As a psychiatrist specializing in problems of a sexual nature, it has been part of my work to hear some rather unusual stories dealing with all types of sexual perversions ranging from incest to homosexuality to some forms so rare that medical science has yet to give them a name and classification.
This particular volume of case histories concerns the sexual exploits of teenaged girls and animals. For some reason, it seems that teenaged girls are more susceptible to sexual perversion than older women and this is probably due to a rather inexperienced and impressionable mind that will eventually expand with the passing years. One rarely gets a person coming in for treatment of a perversion such as bestiality over the age of thirty-seven, thirty-six seeming to be something of a cut-off date. And of the persons that I have spoken to on the subject in my office, a vast majority of them are under the age of twenty-two.
The largest concentration of this condition is in girls between the ages of fourteen and eighteen, but there are always exceptions. One of the girls in this book, Cora L., for example, was only thirteen when she came to see me.
And there seems to be no special class of person affected, either. One of the histories involves Marsha C., a very highly paid fashion model who has been seen on countless TV commercials and the reader would no doubt recognize her if he were to see her. Charlotte M. comes from a very wealthy background. And the aforementioned Cora L. has lived in an orphanage since she can remember. Yet all of these girls are turned on sexually by various animals. They would rather have their orgasm with a four-footed creature than a two-footed one and they were all willing to undergo treatment to rid themselves of this frightening condition that they were afflicted by.
All girls have grown older since they first came to see me and some have continued the treatment successfully while others have not. Still others have not quite understood the seriousness of their problem and just never came back for their session.
But all girls did recognize the need for professional help and they sought it out when their condition became too much for them. If nothing else, this book should provide an inspiration for many as well as enlightenment.
CASE NUMBER ONE - MARSHA C.
INTERVIEW ONE:
Marsha was referred to me by a friend of hers who was concerned about the feelings of tremendous guilt and the suicidal tendencies Marsha displayed after being separated from her husband Roy, yet she refused to admit that Roy was the reason for her feeling as she had been more than happy to be rid of him. Her friend believed that Marsha was trying to convince herself all that because she didn't want to face up to the reality of a failed marriage. It was her hope that a visit with me would change all that and perhaps the truth would come out in discussion.
Marsha was a very attractive girl in her late teens with dark brown hair and strong eyes that almost pierced holes in the person she spoke to. She also had a beautiful figure and I was not surprised to learn at all that she was a model. She had, in fact, met her husband when they did a cigarette commercial together and hit it off rather well.
She didn't seem tremendously nervous about seeing me for the first time and she held a slight air of superiority over the entire session, almost as if she knew that being there would make things something of a lark for the day.
What follows is a transcription of the interview.
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Well, I'm here. Never let it be said that I'm late, I mean, I'm a successful model because they knew I'd be there right when they wanted to start. So keep that in mind.
I know that Gloria came in to speak to you last Monday because she told me she had been in and she's marvelous about telling people what they want to know and that is a marvelous trait that you find in so few people, don't you agree?
And I know that she also told you that I missed Roy deeply even if I wouldn't admit it and I am going to say a very flat no to that because I don't miss him at all. In fact, I'm glad to be rid of him.
I know what you're thinking and I mean it. I never loved Roy anyway. The only reason I had anything to do with him was because he was the first man I had met in so long that wasn't a fag model or a letch photographer. He seemed like such a nice person and he was so handsome that even you, not that I'm saying you're a fag or anything, but even you would have gone for him. So was there anything else I could do but fall madly in love with him? I mean, that's what was to happen and I fell madly in love with Roy. But now I can't stand him. I mean, there is no reason in the world to miss him. Ha, I miss Sherman the German Shepard more than I miss Roy.
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I thought that there was something to all that. Perhaps she was right all along and she really didn't miss Roy. Her voice, going outside the affectations she held to make her seem of a higher standing, had a certain conviction to it, and that couldn't be ignored at all. And, in addition to that, there was a certain moistness that gathered in her eye that seemed to spring forth at the thought of Sherman the dog. It was a good possibility that she missed the dog more than her husband and that would have to be established. I pressed her about Sherman.
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Oh, Sherman was... no, is... he's still very much alive. Sherman is Roy's dog. He is a beautiful German Shepard and he's pedigree. A show dog. One of the most beautiful animals I've ever seen. Why do you want to know about him?
That might be the answer to what she felt so despondent over. I would keep the dog in the front of the interview.
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Well, to start with the beginning of it all, I said that I fell for Roy because he wasn't like the others. He was very nice. He seemed to think of me as a person and not a prop like the others did. He'd talk to me during breaks and not rush off to look at his make up to make sure that he was looking better than me and it was so refreshing. He had even brought his dog Sherman to the session and had him tied up in a corner. Sherman was a very handsome show dog and I liked him the moment I saw him. He was the type of dog that I always wanted, but since I live in a small apartment, it just isn't practical to have a dog there, so I've never gotten one although I always had a dog around when I was growing up.
We had a collie. He looked so much like one of those dogs you'd see on television. I loved him. His name was Charlie and Charlie was the only dog I had for years. We got him when I was eleven. He was a puppy then and I spent an awful lot of time with him. He had a wonderful disposition and was so friendly and I really loved my dog.
So that was why I was able to feel something for Roy and Sherman because Sherman was such a wonderful animal and Roy wasn't quite so bad an animal, either.
In fact, the two of them made a wonderful pair and that's why... oh, I can't tell you that because it's too funny, but that is why I think I fell for Roy because he and his dog did make such a marvelous pair. And they were so nice together that I fell for them immediately. And when Roy asked me to join him for dinner after the session, I was delighted. Because the one thing in the world I wanted to do was to have dinner with Roy and Sherman, although I really didn't know if there would be a restaurant that he could take the dog into.
Sherman didn't come with us because there wasn't any place that would allow animals, but I did get along very well with him before we left him back at Roy's apartment. I was surprised that I missed him when we shut the door and took the elevator back down, but that was only a reaction that I thought would pass.
But it didn't and I looked forward to seeing Sherman as much as Roy because I thought that maybe the two of them were something that couldn't be when they were apart. I mean, like Damon and Pythius. One was nothing without the other and I knew that if I felt that way for both of them, then maybe there was something that I felt that made things what I hoped they were and I began to wonder if I was really in love with Roy.
He seemed to be in love with me and after we had been going together for two months, he asked me to marry him. I accepted, but I was rather aware that when I said that I'd marry him, I was looking over at Sherman. But I didn't think too much of it because I mean, I do like dogs and I never dreamed that a dog could come in the way of... of, maybe I've said too much already.
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I was quite sure now that she missed Sherman much more than she missed Roy and that Charlie also figured into all this importantly. I would have to talk to her more about this the next session because the hour was already up and the first interview had come to an end.
The next time I saw her was to be a week later. She was scheduled for an appointment, but she didn't show, calling up that morning to say that she had to do a floor wax commercial and wouldn't be able to be in until the next session. I wondered if she was telling the truth, but I couldn't be sure because she had been suspected of lying about the separation and that did seem to prove to be just as she had said it was, but there was still something about her that didn't seem to make sense. A certain air of mystery that surrounded her made things a bit uncertain and there would be no way in the world to tell what the next session brought until it happened.
INTERVIEW TWO:
I'm really sorry about having to cancel out that late, but I got a call about doing this commercial and I wanted to do it because they're going to take my last one off the air in another week and I'll need something coming into the house to live on. I mean, there has to be some money coming in so that I can go to see expensive doctors like you because all my friends think I'm crazy and a liar.
Anyway, I felt a little better after I left last week, because I thought about what I had said and, you know, doctor, you're the first person I've ever told some of these things to and I really felt better about it all afterwards because I don't have it hanging over my head anymore and that's certainly a relief because there just isn't anymore reason to fear what I was thinking the last time I was in your office.
I'll bet you're wondering what that was. Well, I'll tell you. And keep in mind that I've never told this to anyone else before in my life and that you'll be the only person who knows my secret for sure. And that's because Roy only suspected. He never heard me say it, either. But the major reason that I married Roy in the first place was to be near Sherman. Yes, really. That's the whole thing. I mean, this may make me weird or something, but I was in love with Sherman and not Roy at all. Well, I mean, I liked him an awful lot, but there was Sherman there to overshadow him completely and, if you knew Roy, you'd know that was a lot to overshadow.
I mean, when you see him in a crowd, he stands out, that's how good-looking he is. He is just the sort of guy to make me feel like I'm a damned good woman and an incredible fuck. You know, that sort of thing. But there are a few drawbacks to him, too.
I mean, he's not good with money. I used to keep telling him about all the money that wasn't there and he didn't really care and I asked him what he would do if we ran out and he said that he'd sell Sherman and I guess that's the thing that really upset me. He would actually sell Sherman and that wasn't the thing I wanted to hear at all. Okay, so we're both high-paid models, but what does it mean if there aren't any checks coming in because they're just not showing the things on television, but the thing is, can you imagine someone doing a thing like that? Selling the dog?
Well, anyway, that's when the fights really began and that's what finally got me out of the apartment with him and into a place of my own. And I don't miss him at all. Just Sherman.
And I think of Charlie a lot, too. Charlie was the first dog I've had and I learned so much from him. Did I ever tell you about Charlie? He was the finest Collie I had ever seen. And he was so handsome... for dogs. He did teach me an awful lot that I didn't know before. I mean, did you know what it means when they grab you and begin humping your arm or you leg? That's a sexual attraction. It means they like you sexually and they want to do something with you. I never knew that until Charlie showed me what he... is my time up?
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I knew I had hit something important. She hadn't been there more than half an hour and now she was into her story farther than she wanted to go. She was trapped and would have to go on, but it wouldn't be easy. She had not wanted to get into her acts with the dogs, probably because she didn't want to admit that she found herself attracted to the animals sexually. Charlie had no doubt humped her because he was horny, but she was the one with the major attraction because she encouraged it. It would be the reason for the split with Roy, too. I asked her about what she did with Charlie to get more background into the disintegrating relationship with Roy.
Well, I don't know how to begin the whole thing, but one day... and I remember it very well, too... one day, spring, and very warm and sunny, and I was sitting out on the front porch with Charlie and he was prowling around very restlessly and he came over to me and sniffed my leg. I was about thirteen and I was just reaching maturity and I guess he smelled something about me that he liked and he wanted to see more of it, but he stuck his snout up my dress and right into my cunt. I wasn't wearing anything underneath because of the weather and because I had heard that you could attract a whole lot of boys if you did that and I thought it would be worth a try. It didn't work unless you bent over, of course, and I wouldn't because I was too shy and so I didn't get anywhere with the other guys at the school I was going to. But I had come home and we lived out in a country area, so there weren't a lot of people around to watch.
So Charlie stuck his cold, wet nose right up into my cunt and sniffed the warm pussy for a few moments and I guess he smelled something he liked because he began to lick it with his tongue. At first I thought it was disgusting to have a dog lick you out, but the more he did it, the more I liked it and I didn't try and make him stop at all. I mean, I really liked it. It really felt good and I could feel all sorts of wild sensations going all over my body. It really felt like something fantastic and I wouldn't have him stop for anything at all. I mean, it really felt good. His warm, moist tongue against my warm, fleshy cunt... it was too much.
But even though I wanted to come, I didn't want it to be around the house where people inside could see, so I moved to a grove of trees we had on the property and let him go after me there. And it was really something.
First he began to hump me as if I was something like a female dog. And he really got into it until he stopped and began to bark at me. He really barked loud and I thought that he wanted me to take off my clothes because after all, sex is for nudity, isn't it?
So I got undressed and then, naked, I got down on the ground on my back and spread my legs apart and let him go at me and that was really a trip. I mean, really something to experience. Wow. I couldn't believe it.
I had never felt anything like it before and it really felt incredible. There was this dog, Charlie on my cunt, washing it with his tongue.
But there was something about him that also got to me and I had to have him against my body. I mean, he had all that fur and hair, fur, things like that... they really turn me on. I mean, I go out of my mind, totally, too. I really get wild and go ape shit over things like that. So I moved a little until I realised it would be better if I moved him instead. So I moved him until he was standing over my body, the tips of his long, brushed hair were against, touching me very lightly and it felt incredible. I mean, it really turned me on. I thought I was going to come almost any moment. I was really enjoying it all.
And then he decided to lay down on me and I felt his body press down against my body and all that hair all over my massive and soft but firm tits that men craved after until they knew no more than just the sex lust that drove them... those tits, and anyway, Charlie lay down on them and I really went wild. I mean, I couldn't talk or breathe or think or anything. All I knew was that I had to have sex with him. I had to have him up my cunt and that was all there was to it.
I don't know much about a dogs cock, except that they have them, they lick them on occasion and they always seemed to be hard. And his was hard and bigger than I ever thought a dog's cock could be. I really wanted him in me and I tried to think of a way to get him to enter my cunt. I knew there was a way, but there had to be a way of getting to it and I hoped that I could be able to find it.
So I had to depend on moving him around again, but the soft hair of the collie was too much for me and was wrecking me completely. I mean, it destroyed me. I had to have him in me and it seemed easy enough to get to do that. All I had to do was move him again and that shouldn't be all that hard.
So I grabbed him and tried to move him around, but he growled and snapped at me and that was something he'd never tried with me before and I got scared for a moment, but since he hardly stopped to bark, I figured he wouldn't do much else and he really wanted to lick out my snatch, so I let lying dogs lick and just enjoyed it because it was pretty good to feel, anyway.
And he kept at it. His tongue was really strong. I mean, it could get inside every part of me and really go up my snatch. I mean, he really ate me out. That tongue was everywhere and the movements were so strong that I could really feel the thing go at me. It was incredible. Really incredible. And I was loving every minute of it.
So he kept at it until I thought that there might be a good way to get him to fuck me and I contracted around his tongue, making it harder for him to get out. And it really sent me wild, that particular sensation, and I let him try and get his tongue out of my cunt, but it just wasn't possible to do that and I really didn't mind it either because it felt really good. But he was getting disgusted and he tried to pull out, but there was no luck at all and he finally got it loose and he growled at me and got off.
But he was happy, or at least his tail was going back and forth and it beat against my tits like a whip of feathers and that really felt good, too. I mean, I liked that. And he kept it up until he got off me and tried to look into my twat again. He tired and he stuck his nose into it and he kept jamming his cold snout into it and so I spread apart my legs again and let him go into me and he kept plugging my hole with his nose and he just kept jamming me more and more with it and the feelings that he gave me were unbelievable. They really sent me through the clouds and it was too much.
So when he lifted his head for a moment, I jammed myself under him and let him try and get the message that way. So he began to feel what I wanted and soon his cock came out of the fleshy area that surrounds it and he jammed it into my cunt and began to hump me like he had with my leg so many times before. And he really went at me, too.
He had his front paws on my tits and they were pressing down so hard that I thought they would leave a permanent impression in them, but they're pretty springy and I knew that I'd come out of it unscarred.
But he really pumped me with a passion and he really went after my pussy. He pumped harder and harder and his tongue was hanging from his mouth and saliva dripped onto my face and it ran down my cheeks and it really felt sensual, you know, doctor? I mean, I really liked it.
I really didn't know if he was going to come... I mean I didn't know if he'd have an orgasm like humans did. I knew that when I did I got pains all over my body that almost killed me but they really felt great. And I wondered if dogs had that, too, but I knew that I would have one soon and I thought that we might have one together.
And maybe we did, but I'll never know because I was having one while he went at me and while I was feeling the exquisite pain that an orgasm has with it, Charlie pulled out and I had a recollection of a burning fluid going into my cunt which I figured was his cock juice, but I never really knew for sure.
But after I came, he licked my cunt again and he kept it up until there just didn't seem to be anymore pussy left for the dog to get and he walked away and sat down by me while I got dressed and together the two of us walked back to the house.
But that was the first time and I think that I really got hung up on Charlie more so than I should have. I did it with him quite a lot of times and he always came through like I figured he would. And it was really something.
And when I had my first time with a boy when I first came here to the city, it was really good. I mean, I really liked it, but it wasn't as good as it had been with Charlie because, I'll tell you, Doc, Charlie was incredible. No one had a tongue like that. No one.
Except maybe Sherman.
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She was talking now and I knew that I had made some sort of headway with her. She was becoming more relaxed than she had been before and she was talking very freely now and I knew that there would be no trouble getting the information about her and Roy and Sherman. That would be coming rather soon, too, I thought, and even the next session might bring something of a resolvment.
INTERVIEW THREE:
I guess you'll want to hear about me and Roy and Sherman this time. Well, I've been thinking about it for a while and I think I'm ready to talk about it because if I don't do it now, then I guess it really won't make that much difference as to whether or not I'm in analysis. I mean, if I'm going to get anywhere and stop being real depressed about Sherman, I have to do all I can to get out of it. You know?
So what happened with Roy and Sherman... it's really not that easy to talk about and I may cry, but I'll try not to because I'm nineteen and I ought to be able to talk about it and not get emotional. You know?
So what happened was that I was going with Roy and he was really good-looking. I mean he was a knockout. All the other fag models and all the other women models that weren't dykes wanted to work with him because he was so fantastic looking. And I guess I must be something, too, because I'm sure that if I wasn't as good as he is, I'd never have had him for a husband. I mean, with tits like these, it's hard not to get somewhere, right?
So anyway, I was going with Roy and we'd take Sherman with us just about everywhere except to bed and I really didn't know if I could suggest to Roy that we let Sherman join us and when it got that I wanted to marry Roy, I couldn't say a word because I didn't think he'd want to marry some girl who was just as interested in his dog as in him. So there wasn't too much else I could do except just wait the whole thing out until I found a good time to talk to him about it.
So we saw a lot of each other and we had sex and he was really pretty good, himself. I mean, his cock was huge and when he stuck it inside my warm, vibrant cunt, he went wild and I went insane and when he came, it was always as if the dam had broken and there were torrents of cock juice that spewed everywhere in giant spurts that were so forceful I really wonder how the hell I managed to stay on him so much.
But I wanted to say something to him about Sherman and I thought it might be best if I waited until after Sherman and I had done something together.
So one day when Roy was working and I wasn't, I just kind of stayed around in bed for a while and then hit the bed a few times for Sherman to come up and join me. He did. He was always very nice to me, but a lot more so since the wedding and he sat on the bed next to me, his big tongue hanging out and he was panting and he was marvelous. I really wanted to get it on with him so bad. So I pulled back the covers and let him look at me. He did just what I thought he would.
He started at my tits and pressed his cold, wet nose against the soft flesh and drew it along the skin very slowly and very lightly and it really felt good. I mean, it felt just as good as when Charlie did those things with me. It was really something. And when Sherman got to my belly- button, he tried to force his snout into it and that just drove me up a fucking wall. I mean, I really went out of my mind.
Sherman stopped and looked at me for a minute to make sure that I was all right before he went on and then he started on again, working his way down once more and he ended at the cunt just like I had figured.
Dogs seem to like cunts for some reason. I mean, they like them anyway. I've had affairs with female dogs and they like the cunts, too. They don't go much for a cock and I really don't understand that too much, but at least I know that they'll go after me and I like that a lot. It's nice to know that there is always a dog to go after your cunt and an awful lot of dogs that won't touch a cock at all. I guess that makes woman's lib happy.
But anyway, he did discover my twat and he began to lick it like Charlie used to and the effect was about the same except that Sherman had the stronger tongue and it really felt better because it was stronger than Charlie's. But Sherman was a bigger dog than Charlie and he would have to be stronger just because of his size.
But all he could do was keep licking at me and it was really great. I mean, it reminded me of a cock. Yeah, really. It was that hard and it really went at me and I know that he didn't fuck me and that he probably wouldn't make, but he could keep licking me and it wouldn't make any real difference.
I came that time and we tried it a lot on days when I'd be home and Roy wouldn't. But I did miss Roy a bit when we had sex, Sherman and me, and I thought it would be a good idea to talk to Roy about it and we'd have a threesome one night. I mean, that would be the greatest thing that we could do, the three of us. Roy was really good and with Sherman, I mean, WE COULD DO ANYTHING!
So that night I told Roy about it and he just looked at me. I mean, he just stared at me and then he told me that I was crazy. Totally out of my mind. He really didn't like the idea.
So I told him that if he hadn't tried it, there was no reason in the world that he had to knock it. Like you can't criticize anything you don't know. And I think that's a major problem, too. You know? I mean, if you haven't tried something, there is no right at all for a person to talk down on something that he doesn't know anything about. And Roy used to do that a lot. He wouldn't think of doing anything like that and he still thought it was disgusting because he hadn't tried it. I mean, how narrow-minded can a person get?
