The title of this study has been a popular theme throughout the history of literature. Why this topic has been so popular is due to many particular ramifications of the relationship between human beings and those members of the animal world. When these relationships become sexual in nature, the phenomenon is called 'Bestiality'.
Many sociologists and early sexologists have labeled those who have relationships with animals as 'purely degenerate and stupid individuals'. But as time went on, and the minds of men were opened more and more to the many aspects of that complex system known as human nature, these original accusations were modified. Psychiatrists and social thinkers began to see that relationships existed between the individuals' environment and his sexual proclivities. Be cause of these relationships, they decided, many an individual was geared to a certain kind of behavior which many times had nothing to do with his intelligence or personality.
The cases which I have included in this volume all deal in one way or another with bestiality. They were selected on the premise that there are many different kinds of people who engage in this mysterious and fascinating sexual deviancy. During the presentation of the interviews, I have tried not to prejudge the aspects involved and, instead, have made an attempt to secure a true picture of the subject's environments along with the circumstances which eventually led them into sexual relationships with animals. If the reader considers these peoples' stories in the same light, then it is possible that I have succeeded in illuminating the darkness which has surrounded this strange sexual taboo.
During the reading of this study, it is also important to remember that today we are witnessing the destruction of the sexual dam. A dam that has held back, for centuries, the true story behind the human sexual condition. In so doing, much of what flows out from behind that shield may be shocking, coarse and even disgusting to many, but it does happen, has happened in the past and will most likely happen again in the future. Because of this reality, cases such as the ones in this volume are important for the student of human nature to read and study and accept.
As we open out minds to varied elements of the human condition, it is hoped that the general public, along with the specialized sectors, will recognize the need to know and be aware of everything that is human.
Jon Hollowa
CHAPTER ONE
Alice B. is a striking blonde, age twenty-two, with a voluptuous body. Her good looks, combined with sparkling blue eyes give the promise of certain sensual pleasures and fun. But, in fact, she has relegated her sexual activities to the most heinous of all sensual worlds-bestiality.
Why this young and beautiful girl has traveled down that most taboo of all roads is a question worth looking into. There apparently seems to be no concrete reason for her sexual 'demise' into this area, yet, the actions do exist. Upon observing her during our interview, I continually thought about the fact that she probably could have had any man she had ever wanted, anytime and anywhere. Her legs, revealed beneath her high riding miniskirt, were long, lean and strong. Her breasts, peeking out strongly beneath her tee shirt gave promise of fulfillment and sensual pleasure. Why, then, had this most desirable woman elected to bestow her favors only upon animals?
One old saying has it that once a woman has had sexual relations with an animal, especially a well-heeled dog, she will never again find satisfaction with a man. In Alice's case, this could have very well been the truth. It is with this thought in mind that I pursued our interview, trying to reveal the secrets of her strange sexual obsession.
I suppose what I have done is considered by many people to be obscene and against nature. To me, anyway, they have provided the most wonderful of all experiences. I' really can't explain why, but somewhere and somehow, the whole experience had the ring of religious truth to it. I mean, there was something 'otherworldly' about fucking with a dog. I know this must sound somewhat strange and even perverse, but after being with the dog, I never even wanted to touch a man again.
This whole thing began when I was sixteen years old. I lived in a small town in Northern California. You know, one of those places where everyone knows everyone else and when anyone does anything wrong the place begins jumping around like someone had them by the balls.
Anyway, this was where I grew up, and it was miserable. I always felt like I was suffocating. But then I met this guy named Jim. That began to change my whole life.
Jim was a gas station mechanic who had gone broke while traveling through the town. He wound up working at this gas station, pumping gas and saving his money until he had enough so he could leave. He was really a strange looking cat and I guess that's what attracted me to him.
During high school, I guess you could say I was pretty popular. All sorts of guys would ask me out and when we went someplace, they were always grabbing my tits or sliding their hands up between my legs. Most of the time I would just turn them off by threatening to yell 'rape'. That usually did the trick. But every once in a while, like this one Friday night after the football game, I really got myself into a bind. This joker had asked me to go out for something to eat, and being really bored and everything, I said 'okay'. We drove out of town into the woods and he pulled over to the side of the road.
"Now," he said, sitting there and looking me over, "Now is the time of your life, baby."
I couldn't believe it, but this jackass had his pants down and was beating himself off ... right there in the car!
I asked him what the Hell he thought he was doing.
But he must have sensed that I was interested, which I was, because he didn't stop or even try to answer me.
Then, he grabbed my head and pulled me down to his groin. There I was, with this huge dong staring me right in the face, and really beginning to fear for my life.
"Okay baby," he said, "suck me dry!"
I knew that if I didn't, he would probably leave me out there in the middle of nowhere, or else beat me up.
"All right," I moaned, touching the hot, sticky thing, "but just this once."
"You'll like it more and more, honey, especially after your little drink of protein."
I didn't know what he meant by that, but later when I found out that come has a certain amount of protein in it, it hit me.
Anyway, I remember the feeling when the tip of his prick entered my mouth ... it was horrible! I mean, he was warm and sticky, and the skin tasted salty. Then, he began pumping more and more inside, until it felt like his entire thing was being rammed down my throat. I tried to stay with it, but with each thrust from his pelvis, I felt like I was going to throw up. Finally, I just pulled away as hard as I could and managed to pull the thing out of my mouth. At this point, the bastard came all over my face. I thought I would die as his fucking cream spurted and shot all over me. It was pretty sickening, but he really seemed to enjoy it... every minute of it.
"There, there baby," he had said after his tube had emptied all over me, "it's nothin' but a little bit of mother nature's own secret sauce."
"Yeah, but I don't eat."
"Those who don't eat, sugar, starve!"
This bastard, after forcing me to give him head, had the balls to come off and say something like that. I'll tell you, I was really pissed off and I made a vow then and there never to make it with a man again. I figured if I would have to become a lesbian, then that would just have to be the way I went. I mean, these assholes with their huge egos 'cause they could get that meat stiff and everything would just have to go. No more would I have anything to do with them!
That night, I ran away from that town. That was the last time I ever saw my parents or friends. With a pack on my back, I decided to head down towards San Francisco. I had heard that it was supposed to be a pretty exciting place, and I thought it would be right for me.
On the way, just north of the peninsula, I found this beach where everyone was naked. It was pretty wild, just kind of stripping down casually and walking naked out onto a beach. I guess I was kind of pretty because most of the guys walking around there, with their dongs just hanging out in the sunlight, seemed to really look at me.
I took a place near a rock and lay down on my back. I spread my legs wide so that anyone walking by could see my crack real good. It was a nice feeling, like I was exposing myself to the world and anyone who wanted it could just kind of take a look up inside me. But I didn't want to fuck, and this fact I think gave me the courage to do that. I guess many would call me a tease or something, but it wasn't my fault that that dork from school slammed his prick down my throat!
"Hello there," the voice came from above. I opened my eyes and saw this guy, with long hair and a really slim body standing there.
I said 'hi' to him, and kind of drew my thighs together. Suddenly, I was kind of embarrassed.
"You're running from it, aren't you?"
As he sat down next to me, I could feel his eyes traveling up and down my body. His question kind of sunk in, and I began to shake. This guy was really kind of weird, I mean he seemed to know all about me without knowing me.
"Yes," I replied, "I guess I am. I mean, running."
"We're all running, my child, each of us in our own special way are running from something. Either it's inside us or something without. Whatever and wherever, it makes no difference because we're all the same together."
His eyes were brown and seemed to bore a hole right through me. There was something about him that I couldn't explain. I mean, he might have been after my cunt or something, but those words were something more than that. A feeling of real communication came over me, like I could tell him anything and he would understand.
"Where are you going?" he asked, kind of just staring out to sea.
Suddenly, I didn't really know that answer. I knew I was headed towards San Francisco, but that was only a place. It seemed like everything he said rang of some inner truth-something which traveled above all the words and actions.
"You should come with me ... there's really no other place to go, you know."
His hand rested gently upon my thigh. Suddenly my vow never to let another man touch me shriveled into nothingness.
"You are the universe and the soul... we are all the soul..."
His fingers were playing at the edge of my lips. They began to swell and I could feel the wetness flowing from my cunt. He moved around the edge, then pulled his fingers away and put them to his mouth.
"You," he said, licking my wetness very slowly, "have the secret juices of the life force and the death force which are one in the same."
I found myself laying back on the sand, moaning and whispering the 'yes' over and over and again.
He leaned over me, and I could feel his now hardened prick up against my naked leg. He drew his tongue up along the outside of my thigh, then began traveling slowly to the inside. The feeling was incredible as he began blowing hot air onto my cunt. I could feel my lips there throbbing and twitching with each gust of hot air coming from his mouth.
"Yes ... yes ..." He moaned, drawing his tongue between my lips, "home is here. There is nothing else!"
"Oh God," I moaned, "go inside ... please, lick me there... go inside!"
I became unaware of the place, the beach and the fact that other people were around. I threw my legs around his neck and virtually tried to pull his entire head deep inside my cunt.
He began licking and slurping inside. His tongue, like a slippery snake, tweaked and darted inside with an almost strange kind of ferocity.
When I felt myself starting to come, he reached around underneath me, like he knew exactly what was coming. He pulled my ass tightly up towards him, burying my face even deeper into my cunt. I thrust and twisted beneath the rippling force of my orgasm as he held on tightly, driving me up and down the ol' roller coaster.
After it was over, we both lay side by side, taking in the sun and watching the other naked people on the beach.
"You still going to 'Frisco?"
I reached down and held his limp cock lightly and shook my head 'no'. He laughed, looking like he was really happy. This made me feel good ... better than I had in a long time.
We left that beach, Bobby and I, that afternoon. He had this old school bus that had been converted into a living room on wheels. Inside, there were these strange diagrams, you know, the kind with five sides and things, hung all over the walls. It kind of gave me a creepy feeling at first, but his smile and the words he said made me feel much better.
Bobby drove across the valley and headed down highway 5 towards the San Fernando Valley. We got there about nine o'clock that night. He pulled the bus into a driveway in front of an old, white house that looked like maybe one time it was a ranch house or something.
Once inside the place, it seemed like we were no longer in the twentieth century. There was a large living room which was furnished by huge pillows which lay scattered all over the floor. On the walls, these huge murals, like something out of the Arabian Nights, hung on every square inch of space. Bobby smiled as he watched me look over the place, he was obviously pleased with my reaction.
"Now for the initiation."
I didn't know what he meant, and suddenly felt kind of scared. But all he did, the bastard, was to pull down his pants.
"Now, you, get undressed."
I watched his pecker, already hard and straining, peeking out from the top of his pants.
"Go on," he said, holding his rod in his hand and waving the tip towards me. "We've got to make ourselves feel at home."
I lifted my tee shirt up over my head. My breasts fell naked because I wasn't wearing a bra. Then, I slid out of my jeans and stood naked in front of his eyes.
"You're beautiful!" he cried, rubbing the tip of his cock up against my belly.
I'll tell you, even though I had made that vow never to be with a man again, this guy really turned me on. I mean, he wasn't great looking or anything, but just kind of average. I think maybe there was something in his voice, a kind of commanding tone, which turned me on. Even before he could touch me, I was already wet between my legs . .. that's the kind of effect he had on me.
"Okay, Alice, now for a little lesson in idolatry."
Then, he made me kneel in front of him. His prick was sticking straight out, just in front of my nose. I knew what he wanted, and his stare was so intense and everything, that I knew I had to give it to him. I took his prick in both hands and began massaging the thing carefully and slowly. Then I cupped his balls, those huge, swollen sacs which just hung there like a horse's.
"You're lips, Alice, I want to be inside your mouth."
I opened my lips, then licked the tip of his prick with my tongue. I tried to pry open the hole there, driving the tip of my tongue strongly against the skin. He just stood there, kind of staring down at me and holding the top of my head. Finally, I parted my teeth and took the entire rod into my mouth. I really dug it this time, I mean, there was something kind of rugged about the whole thing. Only this one had a ceremony about it, a kind of ritual which made it even more exciting.
"Penetration! Penetration!" He cried as he pumped back and forth between my lips. I reached around him, grabbing him by his ass, and tried to pull all of him inside my mouth. I really wanted to take as much as possible inside, not leaving him even a square inch of pecker to himself.
Then I felt him begin to throb. I could feel the stuff begin to come along the ridge underneath his prick. I ran my fingers along there, following the path of sperm as it traveled out along his throbbing shaft. It felt kind of good, like I had this power to get something from him ... to pull something from deep inside. I felt myself begin to cream like crazy as his hole opened up and the white, hot juices began to pour into my mouth.
"Take it, baby ... take all of it!" he cried, pushing my head hard up against his pelvis. I tried to swallow everything, but some of the stuff kind of drooled out of the corners of my mouth. I kept sucking, though, pulling his cock further and further into my mouth. Finally, he was drained, and I licked his prick and balls until all the remains of his orgasm were gone.
"You're a beautiful head ... you belong with me..."
He held me by the back of my head. I was still kneeling in front of him, staring up into his coal black eyes. It was then that I made my vow to do anything in the world for him ... virtually, to become his slave. At the time, my offer held no special meaning for me. It just seemed like I was saying what I felt. But in not too much time, I began to see that my vow was going to lead me into some pretty strange and perverse happenings. Had I known then what I do now, I don't think I would have ever said what I did.
Within a few short days, things really began changing around there. The first thing that happened was the appearance of two other girls. I remember that day very clearly. They were both young, probably around my age, and both had dark, long hair. They seemed really skinny, especially the one named Kitty. The other, Sue, had really big tits which bounced around underneath her shirt, so it seemed like she had probably been better fed. Anyway, it was on that day that I began to see the kinds of changes that would occur around there. I was taking a bath, playing with the soap bar, when Bobby brought the two girls right into the bathroom.
"Alice," he said, holding each girl on an arm, "I'd like you to meet Kitty and Sue. They, too, are beautiful."
If that meant that each one had given him head, too, then I was really mad. I tried to act cool, you know, undisturbed about the whole thing. But that was almost impossible. Suddenly, Sue stripped down and stood above the tub naked. Swinging her leg over the edge so I could get a good look at her dark cunt, she slid into the tub next to me.
"There!" said Bobby, obviously happy, "I think you too will really get it on!"
Then he turned and walked out with Kitty, leaving this other naked broad right there in the tub with me!
"Well?"
"Well what?" I replied, sinking lower. She was staring real funny at my tits.
"We're both beautiful, aren't we? " Then I felt her hand coming up my thigh. I tried to clamp my thighs around her, but she kept pushing up. Finally, she reached my cunt and began playing around there. She really knew what she was up to, I'll have to admit that! I mean, she found my clit and began pushing the skin over it and just kind of brushing against it, you know, like a real pro. I finally had to give in. So I lay back against the tub and spread my thighs.
"That's more like, honey." She moaned, driving her finger up my vagina." I know you're going to like this."
For the next few minutes my new friend fingerbanged until the only wetness I had was coming directly from the water in the tub. I had never been so dry before, nor had I ever experienced so many orgasms. It was like every time the flow began inside, she would know exactly when to withdraw her hand and knead at my thighs. Then, when it subsided, she would start in again. By the time Bobby came back inside the bathroom, I was pretty well spent.
"Well, looks like you two really got to know each other!"
He took off his clothes and jumped into the tub between us. By this time, I guess I was pretty much ready for anything. I mean, I had just done something I never thought I ever would have, and it seemed like anything else was just a new attraction. As a matter of fact, I was really beginning to enjoy the new trips that were being laid down. It was a whole new thing for me.
"Now, we'll all learn how to love each other and become one." Then he took Sue onto his lap, where he stuck his prick up her cunt.
"Ooooh ... Bobbeeee ... please ... !"
I sat at the other end of the tub, watching the action from behind Sue. It was the first time I had ever watched two people fuck, and I'll tell you, it was pretty fucking far out!
"Okay, new child, on my face ... daddy wants to lick your pearl!"
I got out of the tub, walked around to the other side, and straddled Bobby's face. Sue reached around me and grabbed my tits, playing with my nipples and pinching them. I thought I had been really spent before after her hand job, but before I knew it, Bobby's tongue was boring a hole right through me. He sucked, licked and bit at my lips and vagina, seemingly going in deeper than was possible. I rocked and swayed on his mouth, crying out as loudly as was Sue. Then, he came and Sue came and I came. Exhausted, and really spent this time, we all collapsed onto each other.
"Next time," mumbled Bobby somewhere beneath my tits, "we all come together!"
I could see that.
The next few weeks at Bobby's got stranger and stranger. People were constantly dropping by, and most of the time they were those weird cats who rode motorcycles and had tattoos. They were rough guys but Bobby always seemed able to control them. Once, one of these guys, whose name was Duke, started making Sue. They were both naked in the bedroom, and Sue was giving him a blow job. Bobby walked into the room and just stood there. Sue's back was to him, and she couldn't see him. She was really going wild with that cock in her mouth, jerking back and forth like crazy. Finally, Duke came, and during it, looked up and saw Bobby. There was a long silence, then Bobby walked over to where Sue knelt on the floor. He unzipped his pants, drew out his prick, and was already hard.
"Okay, baby, we all love each other ... don't we?"
Duke kind of just stood there, with his mouth hanging open and his dong hanging down. Sue turned around and opened her mouth, taking Bobby's cock into her mouth. All this time Duke just stood there, letting Bobby stare at him like he was nothing.
That was one of the times I really began to see something strange happening. I mean, everything in that house was really different. There was no sense of possession . . . everyone belonged to everyone else. If someone wanted to ball you, then you just took off your clothes, spread your legs and let the cock right in. If he wanted to get blown, then that's what you did. It was like being the member of a harem or something. There were like maybe seven or eight girls living in that house. At one point, Bobby told all of us that we were to stay naked at all times. This was really kind of weird, I mean, walking around totally naked all day. Whenever people came by, there we were, tits and cunts hanging out for everyone to see and touch. It kind of got to be a game or something.
"Without clothes," Bobby would say, "you become one. You lose the ego and enable yourself to mould together and become one soul."
I kind of understood what he was saying.
There was a strange feeling which seemed to grow inside of all of us. It was like there was nothing in the world we couldn't or wouldn't do ... I mean, everything became okay because there was no more morality, or whatever that is that keeps people from doing certain things.
This attitude, growing every day, started really getting far out. We, the girls, would have sex with each other, eating each others' cunts and fingering each other, almost all day. It seemed like that each day was nothing more than a great orgy. But then, things started changing. Bobby began getting really weird. We started saying things about him being the devil ... and that we were the servants of Satan.
One night, I remember it was really hot . .. like in the desert, Bobby told us that it was time for the Devil to rise. He gathered all of us girls together and lined us up against the wall. There were four other guys standing around, just kind of watching and smoking dope. Bobby lit a couple of candles, and began dancing around them like he was in some kind of trance or something.
We were all naked to begin with, so there was really nothing for us to do but stand there ... or so I thought.
Then these other guys began taking off their clothes. Every one of them had a hard on, and they each held their cocks in their hand as they crossed the room to where we stood. Bobby was still dancing like a madman in the center, kind of waving these other studs over to us.
One guy with long, blond hair came over to me. He was really hung, and I mean he must have had a good nine inches on that thing of his. He grinned kind of fiercely, pushing the tip of his penis up against my belly. I watched in a kind of stupefied fascination as he slid the cock down to my cunt and began working it up into my crack.
At that time, I was having my period, and the more this dude poked his thing into me, the more blood began to flow. Soon, it was kind of drooling down my legs, which were by now really spread apart. His prick was up inside me, and I had my leg wrapped around his back. Suddenly, Bobby yelled for everyone to stop.
"We have found the moment!" He screamed, looking right at me and grinning. "She is ready to receive the Devil!"
This dude's prong was still inside me when Bobby came over and wrenched the guy backwards. I screamed when his huge prick left me, it was so big that I was really getting stretched out.
By this time, everyone had stopped. One couple was laying on the floor, the guy firmly planted between this chick's legs while another couple was giving each other head. But when Bobby spoke, everyone stopped-right in the middle of what they were doing.
"The summer night," he began, breathing kind of strangely and looking right through me, "is the heat of the Devil. We shall aspire to acknowledge His presence ... tonight and forever!"
Then he ran his fingers lightly up between my legs, kind of scraping the already drying blood.
"Perfect... perfect... perfect.. ." He mumbled. Then, he turned away and nodded to the blond dude who had been fucking me.
"Bring him on ... quickly!"
The guy went out into the backyard, and a second later returned with this huge German shepherd dog. The animal was mean looking, with big black eyes and seemed like he was about ready to kill anyone who got in his way.
"Let us begin..."
Bobby brought the dog over to where I was standing. The huge dog then began licking the inside of my legs, I suppose because he dug the blood. I was terrified, not even realizing then what was going to happen. I do remember, though, that I was kind of really fascinated. Like having this huge tongue kind of going high inside my thighs really turned me on.
"You are pleasing the Devil . . . that is very good. Very Good."
I tried to smile, but was pretty scared. Everyone else stood around the dog and me, watching and kind of groaning in low tones. Bobby stood right next to us, directing me and the dog in everything we did.
"Spread your legs, my dear, and allow Him to see and touch you!"
I did as I was told. Moving both feet wide apart and kind of squatting then thrusting my pelvis forward, I was able to give the animal full access to my lips. The dog went there right away, licking me with his rough tongue right there in my cunt. It was the wildest feeling I had ever had, I mean, it was like nothing else I had ever experienced.
"Enjoy him ... enjoy him ..."
Everyone was shouting that same phrase over and over. I held onto the dog's head, and began writhing down on him. The more we did this, the more I wanted him inside. I threw my legs even wider apart, and then pulled open my lips so that the beasts tongue could get inside my vagina. I was creaming like crazy, the juices rolling down my legs along with blood. I didn't know it at the time, but the dog was really getting it on, too.
"Go down on him, baby, go down!"
I couldn't believe what Bobby was asking me to do. Give a dog a blow job! That was the most incredible thing I had ever heard of. I mean, to take an animal's prick into my mouth and suck the fucking thing off was probably the most repelling thing I could have ever thought of. I kind of backed up against the wall, brought my legs together, and tried to turn away.
But everyone had hold of me, and they were forcing me down on my back. When I was finally laying on the floor, they brought the dog to me. They stood the hind legs of the animal over my shoulders, so that his prick was hanging there right in front of my face. I reached up slowly, and took the black thing into my hands. Slowly, I began masturbating him until he grew pretty fucking big and hard. It was like his dong really began to shine at that point, and then I really began to groove with it.
"Suck the Devil... suck Him!"
