Introduction
CHAPTER ONE Dog Swapping CHAPTER TWO A Tiger in her Tank
CHAPTER THREE Billy's Filly Folly
CHAPTER FOUR Girl's Best Friend
CHAPTER FIVE Of Goats and Gods
Conclusion
Bibliography
INTRODUCTION
"The following night, Tony returned with Blue, his huge and lovely German police dog. Immediately, Sharon and I took to Blue. I guess this was because he took so much to us. I couldn't believe that such an affectionate creature would be much use as a watchdog, but Tony assured us that Blue would be good protection against burglars and sex maniacs. Blue sniffed into every corner and closet, quickly and efficiently familiarizing himself with the entire apartment. He seemed to be very much at home.
"Tony said he had to go and play in his combo at a late party. Smiling, he bid us all good-night, and said he would probably see us next day. After Tony left, Sharon and Blue and I settled down on the living-room floor to watch the late movie. It wasn't long before Blue took over the show.
"Sharon and I began to notice that Blue was nudging embarrassingly close to our crotches. At first we shrugged it off as his being just overly affectionate, and we didn't think much about it. But, as the evening wore on, Blue became more and , more demonstrative in his affections, and tried to nuzzle right into my panties, sticking out his tongue, trying to lick into my pussy. Finally, I gave up and took my panties off and spread my legs out in a wide V shape. Sharon started giggling and squealing in delight as Blue quickly dived his nose into my nest and started lapping like crazy over my lips.
"The next thing we noticed about Blue was his canine cock. Before, it had been well concealed in his furry skin-sheath. But now it began protruding and swelling into the most enormous dog penis I had ever seen. The slick shaft, pink and moist and quivering in a state of sexual excitement, jutted out fully seven long inches. Sharon and I gasped and gazed in amazement at it as it swung erotically back and forth under his sleek stomach. Then we noticed his balls. Blue had huge black balls swinging just behind his enticing cock.
"Bouncing like big golf balls in a black leathery pouch, the dog's testicles seemed swollen with rich stores of dog come. Sharon was flat-out bug-eyed at the sight, and had to feel them to believe them. 'They're real!' she squealed, as she cupped them in her fingers and squeezed them gently. Blue spread his legs apart so she could reach under easier and play with his genitals. All this time, Blue was licking away into my red cunt-hairs. Both Sharon and I were getting hot with this new kind of creature. Neither of us could believe the length and thickness of Blue's big male prod.
"Here was an animal who loved to suck cunt. That much was obvious. What we didn't know was that Blue loved a lot of other things, too. Blue's nose kept .pressing into my pussy, and finally his black steaming nostrils began to shove against my cunt lips. His tongue was working like nothing you ever saw, darting in and out, in and out, sucking like a baby calf in order to lap up the secretions which were now oozing out of my lips. The feel of his dog-tongue inside my cunt was a new experience for me. It was mildly rough, but the way Blue was using it, it was pure torturous pleasure.
"Sharon had gone out of her mind over Blue's big cock, and she was lying on the floor under his hind legs, her face just under the enormous swinging shaft of his dick. 'God damn!' Sharon said in amazement, as her hands squeezed around his bulbous hanging balls. Blue seemed to know exactly what to do. He began squatting lower and lower over Sharon's face. Finally, his long pink rod slid into Sharon's mouth, and with a quick hunching movement, Blue jammed his long cock into it. I could see easily the entire length of his canine pride as it slid voluptuously and forcefully between Sharon's lips. All seven inches of bulging dog-prick stuffed down her throat. Sharon groaned in the newness of the moment, and I felt a little jealous that I didn't have that luscious, stiff piece of meat telescoping down my throat.
"We changed positions, and now I was lying flat on the floor. I took a quick long delicious suck on Blue's huge prick, then eased his swinging prong over my throbbing pussy. He got the general hint, and I easily guided his stiff and jerking organ into the opening of my cunt lips. When he sensed that the time was right, he jammed his cock deep and fast into me with the force of a freight train. I thought I was going to pass out with the sudden feeling of his torpedo-like tool ramming deep into my vagina, but it felt so exquisitely hot and strange that I didn't want to miss anything. I could only gasp as Blue began hunching in and out of my cunt, fucking me like I've never been fucked before or since. His big club jammed in and out with quick animal lurches, and the walls of my vagina were beginning to glow and pulse from the heat created by the friction of his dog dick sliding in and out of my pussy.
"While I writhed in growing ecstasy, drifting in a blissful and dream-like trance of animal and sexual passion, letting my senses take me to unheard of raptures, Sharon squatted over my face. 'Oh, baby, give it to me,' I begged in a whisper. Sharon kept her lovely, beautifully swollen cunt-lips just inches above my mouth, teasing my senses, torturing me by letting me see and smell her inviting and throbbing black cunt-lips. I hungered to suck into her canal, to know the sweet-salty liquids just inside her tight crevice.
" 'I think I have to pee,' Sharon said, and started to get up and leave for the bathroom. 'No, don't go,' I begged, and pulled her back down over my face. 'You don't have to go anywhere to take a leak, baby,' I said as I reached up with my tongue and tickled her cunt lips. 'You can take a piss right here, right now, honey,' I hinted. Blue panted hotly, fucking away like crazy in and out of my juicy drooling cunt.
"The next thing I felt was a burst of hot piss shooting from Sharon's pussy all over my face. God, it was beautiful. I didn't want it to stop. And it didn't stop. Faster and faster her pee shot out of her lips, over my eyes, into my mouth, around my neck. I let the stream burn into my mouth. It was delicious. Sharon reached down and was massaging my tits with her strong black hands, and Blue was ramming the hell outa my cunt, and the hot golden stream shot forcefully out of the black lips right into my mouth, flooding my mouth and throat, running over and down my cheeks, hot and exciting and fragrant. I loved Sharon's piss as it poured richly and freely from her pussy into my face.
"Then, before she was finished pissing, Sharon forced her cunt into my face, and the hot liquid squirted right into my mouth and nose. I gasped and moaned in demented stabs of pleasure as her boiling pee spouted and spewed from her beautiful throbbing lips. My tongue shoved up hard into her cunt while she kept on pissing into my mouth. I stretched my tongue deeply into her cavern, hoping to find the source of this blissful piss. Sharon groaned at the feel of my tongue up her cunt as she peed into my mouth.
"Then the black beauty moved her cunt off my mouth and replaced it with her ass-hole. I quickly sucked into the quivering little round hole of her shit-shaft, and began thrusting my tongue up into it. She wriggled on top of my face, forcing herself down into my mouth, forcing my tongue to slide deeper and deeper up her rectum. God, it was thrilling and lustful, being lost in the cave of her rear end. Floating on clouds of physical ecstasy, I fucked Sharon's anus with my hungry tongue while Blue screwed the shit out of my screaming cunt.
"I was being worked up to one big explosion, and I wasn't sure if I could stay conscious and tolerate the heavenly waves of exotic stimulation which were bombarding my senses. I could still taste the delightful piss from Sharon's cunt, even though my tongue was now ramming deep into her rectum. I could feel the thick ooze around my tongue, and then I could begin to taste the dark fudges of her ass-hole as my tongue swam through them, probing back and forth, in and out, sucking and thirsting after the thick rich treasures which were stirring hotly inside her ass.
"While Blue pumped away like a sex-machine gun into my screeching pussy, he lapped loudly and sloppily into Sharon's cunt. He loved the taste of the sweet-salty lotions which drooled out of her black pussy-lips. His tongue darted in and out like a long penis, shoving deep and strong into her canal. While Blue was tearing her apart from the front, I was ripping her anus with my tongue, and soon she began to shake violently. I knew this meant that it was just seconds away before she exploded.
"Blue seemed to sense the closeness of Sharon's orgasm, and this made him start ramrodding my buzzing crotch even faster. I could feel all seven inches of his hot swelling dog-cock fucking the living hell out of my boiling cunt. Then I knew I was on the verge of coming. Suddenly, Blue started hammering in and out of my pussy like a steam-driven jackhammer, making my body vibrate like an electric blender. This drove me out of my mind, and I knew I was going to blow. Then, Sharon groaned heavily, her body shook violently, her anus muscles convulsed and squeezed tightly around my tongue, as she started her incredible orgasm.
"I heard Sharon mumble incoherently, 'Ohhh ... ummm ... ummmm!' Her body quaked and shook, and she let out a loud rhapsodic fart into my mouth as she screamed, 'God, I'M BLASTING!' At the very moment Sharon shouted that she was blasting, I started coming all over the place.
Blue jackhammered fast and furious into my cunt, and the juices went flying everywhere. Blue was lapping like crazy to suck in all the thick creams which poured and shot from Sharon's cunt, and kept ramming his long thick dog-shaft deep and violently into my flowing, spurting pussy.
"I could feel the stiff thrusts cutting into me as Blue's cock shot dog come into me. I could feel the hot squirts spitting from the end of his convulsing shaft, burning my vagina with tingling, tormenting oceans of canine sperm-semen. Blue's body was arched and stiff and jerking as he shot his wad into me. My eyes saw stars, I think. Sharon was humming or groaning or moaning some kind of a chant, like a black witch. She was still in the blissful trance of extreme sexual fulfillment The three of us finally shot the last of our hot milky fluids, and fell to the floor exhausted.
"Somehow, Sharon and I made our way to the bed and fell on it together. Then, just as we were falling into a trance-like sleep, we felt the big masculine body of Blue curl up between us . ... "
In this study and examination of the phenomenon of bestiality-sexual acts between man and beast-it is hoped that the reader will be able to learn a little more about the nature of man. And in gaining a deeper knowledge of man's nature and man's relationship with Nature, the individual reader, hopefully and happily, will gain new insight of himself.
Through the centuries, since man began keeping a record of his experiences as a living creature on this planet, he has acquired vast storehouses of knowledge, immense libraries of recorded history. In this enormous sea of documented experience, an individual may find a wealth of material dealing with man's movements over the planet, man's thoughts and dreams and fantasies, his fears and prejudices, his urges and instincts, his hates and his loves, his neuroses and sublimations, his wars, his wares, and his wives.
This book deals primarily with one aspect of man's nature-the occurrence of bestial "impulses of love" and bestial behavior in man. It will be shown that bestial impulses in man have existed since man himself came into being on this planet For he is a beast himself, just as the other life forms around him. It will be shown that, not in spite of, but because of man's greater intelligence, he has been driven by enormous compulsions to relate himself to his universe, to bring himself into a "oneness" with his environment.
Out of the depths of his history, out of the cradle of his endlessly rocking collective unconscious, man seems impelled by tremendous forces to draw up feelings and fantasies, dreams and desires, and is continually fascinated by the darker aspects of his being. Yet, even with all his knowledge, with all his intellectual capacities and capabilities, man is hard-pressed to come to terms with himself.
On the one hand, we see man driven towards himself, driven by his better nature towards a greater acceptance of that nature. On the other hand, we see man repelled from himself, repelled by his neuroses and prejudices-away from an acceptance of his truer nature.
It is out of this tormenting conflict, however, that man finds the weapons and tools with which to battle against the demons of prejudice and repression. Out of the conflict between the conscious and the unconscious we derive the spark which ultimately flares and ignites the darkness within. And so, too, an understanding of the bestial impulse will help to light the darkness, and bring to man an understanding and acceptance of himself. Only then will man begin to lose his prejudices, his illnesses, his hates; only then will man be able to release himself completely from his self-imposed prison-the confinement of fear.