So I had an idea as to how to get him into it and I put it into effect a couple of nights later. We were smoking grass one night and I decided to get him as stoned as I could and I put white wine in the water pipe instead of water. So the alcohol comes off in fumes and it gets mixed in with the smoke and you really get smashed good. Like there is no way in the world that you don't get that way. And I would get Roy as stoned as I could and really get him into the whole thing.
So we smoked and he didn't notice anything different. The grass was also dynamite stuff and I told him that he was getting high because he was really getting off on some incredible shit and he just sat there and smiled. And after we'd smoked for a while, I knew the time had come and I called for Sherman. He didn't notice that because he had already started to strip and he would then expect the same of me.
When he was naked, his huge cock hard as a rock and stiff as a rail, I stood up and let him take off my clothes. His touched my skin and they really made me jump with pleasure. He really turned me on, but so did Sherman and they would do incredible things together.
So when we were both nude and stoned out of our minds, I made it a point to try and get Sherman involved with us by playing everything we did towards him. If a cunt or cock had to be shown, I tried to make sure it was in his sight. And that, with the activity, worked and he came over to see what was going on. So that was a success. He really wanted to see what was up and he came over and sniffed at Roy's ass.
Dogs always seem to go for the ass, too. I mean, they have an anal fixation, I think it is. I remember hearing the word in a high school biology class, but I wasn't really paying too much attention that day and I didn't pick up just what it meant, but I really think dogs have that anal fixation.
So he went after Roy's ass with his nose and sniffed it. The cold wet nose really got to Roy, too, and he really seemed to be enjoying it a lot. I mean, he even snuggled his ass onto Sherman's nose and that was how I knew that Roy would love what happened tonight.
So we separated and let Sherman come in the middle of us and I was really surprised and a little put out that he went for Roy's cock instead of my cunt. And he licked it, really getting into it, but his tail was wagging quickly and I had to do something, so I grabbed it and stuck it up my cunt and I was happy and a bit surprised, too, that Sherman didn't leave Roy for a moment. He didn't even seem to notice, that I had his tail up my crack and was fucking myself with it. And it really felt good, too. The fur against my silky walls sent shivers up and down my spine that you wouldn't believe unless you were getting fucked by a dog. I mean, it was unreal. That tail is so strong and firm that it is better than a cock because a cock doesn't have the hair. If man was put together better, it would have the same type of cock as a dog's tail because it's so fucking better and I thought I'd go out of my mind with him. I really wanted to come on the tail more than I did on Roy's cock.
So that's about what I did. I could feel myself getting near an orgasm and, with Sherman still on Roy's cock and Roy beginning to breathe really heavy himself like he was going to come, I came and came all over his tail, the cunt juice saturating it totally and the pain being too good to take.
Roy also came with Sherman as the dog lapped at his cock, taking in all the cock juice it gave out and Roy was screaming because the cock was really tender now and the dog kept on licking him as if it wasn't. But he didn't make any attempt to get away from the dog and so I guess he really liked it. So that was good, I would guess.
But that didn't seem to end things for the night because Roy was getting really turned on with it all and he said he wanted to see Sherman fuck me and I was all for it except I didn't like the tone of voice he used in saying that he wanted it. He seemed to be barking an order and I don't like that at all. I mean, I'm not to be ordered around like that, but he did have a good idea and he moved Sherman into the right position and I moved onto his hard cock. It felt bigger than Charlie's and I imagined that there would be a definite correlation between their sizes and weights and their cock sizes. There would have to be something that made it larger and that seemed to be the answer.
So Sherman thrust his cock into my snatch and began to pump me like I was another dog. And he really went at me like I had never figured anything or anyone could. I mean, even for a dog he was incredible. He really poked the shit out of me and I thought my eyes would fall out, he was that good. I mean, he was sensational. I thought he might be even better than Roy and I wondered how Roy would take that, but he didn't have to know.
Sherman had his paws on my tits like Charlie had that first time and the weight was staggering. I think there must have been a ton of pressure on my tits and I thought they'd puncture. I mean, it was that hard, the pressure. But the whole thing was great and I really liked it a lot. I mean, it was sensational.
I knew he was coming because he yelped just a little and there was the feel of the hot sperm hitting the walls again and it really felt good and I thought I'd have the top of my head go flying off into the air. It was the greatest thing I've ever experienced. I mean, totally incredible. And I'm not sure, but I think that when he came, there was even a smile on his lips as if he had wanted to do this for a long time.
Roy was beating off to this and he hadn't come by the time the dog had, so he got Sherman out of the way and jammed his cock into my cunt and pumped me like he had never pumped before. I mean, he was really turned on by watching this and it is no lie, but it was the best orgasm either of us had together. It was really something. I had never had anything like that before. And I know the chances of it again are really small, but it was great while it lasted.
When he came, he shot what must have been tons of himself into me, his hairy balls had to be full to capacity to come out with the amount of cock juice that he did. And it was great. I mean, really fantastic. He came in me and I think I passed out. In fact, we both passed out, now that I think about it. I woke up and we were still on each other on the floor and we were both nude and smiling at each other as we groped our way to bed and went to sleep for the rest of the night.
And the next morning, he was very quiet and a bit cold. He wasn't too nice around Sherman and I really wondered what was going on in his mind, so I asked him. And I just wasn't ready for what he told me. He was really angry and disgusted at me for what I got him into the night before, but he just didn't want to realize that it wasn't me that forced him to jerk himself while the dog fucked me at his suggestion and he didn't have to let the dog blow him and he didn't have to have anything to do with the dog at all.
All he kept repeating was that I forced him to do a horrible and dirty thing and that he was unclean. I told him to take a shower if he was unclean and he hit me and walked out. The next day he told me that he didn't want such perverts around his place and I kept trying to tell him that he enjoyed it just as much as I did and that he was being a complete hypocrite, but he didn't want to listen and he told me that he wanted me to move out and that I had until evening to pack and get out because otherwise he'd throw me out because he didn't want to sleep in the same place with the woman who was having an affair with his dog and that he would have her out because it was his place and he paid the rent and a lot of other things that he kept saying that I really didn't hear because all I could think of was Sherman and how would he get along with Roy now that Roy was in such a state as he was now. And I really wonder how much he's been beating Sherman. I haven't seen either since I moved out and I don't want to see Roy, but I miss Sherman so much that I want to cry.
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She did cry and she cried for the rest of the hour. She obviously had a problem and she wanted to get away from it and not be hung up on the dog quite so much.
Marsha C. has been seeing me regularly and over the past few months has made some marvelous strides towards improvement. She no longer is suicidal over Sherman and it is hoped that someday she will be able to look at dogs more objectively.
CASE NUMBER TWO - Cynthia W.
INTERVIEW ONE:
When Cynthia W. came to me at the advice of her family, she looked a bit drawn and pale. She had obviously been a beautiful girl before whatever it was that upset her happened and it seemed to be a complete shock to her because her body showed signs of having wasted away a bit. She had long blond hair and bright blue eyes that seemed to sparkle despite the tragedy that had apparently taken her mind away from her. She was rather upset the first day and she cried often during the interview. As she did, she would try not to bury her head in her arms and she would try and sit up very straight, her massive breasts stuck forward in defiance of the cry and as she cried, they would heave up and down quite hard and with a very erratic rhythm that is usually associated with the most heart-rending cries that man can produce. She had been very shaken by whatever it was and I hoped she would talk about it this session.
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Well, I guess you would want to know what the problem is since you're going to try and treat me and make me feel better, so I guess what I'll have to do is start from the very beginning.
Now, I want you to listen to me and not take anything from what I'm saying to mean anything else. I mean, I'm not a dirty, filthy pervert or anything like that, so please don't think that I am one. I mean, I'm normal just like everyone else and the sooner we understand this, the better off things will be with this.
So what the whole thing is... well... it's that I'm in mourning over... over a horse. A horse named Swifty. He was a big, black stallion that looked so beautiful against the sky. I mean, when the sky was blue or grey or whatever, he looked beautiful. He was an incredible horse and the pride of our stables and the envy of the others in the area. I mean, he was an unusually good horse and we were really proud to have him. And he's dead and that's why I'm upset.
You know how it gets when you lose a favorite dog or cat or an object or a loved one or something that you really cared for? Well, that's it because I really cared for Swifty and now that he's dead, I really miss him and I want to try and get over this grief because it's making me thin and sick and I can't concentrate on anything since Swifty died and it's been almost two months now and I really miss him. So what can you do for me, Doctor?
I'll tell you about his death if you want and that'll maybe make things a bit easier.
I was riding him that day. I always rode him. He was my horse and he was always best with me. That's why he was my horse. There wasn't any real reason that he was mine except that he had a special liking to me and he and I always got on the best so he was my horse. We got him when I was twelve and that was four years ago and I really liked him a lot. I was always out at the stable with him and as always around him, he was my horse. You know what I'm saying, Doctor? He was mine in every sense of the word.
So we're riding around the grounds when he stumbled in a small ditch and fell and I got off unhurt except for a few scratches and things, but he broke one of his legs. A front leg. The left leg. And when a horse breaks a leg the only thing you can do about it is shoot him. I mean, Swifty was so bad he couldn't even get up. So I ran to my father and he had to come with his gun and finish off the horse and I knew that it had to be my fault because I was riding him at the time he fell and if I hadn't been riding him, he wouldn't have fallen and we wouldn't have lost our best horse and stud and Swifty would still be around today and I wouldn't be here.
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At this point she broke down and cried for the rest of the hour. I knew that whatever it was, it was definitely eating her insides away to the point that it would take many sessions to perhaps establish the relationship she felt with the equestrian. She said nothing else that session, weeping so profusely that I had to give her a sedative to calm her down and she eventually went to sleep in another office that I have.
I had a good idea that her connection with the horse was of a sexual nature, but I still couldn't be sure why she would be so upset over the death of the horse in the way she described it. It was a bit unnatural for her to cry so much at an accident unless it was an accident that she might have been doing something more than riding at the time.
INTERVIEW TWO:
I hope I don't break down like that again. I mean, it was really stupid of me to break down like that and I won't do it again because I want to get out of this problem I'm in and the way I'll be able to do it is going to be in a manner that I can talk without getting too emotional.
So what was I going to say? I guess I ought to tell you that I had no other friends. I still don't have too many others. There's Mary Ellen B. and that's about it, really. I've never been popular with the boys. I really don't know why. I guess it's because they never really did much for me. I mean, boys are okay, I guess, but I never liked having them around. I never thought they really understood things as well as girls. Girls are smart and intelligent and sensitive while boys are rough and they'll smash anything that gets in the way and all they want from a girl anyway is sex and that can be a real drag, too.
So I always spent a lot of time around the horse. I felt comfortable around Swifty. A lot more comfortable than I would feel around any other people. Even my family and even Mary Ellen. I mean, Swifty was the person I... well, there it is. You see? I even thought of him as a person. That's how much I liked him. I did everything in the world with him. Everything.
I guess I ought to tell you about that too. I even did... well, you know... that sort of thing with him. I mean, not actual fucking. No, not that. Who fucks a horse, right? But I used to masturbate in the stable with him an awful lot.
He was always there and he'd help sometimes by... well, sometimes I'd get up on his back while he grazed and I'd lie there naked with the hair of the horse against my back and that really felt good. You know what it's like to feel the hair of a horse against your bare skin? Really something.
And then I'd ride on his back a lot, too. On summer days when my brother would be out at summer school and both my parents were working, then I'd take him out into the far pasture and take my clothes off and get up on his back and ride around with the wind against my skin as he tore about the field and I'd usually have an orgasm from the whole thing because it really turned me on and I could really get into it. I mean, the whole thing was too incredible to describe and the only way to talk about it is to try it sometime. It's really great.
But that was the sort of way that I was with Swifty. I mean, there was nothing that could separate us and we were a real pair. And I used to do just about everything I could do in a stable with my horse.
He was really something in the mating season, too. His coat seemed to have a new gloss to it and he really seemed to be at his very best when he was being mated, and it was really something. The farm down the road had a mare they really prized and Swifty used to mate with her each year and the colts were really good ones. One of them is a champion race horse today.
But I guess you want to hear more about the times when I was riding Swifty naked. I mean, that's probably supposed to mean something and I guess that doctors like to hear that sort of thing more than anything else, so I'll tell you about that.
I would do it mostly in the warm weather although there was a time I did it when there was a lot of snow on the ground. I mean, I had to try something like that and I went out to the stable and took Swifty out to the corral and we rode out to the far pasture and I stripped down to nothing and I hung my clothes on a tree at the far end of the pasture because I didn't want them to get too wet and then I climbed on Swifty and held on to his neck while he galloped around the pasture.
That was really an experience. I mean, the cold air and some loose bits of snow flying around and I really went out of my mind because it felt so great. I wasn't cold or anything and the warm body of the horse kept me pretty cozy, too. I really liked the whole thing and I could feel all kinds of erotic feelings going through my body like an electrical charge. It was just like someone had plugged me in and was lighting me up like a lamp. I could feel the coat of the horse almost destroy my pussy and the cold air hit my naked skin and made me feel tingly all over. I know I'll never experience anything like it again, but it was really great for the time it lasted and I loved every minute of it.
So there was all this cold air crashing against my body and I began to feel like I was going to come and I could feel all these strange sensations all over my body and I knew that I was going to have an orgasm and I felt the first of a whole lot of incredible spasms and I just held on to Swifty for my life because I knew that if I let go of him I would fall off and get trampled by him. So the spasms wracked my soft, sensuous body with a passion of lust that was not to be believed. And I must have come for at least two miles. I mean, it was totally unbelievable.
And when I was coming, it was as if the whole world was in some kind of wild state. I mean, the cold air that crashed against me seemed to turn me on even more and I knew that when it stopped, I'd have experienced the ultimate. Or so I thought. But that would come later.
Still, the whole thing was the most sensual and erotic thing that I had ever felt and that made me want to try for something even better and I guess that's what I did that I shouldn't have, but that's another story.
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She fell silent and her eyes took on a far away and misty look to them. She sat in a moody silence and it was obvious that she was trying not to- cry. She bit her lip and began to tremble, but she still refused to cry. The room was filled with the tension of what she was trying to do by not crying and it was touching. Very touching.
But now there was a clue to what had happened. I had certain ideas and I knew that if I would be correct in what I assumed, there would be an incredible incident that would be described, and, if I was not too mistaken, it would be very soon, too.
All I had to do was sit and wait for it. That was all. And maybe it would be in the next couple of sessions.
* * *
Before I go, I just want to say that like I said before, I'm not a pervert or anything like that. I know that a lot of what I just told you might sound like one, but I want you to say again that I'm not a pervert. And I know that and that's what counts.
INTERVIEW THREE:
So I just wanted you to know that I felt a lot better after last week's session. I don't mean that I felt better immediately afterwards, but the more that I thought about what I said about the horse and the thing with the snow and all that and the fact that I had never told that to anyone before, not even Mary Ellen B. , well, that made me feel a whole lot better and I think that this week I might be able to make a bit more progress. I might even be able to tell you things that I haven't even wanted to think myself. And maybe that'll make me feel even better because I don't want to feel the way I do. I guess that's obvious, though, because if I did, I wouldn't have come here in the first place. I'd have taken the money and just said that I was coming here to my parents like Mary Ellen does because her parents think she's a dyke because the two of us hang around a lot together.
But we're just friends. Really. I mean, we do a lot of things together and we have a lot of fun and we did some really wild things. And we did do some things nude, but I don't think that makes us one of those, don't you?
I mean, there was the time that we were with Swifty and we went out to the far pasture and we were going to have a picnic and Mary Ellen suggested that maybe we would take our clothes off because if we did, we might be a bit more comfortable because it was such a hot day and all. So it seemed like a good idea and that's what we did.
I lay back in the grass because it was cool and it felt so good underneath me and I really liked it. And the sky was a deep blue and there was a soft breeze blowing and I really felt good because of the breeze and the grass and the sun and while Swifty grazed a little ways off, Mary Ellen came over to me and she put her head on my tits and she began to rub at my cunt very softly and I could really get into the feeling. It was really nice and I felt her warm hand move around the soft pussy and it almost floated around the soft far. I really liked it.
And then she leaned over and she kissed me hard on the mouth and I could feel a warmth go from her mouth to mine and the glow that I felt from her tongue was just too much to take and I really liked the whole thing a lot. I mean, if it had been a boy, he would have had his rod inside me in no time at all and he would have been finished with me in no time. Men really aren't too concerned about anyone else but themselves when it comes to sex, but Mary Ellen and me were just right for it all.
So Mary Ellen and me, we rolled over in the grass and she pressed her body against mine and the soft but firm tits she had which were just a little bigger than mine. They were really nice. I could grab them and squeeze them and they were really soft and pliable and they were so soft to the touch that it felt like a lump of very moldable clay. I really liked them and I took my mouth from hers and put it on her tits and began to suck on one of them while she still kept massaging my cunt lightly and even sticking a finger up it and finger fucking me. It was really great. I tried to press myself farther onto her finger and she returned it with her entire hand and the feeling of having her hand up my snatch was fantastic. I really don't know how she did it, but I was glad that she had.
And then I took my hand and went for her snatch and it felt just as silky as mine and I wanted to finger-fuck her, too, but she was beginning to move position and I knew she wanted to do something else this time and she put her mouth to my snatch and began to eat me out.
She jammed her tongue up my hole and she licked the silken sides of the cunt and she had her hands on my tits and she massaged them and bounced them as much as she could to get the feeling going. And it did and I began to breathe a little heavier. I mean, I could feel her all over my body and it was a feeling that was so great that I had no idea how long I'd last. She could make me come with no trouble at all. And I began to think that she might.
But I had another idea. I looked over and saw Swifty grazing and I decided that I would try something and I stopped Mary Ellen and told her that I had a plan and helped her up from the ground and the two of us went over to Swifty and got on his back.
His sleek black coat was a little bit slippery, but that really didn't seem to matter too much and we were able to stay on him without any real trouble if he should decide to begin to run while we were on him.
I lay back on the horse's neck and threw my legs up over Mary Ellen's shoulders and she began to eat me out again while I felt her tongue lash out at me and the feel of the horse against my back combined into something that was a little too much to take and I really felt the warmth of the sex lust rise within me and I wanted to stay like that forever. I really believe I could have, too. I mean, with the way I felt.
Swifty seemed to sense something unusual about what was going on and he looked up at the sky and began to trot around the corral. It was if he knew a way to make the thing go even better for Mary Ellen and me. It was marvelous. The steady clip clop of the horse and the up and down movement were enormously stimulating and I could feel that I would come soon. But not yet because I wanted to enjoy it all.
So we trotted around the far pasture with Mary Ellen in my twat, but it seemed that I was really floating on air and that I was in the middle of something that I would never really fully recover from I mean, this was all too much. And I was really getting into it. I loved it.
Soon I could feel my body begin to tense up and I knew that I had reached my time. I grabbed onto the horse's neck to hold me on and I began to feel the spasms wrack my body as I came and Mary Ellen kept lapping at my cunt with her tongue to capture any cunt juice that might escape. She got all that she could and I gave her all that I could.
I think that I would have been able to come with Mary Ellen anyway, but there is a thing about it that makes me think that I came sooner and harder because I was on Swifty. I really think that it made a difference and I think that Mary Ellen might have seen that, too, because I didn't see a lot of her after that incident. I am never sure if it was that or something else afterwards that followed when she tried to make me eat out her cunt and I refused because I had come and didn't feel horny anymore and then she pushed my face into her soft, warm, moist and sensuous pussy and commanded me to eat or she would make me wish that the thought had never crossed my mind to refuse.
I did eat her cunt out for her and when she came, I didn't drink any of the cunt juice that flowed from her and she got dressed and we walked back from the pasture without saying a word to each other and that was the last I saw of her, although she had said that she'd call me when she left and I'd probably hear from her the next day. I never did.
So really, all that I had left as a friend was Swifty. And we would ride around the area for an entire day. I'd take him out every morning and we'd ride to the woods and the trails they have there and we'd ride for an entire day without a thought of coming back until dinnertime. Sometimes I'd ride him nude, but most of the time it was just without panties so I could feel him on my cunt and the whole thing felt so nice that it made the day feel special.
And the whole day would go by so fast that I was never sure where it went when it was over. But it was all a lot of fun and I grew even closer to Swifty over that period of the summer when I didn't see anyone at all except for him.