The chant rang in my ears, kind of like a dream, as I raised my head and took the grisly prick between my lips and into my mouth. The dog began humping madly, I mean, he was really getting off on this. I wrapped my arms around his back and pulled the prick even further into my mouth. It was really the wildest sensation I had ever had. That animal could really move, I mean it was like some kind of high tension clock that was beating off inside him. His movements were so smooth, so completely natural and he didn't miss a beat.
"The Devil will now take her!"
Then, they all began pushing the dog back along my body. By this time, I couldn't wait to get that big, juicy prick inside. I threw my legs up around his back and kind of pulled myself up onto him. In the center of his prick, there was this kind of knob, like a rise, that really got me off when he entered. I mean, that was the wildest fuck I was ever to have.
While that fucking dog was humping, stretching and pulling at my cunt with that damn knob prick of his, I noticed everyone else standing around. They were in a big circle around me and the dog. The guys were jacking themselves off, with their tools pointed right down towards me and the girls all had their fingers up their cunts. So this was what Bobby meant by 'all coming together.' Then, I felt myself starting to come. The dog, too, began pulsating wildly. His prick began throbbing harder and with more force than any mans. Together, we drove into each other like two animals. As I screamed and moaned, I felt the warm, thick semen of all the pricks shooting out towards my hot skin. It was too much, like a total fuck happening from all sides. I don't think there was a piece of my body that was left without some kind of come drooling down. I felt totally and completely lost to the entire thing, like the whole universe had suddenly shrunk and come down and specially made arrangements to fuck me.
When the scene kind of quieted down, and I was finally able to release myself from the dog, I got up and walked around naked in the backyard. Everyone else had gone to sleep. But I was feeling much too exhilarated for sleep. The moon was full, and warm night air felt real good on my naked skin. Suddenly, the dog was behind me. He began licking my ass, real soft and cool-like. Instinctively, I bent over and pulled my cheeks apart. His tongue drove deep inside, getting everything he could. I came a number of times with that, never having had it as good.
That night I knew I had to make some kind of decision. That dog had given me more pleasure than I had ever even hoped for from a man. It was like fucking with some kind of mystical being who knew all the secrets. For the first time in my life I became jealous. I didn't want another chick to have him. I decided that I wanted him all to myself... for the rest of my life.
So, I took the dog, my bag, and split. I began hitchhiking and finally wound up somewhere down by the ocean. I walked around there for one whole night, not knowing which way to go and being flat broke. Finally, some guy offered me ten dollars if I would blow him. I told him I would, so he dropped his pants, pulled out his pecker and I sucked him off. All the time I was gumming and licking his prick, my dog sat there kind of like he was keeping guard. Aside from being the best fuck I had ever had, that fucking animal was also my protector! It seemed like my life was finally becoming complete.
That evening showed me the way. I found out how easy it was to make some bread ... plenty of it, actually, and also to live with my dog. Soon, we both moved into this really fine beach pad . . . and that's where we've been ever since.
I fuck or suck that animal almost every night. I think I love him better than I could ever love a human being ... I don't know. But for right now, anyway, even though it's supposed to be perverse and sick and everything, that dog gives me everything I always wanted.
SUMMARY
This young girl's story is quite unique in fact while in theory, it actually conforms to many sexologists contentions.
Throughout the ages, there have been many who have contended that once a woman makes love to a dog, she will never be satisfied with a man. In Alice's case, this seemed to have happened in dramatic form. The dog supplies her with a number of things which she could not attain from a man.
First, the animal provides her with a certain emotional security that, because of Bobby's strange preferences, would have been lacking in that situation. Instead of having a man who moved from one girl to another, Alice now has a companion who is consistently devoted to her.
Secondly, the sexual aspects of the dog, as in many cases of bestiality, are possibly best described by the scene in which she has relations with the animal. The fact that the dog was held in high esteem and labeled as the 'Devil' brings into play many theories regarding the religious significance of the act of bestiality. Many people who deny their own instincts find them- selves craving after those which are natural and untouched. The dog in this case supplied Alice with just that, aside from giving her a pure sense of animal sexuality. It is in this manner that the animal became to her an almost complete sexual being, one whose desires and drives are not complicated by civilization.
But within this almost barbaric sense, Alice, too, had to take part. She was finally allowed to escape her morals, or her taught sense of right and wrong, through the gradual process of self-debasement which was encountered by her and the other girls at Bobby's.
It is an interesting phenomena that people such as Bobby exist today, and seem to be attracting large numbers to their way of life. It is a gradual, systematic loss of personal worth and personal integrity which people like Bobby dispel onto their followers. And, instead of replacing that sense of loss with something concrete, it is replaced by 'Devil-worship.' Thus, Alice's final step towards that act of bestiality was brought about by her final surrender to the devil worshipping people who surrounded her.
There is a positive note in Alice's case, however, that cannot be overlooked. That is that whatever happened to her and whatever style of life she finally adopted, there is still a chance that she will move out of that and into areas where human commitments become more real and meaningful. At least through the adoption of the animal, she has moved out of the influence of Bobby and his people. Whether or not this proves to be a good move for the still growing girl, time can only tell.
CHAPTER TWO
Jim M. is a twenty-two year old, now working in an automobile plant on the West Coast. With his lanky frame and Midwestern manner, he is popular with girls, although not to be considered a 'mod' sophisticate.
His story, and the particulars of his sexual experiences, reflect much in his background. The theory that says that environment, and the accessibility of certain experiences, determines many future actions is brought to light here with this example. In this personal confession, Jim will reveal the facts of his background on a farm in Kansas which will shed much light upon his activities today.
With a tape recorder, and a couple of six packs, I asked Jim how he had come to experience that most tabooed sexual experience-bestiality. His manner was open and cordial, and at no point during the interview did he seem ashamed of his actions. He did, however, recognize societies' scorn for the kind of behavior he had engaged in.
I was born in Kansas City. My mother and father were both simple farm people, living with their chickens and pigs and kind of real simple ways. I mean, there was never any talk of fancy education or anything, just a kind of thinking about making do with what we had. They were pretty moral people, and were always worrying about what was happening around the country and everything. I remember Dad always used to say it was like the last days of the Roman Empire ... he was always a stickler for history, used to read it every night. So, anyway, my upbringing wasn't strange or anything. I guess living out in the country kind of simplifies things, you know, keeps them easy to understand.
It was on my parent's farm that I had my first experience with an animal. It was with one of the old sows. I used to tend to them, feeding and watching for their heats. Anyway, it was a hot summer night and this old sow was in- heat. Whenever that happened, we used to separate the pigs so that we could determine just how their mating would take place. So this pig was in her own corral and everything. I should add that at that time, I had learned to beat myself off, and used to go down to the river by myself and swim. I would go in naked and jack myself off under the water. For some reason, I never came above water, always underneath.
That night I was pretty horny. I had been looking through my collection . . . that's what I used to call it-my collection. Actually, there were about one hundred old photographs of naked men and women doing everything to each other. My favorite one was of this blonde girl, really pretty with big tits, who was just laying there with some guy's prick in her mouth. Her legs were spread real far apart, and you could see her crack plain as day. The thing about that picture that really got to me was the fact that you couldn't see the guy's head, only his stiff prick and balls. I guess I used to think that I was the guy in the picture. But, getting back to my story, that night I had been looking at this picture. I remember it was real hot and I stripped down and went out into the back yard. My cock was beating, kind of like all by itself, and I really wanted some action. Had any chick come walking along at that time I think I would have just marched out into the road and fucked her. But there were no chicks, and there was no way I could get any. So, I walked over to where the pig was and got inside the pen with her."
It's interesting about pigs, but they make really fine friends. They seem to be loyal ... kind of like a dog. I read somewhere where they were supposed to be really smart, and from the way they acted around the farm, I could say that they were.
When I got inside the pen, June, the pig, came over to me and kind of just stood there looking up at me. My prick was kind of waving in the wind, and I took hold of it and started beating myself off. Then I started rubbing it up against her hide, which felt kind of good. Whatever I was doing, though, seemed to turn that old fucking pig on, and she began kind of moving herself up against me. Finally, I managed to work my way to her backside. It was like a fever I was in that night, and I couldn't stop myself. We were both getting turned on and there was no way I could have prevented myself from doing what I did next.
I found her hole, and it seemed like the kind of hole a woman would have between her legs. I mean, from those pictures and everything, I just kind of assumed that was the case. Anyway, there was this kind of fine lining around her opening, and I tore right through it when I entered her. She kind of yelled a little, but then began moving with me ... and we began humping with each other like crazy. She felt good and warm inside, and I came real quick. When I did, I slammed myself up against her rear real hard, and it was the best wad I ever shot. Better, even, than doing it under water.
That night had been only the first. It was like I grew so attached to that damn sow that I didn't even look at girls. There were plenty of women around from the school, and they seemed to like me, but none could have been as good as that pig. She was always warm and moist, and there was certainly no problem with her feeling like she had done something wrong after we had finished. But what the hell, a guy can't just settle down for the rest of his life with a pig! Although some guys wind up that way 'cause of their wives.
So, when I was sixteen, I left the farm and headed out to the Coast. I had always heard about California and the good action there, so I decided to give it a try.
I guess it was the first ride I got that day that showed me how I could make a living. I was standing out on the highway, waiting for someone to give me a ride, when this red convertible pulled over to the side. I couldn't believe it, but the driver was one of the best looking women I had ever seen. She had long, blonde hair with real sparkly blue eyes. When I got in the front seat, I could see her legs. They were all tan and long and lean ... she was a real fine specimen.
"Where you off to, sonny?"
"California." I replied, watching her tits bobble beneath her sweater every time we hit a rut in the road.
"Maybe I can take you all the way ..."
I was really thrilled. My first ride, and with a beautiful blonde who would take me all the way to California. But at that moment, I didn't realize that she had said 'maybe.' We rode on for the rest of the day. When it got dark, she pulled into this small little motel. It suddenly occurred to me that she wasn't going to drive straight through, which was something I really had wanted to do.
"You can sleep in the car, junior..."
I said that that was okay. I didn't realize at the time that she was hankering after something from me. It wasn't until later in the night that I heard the door of her motel room open. I leaned up over the door and saw her standing at the door to her room.
"Hello, there, junior, sleeping well?"
I couldn't believe it, but she was completely naked. It was the first time I had ever seen a live naked woman. My cock which seemed to be getting bigger everyday, leaped inside my jeans, making them feel like they were going to burst wide open or something.
Then, she walked right out into the night, still naked, and came right over to the car. She leaned in over the door, and her tits rested on the window which was halfway rolled up.
"It's pretty hot, tonight, isn't it sugar?"
She was drunk, her breath smelled like whiskey, but she sure looked pretty without any clothes on. Her nipples were only an inch from my mouth, and I wanted to reach up to them and bite them, but she backed away.
"Out of the car and take off your clothes. I want to see what kind of riding companion I've got!"
I slid out the front seat and faced her. She was just a little shorter than me. Her eyes were planted on my jeans, just where it felt like my cock was going to bust through.
"C'mon, honey, take 'em off!"
So I did. When I was finally naked, out there in that motel parking lot, she let out a long sigh.
"You are hung like a horse, child, hung like a fucking horse!"
That made me feel pretty good. I mean, she was really the first woman who had ever seen me naked, and in this state and the fact that she was impressed really got me off.
"C'mon, let's go inside." She had her hand wrapped around my prick, and pulled me towards the door of the motel room. I watched her ass as she drew me towards the room, and suddenly had this great desire to ram my cock right up between those fleshy cheeks.
We got inside the room and she closed the door. She told me to lay down on the bed. Then, she stood above me, kind of looking me up and down and running her tongue along her lips.
"Beautiful ... just beautiful." While she stood there, her hand went down to her cunt. She began playing with her pubic hairs in a kind of nonchalant way, like she wasn't paying attention to what she was doing. I just lay back and watched her fucking good body.
"You just relax," she said, now with her finger pulling apart her lips, which looked like they were getting pretty swollen and inflamed, "and momma will take care of you."
She leaned over me and began letting her long, blonde hair ride along my legs. When the hair reached my cock, which was standing up towards the ceiling, she kind of swirled it around there, making it twitch and making me feel like I would come at any moment. Then she took my rod into her hand again and began massaging it. Up and down, real slow and smooth. I just watched, almost like I was separated from everything and looking at my old photographs.
"Momma's going to take you inside . . . hold tight" My cock slipped in easily between her lips. She played a song on it with her tongue, licking and stabbing at my inflamed skin. While she was sucking me off, she swung her hips around and spread her legs. Her cunt just lay there in front of my face. I looked into the swollen terrain, kind of just digging on her wetness and shiny pink lips. Then I put my mouth to her, and she moaned loudly.
"Ooooh .. . baby ..." She talked with my prick still wedged deeply in her mouth. The sounds were barely audible, and she wouldn't let go.
I drove my tongue up inside her, feeling out the warm, moist valley there between her legs. It tasted kind of sweet and bitter at the same time, and she seemed just as good as the old sow I used to fuck in the pen. I realized why I had dug on that old pig so much, and it was because there was really kind of a strange similarity between the sow's cunt and that of a woman.
Well, I'll tell you, that babe really liked to get it on. We played that way for a while and I came in her mouth. She took everything, swallowing the white stuff as though it were some kind of special drink. Then she licked my balls, letting her tongue roam all the way to my asshole before she felt like she had finished.
"There" she said, finally, "you're clean as a whistle."
But I was immediately hard again, and this time I wanted to fuck. She seemed real glad that my prick was stiff so quickly and rolled over on her back.
"Here," she said, spreading her legs and holding her cunt open for me, "put it right here ... and easy."
I hovered over her for a minute, then dove in. At first, I only gave her a little.
"Oh, Jimmy, go in all the way!"
I slid it in a little more. Each inch I gave her seemed to make her twitch or spasm.
"C'mon baby, all the way ... fuck me ... fuck me ... !"
When I felt her sweet warmth surrounding my organ, I decided to ram it home. I pulled out just a little, then plunged in as deeply as I could. She trembled and shook beneath me, digging into my back with her fingers.
"Oh God, it feels sooo good... !"
She moaned and cried as I pumped easily and slowly into her. Once again, I felt like I was doing it to that old sow, and I guess that allowed me to keep myself from coming too quickly.
"You're so big... if feels so good ... !"
Then she began breathing hard, really crying out so that I thought maybe someone in the motel might hear us. I drove harder and harder inside, feeling the end of her cunt against the head of my prick. With each thrust up against her wall, she seemed to collapse beneath me. Finally, I felt her begin to writhe and twitch, like there was a flowing tide inside her. Then I came, shooting what seemed like a gallon of milky stuff up into her. As my prick pulsated and twitched, I could feel her vagina kind of grabbing my meat and holding it firmly. When I had finally shot everything I had, I fell onto her, and we were both breathing very hard.
"It was fantastic ... you're the best I've ever had!"
I thanked her for that, it seemed like a real nice thing to say. I had given some thought to telling her about how she felt like the old sow I used to fuck on the farm, but decided that maybe she wouldn't understand that.
"I've got some people back in L.A. who might just learn to dig you ... yes, they just might."
She was looking at me in a really funny way.
I didn't know at that time what she was talking about. All I felt was a kind of real good casualness like I used after fucking that old sow.
On the ride to L.A., Susie and I did some pretty wild things. As a matter of fact, the longer I stayed with this chick, the wilder things got. Take for instance, that next afternoon.
We were crossing the desert, somewhere in Nevada, I think. Susie always wore this long dress, and beneath it she never wore a bra. I could always tell that because I could see her nipples bulging through the material. What I didn't know, though, was that she was completely naked beneath that thing. I mean, she didn't even wear panties or anything, just her own skin. Anyway, she was letting me drive the car and she was sitting over by the window.
"God, it's hot" She moaned.
"Why don't you take off your dress?" I was joking, but she took me seriously. In one swift motion, with a big smile on her face, she slipped off that dress and sat there-completely naked.
The sun was beating down, and her body looked kind of golden. She was really beautiful, and I had to keep turning and looking at her. All I hoped was that some big truck didn't pass us or that we got pulled over by some cop.
Susie leaned back in her seat and spread her legs. Her cunt was wide open, and she pulled the lips apart, letting the wind drift up between her thighs. Once again, I was as hard as a rock.
She leaned over across the seat and began rubbing the meat between my legs. She unzipped my jeans, wrestled with my muscle, and pulled the prong out into the desert sky. Man, it just stood straight up there, kind of waving in the wind as I drove over a hundred miles an hour over that concrete.
"Don't crash, dear, we've still got a long way to go!"
She was laughing as she put her mouth down on me. Slowly, evenly, she rode her lips up and down the length of my prick. I didn't move, but just sat still, letting her make all the motions. Her skin was warm, and I could feel her breasts coming through my tee shirt It was one of the wildest experiences I had ever had, I mean, being blown at a hundred miles an hour is really something!
When I finally came up into her mouth, I felt like I was leaving the seat of the car. The road kind of began to swim before me, and I wondered if I might not drive the fucking car off into a ditch. But she held on, once again taking all my juice into her mouth, swallowing it and sucking me dry. By the time I was finished, I was like flying outside the car, drifting across the desert and holding that damn car on the road for all I was worth.
Then Susie slid back across the seat, put her fingers inside herself, and began jacking herself off. Her head, thrown back against the seat of the car, was the most beautiful face I had ever seen. She had this kind of real religious smile on her lips, like she was in another world and she knew something no one else ever could. She moved herself like that for about five minutes, then finally came like she had the night before. I knew when it was coming, so I pumped hard on the gas and pushed that damn car up to one hundred and thirty. We were really flying, and so was she! I began to wonder if we'd ever make it to L.A. in one whole piece!
We got into L.A. late that night and went straight to Hollywood. It was the first time I had ever been in Hollywood, and Susie laughed every time I thought I saw John Wayne or Burt Lancaster. I guess I was pretty naive that way, and she seemed to think it was all pretty hilarious.
Susie drove us through the center of town, and then up onto Sunset. I was really amazed at the people who were hanging out there. They all looked like those people I saw on television whenever there was a riot. Long hair and beards, and the chicks looking like they were naked under their clothes. As we crawled along the street, I figured that I was going to like it here. I mean, everywhere you looked, there was some beautiful blonde walking along, her tits plain as day underneath her tee shirt and looking like she wanted to fuck at any moment. It was too much, like a complete orgy happening out there on the streets. I had heard once that those pictures I had back on the farm were from L,A., now, I could see how that was possible.
There was a house up in the hills above Sunset that Susie took me to. It was a huge place, and kind of looked like a Spanish mansion. We pulled up into the driveway where there were more expensive cars parked than I had ever seen in my whole life. Rolls Royces, Bentleys, Mercedes Benz, Cadillacs ... they were all there. Then it suddenly occurred to me that I had never asked Susie what she did for a living. I guessed then and there that she must have been some kind of actress.
Inside the mansion, there was what must have been a hundred people. They were laying around on the floor, drinking and smoking this funny smelling cigarette. The lights were so low that I could hardly see, and Susie had to lead me by the hand through the living room.
Everyone there seemed to know her, and the girls there all kind of looked at me with a strange smile on their faces when I was introduced to them. It was kind of strange, like Susie was showing me off or something. They talked with each other and kind of pretended like I wasn't there. I began to feel angry, angry at Susie and angry at her friends who I didn't understand.
When we went out into the back yard, I began to enjoy myself more. There was a huge swimming pool, all lit up with green and blue lights. And inside, there about twenty naked people playing around like they were children or something. The girls were really beautiful, and I just stood on the edge of the pool, staring down at all the breasts and cunts under that clear water. Then Susie lifted up her dress, stood naked, and jumped in. I felt funny just standing there and decided to go in, also. As I pulled off my jeans, I noticed all the chicks in the pool stopped doing what they were doing and stared up at me. Then I realized that my prick was hard, standing straight out and pointing across to the other side.
It was at that point that I realized that none of the other guys there had a hard on. I mean, with all those naked girls walking around, none of those other dudes were even excited! I thought that was kind of weird, aside from the fact that it really embarrassed me.
The only thing I could do was to jump in. Underneath the water, I noticed three pairs of legs standing around me. They were all female, and I could see the dark triangle of their cunts shimmering there beneath the water. When I finally emerged, I saw nothing but tits just kind of hanging there on the surface of the water.
"Well hello there ... welcome to Rome!"
She was small and dark, but had the biggest pair of tits I had ever seen. They were so large that they just floated on the water like they were balloons or something. She noticed I was staring down at them and smiled.
"We're both kind of big, aren't we?"
Her hand was under the water, and she took hold of my cock, kind of squeezing it gently.
"I think," she said, moving her belly closer to my rod, "that we're made for each other."
I let her throw her leg up and around my back. My cock was now up between her thighs. She wiggled and maneuvered until she finally had my head between her lips. There were some other people standing around watching, but that seemed to make no difference to her. They all began chanting and yelling encouragement to us.
"Oh, God!" She cried as my prick slipped up inside her, "he's as big as a horse!!!"
Everybody clapped, then she wrapped herself around me, holding on with her arms and legs. We began rocking in the water together, with everyone else holding on to our bodies to keep us from sinking underneath the water.
"Go ... go ... go ..."
I began pumping this little broad for all I was worth. It was like a stage performance, and I knew I had to really belt her one. Each time I stuck my prick deeper inside her, she cried out and everyone applauded. It was eerie, like the excitement of all the people watching began to get to me and I began feeling really turned on, also.
The chick came with real passion, groaning and crying out to the general delight of everyone watching. Then, I shot my load into her and that seemed to really get everyone off.
"Great fuck!"
"Bravo . .. bravo ... !!!"
"What a ball, great!"
They were all shouting and yelling. It was like a standing ovation after a great concert When I looked up, there were hundreds of people standing around the edge of the pool, clapping and cheering like they had just watched a touchdown.
"All right, people, Jimmy must now be initiated!"
This brought another round of applause. Susie swam over to me and dragged me to the edge of the pool.
"Now, baby, just sit on the edge and spread your legs!"
I did what I was told. Then, every chick in that yard took off her clothes and jumped into the pool. The men all backed off and lined up against the fence. This was the weirdest scene I had ever seen, but even though all these people were staring at me, I still got hard.
"Alright," Susie shouted, "let's show him what we can do out here!"
Then the girls, all naked and wet, formed a line around the edge of the pool. Susie was at the front and she moved slowly towards me. My cock was sticking straight up in the air, and my balls felt like they were going to burst.
Susie swam over between my legs, raised her head and blew warm air on my nuts. Then, she ran her tongue up the underside of my prick, starting from between my balls. When she got to the tip, she put her lips around me and took as much of my length into her mouth as she could. When I was deep in her throat, she bit down gently on the base, then withdrew her mouth and swam away.
As I watched her tight, little ass move beneath the water, I felt another tongue between my balls. I looked down and there was a small, girlish looking blonde girl sucking me off. Her eyes were blue, and she stared up at me while she opened her mouth and took my cock inside. Without thinking, I reached down to her head and patted her. Everyone cheered.