This book presents five case histories-of which part of one was excerpted in this introduction-of bestiality in our society. In their unfolding, which occurs through the words of the persons being interviewed, I have provided some analytic commentary which will help the reader to more fully understand the backgrounds of the particular cases under examination.
CHAPTER ONE
Dog Swapping
"The first time a dog ever lapped my cunt was-believe it or not-on my wedding night. As soon as the reception was over, Jim and I drove to our new apartment, anxious to get into bed and fuck. I must admit that we were both a little nervous, since I was still a virgin, and Jim knew that he was in for a night of it. Sure, we had messed around a lot before we were married, but Jim had this old-fashioned idea that his wife should still have her cherry when he carried her over the threshold.
"But he had finger-fucked me and sucked my pussy, and he knew from experience, from the way my cherry would hardly budge, that it was really going to be a challenge to break it. So, naturally, we were both a little nervous.
"When we got to our new apartment, we were greeted by Jim's two dogs-a pair of beautiful boxers-Bruce and Maggie. They watched us curiously as we both stripped naked and jumped into bed. Having completely forgotten that they were there-he had already gotten into bed-Jim had to get up and shoo them into the living room.
"As Jim turned back to the bed, his cock stood out like a cannon. It seemed bigger and somehow more menacing than I had ever remembered it. And believe me, I knew his cock well. Many were the times I used to give him head jobs while we were watching' a movie at a drive-in theater. He would get such a nut ache from all the heavy petting we used to do, that I had to finish him off with either a blow job or through jacking him off.
"But now that he was standing there in all of his glorious naked manhood, his prick, sort of-well, it scared me. He stroked it a couple of times and looked down at it, hunching his thighs forward, saying, 'Well, Julie, this is going to be your big night, and Junior here isn't about to take no for an answer, nor is he going to let you keep your big red cherry much longer.'
"At the sight of his cock looming before me, and upon hearing his challenging words, my fears and nervousness began to disappear. I pulled back the bed sheets, spread my legs, and Jim threw his head between my legs to where my slit was and homed in on my clit. This was the first time Jim ever ate my cunt with me completely naked and, wow! was it ever a suck trip. like I was Julie in the sky with diamonds. And it sure didn't take long for my juices to start overflowing over my pussy lips and down into the crack of my ass, as well as into Jim's mouth. While he was sucking my clit, he rubbed the nipples of my tits around his fingertips like little rubber balls until they jutted out like organ stops.
"I was writhing and squirming so much from Jim's manipulations that I felt I was going to burst into flames. Before I was even aware I was saying it, I was screaming, 'Jim, fuck me...
PLEASE, for God's sake, OOH, please fuck me!'
"He stopped sucking me for a minute and looked up at me, whispering, 'I'm not quite ready to plug you yet, darling. I want to get the last of your cherry juices, and I also want that cunny of yours to be ready to take my battering ram. I want your pussy to be so juicy that my cock will just slip in nice and easy, with no fuss and no bother.'
"After these words, he spread the lips of my pussy even wider and left my clit to stick his tongue up the tunnel of my cunt like a bear licking honey out of the hollow of a tree. His mouth was now buried between my pussy lips, and his nose was massaging my clitoris. Getting both areas stimulated at the same time turned me on so much that my whole pubic region was spewing and sparkling like a high-tension wire shorting itself out on everything in sight.
"In spite of my demands to be fucked, Jim kept reaming out my cunt with his mouth. Suddenly, before I knew what he was doing, he had twisted my body around so that I was lying on my stomach. He then started kissing the cheeks of my ass, slowly working his mouth into the crevice. He spread my ass cheeks apart with his thumbs, and licked and kissed my anus. He kept working his tongue on my ass-hole until the tight muscle began to relax and he was able to insert his tongue up inside my canal and rub it in a circular motion along the inner walls. He had never done this before, much to my regret, since it was one of the sexiest feelings I've ever experienced. But this latest game of his served only to make me hotter for his cock. My nerve endings must have gone completely haywire, because when he stuck his tongue up my ass-hole, it was as though I could feel it coming out my pussy. I screamed at him again to fuck me, and tried to turn over, but Jim had my legs spread-eagled and locked into position so that it was impossible to turn. The only thing I could do was to claw at the pillows and scream in unbearable ecstasy.
"Finally, Jim released his hold on me and turned me over. He pulled himself up over my body to where his face was even with mine and told me softly, 'Now you're ready to have your cherry busted.'
"I could feel his rock-hard cock sliding back and forth at the mouth of my runt as he moved his ass in a circular motion. My heart was beating so hard and so fast at what I knew was about to happen, that its pounding set up a counter-rhythm to Jim's movements in the bed. With his thighs he spread my own legs apart a little and forced them into a position in which movement was almost impossible.
" "This may hurt a little at the beginning,' he told me, 'but don't worry. Just lie still until I get my prick all the way in.'
"He lifted his body a little, reached his hand down, grabbed his cock, and began to guide it into my pussy lips. When I felt the head of his cock push past the lips of my vagina, I jerked my body involuntarily, and he locked his thighs harder against mine, preventing me from squirming out of the direct line of his penetration. Jim's awfully strong. He's lean, but very well built, and I knew I couldn't get free. I could feel the strong sinewy ribbons of his leg muscles ripple into my soft thighs, and I knew there was no escaping the fate that I both feared and welcomed with all the passion of my body.
"He was resting a great deal of his weight directly on my body, and his mouth was biting and nipping on one of my earlobes, and I thought I was going out of my skull. I could hear all of his little animal grunting noises, and his breathing was heavy and raspy, and I could feel the heat of his breath deep down in my ear canal. I could feel his hairy legs use mine for leverage as he hunched forward with each thrust. I screamed every time he lurched. The broad red head of his cock pushed up against my hymen harder and harder. I could feel-almost see-the tendons of his feet and ankles stretched taut, and his toes digging and gripping and straining into the bottom of the mattress.
"Again and again, with each hunching thrust of his ass, he speared his ramrod cock into my cherry, which refused to split. Again and again I screamed from the cruelty of his animal lunges, feeling like a fettered and helpless butterfly, pinned and wriggling on a wall, and utterly doomed by penetration.
"Finally he must have gotten mad, because my cherry wouldn't break and because I kept screaming. All of a sudden he got real quiet and stopped hunching his ass in and out. He whispered in my ear, 'Shut up, you goddam crybaby. You hear me? You shut your fucking mouth up, you bitch, and you do what I say.'
"I was so shocked at his words that all I did was just lie there staring into his eyes, which were bristling with anger in the half-darkened room. We lay like that for a minute, our hearts knocking at each other for dominance. Then, in a softer voice, he said, You're not helping me along, Julie, and you gotta help me if we're going to split that cherry. And I gotta break that cherry tonight, baby.
Don't you see that? Now don't fight me, baby. I want you to help me get through that tight red meat, you understand?' Then he kissed my eyes lightly and stuck his tongue in my ear. From there he went down to my nipples and gently sucked and licked them. His hair was falling down his forehead and brushing against my upper breasts and neck, and all those electric sparks and fires that had been there a few minutes before started igniting again.
" 'Oh, yes, yes, yes, I'll help you, Jimmy.' I hugged him tightly around the chest, around the waist, my hands finding their way down into the small of his back, where the crack of his ass cheeks began its curving descent downward to the back of his ball sack. Both my hands cupped his ass cheeks, which were hard and firm, the undercurrents of muscle tissue rippling from beneath the skin. And I pulled him to me hard.
" 'When I push into you, baby,' he instructed me, 'don't give way, but meet my thrust with a thrust of your own. I realize it probably feels like I'm ripping you wide-open inside, but once we rip through that tiny piece of skin, it'll be smooth sailing from then on, I promise you. I've never let you down before, have I? And believe me, you won't be disappointed this time, either, when I get through with you.'
"The softness of his voice, and the reassurances he was giving me, lulled me-hypnotized me-and it was as though I had no will of my own. I belonged to Jim body and soul from that moment on. I was determined now more than ever before that I wanted Jim's cock in the deepest recesses of my pussy. Come pain, blood, or hellfire-nothing was going to stop me from receiving the full length of his cock.
"Jim eased off me a little, grabbed a pillow and doubled it over, then thrust it under my ass cheeks. I knew then that in this position, with my pussy completely elevated, I would not be able to draw back away from his cock-even if I wanted to. Jim's next step was to maneuver back into his position above me, again forcing my legs apart with his own muscular and hairy thighs. He was now sweating with desire and breathing heavily. The feel of his penis again at the entrance of my pussy seemed to have grown tremendously, especially now that my cunt was so much higher than the rest of my body because of the pillow under my ass. With my pussy lips sticking up that high to meet his oncoming prick, a shudder of both fear and wild anticipation ran through the entire length of my body.
"Jim raised his body slightly away from mine, and when I looked down I could see the menacing but beautiful dagger of his manhood which was about to tear my cherry to shreds. I could see the long shaft of his cock poised above my cunt lips, silhouetted against the moonlight filtering in through the window. I could see his bulging cock-head kissing my elevated pussy, which was trapped by the pillow and his powerful thighs. Movement was virtually impossible.
"I waited for what seemed to be an eternity. I couldn't stand the suspense any longer as he held his cock above me. I was about to say something, but instead I screamed, for at that very moment he lunged into me with all the force of a pile driver. The burning, searing pain of my hymen tearing in two blinded me for a moment, and I screamed out, tearing at Jim's back with my fingernails, begging him to pull his cock out. He eased out slightly, and I thought he was going to obey my wish, but then he lunged back again, deep into my vagina, and I had no doubt that my cherry had been split. I could feel a sticky, warm fluid flowing out of my pussy and down into my cunt hairs and into the crack of my ass, and I knew it was blood coming from my torn pussy.
"I cried into Jim's ear, 'Oh, God, Jim, it hurts. Take it out, please.' I could feel his cock rubbing now along the walls of my vagina, and from the feel of it throbbing and stretching my insides, I thought he was going to rip my pussy canal open, too.
"But his only answer was that the worst was over, and it was going to be smooth sailing from here on out, and that I should just settle back and enjoy it. He began to set up a series of rhythmic thrusts-not rough like he had been doing a minute ago, but gentle and almost soothing. In and out, back and forth his ass went. I began to feel the smooth, velvety head of his cock brush against my torn skin, and I groaned every time he pushed it into me. But after a while, it began not to hurt so much, and my groans turned into sounds like a soft moaning purr.
"Jim said, 'It doesn't hurt so much now, does it? It feels good, doesn't it, Julie?' He reached under my ass, grabbed the pillow, and pulled it out from under me. 'Now you have a little room to react, baby,' he said. 'Show me that it's beginning to feel good.'
