huge thing that
was thrusting up into me."
"I should have felt shame and agony, and guilt, but lust and
growing pleasure overwhelmed my conscience ..."
"I forgot everything. Diablo became my god. I sank down
into the Pit."
"A voice was moaning loudly and it was mine. A body was
twisting and squirming with lust, and it was mine."
"The force of nature that was ... that was possessing me--
that is what he was--Diablo--not a pony, but a Force ... a god. I
imagined he--it would go on forever, endlessly thrusting,
endlessly driving me to a pleasure that I could not imagine."
"But he thrust faster and harder. I was shaken, tossed about
under him. I had to grip his coat like death and fight--I hooked
my right leg down over the sofa arm--I had to fight to stay in
place."
"I heard Barby--'He's going to shoot in a second ...'"
"I wanted him to do it in me--to get completion. I would be
dishonored if he didn't. I would not be a worthy female if I left
him without his final pleasure ..."
"I wasn't a human woman ... I was down in the depths of ...
my mind was so full of those ecstatic lightnings! My Christianity
and my morals--they were like sand and the huge thing pounding
into me, faster and faster--yes, and deeper--deeper--was the ocean
... the endless ocean ... the forever, ageless ocean ..."
"Mindlessly, I knew the pillow that prevented an awful,
terrible penetration of me was being compressed and minimized with
each powerful thrust. Diablo's organ was like a merciless log
ramming into me. My belly was a vast golden ache ... OH, GOD--
further and further up into me ... thicker and thicker ... His
snorting and bellowing breath was frightening, terrible ..."
"THEN--a great liquid blow burst into me. A giant thrust
into the stuff--pain--and another gush of it--a horrible plunge
into me, spurting ... I was full of it ... overflowing, an awful
warm wetness covered my thighs and ran down under my bottom,
soaked the cushion ..."
"Diablo made his last gushing plunges and was finished."
"I was dazed. I lay inert ... in a stinking welter of his
thick, white, runny discharge."
"Barby got him down off of me safely. She put on her coat
and boots and took him out to the barn. The draft of icy air from
the door as they went out seemed to drive the daze from me.
"I groaned--with shame. I struggled to sit up and saw the
mess that covered my lower body. Sharp little pains shot through
my abdomen as I moved. I wanted to vomit, but couldn't."
"I was in the tub, washing thoroughly, when Barby came back
into the house."
"She came into the bathroom, naked once again. She said I
had taken more than she had because the pillow was flatter. She
said she'd have to alter another pillow for Diablo to wear. She
laughed and looked at me and asked if I enjoyed it."
"I didn't tell her. The Devil in me was whispering for it to
happen again. My stomach got fluttery as I thought about it."
"I knew it would happen again. I would assist Barby and then
she would assist me ... and Diablo would be better and better
trained ..."
"A dull horror spread through me, but it wasn't strong enough
to change anything."
"It happened ... it happened ... what? YES, damn you! HE
KILLED HER!"
"We did it with him--with the beast--with the Devil--we did
it about ... I don't know. Twenty times. Each. YES. Each."
"Yes--I got so I loved every filthy, degraded moment of it.
I got so--we both did--we got so we spent hours out there in the
cold, brushing him, cleaning him, braiding his mane, making over
him disgustingly ..."
"We brought him into the house more and more, We put papers
all over on the floor for when he ..."
"He was our big man. He was the king. We were his harem.
It got so we did nothing with each other--we only lived for the
moments that he was ... was over us and that huge thing was
driving us crazy."
"The morning it--I was out in the barn. The snow was
beginning to melt. Barby had him in the house. I was gathering
eggs. Somebody had to do it. We had to keep the stock going, and
the chickens ... no matter how debauched we were, we still had to
care for them."
"She couldn't wait! She thought she could manage it alone
... OH, GOD ... I heard--I was in the henhouse--I heard a faint
scream ... just a faint one. I wasn't even sure it was a scream
the hens were making so much noise--and then I heard it again--the
scream. It went through my heart like a knife."
"I KNEW IT WAS BARBY. Something had happened! I ran--I RAN-
-and when I got through the door--OH, GOD--she was under him and
he was jamming and the pillow wasn't there on his thing! It was
on the floor! HE WAS RAMMING IT ALL--ALL ALL ALL INTO HER! SHE
WAS--BLOOD ... BLOOD WAS POURING OUT OF HER--EVERYTHING WAS
COVERED WITH BLOOD"
"HER FACE WAS TO ME ... and, yes she was ... she couldn't got
away. He was kneeling! He had her head locked between his front
knees! His belly was holding her down flat, down into the
cushions! And she--my baby couldn't get away! And that monstrous
thing was going all the way into her! It was covered with her
blood! Blood was spraying all over ... his belly was soaked with
it ... And SHE WAS SCREAMING! Her face was so horrible--her eyes-
-"
"I grabbed him--his reins and I pulled sideways and I
screamed at him and I PULLED! But he wouldn't move--HE WOULDN'T
STOP! NOTHING WOULD MAKE HIM STOP!"