After the little blonde took her suck, another moved in and planted her wet mouth around my throbbing prick. It was amazing that with all these naked babes giving me head that I was still able to hold back from coming. But there was so much of it that it kind of grew interesting more than really exciting. I mean, examining every one of their naked bodies, feeling the different lips around my cock and all didn't give me much time to think about coming.
Finally, the last chick floated there between my legs. She was red haired and I could see her flaming pussy beneath the water shining there like a little flame. She smiled up at me, with pearly white teeth and thick, ruby lips.
"You come inside of me and you've made it."
"All right, honey, just keep after it, okay?"
She nodded as she put her mouth to me. She reached up underneath and took hold of my balls. She moved them back and forth against each other, gently persuading me to shoot my load into that succulent mouth of hers. Her tongue worked like crazy up and down my shaft, poking and stabbing as she traveled.
The rest of the party, with all the nude ladies sitting up on the edge of the pool, were encouraging me to come. My eyes moved back and forth between this redhead's mouth working out on my cock and the people, sitting like a brown, naked cheering section, around the pool.
When I started to come, the roar was mighty. The chick took everything, sucking and writhing her ass beneath the water. She seemed to really dig what she was doing, and when it was over, looked up at me smiling.
"You're something else, baby, something else!"
Everybody gathered around and congratulated me. I had done something special in their book. I had lasted the entire line, something no one else had ever been able to do. Susie was real proud, having brought me and everything, and they were also giving her acclaim.
"He'll be perfect!" She cried out happily, looking over at me as I stood amidst ten naked girls. I didn't know what she meant, or what could have been more strange than what had just taken place. But I was to find out pretty quick. As a matter of fact, they had set the whole scene already and were ready for me. I guess in a way I was putting on a show for these folks, kind of like I was an actor or something.
They all seemed to really dig what I was doing, though, and that made me happy.
Susie came over and got me. She led me across the patio and into a huge room with no furniture. Everyone followed us in there, and no one bothered to put their clothes back on. Then this guy with a beard stood up on a small chair and called the place to order.
"Ladies and gentlemen, perverts and obscene people!"
They all thought that was kind of funny.
"Tonight, as you have just seen, we have the rare opportunity of having with us a real man."
Everyone cheered and looked at me. Susie took my prick into her hand and kind of waved it around the room for everyone to look at.
"Because of this great luck, we feel that a special exhibition of human sexuality is in order ... tonight, fellow satyrs, we shall see our man fuck a sow!!!"
This really brought down the house. I didn't understand what all the fuss was about, but took everything in my stride. Then the group split up, with half of them lining up against one wall and the other half against another. I was left in the middle, with Susie standing by my side.
The guy with the beard brought in a pig. She was a good-looking animal and appeared to be in heat. I began remembering all those warm nights at the ranch when I used to fuck the old pigs. This gave me another hard on, even though I was really beginning to ache. When that happened, everyone once again began cheering. I was glad again that they all found it so great that my prick would rise.
The man brought the sow, with a little bit of trouble, across the room to where I stood. Susie moved away and disappeared. I couldn't see where she went because they now had a spotlight shining down on where I stood. Everyone else was in darkness, everyone, that is, except for that little sow and me.
It was real quiet as I began stroking the animal, giving it some warm feeling towards me and making her trust me. Then, I began playing around with the animals' vagina, pulling apart the small piece of skin which was there and getting a little blood to run down the back of her legs. The tenseness and silence in the room was almost unbearable, but I just went ahead and did what I knew how to do pretty well.
I walked around behind the animal and positioned myself so that my cock was resting against her haunches. The sow was kind of shuffling and squirming, so I grabbed her by the back legs and held her firm. As I inched my way down, I pulled her rear up towards me. This was so I didn't have to squat all the way down and ruin my ability to pump. The more I moved my prick downwards, the quieter it got There was real excitement in that room, and it seemed to come from every square inch of the place.
Finally, I was ready. I glided in easily, spreading the lips of the vagina and feeling all the while like I was home again. Her vagina was a good one, and felt just like a warm woman ... or Susie. I closed my eyes and concentrated real hard as I began pumping. It became a real strain because of the fact that I had come so much already that night. I could feel every muscle in my body pulling and tugging with every thrust. Sweat began pouring down my back and into the crack in my ass. But I kept after it, feeling it come, then pulling back and going at it again.
The people around me, all in darkness, were moving with me. I could feel their sweat and smell the juices flowing from between those chick's legs. It was kind of a mass fuck. Everybody seemed to be getting it on, yet, I was the only one who actually had my prick planted in a vagina.
I screamed when I finally began to come. It had been such a struggle that at times I never thought I would make it. But make it I did, and with a final burst that seemed to take all of my insides with it. I groaned and cried as my come spurted into that almost dry cunt of the animal.
I fell onto the floor and lay there for what seemed like a couple of hours. I was beat, drenched in sweat and felt like I would never fuck again. The lights went on slowly and the people were all standing around just like when the thing began. I could see the girls' thighs, and they were all glistening with juice. I mean, there were more shiny thighs in that groups of naked people then I had ever seen in my entire life. Everyone, during my fuck, had either jacked themself off or had someone else jack them off. A few of the pricks in the crowd were still stiff, and the men were beating themselves off, red with rage I guess at not being able to come with everyone else.
Then a strange thing happened. The people started moving in towards me, with weird looks on their faces. I mean, they looked contorted and the women didn't even look beautiful anymore. I was still on the floor and couldn't move.
"You beast!"
"Devil! Devil!"
"Animal! You're nothing but an animal!!!"
They were all shouting at me, claiming me to be a devil or something. I couldn't understand what was going on, but I was afraid. I mean, there were over a hundred people, all naked and angry at me. At me! And they were the ones who had set the whole thing up, made it happen and cheered when I finally did it. No, there was no way to figure out what was going on or what had gotten into everybody. I just kind of curled up into a ball on that floor and looked for Susie.
But Susie was standing off behind the crowd, fingering herself and kind of getting off on the peoples' anger or something. She had a real strange, far-away look on her face and didn't even see me pleading for help. It was all like some kind of nightmare ... a dream that wouldn't end.
I found myself lying naked and beaten on the floor the next morning. When I realized what had happened, I got real angry. I found my clothes and tried to find somebody I could beat up or something. But the place was completely empty. I mean, there wasn't even the sight of anything that would have indicated someone had been there, let alone some kind of weird mass orgy the night before.
At that moment, I decided to get out. I mean, I realized how I had been used and that something I couldn't understand had happened. I was pretty scared, and really felt kind of weird. I remembered that old sow, and felt bad for her, too. You see, she was used just like me, but they probably wound up killing her instead of just beating her up.
Anyway, at that moment, I decided to go straight. You know, get a job and settle down into some kind of job. Maybe find myself some young girl and get married and have kids and all of that. I didn't care what would happen to me, nothing could have been stranger than that night.
SUMMARY
Jim's story is a typical theme in literature and throughout the world of reality. Exploiting innocence for the perverse pleasure of others has long been a favorite practice and exercise amongst the rich and the perverse. In Jimmy's case, this exploitation brought with it a pseudo-religious catharsis.
The boy had, during his farm days, committed acts of bestiality. For these acts, he held no real moral feelings. To him, in his innocence, making love to a sow was as natural as doing it with another human. As a matter of record, his own explanation of his reasons have been documented by such people as Kinsey and Masters. In fact, they say that accessibility is one of the prime environmental reasons behind the indulgence of bestiality. That is, a boy on a farm, miles from his nearest neighbor, will search out some kind of sexual release ... usually with one of the farm animals. The fact that a sow was used is due, according to Masters, to the fact that a sow's vagina bears much resemblance to that of a human female.
Jimmy's experiences also are due to his own refusal to see why his sudden popularity became a fact in his life. He obviously was well endowed, and Susie latched onto him with only one motive-to eventually lead him into this orgy. Her influence was corrupt and selfish, and she seemed to gain much pleasure from the ensuing acts of violence perpetuated upon Jimmy. But during the entire scene, he never suspected the people engaged of being up to something perverse. As a matter of fact, this story lends a good illustration into perversity and the definition thereof.
Coming from the farm, Jimmy had never considered the act of bestiality a perverted one. The people who staged the exhibition, however, felt that bestiality was the supreme moral outrage. If they hadn't, they would have never staged their violent catharsis at the end of the orgy itself. Thus, Jimmy came from an entirely different moral background which allowed him to perform the act for those people who felt the act to be the work of the 'Devil.' The disparity of moral concern here is the tragedy of Jimmy's story. Hopefully, through better education and less human sexual repression, such variances in attitude might allow people to regard human sexuality within a workable spectrum of acceptability.
CHAPTER THREE
According to the Kinsey findings, acts of bestiality reportedly had a greater chance of occurring in areas of rural farming where animals were in abundance. Most people, when thinking of this sexual phenomenon, consider the corralled pens of sows and dusty stables containing horses. The case of Jill R., however, contradicts these assumptions and proves that acts of bestiality are not confined to only the farms and rural sectors of the populace.
Jill R. is a tall, slim model working in a large West Coast City. She is a beautiful girl, with a striking figure and a soft sensuality which men find irresistible. During our interview, I found her to be sophisticated and well educated. Indeed, her entire upbringing was almost the complete antithesis of that which a farm girl might have had. I thought it necessary to include her statement in this collection because of these factors. Jill was able to see through her own predilections and to discuss her sexually abnormal behavior with much candor and insight. Thus, we have what might be called an analytical confession which, I believe, provides for a greater understanding of that strange sexual act known as bestiality.
The only sexual relations I have had during the last year have been with my pet snake. I suppose this makes me a moral outlaw, or something, but the snake has given me satisfaction and I think that's all one could really ask for. It isn't because I like animals better than humans, or because something about animals turns me on but rather, it's got to do with lack of desire on my part to have any kind of relations with men, or women for that matter. I have no desire to engage in any sexual intimacies with anyone for some period of time; I just feel that my psyche cannot tolerate such a relationship. Instead, I have devoted all my energies to my career, using my snake to provide me with the sexual release we all need.
I was born into a good family here on the West Coast. By the time I was seventeen, I was fully developed and looked more like twenty-one than my real age. This allowed to seek out men who weren't going to high school with me, but were adult businessmen and financially wealthy men from the city. I never enjoyed dating boys my own age, but preferred men who were older, wiser and had been around.
My first sexual experience took place that year during the summer. We lived in a nice, two story house in a suburban residential area. There was a heated swimming pool, a sauna bath and tennis courts right there on our property. I enjoyed the life there and spent much of my time just laying around dreaming of becoming a model.
I used to have the run of that house because my father was always away on business and mother was continually involved with community affairs. So, the days were mine in my little secluded villa during all of that summer. Normally, I spent each day the same. I would awaken about nine-thirty and go downstairs. I wouldn't bother getting dressed, because it made no difference whether or not I was naked.
There was a huge mirror in the living room and after some coffee, I would go in there and do my exercise. I liked my body-it seemed lean and strong to me. My breasts, even though I was tall, were large and kind of moon-shaped. My pubis was dark, but kind of light and not too heavy. I kind of really enjoyed standing in front of that mirror, twisting and accentuating different parts of my body while toning my muscles.
Sometimes, I would get excited and feel the warmth begin to spread throughout my vagina. But I never touched myself there. I guess I was morally concerned with it, and felt that it would damn me for life if I put my fingers inside and whacked myself off.
After those little sessions of self-love, I would go out into the backyard and lay nude in the sun. Everyday, for three months, I sat out in that backyard naked. Needless to say, my tan was complete and there wasn't a mark or strap line on my entire body. I dug that feeling, and was proud of the fact that I was sophisticated enough to sunbathe in the nude without feeling ashamed.
By the time my parents, or at least my mother, would come home, I would be upstairs in my room playing the role of good little teenager. That was quite a summer, and I was living like a recluse. But then the scene changed, and that was the end of my life of leisure in suburbia.
It was a hot, August afternoon and I was, like always, laying naked in the backyard. The sun was beating down on me, and I enjoyed the warm feeling between my legs. The morning had began as usual, and there was no reason to suspect that that day was to be any different than any others.
I heard the doorbell from the house, but as usual, I didn't pay any attention to it. Salesmen, collectors and the usual people combing neighborhoods for a buck would come and go almost once a day. I never answered the door, and usually they would go away after the first knock went unanswered.
But this guy was different. I don't know to this day what brought him around the back, or what made him think he was welcome. But ten minutes after hearing the doorbell, I felt a shadow cross above me, blocking out the sun.
"I'm selling encyclopedias." He said, his voice shooting through me like an electric shock.
He was tall, and really pretty good looking in a rugged way. I mean, he wasn't handsome like those models you see in ads,-but had that kind of look of a man who had been around and seen a little more of life than the shooting studio of some fag photographer.
"I said I was selling something, are you interested?"
I was still in a state of shock, probably more so because someone had invaded my private resort than because I was laying there stark naked in front of this complete stranger.
"You're very pretty ... if not completely shameless."
I could see the bulge rising in his pants. I drew my thighs together, and kind of rested my hand on the triangle between them.
"Would you mind going?" I asked, beginning to get kind of wary of this guy's motivations.
"I think we've got something in common, baby, something we should see through, you know?"
I knew exactly what he was talking about. After all, here I was, naked and open, kind of laying back looking like I was waiting for a fuck. I thought maybe he would rape me, then decided to take the situation into my own hands so that maybe I could avoid any kind of harm.
"Why don't you go swimming?"
He seemed to like that idea. In thirty seconds, he was naked and diving into the pool. His cock was the first one I had ever seen in real life and it really fascinated me. He was hard and erect, and when he walked towards the pool, the thing kind of bounced around like a pole. As I watched him dive into the pool, I was becoming more and more turned on while at the same time becoming really repulsed.
While he was swimming around, I got up and sat down on the edge of the pool, dangling my legs in the water. I have to admit, the guy looked pretty good swimming around naked like that. And the more I watched him, the less afraid I became.
He surfaced just where I was sitting. He wore a big, dirty grin on his face and seemed to be really enjoying himself. He put his hands on my knees and began moving them up towards my cunt. I just sat there, unable to move. It was kind of a good feeling, and it was the first time a man had ever touched me.
"You're beautiful, little one, very beautiful!"
Then he pulled my knees apart and stared right up my crack. He moved his head up between them, and put his mouth to my vagina. I began squirming, finding the touch of his lips almost unbearable. He persisted, and drove his tongue up between my lips and deep inside me. I was getting very wet there, and drew my legs around his head-kind of clamping him between my thighs.
I found myself laying back on the cement, with my legs dangling over the edge and spread very far apart. He was really getting to me, driving his tongue deep inside and licking up my juices. I was so dizzy with excitement that I could barely keep myself conscious.
Then, he stopped and hauled himself up on the coping.
"Now, it's your turn, baby."
I opened my eyes and saw his huge, hard prick standing there right in front of my face.
I cried out, but he forced my lips apart and managed to get that prick between them. He began pumping into my mouth, each time working his way deeper and deeper inside my mouth. I was gagging and trying desperately to find something to hold onto. The only thing around was him, and the more I grabbed him the hotter he got. Then, he came.
The hot, white stuff shot like a rocket into my mouth. It went deep into my throat and I tried to swallow the stuff just so I wouldn't choke to death. It was an incredible, nightmarish scene and the sun seemed to spin around in the sky as he worked and grunted his way to relief. "Jill!!!"
It was mother. She was standing on the other side of the pool, angry and unbelievingly looking at me giving this total stranger a blow job. The guy got pretty scared and ran, naked, out of the backyard. My mother walked across the patio and stood over me, fuming.
"How could you, you little slut!"
Laying naked, and with semen dripping out of the corners of my mouth, there was no way in the world I could have explained myself. I begged her to leave me alone so that I could get decent and then we would talk. She wanted out as much as I did and promptly agreed to my offer. That was the last time I ever saw my mother.
After she had stormed inside the house, I managed to get up to my room, throw together some clothes, and sneak out the back way. I caught a bus a few minutes later and by twelve o'clock that night I was pulling into downtown Los Angeles.
L.A. at midnight is a pretty strange town. I guess it's because no one really lives downtown but in the suburbs. When I got off the bus, there were a few old men kind of hanging around the terminal, sleeping in the television chairs or just talking and exchanging cigarettes. I really felt alone, and pretty lost. But I knew I couldn't go back home, and there was no way I could ever face my mother again. It's not the greatest thing in the world for a mother to see her daughter sucking off some guy in her own backyard. I mean, I certainly could never be her sweet little girl again. There was no way.
I decided to make my way to Hollywood and see if anything was happening. On the way over there, I wound up on Santa Monica and near a row of bookshops and nudie bars. One bar, called the "Scene" advertised a man and a woman making love, 'naked and on our stage.' I peeked in through the curtain and saw a naked man and woman embracing each other on the dark stage. I couldn't tell what they were doing, but it seemed possible that they were making love. I couldn't believe it, I mean, right there on a stage in front of everybody!
Well, at that time, I thought of myself as a pretty low woman. I had broken through, disgraced myself and there was nowhere left for me to go. So, with my fallen grace tucked neatly in my hand, I went into the club to look for a job.
The room was dark, and it was difficult to see anyone. Finally, my eyes adjusted and I could see the crowd of men sitting around, drinking and watching the couple on the stage. The man was blond and built like a horse. I mean, he had a penis that was twice the size of the guy I had blown just that afternoon. The chick was really weak looking, and I wondered how she could have been appealing. She had really small breasts and a small ass. There were wrinkles on her body, and her claim to fame seemed to be the fact that she was giving this guy a good blow job.
"May I help you?" the chick was short, blonde and wore nothing above the waist. I have to admit, she did have beautiful breasts, large and really firm.
"I'm looking for work", I replied, "could I see someone about it?"
She kind of looked me up and down, smiling strangely and appraising me. "Yeah, I guess you'll bring in the business, all right."
She led me back through the tables to a well-lit room at the end of a hallway. Inside, a young guy with long hair sat behind a desk working with figures on a piece of paper.
"Larry, this girl wants to talk with you about employment opportunity."
Larry didn't say much, but just sat there and looked me up and down. "Take off your clothes."
I knew that was coming. So, I tried my best to look the part. I wriggled out of my sweater, then slipped off my jeans and stood in bra and panties.
"All of them."
I stared into his eyes, trying to look sexy, and slipped off my bra. Then, I slid my panties down over my hips and stepped out of them. Naked and feeling kind of excited while the chick and Larry both watched, I turned around, letting them see all of my body.
"Very, very nice. Do you have any moral misgivings about the kind of work you'll be doing?"
"No, none whatsoever."
"We'll see about that..." Said Larry, standing up and unzipping his pants. He pulled his cock out and the blonde chick took the long shaft into her hands and began working it to an erection. When he was hard, he told me to lay down on the floor. I did that, and he straddled me, putting his legs on either side of my head. He directed his prick to my mouth and I took the organ inside.
All this time, the chick was watching. Larry pushed and groaned as he pumped inside my mouth. I just kind of lay there, not moving but kind of letting him do all the work. He came really quickly, and I took his stuff easily and without too much bad feeling. I suppose I was getting used to it. I mean, in one day I had blown two different guys and was kind of finding it a pleasurable pastime.
"Yeah ... what's your name, baby?" Asked Larry, standing up and pulling in his prick.
"Jill ... just Jill" I said, pulling back on my clothing.
"Well, Jill, you make it very well. Starting tomorrow, you've got a job. Be here at nine, you'll finish at two. The pay will be three hundred a week plus half your tips, okay?"
I couldn't believe it. That was a lot of money for me and I knew I could really make it on that kind of earnings. Larry gave me another fifty, probably because I had blown him, and sent me out to get myself set up in one of those weekly apartments.
The next night at nine o'clock, I arrived at "The Scene" for my show business debut. The club was crowded, and there was the sound of drinking and talking amongst the patrons. I was led to the back dressing room where I was given a pink nightgown that was pretty sheer. I took off my clothes, donned the nightie and made my way to the stage. I was supposed to go on first, and then Kurt, the blond guy from the night before, would come on after I had danced one number.
When I arrived on the stage, there was a round of applause. Some of the men whistled, others let out yells of approval. I felt pretty good, and began to get into dancing and digging on the fact that the men liked looking at me.
During the middle of the number, I slipped easily out of my nightie. My body felt good, and the fact that I had a tan all over really seemed to make things right. I danced slowly and moved my cunt in and out, letting the men beneath me see my crack. They seemed to dig it, I suppose, because it wasn't a worn crack. I mean, the lips down there were still strong and tight, and any man could have really split me by entering me there.
The number was over and I stood on the stage naked. Kurt walked on wearing just a pair of levis. No one had told me what to do or how to go about it, so I decided to give it the best I knew. The music started and Kurt took me in his arms and began kissing me hard on the mouth. He was pressing up against me and I could feel his cock bulging beneath his jeans. I began kissing him all over, on his neck, his chest and working my way down the middle of his stomach. I got to his navel and stabbed at it with my tongue.
I took the zipper of his jeans into my teeth and pulled it down. I put my mouth to the opening and dug inside with my tongue, trying to bring out his snake, finally, I captured the prize and gently holding it between my teeth, I pulled his penis out. The crowd really loved this, and they cheered loudly.
With Kurt's prick between my teeth, it wasn't hard to wrap my lips entirely around his organ. I blew him for the rest of the number, and the stage became very hot.
During the break between songs, Kurt told me that I had the best body he had ever worked with. That made me feel good and I returned the compliment. It didn't seem like a bad way to make a living, and I was beginning to enjoy sex.
After a few more numbers where Kurt and I played around, him eating me out and feeling me up while I blew him again and licked his large, pendulous balls, we reached the finale. I lay down in the center of the floor, spreading my legs and begging Kurt to put that thing inside.
He hovered over me for a second, then drove his meat up inside my wet cunt. I screamed when the huge mass entered my virgin cunt, and even a little blood ran down my inner thighs.
"Oh, Kurt, easy . .. please ... just a little easier!"
He was only halfway inside, but it felt like all of me would split wide open. The crowd cheered and encouraged us on to the ultimate orgasm. "Okay, baby" I told him, barely able to speak, "put a little more in ... there ... easy ...oooohh!!!"
Now, he was all the way and he began pumping easily. The guy was a good fuck. Not just because of his size but because he could really move nicely. With each stroke, my vagina seemed to explode. I began working up against him and seen his balls were slapping noisily against my ass. I reached up around him and stuck my finger in his asshole. He seemed to tighten up so I just left my finger there without moving it.
By this time, the crowd was clapping with the rhythm of our fucking. Stroking and screwing into each other we didn't even know the crowd was there. Our bodies were dripping with sweat, and we were actually squeaking together as Kurt drove and drove inside.