Anyway, once school started again in the fall, I saw less of Swifty and not too much of Mary Ellen. She would see me in school and not say much to me at all and when I went up to her, she looked at me and laughed and called me the horse woman and left with Amy O. which bothered me because I knew that Amy was another girl that I found to be very nice and I would like to be with her, too, but I knew that Mary Ellen would be treating her the same way she had treated me at that picnic we had together and that was not my idea of a nice thing.
So I would not say so much to anyone anymore and Mary Ellen and Amy became very good friends and I still had a lot of creepy boys around me who wanted nothing else but to get into my snatch and that wasn't my idea of what to spend a day doing, so I would go home right after school and see Swifty. And that's when it all happened.
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The hour was up, unfortunately, and I knew that I would get what I wanted to hear in the next session and all I could do was to wait for it. It would be a good one and would give me the insight that I needed to make the case into a successful treatment for the girl so that she would not be that upset over the death of Swifty.
INTERVIEW FOUR:
So I guess this is going to be another one of those sessions. I'll really try and keep from breaking down. I mean. I don't like it any more than you do and I'll really try and be good about it. Really.
So I really don't remember were I was before, but I guess it had something to do with the last time I was riding Swifty. I'll try and tell you about it without getting the way I've been getting about it.
Well, it was something like this. A Saturday. The type you get in October during an Indian summer when the leaves are all different colors and the weather is like it was in August but now it's not as humid. Anyway... fuck, this isn't easy at all... anyway, I took Swifty out for a ride like I used to do all the time and I could sense some sort of feeling except I'm not sure what it all was because I was a bit upset about not seeing Mary Ellen anymore and that she was with Amy and I liked Amy and that I would have liked to be with either of them, but I wasn't and all that was left were a lot of boys that I didn't like at all and the girls weren't too much, either, and so there was a tension rising in me because of all this and it bothered me a lot.
So there were a lot of things on my mind now that all was as it was and I wanted to just get away from it all and ride Swifty away from the mess that all had become. I would need the change and I thought that if I got on him and rode, I might not come back ever. And that would be a better thing than I thought it was because that way I would get away from Mary Ellen and Amy and the two of us, Swifty and me, we would be able to get off into the world and just be alone and never have to see anyone ever again. So we rode to the far pasture again and I wanted to do something with him and I just wasn't sure what to do. But I had a feeling in my body that I had to get out and I would have to do it with Swifty.
I got undressed and got on his back. It felt so nice and I could feel the warmth of the horse move upwards within my body and he flashed his tail and it landed on my nakedness. And then I knew just what I had to do.
I had never been fucked by Swifty and this seemed to be the right time to try it. So I got off of him and felt around by his cock until it grew hard and huge and I could feel myself tremble in anticipation of the fun that would follow. And then, hanging upside down from his body like a sloth, I inched my way onto his hugeness and began to pump away at it.
I had expected him to run about the pasture, but I never thought he would get as wild as he did and he tore around the pasture like a madman let loose for the first time in his life.
But I was too involved in what was happening to let any sort of fear into my mind and as Swifty tore swiftly about the field, I pumped myself harder and harder on the horse's thick prick. He continued to race about the field.
I could feel the tall grass against my back and the tips brushed lightly against my naked skin and the stones that caught in the horse's hooves that were thrown up against my back like small missies hurled at a soft, sensitive surface ripped against my soft, sensitive form and I felt the tingles of such sensations all about my skin and it drove me farther and farther into the horse.
And Swifty kept tearing through the field as if he could never do anything else. He headed towards and then through a small stream at the far end of the property and I could feel the cold water splash against my body and it felt like the most perfect thing that could hit me. I was hot and the horse was making me even worse.
And I could feel myself about to come. I felt a tinge and in a moment I was gripped by a shuddering spasm that knocked me madly from side to side. I was being thrown by a massive spasm and an orgasm that wouldn't stop and it was tearing me from limb to limb. I was shaking like a leaf and it was about this time that he hit a ditch and fell.
Swifty flipped over completely and I was thrown clear of him, still in the orgasm, my cunt juice spurting all over Swifty and the field I flew over. I couldn't stop until I hit the ground and when I did, I rolled over, somewhat unhurt because of the way I landed on my side. I was all right, but I was worried about Swifty and I ran over to see how he was and found that he couldn't get up. I ran over to get dressed and then ran back to the horse and that was when it dawned on me just what had happened and what would happen next.
I tried to calm the horse, but he was in great pain and I knew that I would have to get my father and that there may have been a chance that he could be put into a splint and the leg fixed because he was such a valuable stud to us.
But when I returned with my father, he took one look at Swifty and shook his head. He said the pain the horse was suffering was too great and that he would never get over it as long as he lived and that it wouldn't be fair to keep him alive and in a moment Swifty was dead.
It never really sank in about his death until a day later when I realized that I had no one anymore. There was no more Mary Ellen and now there was no more Swifty.
Mary Ellen was easy to get over because there was Swifty around to soften the blow. But now that there was no Swifty, there was no one to soften the blow. I had no one.
So I began to stay in my room and I would only come out when I knew that there would be no one around to see me. And I spent a lot of time inside my room lying on my bed, crying and sleeping. I didn't eat much and I didn't go to school for the first three days of the week. And when I did, I just sat in the back very quietly and not saying a word. I had no one in the world anymore and the world just wasn't worth being in. I had thought of suicide, but there was something about it that scared me. I would have to do something that would be instant and painless, but there just didn't seem to be anything quite like that and I really got to a point where... well, you see where I am now.
I'm sitting in a doctor's office telling my story like some kind of crazy lady and I don't know what to do anymore. And I do think at least that I'm not doing too bad today because if you may have noticed, I haven't started crying yet
She had been fighting to hold back the tears during much of what was said and she now gave into them, her story out in the open and off her mind. I had thought right about what the problem was and I was glad that it would no longer be that tough to get to the root of her problem.
Now that I knew where it all stood, I let her cry herself into a better state and I would think of the best way to treat the problem. She cried until the hour was up and then she left.
She has been coming to me now for a total of four months and the progress she has made is inspiring. She has stopped blaming herself for the death of her horse and she had even to discover that boys aren't so bad after all. Perhaps all she needs is another few months.
CASE NUMBER THREE - Melba P.
INTERVIEW ONE:
Melba P. was a striking girl of nineteen who came to see me after her boyfriend had talked her into coming. He had come with her and the two of them were going to sit in on her first interview, but she seemed tense about it all and he volunteered leaving the room to give her a chance to speak, which she did.
She was black and had a figure that would definitely be the pride of any girl. Her breasts were large and firm and her body slim until the posterior which was pleasingly plump, as she liked to put it. Her hair was piled up on top of her head in such a manner as to be deceiving in her height. She looked taller than she was and the high heels she wore helped the illusion. Her clothes were quite nice and in a preliminary talk, she told me that she was a singer who was just beginning to hit the big time in nightclubs.
Her boyfriend was also her agent and they were very much in love and planned to marry. That would be one of the nicest things she said that she could think of and her voice and eyes took on a dreamy quality to them.
But she had a problem that she said wasn't really a major one... until we really got to talking about it.
What follows was taken from tapes made during the interviews.
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Well, I really don't think it's too much of a problem. I know I was a bit tense with Wally in the room, but I guess that it's something to do with the whole situation. I mean, the whole thing just seems a little tense. It's the first time I've ever been to a doctor like you and I really don't know what to do about it all... you know what I mean?
But anyway, Wally and I are really happy and we want to get married someday and that's a good thing because he's my agent. And he's a very good agent, too. He's only twenty-five, but he's marvelous in the business. He's also pretty good in other business, too. A fantastic lover like you would never believe existed. But there is that little problem. And I guess that's why I'm here to talk to you because of that little problem that I've got.
So what is it... my problem is... well, so why is it so hard to talk about so succinctly? Well, Wally is a great lover. I mean, I would never want it any other way. He's really good, but, well, I can't enjoy it all that much unless there's some thing else there to help it. And its that something else that is the problem. And it's... cats. Now, that's not a who, doctor, but a what. Cats. Nice, fluffy and furry cats. I love them. I have about six of them around my apartment and they're all the most beautiful creatures in the world. All of them. And Wally likes them, too, but not when we make love and that's the time I love them the most. Because I can't really get turned on unless they're around.
And that's my problem. So what can you do about it? I like the cats around. And he doesn't. He thinks they're filthy animals and that they carry disease and he thinks that if they rub up against me or my cunt, it's contaminated or something like that. But he only-thinks that way when we're having sex. That's the only time.
And the only time I really want the cats around is when we're having sex. That's the problem. He thinks they're in the way and I guess they really are, but I can't see that type of thing because that's the only time I can really get into them. They turn me on. Really. They do and it's hard not to have them around because... if they're not around, I can't hit an orgasm.
Okay, that's the whole thing. I can't have sex if they are not around because a man isn't enough to turn me on by himself. And that's the entire problem... and I'm repeating myself, doctor. I'm in trouble, doctor, because if I can't get this thing straightened out, there is a good chance it will ruin all between Wally and me and if I can't get anywhere with Wally, I'm sure that I won't be able to get anywhere with anyone else. And that's the whole thing.
So what can I do about it?
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The problem obviously upset her more than she had wanted to let on about and she wanted to be cured totally of felixism. The condition which aroused seemingly normal human beings to a state of frenzied eroticism had her firmly in its paws and in order that her life would not be destroyed, she would have to be cured of it. It was to be cured or live a life of utter destruction. There are numerous case histories that have outlined this (such as the case of Miriam M. who is currently spending a lengthy prison term for her actions) and it may be that Melba was aware of some of these medical tragedies, but it is more certain that she was acting out of fear. But her boyfriend had brought her and that could indicate that he, too, was aware of all of the pitfalls that might befall her as she reached for the pinnacle of stardom.
She would have to be cured and she wanted to be cured in the quickest possible way she could. It showed on her face that this was so. Her braveness in keeping back tears was done in the way that only a performer could do. To look at her would have broken one's heart. She had to be helped at all costs and I told her to tell me about some of her experiences.
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Well, I really don't know where to begin, but I guess the best place would be when I was thirteen and first feeling the curse of having those urges and nothing to do about them. I mean, I had been having them for about a year or so earlier but there was nothing that came from it because I really didn't know just what it was and then one day I masturbated by accident and I knew just what it all was then and I knew from then on that there was this urge that would have to be dealt with and that would be a problem because there was no boy that I knew how to approach for sex. Oh, I know that it looks a bit silly now to say that, but when you're only thirteen, it is a problem and that is just what it was then and still was for a year or so after that, but that's something else I'll get into later. Anyway, there was a cat that we had and I always liked it a lot and I wanted to have it around me whenever I could because it was so quiet and gentle and it was really a nice animal to have around. And it used to sleep in my room on my bed.
So anyway, one night when I was in bed I had this terrible urge to masturbate, so I took off my pajamas and I began to finger fuck myself. But the cat was on the bed and he wanted to see what was going on, so he came over and looked for a minute and then he came over to me and began to rub against my cunt. So there was nothing I could do to stop him, mostly because I really liked the feeling and I thought it would be a great thing to have this go on, so I took out my finger and let the cat keep rubbing against my pussy.
He stuck his nose into the twat and he sniffed it a bit and then he licked it with that sandpaper tongue that they have and I tell you, it drove me out of my mind. I loved it and he kept on doing it, I guess because of the salt that the body contains, but anyway, he kept at it and each time he did it, it turned me on to the point that I just went crazy and hit an orgasm. And it was a real intense one, too. I felt like I was being ripped apart and he kept at it even as I was coming and it made things feel so incredible and I really liked it more than one could think about liking. I mean, it was just too much.
So after I had come and the cat finally stopped licking my cunt, he moved on to see what else of me there was and he went up and down my body and the fur felt really good. I mean, he walked up and down my stomach and settled on my tits and he nestled down between the two of them and he went to sleep. It was really something and I felt myself getting turned on all over again. So I took my finger and began to finger fuck again and when I came, the cat on my tits made me go out of my mind and I thought that if the other one was something, this was even better. I mean, it was that good. I mean, really something and I liked it so much that I decided to do it again the next day and so I went to bed with the cat and he went at my cunt almost immediately and really went after me and it felt so incredibly good that I came again like I had never come before in my life. That cat was marvelous. I really thought that the whole thing was too much.
So I kept up with the cats. I mean, I liked it and I realized that they were what really turned me on. I had never thought about it before and really thought it was pretty stupid, but this was the way things were and I was really turned on by the animals. And I guess I was the most surprised of them all. I really liked it and that was a fact of life and there would be nothing that would keep me from having that cat. Really something.
So there was this nightly thing with the cat and soon I began to wonder if there would be something with two or more cats, so I looked in the paper and found something about someone giving away free kittens and so I called them up and took one.
But it wasn't a kitten they had but a full grown cat and I took it anyway. It was also a male and I saw that it took to the cat I had right off and so I put the two of them in bed with me the next day and they were lying on the bed when my first cat (named A) came over to me and began to eat me out like he always did and the second cat (named Z) came over and joined him and the two of them against my sensitive cunt was incredible. I could feel the whole thing with skyrockets and flares and the whole thing was just too much to take and I wanted to get into the tongue of the cat and stay there forever. I really was digging it, you know?
So as the years went on, I still kept up the thing with the cats although I did start getting it together with guys and they were pretty good, too, but they were just not what a cat could be. Guys were not bad, but cats were better because cats had all that fur and they were soft and cuddly and, true a guy can be that way, too, but they were better, cats. I really could get into the whole thing and I wanted to be with a cat more than ever when I was with a guy. But I was afraid to say anything to anyone about it because they'd think of me as a weirdo and that would be a problem. But I did want to try something like that.
I did get the chance when I was sixteen and I was with a boy named Gil and we were in my room and we were playing with Z because Z had died about a year before. Gil liked cats and he also wanted to fuck me and so I thought that it might be a good chance to combine the two things and see if I could get a threesome going with the cat and Gil and maybe Gil would take to it.
So I suggested to Gil that if he wanted to fuck me, I wouldn't put up a battle and he said that it was fine by him and the two of us got undressed and got into bed and got to business while Z watched from the end of the bed. He was used to seeing this sort of activity because he saw me do it so much. And so-he watched and, not thinking anything of it because he was used to it, he came over and began to sniff.
Gil had a real big hard on and he had it up my cunt and he was pumping me like mad when the cat came up to see what was going on and he tried to get into the act and licked at my cunt while Gil was fucking me. Gil looked at the animal and laughed as it tried to force its way into me and he thought the whole thing was pretty funny, but he also thought the feeling of the sandpaper like tongue was also a bit too much and he liked it and he pulled out to let the cat lick his cock, mostly because it was the first time he had ever felt anything like that at all and he liked it and wanted to have it a bit more. When the cat licked the sensitive glans, he winced and shuddered with such delight that it was really fun to watch him, he looked so erotic.
And it got to me and I took my finger and shoved it in my cunt and began to fuck with that until I thought I'd use the cat tail because it ought to be as good as a prick.
But the cat has a thin tail and it really wasn't what it could be, so I put it down and got my soda bottle from under the bed and went to town with that, but Gil saw me use it and he stopped me and changed his position and he began to eat out my cunt with his tongue going a mile a minute and I liked that, but I wish that I had the cat then because that cat would be something else entirely. But that wasn't too good an idea that time because Gil was really digging that cat. He really liked it licking him and it turned him on enough to make it better for me and so it was really a nice thing to have him going at me like that and so I let him continue. Really nice.
So then I could hear Gil began to breathe heavy and I knew he was going to come, so I waited for him to do something and he did just what I hoped he would and he took his cock at the last moment and he jammed it into me and I got the full benefit of his sweet sex as it poured into me, burning the walls of my cunt with a magnificent scorching passion that felt so good it was too much.
Then he began to chew on my .tits while the cat decided to join again and he came over to me and began to chew lightly on my ear and it was en- ought to drive me into another world completely. It was really-good and I knew that I would come really soon. I could feel myself tense up and I could feel the orgasm beginning to hit and a moment later I was wiggling all around the bed with the spasms that grabbed me and just wouldn't let go and it was incredible because the more that I wiggled, the more the cat went after my ear and the more he went after my ear, the more that I had those incredible spasms while Gil stayed with my tits and it didn't seem to make anything feel as good that he was doing compared to the cat. He was good, but the cat was better and it is just a statement of fact to say so. Really.
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The session, regrettably, had come to a close and she had to go, but she promised to be on time for the next session in three days and she would leave Wally at home this time so that he didn't have to sit out in the waiting room for the hour.
Melba thanked me and left. But I knew that her problem would be solvable only with her help. I knew how she felt and what she was going through and I knew that I could help her out of this dark hole that she had stumbled into. Felixism is not a nice thing. It can strike anyone and at any time. It knows no age limit and even the nicest people get felixism. And that was what had to be stopped. I would cure her if nothing else, because she deserved to be cured, just from the fact that she came in to see me and seek my advice which I would be more than happy to give to her.
Melba and her cats could rest easily because there was someone around to care for them.
INTERVIEW TWO:
The next session she was very prompt to arrive. She told me that she had been happy to come here and that she felt pretty good after the first session and she wanted to come back so much that her teeth ached. She was still feeling the attraction for the cats, but at least both she and Wally realized that she was trying to get over it and the more they thought about it, the better they liked it, although both had pledged no sex until after the cure took effect.
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So what's been going on? Well, I'm feeling pretty good for once, and while I still have the urge to fuck with cats, there isn't the sense of urgency that there was before. And that can be a blessing in itself. I mean, I don't feel that I have to have something with the cat to make it all complete now. And that's good because I don't want something like that to come up and so long as things are fairly quiet and calm around the house, that's always good. Because nothing good comes from noise.
But I guess you want to know more about the past. So there is more and I'll tell you that it really isn't as good as the first part, but there are a few good spots to it.
So, if you're ready... I got another cat when I moved out of the house when I was seventeen. I also got a new boyfriend, too. And I got a new job and a new chance at a career because I got to take singing lessons to improve the voice that so many people told me to take lessons to improve and so it was really something nice to have all those people about that came with the whole new life I seemed to be starting. I really liked it and I thought that it would be really nice to have that sort of thing going on to be the whole new person... I was on one of those trips and it was really nice.
So I would try a new experience and it would have to be with cats, I guess. I had a roommate and she also liked cats and there were as many as fourteen cats in the house at times. We used to call the apartment the cat house because of all the felines that ran around the place.
So anyway, when my roommate would be out, I would strip down and let the cats walk all over me. I knew they would do that because they were really interested in the cunt. It's a sex organ and for some reason animals are interested in sex organs of just about any other animal and it seems to be that they will do whatever they can to see what they can do with it. So these cats all wanted my cunt and that was fine by me because I wanted them to have it, too. So they all gathered around my bed and I was ready for them.
They came and they all ate out my cunt and ass, the rough sandpaper tongues doing just what I knew they would do. They darted their tongues back and forth on my tender but sensuous and much sought after cunt. My highly prized, pear- shaped snatch was just what the cats wanted and they jammed into it, all trying to get their heads into it and see what it contained for them.
One of the animals actually did get his head inside the life-giving hole and he licked the tender and sensitive walls until I thought I was going to die there on the very spot that they were eating me out alive. It was getting to be too much to bear and I knew that I would come soon and I hoped that the cats would keep it up because the pain was too, too exquisite.
The cats kept on my cunt and jammed more and more of their tongues into me and they loved it just as I loved it and we all knew that it shouldn't end, but it would have to end some time because I would come and flood them all out with the marvelous treasure liquid that I stored up inside my mysterious fuck piece.
And they kept at it as I began to breathe heavily and pant and then suddenly I cried audibly and let loose a torrent of rushing cunt juice that sent the little cat that was actually inside my cunt roaring. He pulled his head out and destroyed me completely. A massive spasm gripped me and shook the hell out of me and I knew that this was to be a hard orgasm to beat, if orgasms were to be judged and beaten at all. I loved every minute of it and there would be no way in the world that I would be able to get enough of what the ferocious felines had to give me. And they knew that they could never get enough of me for they all fought to get the golden drops of cunt honey that flowed all about them now.
That was the best of the ones that I had for a long time and then I started singing in the clubs and there weren't a whole lot of cats around to play with, but I thought that it wouldn't be that bad because I could find a sexual release of sorts through the singing and I guess that's why I rose so quickly because I could really turn on the audiences in a sexual manner by putting-everything I had into the song. I know that is what got me Wally because he came to see me after the performance one night and we went to my dressing room and we fucked. And that was really something, too.