"All the while he was talking to me, he was gently pushing his cock in and out of my cunt, past the broken hymen and past my cunt hairs and past my pussy lips. Our sex juices were intermingling, and his wiry cock hair was rubbing up against my clitoris, and I began to know for the first time in my life what fucking was all about. And all of a sudden I also discovered that I had been pushing my ass up to meet his cock as it pushed deeper and deeper into me. The pain in my cunt was now being replaced by electric quivering of sexual joy. It seemed that all my nerve endings were concentrated in the core of my cunt, and Jim's meaty shaft was igniting every one of them. Faster and faster we both started pumping, each of us meeting the other's thrust head on. I had experienced clitoral orgasms before-by masturbating and also when Jim had sucked me. But this new feeling I was having was like nothing I had ever felt in the past. A deep penetrating heat was beginning to make itself known deep down in my vagina. I could feel Jim's cock rubbing along the walls of my cunt where not even my fingers had ever been. I started lurching and twisting involuntarily in response to Jim's pumpings, which were increasing in speed to match my own tempo.
"I could only scream at him, 'Fuck me, more-more! Give me more ... give it to me, honey. Oh, God, don't stop, please. Don't ever stop!' Jim's breath became shorter and shorter, until he was panting like a dog on a hot summer's day. His cock seemed to get stiffer and stiffer. My own cunt juices were pouring out of my pussy. My pussy canal was now quivering uncontrollably. I was feeling a million explosions in my cunt. I was no longer able to control my muscles. I couldn't coordinate myself. I must have gone blind for a minute, because I couldn't make out the window outlined by the moonlight. And then, just as I felt Jim's cock exploding in my cunt, I passed out.
"When I came to, my cunt was being soothed by a warm, gentle tongue. I lay back with my eyes closed, savoring the sensations which were beginning to tingle all over again between my legs. After a moment, I slowly opened my eyes to watch Jim lick me, and, to my disbelief, I saw Jim standing in the doorway of the bathroom with a smile on his face.
" 'So you want to have a three-way?' he asked me, still smiling. I looked down toward my pussy to see if I was really feeling what I thought I was, or if, perhaps, I was dreaming of Jim eating me out. When I looked down, there was Jim's large dog, Bruce the boxer, between my legs, lapping contentedly away at my cunt."
Jim and Julie are typical of a segment of the population who-as we shall see as we delve into their case history-enjoy sexual relationships with animals.
Jim's past was particularly conducive to a life style which was to lead eventually into the path of bestiality. An only child growing up in a neighborhood with few playmates, Jim recalls that his parents saw to it that he had companionship in one form or another with a series of pets from the time when he was an infant. The child, possessing a rather lonely and introverted disposition which was caused by unconscious impulses of alienation on the part of his parents, came to love and depend upon his pets for affection and companionship, perhaps more than his peers, who were more gregarious by nature than he.
His parents, too, unknowingly encouraged him into a pattern of psychological dependence upon his pets. Jim's mother was busy with social activities and community organizations. She exhibited the characteristic symptoms of the frustrated mother syndrome. She sublimated her feelings of helplessness and anxiety of never having experienced artistic achievement by playing the committee woman. Never daring to admit that she resented the birth of her son, which forced her to retire from what she thought was the mainstream of a glamorous life into the workaday world of the housewife, her resentment nevertheless let it be felt in her unconcern for Jim.
Nor was Jim's father inclined to make up to his son for the inattentions of his wife. He was a psychologist at a nearby college, where he studied the behavior of various species of animals, comparing them for intelligence and sensory acuity. To be sure, the father took Jim on tours of his laboratory, so that the boy eventually became enthusiastic enough about his father's profession to major in it himself later in college. Unfortunately, the father's attentions to the boy were only emphasized by their infrequency.
The boy continued to be a loner in college, preferring the solitude of his own introspective daydreams to the reality of the alienation and unhappiness of his parents. As a freshman he became interested in Pavlovian psychology and as a result trained a various number of the laboratory animals-as well as a pet dog of his-to a series of conditioned responses. Among other things, he taught one of his own pets, a female boxer, to lick and suck his genitalia at the sound of a bell.
Through later counseling it was learned that the dog ministered to his sexual needs on many a lonely night in his apartment near the college. In addition, he was able to train a male dog which he owned to obtain an automatic erection under the conditioned reflex system.
Jim met his future wife at a college dance which they had both attended during "Homecoming Weekend." She had seen Jim standing done and was taken by his quiet and reserved manner. She went up to him, introduced herself, and soon they were both engrossed in a mutual interest-animals. Jim agreed to show Julie his pets, and on Sunday he took her to his apartment
They began to see each other regularly after that and gradually Jim opened some of the emotional doors which had been so severely locked in a self-made attempt to protect himself from being hurt by people. He learned that he could "be himself around Julie. They fell in love and married after Jim graduated from college. In the next monologue, Jim takes over the narration where Julie left off-the point of his defloration of her.
"Julie was really surprised when she discovered that it wasn't me who was lapping out her cunt but Bruce, who had come into the room when I went to the John to wash off my prick. I knew that Julie had had the first real come of her life, and she wasn't about to turn over on her side and go to sleep at this point.
"But I also felt that my cock was in no great condition for much more fucking that night-even if it was our wedding night. My prickhead was rubbed a little raw from the ordeal of breaking her cherry in two, and I wasn't sure how many more times I'd be able to shove my shaft up Julie's beautiful box.
"I didn't really think about Bruce being a substitute for me until I saw him tonguing into Julie's pussy with a desire that would have put any red-blooded American cocksman to shame. And from the way she was taking to it, I knew it wouldn't be a bad idea after all.
"After her initial shock of seeing a dog eat out her pussy instead of me, she didn't really mind too much, especially since she was all primed up and ready for her second come. I explained to her how my cock needed a little rest, and maybe that we should let the dog have his share of her pussy. At the same time I was telling her that, I was kissing her on the neck and tits. And with Bruce licking into her pussy, I don't think she could have said no at that moment for a million dollars.
"By this time Bruce had jumped up on the bed and was pushing away with his head and tongue for all he was worth. I could tell he was all primed up himself because he had a giant hard on which was jutting out from under him, as if it were looking for some warm wet hole to crawl into.
"Julie had her legs spread-eagled on the bed and was wriggling her toes around as if trying to get rid of some of the cunt heat that was enveloping her body.
"Bruce must have really been enjoying Julie's body. By now he was licking up and down the inside of her thighs-that sensitive area that can make a girl go wild with the right kind of licking. He was pumping his head up and down, keeping in a kind of wild rhythm to the tempo of his tongue going in and out. For added variety, he wrapped his pussy lapper around and into Julie's cunt hairs and gave a tug which really set her to jumping.
"At this time I was ready to get into the action again, although my cock was still out of commission. I pulled Julie's feet up over her legs so that her ass-hole was exposed at the same time her cunt was. Then I positioned Bruce so that he was out of my way while he nuzzled her nest. That left me a nice opening to tongue around on her pink pulsating ass-hole, while the dog worked on her throbbing pussy.
"With my thumbs I spread open her ass cheeks so that the entire ring of her anus was staring up into my face, just waiting for me to dive into my delicious midnight snack.
"I bit and nipped at her buns, leaving little red marks on the smooth whiteness of her cheeks. The faint aroma around the tight pink rim of Julie's ass really turned me on, and my tongue ached with anticipation as my mouth descended like a suction cup over the pulsating ring of her rectum.
"As I licked around the band of her quivering sphincter, I noticed for the first time the smooth firm beauty of Julie's rear end. She didn't have any hair on her appetizing buns, and only a few golden wisps of curly pubic down which nestled around her rectum. I licked around her ass rim and pulled on her hairs a little with my mouth. She really liked that, especially with Bruce nosing in the front door while I was going in the rear.
"By this time she was really squirming and her ass-hole was beginning to lose its pucker, gradually loosening up as I worked it with my mouth. Then I spread her ass cheeks even further apart with my thumbs and started darting my tongue directly into her anus. Back and forth, in and out I thrust. Deeper and deeper I shot my tongue into her rear hole, exploring the inner walls of her rectum, luxuriating in the new and exciting discoveries I was making in this exotic territory.
"While I was reaming out her ass-hole, Bruce had repositioned himself in an effort to have more room to eat away at Julie's cunt. Apparently, in my enthusiasm I had pushed him out of the way of pussy dessert, and he wanted to get back into it. He was now standing with his back legs over her shoulders, and the furry sheath of his cock was brushing against Julie's face.
"Bruce and I continued to work away at our ass-and-pussy-eating contest, each challenging the other for the garden of delights found in the depths of her warm inner caverns of flesh.
"Julie was now trembling in the ecstasy of two tongues, tongues which were expert at drilling the juices out of her love channels. I had never seen cunt fluids flowing so thick, hot, and free. And these fluids were not only limited to her cunt I could feel and taste the semisweet juicy liquids being exuded from her rear canal, and it was all I could do to keep from blowing my mind from the taste and smell of Julie's ass.
"By now Julie was in a state of half-conscious rapture, not even fully aware of her own actions. It was obvious that she was in the throes of a tremendous orgasm. She was thrashing wildly around on the bed and it was all I could do to hold her down and keep her from tumbling off. But I knew I had to hold her in this position in order to see that she had her full measure of orgasms. Her quivering told me that she was experiencing a volley of short, fast, electrifying rushes of pleasure. Convulsively thrashing her head back and forth, Julie's lips kept brushing against Bruce's gigantic dog-cock. It was now fully distended from its furry sheath, and Bruce was beginning to haunch instinctively up and down, searching out the warm cavern that was blowing hot air against the skin of his exposed and fiery cock-head.
"I knew it would be only a matter of seconds before Brace's cock would hit the juicy warm target of Julie's mouth, and then he would really start to hump his canine cock deep into her throat.
"At the very instant I was thinking of this possibility, it happened. One of Brace's downward lunges finally found its conjunction with Julie's mouth. She was still so hot from the continuation of her multi-climaxes that she engulfed the dog's cock with all the determination of a flesh-eating vacuum cleaner.
"During this peak of her sexual frenzy, Julie knew only that a cock was a cock, regardless of its origin. She sucked with unabated fury, as if vowing to regain the juices which she was so freely and enthusiastically giving up.
"Brace was beginning to become more and more active in his humping. He seemed to really be getting with it. I felt his balls and tried to massage them around with my fingers, but they were so tight in their sack that I could hardly manipulate them. He was as fully loaded as a cannon brimming with gunpowder, and from this observation I knew that his blast would force burning discharges of his come deep into Julie's throat.
"Bruce began to pant more heavily, each thrust of his slick dog-cock getting sharper and stronger, plunging deeper and deeper down into Julie's mouth. A few seconds later he began to shake from head to tail in uncontrollable spasms. I quickly felt the hard base of his dogrod as it throbbed and spurted out great gobs of his hot canine come into Julie's throat.
"Julie swallowed hungrily and crazily, savoring every drop of thick dog-sperm which Brace had shot into her. Bruce seemed thoroughly exhausted from our little orgy, so he jumped from the bed, ambled to the corner of the room, curled up, and lapsed into a world of dog dreams.
"Still half entranced by the fullness of the first night of her sexual experience, Julie dreamily and contentedly cuddled up to me and fell sound asleep with a gentle smile on her lips. I was about to join her in dreamland when I was brought back to full awakening by the soothing lapping of my exposed balls. I looked down and into the gentle eyes of my other pet boxer-the female Maggie, looking for all the world like the only child on the block not. invited to a birthday party. I patted her and assured her that next time she would not be left out of the fun and games. She seemed to understand me. Wagging her tail, she licked my hand, curled up on the floor beside Bruce and went to sleep. Taking the hint to get some rest for a while, I began to drift off to sleep, pondering our next four-way sex orgy."