I felt his cock begin to pulse, like there was a machine inside that had just been turned on. He began grunting and groaning, and as he shot his heavy load up into my belly, I pulled my finger from his asshole. This really got him off and really got the audience off. We came together, or at least I faked mine, for a good two minutes. When it was all over, and we lay together sweating and limp, the men in the bar all stood up and gave us a standing ovation.
Larry ran onto the stage and said that our scene had been the best one anybody had ever seen, anywhere. The men agreed. And then Larry told them to tell their friends and spread the word that 'Jill had come to town!' I guess because of the performance I had turned in that night, I was on my way. I felt good about it, mainly because I wanted to be really corrupt and define myself as my mother had. I was a slut, and it made me feel good to know that I was becoming a success at my chosen trade. I think had I failed at that, there would have had to have been some real drastic measures taken. But as it stood, after that night, I was becoming what I envisioned myself to be. And I was good at it-good enough to bring down the house at 'The Scene' that night when I lost my virginity.
As time went on, every other club in L.A. started doing the same thing that Larry was. I mean, there must have been over thirty of them in the area, and the competition started hurting. The customers would come and see me, and even if they thought I was great, they would have to go see how the others were. The odds against us staying in business until these guys made the rounds were pretty bad. Also, there was the problem with hard ons. It seemed pretty funny, but actually, it became a real hazard to business. I think it was a Friday night late in September when the lightning first struck.
I was out on the stage, doing my bit with my nightgown. When I was naked, I lay down on the mattress, spread my thighs towards the audience and waited for Kurt. As usual, my cunt was soaked and writhing. Like everything else, good sex always took good timing, and they seemed to go hand in hand. While the crowd cheered, Kurt walked out wearing his levis. I did my usual bit, sliding up his leg and dragging his zipper down with my teeth. But instead of his hard, stiff prick popping out, Kurt just stood above me with a limp fandango.
I tried everything I knew to get that thing to stand up, but nothing worked. I sucked and bit, pulled and tugged, but he wasn't responding. Actually, I couldn't blame him. After two solid months, coming at least twice a night and sometimes even more, it was amazing that he had even lasted this long.
But the men in the crowd didn't like this one bit. Actually they were pretty good-humored about it and kept yelling out things to the effect that Kurt was big, but it didn't do him any good. Finally, this guy jumped onto the stage. He was blasted and was pulling his pants down as he made it towards us. Kurt left the stage and let me handle the guy alone. When the dude finally got his prick out, and had the hard rod pointed towards the audience, I realized I must do something quite different than what had been done before. Actually, I used the guy like I would have Kurt and gave him a great blow job. I sucked on that guy's prick until both of us were drenched with sweat and begging for mercy. When he finally came, I thought the whole building would collapse with the roar. Men were actually standing on the tables, cheering and waving their drinks. I thought the whole thing was kind of fun, and didn't even notice the police until they were pulling me bodily off the stage.
They got Larry for conducting lewd entertainment. We were closed down for a couple of weeks. This was the time Larry came up with the idea of the snake.
It was late at night when I got the call from Larry. He invited me over to his house to 'show me something special.' I knew that he always wanted to ball me, and was always calling me up and asking if I didn't want to have a little roll in the hay with him. It was kind of a running joke with us, and I usually either balled him or give him a blow job a couple of times a week. But this was different. Those kinds of things were always out in the open between us, and there was no reason to change that.
When I got to his small house in the Hollywood Hills, Larry was grinning and talking excitedly. He told me that he had finally come up with the 'game' that would make us all millionaires. His enthusiasm was catching, and by the time we made our way back into the den, I, too, was getting it on.
Then I saw it. It was a small cobra snake, black and gold, laying curled up in a box. My first reaction was utter fascination combined with disgust.
"You and the snake, Jill, it'll make us a fortune!!!"
I asked him if they didn't do that kind of thing in Tijuana. He told me that they did, but that here in America it hadn't really been seen.
"Take off your clothes, Jill, and get to know Elmer."
At that moment, I knew I had to make a decision. My life was hanging by a single thread. What I had done before, on the stage and in public view, was forgivable and exciting. In this day and age, none would have thought it immoral or wrong. But the snake represented a new step, a further move towards some kind of dangerous place which I neither understood or ever even thought of going to. It was like the final link towards my own complete demise or something. Then, along with these considerations, there was also my own instincts working on me. At once, I wanted to feel the slimy, smooth skin of that snake moving along my naked body. I thought that would be some kind of real thrill. And again, at the same time, the idea of it seemed kind of revolting. I was in a complete bind, moving back and forth and unable to move one way or the other.
"You can either leave or stay, Jill," Larry said, sensing my trouble, "but if you stay, the snake also stays. It's the only way."
He was serious. The legal fees and everything else that had gone wrong had made our lives, or all of us connected with the club, quite shaky. I knew he had no choice but to ask me to do this, and I knew that if I refused, I would have to leave. Working with Larry in the club, I had found a security which I had never known, even while living at home with my parents, and that was important to me. I didn't want to go out there and start all over again, it would have been too scary for me at that time.
"Okay," I said, slowly removing my clothes, "bring on Elmer."
I was naked and lying on the floor. Larry placed the snake on my stomach, letting it rest there and find its own way.
"Don't worry about poisons, it's been de-ven-omized."
I told him I was glad he told me that, and we both laughed. I watched in fascination as the snake began uncoiling and moving its head down my belly. Larry later told me that the reptile sensed the warmth and moisture between my thighs and was naturally drawn to that area. I spread my legs and let the slimy head make its way down between them.
The snake reached my pubis and kept moving. Almost instinctively, the snake began slithering along my crack, the weight of it opening me as it moved closer and closer. Finally, he dipped his head between my legs and I closed my thighs easily against him. The harder I pushed together, the further into my cunt his head was pushed. I writhed and moved my thighs back and forth, each time pushing the skin further and further inside. The feeling was fantastic! My cunt was soaking wet and I felt like I was going to come a thousand times. When I reached down between my legs and really pushed the head up into me, I did come ... and come ... and come ...
After my session, Larry put the snake back into the box and closed the lid. We turned the lights out and just sat around the box for an hour. Larry had been really turned on by the scene and was hard as a rock.
"Do me, Jill, I feel like I'm going to explode!"
"Was it really that good?" I asked him, opening his pants and wriggling his cock out into the night air.
"The best damn thing I've ever seen. I think we're not going into the club, though. It's too good. We'll work private affairs, you know, stags, Hollywood parties and that kind of thing. It'll be the hottest underground trip going."
He was talking a mile a minute while I took his prick into my mouth and began sucking the hot rod off.
"And Jill," he said, breathing heavily while pumping himself deeper and deeper into my mouth, "it could work out for you."
I lifted my head off his staff and asked him how. He smiled down at me, resting his prick against my chin.
"Lot's of people in this town, important ones, going to dig on you and that snake, baby, lots of em.
He pushed my head back down onto his prick. He throbbed immediately and spurted his white, warm semen strongly into my mouth. I swallowed it, then licked his balls and prick clean. We were both pretty close that night. I suppose because we both knew we had something going that was going to give us a real rise.
Later in the week, I took the snake home with me. I began to really enjoy practicing my act with it. Being alone and naked, I would let the snake crawl all over my body. We seemed to get to know each other, and the snake would even bury its head in my cunt, wriggling and crawling up between my lips. The feeling of having that long, lean body snuggle up into my vagina was incredible. It was by far the best sexual feeling I had ever had. And besides everything else, that damn snake never came! He could go on for hours, or at least as long as it took me to have an orgasm. It was kind of like my own, permanent and live dildo. I could use him whenever the mood came over me and he never tired or got soft.
Then one night, as a matter of fact the night before my first job with the snake, a strange thing happened. It was late at night and I was lying on the bed with Elmer. He had been crawling around between my thighs, and I had put his head inside me. By moving my thighs back and forth, working him farther and farther inside, I came. I decided after that to try something different. I figured that just spreading my legs and putting the snake up inside my cunt wouldn't take very well. There just wasn't enough showmanship to it.
So I took his head and wrapped my lips around it This, I thought, would be a good preamble to my act Giving a snake a real head and job and all that would be a good touch. I was practicing sucking on his head when I caught sight of his eyes. All of this time, I had never really looked into that snake's eyes. Now, in the dim light of my bedroom, his pearly black pins were staring up at me. A sudden chill shot through me, starting between my legs and kind of moving back along my ass and then up my spine.
It was like looking into the beginnings of time. There was a strange light in those eyes, a barbaric knowledge of things before man ever came onto the planet. I felt as though I had traveled through time, had come back to know the secrets of something which I couldn't even begin to describe. That night, I spent every minute of every hour staring at that snake. When the sun finally came up, I snapped out of my trance and found myself sitting naked on my bed, holding the snake's head firmly in my hands and staring into his eyes. It was the most remarkable night I had ever spent in my entire life.
That evening, Larry picked me up and took me to a very large home near the beach. As we arrived, we were greeted by a small man in a dark robe, the kind they used to wear in London. He was strange-kind of bitter sounding and not too warm.
Inside, there were about fifteen people standing around a small altar set in the middle of the living room. They, too, wore robes and did not speak. Instead, they chanted strange words I could not understand. I tried looking underneath the hoods of the robes to see if I could recognize anyone. I had heard stories about Hollywood people doing things like this and wanted to know for myself. But the room was so dark and the people so well covered that it would have been impossible to see anyone's face.
What happened after that was really not too much different than my stage act. I got onto the altar, took out Elmer, and began sucking on his head. Naked and straddling his head, I pushed him up inside me. That brought a good reaction from the people. They seemed to dig what I was doing, and during the act kept chanting their strange invocations.
Larry and I got paid a thousand dollars for that performance. We worked almost three times a week for the next couple of months. Night after night, I began to grow with Elmer, knowing his likes and dislikes and enjoying his touch more and more. I suppose my exposure to such weird happenings all the time drove me away from seeing people. I had no desire anymore to be with anyone at all. Elmer, my snake, became more than enough for me.
One of the men who had seen me perform in a private date with Elmer then offered me a job as a fashion model if I would do my act just for him once a month. This was the best thing that could have happened. Now, I wouldn't have to exploit my love in front of those people any longer. Elmer and I would make money and be able to live quietly together without having to earn our money giving everyone the pleasure of watching our sex. This is how I have been living, now, for the last few years. As I see it, there's no reason to change. I have met no man who could satisfy me as much as Elmer, and the people to whom I have been introduced seem too hypocritical for me to tolerate. I have found my own, personal secret and I have found peace of mind. Whatever else I need, I have yet to discover.
SUMMARY
Jill R. is, indeed, a strange and intelligent girl who allowed herself to see the most sordid aspects of life and love. It is most important to go back to her beginning in attempting to determine why or how she arrived at the strange lifestyle which she maintains today.
In her childhood, or during the days when she sunbathed in the nude, Jill herself realized that her activities would have been appalling to her parents. Obviously, they considered her to be like most parents will, a perfect and innocent child. The arrival of the salesman, and Jill's immediate response to him, shows something of a definite lack of formal sexual education on her part. The fact, also, that she never masturbated or touched herself 'down there' indicates something of a lack of sexual curiosity on her part. All indications seem to lead us to the conclusion that somewhere in her past she became deeply repressed in a sexual manner. So repressed was Jill, in fact, that she immediately substituted her own mother's accusation towards her upon discovering her in the act of fellatio as a 'reality' of her own position in life. Thus, she went into a life reserved for 'those' people who have fallen.
In fact, it might be quite reasonable to assume that Jill was laden with guilt feelings dating back to that day in the backyard. Her whole life, her every action and response to what she was doing reflects her own disdain which she held for herself. She wanted to prove that she was really 'the slut' that her mother had called her.
By traveling the road she did, Jill managed to find 'something' which gave her more of a perspective and a real chance for pulling herself out from underneath her own, mother induced self-image. The snake provided her with many things above and beyond the sexual gratification.
The snake supplied Jill with an alienated and non-judgmental force in her life. The animal gave her a chance to think without labeling herself in society's terms. This was best expressed during her night with the snake when she 'traveled backwards in time'. Thus, the love which grew was a love that resulted from Jill's need to avoid her own, stifling guilt feelings. She does not want to drown within them, and is basically using the snake as a catharsis element in her own life. The simplistic, uncomplicated nature of the reptile allows her to adjudge her own actions and her own psyche in a new light.
The chance that in some future time Jill will lead a normal life is, to this writer, very good. She has moved fast and seems to be continually questioning herself and the world around her. If she is able to accept her own act of bestiality then she will have made the leap from guilt suffocation to positive, life involving attitudes.
CHAPTER FOUR
In the first three cases examined in this volume, we have seen a re-occurring theme exhibit itself in cases of bestiality. That theme relegates the practitioners to poverty, finding their activities with animals primarily motivated by the need for money. Whatever else developed between the people and the animal, spirituality, affection, etc., was only after the fact. In this case, however, we examine the record of a very wealthy man living in the hills of Southern California. His statement is presented as an insight into a purely motivated case of bestiality where other factors, like the need for money, do not enter.
Mr. Karl M.'s record of his activities were discovered in the basement of his huge mansion at a time when a construction company was demolishing the house to make room for a shopping center. One worker, having run across the document, held onto it for some time. When I advertised for case histories of people having had relations with animals, this worker answered my plea.
I since have edited out some of this remarkable document. None of my strikes, however, have been made for reasons of censorship, but only to eliminate the irrelevant bulk of material so that this document of one man's life could be presented here.
I am writing this document solely for the protection of my family. That is, that they might understand my strange behavior over the last few years if someone should ever discover it. You see, I have led two, separate lives now for fifteen years. I have come to believe in the Werewolf, and have seen the incarnation of that myth within myself. These writings were made only during the daylight hours because it is only when the sun shines that I am able to function as a somewhat normal human being.
My story begins the night my wife, Elizabeth, left me for another man. On that evening, I turned into another person, feeling forces overwhelm me which I had never even suspected existed within me. From that evening on, everything I did I was to do alone ... without benefit of another human being to either restrict or praise my behavior.
The wind was blowing with an intense heat that evening, and I'm sure this affected me. I had heard stories of men changing into baser type beings during the high riding Santa Ana winds, and I was to feel this affect first hand. After my wife had left the house, I roamed throughout its cavernous rooms, wailing and feeling the surge grow within me. I wandered out into the back where the trees and bushes grew wild and where we kept our German shepherds. Those dogs had become our pride and joy during the last few months of our marriage. They were big and black and beautiful. When they ran, it was like a natural force unleashed across the countryside. There were two of them, one male and one female. Kurt and Britt we called them, allowing them to retain their German background and establish a human characteristic.
I stood over Britt's cage for over an hour, staring into her small, private world. Then, with the rash of a sudden impulse, I threw off my clothes. I took my cock into my hands and began stretching that organ out into a full erection. The wind continued to wail, and with each stroke I began to feel myself move with it. What had been building inside me since the moment I had discovered my wife's move now began to swell in torrents of desire and pure animal feeling. As I beat myself off, I howled towards the sky, now getting down on all fours and even trying to plant my prick into the soft dirt. As I found myself in this position, I looked up and noticed Britt staring quite wide-eyed at me. There was a softness in her look, a kind of invitation, which she silently passed on to me.
As I opened the gate and walked into her pen I began to realize that I had been forced into another world. The stage upon which the human being enacted his or her desire and sensuality was no longer to be mine. I had been thrust from that core and out into the world of the animal. From now on, I thought, it will make no difference from what or whom I derive my pleasure. Because, without the love of my wife, there was no longer any difference and there was no longer any reason to confine myself.
That night, as I lay next to my German shepherd, I began thinking in totally new directions. As I pulled open her vagina and inserted my penis up inside her, I knew that life for me was to be a totally new and different thing. We made love that evening, I humping the dog from the rear and ejaculating my semen into her with a force I had yet to know from myself. It was an experience which totally satisfied me, and allowed me to vent those feelings of rage and hopelessness which ran throughout me.
As I walked back to the house, leaving the dog outside, I began making plans. I decided that I would turn this old, rambling estate into a center for those people afflicted with strange sexual desire. With my private wealth, plus the privacy of my land, I was sure there would be plenty of people to populate my little country. Also, since fucking my dog, I had developed an intense desire to be with a human female. I have always enjoyed women, and knew that there were plenty around who would gladly pay the price to live on my estate.
I began running advertisements in the local papers. They were very discreet and directed to 'females only'. Within two hours of the paper hitting the stand, I received my first reply. It was late in the afternoon when the phone rang. With great anticipation, I ran into the house and picked up the receiver.
Her voice was soft and mellow. She seemed very young and I wondered if maybe it wasn't a set-up. But then I figured that with the amount of people I knew in high places, any kind of charge could be handled with no problem.
I told Lisa, that was her name, to come over that evening and we could talk. She was agreeable to that and the time was set for eight o'clock that night.
For the rest of the day I paced the large living room, afraid to get involved with Britt before the arrival of Lisa. I wanted everything to be handled with the utmost discretion, thus giving myself the greatest possible chance of success.
At precisely eight o'clock, the doorbell rang. Standing in the doorway was the most beautiful young blonde I had ever seen. She had hair that flowed down across her shoulders and more than halfway to her waist. Her eyes were clear blue, reflecting everything around her. And her body-well, I had always enjoyed the female body and had seen many during my lifetime, but Lisa's body looked to be the finest anywhere. She wore a tight sweater with no bra underneath and her breasts stood large and firm beneath. The low cut pants flared as did her hips from the depths of a very small waist The complete picture of perfection which stood before me were the longest, lean legs possible - the kind of limbs that looked capable of pulling man or beast between them.
After introducing ourselves, I led this nubile young nymph into the parlor where we could sit and talk. She seemed fascinated by my estate, and made very intelligent comments concerning pieces of furniture and their stylistic origins as we walked. Once inside the parlor, I closed the doors and offered her a drink. We sat across from each other, drinking Sherry and trying to fumble our way across that most dangerous of abysses.
"I normally don't do this kind of thing, but your ad sounded very reasonable."
I told her that I was a very reasonable fellow, and able to make any activities within my house more than worthwhile for her. She asked me openly and specifically what it was that I wanted her to do. I couldn't tell her that I wanted to watch her perform orally on a dog or allow the dog to fuck her. Not at this moment anyway.
"I'm not a whore." she said, getting up from her chair and seating herself next to me, "but I also am not a loser. I mean, there's no way you'll find me on the streets begging for change."
I told her that that would never be necessary for her again. But while I spoke, Lisa's finely sculptured hand was sliding gracefully up my thigh. I could feel the heat of her penetrating through my slacks. She reached the edge of my balls and stopped. Her fingers moved just slightly against them, making my ever expanding cock twitch.
"I like you, Karl, and want to make you happy. You and I both know what goes on here, and we could make each other very happy if we accept what's happening."
She was an intelligent girl, and that made me sigh with relief. I realized at that moment that we would have a long, satisfying relationship together ... one that would not break down over stupid matters. I also realized, at the very same moment, that she knew what to do with a man.
She had both my balls, flaming and swollen beneath my slacks, in the palm of her hand and was moving them ... one against the other. Then she moved her hand slowly up the back ridge of my prick, just touching lightly enough to make her presence known but without actually jacking me off.
"Does that feel nice?" She asked, pinching the swollen tip and moving her fingers around its circumference.
"Beautiful" I replied. Then I took her to me. Our lips met and her mouth opened widely. Our tongues clashed and stabbed as we moved back and forth between our mouths. She sucked on my tongue, then, pulled it back into her mouth. As we kissed, I could feel her entire body heating up and moving around on the couch. She brought up her knee and moved it across my thigh until it was planted firmly against my cock and balls.
She moaned loudly as I drew my hand up underneath her sweater. Her breasts were large and the nipples were well-formed and quite strong. I tweaked the buds slowly, building the momentum of my movements as we went along. She cried as I put my mouth to her, sucking on those firm, red nipples as though I were just a baby. She pulled my head closely to her breasts, making me push all the way against them.
"Oh, God, Karl... harder! Harder!"
Then I moved down between her tits, following that line which runs from the vaginal crack all the way up the front of the body. She moved easily beneath me, laying back on the couch and watching me as I moved down towards her pearl. When I reached the top of her pants, I could already feel the heat coming from between her legs. It was like a glowing fire waiting for me down there, and I couldn't wait until my tongue was stabbing and licking at those golden juices.
"Eat me, baby, eat it all...!"
I struggled with her zipper, then slid the pants over her hips. She had a tan line stretching across her belly just above the golden line of her pubis. That difference in skin color seemed to present her fine cunt hairs as a golden shrine.
As I pulled her pants the rest of the way off, Lisa struggled with her sweater. Now, she lay naked before me, rubbing her strong thighs together and begging me into her with her crystal clear eyes.
"Let's do everything ..." She panted, moving her thighs apart and stretching her cunt towards me.
I reached down and pulled the soft, moist skin of her lips apart. She looked young, very smooth and soft I wanted to be gentle with her ... to match the beauty of what I saw before me. I put my mouth to her, and she cried out in pleasure.
I found the clit and began stabbing it with my tongue. The juices were pouring from within her, and the warmth seemed to grow in intensity with every stroke of my tongue. She pulled her legs up, and closed her thighs around my head, almost trying to pull me inside her cunt. I would have gone had space permitted. "Turn around, Karl, hurry!"
I managed to adjust myself so that my groin was now at her face. Frantically, she tore at my slacks and pulled out my prick. As I dove into her wide open depths, Lisa took my cock into her mouth and began sucking with a matched energy for what I was doing to her.
Her vagina began to pulsate. I grabbed her from behind and pulled her close to me, holding onto her and driving myself deeper and deeper inside.
"Ohhhh!!! ... please ... oh, God, it feels good ... don't stop! Please, oh yes, stop ... oh, no, don't stop!!!"
She moved like a storm was being unleashed between her thighs. Then, I came. We both shuddered at each others' sex while I shot my liquid into her sweet mouth and she writhed and pulsated at mine.
We spent the next hour laying in the same position and playing with each others' genitals. I was fascinated with her cunt and she seemed quite taken with my cock. It wasn't a special cock, just a .plain old penis, but she refused to stop playing with it and examining it. Finally, she spoke and the words were exactly what I had wanted to hear.
"I've never had it so good, Karl, from anyone. If you don't mind, I think I'll stay on here."
The next day, Lisa and I began what came to be a ritual between us. Because of my strange feelings towards life and my new way, we slept in separate bedrooms. When we awoke in the morning, we did not see each other at all. I spent the day doing historical research in my study while she played around the estate. Once, as I was gazing out the window towards the pool, I saw her laying naked in the sunshine. Her legs were spread wide towards the warmth of the sun and she seemed totally content. She would spend days upon days basking nude out there, occasionally getting up to go swimming then returning to her place on the deck.