He was marvelous... So handsome and he looked at me and he gave me his card and I was really happy to get it because I had heard of him before and I knew that he was really a good agent to get and he looked at me and he told me how much he thought I was really the best blues singer around today and that he'd like to handle me and I snickered at that last remark and he told me that he didn't mean it that way at first, but if I was willing, he was more than willing because he thought my act was so fucking sexy that he just had to fuck me and that he would love to do it if there was no real objection to it and I was not the one to object at all.
So I got out of my costume and hung it up in the closet and then I took off the rest of my clothes and stood before him naked, waiting for the next move which was all his.
He also got undressed, but not until he had kissed me hard on the mouth and let his hot tongue roam into mine and let the two of us melt in each others mouths and arms and that was probably the first time I really thought that I could love a man like Wally because of the way he made me feel and it was great. The closest thing to cats that I had found.
So he got out of his clothes and stood before me with a huge cock so hard and stiff that it would shatter if someone bent it the wrong way. He was marvelous and I got down on my hand and knees and licked at it and took it into my mouth and began to work back and forth and blow him and the huge cock rammed down into my throat and I almost sang again like I had before, but it was all in my mind because I knew what I wanted and I liked it. I really wanted to have him in me and it didn't make any difference where he entered. Mouth, cunt, ass, ear, anything. All places were good and all that mattered at the moment was that I got him in me with out any problem to get him. And that would be the least of any of them now.
So he drew in and out of my mouth as I sucked hard on him and then I lay down on the hard concrete floor and he moved over me and began to fuck my mouth and he kept at it with a ferocity that almost got frightening. I wanted him in my cunt, though, and I tried to move out from under him. He took the hint and he moved to the cunt and jammed it in so hard that I reeled from the sensation. He was great. I saw stars in front of my eyes, so I knew he was great. I mean, stars in front of your eyes... that's greatness!!
And he pumped in and out of me like he knew every corner of my body-and he fucked me so hard that he could probably hear my eyes popping out because I swear they were. They had to be. I had my face closed so tight that I could feel everything that happened to me and it was great. I mean, Wally is some lover and there is no question about that.
And when he came, he began to chew on my soft and pliable tits and he tried to crush them with the pain he felt from the great orgasm that he had and he moved them all over me and he kept playing at me and really going at me with a vengeance that he could really get into and he really went to town on me, doing all sorts of things that I never knew could be done. And he was really great and when he shot his load into me, I thought that I would burst at the seams because there was a great gushing torrent of sperm that came screaming out at me and I knew that I would have shot across the room with it if he hadn't been holding me down and keeping me on him and it was the most incredible thing I've ever felt.
But that's from a man. From a cat has been different because from a cat, the thing always gives me an orgasm and I didn't have one this time. I mean, it's a rotten thing, but this great lover that I have, this incredible human being that has this marvelous ability to fuck and really get into it with me, he couldn't give me an orgasm. He was really great, but not great enough. And that's when I knew there was this problem because I couldn't get an orgasm with him. But that didn't seem to be too bad because I couldn't get an orgasm with any guy at this time. I was eighteen and I hadn't hit an orgasm with a man since I was sixteen. I love being fucked by a hard, masculine prick, but I just can't get off on it like I do with cats and that is what's up. Wally and I have been seeing each other for a while now and we both feel like we want to get married and we know all about my condition and we've talked about it, but there is this problem and I want to get it over with and that's why I'm here.
So if you can cure me, great. And that's about it. That's all I have to tell.
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Melba came to see me a great deal and we talked over her problem and why she felt that she couldn't enjoy sex with men as much as she did with cats. There seemed to be a number of solutions that presented themselves, but it all seemed to stem from the fact that she had her first good sexual experience with a cat and that she would have that as a yardstick to measure all the others with and that seemed a marvelous answer in itself, especially when the person will realize that her first encounter with a man was not until a bit later on in her life and that she had about two and a half years of sex with cats before she had anything with a human. It was mostly that fact that turned her to the way she had become.
Melba and Wally had tried and she had made the most honest effort that anyone could, trying to overcome the problem. I could see a solution for this girl who wanted to become normal in the most desperate way to become a healthy, sexual woman and that was through a type of therapy devised on hypnotic methods. She submitted most willingly to it and the outcome is at present being tested. She has had no desire to have sex with cats since the treatments began and, while she had not had an orgasm yet with a man, she has admitted to enjoying it more than she did in the past. And there is every reason to believe that she will overcome the problem effectively in the near future.
CASE NUMBER FOUR - Charlotte M.
INTERVIEW ONE:
Charlotte was a girl who was eighteen and a student at a nearby school for girls. She had the loveliest red hair that could be seen and her body was one of the finest proportioned bodies that can be found anywhere. She had a very delicate air about her and a voice that seemed to be slightly hoarse, but never once lost the sensual attraction it held and it would be a good bet that she drove a good many men wild just with the sound of her voice. She was a fairly quiet girl, too, and didn't say an awful lot, according to the person who referred her to me.
She had something of a more bizarre case than the others and it seemed that it would take a bit more time to treat her for the condition that she had developed from a bad experience at the school she attended.
She had taken up with a son of a local farmer and the boy was obviously beneath her social class, but they had a strong physical attraction and that seemed compensation enough for anything else that would arise from the union.
She was always with him and as she told it, they were always having sex and she enjoyed it enormously, but there was one major flaw that occurred during their relationship and it had ended it and, as she described it, too.
She had wondered how he had gotten his sexual kicks before he could get girls and he showed her one day by bringing her to the livestock pens and pointing out the various animals, but it would be a bit better to hear it in Charlotte's own words.
What follows are taken from taped interviews.
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So I guess you want to know everything. I'll start with it all. I was raised in a very rich atmosphere and I go to a rather exclusive girls school outside the city limits and I have been seeing someone that is considered a bad one to see because he is not rich at all. He's a farmer's son, but he's very nice and I like him a lot. He's quite intelligent and he is extremely good looking and a very good fuck, too.
And I have been seeing him quite a lot now and we have sex just about every night. And I usually go with him to the hay loft where we won't be disturbed and the feel of the hay against the naked skin is ever so nice and I do love it enormously. I mean, there is something about the roughness that turns me on tremendously and I lose all control and really get into what I'm doing and I really do like it a whole lot.
But the major problem is that there is... well, I guess I did bring it on myself, but it all happened about six months ago when I asked him what he had done for sex before he had found girls and he took me out by the animals and he showed me. I mean, he went over to a sheep and patted it and said that he had spent many happy hours with sheep and he had fucked quite a lot of them with a marvelous passion before he could get to a girl and that he did like girls better, but there was still nothing wrong with a good sheep.
I found it a little bit disgusting and he told me that the only reason that was so was because I had never tried anything like that before and I told him that I was not going to fuck a sheep. He laughed and said that girls had other ways of doing it and he took me over to a pen where there were some of the biggest geese I had ever seen, although I didn't know they were geese at the time. They just seemed like big ducks.
Gary (that was his name) told me that they were geese and that the way to get off on them was to ride on them. Once you sat on them they would run and that the motion and the softness of the goose feathers would create enough of a feeling to come with and that would do it very nicely. I wasn't too sure of whether or not I wanted to try it, but it seemed like it might be something to try and Gary was already beginning to strip, so I joined suit and took off my clothes, too.
So we stood before each other naked and he took me in his arms first and began to kiss me, the two of us putting our mouths together and letting them press together, almost melting and it really felt good and we kept it up, tangling our tongues in each other and it was really something. I put my hand all over his body and he grabbed my tits and began to work them with his hands, massaging them until my nipples stood out firm like a couple of soldiers at attention.
Then he began to squeeze them with his fingers and he sent all sorts of sensations through my body that I could barely take without shuddering loudly and he loved that and he kept it up, putting his teeth to-them and chewing lightly on them until I thought that I would explode.
I took his cock in my hand and I rubbed it gently like a huge pole and I jerked him off lightly and briefly and then, with the huge member throbbing hard in my hand, I bent down to place it in my mouth and I began to suck on it like a piece of candy.
I moved on it hard and fast until I knew that he would come. I knew that because he stopped me and told me that he was getting close and I didn't want to destroy things because I knew what he had in mind and I wanted to make it work out because the more I thought about it, the more I liked the idea of racing on geese. The idea seemed really great and I couldn't wait to try it.
So he took me over to the geese pen and he helped me over the fence. The wooden fence was warm from the sun and it felt warm and cosy against my cunt as it brushed against it and I stopped for a moment to let the warmth enter and stay in the warm, moist pussy that I contained. I really liked it a lot and I wanted to sit on it forever, but there were geese to be ridden on and I had to get to that before we both got too involved in other things.
Gary had picked out a nice, fat goose for me to get on and I wandered over to it, not knowing what to expect. I had never even seen the things, so there was no reason for me to think that it would do any one set thing. There were a million different things it could do and I was ready to experience all of them and at once. They would do just about anything and I had to be on my guard.
I walked up gingerly to the creature and it looked at me as if to say that it knew I was there and really didn't care one way or the other, which make me feel rather small and made me want to get up on the goose as soon as I could to show it a few things that I thought.
Gary held the animal for me and I began to climb aboard it. It bucked, however, and I got off it very quickly while Gary laughed. He told me that it wouldn't bite and that I shouldn't be afraid and I told him to fuck off because I had no idea what to expect from these things and that was a fact he would have to realize. He just laughed again.
So I tried again and this time I was able to get on the back of the bird and Gary held the goose as it began to struggle with me on it. I told him that if we were going to race, he had better get on his bird quickly, but he said not to worry about it because he knew what to do with the animals and he'd beat me even if I had a two mile head start on a three mile course.
So I started down the barn yard on the goose while Gary ran over to another bird and hoped on it with a speed I had never thought a human could accomplish. And he sped after me, ten goose charging ahead faster and faster.
I called to him that he was going to pass me completely, but he slowed down and I could see that he had complete control over the bird he was on. It was amazing, the degree of mastery he held over the bird and I could do little but gasp in awe as my bird sped on down the yard.
And I began to notice what he had told me about the sexual sensations of the goose. The bird was very soft to the touch and like a heavy mass of feathers that I could sink into and get really comfortable in. Like all the best furniture, but better, and I could feel the sensuality of the bird as it overtook me completely. I really liked it and I could feel myself getting more and more into what I felt.
The bird really turned me on, you know, doctor? I enjoyed it thoroughly and I could see how Gary could enjoy it before he got to girls because I enjoyed it, too. And I could even feel myself beginning to get close to an orgasm and I rather liked that because it would be nice to have one. I mean, orgasms are the sort of things that are fun to have because they really feel nice and so I wasn't going to hold it against a goose to give me one even though I had been warned against bestiality and told that it was wrong and all that and so I really enjoyed the feel of that incredibly sexy goose against my twat and the feeling was not unlike silk.
Anyway, the more we moved, the faster we went and the closer I had to hold on to the goose, and soon I was bent over it completely with my tits crushed against the animal's thick neck and the softness of the goose down that tingled my senses totally and made my incredibly sexy cunt and not to be believed in their size and effect tits so unbelievably sexy that I wanted to scream out right then and there.
Gary sensed the way I felt and he steered his goose over towards me and jumped onto my goose. And then, with a movement that I still have no idea as to what he did, he took the cock that made him king of my world and stuck it into my cunt and began to fuck me while the two of us-stayed on the goose.
The motion of the goose and the motion of the cock made my body go totally insane and soon I was in another world of sexual pleasure that was not to be believed by anyone at all.
And when Gary ripped loose with an orgasm that sent all of his heat into me, I felt that I was going to melt with the sensations that were ripping me apart, and the world would have to end one way or another before I could ever recover fully. There was just too much happening to me for anything to make any sense and I knew that I would come momentarily.
Which I did. And I bounced all over the goose with the spasms that I couldn't control. I threw my cunt juice all over the goose and the softness of the down beneath my cunt seemed to have even more of an effect that I might otherwise have experienced.
It was then that I realized that Gary was no longer on the goose with me. I looked and saw that he had fallen off and was lying on the ground, masturbating with a passion. And then I felt too helpless to do anything and I knew that something would happen. I panicked and I'm really not too sure what happened.
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She couldn't go on with her tale because the hour had ended and we would have to continue at another time, which I didn't like because I felt that she was just getting to a point where she could open up to me and tell me her true story and not get into the other superficial details she had been telling me around it.
I knew that she had a very important story to tell me. If she hadn't she wouldn't have come to me in the first place. It was my job to listen to her and I would do that as soon as I heard the story she had to tell me, the story that would give me the key in changing her life and eliminating the problem that had come up, the problem that I could get rid of as long as I knew what her story was. And that I would know just as soon as she told me, which would have to be at the next session because that was the next time I would see her since this session was over. I would await the next session. It was about all that there was to do.
I had to bid her farewell until the next session and I did that with a bit of reluctance because I did want to know what story was locked up inside her that would be let out only when she was ready to do so and to tell me what she had to tell that would make my job as the doctor that would cure her much easier. There is a proverb that states this fact and I would follow it to the letter once give the chance.
She came in three days later as she was supposed to and we were to get into the rest of the story immediately. It would help to re-establish what had passed before, but she didn't think it necessary and she plunged ahead with her tale as if there had been no interruption at all, telling what had befallen her at the hands of Gary and his geese and I listened, most eager to help her.
What follows is taken from the second interview.
INTERVIEW TWO:
Well, I got to think a moment and see where was when we ended the last time. I know that it was something around a climax... oh, yes. I had just had my climax when I looked around me and I saw Gary lying on the ground beating off, his hands working his huge, sensuous cock back and forth as if he still had oceans of come inside him to get out into the open air and he really worked himself.
I knew that it was a mistake to look back at him, because it wasn't too long after that that I lost my balance, too, and I fell off the animal, also. I looked back at Gary and the mixture of my turning on a wild goose, the softness and slippery- ness of the animal and that mixed in with the lubricating cunt juice sent me sprawling on the ground, the hard dirt coming up to meet my soft and resilient body and I hit the ground with a force that might have set off even more orgasmic spasms if the timing had been better.
But the timing was off and the best I could do was to lie on the ground while it all came back to me just what had happened and why I was naked in the dirt when I realized that the goose was back on his way towards me and that he seemed to be heading for my cunt. I had no idea what to expect and I was just a little too stunned to do anything and so I lay there quietly while the sounds of Gary gasping spasmodically with another monster orgasm filled the air behind me.
The goose came over to me and stopped, looking my nakedness over to see just what was there. He seemed to sniff at me like a dog would and he made his way down my body until coming to my cunt. There was a pause and he took a small snap at the furry pussy. I was a bit more filled with fear and surprise that I figured that I ought to be and there was a strange feeling that came to me and seemed to negate everything else. I could feel a sensuality about the gentle nips the goose was giving me. The creature was goosing me and I was liking it very much.
Everything else seemed to fade from my senses. I no longer knew where I was. Gary's moaning in the background as he humped a sheep became less and less and there was no real sense of being anywhere at that point.
The goose kept nipping at my snatch and the sharpness that one usually associates with duck and geese bills was nowhere to be felt. To say that I enjoyed it was an understatement. I loved it and I felt myself becoming too roused to be tamed. The light sharpness traveled up my cunt and took over my entire body completely. I suddenly knew the feeling of being a true woman and that there was this goose that seemed to hold the key to it all. I was too turned on to be believed and I came hard and sudden while the goose kept at my twat, taking in the generous amounts of cuntade that I gave him as a reward for having eaten me out so well.
I still couldn't believe that the goose had done that to me and I was too shocked beyond words at the intensity of the orgasm and the way that the fluid and feelings just flowed from me as if they would never stop. It was almost too much to be believed. And I knew that this was the greatest thing that had ever happened to me.
As the orgasm hit the heights that I knew would never be achieved again, Gary flew over and jammed his still stiff cock down my throat. And as he pumped and fucked my face, it began to dawn on me that what had turned me on so much for so long suddenly had almost no reaction on me at all. In fact, it even seemed to turn me off. I didn't want Gary, no matter how good looking and well- built and well-hung he was, but I wanted that goose with the too sensuous to be believed bill that he had. And I just turned off on it all completely.
Gary didn't seem to sense anything and as he came over to me, the goose got scared and fled and Gary took advantage of that and jammed his hard rod into my cunt and finished himself off that way, coming in spasms that seemed to twist every muscle in his body into knots of sensuality. But I was still unimpressed.
The two of us lay there for a while, the hardness and coolness of the dirt against my back. Then, we got up and dressed and I went back to the school where all I could think about was the goose.
Gary would want more of me and I knew that I had to have the goose first, but I went back and had sex with Gary again. It wasn't the same anymore and I knew that there would have to be something better in order for me to get back to the way things were and the only solution seemed to be the goose. So that night, instead of going directly back, I left Gary and hung around the barnyard long enough until I knew that I wouldn't be disturbed by anyone and then I sought out the goose on my own.
He seemed relatively uninterested when I found him and when I showed him my cunt, he sniffed it a little like he had that time before and then just let it alone. But I couldn't let that stand like that and I decided to go about things as I had done it before.
Naked, I climbed aboard the animal and then kicked it lightly in the rear to get him going and then rode with him as he took off, tearing about the barnyard. The cool night air rushed against my nakedness and I could feel my massive and tender and too sensual but still sexy tits bounce madly in the moonlight. The barnyard was not as full with animals as it had been that afternoon when I first tried this with Gary and the goose still careened madly about the dirt yard, making it hard to stay on his soft, downy body. I grabbed his neck again and held on as he took me all over the yard, my tender tits crushed against the down neck he possessed.
And then, almost as if it was to happen again, he made a turn that was a bit too hard to stay on and I flew from his neck and landed on the ground again. The hard dirt tried to bruise my supple body, but it was too supple for that and I just bounced as I struck dirt.
But this time I was ready for the animal and I spread my legs apart to await the goose. As I had expected, he came over to see what had happened and, once there, he went for the cunt again and began to eat me out with his bill as he had before. It was something that would not ever be believed by those who had not had the experience. I know that you don't think it is possible, but I have to say that it is and it is one of the most enjoyable things that can befall a person. To be eaten out by a goose is something that is worth the try. I couldn't stand the pleasure that this time gave me and I came all over the animal and I was again amazed at the way he took in all the cunt syrup that I gave him. It was a bit too much to be believed, doctor.
So when he had finished and the orgasm was just as good as I knew it would be, I went back to get my clothes and get dressed.
I was a bit amazed and surprised... more surprised than amazed, really... but standing by my clothes was Gary and he looked at me with a funny look in his eye.
I wasn't sure what was going to happen, but he said that he figured that the geese were the things I wanted and he began to strip, preventing me from getting my clothes because he stood between them and myself. And then, totally naked, his angry cock raised for battle, he moved towards me slowly. I had an idea what was going to happen, but I wouldn't say a word.
The naked boy backed me naked into a corner. I had no idea what would happen. Would he beat me? I had no idea!
I could feel his hot breath on my skin now and the feeling was too harsh for me to think about it. I knew that he was going to try something and I would be ready for it, but I had no idea what to be ready for.
He told me that he had seen me with the goose and he wanted to see how he stacked up against the goose and so he was going to have sex with me whether I wanted it or not. I wasn't sure if I did or not, but there would have to be little question about it because whether or not I wanted it, I was going to have it.
He took his hand and rubbed it softly against my skin, taking a tit and caressing it and taking my cunt and massaging it. As he did it, he increased his rate and soon it was more of a rough treatment than a massage and I could feel what might be finger prints growing in my body. He went at me harder and harder and soon he moved down and thrust his tongue on mine and began to kiss me roughly until I thought that I would not be able to stand it any longer. His tongue thrashed about my mouth madly and took all that it could from me, ripping the soft flesh that it contained into shreds.
But there would be no stopping him now as he handled my naked flesh as if it were a packing crate. He craved me in the most lustful manner a man could crave a woman and he vowed to have his way with me, barring no outside disturbances and we both knew that there would be no outside disturbances at this hour. He had me and he knew it.
He still grabbed at my snatch and tit and then, a moment later, before I knew what was happening at all, I was down on the ground on a pile of hay and he was on top of me, pawing at my body lustfully and grabbing at my precious parts.
He was all over my tits, twisting them as one might twist a piece of putty. He molded them into a number of things and he tried to pull them off. He put them in his mouth and sucked so hard that I thought they would come off in his mouth and slide down his throat and he stuck a toe up my cunt and scratched the tender cunt walls with the toenail.