It would seem that Jim's outlook and personality in adult life and in marriage was quite open and free from anxiety. Certainly, in the realm of sex he was game for anything and ready to experiment and pursue sensuality to the limits of his imagination. Should we find this puzzling, or hard to grasp? The answer to this question depends on the position of the person asking it, of course. There are, in a manner of speaking, as many answers as there are people. To the naive, uneducated observer, it may seem odd or surprising that Jim's approach to life and sex was very unashamed and unfettered by "establishment conformity," in view of his constrained and socially deprived early childhood. But to anyone acquainted with modern psychology, and familiar with the facts of Jim's childhood and growth, it is easy to piece together the puzzle of bestiality which developed. We have already seen how Jim was denied a "normal" amount of socio-sexual interplay as a child, and how he was amply exposed to unusual ways of relating to the world of living dynamic forces: his pets in very early youth, and his laboratory animals later on in college.
In one of my interviews with Jim, he told me of a pet dog he had when he was four or five years old. The mutt was a year-old male, a hound of dubious strain, and quite large. It was given the name "Buck," because Jim's father had paid a dollar for it at one of the animal auctions held by the local humane society. Buck was very friendly, playful, and nearly always at the side of his young master. As time went by, the dog also developed a sexual attachment for Jim, possibly because of events which had taken place early in its pup life.
It is an accepted opinion among zoologists that animals can and do develop attachments of a sexual nature for their masters. (I shall bring some dramatic examples of this to light in other portions of this study.)
Jim's dog, Buck, developed a habit of jumping up, knocking Jim to the ground, and then hunching above him as though Jim were a young bitch in heat. It was about this time that Jim learned the meaning of the word "fuck." It seems that an older cousin named Frank occasionally came to baby-sit with Jim, and had exposed him to a number of new words and ideas. Frank, who was about thirteen years of age, made up a little poem once when he saw Buck hunching over Jim in a copulating position. Frank often teased Jim with his vulgar little limerick:
"There was a dog named Buck.
It loved to play and fuck.
It knocked Jim down, Then sadly found
That it was simply out of luck."
There is no doubt that Jim was given his first "Lessons" in sexuality by his older cousin, who showed young Jim many new things, such as how to lift up Buck's tail and slowly shove his finger into Buck's anus. Also, Jim was given a starter course, as it were, in the similarities between Buck's sex organs and Frank's sex organs. At this time, Frank taught Jim what masturbation was all about, although Jim was too young to experience ejaculation.
Later on, when Jim was around seven years old, he caught Buck in the act of copulating with a female cocker spaniel which had wandered into the yard. Jim recollected much later that watching the event must have made a great impression on him, because from that time on, Buck seemed to become more than just a playful companion. The two would often sleep together, and frequently Jim would think of ways to coax Buck into licking his penis. On other nights, the two would cuddle up close together in bed, and Jim would play with Buck's testicles, feeling Buck's penis grow from a soft pliable finger into a hard protruding shaft. Often, Buck would lick his own genitals, as all animals do, and Jim, being very impressionable, made the unconscious emotional connections which led later to oral eroticism. His naturally investigative mind, his early conditioning with regards to animals, his growing needs toward new experience in the world of sex-all of these forces made their contributions to the whole picture we see unfold in this case history.
It should be noted here that Jim's unrestrained and dynamic attitude toward the new and novel in sex played a big part in the success of his relationship with Julie, because there were no outward fears or anxieties in Jim's behavior concerning sex-play and sexual gratification. Nor did fears or anxieties rub off or flare up in Julie, and so she was easily led by Jim into new and bizarre physical experiences.
From the start of their marriage, Julie was allowed a completely unrestricted expression of her sexuality. Basically, of course, this is a very healthy kind of situation when one can look at it from outside the context of cultural prejudices and the law. Unhappily, society generally has had ill-defined, prudish, and outdated laws on sexual behavior for about as many years as archives have existed. There are many reasons why this is so, but this is a subject too broad to go into in depth at this time.
However, a few words should be noted here in regards to the sexual codes of this country. Happily, the courts in some states have begun, at long last, to ignore, modify, and drop altogether laws concerning sexual behavior, laws which for too long have been unjust, unintelligent, and unconstitutional. The general feeling among men of wisdom, experience, and education is that codes of sexual conduct between consenting adults should remain just that, between consenting adults. In Illinois, to cite one encouraging example of the increasing liberal trend, the criminal code does not concern itself much with any sexual act performed in private among consenting adults, or adults and animals, as long as prostitution or incest are not involved. And in Texas, in 1970, a special court of judges in Dallas declared the Texas laws on sodomy to be unconstitutional. And in other states, too, although the actual written laws have not been stricken from the books, more and more courts seem to be taking a much more liberal stance on sexual acts between consenting adults. But the progress is still sadly slow.
It is interesting that in this time of lingering social taboos Jim and Julie were able to come together and express their sexuality as freely as they did, without undue guilt feelings and anxieties, and find mutual joy and pleasure and delight in the novel and unusual sexual games and experiences they made for themselves. If men and women everywhere were left free to enjoy their sex-games in the privacy of their own homes, in their own individual ways, and if men and women were not oppressed by the fears and guilts brought on by cultural prejudices and taboos, it is very probable that our world would be a much happier one. For isn't it through repression that society lays the groundwork for the development of hysteria, neurosis, and other psychic illnesses of mankind? The statement would appear to be accurate regarding the health of both the individual and the collective body we call the community.
The activities of Jim and Julie in the world of sex and bestiality are perhaps uncommon for most people, but by no means are examples hard to find. We can observe through history examples of marriages which bear striking similarities to the one under discussion. Even as far back as prehistoric times, we find hints of man's need to relate himself to animals. In the Jungian sense, this effort of man to tie himself in with all of life, to close the circle, to feel as much as possible "in connection" with the forces of nature-the effort, be it conscious or unconscious, is as natural as the forces of procreation, survival, and evolution.
The sexual urges in man are natural. What is unnatural and unfortunate are the lingering fears and prejudices which too many men feel compelled to carry with them through life. Even in the light of contemporary knowledge and intellectual achievement, there are still many individuals who continue to enslave themselves with self-inflicted guilts, fears, and inhibitions about sex. Hopefully, as the men of medicine and psychology learn more about the human psyche and how it operates, we will come to understand more about the errors found in its computations, its self-imposed, self-limiting values which seem at present to be so out of step with an open and free attitude.
Let us take a look at some little-known cases of unusual sexual patterns involving bestiality. In a parcel of manuscripts recently found in an abandoned monastery in Russia, there was discovered a part of a diary dating from about 1300 a.d. The diary, apparently that of a young monk, was extremely difficult to make out, but the writing was finally pieced together, disclosing the following amazing story. It seems that the young monk kept an account of his growing curiosity about the nature of sexual behavior in the animal life which lived in the forests near the monastery. He took long walks through the woods and fields, quietly observing the many animals, noting how they lived and reproduced. Over a period of years, he became quite familiar with the behavior patterns of many beasts. In particular, he was fascinated by dogs and wolves. He relates how he made friends with an injured and starving young female wolf. He took the young bitch, built her a small shelter, and over a period of several weeks nursed her back to health. When she was able to walk and run again, she would meet him in the forests, and often tag along with him on his expeditions into the forests and fields. On several occasions, they slept together on cold nights for mutual warmth and security, and the young monk relates in one episode of his diary:
Last night, the she-wolf and I shared a small cave, curling together for heat. Shortly she was making little grunts, and nudging my hand with her nose. Curious feelings came over me and I wondered if she were trying to seduce me. Shyly, I began returning her affections with the stroke of my hand on her bosom. Growing more excited, she exposed herself towards me in a most sinful posture. Overcome by her seductive manner, I yielded to temptation . ...
A stirring account of bestiality, this story is but one of many in the documented history of man's sexual experience with animals.
Let me cite another case from the files of medical history. The account is of a young couple who, after having been married for several years, spent a summer on the country estate of a relative, and during the course of the summer they were initiated into the world of bestiality and unusual sex acts. The wife, years after the event, related the story to a close friend who was a psychiatrist, and he in turn wrote the events down in his memoirs, although he never disclosed the names of the parties involved. Apparently, the young couple were gently led from a level of innocent inquiry to increasingly sexual dramas in their quest for carnal knowledge and enlightenment. By the end of the summer, they had tried virtually everything they could imagine in regards to sexual acts of one kind or another with almost every animal they could coax into cooperation: several dogs, a large cat, a peregrine falcon, a stud horse, several sheep, a billy goat, and a half-grown female calf. It was, in the words of the wife, as if the entire summer was an obsessive fantasy lifted out of the depths of my being, a kind of dream which had lain dormant all my life and then had been teased up to the surface of the other existence I call my real life. I feel compelled to tell you that I am happy my husband and I shared in the madness . ... It has provided for our lives with each other in a most satisfying manner, you may be certain.
It can be seen easily enough, I think, that both men and women from all walks of life may be overwhelmed by sensuality and bestiality. Julie, a "turned-on" girl, innocent and full of erotic enthusiasm, hungry to share new pleasure with her young husband, was a perfect partner for Jim. Let us continue our journey into her world of eroticism and bestial lovemaking as she picks up the compelling story of her wedding night.
"I'm not sure how long Jim and I slept after our last gang bang with Bruce. But when I woke up I could still taste the dog come that Bruce had shot into my throat. A thick slime hung in the back of my mouth and down my throat, and as I rolled my tongue along the roof of my mouth I remembered the violent blasts of hot sperm juices which had shot from Bruce's big canine cock a little while before.
"I was a little surprised, I guess, at the wild way I had sucked the juices from Bruce's huge slippery penis. God! I started getting horny lying there on the bed thinking about it, and just at that moment I heard some slurping noises coming from the floor next to the bed. I raised my head a little and opened my eyes, but the room was so dark I couldn't see a damn thing. I groped around until my hand made contact with Jim's foot I was warm and damp, and I could feel his hair as it curled around his large masculine ankles. He moved in his sleep, and his foot fell against my cheek, his toes touching me on the lips. I parted my lips slightly and Jim's big toe slid into my mouth, pressing down onto my tongue, and I sucked on it, tasting its flavors as they mingled with my saliva. The slurping sound from the floor got a little louder, and I figured it was one of the dogs licking itself. I dropped my hand over the edge of the bed, and it came to rest on the nose of one of the dogs. Was it Bruce, or Maggie? A split second later I had my answer, for my hand came in contact with a clump of warm wet fur, out of which protruded a smooth slimy projectile. I knew then it was Bruce, and as I rubbed my finger along the tip of his shaft, it got harder and jerked with little spasms.
"At this point, I was really beginning to feel hot, like before when Jim had his tongue up my all and Bruce was fucking me in the mouth. God damn! I knew the night wasn't over by any means, and I knew that before daybreak came, there was going to be some far-out fucking going on in the bedroom. I knew that I had to get everybody else in the mood, if I was going to get my goodies again. I wasn't sure what I was craving, I just knew that I wanted to be ravaged, and with every passing minute I got hotter and hotter. Jim's big broad sun-browned toe was vaguely quivering inside my mouth, like it was a prick getting ready to shoot off. Jim shifted in his sleep again, and this caused his toe to snap away from my lips with a loud pop. He turned over on his back, still asleep. Against the dim light coming through the window, I could barely make out his cock lying upon his stomach. Jesus! It was a beautiful prick, reaching up almost to his belly button. I couldn't restrain myself any longer, so I moved very gently, changing my position so I could get my mouth on Jim's cock. But I didn't want to wake him up, just yet.