But as the days went smoothly in this manner, the nights evolved into something entirely different. It was then that the strange moods began flooding my mind and I changed from what might be called a quiet intellectual into a raging madman. It was when the sun set that those deepest, darkest desires rising from the archaic past beset me upon the strange and uncommon roads of sexuality.
Lisa had taken to the dogs with great enthusiasm. She would let them out of their cages during the daylight hours and romp naked across the lawn with them. As I watched her activities from my window, though, I saw no indication of physical contact other than petting. I decided that I would not force the situation, but rather, let the relationship between her and the animals take its own course. This, I discovered later, had been a wise choice on my part.
After about two weeks with this beautiful young nymph, the tide began turning in the direction I had originally desired. One night, after dinner and viewing a film which I ran in my private projection room, Lisa and I wandered out into the back yard. She was wearing a see-through gown which revealed her breasts and the light shadow between her thighs. As usual, I was very aroused and ready for our usual nightly activities.
"Are you glad you stayed?" I asked her, leading her ever closer to the animal's cage.
"I've never been happier. I mean that" She replied, skipping across the grass with grace and youthful vigor.
I took her into my arms and kissed her hard on the mouth. She thrust her belly up against me and began to writhe beneath her gown. I could feel the warm flesh of thighs pressing, and the lift of her breasts pushing against my chest My hand moved down to the bottom 'of her gown where I. began lifting the garment very slowly up her legs. Finally, I brought the material up above her cunt. I grabbed the tight, little cheeks of her ass, spreading them at the bottom and reaching underneath for just a taste of her firm, young lips.
"Oooo ... that feels so nice ... but I can't tonight."
"Why not?" I asked, stupidly.
"Oh, Karl, sometimes you just act so dumb. It's that time of month!"
I must have looked disappointed because she immediately threw off her gown and presented her young, naked body to me.
"That doesn't mean we can't have some fun, though."
Lisa lay down on the grass in front of me, in a position of worship, and spread her legs.
"Please, allow me to please you. I want to do it to you."
I stood very still while she played with my zipper. Finally she had my pants down around my knees. I was growing stiffer with each minute as she stroked and cupped my prick and balls.
"I love it ... it's the most beautiful one I've ever seen." Then, right there in the backyard, she took my cock into her mouth. Her tongue worked over the length while she bit just slightly on the staff. With her hand, she reached up and around me, placing her finger up my anus. I felt my entire body begin to tremble as she sucked hard on my organ, pulling the long length all the way into her throat. As I came, shooting my load deep inside her, she pulled her finger from my ass.
When it was all over, and Lisa knelt beneath me licking my cock and balls dry, I told her that it had been the best I had ever known. She was very happy about this. But, along with that, she made mention of the fact that she was very tired and wanted to turn in for the night. I had forgotten about my plans and told her that it would be okay. As she walked naked back into the house, I realized that the remainder of the evening would be spent without her, and without any hope for the dogs. I was deeply depressed as I went up to my room and fell asleep.
But then a very strange thing happened. I awoke from a very disturbed sleep and went out into the backyard without even bothering to dress. I was naked as I let Kurt and Britt from their cages. Down on all fours, I crawled around the lawn with the dogs, howling and barking with them. I cannot really remember if I had been asleep, or if it had been a state of half-consciousness. All I do know is that the incident actually had taken place.
I awoke staring at the feet of Lisa. My eyes traveled up the length of her naked body. Her eyes showed confusion and even something akin to fear.
"What are you doing, Karl?" She asked.
I could not answer her, but sat very quietly at her feet. Finally, thinking that she could reach me, she knelt down beside me. We sat there, staring at each other, until Kurt crawled over.
Lisa was sitting on her haunches so that her legs were spread and her vagina was in clear view. She was a very immodest girl, and seemed to take great delight in exposing herself whenever possible. While we sat, Kurt had made his way up between her legs and was sniffing her out. Neither of us had really noticed this, so taken were we with our presence out there on that strange evening.
"Oh my God!" She cried. The dog was licking her cunt, practically pushing her over on her back with the force of his tongue.
"Get him out, Karl, please!" Lisa seemed unable to move, and allowed the big dog to lap up her cunt juices as he wished.
"Let him alone, Lisa, I think you'll enjoy it" It was at that point that the young girl realized my strange likes. Her eyes questioned me for a moment, then turned back to the big, black dog eating her out.
"Is it that important to you, Karl?"
"Yes" I replied, "It is."
"All right, then, I'll do it."
It had been easier than I had envisioned. Lisa threw herself backwards and pulled the dog's head up between her legs. She spread herself for his hungry tongue and watched with incredulous fascination as he plunged ever deeper inside her.
"It feels good ... better than I could have imagined."
Her voice was becoming laden with breath, as though she were breathing the words out instead of speaking them. I watched in total fascination as the dog grew more and more intense in his actions. Lisa was beginning to love, and was now throwing her legs up and about the animal's head, pulling him ever closer to her flaming cunt.
"Oh, God, you beast!" She cried, "lick me, suck me, bite me!!!"
Without me having to say anything more, Lisa pulled the dog's head from between her legs. She twisted herself around and went underneath the animal. There, hanging in black majesty, was his prick. She stared at the organ for a few seconds than began pulling and stroking it. It grew quickly, and was extremely large. The little knob in the center along the shaft seemed to give her great pleasure as she molded it with her hands.
The dog stood very still as she took his prick into her mouth. She licked at the head and sucked very hard on it. The dog began pumping her mouth, and Lisa withdrew. She turned herself around underneath him, threw her legs around his back, and guided his cock towards her teeming vagina.
"C'mon doggy, fuck me ... fuck me real good and sweet!"
With great professionalism, Lisa drew the animal's prick up inside her. The dog grabbed her with his paws and began humping her with a great amount of zeal. The knob on his prick disappeared into the wet folds of her cunt, and Lisa screamed out.
"Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me!"
She was totally taken with the experience. The dog made strange jerky movements inside her, and Lisa seemed to be shaking and writhing both at the same time. It was a most incredible thing to watch. It was truly beauty and the beast. And, as far as I could tell, Lisa loved every minute of it.
When she began coming, writhing and screaming in joy, I took my own prick in hand and directed it into her mouth. She took my hot meat openly, and sucked and choked on it while the dog continued to hump her. The three of us made it that way until the dog came, spilling his seed inside her. Then I came, spurting my cream all over her face because she could not keep my throbbing prick inside her mouth.
After I had finished, I rolled over on my side and watched Lisa in the final throes of her own pleasure. And then the worst happened. The dog could not pull out. His penis had not fallen back into a flaccid state and was still planted firmly inside Lisa's vagina. The knob on his prick did not allow him to pull out, and no matter how hard either Lisa or the dog tried, they could not separate.
"Help me, Karl, please ..." She cried, writhing naked under the dog, trying desperately to free herself.
I tried pulling them apart by taking the dog's prick and manipulating that organ around inside Lisa's vagina. But nothing seemed to work. It was finally decided that both Lisa and the dog would have to wait until his mammoth hard on disappeared. We three, naked and satisfied, waited out on the lawn for two hours when finally the dog went limp. I must say, it was one of the finest evenings of my life, even with that kind of ending.
For weeks afterward, Lisa put on show after show for me. Each night, I would go downstairs and play with the dogs. After a while, Lisa would emerge from the house, usually in the nude, and play with us. After a short time, she would fuck the dog. I, too, began fucking Britt while Lisa made it with Kurt. Those evenings were the greatest of my life. It felt always, as we lay around together at dawn, that some long forgotten secret desire had been fulfilled within myself.
Things began changing after a while, and with the appearance of Jodi. Jodi was a tall, slim girl with coal black hair and even darker eyes. She was a friend of Lisa's and when Lisa had asked me if I wouldn't mind another guest, I said that it would be all right.
The first night of Jodi's stay was very strange. I had not touched or made love to Lisa since we had been spending our nights with the dogs. But when Jodi arrived, the first thing the two girls did was to kiss each other on the mouth. I was astounded, and almost jealous. I realized at that point that I had made a very bad mistake. But there was nothing I could do about it without assuming the scorn of Lisa, and that was something which I could ill afford.
"Tonight, Karl, something new and different for your viewing pleasure" was the way Lisa introduced the activities of that first evening. She sat me down in the parlor, lowered the lights until they were just a faint hue, and retreated to chamber just off the room.
I waited patiently for about five minutes. Then, Lisa entered the room wearing nothing but a small towel draped around her hips and exposing her breasts. She lay down on the floor just in front of me and started to writhe, caressing and pinching her nipples. Soon afterward, Jodi entered the room. She was naked.
Jodi came over to where Lisa lay and knelt down beside her. She began rubbing Lisa's body, lightly and delicately moving up and down the length of that golden skin. I watched without speaking, and feeling more and more aroused every minute.
Then Jodi knelt down and took Lisa's nipple between her teeth. She pulled and bit at the bud until Lisa was begging her to stop. She obeyed and moved her mouth down Lisa's belly, planting her lips between Lisa's widespread legs. Jodi ate her out with gusto and knowledge.
As Jodi swung her hips around, so that Lisa could have access to her cunt, I caught a look from Lisa which sent a chill through me. I knew at that moment that I had lost her, lost her to some power which was greater than I. There was no way I could fight what was happening before me, no way to bring back the idyllic scene that had existed before the arrival of Jodi.
The two girls lay eating each other out, squirming and crying out in ecstasy and pain. Finally, within a second of each other, they both orgasmed. I watched as their bodies shuddered and writhed under the force of their pleasure. It was a highly stimulating scene and I found myself hard beneath my dressing gown.
"Let's do it to Karl!" Shouted Jodi. She moved away from Lisa's cunt and approached me. She tore apart my dressing gown, and finding that I was naked beneath, yelled out in pleasure. She took my penis into her hands and began rubbing the staff like you would when washing a cloth. Her hands and movements were rough, and I understood why she was a lesbian.
Both girls dragged me to the floor. I lay on my side, with Jodi taking my prick into her mouth and Lisa pulling apart my ass and sticking her tongue inside. I was getting it from both sides, and it was incredible. Finally, I came inside Jodi's mouth and she took everything without spilling a drop. While this was happening at the front, Lisa was driving hard into my asshole. I felt as though my entire body had been taken up with tongues and lips, wet and moist, licking and stirring inside me. Like a thousand tiny snakes each seeking a way out-that was the feeling I had.
But the night was not to be a night of pleasurable orgy. I knew that something was happening, and that Lisa was going away. There was that feeling in the air. When I retired to the shower, I knew there was a good chance that neither girl would be there when I returned. My fears were well founded. Both had disappeared and I knew I would never see them again.
For the next few weeks, I spent each night howling with my two dogs, fucking Britt and occasionally giving Kurt a blow job. For the first time, I felt totally degenerated as a human being. I suppose this was due to the fact that there was not another human being present, only the animals and myself. Life went on this way, lonely except for the running with my dogs, until one cold night late in December.
While the rest of the world was preparing itself for Christmas, I was running naked throughout my estate with a couple of dogs. As grisly as it may sound, though, this was the only sense of peace I think I had during those months.
After having fucked Britt, I was laying on the grass. Both dogs were right next to me, chewing on the grass and I suppose enjoying my company.
"We've come home."
The voice was not real, I had not heard another human voice for what seemed like years. When I looked up and saw Lisa and Jodi standing there, it took me a full minute to realize who they were.
"Still up to your old tricks?"
"Yes" I said, watching in disbelief as both girls began removing their clothing. When they were naked, they both sat down next to me. Lisa took my prick into her hand and examined it closely.
"Looks good as ever, Karl, maybe even better!"
I was getting hard. She pushed me over onto my back, threw one leg over, and directed my cock into her cunt. We began thrusting back and forth, my prick going deeper with each movement.
"It's good ... the only place ... a jungle out there!!!"
She was speaking strangely, as though she had just come from a Hell. Meanwhile, Jodi moved her cunt towards my mouth. She opened herself up and I dove in, licking her sweet juices for all I was worth. During this entire time, though, I still had trouble believing that it was all really happening. I mean, suddenly, out of a completely psychotic existence, these two beautiful women emerge telling me that my scene is the only tolerable one in the world! It was a fantastic if totally unbelievable feeling.
I came with much force into the valley of Lisa. She grasped my prick with her vagina as she, too, came. I did not stop with Jodi, but worked my tongue even deeper inside her, making her orgasm coincide almost with mine and Lisa's.
"Karl?" Asked Lisa, as we lay together naked in each others' arms, "I'll never leave again. I promise."
I told her that if she wanted to, she could. But if that happened, as long as she let me know that she would return again, then I would not feel badly. Both she and Jodi agreed to this plan wholeheartedly.
Then Kurt walked over to say hello to his old lover. Lisa petted him affectionately, and reached underneath and began jacking him off. Jodi watched with a great amount of shock.
"Here" Said Lisa, holding the stiff prick out, "give him a blow job. He digs it!"
"My God, Lisa, a dog! That's disgusting!"
Lisa laughed as she went underneath the animal and took his prick into her mouth. She sucked like crazy, making all kinds of noises which seemed to grate at Jodi. Finally, she pulled her head away and grinned towards Jodi.
"It's all part of life, Jodi, give it a try!"
Jodi seemed on the verge of running away. But, she was fascinated by the crooked, black dick of that animal. While Lisa held his cock, Jodi ventured forth to touch the member. She looked as though she might recoil at first, but as she became used to the rough surface, she handled it with much more authority.
"It feels so strange ... kind of like rubber or something."
Lisa laughed, and began stroking the animal along with Jodi.
"Here" Said Jodi, pushing Lisa's hand away, "let me put it into my mouth."
Lisa backed away, sitting her naked little ass down upon my lap. Jodi took the huge prick, examined it carefully, and put her lips to it She barely touched the tip, just blowing hot air onto it and licking it a little with her tongue. After going that far, she then slid the entire length inside. She began moving her lips back and forth along as much of the length as she could, sucking and blowing on it also.
I became hard again watching all this and my cock lay cramped beneath Lisa's ass. She scooted around a little, moving my hot prick between her cheeks.
"There" she moaned, obviously as hot as I was, "get me from behind."
I slid around until my cock began to slide up her ass. Lisa held on tightly as I began pumping into her asshole. We writhed together, all the time watching Jodi give head to the dog and enjoy it more with each stroke of her pursed lips.
After that evening, each night grew wilder and wilder until I began to wonder what was left. Jodi and Lisa were incredible at dreaming up games and putting on shows. Life had once again become something worth living for. And together, the three of us and the dogs, we grew to be very happy.
SUMMARY
When people are separated from those environments which tend to relegate their behavior, almost anything can happen. In Karl's case, the fact that his wife left him allowed those deep, dark desires which seem to reside in each of us surface. No longer was he confined to living the life of the married gentlemen. Now, he was free to pursue any kind of activity he desired, without the possibility of another human being to condemn him for his actions.
The total loss which he must have felt upon the departure of his wife left Karl with something akin to total alienation. He was no longer a part of society, this also being due to the amount of money he had and the kind of place in which he resided. Already, even before the events of his wife's departure, Karl was more or less separated and assigned to that body of society which allows its members to participate in any kind of sexually deviant practice desired.
But, through the years, Karl had been straightforward and rather genteel in his approach to life. When the final break came, however, he made up for lost time. His almost immediate turn towards his animals gave him the ability to let loose in a way he had probably never dreamed of. He became in fact a result of his years when he repressed what must have been extremely potent drives. Throughout that time, he succeeded in business and keeping up the 'good name.' So, much was his life devoted to this kind of activity that his eventual release brought with it instant deviancy.
The young girls play an important role in this case as well. The 'Lolita' syndrome is evidenced in rare form by Lisa's presence. Her association with Karl has all the markings of an incestual desire which was never fulfilled in this man. Jodi represents possibly the 'son' aspect of this strange triangle-thus completing both the male and female projection from Karl.
The nighttime, the house, the dogs and the young girls all add up to what was a most repressed character. The eventual unleashing of this oppressed man allowed him to exercise his freedom only when these elements combined together to provide the right environment. Truly, one man's happiness was found only under the most extreme of conditions.
CHAPTER FIVE
Recently, there has been national publicity concerning the existence of farms throughout the country. These farms are not ordinary- spreads involved in the raising of foods and animals for the consumer. Instead, they reflect a growing trend in the sexual mores of the country and those dark desires which flow beneath the surface seemingly of a majority of people throughout the world. These farms, in fact, are places where animals are raised and trained to perform in adult motion pictures depicting acts of bestiality.
Erica M. has seen and attended one of these farms. Twenty-two years of age, blonde and built like a Hollywood starlet, Erica has come through the treadmill of underground stag films to emerge now as a promising starlet. But her experiences in the beginning reflect the strange and exotic scenes a young girl went through trying to reach the top.
In my interview with Erica, I noticed within her a sense of sophistication which could only be attributable to the weeks she spent on the 'farm'. Using a tape recorder, I caught her statement in full, and watched her eyes as they moved between dark cynicism and exuberant sensuality. I felt that she was still not sure whether the experience broadened her or held her back. Nonetheless, this case will exemplify much of 20th Centuries' relationship towards those formerly taboo acts of sexuality.
I came to the West Coast when I was seventeen. I had always dreamed of being an actress, and knew at least that I possessed the looks for it. I wasn't sure when I arrived here just how I would go about seeking a job in film, but I figured somewhere along the line, if I knocked on enough doors, some kind of opportunity would open to me.
The only work I was able to find when I got here was a job in a massage parlor. The place was run by two older girls. It was a plush, expensively furnished place with four private rooms and a shower. The first night of my job, I began to get the feel of how things would be in this town.
They dressed me in a toga outfit. Underneath, I wore no underwear because they said that stimulated the customers. Lilah and Beckey, the two owners, also told me to watch out for any offers and to use my own discretion when it came time to accept them. I knew what I was in for, and gritted my teeth as I walked into the small room to greet my first customer.
His name was Jim. He was middle-aged and had a very warm, nice smile. I immediately felt more comfortable because he was not some kind of threat, just a nice guy out looking for a good time. I began rubbing him down, trying to look away from his groin where a towel was resting on his lump. As I moved my hands down his body and began working on his pelvic region, his penis began rising. It was a funny moment, actually, because we were both watching the towel kind of rise towards the ceiling.
"We don't need that, do we?" I asked as I threw the towel aside. His prick was sticking straight up into the air. I got kind of excited as I worked around his meat, feeling a certain warmth creeping high between my thighs.
Then I decided to go ahead and start something, and try to make my first score. I took his cock into my hand and held it, squeezing it gently and smiling down at him.
"Is there anything I can do for you?"
He was really excited and nodded 'yes.' "I can do it with my hands for ten, with my mouth for twenty."
"Do it with your mouth and take off your clothes ... I'll give you thirty."
This sounded pretty fair. I locked the door to the room turned around and dropped my toga to the floor. He looked me over with a great amount of appreciation.
"You're incredible looking," he said, pulling me closer to him by cupping my ass. His head was right at my cunt, and I kind of arched forward so that he could kiss it. I liked men kissing me there, it was always kind of a real clean act ... I mean, something that wasn't really dirty.
He put his mouth to my hair and began searching down the center for my crack with his tongue. I raised my knee and placed it on the edge of the table. Now, he drove his tongue between my lips. I felt like crying out he felt so good. But, there were other people in the building and we had to keep the whole thing pretty discreet.
"Oh baby," I whispered, throwing my cunt even further towards him, "eat me out and I'll show you something!"
He was now over on his side, digging in deeper and deeper with his tongue. He played with my clit, finding it beneath the skin and twirling it around and around with his warm tongue. I felt like fainting, standing up like that, so I moved myself onto the table and threw my leg over his head.
I took his penis into my hand and directed it between my lips. It was hard as a rock and it felt salty as I shoved all of it down my throat. We worked each other over like this for maybe five minutes until he finally came. The hot, sticky juice shot down my throat and was powerfully ejected. I couldn't come, but let him eat me out for as long as he liked. He took the rest of the hour to lick me dry, finally pulling his exhausted tongue out from between my lips and panting. That guy really got a work out, and made it for me because of his effort. I mean, there are some guys who just lay back and don't want to even touch you. This guy was not like that because he really wanted to get in some action.
That was my first experience in the market place and it wasn't too bad. I remember thinking to myself that if that was all there was to it, things wouldn't ever be that bad. I was making good money, and meeting people who might be able to help me. I felt like I couldn't lose.
A few months went by and nothing was happening to my career. I tried everything, agents, producers and even those advertisements that promise to get you into films. I had run into that roadblock hit by most young girls coming out here to make it in films, and there seemed nothing else to do to promote my career. Then I met Dirk.
Dirk came into the parlor one night about two-thirty in the morning. A lot of guys really liked coming in around then because the bars had let out and they were hungry for a little action. When Dirk walked in, though, I could tell he was just a little different than the rest. How different I wouldn't fully know for another couple of weeks.
There were three of us girls sitting in the reception room. Normally, the men were assigned whomever happened to be free at the moment But this guy was lucky, and he chose me. I felt funny leading him down the hallway towards the small room because I could feel his eyes kind of sizing me up. It wasn't the usual kind of look which makes a girl feel good because she knows the guy is undressing her. This look was different, a kind of professional appraisal, I thought.
We went into the room and I told Dirk to take off his clothes. He undressed while I went out and waited. After a couple of minutes, I returned. He was standing in the middle of the room, stark naked and with a huge erection. I mean, it looked like his prick was about ready to fly off his body it was so hard and strained.
"You don't look too relaxed," I said, trying to act business-like but feeling the presence of his cock all the time.
"I didn't come here to relax, baby, I want something a little different."
I played with the towels, then felt him come up behind me. He reached around and put his hands on my breasts, pinching my nipples and making them ache.
"I could give you some real pleasure, honey, that's my specialty, y'know."
I told him that I didn't know about him and 'his specialty.' He laughed and pushed his rock-hard meat between my cheeks. I told you before, we girls were always naked beneath those togas, and it was easy for him to push between that thin material and spread my ass apart.
"How's that feel, baby?"
I told him it felt okay. But I was really getting turned on. I had never been fucked that way, and suddenly the idea seemed really appealing. Now, his hands were pulling up the front of my toga, and his fingers were playing with my pubic hair.
"Two hundred dollars, baby, and I'm all yours."
The price was certainly right, and so was his touch. I let him pull the toga over my head and stood naked with my back towards him.
"This is the way we do it in the country ..."
He guided me over to the table, and made me bend over the side so that my ass was sticking right out. Then, he pulled apart my cheeks and began sticking the head of his penis between them. At first, it didn't hurt too much, but the deeper he got, the more the pain began shooting through me. He was easy, though, and tried to be gentle. But this had been the first time I had ever been fucked that way, and I was almost unable to bear the pain.