But as this went on, I had no real sexual desire for him. I mean, there was no real feeling of being horney or of even enjoying it. I just lay there and let the animal have his lustful way with me, knowing that he would soon tire of me after having gotten his rocks off and there would be nothing further to occur. I had to wait that long. All he would eventually do would be to fuck my cunt and that would be it.
But I was wrong for he grabbed a rope from out of nowhere and suddenly I found myself being tied up. He tied my hands and he even tied my tits, looping the rope around the massive mounds of molten magical flesh and he looped it around in such a way that my legs were tied to my arms and they were wide apart. I knew not what would follow and I could only go along with what he wanted.
What he wanted was for me to be flipped over and he turned me onto my stomach, leaving my arched ass at his mercy. I knew he was going to fuck me in the ass and the whole idea seemed so revolting as to be totally humiliating and I wondered why this would happen.
He said as he got me into position that, if my cunt was only for the geese, all he had left was the ass and, with a laugh that was too cruel, he jammed the hard member up my ass. I thought that I was being ripped apart. The cock at its biggest was far too huge for the unelastic ass that it forced its way into and the pain was too great to be believed.
Action started immediately. He pumped me so hard that I thought I would fall apart. He went after me with a passion that was unknown in the experiences that I had known. The way he porked me was too hard for enjoyment and I just wished that he would finish and untie me and let me go.
He pumped harder and harder, squawking like a goose all the while. He reached under me and grabbed my tits like handles and he still kept at me until I could hear his breathing change for the more spasmodic and a moment later he was in the grip of a massive spasm that shook his body like a leaf and pumped tons of his white seed into me, but into the wrong hole. But he didn't seem to care at all and he still lurched his loins forward, loosening a continual stream of sex into me.
He finished coming and lay on top of me, his now limp body on me like a blanket of flesh. I could feel the heavy breathing and I waited for him to pull his dong out of me and untie me so I could dress and get back to the school.
It seemed like hours passed before he finally did me the pleasure of getting off me and then, almost as if I didn't exist anymore, he wandered off into the night towards his clothes and the house and left me there on the hay, still bound as I had been before.
I'm not sure how I managed to do it, but I did untie my naked self and, as the dawn began to rise ever so slightly in the east, I took my clothes and dressed in the woods and made my way quietly back to the school where I was able to slip into my dorm unnoticed.
But I still had the urge to do something with geese. I just wasn't sure how to go about it.
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So I now knew the story of the goose. I knew how she felt about the goose and Gary and I thought that I could see something of a pattern emerging. I wasn't sure, because one can never be sure about such things, but is seemed as if she had lost her sexual attraction for Gary because she was more interested in the goose. I thought that it might not be a bad speculation to guess that she might find more favor with animals than she would with humans now that Gary had been able to humiliate her with the anal intercourse that he had thrust upon her in a moment of heat. He had possibly destroyed her entire sexuality with men and it might be a point that she might never have the desire to sleep with any other animal than a goose and that would remain to be seen in the sessions that would follow.
She would be in after the weekend and I would hear all of what had passed in the time lapsing between the rape and the present and I knew that the story could hold a few interesting surprises that would make the case a bit more interesting and make things clearer on where she stood in relation to sex. Would normal sex with men be possible for her? Or would she be resigned to spending the rest of her life among the geese that turned her on sexually like no male could ever do? Would it be bestiality or would it be normality? This question repeated itself over and over in my mind in the days that followed. I would have to hear her next tale to make a decision.
INTERVIEW THREE:
I guess you'll want to have some idea of what I've been doing since I was raped and humiliated by Gary a few months back and how I've been making out with sex.
Well, there really isn't that much to tell. I have a new boyfriend now, but he really doesn't turn me on that much, either. I have had no other sex with geese since two months ago when I ran into one in a farm that I could sneak out to and have sex with, but the second night I returned to see it, the bird was no where to be found and later on I discovered that it had been killed for a holiday dinner.
Still, the sex I had with the goose was better than anything else that I have had with men since the whole incident with Gary a few months back. I don't know what Gary is doing these days I haven't been able to get to their geese because I know that Gary is just watching to see if I'll go back because if I do, he'll probably fuck me in the ass again. Or he may do worse. I know he can be very vicious when he wants to be and there is no telling what he can do if he gets the chance to do something. And I know he'll get that chance if I let him and I'll let him if I go back to the geese at his farm because he'll be watching for me.
I mean, I hear that he patrols the grounds each night and I know that because the news filtered back to the school where someone said that the boy I used to go with had turned a little strange and I knew just what they were talking about. They said something that he was heard to say he was out after the goose woman and that he would attack when she was sighted and I can tell you that I'll never go back there now that I know what he's going to do. I hear he carries a gun and I am not about to be fucked by a gun at all. You know what I mean? So I just stay away from the farm altogether and just don't have anything to do with it at all. I do miss the geese and I masturbate an awful lot these days, but I guess I can wait for geese until I can get to a better position to do something.
And I guess my reason for coming to you is to see if I can adjust to the whole thing about geese and try and understand it before it gets too hard to understand.
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Charlotte M. had a problem and it was not going to be that easy to cure her of it because she wasn't sure herself as to what her problem was and if she wanted to be cured of it. I would have to work with her a lot closer to see if things could be straightened out. It would have to be done as soon as could be.
Charlotte M. came regularly to her sessions and was quite prompt and punctual about it all. She told what she had done and what she thought about a number of things and there soon became an apparent streak that could be looked at as a trend of sorts and there would be little trouble in isolating things for her if that could be done. I knew that there was a chance and the hope that came up from her was to be an inspiration for her to try and make more progress and to see the error of her ways and become a normal person rather than a "goose woman" as she would refer to herself at times.
Her biggest problem was that of finding suitable sex partners and that would have to be worked on in order for her to feel that her life was becoming a productive one and not an abnormal freak show.
At the time of this writing, I think she is well on her way.
CASE NUMBER FIVE - Ramona Z.
INTERVIEW ONE:
As she put it herself, Ramona Z. had a "thing for little furry animals." It was all the size that did it and the fur they had. She could go wild over any animal that was small and furry and she had a room full of rabbits, hamsters, guinea pigs and the like. She had kittens that she would keep until they were full grown cats and then she would get rid of them, as she did with dogs that were no longer puppies. She had to have them small and cuddly or there was no reason to keep them.
She came to me on her roommate's urgings. She was a freshman at a nearby college and just eighteen. Her major was psychology and she worked in the lab at school and had a habit of taking the animals home with her and even keeping some of them in her dorm room, much to her roommates dismay. It proved to become a rift of sorts between them and it was because of this that she came to see me and to seek my advice and counsel. And I was more than happy to give it to her, for Ramona was a lovely girl.
She had jet black hair that hung below her shoulders and her figure was not overblown but very neat and quite pleasing to look at. She had a beautiful face with two eyes that never seemed to be the same color with each visit. One time they might be blue, another they might be green and sometimes they were something in between. She was a most exquisite girl and very charming one to have in the office. Once the sessions got underway, I knew that she would be a joy to have in the office and that the sessions would be a most enjoyable experience because she would make them into one.
Here are her own words on what was said in the first session.
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Susan told me to come here, but did she tell you why I was supposed to be here? Or didn't you speak to her at ail? I mean, I really have no idea if you two said anything. I just want to know if I have to tell you the reason I'm here or if you already know.
Well, in case you don't, she wanted me to come here because she thinks I'm a bit out of my head because of the thing I have about animals. Small animals. They're all over the dorm room at school and she thinks they are a bit too much to have around the room. I really don't know why she holds it against them to be there because they are really harmless little things and they're too loveable to be believed, but I guess she isn't as loveworthy as I am because she thinks they are disease carriers and she wants them out of the room. I don't like to say it, but I think she is dead wrong and I won't get rid of them. And that's final.
I guess you're wondering why I am so adamant about the creatures. It's because I really like them and I think that the little furry animals of nature's kingdom are not to be slighted in any way, shape or form, and if I had to get rid of them, I know that I would go out of my mind. I've been told that I ought to get a boyfriend and that should get my mind off of the animals, but there is just no desire to have a boyfriend. I mean, the animals are enough.
But she still thinks that I ought to come and see you about the problem, so here I am. What do you want to know?
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I knew it would be rougher than I thought because she doesn't think herself to be in any real problem and it would not be an easy task to get her to realize that she had the problem and that she was indeed in trouble because of her attraction to small animals and her lack of attraction to boys. I decided the best recourse would be to delve into her childhood and see when the interest in animals became the all-consuming drive in her life.
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My childhood? It really isn't very interesting. I mean, not a whole lot happened. I lived with my family in the city until I was twelve and then we moved to "the country". It really wasn't the country at all, but all the years in the city made anything with a backyard and trees the country and so I moved to "the country". I mean, for the first couple of months, I really expected to see cows grazing on front lawns and that really sent me going wild because no one else in school seemed to think that way and I soon got the name of weirdo. I was in the seventh grade and just beginning to reach my sexual maturity and I couldn't go out with a boy even if I wanted to because none of them wanted to go out with me.
But another reason might be that I was a fat kid and not the greatest looking of all girls. I mean, I was just a little ball of butter and they also didn't want to have a fat thing hanging about. That was also a problem.
So I spent a fairly lonely childhood. I mean, after the move and all. I couldn't keep up with my old friends from the city because my mother didn't want me back in that area and I spent a lot of time sitting in the backyard looking at birds flying around the skies and a few stray squirrels running around the trees in the back. It was dull at first, but then I learned a few things about them in a biology class and I knew that if I looked at them intensely, there would be an awful lot I could learn. So I really began to study them.
I watched them as they did everything and the more I watched, the more I liked looking at them and I really could get into them. There were so many interesting things they did and I had to watch. It got to the point that I would rush home from school, eager to see what the squirrels were up to next. They were much more fascinating than people and I didn't mind not seeing any humans for weeks as long as there were squirrels to have around me. That made things a lot better.
I wanted a squirrel, but they were just a bit too hard to get and I tried to catch one, but they never came close enough and the pet shops would never sell any of them. It seemed that if I could watch a squirrel in my own home, there would be so much I could get out of it, but I couldn't get one to watch and I thought of the next best things.
I wanted to get some gerbils. You know what they are? They're like rabbits and I thought there would be no trouble in getting any of them, but that was my first mistake because they multiply so fast that a lot of stores won't sell them and no one I knew had any and so I resigned myself to getting a rabbit. Not that a rabbit is any sort of a bring down, but there is just something about a gerbil that I wanted.
But I bought a big, furry, white rabbit on sale in a local pet store and brought him home and put him in an old pen that we had because the person who lived there before us used to keep racing pigeons. When he moved, he gave them up and left us the cage and it was big enough for a rabbit to fit inside with no problem at all and so he was to be kept out in the garage until the cold weather came and I could keep him inside.
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She paused for a moment and looked at me. It seemed that there was something that she wanted to say, but didn't quite know if she wanted to say it at all. There was a long pause and she looked at me for what might have been an eternity for her.
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I really don't know if I ought to say this, but there is something that seems to make me feel a little strange about the rabbit and air... I mean, there are those who have said that it really isn't right what I do with the animals, although no one else knows about it... I think my roommate suspects, but I don't know for sure and I really can't say what it is because I've never talked to anyone about it... do I have to say anything about this to you because it's supposed to help things any? If I do, I will, but if I don't, I would rather not say anything about it.
I'll wait for your answer before I say anything else. And if you want me to talk about it, I will. Really. I mean, if it's going to help things here, I will tell you anything you want to know about it all. Just say the word.
Maybe I'd better tell you about it anyway. I mean, you're a doctor and you probably don't have to say anything about all this and so I guess maybe if it has anything to do with what we're talking about, it can be said and put out of the way and if it has no bearing on things, then it's not going to disturb things too much anyway. You know what I mean?
Well, here it is, then. I had... I had a... thing for those animals. I mean, they... they turned me on... sexually. You know what I mean, doctor? Besides a feeling that I had for them, there was an erotic attraction, too. I mean, I could really get involved with having sex with them. You know?
And by sex, I don't mean fucking and things like that, but more of a thing where I could masturbate with them around and really get off on it a lot better than I could if they weren't around and that really made a difference. If I took a rabbit and put him on my tits or at my cunt... especially my cunt, and I'd let him nibble at it like rabbits do, it would really turn me on and I'd go out of my mind with it all because they were really something, those little furry animals. Their light chewing and their soft fur was all that I needed to have an orgasm and they would usually give me one in no time at all. I mean, I really got hot for those little furry things and I really liked them. I mean, it was totally incredible.
No, not a was but an is. It still works that way and I still like those sort of things. I still like having a furry animal at my cunt and I can get off on that better than anything else. I've tried guys and they do nothing for me and I know girls won't do it, either. There are always animals to do it and that is what sends me off completely and that is why I have such an interest in them.
Well, not primarily that. I like them anyway. I can really relate to them, but they're also a sexual thing for me and I think that maybe the two things have a lot to do with each other. It is really hard for me to say, but that is what I feel and what turns me on. I really dig small animals against my naked body.
The furry feeling... it sends shivers up and down my body and makes my cunt vibrate so fast that it can come just by the touch of the warm fur to the warm pussy. I can never keep totally sane when there is a rabbit or a hamster or a guinea pig at my twat and that is maybe the reason why I should be here. I don't know, though, because I really don't feel like I'm doing anything wrong. But there is that thing that society doesn't think it's right and they can make things really miserable for me if I'm not in some sort of agreement with their way of living and I guess that I want to get into society's way of thinking or at least get to a point where I can think for myself and not feel guilty about it.
So that is why I've come to you for help. I don't know what my roommate told you and I have no idea if you know if she's expecting a certain thing from me as a result of seeing you, but that is how I see things and I hope that would do because if it doesn't, there is a good chance that I may never know a moment's peace because once I get into the real world, there may be a lot of people who just don't appreciate what I do and I'm probably going to suffer for it.
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But we both knew it wasn't the last thing and that there was an awful lot that had to go down between all that had been said all and that had not been uttered at all. And it was the latter that had to be reached. How to do it? Who knew. It would be best to let her talk it all out herself. I suspected that she would do that with the minimal of prodding and I just nudged her gently and got a torrent of conversation out of her which showed just how she was thinking in relation to what she had said. I really began to think that she was disturbed by her attraction to small furry animals and that she wanted to be cured. But that would have to come with the passing commentary that would come from her lips as she spoke of her problem.
I could only go from there and take what she gave me in conversation as what she wanted from me and what she expected to gain from these sessions and I could only hope that she could recognize the grave error she was about to commit by failure to admit that there was anything wrong with her attraction to small furry animals. After all, if there wasn't, would she have come to me in the first place?
At any rate, here is the transcript of the second interview with Ramona Z.
INTERVIEW TWO:
So I told you about the animals last time and I guess that you want to hear more about them because they do form such a major part of my life. I mean, they are the whole thing. I do have friends, especially not that I'm no longer the fat kid I was when I was twelve. I mean, I still have a good bit of fat on me, but now its in all the right places like my hips and tits. But that doesn't change what I feel about the animals and I had to talk to you I guess about them because they are so much on my mind lately. Especially since I started coming to see you because now I'm talking about them to you and they are on my mind constantly because I think of what I'm going to say about them to you and I wonder if it is going to come out all right and I go over these things in my mind an awful lot just to see if I can get my thoughts straight. So here goes something and I'll see if I can make some sense out of it if I tell you a story about my sexual attractions to animals like that. I can maybe illuminate the whole thing better if I talk about it.
The first time I ever had anything with these creatures was really nothing because not too much happened. I had no idea what to do with them and I had a very quick orgasm because it was new and exciting and I could really get into it because the feel of a small furry animal against my naked body was new enough that just the feel could turn me on. And that would be all that I had to worry about.
But as I had more and more to do with them, I had to go further and further into it to make a sexual experience into something that was sensual as well. I had to be very alert and on my guard about what I could do and couldn't do with the little furry things. And as I learned more and more about them, I could really get into some heavy things with them that made things get even more involved and even more sensual. I mean, there were all types of things to do and I found that they were not hard to master at all. I really got into the whole thing and I really enjoyed sex with the little furry animals.
But I guess you want to know a situation. Well, I have to think about it because it isn't really easy to come up with something right off the bat. I mean, I have to think of a good one that will show how I did everything and just what these animals mean to me.
I guess the one that does it best is the time I was in the lab overnight to look after a sick hen. They had fed it something during an experiment and it was supposed to grow really big, but something went wrong and it developed a bad side effect that made it walk slowly and in a crooked manner and it also had a lot of trouble picking up food and swallowing it. The animal had to be fed every three hours by hand and I volunteered to stay overnight and keep an eye on it because they knew that it would either recover or die by dawn. I thought that I could keep it alive and, unfortunately I didn't do it, but at least I had tried and it lasted until the morning shift came in and the more I think of it, the more I believe it was the morning shift that killed it, but again, that's something I'll never know because I wasn't there to see it happen. They could have killed it, but I will never have any way of proving it.
But that is getting off the story. I digress a lot and if I do, please let me know and I'll get back on the story.
So I was there in the lab watching the hen that night and I was alone with all those animals. I'm not sure if the reason I wanted to stay overnight was to keep the hen alive or to be with all those sensual animals that lived there, but the point is that I was there and I was going to do something with them and I ached until after the first feeding when I would have three uninterrupted hours of sex with the rabbits and guinea pigs.
I wasn't as naive as to think that all I had to do was let them out and they'd go for me. I knew that the moment I let them loose, they'd scatter as far from me as they could get. So I had to do something to keep them inside the boundaries I occupied.
There was a large cage by one of the work tables and it was empty, so that seemed the perfect place. I took all of the rabbits and hamsters and guinea pigs I could get and placed them in the cage and watched them run around. They were so thick inside that they covered the floor completely and they would have to climb on my body once I climbed in.
I undressed and looked at them for a moment before I climbed in with them. I would finger fuck myself if it would be necessary, but that would be crossed when needed because I might get an animal that would nibble at my cunt or a persistent snout that would keep rubbing against it. I couldn't wait to find out.
I sat down carefully, taking pains not to sit on one of them and watching them scurry away from me as I lowered my aching nakedness into the den of sensuality that waited below my tender and bristling skin. I had to have them against me and I soon would. All it took was the time that I needed to lower myself into their world. And in a moment, that, too had been accomplished.
They ran around the pen in a frightened state, their soft and hairy bodies rubbing furiously against mine. They slid against my skin and I could feel my body temperature rise at least ten points and my sexual feelings hit a new height of sensuality. I had to have what was about to occur and I would never be happy again until it was over with, yet I never wanted it to end. My mind was but a state of confusion and there was no way to get around that except for lying back and letting the wave of fur sweep over me. And it did in tidal wave proportions.
In an instant there were little sharp feet on my soft skin and they dug slightly into layers of sensuality that my skin suddenly became. It was too sensitive to the fur and my nipples shot out to attention. A small animal came upon it and nibbled it lightly and the chills that shot through my body lifted my back to an arch and my legs shot open, revealing myself to the creatures that were near the V of my legs.
A guinea pig was the first animal over to the sweet pussy and he pushed his snout into the tender flesh. He licked it slightly to get the taste and, satisfied with what he tasted, he began to nibble ever so lightly at the sensitive twat. I had no idea how long it would last, but I knew that I would give out first for the waves of pleasure that swept my body were incredible. I felt like a bulb being illuminated by a strong current and I felt the shocks of sensual pain ravage my cunt and my brain.
He was quickly joined by a small rabbit who was just as curious as the guinea pig was and the two of them began to nibble on the twat that was before them and the pleasure doubled. I couldn't take too much more of it and the final push into my first orgasm was the gerbil that suddenly discovered my clit, and began to nibble lightly at that. The animals never bit hard. It seemed they knew just where they were and what they were doing and what I wanted and they never got out of hand at all. It was a soft and rapid type of nibble and it was the sort of feeling that was great. I had to have more of it and I just lay there, trying to hold back the impending orgasm, not letting it take me too soon.
The harder I tried to hold myself back, the harder they seemed to nibble, telling me, in effect, that they were not to be swayed from their job and the more I tried to hold back on them, the harder they would make it for me to be successful in my efforts. I knew that they would eventually win out and I would have been very disappointed if they failed and I won, but the game was fun and I had a great time at it, feeling the increasing pain and pleasure build up inside me for the ultimate that was sure to pass at almost anytime. I would really get into it and I knew that the animals would, too.