"I wanted to see if I could make him shoot off in his sleep, and watch his reaction. Leaning over his stomach, I lowered my head down slowly until my lips felt the head of his cock. Then, parting my mouth and wetting my lips with my tongue, I very carefully let the head of his prick slip warmly into my mouth. Almost immediately, I could feel his rod-head begin to swell up, and in just a few seconds his cock was standing straight up. So far, so good. With my heart blazing with desire to please him, I let my mouth slide very slowly and hotly down, down, down over his throbbing penis until I felt his head touch the back of my throat. Even then, I didn't have all of it in my mouth. Slowly, I changed positions again so that I was now in a sixty-nine position over Jim, and I made a big effort to open my jaws as wide as I could.
"All the while, Jim's cock seemed to be growing thicker and longer, and I felt I was fighting a losing battle. It didn't seem possible that I could get any more of his barrel into my mouth. But my throat muscles must have automatically relaxed for a moment, because the back of my throat suddenly opened up, and Jim's bulging head plopped quickly back into the depths of my throat, almost choking me. Thick and throbbing now, it was stretching the hell out of my mouth, and I began to come up off it, very slowly. When the head withdrew back up to my lips, I gasped for a little air, and ran my tongue all around its slick pinkish surface, and by this time Jim must have started dreaming about something pretty good. He was still sleeping, but his hips began to move in a gentle rhythm, causing his staff to move in and out of my mouth. The rhythm of his cock moving inside my mouth kept getting a little faster with every thrust, and I realized that it wouldn't be long now before he exploded his golden juices into my throat.
"All of a sudden, I felt an electric sensation against my ass. Maggie, the female boxer, had come to the edge of the bed and was zeroing in on my ass-hole. She kept nudging her nose farther in between my buns until she found my quivering hole; she started licking it then like it was going out of style. I could tell it was Maggie, because Bruce was humping her rear end, shoving his shaft up her pussy. My hips were up over Jim's head so that my cunt was just above his face. With every breath he took, a warm tickling stream of air teased the hair of my crotch, and I felt the hot juices deep inside my cunt begin to steam and boil their way to the edge of my cunt lips.
"Jim's movements were getting quicker now, and the thrust of his dick in and out of my mouth was getting stronger. Bruce, I could tell, had found his mark, and was really fucking the hell out of Maggie, who was licking my anus so fast I thought she was trying to fuck my ass-hole with her nose. I couldn't bear the warm breath from Jim's mouth hitting my pussy much longer, and I knew that I was on the verge of flooding his face with my love juices. I didn't have to worry about anything, though, because a moment later I felt Jim's big hands reach up and gently pull my crotch right down on his face.
"He made some groaning sounds as his nose dug in between the lips of my cunt and started going over my clit with his tongue. Christ! I was beginning to boil over, and I wanted Jim to come at the same time I did. I made a big effort to open up my throat again like I did before.
"Suddenly, the throbbing head of Jim's huge cock plunged and locked itself deep inside my throat, and he made a loud groaning sound as thick wads of cream shot up through the core of his convulsing prick. I felt the spasms in the base of his hard cock as huge spurts of hot come exploded against the back of my throat.
"I made a muffled, choked scream while Jim, shoving my head further down onto his cock, fired bullets of thick hot jelly into my throat. I was trembling and straining as my own joy juices flooded into Jim's nose and mouth. At the same instant, Bruce let out a wolf-like howl that betrayed his victorious ejaculations into Maggie's quivering vagina. I collapsed on Jim's stomach and chest, which was heaving and rippling beneath my two firm breasts, and felt his athletic cock gradually unstiffen inside my mouth.
"Even while he was getting soft, I could still taste the salty-sweet drops of his come oozing from the opening in the head of his rod, spreading itself thickly over my tongue. The lips of my hot, wet cunt still covered his nose, and I was trembling from the thrill of his tongue against my clit. Finally, after we had lain silent for a few moments, Jim eased me off him, and I fell back down onto the bed next to him. He held me tightly in his strong arms against his chest, and I loved the friction of his chest hairs as they rubbed against the nipples of my tits. He then turned gently and rolled up over on me, put his beautiful hot lips to mine, and gave me the sexiest kiss of my life, letting his hungry tongue slide into every corner of my mouth. His mouth juices flowed from his tongue onto mine, and I drank them down deeply, testing all the flavors of his young and masculine beauty. Hot tears of love and joy streamed down my cheeks as my heart and soul swelled with emotions I had never felt before. I tried to choke back the tears of my happiness before Jim saw them, but I knew he understood when he kissed me on each eyelid. Brushing my hair back gently with his strong hands, he said softly, 'Yeah, baby, I know what you mean.'
" 'Go to sleep, now,' Jim whispered after a few moments. I must have done just that, because the next thing I remember is slowly being aroused by Jim's soft voice. 'Hello, babe,' I heard Jim call softly from across the room somewhere. 'Hello, babe,' the whisper came again. When my eyes were fully opened, I could tell it was getting near daybreak, as the first gray light of dawn began to filter through the window curtain. I decided to get up and go take a piss in the bathroom, but as soon as I moved, I was pulled back onto the bed. 'Don't struggle, honey,' I heard Jim say. 'I'll be there in a moment, just as soon as I finish getting Bruce and Maggie fixed up for you.'
" 'Jim, what's going on? I'm tied to the bed. What's happening?' I cried.
" 'Just hold on a minute, will you? We're going to try a little experiment I've been thinking about for quite a while. I'm giving Bruce and Maggie an injection of this chemical. It really makes them go crazy with sex. I tied you down awhile ago. You were as dead as a log while I spread-eagled you across the bed and tied your feet and hands to the bedposts. You can try to get loose, but you can't, so I wouldn't waste the effort. Anyway, you're going to dig what I've got in store for you, honey.'
"Jim was right. I couldn't get loose from the strips of silk he used to stretch me across the bed. I was on my back, with my legs stretched between the two posts at the bottom of the bed. Although I was a little apprehensive, I was not uncomfortable. I was not sure what was in store, and although I trusted Jim, I was still getting butterflies in my stomach from the anticipation of something coming.
" 'Won't be long now, Julie. Your sweet ass has had it!' Jim took a jar of vaseline out of the top drawer of the dresser, came over to the bed, and sat down next to me. 'Here, this will feel good,' he said as he dipped into the jar and shoved a spoonful of vaseline down between my legs, below my cunt. I could feel his hand sliding toward my anus, then I felt a big finger being shoved up into my ass.
"Ooh,' I groaned. 'Does it hurt?' Jim asked softly. I told him that it really didn't hurt much, and he kept massaging his finger around the inside of my rectum. 'It might hurt just a little bit, enough to make you go out of your skull with pleasure.' Jim worked his big index finger all around inside my shit-hole, getting it all greased up with vaseline. It began to feel good after a few moments. He could see by the movements of my body that I was beginning to enjoy the feel of his finger fucking my ass. He pulled it out slowly and said, 'I think you're about ready for the main fireworks, now, babe.' He stood up next to the bed, so I could see his beautiful body in the dim light of morning. Then he took some more of the vaseline and greased up his rod, which was standing out like a ten-inch billy, jerking and falling with little spasms of impatience and anticipation.
"Realizing then what was coming, I told Jim that I wasn't sure about it. 'I know you're not. But I am,' he replied. 'I know what I'm doing, Julie, so just don't fight it. It will be so much better if you don't resist me. You've got to relax.' I began to feel a little better with his reasuring words, and decided to try to relax as much as possible.
" 'Okay, now I'm going to slide underneath you, Julie, and you'll be lying on top of me, with your back against my stomach.' Jim slipped beneath me, and the slack in the silk cords pulled taut, holding me tightly against Jim. I couldn't move much at all. I felt his prick slide up between the cheeks of my rear end, and then felt the mushroom head focus on the center of my round tight sphincter.
"I told Jim that I didn't see how I could take his gigantic shaft up my ass, but he made no reply. He simply began feeling me up, his arms wrapped around my body, his hands cupping and squeezing my tits. His warm lips came in contact with the sensitive part of my neck just below the earlobes, and I began to feel waves of heat building up in my whole body.
"Jim was gyrating his ass under me, and I could feel his huge cock sliding back and forth between the cheeks of my butt, and the friction of his rod moving in and out between my buns was really a blast.
" 'Isn't that good?' Jim whispered into my ear. I could only moan with agreement, and he knew I loved it. Jim kept massaging my breasts with one hand, while his other hand crept down along my stomach, over my belly hole, and landed on top of my pussy. A finger began inching between the lips of my cunt, working its way to my clitoris. I writhed in agony and ecstasy as Jim loved me with his hands and his mouth and his cock, and I made half-conscious attempts to break the bonds which locked me into position on top of him. I wanted to cling to his body, but all I could do was struggle hopelessly, letting him ravage me in every way he wanted. I was his victim now, and he knew it.
"His cock was stiff and unbending, and I could feel the huge head of his penis shoving against the opening of my ass-hole. Very gently at first, Jim was keeping the head of his cock pressed firmly against my ass-hole, slowly but surely increasing the pressure against the opening of my anus. Vaguely, I began to feel the muscles around my anus give way to the pressure of his head as it kept shoving deeper and deeper into the opening of my anus. Then, with a sucking noise, the head of Jim's prick slipped quickly inside the rim of my opening, and I groaned from the little burst of pain.
"Jim said, 'Okay, now, just don't move. Let's take it slow and easy.' He gave me several moments to allow my anus muscles to stretch as much as they could, making room for his rocket-like prod. I told Jim that it wasn't hurting anymore, and he slowly began inching his cock further into me. I could feel the friction between my ass rim and his staff as it penetrated further and further into the depths of my rectum. I could feel my insides move and make way for this new creature, the strange snake which had found a new home to crawl into. My stomach could feel the pressure of his meaty stiffness rising further and further, shoving deeper and deeper into my intestines, and I felt like a stuffed chicken. I was beginning to have doubts about being able to take any more of it.
"Suddenly, Jim gave a quick thrust and shoved his staff into my ass as far as it would go. I screamed quickly, and he said, 'You've got it all, baby! How does it feel?' I told him that it felt so wonderful I couldn't even describe it. Jim began to pump in and out, very steadily and smoothly. I could feel his giant stinger thrusting and stabbing, slowly at first, then getting faster and more violent, with each passing minute. My bowels heated up like a blast furnace, and I felt faint from the fantastic sensations of pleasure and rapturous pain that began to rack my body. My womb and vagina must have been glowing red-hot from the heat building up in my ass, and it felt like a volcano was erupting between my legs. Jim was right about the pain.
"There was just enough pain to make me realize that I wanted more, and I wriggled like a stuck pig on top of Jim's stomach, trying to escape from madness, yet wanting to fall even deeper into this well of sinful pleasure Jim had created for me. He was holding me down against him with his muscular arms, squeezing my bulging breasts, pumping his club in and out like the piston of an engine inside my ass. I was half conscious with delirium, mad with thunderbolts of pleasure, and I told Jim I thought I was going to explode any second.