"Okay, Honey," he whispered softly. "We're going in for the big ride!"
I held onto the other edge of the table, my heart beating so fast I thought it would tear off my tit. He plunged inside, and I felt like my entire body had suddenly been ripped apart. The pain shot red throughout my flesh, every square inch being taken up with sudden flashes.
He rocked and stroked my asshole and came quickly. When the warm liquid finally shot into me, I felt a sudden sense of relief. It was like lubricant. I cried softly and held onto the table as he pulled his meaty stick out from between my cheeks.
"Erica!"
I looked up and there was Beckey, standing like a mother in the doorway. She was angry. When I had started working there, she had forbidden us to do anything with the customers but blow them or jack them off. Taking off our clothes and lying with them was cause for alarm because if the police came, there would be real cause for a bust.
"Get out, you fool, you're fired!!!"
And that was that. I dressed quickly, took Dirk's two hundred bills, and walked out into the warm night. I had lost my first job," but it sure felt good doing it. The pain and everything about getting it in the ass seemed to really get me off, probably better than I had ever done before.
"You got anywhere to go?" Dirk said, coming up the sidewalk and throwing his arm around me.
"I guess I'll look for another job .. . nothing else to do."
Then he popped the question. He told me about this special place he had out in the country where future stars of motion pictures were trained. He seemed honest enough about it when he told me that they made only stag films. "But" he added, smiling, "that's how some of the best got their start. And, besides, the money's good ... three-fifty a week to be exact."
"You've been recruiting all along, haven't you?"
Dirk smiled again, lighting up one of his cigars and patting me lightly on the ass. "Honey, I'm always recruiting!"
It sounded to good to pass up. And besides, I liked him and wanted his prick inside me again.
We left that night, driving through the desert until we got to a small town somewhere between Los Angeles and Reno. We stopped off and ate a huge breakfast, waited for the sun to come up and started off again up into the Sierras.
During our meal, Dirk explained to me just how his movies might give me the chance I had been looking for. I was turned on by the whole idea by the time we started up the long, winding highway to a place called Spooner Ranch.
The grassy fields around the ranch house were green and looked plentiful. The house itself was an old, stone one which Dirk told me had been over fifty years ago. Off to the side of the main house was a large barn with skylights. This, Dirk explained, was the studio in which most of the films were shot.
Inside, there were four young girls, all pretty and all wearing small bikinis. Dirk introduced me to each one, calling me the latest 'starlet'. One girl, named Mary, seemed to be a little too friendly and looked me over with only one thought on her mind. For the rest of the day, I tried to avoid her.
Dirk left me with the other girls for the rest of the day. About noontime, we went outside and onto the patio. The sun was hot, and each of the girls took off her bikini and began sunbathing in the nude.
"C'mon, Erica, you don't want any tan lines, do you?"
Mary was laying by herself off in the corner, her legs raised and spread far apart. I wondered if she wanted to get her cunt lips tanned along with the rest of her. I knew the other girls were watching, so I ripped off my clothes and lay back on the warm concrete.
Later in the afternoon, Dirk returned with a short guy who he introduced as Max. Max was very friendly and seemed to be nothing special. It would not be for a couple of weeks that I would realize how talented and potentially good having some kind of relationship with him would be.
Dirk wanted me to pose and stretch out so that Max could judge me for potential camera angles. I lay back on the cement, spreading my thighs just enough so that the pink skin of my cunt could be seen. Then I arched my back, and lifted my cunt towards the sun, turning my thighs outwards and really opening my petals.
"She's perfect, Dirk, every angle makes it, I think."
"Okay, baby, relax and tomorrow you start work!"
As Max walked away, I noticed a bulge in his pants. I guess you could say I scored some kind of victory on my first day. The other girls, especially Mary, seemed to grow colder towards me as the day went on. I suppose they were jealous or something.
After a large dinner, we all went into the projection room and sat down to watch films. Dirk introduced the evening's pleasure as an introduction especially for me, into the kind of material they produced at the ranch.
I sat and watched, not too shocked and feeling really better about things. Most of the films were pretty mild, showing the girls walking around in the nude. There was one where two girls, Mary and another redhead, made love to each other. I was kind of fascinated because the girls were actually sitting right there next to me. Then came one film with a blond guy who was hung like a horse. The other girls giggled among themselves while some unknown chick masturbated him into a huge, almost terrifying erection. I sat forward in my chair, almost unable to believe the size of that guy's cock, and wondering what it would be like to have his thing sliding up between my legs.
"It's not trick photography, honey, I'll attest to that!"
Everyone laughed at the dark haired girl named Sandy's remark.
"But you ain't seen nothin' yet ... wait 'till tomorrow!"
"Shut up, Mary, you never allow anyone a chance, do you?" said Dirk, from the darkness behind the projector.
"You're just jealous 'cause you're not hung like Dave!"
It was becoming a real battle, with both of them tearing away at each other. Dirk stopped it, however, by switching off the projector and turning on the lights. I was kind of disappointed because Dave, the stud in the film, was just slamming his mountain of meat into a young girl's writhing cunt. But as I was to find out the next day, Dirk had his reasons for stopping Mary before she revealed something.
The next morning I awoke early and found the house empty. I threw on my slim bathrobe and walked out towards the barn. Inside, every thing was set up like a film was about to be shot, but there was still no one present.
"Morning!" I spun around and found Dirk standing right behind me.
"Where is everyone?"
"I sent them up to Reno to get supplies for the week. They'll be back tomorrow."
I felt a chill travel through me. I had wanted Dirk more and more as time went on, and now there was a full day where just he and I would be together. I smiled up at him and then began playing a little game. I headed out towards the open fields, dropping my robe slowly as I went. By the time I reached the grass, I was naked. The warm sun beat down on me, but could not match the glow I felt burning between my thighs.
"Well, well, don't you ever wear clothes?" he said, sitting down on the grass next to me.
"Not if I want to fuck, Dirk. Please, fuck me."
"I'll do that if you promise to do something for me afterwards. It's got to be whatever I say, okay?"
He was leading me into something, but I was so hot I was already pulling apart his pants and digging out his meat.
"Oh God, it's so big ... let me suck on it. .." I took his prick, already hard and just as juicy as I remembered it from that first night at the parlor, and put it into my mouth. His hand was on my cunt, and his fingers were pulling apart my lips, opening me to the sunshine above.
"Fuck me, Dirk, just simply ... c'mon!" I lay back on the grass and pulled my legs up to my chin. Then, I let them fall apart, revealing my moist cunt to him.
Dirk stood above me, now naked and hard and strong. He took his cock into his hand and lowered himself between my legs. I felt myself twitching as his head just pushed gently against my lips. I grabbed his back and tried to pull him all the way inside, but he was a man who went at his own pace.
"C'mon, baby, inside ... please .. . hurry!!!"
But he just played around there at the entrance to my vagina. He wouldn't be moved, and the longer he lingered there the hotter I got. I felt like every cell in my cunt and thighs would explode if they weren't filled soon.
"Put it in more, Dirk, I want all of you!" , Then he began the plunge. My lips parted with the strength of his prick as he slid in, further and further.
"Oh God" I cried, throwing my belly up against his, "You feel soooo good!!!"
Then he began pumping, taking me on the wildest ride I had ever been on. Out there, in the middle of that grassy field, our bellies were slapping like crazy against each other. I felt like I had swallowed everything, completely filled and digging every minute of it. It was fantastic as he shot his stuff into me, and for once in my life, I almost came. I mean, it felt like it was starting, but he withdrew too quickly. I am still not sure whether or not I would have had had we continued. But whatever the case, it was a good fuck. There's nothing like the outdoors to stimulate the senses to a frenzied height. It really makes it!
As Dirk and I lay side by side out there, I had no idea what was going through his mind, if anything. I was purely content with the scene I was having with him, and figured the most I would have to do would be to perform in one of his films. But what he was about to show me was enough to really turn me around.
"C'mon, now you've got to keep your promise ..."
He got up, still naked, and led me across the grassy field towards the barn. I figured he wanted me to blow him, and while we walked, I played with his bouncing balls. But his interest seemed elsewhere, and he even seemed a little nervous.
We went into the sound stage barn and straight across the floor to the other side. There, in a long row of pens and cages were all kinds of animals. There were donkeys, horses, dogs, pigs and goats.
"This is the star system, Erica, better than anything Hollywood ever put together."
"That's very funny, Dirk, but what are they for. I mean, do you actually ranch here?"
"No, baby, I told you, this is my stable of stars. Except you'll never see them at an Academy awards banquet."
"I should say not."
Suddenly, a weird thought occurred to me. Was I to take what he was saying literally?
Was he serious about these animals being stars? Was this Walt Disney, 1970 style? All of these very pertinent questions were readily answered as Dirk opened the gate into the donkey's little pen.
"We might as well start big, baby. I'd like you to meet Rufus, the world's most easily aroused donkey. Deflowerer of women and the greatest fuck in the universe."
Those strange thoughts were not unrealistic at all, but were the solemn truth of this ranch. At that moment, I tried to decide what it was that I would do .. . standing there naked with Dirk and this fucking donkey.
"Come here Erica and raise Rufus!"
Dirk was standing near the rear of the animal, holding the donkey's huge, black cock in his hand. I was terrified at the size of thing, and could not imagine what it would be like when erected.
"No, Dirk," I begged, backing up to the fence, "I can't touch that thing!"
"Honey," he replied, growing impatient, "I've trained and raised these animals. They're clean and friendly and could quite possibly give you the best fuck of your young lifetime! Besides, the money... remember the money?"
I remembered the money, and realized that that was what I was going to get paid for. I was to become an actress with donkeys and horses as my leading men! Incredible!
I moved slowly across the pen, and moved next to Dirk. I needed the money. I reached underneath the huge animal and let its giant balls rest easily in the palm of my hand. They were heavy, and felt portentous there in my small, lily white hands.
"Just begin squeezing him gently, and watch him grow!"
I took the animal's prick and began stroking the huge thing. I could feel the muscle begin to grow, and the staff began rising quite rapidly. It got bigger and bigger, and I thought the damn thing would never stop growing. Dirk stood right next to us, watching and getting a hard on himself.
When the huge prick was at full mast, I took a step backwards to see what I was getting into to, or rather, what was getting into me. The damn thing was probably three feet long! It was black and thick as a human body! I gasped when I tried to imagine me letting that rocket between my legs. I mean, it would come out through my spine and I would be permanently afixed to this fucking donkey!
"Okay, honey, get on . .."
I couldn't figure out how to get on. Or even what to do to get that fucking powerhouse to shoot his load. Dirk then led me. He took me underneath the animal, with my legs facing towards the donkey's ass.
"Okay, Erica, throw yourself up and hang by your legs."
I threw my right leg, then my left up around the animal's back and grabbed him around the neck. I pulled myself up towards the giant prick which stood there waiting for me. I pushed my cunt up against the tip of that huge missile, and felt the coarse, rough skin pushing in against my lips. It was kind of strange, but I was getting turned on. I mean, that cock was so huge, so ominous that it shook me to think of even trying to get it inside myself. "Okay, baby, hump it!"
I started moving my vagina up against the dork, trying to get any part of it inside. It barely opened the entrance, pushing my wet skin apart. Then the donkey started to hump, moving pretty heavily back and forth against my cunt. I hung on to his back for all I was worth, trying to ride with that huge prick.
"Get it, fuck that mule!!!"
The donkey was really going at it, and I was holding on for all I was worth. That huge prick was ramming up against me and I began to grow afraid that it would actually enter me. I figured that if it did, then that would be the end of me. There was no way I could take that thing inside, but then my problems were solved. The prick began shuddering like crazy and the seed began spurting all over my body. There seemed to be gallons of it drowning me. I held on, then felt another stream of hot stuff pouring down on my face.
Dirk stood behind me, holding his sputtering dick in his hand and directing his come onto my face. He looked completely entranced, like maybe he was in some kind of special place. I tried to swallow his stuff, figuring that would make him happier because I felt like I had disappointed him by not really getting that huge prick inside me.
"Beautiful! Beautiful! That was incredibly good, baby, one of the best shows I've ever seen!"
I was standing in the shower, washing the come of that donkey off my hot skin. Dirk was sitting on the edge of the sink, talking and watching me through the shower curtain. He had come out of the barn really enthusiastic about everything. It seemed that I had really turned him on, and he told me that never before had he been so excited about a performance.
But I had been unsatisfied. It was funny, but that huge prick kind of stayed in my mind. The size, the blackness, the bulk and weight of the thing seemed to imprint itself on my brain. I felt at once a great fear in having had been so close to it while at the same time there was an ache between my thighs which demanded satisfaction. There was nothing left to do but to take the bar of soap and put it to myself.
I leaned back against the tile wall, letting the water run down my front. I threw one leg up onto the edge of the tub and began moving the soap around the entrance to my vagina. I found my clit, throbbing and ready, and gently applied the soap to that area. I moved the bar back and forth gently, building in strength as I went. Suddenly, a vision appeared. There I was, out in the middle of the desert and stark naked. I was laying on the sand with my legs spread-waiting for something.
Then, from across the horizon, came this huge man. He was hairy and hung even better than the donkey. His prick was so large that he had to hold the thing in both hands while he walked. The closer he came, the more excited I became.
My clit and vagina began twitching as he stalked across the plain towards me. He reached me, and had a strange look on his face. I was writhing on the ground, trying to spread my legs even further apart, trying to open myself to him as much as I possibly could. But the more I stretched, the tighter I got. It was like my entire vagina and belly were out of my control, and they were both shrinking right there. Then the fire came. It was a burning sensation between my legs that felt like it would ignite every other part of me. I began crying out for help, trying to extinguish that fire in my cunt.
Then the man began jacking himself off. He directed his huge prick towards me and really began working the length. I stared up towards him, feeling every stroke of his mammoth shaft as though it were being driven through me. Finally, he came and there was a flood of white liquid. The stuff flowed over every inch of me, making steam rise from my flaming cunt as it landed on that area. It was incredible, as though the fire was going out right then and there.
I awoke from this fantasy shuddering beneath the cold water of the shower. The bar of soap was firmly planted inside my crack, pushing my swollen lips apart with the size of the bar. I stood there, trying to pull myself together. And then I realized that I had come. I had had an orgasm! And it had taken the scene with that donkey that afternoon to release something inside which would allow me to do that.
Dirk had been watching me from outside the shower. He was very pleased and seemed to know what had happened.
"You're going to make it big, honey, real big!"
The next day, everyone returned and we began shooting a film. Instead of having the donkey, I was going to take on a German Shepherd. The dog was big and brown and well hung. I was amazed when Dirk brought the animal into the barn with its cock sticking out straight as an arrow.
"Erica, meet Duke..."
Max set himself up behind the cameras and turned on the lights. All the other girls were standing around, watching in silence. Then Max smiled towards me and told me to go ahead.
I began playing with the dog, holding his prick and jacking him off. The staff was hard and warm and I really began enjoying being with the dog, he seemed really friendly and responsive.
But the animal came after me and began licking at my legs. I realized that he wanted to lick my cunt! That would be something, I thought, so I lay down on my back and spread my legs. The dog sniffed around, then moved his tongue up between my thighs and reached my juicy pot. His tongue was long and soft and he really dug in. He opened my lips and traveled almost all the way inside my vagina. I was writhing and moaning on the floor when Dirk told me to blow the dog.
I shoved the animals head away from my cunt. Then, I took his prick and began kissing the length. I blew onto its balls, then put one of the sacs into my mouth. The dog laid down and let me have at him. He seemed to really enjoy it. Then I took his cock and put it between my lips. The dog began humping me as I sucked and blew on that huge fucking prick. It was kind of exciting and I couldn't wait until the dog planted himself between my legs.
"Okay, baby, fuck him. . . !"
I took my mouth away from the prick and lay down underneath the animal. The dog seemed to know how to make all the moves, and I just kind of followed along. He grabbed me underneath my ass with his paws, then thrust himself up against my cunt. The first time, he missed and almost stuffed himself into my asshole. I screamed and everyone in the barn laughed.
"Duke, in her cunt you ass!" shouted Dirk, laughing like hell.
But it seemed to work because on his next plunge, I felt my cunt explode as Duke's prick lashed inside. The dog began pumping like crazy, and with each thrust, I felt closer to that point I had reached in the shower.
The dog's motions were ragged and uneven, but they were strong and lean. I mean, each time he drove his meat inside me, a spasm of thrills shot through my entire body. We seemed to be reaching something together, kind of grooving as though we both knew what we were going after. I clung to his back as he came inside, shooting a huge load of semen into me. Then I came, for only the second time in my entire life. Amazingly enough, that damn dog stayed right with me, and didn't stop humping until my ecstasy had ceased.
When he tried to withdraw, we both had to wait for his prick to shrink. That knob on his cock was what did it, and now, it was keeping him tied up inside me. When he was finally able to withdraw himself, I felt like a melted being laying on the floor of that studio.
Everyone was quiet. I could hear my own breathing, and feel the warmth of my naked skin against the heat coming from the intense lamps above.
"Incredible, Erica, absolutely incredible!!!" Dirk was helping me up, holding a glass of cold wine in his hands and smiling. The other girls stood behind him, and everyone was breathing almost as heavily as I was.
"How did it take, Max?"
Max grinned, patting the huge camera. Dirk smiled again. "This film will be seen by everyone in the league all over the world. I think we've made our masterpiece!"
I hadn't realized what he meant at that time, but as time went on, I understood. There was a group of people, from every walk of life, who had formed a kind of animal-lovers' underground society. Throughout the world, they passed photographs, films and stories between one another showing young girls in action with animals. Dirk had started this farm in the hopes of becoming the biggest supplier of these kinds of films. Until I had come, however, his films had never been particularly better than any of the others. But he felt with my performance he had hit on something big.
Later, Max was to tell me where copies of the film went. I was thrilled because some of the biggest producers and directors throughout the world were getting to see me in action. Max told me that it wouldn't be long before offers began pouring in. He was right. Within a month, there were two offers for films which I immediately accepted.
But I'll never really leave Dirk's place, and he knows why. It is only out there, with those trained animals of his, that I am able to realize myself sexually. It is only with those huge, beastly pricks and cocks that I can possibly ever find true happiness. No one else knows about this, especially the people I work with. The only ones who do know are those who buy the films. But because of pressures they will never reveal my secret, but will jack off with pleasure while watching me make it with animals.
SUMMARY
This case probably best exemplifies the effect of mass media upon sexual mores. The scene which Dirk had developed out in the Sierra mountains was one which provided a desired commodity for those who could afford it. There was no real, intrinsic love of animals on his part which prompted him to begin raising stag animals. Instead, his venture was a purely economic one, one in which he served a community of people dedicated to the sexual coupling of woman and animal.
Erica, having come to Hollywood to seek a career, fell into the scene as a matter of fate. Whether or not her subsequent attraction to animals would have developed had she never discovered Dirk can only be a matter of conjecture. There was, however, a seemingly large strain of puritanism which ran deep within her and disallowed her to realize the extent of her own sexuality.
Consciously, she was not inhibited, but this does not always mean that subconscious strains were not pulling on her own mind. As a matter of fact, there are many who act free sexually just because of that situation. They try to declare themselves openly, but those forces are still hampering them from beneath.
In Erica's case, the presence of the animals as sexual creatures somehow managed to trigger and free her libido. She was able, through her experience with the brute force of the donkey, to consciously let go enough to begin to really experience the power of her own sexuality. The fantasy scene during her masturbation in the shower reveals much in the way of what stimulated her and what did not. It seems that the man with the huge penis came to represent to her the animal genitals. And the fact that only this man with the huge erection could put out the fire in her own genitals stresses the almost natural inclination she had towards animals. Scientists have yet to discover whether or not there is some genetic quality in certain people that endear them to sex with animals, but Erica seems to be a strong example of this possibility.
But aside from the subconscious forces which were at work here, there is also the condition of the farm which represents another strong force. It being the production center of motion pictures dealing with bestiality, Erica was allowed to experience what she probably never would have had she resigned herself to some other career.
The existence of this media allowed her to find herself sexually, and whether or not we approved or disapprove really makes no difference. On the surface, and to many of the people who see her, she is happy with what she does and successful at it.
CHAPTER SIX
Burt P. is a young man in his late twenties. He had good looks plus a good deal of charm. Meeting him, one would never suspect that he was involved in any way with such a pastime as bestiality. But Burt's story reflects a great amount of sexual, plus emotional frustration which eventually led him into this area of sexual expression.
Born and raised on the West Coast, Burt married after graduating college with a degree in business. He had worked his way through the long, four years as a day laborer, attending school in the evening hours. During his initial year in the business world, he met his wife, Susan. They were married a year later and that began Burt's gradual change into what we might call a sexual deviant.
With the use of a tape recorder, I interviewed Burt during an all night session. He seemed rather nervous and uncomfortable, feeling possibly that what he had done had been a result of some strange, perverse desires within himself. But towards the end of our session, I believe that he truly began to understand some of the motivations which led him into the kind of life he was then leading. The importance of self-awareness once again comes into play here with all the force which knowledge can provide.
Sue and I got married a year after I started my career. Our future looked bright, and I was enthusiastic about everything that happened. It looked as though I would become one of the successful people in the world, and that my life was going to be all roses.
But the night of our honeymoon I guess should have showed me that things were not all that great. We had a very small wedding and I had rented a cabin up the coast near Monterey for five days. After saying goodbye to our families, we headed towards out marriage bed.
We had never made love, and had gone only as far as touching each other. I had never seen Sue naked, and she had only seen my penis on two occasions. The first time was one night when I had to shower at her apartment and she accidentally walked into the bathroom.
"Oh my God, Burt, cover yourself!" She had screamed, seeing my prick hanging down my thigh.
But instead of covering myself, I moved towards her, trying to get her to touch it.
"It's disgusting!" She screamed, and ran out of the room.
The next time was on a cold night in her living room. We had been going pretty hot and heavy. Sue had always been nervous about sex, I mean, she tightened up as soon as I made a move towards her. That night, though, we had both been drinking and she was much more relaxed. I had even managed to unsnap her bra and pull her blouse up above her fine tits. Sue has probably what might be called the finest pair of boobs seen anywhere. They measure a thirty-eight and are capped by the finest nipples I've ever seen. I always hungered after those tits, wanting to suck on them and everything. On that night, I finally got to. They tasted so sweet, and there was so much of her! She even let me take her blouse completely off and was naked from the waist up. Well, I was so turned on that I thought I would come right there. I moved her hand down to my groin and put her shaking fingers on my prick.
"Oh no, Burt, I can't!"