Those that weren't nibbling at a cunt or a clit or an ass or a tit or an earlobe were walking about my body as if it were a rug on their floor. They dug their tiny claws into my -body and sent another shiver of pleasure into me. If you haven't experienced a feeling like that, you haven't lived. Really, doctor... it's too great for words. I just can't describe it. They run lightly over your body, their fur dragging about you lightly. They run between two great big tits and they rub their soft fur against the naked skin and it's like the softest of silks being run against you and you melt. That's the word for it. Melt. You become a melted mass of nothing. And the only way to find out is to try it yourself. No words can describe it.
But anyway, there were these little creatures running all over me and I was enjoying every minute of it. I could feel myself ready to come again and this time the throb that signaled the arrival of the orgasm was stronger, but I held back on it and refused to let it break through. There was no way I would come yet. I was having too good a time.
But it would have to end soon and the third throb was the one that was too intense to hold back and I found myself splintering as I tried to hold the fluid in and it came like an explosion, parts of my body flying all over the place. I seemed to land everywhere and I knew that there was going to be another one that would destroy me even more.
My orgasm was the most intense that I had ever had and as I came all over the cage, the animals ran to my cunt juice and lapped it up as if it was all they could ever eat. In no time, there wasn't a drop of it left on the bottom of the cage.
But it had done something that I had never expected to have happen at all. The taste of the pussy seemed to grab the creatures and turn them into lusting slaves of the twat and all those who had sampled but a little of the sweet brew rushed back at the mysterious mouth that gave it to them and banged on it trying to get more. And all the animals who had not tried it rushed at it to see what it was that the rest had gotten so excited over. There would be no way to stop them now and they rammed themselves again and again at the closed cuntlips, trying to get more of it than they had been able to get before. I had never seen anything like it in my life. And again, they never bit to hurt. They only bit to turn me on. I guess they understood me. Maybe that was it because I really don't know of such a thing being possible. They say that the animals are too stupid to know the difference. I don't know about that.
So, at any rate, that's what kept happening. I came again and it was even more intense than the first one and I went out of my mind. The orgasm grabbed me totally and I thrashed about the cage, my back arching like it were connected to an electrical current. I had no idea how much I came, but I was so exhausted after that time that I had to get out of the cage and as I left it, they were still clamoring for the cunt juice that I had been bestowing upon them again.
I dressed and looked to the hen and fed it a little bit of food and then placed the sex crazed animals back in their pens and watched as they raced around looking for more pussy until they tired themselves out enough to quiet down and go to sleep. I would have never believed that such a thing could be true if I hadn't seen it with my own eyes or felt it with my own tantalizing cunt.
I spent the rest of the night watching the hen, sleeping and studying. It was pretty uneventful, but I had been worn out totally by those little animals. And when the night shift ended and the morning crew came in to take over from me, I went back to my dorm room and went to sleep. And as I lay in my bed, getting ready for the sandman, I glanced over at my animals and wondered if they would be as effective if I should ever try it with them like I did at the lab. I will do it, too, someday. Probably over Thanksgiving when my roommate goes home. I wish she would go home a bit more often. It would leave me a bit more time with my animals.
I mean, I don't get upset when I have to go and wander around the dorm for a couple of hours because she has her boyfriend in, but it does get annoying to have her not care at all for my animals.
Oh, and did I tell you about the time that I had sex with Richard, my roommate's boyfriend and we did have the animals out? Did I mention that at all? I'll have to tell you about it because that was the other thing. My roommate did get sick and had to spend a couple of days at the student medical center and Richard came over to see her and since she wasn't around, he seduced me and I wasn't too unwilling because he is a very nice looking kid and even I can tell a good-looking guy from one who isn't.
So anyway, I'll have to tell you that one.
* * *
Yes, she would, but it would have to be the next time because we had run out of time again. But her story was becoming more and more interesting. I could see her affinity for the small animals and felt there would have to be some psychological connection to it. Perhaps she had something of an inferiority complex that allowed her only to relate to small animals of a fairly insignificant nature. It was very hard to say about that, but I would know more after I had the chance to hear what had passed between herself and the boyfriend of her roommate.
It was very important that such a thing had happened because it showed that she did have momentary flashes of human sexual desire and that they were normal, too... she was interested by a boy and not another girl. That was a promising note and that would figure in rather importantly in what happened next.
It was also of interest that she had been able to get Richard who, to my knowledge, had never shown any signs of desire towards the same animals that drove Ramona Z. crazy, allowed himself to be brought down to the level of her perversion.
I would wait anxiously for the next session.
INTERVIEW THREE:
I think that last time I was telling you about Richard, so I'll go right into that.
Richard is my roommate's boyfriend and he's a junior and majoring in history and government and he's one of the most beautiful boys I've ever seen... I mean handsome. You're not supposed to use beautiful about a boy. Anyway, he's good.
He's always been very friendly to me, to the annoyance of my roommate. But he's always told her not to worry and she really doesn't listen to him, but that's something else.
Richard did come over the night that she went into the health center because it had happened so late in the day that no one told him about it. I did when he came over, though.
He didn't seem too upset over it and he said that he would go over and visit her the next day and then began to ask how I was. We talked a bit and I could see that he would get closer and closer to me with each sentence. I made no effort to tell him not to and then, when he saw that I knew what was up, I smiled at him for reasons I'm not even sure of and he smiled back and moved very close. We were ready.
In a couple of minutes we were both naked on the bed near the hamster cage. We rolled on the bed in a heated passion and he took my tits into his mouth and sucked me. I returned by taking his prick in my mouth and sucking him. We both sucked each other for a while, each taking what we could of the sweet essence we each held for each other.
His prick was huge and it filled all of my mouth with no trouble at all. I had to do something with it and I sucked on it although I wasn't as turned on as I thought I might be. I had to do something else and I knew just what to do, but I had to see first if it was really needed.
He turned around and pointed his cock at my snatch and moved into it slowly and getting ready to pump himself into me. He was going to enter my sacred darkness and pierce it, illuminating the mysterious darkness with his bright torch and the closer he got, the more I could feel the heat of it all, I would have him and have him soon.
He approached closer and closer until he was in me and pumping away at me, trying to get in to me as best as he could.
The heat of his passion seemed to melt me, but not as much as he might have and he still pumped himself more and more as if he had some sort of race to win. He jammed more and more of him into me and the more he did it, the more I knew what was needed, and, as I wasn't sure how he would take to it, I would wait just a little longer.
He began to buckle his body as if in the grip of the great spasms that would take him eventually and I knew that his time had arrived. I could feel his heat enter me and I knew that he was in the midst of his climax by the raging spasms that gripped him and the gasps of air he fought for and seemed to miss. He had his entire body in the mighty power and he would have to get out of it before I would do anything else. I had something in mind that I wanted to see and prove for myself.
As Richard ended his climax, he whispered into my ear a question, wanting to know if I had come, too. I told him I hadn't and he said that he could go another round, so why not try. I told him that I was all for it and so that is just what we did.
He pulled out of me and seemed, for some reason, to be even harder. I knew that he would be fine for the next round. The next round would be eating out and that was the next assumed position that we found.
He lay with his head at my cunt and I with my mouth at his cock and the two of us ate each other as if we were the finest of meals to be found on the finest of menus in the finest of restaurants.
But there was something that was missing. I knew what it was and knew that he would never agree to it if he would know what was going to happen, but there was no reason in the world for him to know until it did occur and I moved to correct the error that our love-making contained.
The cage with the hamsters was in reach and I was able to open the door of the cage and the seven furry animals raced out of the structure and hit the bed where Richard and I were still eating each other.
I then went for the rabbit and the guinea pigs and before he knew what was happening, Richard and I were engulfed in a lovely sea of soft fur and sensuous little feet. We had them all over us and I was in a state of total euphoria. Richard was not quite as happy as I was, but I could see that he didn't object to the animals at all and he even thrust his cock at one to let it try and nibble on the glans and when it did, he fell back to the bed with a smile of sexual ecstasy.
The animals were all over us now and there was no way to get out of it save for letting them have their way. They crawled all over us and put little dents in our flesh with their feet and we moaned with the feeling of total satisfaction as they transversed our nakedness. It was great.
But the one that that really got us going was when the rabbit, a huge white furry mass, rubbed itself against his cock a couple of times and Richard could no longer control himself and he spewed forth a torrent of spurting sex so sensually that I had to join in with my orgasm, too, and the two of us lay on the bed writhing with erotic satisfaction as the animals continued to travel about- us, taking in the seed that spilled in front of them.
And when it was over, and the two of us got up from the bed and put the animals away, Richard looked at me and then he looked at the animals and he shook his head and smiled as if he couldn't believe what he had seen and felt and experienced.
And then, dressed, he left the room.
I never saw him again after that. He never came around to see my roommate again and when she tried to call him, he either put her off with being in a hurry or had someone tell her that he wasn't in. My roommate wasn't sure what it was, but she knew that he might have been over the night she was away and she believed that it might have been me and got in touch with you.
But I know that it wasn't so much me as it was Richard. He knew what turned him on and refused to accept it. And isn't that the whole thing, doctor? Being able to accept yourself as you really are and being proud of it and not letting it get in the way of leading a happy life?
It's really too bad that Richard didn't let himself see what he was really like because it would save him a lot of trouble in his later life. I mean, it really would make things a lot easier for him if he would just accept the fact that he is turned on by little animals and their fur and things like that just like I think a lot of people in the world are. We are probably the world's largest minority. Sexual minority, that is. And I really think that it would be great if we could band together. You know. Because I really dig animals and... well, you know what I mean.
* * *
Unfortunately I did know what she meant. She was raving at this point about fantasies and I knew that she would be in for a rather lengthy amount of sessions and it would be completely up to me to cure her. I was sorry to see her in such an advanced state, especially as she struck me as being rather normal.
It made sense that she would be annoyed at Richard for what she called his failure to face up to and realize himself for what he really is. It is a pity because such youth doesn't understand that there are certain things that are considered normal and her particular fetish isn't part of the life plan of heterosexual male-female intercourse that we are all to follow. Oh, there is nothing wrong with a little deviance from the norm on occasion, but not to become a habit or a regular practice for, if it does, then the practitioner is clearly sick and has to be treated. Ramona Z. is one such person who needs treatment and needs it desperately.
Her unhappiness at her state is apparent in the attempts she has made to turn on other people to her warped sexual practices for she is alone in her state of sexual misery; in her sexual wilderness there are no trees. She has no choice but to try and bring people down to her level of existence. She has to do that for, in order to survive, she can't do it alone.
I tried to think of the best way to deal with her.
I have increased her session frequency and she is now coming to see me almost every day and we work extensively on the problem that she has. I am trying to break the chain of animal experiences by continuous positive reinforcement of normal, healthy heterosexual male-female values and there is the possibility that she is beginning to make some sort of progress and it is touching to see her struggle with the sessions and the manner they are conducted. I fully believe that if things go on in this manner, there will be help for Ramona Z. She may yet recover from her sickness to a state of complete health and there is every reason in the world to believe that such an accomplishment can be accomplished.
I feel that the next few months will tell me a lot of just how eager and how curable she really is for complete sexual normality. I wish her the best of luck. She is a great girl and there is every reason to feel her progress is reaching to a state of normality.
CASE NUMBER SIX - April R.
INTERVIEW ONE:
Of all the patients I have been receiving lately, none has been as beautiful as, nor have they had a story so bizarre as April R., a seventeen year old high school senior. April lives with an aunt in an apartment complex just beyond the city limits and she came to see me on her own, but with a problem totally different that the one that she wound up being treated for.
Originally the blonde goddess had come in to talk to me about a problem she had involving an inability to comprehend anything having to do with numbers. She claimed that her major problem was that she had no head for figures and that if she was going to have one, she needed it now because she would be entering college soon and would need the help in comprehending mathematics as it was important for her staying in school once she got there.
It didn't take long to find out that her problem was not much her lack of intelligence in numerical concerns (she is a rather intelligent girl and there is no way in the world for her to overcome this "problem" except for applied studying and really putting her mind to it and I told her that when she first told me the story), but rather that she did not have a boyfriend and her efforts always seemed to turn up another failure. She had recently been brought to meet a series of young men that turned out against her because of a number of reasons such as the young man having a girl he had to keep secret from his family because of her race, a young man who was secretly married and a young man who was homosexual.
April had not begun to give up hope yet, but one had to help her as soon as possible because otherwise numerous problems could arise. And it was out of this problem that a new one arose.
* * *
I really don't know why I came... well, I know why I came, but I'm still a bit surprised that I did come. I mean, really. Because I never expected to really come and all. I mean, I did call for an appointment and all that, but I still didn't think I'd ever have the nerve to come out for the appointment.
So anyway, my problem is that I am totally no good in math. You know? I mean, there is just no head for figures. I once took an algebra final and the teacher even gave me most of the answers and I just barely passed it. I have no retention for math at all.
And this is important to me because I want to get into a good school and I have been accepted already by a couple of really good ones, but I know that I'll have to take a math course and I'll flunk it because I won't know what the hell I'm doing with it all and that is going to be a problem, you know? I don't want to flunk out of school and I have to get to this root of this problem because I don't want to go through my life being a total mathematical fool. You know?
So that's the reason why I came here.
* * *
At this juncture, I told her that she was merely not applying herself to her work and that was the reason that she wasn't getting anywhere in her mathematical studies. I pressed on for more information. I asked her if she had a boyfriend.
* * *
A boyfriend? No, I don't. And you want to know why? I wish I could tell you. I really don't know myself. I guess I keep running into a lot of strange situations. I mean, every boy that I meet, something goes wrong. I really don't know why, but it just happens and that is about all that I can say about the whole thing.
Like I can't seem to get any guys anymore. So my aunt has been arranging these things. I live with my aunt. And nothing comes out of it all. They look at me and then they say that they have a girl already or they have a wife or they just don't dig girls because they're more for guys and it really gets annoying because I know I'm a very good looking girl. I mean, my hair and face and figure are all the sort of things that men look at as they pass me on the street and I get a hell of a lot of wolf whistles and no action to follow it up.
I have no idea what's wrong with me, but there is some definite problem that I have and I wish I knew what it was because it is driving me out of my mind.
So what do you think, doctor? What would you say if I was an arranged date for you. Would you take me or would you do what all the rest do and drop me because they're afraid of something. I know that girls who look like me aren't supposed to have any problem at all with guys, so where am I going wrong? Can you tell me? Do you have any idea?
I wish you could say something that would make it all better and maybe that's why I'm here, but there is that thing about the math and that I can't seem to understand any of it at all... do you think there is a connection?
* * *
I wasn't sure at all, but I knew that I would have to press into her sex life a bit more and I asked her about any experiences she had with boys and if there were any other experiences she had and how about some of her fantasies. She seemed more than willing to talk about them, and I sat back to hear what she had to say.
* * *
Well, there was one experience with a boy, but that seems like it just didn't come off right. I mean, there was something that got in the way... maybe I ought to tell you about it first.
When I was eleven, I was taken on a school trip to a farm. I'd never been to a farm and the whole thing just drove me crazy. I mean, there was something about it I really liked and the animals really got to me. I looked around at them and fell in love with them immediately. I mean, I really liked them. When you come from the city, there just aren't a lot of animals around to see and they really got to me. I liked them better than the usual cats, dogs or parakeets that you usually see in my area. And I really liked that they were friendly, too, because that seems to be all.
But what really got to me was the goat. There was one lone goat in a pen and I snuck off from the group at one point and got into the goat's pen and petted him until they came and told me to get out of the pen immediately or else. I was almost docked from all trips that year for leaving the group, but they decided that it was too harsh and just the fact that they had threatened me would probably do just as good, anyway, so I got off relatively easy as a result.
But I really couldn't get that goat out of my mind. It was as if there was something forbidden about the animal and I couldn't go near goats.
But what really got me was that there was another forbidden thing that was coming into my life and it was sex. There was almost a thing that the goat was just as bad as sex and the two of them ended up in my mind about the same because they were both things that I couldn't do. If I masturbated, I'd go blind and break out in pimples and all my hair would fall out and if I wasn't a virgin when I got married, my husband would drop me for someone who was and I'd live the rest of my life in the gutter as a slut and a harlot, even if I never had sex again in my life. And no one would touch me and the mark of sex would be on my face forever. A lot like Hester in The Scarlet Letter when she got caught at adultery and they put the red "A" on her for adultery, telling the rest of the world that she had been unfaithful to her husband. That was about the same thing that would happen to me if I had sex before I got married.
So I was really frightened about that and then when you think about the goat, there is the problem because I had been told to get away from the animal and some lie had been told to me as they yanked me out that if I stayed in there, the goat would eat me. I knew it wasn't true because I had read a few things about goats and knew they didn't eat people, but there was still the little thing going on in my mind that told me that maybe goats did something else to people that was terrible and that was why I had to get away from the animal.
I really don't know, but that seems to be the reason why I had a really hard time with sex when, at age fifteen, a boy I knew named Mark tried to have sex with me. We were at a party and I was drinking and he was drinking and we both looked at each other and the whole thing seemed really clear as to what we would do. I mean, he's really good looking and I know that I am pretty good, too, so we decided to go into the back room in the basement and try something because Miranda, the girl who was throwing the party, her parents were asleep and we decided the time to try something was about due, so we went back into the storage area when no one was looking and began to explore each other.
I had never seen a naked man before and Mark looked like he was one of the better ones. His body was hard and firm and very nice lines to it. And he had a bit of hair around his cock and that looked even better. His cock was really big. And as he looked at me, it grew bigger and harder until it pointed up to the sky.
He looked at me and I could tell he was impressed by my body. It was soft to his touch and he liked my really big and firm tits and the way they seemed to make everything else around the area like it was nothing.
He felt down my smooth skin and to my snatch and he fingered the coarse hair that grew at the opening to protect it and reached in and felt the golden snatch. He forced a finger into the cunt and moved it about inside for a moment. He told me that it really felt smooth and not unlike silk that his father made into ties for a living. He really liked it.
Then he tried out my ass and he plied it a lot, massaging it madly and I really liked it a lot. I grabbed his cock and felt it. It was really hard and stiff, harder and stiffer than I thought such things could be. But then, what would I know. I had never seen one of them before, much less touched one. And all I knew was that it really felt nice and that I wanted it inside of me and that he would have to do that if I was going to really enjoy it.
But could I enjoy it? The fears that it would be some type of forbidden thing began to haunt me. But I think I could have stood it if it were just a matter of forbidden matters singly and not multiple like the goat and the first thing I thought of was the goat and suddenly all sorts of things began to run through my mind and I wasn't sure if I wanted Mark to fuck me. I thought that I would rather have the goat because if it was going to be something dirty, might as well keep it all in the same family.
So what could I do? I wasn't too sure about it all. He was inside me now and he was really good, but all I could think of was the goat and how I would rather have the goat inside of me and that seemed to tear my mind apart. I was really torn about what the whole thing meant and I was not too aware of Mark when he came and his beautiful body twisted in exquisite spasms that made me wonder if I ought to go for the goat instead. I really had no idea what to do. All I knew was that I wanted the goat and that was about all that could be said.
Mark was vaguely aware that his sex partner wasn't all there as he pulled out of me and he asked me if there was something wrong, but I told him not to worry about anything and, since he really didn't understand too much about women at the time, I could get him calmed with just about any explanation. It was really simple and that was that.
But there was still the goat and once it got around that Mark had fucked me at Miranda's party, it looked as if I was an easy lay and a lot of people came around to see if I'd ball with them, but there was that goat on my mind and that was disturbing the hell out of me and I knew that I'd have to have that goat before I could do anything again. That was the whole thing. I was obsessed with the goat and the only way around it was to get the obsession out of my system and that is why I came to see you, I guess, although I would still like to do something about my thing with math because I do want to keep from flunking out of school and I would hate to do it on math. I mean, something else might not be all that bad, but to flunk out on math is something of an insult. You know what I mean?
* * *
I knew just what she meant, but wasn't saying. She had to have that goat and there seemed to be only one answer to her problems, and that would be the ultimate affair with the goat. But a certain amount of time had to be gained before she could successfully get it on with the animal and have it give her the most effective treatment of her problem.
The next appointment would be in three days.
She would tell me more about the goat and her fantasies and realities then.
INTERVIEW TWO:
I thought a lot about what I said the other day and what you told me. I also had a math test and I really studied for it and I also barely passed it, so I still think we ought to look into that, too, in addition to my thing about the goat, you know?