"The next thing I remember was Jim calling the big boxer. 'Bruce! Bruce! Up here, boy!' The huge dog ran and leaped up on the bed and stood over me, his rear haunches trembling just above my crotch. Then Jim commanded, 'Fuck! Fuck Julie, Bruce! Fuck, boy!' Bruce moved in between my thighs, his front legs straddling my breasts, his heavy breath falling hotly into my face. Then I felt the tip of the dog's prod touch my crotch, and when he felt the head of his rod slip in between the lips of my pussy, he forced it in further with quick animal jerks. I felt his balls swinging and slamming against the bottom part of my slit, banging into my thighs just below my cunt, while his slimy piercing rod kept growing thicker and longer, plunging deeper and harder into my vagina. I think I began screaming incoherently, because Jim had to hold his hand over my mouth to keep me quiet. 'Shut up or you'll have the little old woman in the next apartment over here with the cops!' His words simmered me down.
"A few moments later, Jim called Maggie, the other boxer, up on the bed. She jumped up, and Jim helped her straddle over my head. Then Jim patted her on the rump, and she squatted on my face in a pissing position, so that my mouth was engulfing her dog pussy. I smelled the fur around her opening, then let my tongue reach up and lick into the opening of her fuck hole. She must have liked it, because she sat firmly upon my face, and I was lost in dog fur. My tongue found the opening of her cunt again, and began easing its way inside her. I tasted the hot mucous fluids of her vagina, and felt the spasms of her cunt squeeze my tongue as I thrust it into her as far as I could. Then all hell broke loose as Jim started making man-groans and began to fuck my ass so hard and fast I thought it was going to split. Bruce, stiff and trembling, hunched and shoved his big bone harder and deeper into my canal, while I sucked away at Maggie's convulsing pussy. Then the world exploded, and I saw rockets, shooting stars, and fireworks. I couldn't choke back the screams as electric jolts of ecstasy and pleasure ripped into my body. I was getting the fuck of my life, from both sides. Jim was shooting his hot thick milk into my ass, while Brace's throbbing canine cannon was searing my cunt with boiling squirts of his dog cream. I kept screaming, 'God, Jim, goddam, fuck, God, shit! Don't stop, son of a bitch, I'm coming! I'M COMING!' Torn by wave after wave of unbearable physical rapture, I finally passed out."
It is "unfortunate" for Jim and Julie that they were forced to disclose their bestial behavior when "the little old woman in the next apartment" eventually discovered what was going on, and "blackmailed" them into seeing a psychiatrist. But, it is "fortunate" that the matter was never brought to the attention of the police, thanks to the growing understanding in the fields of medicine, psychology, social work, church leaders, law enforcement agencies, and lastly, even among members of society at large.
We can understand, from the foregoing analyses, the puzzle of forces which acted upon the lives of Jim and Julie, the forces which brought them into close sexual contact with their dogs. We have observed the events in Jim's early childhood, which initially exposed him to sexuality and bestiality, and the continuing pattern throughout his growth which helped crystallize and focus Jim's sexual urges along peculiar paths.
Under Jim's direction and guidance, it is not difficult to understand how easily Julie was led into a period of eroticism and sensuality with his dogs. Julie, being extremely sexual and passionate naturally, and being deeply in love with Jim, was gently but quickly led into participating in the bizarre scenes of sexualism we have observed in this case history.
But Man continues to learn more and more about himself, and year by year broadens his understanding of himself and his relationship with the universe. In the words of the great psychologist, Carl G. Jung:
The Self is often symbolized as an animal, representing our instinctive nature and its connectedness with one's surroundings. This relation of the Self to all surrounding nature and even to the cosmos probably comes from the fact that the nuclear atom of our psyche is somehow woven into the whole world, both outer and inner.
CHAPTER TWO
A Tiger in Her Tank
"I remember when I first met Carlos. I was twenty years old, and had been with the circus for about ten years. I had grown up in the circus, and after my folks had passed on, I stayed with the circus and eventually got my own act going with this beautiful tiger named Raja. One night, as I was getting ready to sack out for the night in my wagon, I heard a knock on my door. When I opened the door, I recognized the face of the new guy in the circus, some clown with a bear.
" 'Yeah?' I said as I stood there in the doorway, sipping on a can of beer. I never will forget the funny expression on his face as he gave my body the once-over with his dark, Latin eyes. He was trying to be suave and smooth, but I could tell that he was lusting after me like I was the only woman in town. 'Yeah?' I said again. 'Whataya want?'
"He finally came to life, and started talking with that kinda sexy Spanish accent. 'Escuse me, senorita, but I just wanted to tell you how much I liked your act with el tigre. You know ... the tiger.'
" 'Oh, yeah,' I said with a smile. 'C'mon in. I was just getting ready to sack out-you know-hit the hay.' He didn't seem to understand what I meant. I said, 'You know, the bed, the bed!' Suddenly he beamed and smiled with pleasure, and said, 'Oh, si, senorita. The bed.'
"He came in and we chatted for a while, drank a couple of beers, shot the shit about circus life and the weather, and got to be real good friends right away. I'm" like that, see. If I like somebody, I like 'em, and I let 'em know it without beating around the bush. Shit, life is short. Anyway, like it was burning up with heat in that wagon, and finally I slipped off my robe and sat there on the edge of my bed in my bra and panties. 'Are you as hot as I am, Carlos?' I asked. He smiled and replied, 'Oh, si, senorita. Mucho caliente!'
"Then Carlos took off his shirt, and sat on the little stool next to the bed. It was then that I noticed what a body he had. Shoulders and arms like you wouldn't believe. Not too much, don't get me wrong. But sleek, like a cat. And his skin was deep brown, with little droplets of sweat beading down from his neck and from under his arms. 'How old are you, Carlos?' I asked him. 'How old I am? I am going to twenty-six!' he answered, smiling.
"As we sat and talked, I began to realize that I really was beginning to dig him. Carlos was a rugged, athletic type, with a strong handsome face. 'Your mother must have been very beautiful,' I said impulsively. 'Why is that, senorita?' asked Carlos. I replied, 'Because you are so handsome.'
"I couldn't tell if Carlos actually blushed or hot. I think he did, though. I guess I might have embarrassed him or something, because he grew kinda quiet. Then, I noticed the bulge beginning to grow under his light trousers. And if there's anything that gets to me, it's watching a male penis change from soft to hard. I sat quietly, glancing slyly at the crotch of his pants, watching the bulge get bigger and bigger. I saw it jerk and jump in little spasms of excitement, and I knew that Carlos was going to get into it before the night was over.
"Finally, I couldn't stand it any longer. I got up off the bed, with nothing on but my bra and panties, and stood there in front of Carlos. I gotta tell you, that poor guy nearly shot his wad right then and there, staring right into my boobs. 'Senorita,' he said shakily, as he slowly stood up from his footstool. When he stood up, I could see the outline of his huge cock through his trousers. 'Carlos,' I whispered.
"He reached up and began slipping the bra straps from my shoulders, and I reached down and unzipped his pants. God, I was hot. I knew Carlos was loaded, too. I've been around men long enough to know what's going on. A woman learns, a woman learns. I slipped my hand into his fly, and nearly winced in anticipation as my fingers curled around his thick sweaty shaft.
"His cock was hot. So hot I could feel with my finger the little beads of silvery fluids oozing out of the hole of his prick. And feeling it like that made my vagina contort in the anticipation of that big rod pumping hot come up my pussy. And it had been about three days since I had had any hanky-panky with any of the other men around the circus. I didn't care for any of them much, however. That is, not until Carlos came along. Carlos had a kind of clean-cut sex appeal which really got to me, and I was ripe for a good screwing, I could hardly wait for the feel of his body against mine.
"Carlos dropped my bra on the floor as he pulled me to him with his strong Latin arms. I could smell a wild, animal kind of smell about him that really got me turned on, and I reeled with the urge to plunge my tongue into his delicious mouth. But Carlos had the same idea. Before I could utter a single word, he gripped my face in his big hands, and brought his voluptuous lips to mine, pressing them gently against my moist hungry mouth. I groaned as incredible waves of passion ripped through my body, beginning from my knees, spreading up through my thighs and crotch and belly, then rippling over my swollen boobs.
"The tip of Carlos's tongue snaked from his mouth and began exploring my lips. It slipped between my lips, searching and probing just on the inside of my mouth. Then Carlos grabbed me by the hair and, holding me a prisoner in his grasp, plunged his long, sexy tongue into my mouth. I gulped with passion as Carlos flicked his tongue around inside my mouth, darting it against the back, thrusting it in and out. God, I thought to myself, as I tried to keep myself away from blasting. I was getting hot as hell from his lovemaking. It wouldn't take much to start my pussy juices shooting all over the place, and Carlos was getting to me, but fast! I pulled away from his mouth and gasped, 'Oh, daddy, better not-I can't take it much longer.' When I said that, it just made Carlos go wild with passion. He moved his mouth to mine again, and wiggled his tongue even deeper than before into my mouth. Then one of his hands went to my cunt and started squeezing it gently.
"Fighting my emotions didn't help much. In fact, I think it made it worse. The more I fought, the more I knew I was really falling for this clown with the bear. I hung there limply in Carlos's arms while he slowly and sexily began to withdraw his tongue from my mouth. I sucked on it, hoping to keep it for myself a little longer. I wanted to suck all the juices from his mouth and drink them down hotly. I wanted to suck Carlos into me, to eat him, to possess him all the way.
"At the end of his fuck-tongue kiss, he picked me up like I was a feather and whirled me around, laughing. I squealed like a schoolgirl, and this must have really got him excited, for he kept whirling me around, again and again, faster and faster until the room was spinning insanely. I giggled and screamed as Carlos laughed and whirled me around and around. Suddenly, I was falling, sinking. The next thing I knew I was on the bed, looking up into Carlos's sparkling eyes. I was falling, all right. Falling in love with this crazy, beautiful guy.
"Carlos slipped a hand lightly down along my back, sending little tingles of electricity shooting through my body. Then his hand slid into my panties, over the cheeks of my ass, and slowly eased my panties all the way down. As he let the lace undies fall to the floor, he tickled his wet tongue into the little cleft between my bulging breasts. Then he licked the nipples, making them stand erect and firm like little cocks.
"Carlos stood up to take off his pants. I gazed hungrily at his figure in the dim light of the cabin, watched him as he let the trousers fall to the floor and slip from his feet. God, what a beautiful animal I suddenly found before me. Little curls of black hair tufted around each nipple on his chest, and a thin line of black hair descended down along the middle of his chest, over his stomach, and down to his cock. Jesus! My mouth must have opened in amazement as I saw his prick jerk and bob in front of me.
"Carlos's rod was straight and erect like the shaft of a spear, and the head of his cock was swollen with pride and confidence, bulging with desire to plunge itself deep into my throbbing vagina. Oh, God, I had never seen such a hunk of man in all my years with the circus. 'Carlos,' I whispered. My heart was pounding as I reached out with a trembling hand to grasp his cock, which pointed towards me with desire. It was so thick, my fingers wouldn't even go around it.
"Carlos moved in, took my head in his hands, and guided my face to his box. My cheeks and nose felt the black curls of his crotch as Carlos pressed my face into his groin. I could tell he wanted me to suck the juices from it. And I wanted to do it, but it was so big. I grabbed his cock and licked my tongue around it wetly and hungrily. Tonguing around the tip of his fleshy mushroom, I tasted the little drops of salty semen oozing from his cock slit. His shaft jerked uncontrollably from the stimulation of my tongue licking around it. My hands roamed below the throbbing dick and found his balls hanging like two huge oysters, thick and heavy with the juices of his manhood.