But I knew that she could. I unzipped my fly and pulled that old throbbing pecker out. She was so scared that she could hardly move, but finally I got her hand wrapped around my staff and within seconds she was happily jerking me off. I came in the palm of her hand, and she ran, boobs bouncing, into the bathroom to wash my come off herself.
But until we got married, those were the only two times Sue had ever touched me. I had never even touched her cunt, just her boobs, and that allowed me to really anticipate our wedding night We arrived at the cabin about midnight. The room was small, but had a fireplace and a kitchen. I figured we wouldn't have to leave that damn room for five whole days. I envisioned us just lying around naked, making love every hour on the hour. But things didn't work out that way.
When we finally settled into the room, I took my new wife into my arms and kissed her hard on the mouth. I could feel her already beginning to tighten up and suggested that maybe we should have a few drinks. After two shots of whiskey, I tried again. This time, she was more responsive. I kissed her long and hard, then felt up those breasts of hers and let my hand roam up between her legs. She clenched me there, not allowing me to get up to her crack.
A few more drinks, and I finally managed to touch her there through her panties. She was very dry, and the more I rubbed, the less it seemed to affect her. I told her that I thought we should get undressed.
"But why?" she asked, pretending to be interested in something out the window.
"Because people don't make love with their clothes on, Sue!" I was getting angry, and frustrated, and I guess my voice scared her.
"If you can't be gentle with me, I'll have to leave!"
I tried to soothe her and finally managed to make things all right again. This time, I could feel her growing moist between her legs. Then, she brought her hand up between my thighs and gently cupped my balls. That was the happiest moment of my life!
As I slid her cotton dress over her shoulders, Sue closed her eyes and stood very still. I really didn't care, though, because with every inch of skin revealed to my eyes I was getting more and more aroused. She had a perfect body, with not a pound of extra flesh anywhere, but always enough to go around.
I knelt before her, sliding the dress underneath her feet. I began kissing her knees, then worked up to her thighs and finally put my mouth to the silken material of her panties. I could feel the warmth of her cunt coming through the fine lace, and I drew my tongue along her crack there. She spread her thighs just a little, and pulled my head even closer into her. I reached up and pulled her panties down, letting them fall at her feet That cunt was incredible! She was a natural blonde, and the golden hairs formed a perfect triangle. I pulled apart her virgin lips and began licking the soft, warm skin there. She tasted sweet and just like a woman. I could feel her loosening up and becoming turned on, and I thought I was on my way to nirvana.
I took her bra off and moved her to the bed. She rested back, keeping her thighs closed and watching me. I have to admit that she did try to smile, and did try to make a go of it. But at that moment, something happened inside her that prevented the night, or our honeymoon for that matter, from ever becoming a real success.
When I was naked, my prick stood out hard and erect. I was even kind of embarrassed, but moved anyway towards the bed where I would direct my long suffering meat home. As I lay down next to her, I could feel her body tense, and she seemed to withdraw into another world.
"C'mon baby, just relax ... I'm not going to kill you!"
She wouldn't speak, but just lay there in a kind of deathly silence. I began kissing her all over, moving from her nipples down her belly and sticking my tongue in there between her thighs. But no matter where I tried, nothing happened. Then I began rubbing the tip of my prick on her skin. I moved my rod, which was twitching with excitement, up and down her limbs. She still did no move. I brought it up to her mouth and grazed her lips with it, but nothing!
Finally, I got so mad and uptight, that I made what was probably the biggest mistake of my life. I sat up next to her face, held my cock over her mouth, and began jacking off.
"Goddamn you ... after everything we've been through and you won't even try!!!"
I beat myself silly and finally came over her lips and cheeks. It was like I was doing it over a corpse or something, and the experience actually turned me on. But I was too angry to know that at the time.
Susan lay there for what seemed like an hour, my come crystallizing on her face, and then opened her eyes. She looked like another woman, someone from a movie or something. There was not a trace of emotion in her entire being.
"Don't you ever touch me again, Burt."
And that was that There was not another word spoken on our honeymoon. We drove around a lot, and looked at other people, and kept as far from each other as was humanly possible.
That episode left us both with a disastrous feeling towards sex. And for the next six months I believe that neither one of us ever felt the desire to fuck or find a sexual release.
My life went on simply and without any involvement with Sue. Once in a while, I would see her naked when she walked from the shower into the bedroom, but that was as far as we ever got with each other. About this time, I bought a large Great Dane bitch, hoping for some company and friendship in what had turned into a freezing home.
I went through a strange period of refusing to masturbate and thus had no release. I began browing very tense and feeling on edge about everything. I spoke with my doctor about this and he went straight to the point.
"When's the last time you had an orgasm?" he asked.
I told him about our honeymoon.
"You should either beat off or get yourself into something athletic."
He was right. I had no time for athletics because of my business and still did not feel like resorting to beating off. I suppose had I been less financially well off I would have had to resort to jacking my self off every night. But since I did have money, and making more every week, I figured I owed myself some other kind of pleasure. Something that involved another human being.
I had no idea how to go about looking for a whore. They were not advertised like used cars, and in L.A. were kind of difficult to locate. I didn't want to ask any of my associates because at least Sue and I had presented some kind of civil image at parties and business gatherings. So, I picked up one of the underground papers and began thumbing through the ads. I decided to try a massage parlor.
The place was called 'Shangri-La.' It was in the back of a regular office building and carpeted with red velvet. At the front desk was a beautiful young girl with sandy brown hair. She wore a toga which revealed almost her entire breast, stopping just short of her nipple.
I got set up for an hour massage. When my masseuse arrived, I was anything but disappointed. She was tall and slim with flaming red hair. I liked her immediately.
"Get undressed and lie on the table. I'll be back in a second." She moved underneath that toga like she was ready to explode, and I was pretty happy about my choice.
I got on the table, and lay on my stomach. My prick was hard and my balls began aching. It had been such a long time since I had been hard that I forgot how it felt.
Linda, the redhead, came back in and began rubbing my back. Her hands were real soft, and being touched by a woman again really got me off.
"You've got a nice body," she said, rubbing my ass and roaming just a little farther on down between the cheeks.
"So do you, Linda," I replied, trying to control my excitement, "except for one thing."
"And what's that?" she asked, knowing full well what I would say.
"You can see mine but I can't see yours."
"It's not an impossible situation, Burt, not impossible at all."
I got up from the table, and she watched me, letting out a sigh as my prick bounced out and jumped up and down as I moved towards my coat. I pulled out a hundred dollar bill and gave it to her. She took the green paper and wrapped it around my cock, then slowly pulled it off.
"I think it'll be a real pleasure doing business with you, Burt, a real pleasure!"
I sat on the edge of the table and watched her undress. In one easy motion, she pulled off her toga and then turned around to face me naked.
"Do you like me?"
I smiled. She was slim, but with full hips and thighs. Her breasts were pert things, pointing in a young way towards the ceiling. I could see that her nipples were already hard and erect. And, besides everything else, she had the greatest flash of red cunt hair that I had ever seen. It was like a small fire all by itself, burning and waiting to be put out by yours truly, firefighter.
"You've paid for practically a full night, name your game."
I reached out and she walked into my arms. She pushed her little naked body between my legs, rubbing her belly up against my cock. We kissed hard and long, searching our mouths with our tongues. The longer we clasped each other, the hotter she became. Soon, she moved like a snake up between my legs, trying to throw her legs up around my back so my prick could find its way into her sweet, red cunt.
"Would you like my mouth on it?" she asked, pulling away and smiling innocently at me.
"Of course I would."
She pushed me back on the table so that my legs were dangling over the edge. Then, she spread them and began rubbing my thighs. She put her mouth to the inside, and began licking her way across my skin.
"It's big and hard... so good, Burt, so fine!"
She held my cock upwards, and began licking at my balls. She took one of the sacs into her mouth and sucked on it, still waving my pecker around.
Then, with her tongue working overtime, she made it between my balls and up along the ridge on the underside of my prick. I watched her flaming red hair, covering and then lifting off my skin. It was long, fine hair and it was probably the most sensual thing about her.
After licking her way to the tip, she played with the small hole there, separating it with her tongue. She circled the tip, putting her lips fully around it then withdrawing and using her tongue.
"Fuck my mouth baby, I've got another pair of lips waiting after this ..."
Linda opened her mouth widely, and hovered above my throbbing cock. I thrust myself upwards, and she took the entire length deep inside her throat. She let out a gagging sound and I felt like maybe I was going to choke her. But she held on, and rode with each thrust. When she placed her hands on my pelvis and applied pressure, I knew she wanted me to remain still.
I relaxed my movements and allowed her to do all the stroking with her lips.
At first, she moved with such a fine slowness up and down my prick that I thought I was going to faint. It was like she was barely touching the skin, but breathing heavily enough on it for me to feel it. Then, as her speed increased, so did the pressure she exerted with her lips. More and more she rode, and tighter and tighter became her lips.
As I started spurting my juices into her mouth, she reached underneath me and grabbed my ass. Pulling my prick even farther into her sweet mouth, Linda took-' it all. A small amount dribbled from the corner of her mouth, and she even licked that away. When I had finally shot my entire load, Linda licked every part of my genitals, cleaning me off and making me 'good as new.' "There," she said, holding my cock firmly against her shock of red cunt hair, "let's relax a little and try something different, okay?"
After a round of drinks, we fucked. We fucked after that and then fucked again. I stabbed her in the ass, I stabbed her in her sweet cunt, and then I let her sit on top of me and use my pole like a plaything. After it was all over, and my balls ached like someone had cut them off, I gave her another hundred dollars.
She led me out the back door, and told me to make sure I came back again. Then she slipped me her phone number and told me to call her anytime I got lonesome.
I was feeling real fine, better than I had in months. But as I stepped on the gas and started out towards home, the deepest depression I had ever experienced set in. I was coming down from extreme pleasure and the only thing I could think about was Susan.
When I arrived home, Sue was asleep as usual. I paced around the house, thinking and becoming more and more depressed. I even went so far as to pull out our old wedding pictures and look through those glossy prints of happier days. I began to realize that poor Sue had been suffering, too, and that there was something which ran deeply through her that prevented her from enjoying sex. I made a determination to discover what that thing was.
I began reading sex manual after sex manual, trying to find a clue. They were very informative, and taught me things I hadn't even dreamed of. But nowhere was there anything which might have helped her. The strange thing about all this was the fact that after that one, heavy night with Linda, I began losing interest in sex. I still had her phone number, and knew that luscious body was mine for the asking anytime I so desired. But I became so wrapped up in my research that I never even bothered to call. It was about this time that I had my first experience with my dog, Angel.
It was late one evening. I was in the library, reading. Susan was upstairs in the bedroom, and I thought, asleep. Angel had been in heat for about a day, and I paid no particular attention to her except keeping her inside and away from the neighborhood studs.
Well, Angel was in a very dangerous mood. She moved up against my leg and began rubbing her vagina against my bare skin. I was wearing a pair of shorts, and the feeling of her warm cunt against my bare skin began to excite me.
I tried to push her away, but she wouldn't budge. It was kind of strange, and I laughed at myself for getting turned on by the damn animal. But the more I tried to get rid of her, the more she pushed back against me. By this time, I had an erection and the tip of my prick was pushing through the fly in my shorts. I hadn't been so turned on since that night with Linda, and I seriously began considering going into the bathroom and beating myself off.
But Angel seemed to have other ideas. Her head was moving up my leg, and she began licking at my shorts, hitting my balls as though she knew exactly what she was doing. I was fascinated, and let her do whatever she wanted.
I tugged at my shorts, deciding to see just how this scene could go, and exposed my cock and balls to her. She licked my stem, easily and languidly, as though we were two, exhausted lovers having a little fun after a hard night of fucking.
Then the damn dog turned around and placed her vagina up against my prong, moving her ass up and down along the stem. I couldn't believe that this was happening to me, but also I couldn't stop because it felt so good. Then I decided to try it, you know, just to see what in hell it felt like.
I got up and stood behind her, I lowered myself so that my cock was aimed up towards her vagina. Slowly, easily, I pushed myself inside. She seemed to tighten around my shaft immediately, holding my prick inside herself.
We struggled with each other but finally I became the dominant one. I held her at her thighs and began pumping into her like crazy. I felt that there was nothing I could do that would damage her, and threw myself into this fuck with more vigor than I had ever had in my life.
As I shot my load into that dog's cunt, I saw Susan. She was standing by the doorway watching us. Her face was rapt, and she was totally naked. Her hand was up between her legs and she was going after herself in the most beautiful of ways. I shuddered with excitement because it was the first time I had ever seen her anywhere near sexual release. I stayed inside the dog, pretending to fuck her again, all the while watching Susan do it to herself. She hadn't realized that I was watching and was really going at it.
She threw herself around towards the doorjamb, and wrapped her leg around the wood. Her cunt was planted up against the hard surface and she rocked up and down, her fingers working all the time deep inside that blond cunt. Then, she took her breast and held it up to her mouth. She sucked on her nipples, looking as though she would bite the damn thing off.
Her breathing grew heavier and heavier, and finally, her entire body began shaking with force of her orgasm. She slowly slid down the doorjamb, and lay spread eagled on the carpet, her legs spread wide apart and her hand between them.
"Oooooh ... ahhhhhh ... oooooh!!!" She cried, twisting and writhing like I had never thought possible. I pulled out from Angel and walked over to her. Believe it or not, it was the first time we were naked in each other's presence since that fateful night of our honeymoon.
"Baby, you all right?" I asked, kneeling down beside her.
"You were fantastic, darling, I mean, watching you did something to me."
It certainly had. Her body was flushed with excitement, and for the first time in my life, she had looked like a woman. I stroked her body, and she actually guided my hand down to her pubis and rested it there. I stroked the finely sculptured lips of her cunt, but never went inside. It was enough for me to just look at her shiny, naked body sprawled like that on the carpet of our home.
We both went back upstairs, leaving Angel to her own devices down in the library. We took a shower together, and Susan actually held my penis in her hand. Suddenly, she had opened up, and she was even interested in the prick. She examined it, held it at different angles, and felt every part of me.
"It's not as frightening as I thought" "You only remember what I did to you that first night, things are different, now."
"Yes, but we'll have to move slowly ... okay?"
I agreed readily. I never dreamt that we would even get as far as standing naked together in a shower. But here we were, and there was developing in my mind a future, and time that included both Susan and myself. And all because I had become perverse enough, or horny enough, to fuck that dog!
Susan was becoming interested, but she was still afraid. At least, we had both progressed to the point where she would show me her naked body. It was still the greatest body I had ever seen, and the more I praised it, the more confident she became. One night, we were both sitting naked on the bed, talking when she asked me to do something.
"Would you do it to yourself?"
"I don't know, honey," I replied, "I mean, wouldn't that bring back bad memories?"
"No, I want to see if I can't erase those things ... you know, change them around in my mind."
She curled up near the headboard, bringing her legs up to her chin and waited for me to start. It was kind of embarrassing as I took my cock into my hand and began stroking myself.
"It's fun to watch it grow" she said, her eyes never leaving my hard prick. I stroked and stroked and then finally came. The white stuff shot across the bed and much of it landed on her legs. But she wasn't upset, and even took some and tasted it.
Then on another night, we went another step further. This time, the dog was in the bedroom and Susan was laying naked above the covers. I was standing above her and we were joking around and talking. Then Angel jumped up onto the bed and began licking Susan's toes. The dog moved up her legs like she had with me. I kept quiet, and Susan seemed fascinated.
"Come here, baby, come to momma ..."
Then Susan spread her legs and pulled the dog's head up to her cunt. The dog took to her sweet juices instantly, lapping up those fine liquids and seemingly enjoying every minute of it. Susan was writhing on the bed, throwing her legs apart then pulling them in again around the animal's head. I was becoming insanely jealous, and I desperately wanted to get where that dog was. But we were moving slowly, and whatever strange desires Susan seemed to have were better than no desires at all. I watched, my prick growing, while my dog ate out my wife.
As Susan came, she called out to me.
"Put it inside ... hurry!" she yelled, pushing the dog away and spreading herself for me.
I gazed down at her teeming cunt, moist and warm, the pink lips swollen and pulsating. I pulled her skin back and found her pearl. I touched it gently, and she cried out.
"Please, Burt, give me your prick ... c'mon, honey, hurry!"
This was a different woman, another being whom I would not have recognized. But she was becoming the woman I had dreamed about, and the warm happiness which flowed through me was indescribable.
I placed the tip of my prick up against the opening of her vagina and began easing myself inside. She was warm and tight, and her lips parted as I pushed deeper and deeper inside.
"Oh God, come all the way inside! It feels so fucking good!"
She drew her legs back and wrapped them around my back. Throwing her pelvis up towards me, she gave all of herself to my driving prick. I pushed all the way in, and then withdrew a little, then plunged back in. With each movement, she seemed to shudder with absolute excitement.
'Fuck me, baby, fuck me for all you're worth!!!"
I drove, and began slamming inside. Our bellies hit like two pistons as I drove like a ramrod inside. She moved with me, returning each thrust with her own. She was clawing at my back, and I could feel her nails driving into my skin. When I felt her vagina begin to pulsate, I let go. Together, we clenched into the abyss as we both shuddered and cried out in ecstasy. It was the most incredible fuck I had ever had, and it had happened with the one woman I thought I would never make love to. After it was all over, and we were both resting naked on the bed, Susan kissed me on the ear, then drove her tongue in delicate circles inside.
"You know" she whispered, pushing her belly against my leg, "there's so much to learn...."
We had just begun.
As time went on Susan and I became more and more involved with exploring the various aspects of sex. We were like two, hungry children who hadn't seen food in such a long time that we forgot what it even looked like. Nothing was left behind, we went into every possible phase. Our bodies became our world, and everything was a potential delight.
Some nights, we would just lie around and play with each other. She would hold my prick and talk about it. I would bury my head between her legs and lick up her sweet juices. Nudity became a way of life for us. And as soon as we came home from some function, we would strip and do everything naked. Susan even began going outside during the night hours, walking around naked and just kind of seeing how it felt. The storm was unleashed, and we were continually seeking new ways in which to satisfy each other.
I remember one night when we were driving home from a party. We were on the freeway and it was fairly empty because of the lateness of the hour. "I think I'll take off my clothes." she said, suddenly pulling down her dress over her breasts.
I told her I thought she was crazy, but she only laughed. - She lifted her hips and pulled the dress completely off, then struggled with her panties and within a moment was sitting next to me in the nude.
"Oh wow, honey, I wonder if anyone can see me?"
She was sprawled out, and her legs were spread apart She looked sexier than I had ever seen her, and I was throbbing beneath my pants.
A truck roared by us, and Susan reached behind her and turned on the overhead light. The driver looked down into our car and saw my beautiful naked wife spread-eagled on the seat next to me.
"He saw me! He saw my cunt, my tits ... everything!"
Susan was changing so fast that I began to fear that I wouldn't be able to keep up with her. She then reached across the seat and began undoing my pants. Within a moment, she had my prick out and was putting her mouth to it. I tried to stay on the road while she sucked me off, writhing nakedly across the seat. I came in her mouth, and she moaned as she swallowed my come.
"Oh yeah!" she cried. "Everything goes... I've waited a long time for this ... I mean, everything!!!"
She refused to dress, and we rode through town with her sitting naked in the car.
When we arrived back at the house, she walked from the street into the front door without bothering to cover herself. Inside, she immediately went to the dog and placed the hungry animals head between her legs.
"Lick me, you beast, come eat me out!!!"
She straddled a chair, and the dog licked her cunt out with affectionate fervor.
It was at this point that I realized things had gone too far. My wife was out of my control, and was doing everything possible to find pleasure for herself. It wasn't only the fact that she had become attached to the dog like that, but other things as well. As time passed, she grew more reckless and I knew I was losing her.
One day, we went to the beach. Susan had bought a very tiny bikini and wanted to wear it. When we got out onto the sand, she took off the bra and walked around with her breasts exposed for everyone to see. I kept telling her to put it back on, but she refused. Finally, she became so angered that she pulled off her panties and lay naked.
Everyone on that beach made their way by her, digging on her sweet little ass and trying to time their pass so that she would roll over and give them a shot of her golden cunt. Susan obliged, and even went so far as to spread her legs and reveal everything she could.
Then one night she came home and told me she had taken on five men at the same time. After that, she said, she had fucked a male dog and given a blow job to a donkey. At this time, I knew we would have to separate. But I also realized that her own sexuality was blooming. She had led a very repressed childhood and was just now reacting sexually. Her belated explosion was to be condoned for this reason. At least, I felt that way about it and told her so. She agreed with me and understood what I had been saying.
Susan and I keep in touch with each other constantly. We will probably someday get back together. She must go through the various stages of her sexual maturation, and she could not do that if I were around.
I suppose I made a very great number of mistakes with her, but there is also the fact that her explosion would have taken place no matter what I did. I feel that at least she is developing and growing and not missing out on the greatest pleasure in life. If she had been nothing for the rest of our years, I do not think I would have desired her. The way it turned out, with her leaving and everything, it was at least a step towards her own fulfillment as a woman.
SUMMARY
Burt went through a situation in which many husbands find themselves. Alfred Kinsey showed us that women mature sexually at a much later date then do men. According to the Kinsey findings, men reach sexual maturity, or at least the height of their potency, at age seventeen. Women, on the other hand, do not reach that pinnacle until they are well into their twenties. In Burt's case, his wife displayed this phenomena but with a strong element added. She had suffered through a sexually repressive childhood, and thus had been sublimated even more in her sexual life.
As he realized later on, Burt had suffered himself because of many puritanical and false beliefs he held in regards to sex. His own failure to masturbate, which may have eliminated his sexual intercourse with his dog, obviously dates back to a subconscious fear which had probably been instilled in him as a child. The eventual relationship with the animal came about as a result of extreme sexual frustration and not, like in many other cases, as some kind of subliminal worship syndrome.
On the other hand, Susan had relations with the animal and this acted more as a release of her own sexual ego than as a substitution. For her, the original act of watching her husband, equated with an animal by having intercourse with it, allowed her to separate herself from those desires in herself which she feared. That animal side, or the baser instincts, which flowed within her, scared her. To relate herself to her husband in that manner was impossible. But seeing him in the act with the dog finally gave her an out; a point from which to declare herself superior.
From this vantage point, then, she was able to develop and explore her own feelings without having the age-old stigma of succumbing to animal emotions preventing her explorations. With this breakthrough, Susan was then able to let herself go and make an attempt to satisfy her strong sexual desires which had obviously been lying dormant for years.
Fortunately, for both Burt and Susan, Burt understood what had taken place inside his wife. He was ready to allow her to find herself through her search for sexual fulfillment. His lack of outright jealousy and concern might have caused Susan to become victorious in her battle against guilt and repression.