Anyway, there were times in the two years between my reaching the conclusion of sex and the goat and my night with Mark and the two years between the night with Mark and right now that I did have a lot of sexual fantasies with a lot of goats in them. I mean, they were the reason I could come after a while. I could see nothing but goats in front of me and I would come when they were there. I even bought pictures of goats and hung them on the walls because no one would suspect a person with a goat fetish and I would masturbate at them all the time. I really could get off on them. Goats were what took me completely. I wanted to have sex with one in the worst way and I did try and get to them, but they were always in places that I couldn't reach because they were just too far off. I wanted to get in touch with a person who would let me have sex with their goat, but I had no idea where to find that sort of thing.
So all I could do was dream of goats. And I didn't dare tell anyone about it because I knew the ridicule I'd get. And when I did go out with guys in school, they'd try and get me to ball them, too, but I wouldn't because there was the thing with goats and the word got out soon that I was not the spitfire I was supposed to be and then the guys just forgot about me. It was almost as if they were just not concerned about me anymore... which they just weren't, because I wouldn't put out because I wanted a goat more.
I could always remember things fairly well if they touched me and I remember the way the goat felt when I petted him and that was something like six years ago. I remember the stiff hair he had and how it felt so nice against my hand and I wondered how it might feel against my tits and cunt. I really want to try something with a goat soon.
That's my whole problem, actually. I have this because I can't enjoy anything without a goat getting in the way and I could probably do really good in math if I had a decent sex life.
* * *
I was amazed at the perception she showed concerning her own sex life. I was really amazed at the grasp she had of her problem. It might be that she didn't need me at all and that she could work her problems out on her own, but that wouldn't become apparent until after we had a few more sessions. I knew I could break her of the goat fetish. It was only, as are all other things, a matter of time.
What I did then was to tell her that she might be wise to inspect the chances of finding a goat and having sex with it. I mean, really going out and trying to get a goat to have her affair with and that it might just prove to be something worthwhile for her if she did indeed try that sort of thing. If she would ball with the goat, she would see how distasteful it was and it might be enough of a shock to send her back to guys. It might just work and I advised her that, while she might find the key to it all in the goat, she should not be too let down if it didn't work, meaning that, besides a good reaction, there might be a bad reaction or, worse, no reaction at all. One never knew and she would have to be warned about it in all ways. She had the three days between sessions to do that.
She didn't show up for the next session. There was no phone call or any other indication of anything that she would not be there. She just didn't show. That was all.
I wondered what had happened and speculated that she had tried to find a goat, but that there just wasn't any to be had and she would rather not face me without having balled a goat. It was a problem that she would have to deal with for a longer time and at a greater intensity if it was indeed true and I was sorry for her that she had chosen the way she had, although there was the glimmer that it was I who was at fault because I might have suggested to her the screwing of the goat too early in analysis.
That seemed doubtful, however, because I knew that she would have done that had I said for her to do so or not. She was just too hung up on the goat and that was about the only way to overcome what she felt. I knew that there was a degree of cruelty in my thoughts, but it would have to be because the field of psychiatry is not place for those who lack conviction to be firm with their patients.
I was rather pleased to see her at the next session, however. She appeared totally radiant in her blonde hair and a very pretty yellow dress that seemed to light up the entire room. I was glad to see her and wondered what type of adventure she had experienced since we had last spoke and I would give her every opportunity to speak about it if she felt she could. I realized that there might be a definite hesitation to talk of her absence because no doubt it was heavy on her mind. And I knew that she must not be forced to talk of it, but rather, led into it as if it were not all that uncommon a practice and that she would feel much better if she told me. But she would have to think that she was telling me out of her own accord and not being forced to it by the doctor. That was important. What follows is from the third interview.
INTERVIEW THREE:
I bet you're wondering what happened to me last time. Well, I'll tell you, but you'll never believe it. I mean, really, you'll never guess in a million years what happened. I mean, I got the goat... I haven't had sex with him yet, but I've got the goat.
I met a boy named Chris. He takes care of goats. I met him at a party over the weekend and he told me to come up and visit him with his goats some day because I'm almost out of school now and he says that he gets pretty lonely up there with the goats and he wants someone to talk to and I know that it should go into something really good. So I'm going up there on... I'm going up there to see him tomorrow because I can get the car and I can drive up to see him and then I can try the goat and, if there is any feeling to do so, I can have him, too. He's really interested in me, which is why I think he told me to come up and visit him, and I like him, too. He's really good looking and he looks like he's got a nice body and really hung, too, so I guess if I'm noticing that, I'm still not too far gone with the goats and I really am looking forward to meeting him up in the mountains. It's about a twenty mile drive and he even gave me directions on how to get there by car. I almost can't wait until it happens. I am really looking forward to a great time and I know that it should solve so many of the problems that I feel right now and maybe I'll even be able to get through math when I enter college in the fall because my head will be clearer. Wow!
I guess you want to know how I met him. Well, I was at a party and, well, that's about the whole thing. I met him at a party, that simple. He came over to talk to me and I thought I was going to die. He actually approached me and that's about the first time in I don't know how long, but it seems like too long. Wow!
He also didn't try to make me with the first words he spoke, either. And I really liked that because it made me feel that he wanted me for something else. Oh, I'm sure that there will be some other thing besides me that he wants. And I know that it'll be sexual, but it is nice to know that when I turned down his offer to go home with him, he still wasn't angry and he did suggest another place that we could meet like where he works and that was what did it completely for me. To find out that he worked with goats was just the thing that I need to hear and that made it definite. I really can't wait to get into the whole thing. And it should be really great tomorrow.
I checked the weather and it's going to be just like it is today and that means sunny with a high near eighty and that is going to be perfect. I mean, I can't wait, I'm so excited.
So I'll come in the day after that when I have the next appointment and tell you all about it so that you can see what you can in it and make some sort of statement about it and maybe then I'll be straightened out. I mean, it really isn't much fun with this goat thing hanging over me like this and I do want to try something to get out of it all.
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I saw that it would be no use to sit and listen to her that afternoon because she was so excited about the coming meeting that she couldn't have made much sense even if she tried and try she did. She had something to get out of her system and she knew it and she knew how and when to do it and that was just the very thing that she couldn't get out of her mind and I was ,to be the last person in the world to do so.
As I could see no sense in keeping the session going, I ended it and told her that she should come in the day after the meeting and she smiled and said that nothing in the world could keep her away from that. And then she left.
The interest she displayed in her problem was marvelous. She wanted to be cured of this odious hangup with goats and I couldn't imagine why she had tried to get to me on the silly pretense of a mathematical problem. She was probably a straight A student in math, anyway. But there are people who have to use such mistakes as a means to their ends and that is something that should be overcome when it is realized that seeing a doctor for your problems has no shame to it at all. In fact, there is a healthy attitude to it because it shows that the person is aware of his shortcomings and does plan to do something about them. And that is something that is to be admired in anyone that tries it. I have a feeling that someday it will be the rule rather than the exception to be under analysis and that will make a much better world once there are less of these poor depraved people to talk about the world, annoying those of us who are normal.
I can say with much confidence that the day is going to come soon, too. I have already seen evidence of it. The increase of publicity that we are given in the media is a sign of the times. And I feel that the day when a person who tries to better himself through psychiatry is going to be a person so common that he would no longer be noticed.
It will be that common. And that is a simple truth that I know will prove itself to be such in a relatively short time, too. Just the fact that we have people like April R. around who realize their problems and try to cope with them is a note that makes one feel so much better and I would venture to say that in the next few months, she will be rid of her sickness over goats for a long time to come and, if she is very good about it, forever.
But that is getting off the subject. I did wait for her to come back the next session and she did come in, just as radiant as she had been before. She gave herself away before she even had the chance to open her mouth. I knew just what she would say and was glad to hear it.
INTERVIEW FOUR:
So I bet you want to hear all about it. It was great. I mean, I had such a fantastic time and I learned so much about myself... there is really no other way to describe it as anything else but great. That's the only way. Really.
So let me tell you what happened. I went up to see him. He was right where he said he would be and there were at least two hundred goats in a pen right below where he was standing. He was watching them because there were attacks on the goats in the area and if he was around, wolves wouldn't come around to steal the sheep. Or that's how he put it. I really don't know how true that is, but it made no difference because he was there and so were the goats and that was all that mattered.
As soon as I got there, he flashed a great smile and we talked a bit. He is a college student and just finishing his second year and we talked about college and what it might be like and I made it a point to ask him about the math because its such a big worry with me and he told me to not let it bother me because it wasn't as hard as most people think and I ought to do something about getting over the fear I have about college math. And if that wasn't an opening! Right? I mean, that was the whole thing right then and there and I didn't have to beat around the bush any longer. I had just what I needed and I looked at him and told him that I was going to try and do that, but I needed help and how would he like to help me?
I didn't think he knew what I was talking about, so I figured I'd explain and hope for the best. I didn't know what to do about it, but I did know that he would at least stay and hear what I had to say because the story would be so weird that he would listen out of total curiosity.
I was right. He did listen to the story I told him about the goat and the lack of sexual potency because of the goat and about the math and the whole thing and when I had finished, he told me that he was very willing to help out with the experiment. I would have sex with the goat and sex with him and it would determine something.
He told me that goats were not bad at all and that he had fucked quite a few goats in his time, too, and that he would hope that he was better than the goats were, but he wasn't going to be that vain about it.
I stripped down and wandered over to the goat pen and climbed in. My light hair shined in the sun and gleamed with a glow that I had never experienced before. I felt vibrantly alive and my marshmallow tits bounced as I trotted towards the soft animals that were before me. I wanted to be with them so much that it seemed as if I would never get there. For each foot I ran, they seemed to move back a mile and I knew that they were standing still. That is what seemed to make it harder to reach. I had to get to them and I just couldn't seem to. It was like not moving at all. I feared that I would never reach them at all and the thought was a bit too much to bear.
But they did stay in one place and just kept grazing the grass that grew in the pen and I reached one. A male was near by and I ran to it. He didn't move. Chris had told me that they were quite used to people and that there would be no trouble at all with getting close to them. He was right. There was no problem at all.
The male just grazed while I rubbed my sensuous body against his rough coat. The feeling was not unlike steel wool, but I liked it and I kept rubbing myself against him and trying to rub every sensuous part of me on him. I rubbed my tits on him and then my ass and then my tits again. The feeling was a lot like a rough surface on a too sensitive one and I shuddered as a chill gripped me and refused to let me go. I couldn't stand it too much longer and I had to go on to something else.
There was my cunt. Could I straddle the animal? I tried. I put one leg over the goat and sat on him, the warm still hair against my cunt. And I rubbed it up and down until the chill that gripped me was almost too much to bear and I shuddered with an orgasmic reaction.
But I didn't come. That was the really strange thing. I didn't come at all. And the other problem was that I was suddenly and painfully aware that I hadn't come and I knew that there was something wrong because I should have come and I didn't. And the more I rubbed, the less of a reaction I had and I could feel the attraction for the goat grow less and less until I just wanted to get off the animal and walk away.
Chris was standing near the pen now, also nude and his beautiful body and massively stiff cock seemed so much more inviting than the goat. I told him that and he laughed.
He told me that I had probably not done it right and he grabbed me and took me back to the goat. He led my by a tit and I didn't protest at all because the warmth of his hand seemed almost to melt the tit completely. I was in his power, I would do what he told me to. I could do nothing else. If he told me to fuck the goat, I would do it with no questions asked.
So the two of us went to the middle of the herd of goats and he lay me on the ground and made passionate love to me, taking his tongue and thrashing it with mine and making the two appendages one solid mass of heated flesh that the two of us shared with our mouths. He crushed his body against mine and the two of us seemed to become one. And I knew that there was something going on that was bigger than the both of us.
I suddenly was aware that I was not thinking of goats and that the only thing on my mind was Chris and his beautiful body and cock and technique, but that last thing is only an assumption because I wouldn't know technique from a hole in the wall with all my experience. But all that I can say is that he really turned me on and that I couldn't take it too much longer. I wanted as much of him as I could get and I told him that between pants and the two of us just rolled together in the dirt and the goat mist and just melted into each others' bodies. He was all I needed and fuck the goats! Figuratively speaking, of course.
And when he inserted himself into my slot, I thought the top of my head would fly off because the feeling was so great that the whole thing was too much for me to handle. I wondered if I would have gotten the same reaction with Mark when I was with him at that party two years earlier.
Chris pumped me and I could feel my body expanding. I knew I would come soon because the thrill of it all was too great. I only hoped that it would be when he did because I wanted to have a mutual orgasm with him. It would be one of the thrills that I had to experience before going back to tell you all about this and I was too far into it all now to feel anything else.
But the throbbing of the impending orgasm seemed to be getting closer and closer and I was doing my best to hold it back.
He seemed to be in some sort of pain himself and I asked him if he was ready and he nodded his head furiously and I knew that the time had come to let loose and that is exactly what I did.
I unleashed a torrent of cunt juice that smashed up against his spurting cock juice that left his angry cock in such torrents that it would be hard to feel anything else anymore. The hot sex spilled into me and I could feel it warm my cunt and I knew that the end had come and the jury was in with the verdict and the answer to the question of what it was was that I was now away from goats and that men were the only thing left for me. I could feel the very insides of me sing with joy as I felt my soul lift upwards to a singing chorus of sexual gratification. I was about as cured as I think I'm going to get and it all worked beautifully and I knew that for the rest of my life, everything would be alright.
The only problem is that when I got home last night, I tried out an algebra problem that I should have known and the thing was still Greek to me and that I still have no comprehension of what a person can do with the subject and I do wish that now that we have the secondary problem out of the way about my sex life, could we do something about my original problem because the last thing I would like to do is flunk out of college because of math.
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I was glad to hear that she was now turned on to boys and not goats like it had been before. That was very good news to hear and I was happy that all worked out right for her.
There was no reason to see her anymore now that she had overcome the problem and she told me that in her next session when I told her that the way to be able to get over this silly math fear was just to study harder. She just looked at me and when the hour was over, she left and never returned which I do consider to be only a part of her youth. Youth is rather immature and I do believe with the opinion expressed by the gentleman who lamented that youth was, unfortunately, wasted on the young. A very astute point.
I did hear from April R., however, when she wrote me a letter around Christmas time of that year when she would be in her freshman year of college, telling me that she still found that she couldn't understand the math problems she was given and that she was in danger of flunking out.
Ah, youth!
CASE NUMBER SEVEN - Cora L.
INTERVIEW ONE:
Cora L. is probably the youngest person that I have ever had to treat for sexual deviancy. She is thirteen, but her looks belie her age. She has striking red hair that looks not unlike a fire engine. Or suggests a fire engine, at any rate. Her body is very well developed for a thirteen year-old girl and is really rather well developed for a lot of women that are older. She looks to be at least twenty, but she is indeed only thirteen and that is a rather startling fact when one isn't ready for it.
Cora had a problem that seemed to be different from a lot of other problems that I had come up against in that Cora had been raised in an orphanage and had a feeling for two things of a sexual nature.
Her first was a love of orgies. She had the best time of sexual life at an orgy, but that would not be strange at all because of the orphanage upbringing. She would have been exposed to a variety of sexual stimuli at the establishment as it is a certain nature of orphanages to be that way.
It is also a good bet that she had much in the way of homosexual contacts with other women and girls of the orphanage and when asked, she did admit to it and talked rather freely about it.
But the unexplained matter was that of the attraction to pigs. There were no pigs where she was living and there were no pigs around the orphanage and that seemed to be quite a disturbing thing that she would have sexual desires for pigs. She also added to the strangeness of the case by adding that she has seen and touched pigs and there is no sexual attraction, but the thought of a pig during sexual activity (she only had sex with women and as of yet there were no men in her life, although she was noticing them much more than she was looking at women) would have the power to push her into orgasm. It wouldn't come any other way. Only if she began to think of a pig while having sex.
The case seemed to be of a rather unusual interest and I knew that it would be a good idea to talk to her as extensively as would be possible. There were no pigs in her past at all and the major problem was to find out where the pig first came into her life. That was the major part of it all. And that would be found out in a series of interviews that would be passed through as the time went by and more and more sessions would be gone through.
I knew that she had a wealth of secrets to tell me and I was eager to get them on tape. What follows, then, is taken from the tapes that were made of her sessions.
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From the beginning? Well, what do you want to know? Everything? I don't know if I can come up with everything because some of the incidents really aren't with me, but I can tell you as much as I can remember and that should do something for you.
I never knew my parents because the first memory that I have is of an orphanage. I was told that my father died a month before I was born and that my mother was killed about a year afterwards. I was taken to a home for orphaned kids and that was the first place that I can remember. My first memory is something of being at a table with a lot of other girls and eating something that there wasn't a whole lot of and that was the first thing I can remember, but that isn't much because there was never a whole lot to eat and I can remember being hungry most of the time.
Anyway, as I grew older, I began to realize some of the things that went on inside the orphanage that I took for granted were normal occurrences and really never questioned them. There was little outside contact and I just didn't know that life was much better on the outside until I left the orphanage last year to live with an aunt that said she would take me. I mean, it was horrible, now that I look back on it and I really don't know if it was quite what would be the way to bring up even a subhuman, but they do exist and as one that has gone through them, I really am glad to be out.
But anyway, they used to beat us, but just about everything they did seemed to be for some official's sexual pleasure. I got whipped while a lot of the teachers and supervisors had orgasms watching. I used to be tied up to a bed post and whipped with a leather whip until I didn't know what was happening anymore. I even had a soldering iron thrust up my cunt, but someone had forgotten to plug it in and I wasn't hurt at all, but the place was really depraved. I mean, really sick.
And they used to have their way with us with sex and all and I've been fucked by a false cock so many times that I know just what they think as they enter.
But they had their thrills this way and a lot of the other girls could really get into it after a while, too. I never could. There was always something else that I wanted and there were always guys, or, rather, the thought of this really mysterious thing that got me, probably because I had some idea of what they were and that would be about it. I had never seen one until I left the orphanage... one in person, that is, and I did know enough, however that, when I saw one I liked, I knew what the feeling was and that I was really homy for one.
And I wanted to get to know a few of them and since I've been living with my aunt, which is no bed of roses, either, but a lot better than the orphanage, I have had the chance to meet a lot of Other guys and sleep with them and have sex with them and so on, but there is one problem that keeps coming up and that is this thing for the pig.
I don't know where I got the idea for the pig, but I do remember that there was a book I liked a bit more than the others that had a pig in the story and it was something of my favorite and that is about the only reason I can come up with for having the pig fantasy, but even that gets a bit out of hand because I can only have an orgasm when the pig is on my mind and that comes rather quick when I begin to think of the pig. I don't understand it at all and I guess that's why I've come.
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I thought it might be helpful if she told about how the pig would work in achieving an orgasm.
She seemed very willing to talk about it and every question that I would ask her met with a very willing answer.
The scenes of debauchery that came to mind with her descriptions were horrible, yet I kept having the feeling that she was a better person for it all and that if she had been raised in one of the modern soft homes that so many of our youth come from, she would have been a lot worse off today than she is now.
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What happened is really not that easy to talk about because there was a lot of wild activity that went on with it. I have been whipped a lot while the nude supervisors had sex with each other and they would tear at each others' bodies and really get into it like I had never seen before. They would chew on tits and they would go after each others' snatches and they would really eat each other out. I had to do that to one once and it wasn't that bad, but I liked it better when it was being done to me and that was really a trip, you know?
But I had to do it... now that I think of it, there were more than once that I had to eat them out. Yeah, there were quite a few times because that would be part of the ritual that was run through so often. Like I would be called in because someone decided they wanted me that night and I would be brought into a bedroom they kept for the occasions and I would be stripped. I mean stripped. They would literally rip the clothes from my body and it would fall to the floor totally unwearable and I'd have to wear it anyway because they wouldn't replace any of them and they rather liked the sight of a girl walking around in rags with too much skin showing to be decent.
And when I got round and mature and really built just around the time I became eleven and a half, they really went after me because I was really something that turned them on, but in a strange manner because they were really after very young girls and now that there was something very different from all the others in the pack, they could really get into me because I looked better than most of them did and I think that is the reason they got rid of me by calling up my aunt and making the state force her to take me because I did look so much better than the ladies running the orphanage, not to say that they were all fat and ugly, but they were not as good as me.
Anyway, there was all this problem with clothes as I was saying, but they didn't care and most of the girls had only shreds of material to wear except on the days when the state came to look at the place and make sure that all was going well. Then we had party dresses.
But I would get called in and they would tie me to a post or something like that and they would stick all types of things up my cunt and they would whip me and they would force me to lick and eat out their cunts and their asses and I guess I was more indifferent to it than anything else because it became so common that I could expect it at least once a week.