"I got the gun--my husband's rifle--on the rack and we
always--it was always loaded. And I knew how to--I SHOT HIM! I
SHOT HIM! THEN HE SCREAMED AND HIS BLOOD--I SHOT HIM AGAIN! HE
GOT OFF HER. He--he--like a drunken man--all around, breaking
things ... screaming ... I was yelling--screaming ... I shot him
again. He wouldn't die! He fell down and started kicking. His
eyes were like rolling marbles. He was breathing blood ... I kept
shooting him! HE WOULDN'T DIE! Then I hit his head--in the
brain--and he--he went dead ... he jerked and he went all limp."
"Barby? Barby I went to her--yes, I tried to ... but the
blood--she was all torn open. She--the blood was so red! It just
ran out of her! I couldn't make it stop! She was so wide open--
between the legs--here--like a--a big hole--like a butcher had cut
open a ... like a tunnel ..."
"She was so white--her face I called, on the phone, I called
the hospital in [the nearest town] and they sent--they sent an
ambulance."
"But she was dead when they got to our place. I don't
remember them coming in. I remember it all up to calling them.
It's all there, but I can't--"
"... the psychiatrist--said I was repressing it. I didn't
want to remember--the pony and my daughter together like that. He
said the report said I had been babbling ... babbling and was
sitting on the floor by the pony, reading the Bible to him."
"No, but I don't remember. But I should have loaded the gun
and killed myself. This way--I'm just taking longer."
"They all knew what happened. They knew right away. She was
naked, on those cushions that way ... and with that hole in her
... That sewer hole running blood ..."
"I was in a hospital and the police--the sheriff came ... and
some other men ... Then the doctors. Then I was taken to the
insane asylum."
"They kept me there for a year. Then it kept getting more
crowded and the state was short of money, and they let me go."
"That's all. I'm all empty now, from telling you. I don't
care anymore who knows. I don't care. I wish I knew how Satan
got to Barby, though. She was such a lovely, pure girl."
Conclusion
The varieties of human sexuality are incredible. It comes
down to this: if it can be attempted, it will be.
Dr. J. Rosenberger, in his recent book, Bestiality, states
that all authorities do agree on one point: "... that the entire
gamut of sexual relations between human beings have been applied
between humans and animals," and "any act that can be committed
between man and woman has been committed between human beings and
animals!"
The basic need for sexual release in women as well as men is
indisputable. They get horny too, and are admitting it ... and
acting on that fact.
As the Women's Lib activity in recent months shows, women are
throwing off the culturally imposed attitudes which have limited
and channeled their sexuality. They are becoming more openly
sexual. Their new attitudes are making them the equivalent of men
in sexual matters, and the existence of The Pill and greater
accessibility of abortion is taking away the long range
consequences of sexual activity--Pregnancy.
Thus women are becoming more and more free to be fully
sexual, psychologically as well as physically. The cultural and
social result is the phenomenon of "swinging" and extreme sexual
experimentation--by women.
Women, it seems, are as curious about sex and as or more
willing to try new things as men once they have broken down their
inhibitions.
In his The Animal Lovers, Dr. Rosenfeld says, "... there is a
good deal of hardcore evidence that city-styled bestiality is much
more depraved, involving more of a variety of acts, and with the
sexual contacts more frequent."
Of the sophisticated people whose stories I know or have read
about, only a very few involve sex between men and animals.
Why, for instance, do not men take advantage of large female
dogs to the extent that women are willing to try male dogs? I am
speaking here of city men. There has been and is a significant
amount of male-animal sexual activity in rural-farm areas.
It has to do with cultural "images" and male pride. In many
ways men are more conservative and "narrow" than women.
It has been said that men in need will stick their penises
into any kind of hole in the hope of sexual pleasure, especially
if no one is around to see them try it. And it is increasingly
obvious now, that women will allow any kind of penis into their
vaginas for the same reasons, if privacy is assured. (Or relative
privacy, as in the case of exhibitionistic swingers and their
pets.)
There are the obvious exceptions, of course, animal-woman sex
for profit, as with the prostitute, and the patently insane
behavior of such persons as Louisa and Barby, where repressed
sexuality and paranoid schizophrenia combined in an explosion of
psychotic behavior.
Unthinkable thoughts are being entertained in our time, and
increasingly, unthinkable acts are being performed. In every area
of life.
We can look for more and more cultural taboos to be knocked
over and social changes to result.
What will our society be like twenty years from now? It
would probably surprise the hell out of all of us if we could make
an instantaneous turn-around and see. As it is, we will live
through the changes and hardly be aware of them.
The End