Since the time of the interview, I have spoken with Burt a number of times. According to his reports, Susan is about ready to move back and they are both ready to resume their marriage. Burt has told me also that Susan has found her own sexual maturity, and is ready to join society as a woman. In this case, the normally condemning act of bestiality led to happiness and fulfillment instead of social ostracism and guilt.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Glenda S.'s story of sexual involvement with animals began when she was but a teenager. Her life at that time, and because of one traumatic night, a twist that would direct her actions until the time of this interview when she was nineteen years of age.
It is not because of her looks that Glenda is a loner. She is tall with golden blond hair and a striking body. Her blue eyes light up with a lively air when she speaks of things she loves and then smolder into a darkness when she remembers those things which cause her pain. During the time I sat with her, taping this interview, I found within this young girl a strong potential for success. I did not believe, upon leaving her, that she was destined to spend the remainder of her days alone.
Born and raised on a small farm in Northern California, Glenda left home when she was fourteen. The reasons for her departure, and the ensuing love she found for animals, will be revealed in her own words. This statement provides us with a concise case where sexual trauma can affect a human being and change the course of their life.
I lived with my mother and stepfather in our small house on the farm. We never saw other people because we were so far from the nearest town. My mother is a good woman, but when my real father left her, she married Jack. Jack was a bastard, and I knew of things that he did to my mother, like cheating on her, that I could never bear to tell her. I guess what I have become is a result of what Jack did to me one hot, summer night. That was the night before I left home.
I was fourteen at the time, and my body was really starting to bloom. I was pretty happy with my looks, and knew that I would have large, full breasts and good legs. I figured that because of that, and with a little education, I would be able to make some kind of living on my own and leave that place. That night was at the end of summer, and it was very hot. Mom and Jack had gone out dancing and drinking, you know, and I figured they wouldn't be home until much later. There was this boy named Eddie who really liked me, and I liked him. We made plans for him to come over after my parents had left.
When he got to the house, they were gone. We sat and talked for a while, then listened to records. During a Johnny Mathis song, he leaned over and began kissing me. I had been kissed before, but never like that. He put his tongue inside my mouth and circled around in there, you know, kind of touching me everywhere. I was feeling very strange, afraid I guess, and he told me to 'just relax.' Then he began touching me. He put his hand on my breast and kind of pushed himself up against me. I could, uh, feel his hardness beneath his pants and that really got me kind of interested. I mean, I knew what boys had down there, but had never seen it or touched it. I suppose at the time I was kind on innocently curious ... as most girls are.
"Do you like them?" I asked him as he stroked my tits.
"I'd like to see them ... please?"
I guess I blushed. I unbuttoned my blouse and let him slide it off my shoulders. He was real gentle, and I really trusted him. I didn't want to fuck, at least not so soon, but on the other hand, I certainly wanted to go farther than just kissing.
"Take off your bra."
"Alright, but just for a little while." He couldn't unsnap the hook, so I reached behind me and undid it. The straps fell back and the material kind of just hung there on my breasts. They were large and even and I could support any kind of dress or bra on them. When Eddie pulled the white lace off, I felt a chill go through me like I was shooting up off the couch. Just having him sitting there staring at my breasts really gave me a thrill.
"They're beautiful!" His voice was choked, and he was breathing heavily. Every time he moved, I managed to sneak a look towards his groin where he bulged out like crazy.
"Kiss them, Eddie..."
He put his mouth to them, kissing and biting my nipples. They began aching, and I had to push his head into me so that the ache wasn't so bad. He played with my tits for a while, then asked me if I wanted to take off the rest of my clothes.
"Promise you won't do anything, I mean ... you know?"
He promised and I believed him. While he sat on the couch, I stood up and pulled off my jeans. All I wore then were my panties, and I knew he could see my hair, you know, through them. They were pretty sheer.
"Now you ... I want to see you, too."
Now Eddie stood up. I watched closely as he tugged off his clothes. When he got down to his underwear, I felt myself growing very excited. He managed to pull the band over his penis, and the thing was hard and huge and straight I gasped when it bounced out from his belly and pointed straight at me.
"It's really big, Eddie!" I exclaimed, staring like a dumb child.
"Take off your panties..."
I pulled down the white panties and stepped out of them. When the warmth of the evening hit my pussy, I shivered. It was something else to be standing there, completely naked and with an excited man right there across from me.
"Could I touch it?" I asked him, wanting desperately to feel his prick. Eddie nodded eagerly and stepped towards me. I reached out and put one finger along the staff, about right in the middle of the length.
"It feels like cement!"
Eddie laughed and I felt like a stupid kid who didn't know anything.
"It gets that way when I'm excited. Do you know where it Goes?"
I had a vague idea, and I had even fingered myself once or twice to find out. My vagina, where I placed my finger, used to get real wet and juicy. Now, as I began stroking Eddie it was getting that way again.
"It goes in here." He had his hand up between my thighs, and his fingers were pulling apart my lips. I felt like I would faint as he slid one finger up inside, then another. But all this time, I was pulling on his cock. I felt his prick begin to throb and he began to shake.
"I'm sorry, Glenda ..." His semen was shooting out of his prick and landing on my belly. It was kind of exciting watching him come like that, and I was learning a lot about what happened.
I told him it was all right and he seemed really relieved about it. I dug the whole thing, watching his prick shudder and knowing I had turned him on like that. I was beginning to feel like a woman, and the feeling was good.
It was getting late that night, and I told Eddie that he would have to leave. We made plans to see each other the next day and do some more 'exploring' as we were calling it then. We kissed long and hard, and I felt like I was falling in love or something. But that would be the last time I ever saw Eddie. I didn't think it would ever end as I went back into my bedroom and crawled into bed naked.
I fell asleep after masturbating myself for a while. I had managed to get two fingers inside, and was feeling real fine. By the time I got myself real exhausted, it was late and I fell asleep, dreaming about Eddie and his hard, pink rod standing out there like it had earlier that night.
I didn't hear Jack when he first came in. When I finally awoke, he was crawling into the bed next to me, his breath smelling of foul whiskey and his prick hard as a rock.
"Shut up and don't say a fucking word, you little whore!"
I was shaking I was so afraid. He had his hand over my mouth. He was naked, and his cock seemed huge, like twice the size of Eddie's. Then I began feeling like I was falling into some kind of nightmare. Everything began swimming around me.
"I'm going to fuck you like you've never been fucked before, little girl! After me, there won't be a bastard in the world who could give it to you!!!"
Then he grabbed my legs and tore them apart. I was underneath him and could feel the hot tip of his cock searching around for my opening. He found it, and with one, terrifying plunge, he threw himself inside. It felt like my entire body was splitting apart, like a split was running up my back and through my skull. He pumped and lunged inside until he finally shot his load. Then he rolled his fucking body off me, got dressed and left the room.
It was a daze. I mean, there was no way I could tell who I was or what I was doing. I didn't remember Eddie or anything about what had happened before Jack had stuck his huge, fucking prick inside me. I felt like some other person, like there was nothing left of me, either inside or in my body. I decided to leave because there was no way I could face my mother and I figured if I saw Jack again, I would probably kill him.
I hit the road at dawn, and started hitching my way towards San Francisco. This guy in a pickup truck stopped and picked me up. I could tell what he wanted, and what he thought he was going to get. It was like overnight I had changed into another kind of person, suspecting everyone for wanting the worst. We drove in silence for a couple of minutes, then he turned towards me and smiled.
"Want to go all the way in?"
I told him that I did.
"Well, it's pretty far out of my way, you know."
I knew it was coming and had to make a decision. I really didn't care about this time, and was ready for anything. I smiled as coyly as I knew how, and lifted up my sweater. I hadn't bothered to put on a bra, and I gave him a good view of my breasts.
"Well, well, that's much better. Now, I think I can make the drive."
That sounded pretty good, but then another thought crossed my mind. I had left my home without money, and was flat broke. I figured that I could probably get something out of him if I played with him a little.
"For a little money, mister, I'll make that ride worth while."
"I've got a hundred dollars I'm willing to part with if you show me a good time."
That was more than I expected. I waited until he had fished the money out of his pocket, then began undressing. When I was naked, I let his eyes roam Over my body. He seemed real pleased by me, and I could see that he was sexually excited. "You've got one terror of a body, little girl, come over here and let me see more."
I scooted across the seat and pushed myself up against him. Then, I threw my leg on the dashboard and gave him a good shot of my cunt. He put his hand there and began rubbing me. I groaned and moaned, trying to pretend that it felt good, but all the time thinking of Jack and his hairy prick.
"Get my thing out, baby, and I'll show you what it's about!"
I unzipped his pants and felt around in there until I had his hard staff in my hand. I pulled it out and examined the red, swollen tip.
"You're so big, mister, I've never seen anything like you!"
"That's my girl!!!"
He was really happy as I stroked and fondled his nuts, then rode my hand up and down his prick, exclaiming my admiration for his tool. Then, I leaned down and put my mouth to it. I had never done this before and really didn't know how to blow him. All I did was to put my mouth around him, and move up and down on him. He came really quickly, and shot his stuff into my throat. I thought I would gag to death as that stuff kept pouring into my mouth.
"Take it all, baby, take everything I can give you..."
I tried real hard, and when he was done, he seemed real happy about my performance. He continued to touch me, and began putting his finger inside me. I was getting turned on by him, but at the same time, I kept thinking about what had happened the night before. The revulsion I felt was too much, so it didn't last too long. We drove on into San Francisco, I sitting naked and allowing him to paw me all the way. Finally, he dropped me off downtown and I was alone with one hundred dollars in my pockets.
San Francisco was empty. It seemed like everyone had taken off some place. I was pretty scared, figuring that if some rapist didn't get me, then the police would. I walked the streets for hours, then ran into a guy named Frank Funk. That was what he called himself.
Frank Funk lived in a small apartment near Golden Gate Park with his dog, Mutt. He was kind of a strange guy and didn't seem at all interested in me as a sexual object. I mean, he took me to his place and went to sleep, telling me that I could sleep either on the couch or in the bed with him. Before he went to bed, he walked around naked for a while, but never got hard or made a pass at me. Finally, I decided to sleep with him and crawled naked into bed beside him.
But we slept. And that was all we did. He didn't try and touch me or anything. There was nothing happening and he seemed content to just sleep. I'll tell you, I was relieved and happy for about the first time in weeks. I felt like I had finally met someone I liked.
The next day, Frank took off for work. I think he worked down by the wharf or something, but he didn't say exactly. I stayed inside the apartment because outside it was raining and cold. Mutt and I were left alone together and this was to be the first time I would ever make it with an animal.
I was walking around in the nude, examining myself in the mirror and figuring that I could make a good living as a whore. My breasts seemed to get larger every day, and my cunt really looked inviting. I knew there would be a good market for me, all I had to do was figure out how to find it. - At one point, I had my leg propped up on a chair and I was looking up my own twat. I was pulling my lips apart and starting to get real turned on when up came Mutt. He walked right between my legs and began sniffing around my cunt. Then, he put his cold nose up there and I felt a great shiver run down my spine.
I was half scared and half egging him on. He was a friendly dog, and we had liked each other immediately. Now, Mutt was licking my crack, and his tongue was going in further each time. I held on to the chair and pulled his head tighter against my cunt. I wanted his tongue all the way inside me, and I opened myself so that maybe he could get there. But I guess, as I look back now, it was my clit that he was touching and licking. And, my orgasm was great because of that. I mean, my body exploded and that fucking dog kept after me until it was all over.
I sensed that he knew what he was doing, and looked forward to making it again with him.
About an hour after the dog ate me out, I took him onto the bed with me. I began playing with his cock, trying to get it hard and kind of see what would happen. I had no idea about exactly what I was going to do, but I knew I wanted to do something with him.
Well, the dog's cock began to grow as I played with it. While this was happening, he was licking my nipples and really beginning to make me ache all over. When he was hard, black and smooth, I knelt underneath him and put my mouth to him. I thought this kind of strange, but for some reason, I was losing all my inhibitions about what was right or wrong.
The more I sucked on the dog, the more excited he got. He was kind of humping me right there, in my mouth and everything, and I decided that I wanted to try and get him between my legs.
I twisted myself underneath him and threw my legs up over his back. He licked my tits for a while, then kind of naturally began searching for my hole with his prick. I reached under him and took the huge prong, placing it right at the opening of my vagina. Well, that fucking dog just rammed inside me, squeezing that knot of his right through my lips and jarring me right out of sight.
Mutt humped me for a good fifteen minutes before he finally came. I was also on the verge, but didn't make it ... at least that time. After he was finished, he tried to pull out but that bump in the middle of his prick kept him inside me. I thought I would die or something because it seemed like we would be trapped like that for hours. Frank wasn't due home for another five hours, and I couldn't imagine this dog's prick inside me for that long. No way!
But finally his hard on grew soft and he was able to pull out. I was really relieved and began kissing him all over the place. When I put my lips back on his prick, it began to grow again. I quickly withdrew my mouth and let him eat me out until I came in a flood of emotions. It was the happiest sex I had ever had.
It was strange as I sat naked with that dog. I tried to put myself into a mood where I would be ashamed of what I had done. I mean, making it with a dog and everything seemed like the most unnatural thing anyone could ever do. But things just didn't seem to make any more difference to me. I looked back and remembered the rules and ethics my parents had taught me, and then looked back once again to that night when my step-father raped me. It didn't add up, I mean, all their talk and false values and everything. They were telling me one thing while all the time that bastard was planning to get inside me! No, I even began to feel that making it with the dog was the best thing I could do. I mean, that animal had never done anything to me, and I figured that he wouldn't either.
I spent the entire afternoon thinking about this and when Frank finally came back, I was in a pretty strange mood. He was happy that I had stayed, and began cooking some dinner for both of us. As we ate, I tried to feel him out on what was bothering me.
"Frank" I said, really scared, "what do you think of people and animals?"
He laughed, forking in a mouthful of food, "I think they go well together."
'No, I mean in other ways .. . you know, when say, a girl and a dog. .."
"You mean you fucked with old Mutt?"
He was laughing like crazy, thinking it was the funniest thing he had ever heard. But instead of getting angry, I felt better about it then I had before.
"C'mon Glenda, tell me, have you made it with my dog?"
"Yes ... I even put my mouth to his, uh, you know..."
"Prick?"
"Yeah, that's where I put it."
"Well baby," said Frank, getting serious, "there's nothing wrong with that. I mean, people do that kind of thing all the time and they don't burn on the streets for it. Know what I mean?"
He was good about the whole thing, and made me feel better. After dinner, I felt like sucking him off. I guess the reason I suddenly wanted to do something for him was because of the fact that he didn't put me down for what I had done with the dog.
He was in the shower and I came into the bathroom. I pulled back the curtain, and looked at his naked body with his cock hanging there.
"Let me wash it for you."
"Alright, but watch out 'cause you're dealing with high explosives."
I took the soap, lathered it up, and began washing down his prick. The more I touched it, the larger it got. It grew until it was sticking out towards me. I then began jacking him off, pulling easily on his large, erect meat.
"Hurry" he said, his breath growing shorter, "put your mouth on it.. . blow me!"
I got into the tub with the water running down my back and seeping along the crack in my ass. I took his prick, looked at it for a second, then wrapped my mouth around it. It tasted like soap, and was slimy and sticky like a snake. I licked and sucked on it, and he kept pushing my head further onto his cock, trying, I think, to get me to swallow the whole thing.
"Suck it, baby, suck it all the way!!!"
I reached around the back of him and put my fingers up his asshole. He clenched me like maybe he was going to fall, but managed to stand upright. Then, he came. It was like a flood or something and I had to spit some of it out into the tub. He seemed to never stop, but just kept shooting that stuff out and all over me. Finally, he shuddered one last time and was through.
"Oh, baby, that was great!"
He stood me up next to him and ran his hands all over my body. He pinched my nipples and rubbed my wet cunt. Then he lowered himself onto the floor and buried his head between my legs. I put one leg onto the side of the tub, and Frank dipped his tongue into my crack. He found my clit and began circling it with the tip of his tongue, then jammed aside my lips and went even further inside. He was lapping up my juices while I pulled his head towards my cunt, trying to get him to go even deeper.
"Oh God" I screamed as I felt myself begin to come, "suck me ... get inside ... lick me!!!"
As my vagina began pulsating and throbbing with the force of my orgasm, I practically drowned him in my juices. I wrapped my legs around his head, still trying to get his mouth even further inside me. It was a glorious experience, and he did his thing well.
Frank and I began fucking all the time. We would ball maybe two, three times a day. When he went to work, I would either jack off Mutt or blow him, just to stay friends with him. I guess I still didn't trust Frank, and wanted to make sure that there was still someone, even if it was a dog, who I could trust.
Then one day, Frank left. He didn't say much, just called from work and told me that he had to go. I didn't understand why, and begged him to stay. But he said there was really no chance.
I found out later that he had a wife and two kids, and had decided to go back to them.
Well, that was the end of my normal sex life. Frank was probably the only man who I could have made it with for any extended period of time and now, he was gone. I sat alone in that apartment until the money ran out, making love with Mutt and trying to figure out what to do. It wasn't difficult to realize that the only way I could support myself was to become a whore. That very night, I started walking the streets, giving head to guys in alleyways and sometimes going to motel rooms with them. I was young and pretty with a wild body and it was easy for me to make a score.
Since that time, I have lived with Mutt. My only real sexual release is with that dog. Whenever I'm with a man, I tighten up and seem to relive that night with Jack. I suppose that someday it will work itself out of my mind. I hope so because I know that I cannot continue to live the way I have been for the last couple of years. I really don't want to spend the rest of my life this way, and for that reason I think that someday it will change.
SUMMARY
Glenda S. is a typical example of how trauma, early in life, can affect the personality and actions of the victim later on and through- out the years. Because of the brutal rape of her stepfather, Glenda could not have sex in the normal way. What is most tragic about her background and that event in particular was the fact that she was just beginning to learn about her own sexuality with Eddie. That sweet, healthy beginning, seemingly entered upon by two young and intelligent people became an obliterated memory after the rape. Everything that she had felt during the time before Jack decomposed into the bitterness and hatred she felt for what probably amounts to all men.
Frank provided her with a release because of his own personal situation. It seems now that he probably was just on a lark, knowing that he had a wife and kids to return home to. This distance allowed Glenda to perform and try and pick up her own sexual growth patterns.
The existence of the dog is another factor in this case which can be directly attributed to the incident with her father. The animal provided the girl with a thwarted sense of her own sexuality while at the same time giving her a sense of security and loyalty which she obviously craved. Her own statement concerning what may have been moral thoughts on her activities reveals the strength with which the rape forced her own attitudes and self-image.
Indeed, Glenda was forced into another world because of one violent and unthinking act on the part of her step-father. But this is not the end for her because she seemed to instinctively under- stand what it is she has to do. She knows that she needs time, time to clear those feelings and prejudices from her mind. Time to establish herself as her own human being and thus to forget the affect of the past. If society allows her to act out her way as a prostitute and animal lover without condemning her into the dungeons of the social outcast, then she does have a fine chance of finding love with a man in her life. If, however, society does throw her literally to the dogs, Glenda will have a fight on her hands that will take every once ounce of strength and courage on her part just to break even.
GENERAL SUMMARY
This book has been dedicated to those who have come to act out one of societies most sacred taboos-bestiality. Their plight is one which will not be accepted within the mainstream, as has homosexuality, for quite some time. But their plight does represent some indication as to what lies ahead, and as to the reasons why this condition exists at all.
There has arisen, through the study of the previous cases, certain patterns which are worth noting. Bestiality is a sexual activity which seems to have some great degree of motivation behind it. Early sexologists declared that persons who engaged in this sexual taboo were only 'degenerate' and nothing more. But as we have seen, the answer is just not that simple.
The occult aspect of bestiality seems to have become a somewhat dominant theme throughout many of the cases. The worship of the animal as the 'devil', or the baser instincts of nature, seems to prevail among many who engage in acts of bestiality as a cathartic exercise. Why this condition exists in the first place may be due to any number of prior elements affecting the sexual personality of the people involved. In most cases, there seems to be a great deal of sexual repression, not so much in action as in mental attitude. Science has shown us that many sexual ailments are the results of mental blocks which the victim may possess. There are many cases of women who are mentally frigid yet engage in hundreds of 'promiscuous' activities. This then, the actions of the individual, do not necessarily indicate the total sexual capability. The mental makeup is certainly of more importance than mere action. Thus, we must search deeper than the act of bestiality to find some kind of answer.
Western Civilization has taught us to believe in a 'Devil', or the free wheeling actions which result from out instincts. There is no argument that a certain social control should be exercised by the individual, and that he should maintain a check of those activities which have the potential of harm towards his fellow man. But in this search for social stability, there also arises the potential of complete repression .. . the stifling of all instinctual behavior. In many cases where this has happened, there develops a cer- tain perverse and distorted worship of anything which has not been so conditioned. In the case of the 'devil cult', where having sex with an animal was the ultimate 'sacrilege' against society, we see evidence of this condition. It is a very unfortunate situation that results in this kind of behavior, but one that, nonetheless, does exist throughout the world.
In simpler examples of bestiality, there arise natural human desires which, because of either early trauma or conditioned repulsion, we see young women turning to animals for friendship and sexual gratification. For many, the guilt factor enters when they have broken through the barriers of their teachings when they originally have sex with a man. Because of the psychic trauma experienced by them at this time, they revert to a self-image of total and complete degeneracy. Instead of looking upon their actions as normal and healthy ones, they have been taught to respect 'people who do those kind of things' as degenerated, amoral and inhuman. Thus, the move from human sexuality to that which involves animals becomes justified in their minds. The loneliness and self-imposed social ostracism which results then provides them with the proper atmosphere in which to begin their life of bestiality.
Another aspect of bestiality, and the conditions which may lead to its practice, exists as a result of the mass media and the saleability of sex. In our culture, many people are affected by the desires and wishes of others. Because of the existence of the mass media, and the tremendous need for entertainment which exists throughout the world, many are involved in sexually taboo acts which may have never crossed their paths. In considering this aspect, however, we must not place too much blame on the mass media. There is within people a certain amount of free will. That is, they do have the choice of rejecting the potential which might be offered to them if, say, they were to be filmed making love to a donkey. On the other hand, the existence of the opportunity does provide them with a situation in which to engage in these kinds of activities.
Our society has become aware of the sexual condition as never before in the history of mankind. Through the eyes of science, and the feelings of our artists, we are beginning to unravel the tremendous web that is human nature. In doing this, we must be prepared to face conditions which may seem uncomfortable and perverse. But because these acts are performed by people throughout the world, their existence must not be relegated to a low rumble of secrecy beneath societies' illuminated layers.
If we can begin to understand the motivations and conditions which strive to promote the relationship between an animal and a human, we might be able to realize the same as it pertains to the human-human relationship. In this day and age, there can be no goal worth more than this.