They did other things, too. Once they had a big dog... a great dane or something like that and they had it come on over to me as I was tied up and it licked out my cunt until I couldn't hold things back any longer and I came all over the dog and it went wild and licked up everything it could and the teachers went wild because they were so out of their minds with lust that they all came right then and there as the dog ate me out.
He was pretty good, though. I mean, that tongue was really strong and it made me feel like I was really getting something like a cock in me. I knew by now what a cock was and what it could do and I really wanted to try one out and this seemed closest to what I had heard about it.
But that night the women had other ideas and they weren't content with just one coming like that, they had to have more and they got the dog turned on with some type of chemical or drug that I don't know the name of and he went out of his mind and mounted me and began to fuck me like I never knew what was happening. But there was this really hard cock in me and I knew that it wasn't too much unlike what a guy had between his legs and I really hoped to get to one soon because I really liked the dog's cock in me.
And after he pulled it out, I had to lick it off and so there I was licking it off, blowing a Great Dane and the whole thing would have probably turned me off completely except that it was the first time I had ever experienced a cock and I kept thinking that it really belonged to a guy so good looking and so well built and so well hung that it just never made any difference.
But these women who ran the orphanage wouldn't know about things like that. But they really weren't too bad themselves and they all had good, firm tits and their twats were still in great shape because they hadn't been stretched out with a lot of cocks and babies and things like that to stretch it out and make it look like it's yawning.
And they were all pretty young, too. They all looked to be in their early thirties at the most and they were all really nice faces, too. And they had hair, some long and some cut really short, but it was all what they wanted.
They used to have me fuck with the Great Dane after that and I really liked it. I mean, there wasn't a guy around and the dog had the only cock in the house. I called him Keith after a person in a book that I had read and the name stuck out, so that's what he became.
But this all seems to get away from the pig. I think that the pig stuck with me because it was a story that I liked and I'm not really sure how it figures in, but there would have to be something in there to make sense and I guess that is what you'll do with what I'm saying.
And so I suppose that the fact that the pig was such a nice animal in my thoughts... why? Well, to start with, the pig... I really don't know, actually. There was a barnyard and two pigs in the story and they seemed to control everything else that went on in the story and they were the ones who everyone else had to answer to and it was really from that, I suppose, that I got a thing for pigs because I liked to think that I could get into something like that, too. There would be a day when I would be like the pig and running all the others around me because the pig would be the ruling class.
Oh, they did find out about the fantasy I kept having at the orphanage. They knew about it... I'm not too sure how, but they did do something about it just before I left the place.
I think they found out because I used to talk in my sleep and one night I must have said something because at breakfast someone looked at me and oinked the way pigs do. I really didn't know how to react, mostly because the whole thing came as such a surprise that I really didn't know what was coming off and I just gulped down the spoonful of food a little harder as a result.
But they knew something and I wondered if they would do anything else about it all and I hoped not, but there was only one thing to do and I settled back to await my fate and I knew there wouldn't be long to wait.
I was a little surprised when they didn't call me into the great chamber of the staff that night because I figured that it would be all around the place by now and I knew they would do something to me with it. Probably tie me to the bed post again and whip me while they squealed in what they considered a close enough approximation of a pig. I knew it would be something like that.
The next day was a little tense for me because I knew there was something up and just didn't know what was up or what to expect because there was no indication of anything about to happen except that I knew there was something about to happen. And that was all I had to go on. And that was enough. More than enough.
I expected to be called out the following night, but again, there was no call for me. But what scared me was that there was no call for anyone at all and I knew that they were getting something big together because they would never let two nights go by without some sort of activity. That was far from their ways of doing things and I shuddered to think of what would follow it all. They wouldn't let the pig incident go by, especially since all the kids were razzing me about it now and they couldn't pass up a chance like that at all.
My anxieties were increased when the third night held no call, either. Now I was beginning to go out of my mind with worry as to what would pass. I knew it would be some awful torture, but there was nothing I could do except sit and wait for it.
It finally came on the fifth night. The call went out for me and I had no choice but to answer. I wandered over to the great chamber ready for the worst.
Upon opening the door, I found the entire staff of the orphanage waiting for me. There were no whips or chains in sight and I wondered what would go now.
They stood around me for a moment and then they ripped off my clothes as I had expected and then they brought out the rope and tied me to the bedpost, but this time I was in a different position. My snatch was more exposed to the world than it had been on previous occasions. They had something new in mind.
One of the women took a rag that had something on it and smeared it about my cunt and I wondered what they had put there. It would be something foul, no doubt, but it felt cool and nice and not the burning feeling that I had expected to get. There would be something about to happen, but I still had no idea.
One of the women said something to me about pigs and that if I liked them so much, I would have one and I knew just what they were planning. I was going to be raped by a pig!
They all began to chant around me with sounds of pigs and then, suddenly, they opened a door and a giant hog rushed out at me and immediately began to eat out the substance that had been smeared on my twat. The giant tongue and teeth tore at my organ and I felt the terror suddenly disappear as a new feeling of enjoyment seized me. I was not having sex with the animal on my own accord, but was having it mostly because of the perverted pleasures of my keepers. And what surprised me was that I liked it, too.
They kept chanting their piggish noises while the hog continued to ram away at me, his tongue finding its way into every possible part of my snatch. It tried to take in all that it could and get all of the mysterious coating that had been applied to cover my cunt to make it more palatable for the beast which was now interested in the sweet juices that emanated from the crack that he had never seen before. It was a stranger to him, but the hog still enjoyed what it had to give and he kept shoving his tongue in and as far up the glory hole as he could get.
I was going out of my mind with pleasure as the beast kept tongue lashing me. I really felt the hardness of the hog's tongue mesh with the softness of my snatch and I could feel it travel all around me and inside me and really get to a point where I wondered if I could feel anything else. It was almost too much to take and I knew that I would burst from the eroticism at almost any time.
I pulled at the ropes that bound me because the sensations within me were too great to stand and I could feel the rope cutting into my flesh and I didn't care at all. All I knew was that there was this animal that kept eating out my snatch and that it was really good.
But I think it was good in the same way the dog that they had fuck me felt good because it was something hard like a prick and that really got to me. Like I said before, I've had chances to sleep with pigs many times and they did nothing for me and the fantasy was only a mental thing, but there was no choice and I loved it although I knew it was definitely not the hog.
So this hog just kept at me and before I knew it, I was getting really close and I was going to come and that hog just kept up at me and I came. I came in an orgasm that really ripped me apart. I mean, there was no way out of it. I was really destroyed by it and I could feel every nerve in my body buckle as this really great spasm his me and I flew all around the room.
The hog just kept going because there was a new taste in his mouth and he really dug it and he went after me, prolonging the feeling and I went clear out of my mind.
But the hog did finally get what he wanted and the women dragged him away and then they came over to me and grabbed a tit and tit fucked a smaller, younger girl from the orphanage while the others stood around and watched and masturbated.
My massive tit worked in and out of the young twat and it didn't take long for them to come and that was that.
But the hog broke loose from the hold that one of the women had on it and it ran into the room while the rest of the women ran after it, trying to catch it. They jumped on it and one ended up on its back, riding around the room while another one of the women jumped on her and began to eat out her ass as the two of them sped about the room on the wild hog.
The women worked together and they were able to round up the animal into a part of the room and they jumped on it, the hog squealing noisily and angrily as they kept at it, thrusting their cunts in the face of the hog and letting the creature eat them out furiously, each of them fighting for the hog's tongue.
The hog had no idea what was going on, I guess, but I'm sure he knew what he was able to taste and he went after the cunts that were before him and he did it wildly and with such a passion that it couldn't be believed. The girl I had tit-fucked untied me and the two of us went over to watch and soon found ourselves in the middle of the thing with fingers up our asses and cunts and our fingers somehow in the same places.
Suddenly there was a squeal that seemed to tear the air and one woman screamed something like she had its head and I realized that in the heat of the battle, someone had actually torn off the head of the hog and there was blood flowing all about the room. I felt the warm red liquid against my skin and watched in horror as the women fought for the substance, but not to take into their mouths like total savages, rather to smear on their bodies and they grabbed handfuls of the blood and soon the entire room took on a blood red tinge and they went into it wilder and wilder.
The orgy was getting to a dangerous point and I wanted more than ever to get out of the room. I feared that I might be a sacrifice next because they weren't altogether interested in keeping me around. I had outgrown their age of fetishes and they knew that I would have to be disposed of. I didn't know that they had already contacted my aunt and told her that she would have to take me and that I would be out of there in a week or so, but there would be something to getting out of it all and I had to get out fast before their sex lust hit a new craze.
And suddenly it seemed to die down. Activity ceased and the women dropped to the floor panting from the exertion they had felt in the affair with the hog. I was tired myself and hoped they would get rid of me soon.
One of the women looked at me and saw that I wasn't tied to the bed any longer and she lashed out at me verbally about that and ended the tirade with a forceful order to get my ass out of there and do it quick, but don't think that it was the last time I'd hear from them. No, not by a long shot. And I knew enough to believe that they were right and that it was far from the last time I would have something like that happen to me and it would probably be worse the next time because they didn't untie me.
Although I was not sure now why she had come to me, I thought her story was interesting enough to want to keep her on as a patient. She had gone through an experience that would effect her greatly and I knew that there would be more stories she would tell me that would stimulate me to take care of her problem in a manner I hoped would be effective.
I haven't seen too much of her, however, as she soon took up with a boy who promised to take her away to far away exotic places and, I am sorry to say, she fell for the line and she married him. She is only thirteen and he is only seventeen, but he is from a very wealthy family and I believe one can do just about anything when there is money to back what the person is saying. And she is probably jetting about the globe this very minute while her problems are growing in such scope that I know she will come back to me in the near future with her problems for that is usually the way that things go.
While I do not keep in touch with her directly, I do understand that she is still turned on by her pig fantasy and so in that respect she hasn't changed much at all.
But she is still young and I know that as she grows older, she will see certain errors of her ways and that she will try and correct things as she sees fit.
That is all that any of us can do.
CASE NUMBER EIGHT - Sharon R.
INTERVIEW ONE:
The last case in this book is the story of Sharon R., a girl who, at eighteen, had achieved what a fair degree of practitioners of bestiality would consider to be paradise. She was a veterinarian's assistant. She had access to all the various types of animals that she could find and she had sex with almost every type of animal that could be kept as a house pet and a few that captivity proved couldn't.
Her problem was a mystery to me except that she didn't want to stay in her situation forever and she knew that she would have to be kept away from animals in order to be cured of it all. It would all be a problem if it was allowed to rage on unchecked and that is about what was happening because her degree of self-control was waning and she had fears of being caught with an animal and being discharged by her boss. The entire thing was a constant source of worry to her and she came to me for help. I knew that I would have to help this poor girl and also knew that it really wouldn't be all that hard to do so because she seemed so willing to be helped.
What follows is taken from the tapes of her interviews.
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I am afraid of losing my job because if I have sex with an animal when the doctor goes out and he comes back and finds me nude with a dog or a cat or whatever, then I get fired or maybe even something worse which can be a real problem because who knows what will happen after that. Maybe I'll be sent to jail or something like that because it's against the law to have sex with animals and I really don't know what to do. And that's why I'm here.
I don't know why I've turned on to animals or when it happened or what and I know that it has to be cured if I want to lead a normal, happy, productive life and that is just what I want to do.
You want experiences, I would imagine, so I guess the best place to start is when I first began working there. There were all sorts of animals around and I really felt a tinge of excitement... no, not a tinge. This was a regular torrent. I mean, a gushing torrent that really grabbed me and I really knew what I wanted to do with them. I've had the interest in animals and I now felt there was a direction for it and I really knew that this would be the place for me to really expand and do something. I would really get going with this and I would really enjoy it.
So I began to pet the animals and hold them and fondle them when the doctor was around because a person can get away with that as it is normal. But the doctor never knew the rushing torrents of desire that went on behind my mind underneath the closed doors of my body, for shielded beneath layers of innocence was a raging fire of passionate lust that would never be slaked unless I would be able to touch the fur of the animal against the nakedness I knew was forbidden by man and denied to those who really craved such sexual satisfaction and sensual excitement. There was no way out. I had to feel the animals against me and know them more intimately than their masters were willing to know them. I would have to wait until the next chance I had when the doctor was away.
It would happen soon enough, but the waiting was sheer torture. I had no way of knowing how long I would survive and I felt that if I wouldn't get the chance to do something soon, I would go mad.
My chance came when the doctor told me that I would be alone with the animals one evening for about two hours because he had an appointment with someone concerning a bill that would benefit the veterinary sciences and would be staying in the state capital a bit late that night because of train connections. I would be alone with the animals and my heart leaped just to think of it. I couldn't wait.
That evening when office hours closed, I went out to a local delicatessen and had a sandwich and a can of soda and then went back to the office where it would be feeding time for the animals. My heart was pounding like a trip hammer and I really wanted to get into it so bad. There would be very little to hold me back once things got going and I wanted to get things going immediately.
There were so many animals that I had no idea what to go for first. There would be too many little problems like that and I knew the only way out of it was to take the first thing I saw. It was an entire pen of small puppies.
They were all about one and a half months old and very frisky and they were there because the doctor had taken care of a stray dog that was pregnant and when the mother died not long after childbirth, the doctor kept the puppies until he could find owners for them. There were six of them and he kept them in a pen together.
They were terriers of some sort and they were very frisky, continuously moving about the pen in a flurry of activity. The moment anyone came near them, they would jump up and down and go completely out of their minds. I had never seen anything like it and enjoyed playing with them when times were a little slow. Now they would play with me.
I stripped, letting the clean air hit my naked flesh and I went over to the dogs. They were as frisky as I had expected them to be and I was glad. I knew enough about dogs to know how they would react when I gave them the chance and I stepped into the pen as they leaped up onto my soft skin. I leaned over, my massive and softly beautiful but terribly erotically firm tits loomed over them and one dog leaped up and tried to catch a nipple. The feeling that struck me was so great that I fell to the floor immediately so as not to waste a second of the joy I could feel at their paws.
And just as soon as I hit the floor, they were all about me, nibbling what they could of me. They went after my cunt as if it was their mother, but they also went after the two tits that lay atop me and two dogs each took one nipple and sucked me as they must have thought it was their mother returned to them.
The remaining four were placed about me. Three were in my cunt, licking whatever they could find there and trying to enter the mysterious organ that was now placed before them. They gnawed at me lightly and sensuously and I could feel all types of sensations grabbing my body as waves of pleasure took me and transported me to places so far away that there was no way to return save when they wanted me back. And that would be when they gave me the gift of the orgasm.
That was to be coming soon and I knew that shortly I would feel the pains of the great spasms that I wanted so much to grasp me and shake me until I was but a mere bag of shells. It was my greatest wish in life and I knew it had to come true soon because I was now where I had wished to be for a long time. I was there... naked... with the animals!
The dogs kept at me and a stray dog, the sixth of the litter, chewed at my earlobe. That was the final thing and about all that I needed and I went into spasms of joy as the dog ate out my ear and I felt the first tinge of orgasm hit.
But as much as I was enjoying the dogs and I was enjoying them greatly, there would have to be other animals that would have their chance at me because they were also creatures that I wanted to have a tumble with and so I would not let myself go completely with the dogs and I broke away from them at the last possible minute and went from the dog pen to a new stimulation.
The new stimulation was a large Irish setter that was being boarded for a weekend. I would have him next and I opened his door and let him out at me.
He went for my cunt immediately and I knew that I was dealing with a smart animal. He knew. A lot of animals have to be trained to go the way he did and I wonder if he had done this before. There is a good chance that he had because there was evidence that he was an old pro at screwing women.
After he sniffed out my cunt, he took a long, large tongue and washed it for a moment or two as if in preparation for the coming deed that he would be about to accomplish. He jammed his tongue up my snatch and crammed it into every corner that he could get into. And then, satisfied that I would pass, he removed his head from the sweet snatch so satisfying sensual, so syrupy and he inserted a huge cock in replacement for the tongue that now went to my tits and he pumped away at my silky snatch, the snatch that drove men and boys that have known me but never experienced me wild. The body that men craved was now the sole property of the dog. The face that was the desire of all that saw it was now to be done with at will of a dog and that was how it was now and would always be. I was only for the animal that was before me, pumping away now with his paws resting on my shoulders, forcing my back to arch and jamming my delicious cunt out for him to get to easier.
His large red tongue hung from his mouth now, dripping a most sensual saliva and he pumped back and forth now as he took from me my most prized possession, my womanly secret. The secret of the darkened cunt.
And suddenly I knew that I would come and I had to get out of him because there were other animals. But he was so big and forceful that when I tried to push him from me, he stayed right there. I couldn't get him off of me no matter how hard I would try. He was on me for good and that was to be until he came.
His breathing increased and he began to yelp and I could feel a dog's heat pass from his rod to my cunt and I knew that this was the end for me, too, and I fell back into a massive orgasmic reaction that tore my body to shreds. I loved it. And what surprised me was that after it had ended, I wanted more. I wanted to do the same with all the animals that were there. I wanted to fuck every last creature from A to Z and do it right then and there.
But it was getting late and I had to put the dog back in his cage and get the animals their meals and that would take a little bit of time and it would probably take up until the doctor got back from the state capital.
So I would have to wait for another chance to get into the animals. And I knew that there would be many that I could get into because now that he was getting tied up in a government project, he would probably be out of the office more and more. That would be great with me and I was looking forward to a time when there would be a lot of time I could spend with the animals.
But I did get into something else a bit later with a cat and there was a horse and then there was even a chimpanzee which was really wild because it had been trained as a stage performer and then the lab it was trained at went bankrupt and they held an auction and the doctor bought the chimp for almost nothing and it was wild because it was almost human. And I really wasn't sure if I wanted to try anything with Herman, but it seemed that if I didn't do anything with him, I would really be angry with myself and that was not the sort of thing that I wanted to do, so I decided to let myself go and have sex with Herman.
But for the whole thing being that Herman got signed up with a chimp act touring Las Vegas, I never did get the chance to do anything with him because one afternoon I came in and the doctor told me that he had just sold Herman and that he had hoped I would have been around earlier, but Herman had left about an hour ago.
I wanted to cry, but there were so many other animals around that one chimpanzee wasn't going to make a whole lot of difference one way or the other. Besides, there are a lot of really cool animals coming in now and I can't wait to get back and tweak my twat for a certain type of South American raccoon who had strange name that I can't say, but since they have hands like humans, it ought to be really wild.
I find it rather difficult to decide as to whether she wants to be cured or not. If she does indeed want the cure, then she would be going against it by her words that close the interview. If she doesn't wish to be cured, then it seems rather foolish for her to come back and talk to me about things that she really seems most indifferent about. I have no idea what she is thinking or how to face her and I will probably be able to tell more of her condition from the second interview which should be most revealing in the strange case of this most attractive eighteen year old brunette.
SUMMARY AND CONCLUSION
There is much to be concluded from the material presented in this volume of case histories of teenaged girls and their sexual habits concerning animals. Each one of the girls presented here is not what would be considered a normal girl because of her desires. It would therefore be a safe assumption that girls who desire sex with animals are not considered normal.
But each of these girls are able to sense this as they have come to me seeking help and that is more than they would have done had they been too involved with their diseased condition and refused all attempts to make them more acceptable to the lines that society has drawn for all of the members to fall within.
It may be stretching the point, but we also have to remember what might be said, in addition, about the state of affairs we refer to as normality.
Normality seems relative to what the individual in power thinks. If someone we know does something that is in total disagreement with the established guidelines, we can safely consider that person sick.
Or can we? Some of history's greatest men were considered to be abnormal by their societies. It is a hard thing to judge and I am certainly not in a position to do that to anyone at all, no matter what they have done.
But it is different with these girls for each has acknowledged that they might well be sick and that they are not going to take any chances that they might be wrong by saying that they are not unfit for human life at all and that the rest of the world is wrong. It must be remembered that a majority is the consensus of the bulk of the population and that the bulk of the population today is comprised of men and women who desire sex with members of the opposite sex of the animal species that is known as man.
This is what these eight girls have to aspire to in order to be considered healthy and productive people and in this way will they be able to lead normal lives that will enable them to stand proud and tall to the very end of their days.
To be able to help people to a state like that is the aspiration of every concerned person. I am glad that I have been allowed to be a part of that small and select group and it is hoped that, with this volume of actual stories from my files, that you, the reader will be inspired to do the same.