"Carlos made little gasping moans as my lips began to slip over the huge wet head of his prick. I curled my tongue around the head, circling first in one direction, then the other. He trembled and shuddered in animal delight as my lips continued to slide,, further and further down over his enormous shaft. All the while, my mouth had started to build up a powerful suction, and my tongue was still circling around and around the barrel of his powerful gun. I could feel the little jerks and involuntary spasms in the muscles of his cock as my sucking mouth continued to take it all in, and my jaws felt like they were being fully stretched. But I was determined to have ever inch of his incredible piece of meat in my mouth.
"Carlos rubbed his hands through my hair, massaging my head and neck as I sucked away on his delicious fuck-rod. He stood, trembling, in front of me as I took in more and more of his big prod into my mouth. My hands roamed into the crack of his ass, felt the little curly black hairs growing around his ass, and squeezed his huge balls, urging them to give up their saps, begging them to let me taste the hot creams boiling within them. There was nothing I wanted more than to feel the power of Carlos's prong shooting thick globs of steaming come into my mouth.
"Carlos groaned. 'Do it, baby. Oh, yeah, you know how to do it. Suck it, Peggy. That's it.' His words made me hungry for his cock honey, and I threw my head forward, forcing his bulging prick-head to slide deeper into the back of my throat. I almost choked, but it didn't matter. I could only think of the blast of burning jelly which would soon be spurting against the back of my throat.
"Pretty soon, I realized that Carlos was on the verge of a tremendous ejaculation, an ejaculation which would flood my mouth with his bittersweet come. I was getting so hot myself that I knew I could go in a flash, without warning, if I didn't force myself to cool down. But I couldn't cool down. I had lost all control. I had no desire to cool down. I only wanted to explode into bliss with Carlos. I wanted to feel the shots of his big cannon blasting off in my mouth. I wanted to choke, on the cups of quivering jellies which would soon be shooting off into my throat.
"Suddenly, Carlos snapped my head away from his cock, and holding me by the hair with one hand he Mapped me hard across the face. My cheek burned with the sting of his passion, and I was stunned at this sudden spark of violence. I could tell by the look on his face, however, that it was a slap of animal lust, not anger. Then Carlos fell on top of me on the bed and kissed me, plunging his long snaking tongue into my mouth. I was on the edge of a screaming orgasm. I knew it would be better than any orgasm I had ever had in my life. 'Carlos, Carlos,' I sighed, writhing in his arms beneath his active body. 'Carlos, baby, I'm going mad ... baby, baby, give it to me!' I cried. This time, Carlos bounced almost straight up in the air, did a complete turn and landed on top of me in a sixty-nine position. As his lean strong body fell back on top of me, my mouth was just under the point of his diving cock. I opened my mouth just in time. The head of his glistening shaft plunged downward, ramming into my gaping mouth. The bulging bomb jammed all the way down into my throat, and I was sure I was going to choke, but I didn't care. I had what I wanted. In fact, I was getting more than I had expected. My mouth was really stretching as Carlos plugged it with his swollen organ. I felt the glans sliding and forcing its way deep into my throat, swelling and growing, about to burst with searing loads of cock cream.
"As Garlos pumped his huge shaft in and out of my throat, he plunged his face into my crotch, sinking his nose between the lips of my sticky pussy. At the same time, his tongue darted in and flickered all over my stiffened clit. I jumped and squirmed in ecstasy, but I was held down by Carlos's athletic body, his strong arms pinning me to the bed beneath him. I was held fast in his embrace, and no matter how much I turned and wriggled in pain and pleasure there was no escape from the bliss and magic of his animal lovemaking. He was tearing my soul apart with pure physical rapture.
"Soon, Carlos brought his tongue from my clit to the opening of my vagina. I screamed, or choked. I don't remember. I knew that he was getting ready to jam his tongue into my cunt. My body stiffened and convulsed with pleasure as I waited for it. Then it happened. He rammed his tongue hard into my pussy, and at the same time dug his chin into my nest so that it rubbed over my pulsating clit. I gasped and groaned and jerked, unable to stand the tormenting waves of joy which poured over my entire body. I was about to come ... I was coming!
" 'Ooh, mmmm'. ' I moaned as my body screamed through the first wave of a tremendous orgasm. Fluids poured out of my cunt, and I could hear Carlos sucking them into his mouth with slurping sounds. His hot moist hands were holding me by the cheeks of my ass, pressing my cunt hard up against his mouth. His tongue darted in and out, in and out, his chin moved in little circles over my stiff clit, and I felt the second wave hit me.
"I groaned and sobbed, torn this time by an even greater climax. My senses were vibrating like a psychedelic light show as Carlos kept plunging his tongue deeper and deeper into my canal, and rubbing his chin faster and faster over my clit and pussy hairs. My snatch trembled and quivered insanely as another tidal wave of pleasure hit me, sweeping my body with ripples of bliss. I couldn't believe how long his tongue was, how thick it had grown inside my contracting vagina, how it heated up my womb from the friction of its thrusts. Then all hell broke loose as Carlos began to shake and tremble violently on top of me.
"Carlos groaned suddenly and wildly. I felt his cock expand and bulge in my mouth. Then, with steady jerks and muscular contractions, his cock pumped warm juices up through his shaft. I could feel them being forced up through the length of his cock, feel them getting ready to shoot off into my mouth. Then it happened. Just as I was at the peak of an enormous sea of pleasure and joy, Carlos started coming. I could feel his tongue twisting and sliding in and out of my cunt as he unloaded his gun. Hot gobs of love cream spurted down my throat. His pussy-fucker raged like a volcano, shooting molten loads of salty come into my mouth. I choked and gasped for air, but Carlos had my head locked between his legs. They clamped on me like a vise. His ramrod forced deeper into my throat as it continued pumping cups of thick creamy semen. I had to swallow every last drop. And I loved it. I loved the taste, the bittersweet flavor of his love juices as they poured and shot from his mushroom head. Thick strands of rubbery come tangled over my tongue and slid like molten lava down my throat, hot and slimy and milky and delicious.
"Finally, having spent our passions in this unbelievable first love-session, we began to relax our taut muscles and bodies. Carlos turned himself around, so that he lay lightly on top of me. With his Latin lips, which were still moist and tasty from my own love juices, he kissed me passionately, easing his tongue into my mouth, letting the juices and pussy come in his mouth mingle with thick saliva and cock cream in mine. We lay there in each other's arms, sweating and panting, blissful and happy. Carlos started giggling like a kid, and his mirth got to me. Soon, I was giggling with him. We were like two teenage adolescents experiencing our first romance. But soon our giggles faded, and we both drifted off into a deep and restful sleep."
Peggy was a young, extremely attractive, and basically a very affectionate and sensual person. She loved making love to men. She had developed strong fixations around the male phallus, and due to her extremely passionate nature, she was easily seduced into the raptures of lovemaking by any male who pointed a large erect organ in her direction.
Peggy grew up in the circus. Her parents had been performing with animal acts of various kinds for many years, mostly with big cats-lions and cheetahs, and briefly with tigers. When she was thirteen, Peggy almost dropped out of the circus life after her mother and father were killed in a tragic accident during a show. Her mother was performing with several lions in a big show one night, and somehow a pair of elephants had stampeded wildly through the big tent, knocking over cages, creating chaos, and stomping several people to death. Her mother was mauled terribly by one of the frightened lions, and as her father tried to rush to her aid, he was crushed to death by a falling tent pole. Fortunately, Peggy did not witness the horrifying incident, for if she had, she might never have recovered from the shock of it. When she learned what had happened, she suffered a mild state of shock, and was sent to live with her bachelor uncle for a while, who was himself an old circus hand.
Apparently, her uncle had the right medicine for Peggy, for soon she was back with the circus, and anxious to develop an act of her own. By the time she was twenty, she had become one of the finest performers in the history of the circus, and had been given a beautiful young tiger named Raja to keep and train for herself.
She and Raja quickly grew into close friends, and it wasn't long before Peggy and Raja were working together as smoothly as two ballet dancers. They were admired by all who worked in the circus, and the old-timers were constantly awed by the control which Peggy seemed to have over the cat. It was obvious that the relationship between them had developed into one of deep understanding, trust, and love.
Little did anyone truly understand the extent of their relationship, however. No one ever guessed that Peggy often slept with Raja in his cage, talking to him as though he were a human being, giving him love and affection and attention, just as she would have given it to a human male. No one really understood the incredibly deep knowledge that they had of each other. As they performed in the cage during big shows, audiences were amazed and shocked at the "chances" Peggy took with her big, ferocious-looking tiger. She and Raja worked together like a single organism, a single unit of flowing-rhythms. Audiences everywhere were stunned and hypnotized by their fantastic ritual of pure, almost pagan, movements. To watch them perform together was to worship them, to fall in love with them. Peggy and Raja were-well-they were one.
It is easy to understand how Carlos must have fallen under the spell of their magic as he watched them for the first time. Carlos was new to the circus, taken on temporarily as a clown. Carlos had a beautiful bear named Blackie, and the pair worked together in a clown act during a part of the show. But they were not stars, by any means. They did not have that special greatness, whatever it is, that makes stars.
As Carlos watched Peggy and Raja for the first time, we can well imagine the feelings of awe and admiration that must have swelled in his breast. It might be said that Carlos fell in love. But did Carlos fall in love with Peggy? Or did he fall in love with Peggy and Raja, the single unit which danced and flowed and undulated in primitive animal motions inside the big gold cage? The answer to this question is revealed as Peggy continues her dramatic story. In this case history of bestiality, we see the relationship between Peggy and Carlos grow into something bizarre and uncontrollable, ending ultimately in an explosive and tragic climax.
"After Carlos and I had spent our bodies and our passions in our very passionate first sexual get-together, we drifted off into a deep, trance-like sleep on my bed. After a while, I had a terrifying dream in which a mounting conflict developed between Carlos and my tiger, Raja. I can't really remember the dream except for that awful feeling of highly charged emotion between Raja and Carlos, and my being caught somewhere in the middle of it. I awoke with a strong urge to go immediately to Raja's cage and make sure that he was all right. Somehow, I was worried about him.
"Getting out of bed softly, so I wouldn't wake up Carlos, I slipped on my robe and slippers and quietly crept out of the wagon. I made my way in the darkness toward Raja's cage. It must have been around three or four in the morning, and the circus grounds were deserted. It was chilly, and I hurried to Raja's cage, knowing that it would be warm there with him.
"As Raja saw me approach, he greeted me with a little groan. I quickly opened the lock and entered. Raja was at my side right away, licking my hand with his huge wet tongue. We went to the opposite corner, where it was so dark that I knew we would not be seen by anyone if they should happen to pass near the cage. We both sat down in the corner, cuddling into one another like we often did.
"No one ever knew it, but many nights I would sneak to Raja's cage and sleep there with him nearly all night, returning to my tent before daybreak, before anyone else woke up.
