Newsgroups: alt.sex.bestiality
From: ginnyw@netcom.com (Ginny Wilken)
Subject: Depth and Transfiguration (F, M, dog)
Date: Mon, 13 Jun 1994 07:30:54 GMT

		      Depth and Transfiguration

	This week's adventures? Well, let's begin in the tool shed...
I've been in swimming, and am not wearing a whole lot. Gordy is
leaning up against the workbench with his pants open and I'm sucking
on him, down on my knees on the concrete - I've always liked the idea
of being naked in front of a clothed man anyway - and Louie is licking
at my pussy from behind. We're in the shed because, like a couple of
high-school kids, we're trying not to get surprised by Gordy's mom.
It's not likely; she's upstairs watching a basketball game or some
such on TV, but there's a certain spice to being such bad children at
our ages...

	After I get Gordy off, rather explosively, I should say, Louie
is irrepressibly excited, and I decide to give him a shot at it. Gordy
lays down an old sleeping bag for us on the ground, and I try for a
repeat of the currently successful formula: get him to mount my arm,
then swing him around and stick my leg under him and push him into my
pussy face to face. It works, and he humps away and starts coming.
This time I've got him really well in, and he decides not to pull out
right away. I'm holding his ass down anyway - I love feeling his
asshole pulsate as he comes - but he is very relaxed on top of me,
looking dreamily into my eyes.

	I feel terrific; I'm physically and psychically linked to him,
and I'm picking up dog emotions: a wordless mind-meld of oneness and
satisfaction that pulls me in to a world of just us, as mating
animals, symbolic of every mating ever done... Gordy is hanging
around, keeping an eye out, and looking desultorily at old car
magazines. He says something like: "Hey, listen to this. This guy went
200mph in a... " I'm not hearing... I say, "Pardon us, Dad, but this
is a pretty intimate moment." Lying there wet haired and naked on the
cool concrete, my sweat making electrical contact with Louie's warm
and breathless body, feeling the spot inside me where I can't tell
where his cock leaves off and I begin, I am the best human and the
most animal I can be.

	People frequently confuse love and sex, not realizing that the
two can be combined or separated in infinite variation. From the way
Louie and I have treated each other in the days since this mating, I
know that dogs, too, can love through sex, and carry that love into
the rest of their lives without reserve. Hell, it's worked for me all
these years - it's my O/S - but what a great reward it is to recognize
it and share it with him. I am honored. And joyful to the point of
tears.

					Love to all,

						Ginny