"Raja purred into my face like a kitten and licked my mouth. I love the feel of Raja's big hot tongue on my face and mouth. I could tell he was in the mood for some love and affection, and being close to him like that, feeling his breath steaming in my face and on my breasts, really got to me. I liked it. It got me hot, sexually. I knew Raja only too well, and he knew me. He understood what we meant to each other. He knew that I would be unable to resist him, and he knew, or seemed to know, how to make me go out of my mind with passion and lust for him.
"I snuggled deep into his thick fur, burrowing my way toward the thing I love most in life-Raja's great big penis. My hand grasped it as it still lay sheathed in its furry pouch. Raja turned just enough to give me more room to sink into him, to sink in between his strong, beautiful legs, wanting me to squeeze and caress his tiger cock, waiting for me to take his enormous black balls into my mouth.
"Gradually, his big prick began to swell and grow. Then I felt the very tip of it start to emerge from its soft house of fur. Tingles of excitement grew quickly in my stomach and bowels as I felt the tip slide out further and further, growing and swelling and bulging into the great shaft which I wanted so much. My face was between Raja's legs, lost in his masculine fur, and I felt the steely muscles under his skin ripple and vibrate with his growing sexual lust for me. My hips were embraced by Raja's front legs as we lay there, my face lost in the flexing muscles of his groin, and his tongue lapping rhythmically into my juicing cunt. He sure knew how to turn me on, I can tell you.
"Raja's black balls swung heavily into my cheeks, and his sex organ was now fully extended. His hot, slick, throbbing tiger tool jumped and jerked in response to my finger as it slid along the slimy long shaft, from tip to balls. Parting my lips, I let my tongue slide out and lap over Raja's balls as they hung there in their big juicy sacks.
"Then I opened my mouth wider and let them plop heavily between my lips, filling the cavity of my mouth completely. I tasted the animal taste of his huge balls and smelled the musky smell of his body. I always got horny when I smelled the odors around his cock. I was always drawn into a kind of animal world of lust and sensuality and passion.
"My hand roamed all over his rear end. I felt his huge shaft bounce and twitch nervously, poked my finger into the pucker of his ass-hole, felt his rectum muscles squeeze and get tight around my finger as it wriggled around inside his ass. He seemed to love it. His tongue lapped deeper and juicier into my swelling pussy lips, and this made me writhe in great physical pleasure. I couldn't get enough.
"I was getting hot fast, and I didn't know how much more I could stand before blasting. Raja held me tightly in his front legs and was nuzzling into my dripping pussy with gusto, slurping and sucking at the sticky love juices which oozed out of my hot vagina. Giving up Raja's balls, I placed the tip of his jerking cock between my lips and flicked my tongue back and forth across it. Raja went wild with that, and with a quick lurch of his body he shoved it suddenly, plunging it forcefully into my mouth. It was slick and slimy, and I was drowned in an ocean of animal fluids and secretions, drinking them down, sucking them into my stomach. Raja's huge tiger cock was thicker than any human prick I had ever eaten before, but I was able to take all of its mass into my mouth because of the slick lubricating animal jellies which oozed from the head of his dick. Raja thrust it in deep, ramrodding his tiger tool into my throat like a jackhammer.
"Shortly, I sensed that we were both getting ready to shoot off. I felt the increasing tempo of Rajahs hunches, felt the sudden swelling of his already bursting prod as he socked it to me, pumping his penis in and out, in and out, faster and faster, deeper and deeper into my throat. God, I thought I would choke. It was stretching my mouth to hell, ripping back and forth across my tongue, banging into the back of my throat. Then I knew it was about to happen. I could feel his jerking rod grow even harder and stiffer than it already was; it vibrated viciously. Then, with a final forceful stab, he rammed it hard into my mouth and let out a little growl. He was blasting and shooting thick hot wads of tiger come into my throat. God, I could taste it, taste the animal jelly that I loved so much. His sperm shot like hot bullets from the tip of his prod, and spurted against the back of my throat so fast I thought I would choke.
"As he kept pumping his boiling juices into me, I moaned and twisted as I began to shoot and give up my love juices to him. Raja was digging into my cunt lips with his wet tongue, jabbing his big nose again and again on my clit. He pinned me to him with his front paws as I moaned and wriggled in orgasm. His steaming mouth bobbed against my pussy, and his tongue went deeper into my snatch, sending shivers of lust through my body. Then he had me pinned under his big body so I couldn't move. And his thick cat-tongue kept eating my drooling cunt, moving over my clit, then digging down into my love tunnel. He kept sliding it in and out furiously; then all shit broke loose as I blasted right into his furry face. I felt like a rocket blasting off from earth, I guess. I grabbed his balls and squeezed them, sucked them into my mouth again. Then I went back to his still dripping tiger shaft and drew it deep into my mouth. He was still squirting little drops of strange tasting semen, and it made me almost pass out from the excitement. I kept on coming into his face. I don't know how long it lasted, but it was great. Raja kept fucking my mouth with his throbbing dick, filling it with his hot sperm. And my exploding cunt kept on convulsing over his nose and tongue, releasing my own pussy creams which he loved so much."
In regards to the phenomenon of bestiality, one might go on asking the question: But why? And one just might always find the same answer: But why not? In this particular instance, that is, the case of Peggy and Raja, there seem to be four main reasons for the growth and development of bestial behavior.
First of all, Peggy was basically a very sexual, sensual type of person by nature. She possessed a certain freedom of spirit, a certain wildness which allowed her to express her very strong, animalistic, physical passions. She was not a shy person. Indeed, she was a girl who was considered to be quite aggressive by most of the men who knew her well.
Secondly, Peggy had a peculiar psychological quirk, which was an outgrowth of the tragedy in which her father and mother had been killed. As was stated earlier, they had been tragically killed during a show when a pair of elephants stampeded through the tent. Peggy's mother had been mauled to death by her lions; Peggy's father, in trying to save his wife, was crushed to death when a tent pole fell on him in the chaos. There can be no doubt that this unfortunate experience left deep scars on Peggy's psyche. From the strictly, psychological viewpoint, it may be seen as a classic case of morbid transformation, for in the sublimated form of her love for Raja, Peggy, unconsciously, was striving to work out her great sadness and loss, repressed and disguised though it was.
Thirdly, Peggy, in growing up around the circus, had been exposed to rough men, transients, circus performers, and animals of all kinds-horses, elephants, lions, tigers, bears, dogs, and so on. Many times she had seen the naked bodies of the men as they changed their costumes, or when they took their quick showers in the community shower stalls. Many times she had watched animals copulate with each other. All of these physical activities fascinated her, and she developed an unbreakable fixation on the phallus. The penis of any large animal came to signify the joy of living, the bliss of physical animal passion.
Fourthly, Peggy and Raja had come to form a uniquely close and intimate relationship, an immensely strong bond of love and friendship and trust. Peggy had discovered, during months of training and close intimacy with Raja, that the more she lavished love and affection on him, the more cooperative and lovable he became. Needless to say, it can certainly be understood how such a trend would inevitably culminate in a sexual expression.
One may find numerous examples of bestial romances, love affairs between humans and lower animals, in man's history. Such affairs are not peculiar to any one culture. They may be found in all cultures, in every corner of the world. The more one looks, the more one becomes convinced of their legitimacy, for the term "normal" has meaning only insofar as we care to understand its validity in relationship with the term "frequency."
In his great and final work, Man and His Symhols, Jung tells us of man's erotic fascination with animals, and describes this behavior as part of man's way to come to understand himself. I quote from Jung's work:
The Self is often symbolized as an animal, representing our instinctive nature and its connectedness with one's surroundings. Often the Self is represented as a helpful animal, a symbol of the psyche's instinctual basis. In fact, passion that goes beyond the natural measure of love ultimately aims at the mystery of becoming whole . ...
Throughout man's history, as we examine his art, his literature, his religions, his mythologies, his heroes, we find an incredible number of examples which illustrate and document man's continuing love affair with the beasts of the world. For instance, all of us have been told of satyrs, those man-goat creatures of ancient Greek mythology. The satyr has sometimes been referred to as the lecherous woodland deity. Everywhere we turn, we run into animals which are human, or humans that are animal: centaurs, those blissful, lovely creatures which are part horse and part man; the minotaur, who is part man and part bull.
The old saying, "dog is man's best friend," may not be far from the truth in many ways. The statement undoubtedly has hidden significance for us; otherwise, why would the comment have been uttered in the first place. There seem to be more than just a few observable reasons that would make the claim a valid one. Look at our fascination with dog stories: Rin-tin-tin, Lassie, King (of the Royal Canadian Mounted Police), and the list continues.
We love to see dogs fulfill our own hidden dreams. We imagine the dog-hero rushing to the rescue of the beautiful heroine. We imagine ourselves exploring into the deep forests of uncharted territory, accompanied by our fearless canine companion. We weep crocodile tears as we watch in rapt silence the moving love story about a boy and a dog.
There are literally thousands of examples in man's history and imagination which betray his love and romance with the beasts of the fields, animals as living symbols in sublimated love-roles of heroes, lovers, saviors, gods, and devils. Often these figures are symbolic of man's eternal striving to relate with the archetypes of his psyche. Jung describes a dream of a 47-year-old man:
I am on a platform, and below me I see a huge, black, beautiful she-bear with a rough but well-groomed coat. She is standing on her hind legs, and on a stone slab she is polishing a flat oval black stone, which becomes increasingly shiny. After a while, the she-bear turns into a fat, naked woman with black hair and dark, fiery eyes. I behave in an erotically provocative way toward her, and she moves nearer in order to catch me. I get frightened and take refuge . ...
Such a dream is simply another illustration of man's deep and profound connection with animals, his relation to them, and the bearing which animals play on men's psyche. Greek mythology is full of animals who symbolize gods. Zeus, the father of the gods, often approaches a girl whom he desires in the form of an animal, such as a swan, a bull, or an eagle. We see him in the form of a large swan as he seduces and ravages Leda. Even in Christianity, animal symbolism plays a surprisingly great part. Three evangelists have animal emblems: St. Luke, the ox; St. Mark, the lion; and St. John, the eagle. Even Christ himself appears symbolically in the form of several animals-the lamb of God, the fish, the serpent on the cross, the lion, and, in rare instances, the unicorn. Strong indications indeed that man, even the supreme personification of man in Christ, can no more dispense with his animal nature than with his higher spiritual nature. In itself, the animal is neither good nor evil; it is a piece of nature. All animals obey their instincts. These urges may often seem mysterious to us, but more and more we come to realize that the foundation of human behavior and human nature is instinct.
Peggy and Carlos, as we shall see, get involved in a relationship which at first seems to be sexually fulfilling. But fate introduces a bizarre twist of unexpected chaos, and brings the episode to an ironic end, the second tragedy in Peggy's involvement with man and beast.
At this point, let us return to the story, and pick it up at the point where Peggy and Raja have just finished indulging themselves in a blissful bestial encounter.
"After Raja and I had released our passions into each other, I lay there for a while with him, cuddled up warmly in his thick heavy warm fur. Then, being very quiet, I crept back to my wagon, where I expected to find Carlos still sleeping in my bed. But he was gone. I figured that he had awakened to find me gone, and had decided to return to his own wagon. I flopped into bed, dreaming about Carlos and Raja. But mostly I dreamed of Raja, for I knew deep inside that I loved my big Raja more than anything else in the world. Raja and I were-well, we were special. We belonged to each other in a very special way.
"The next evening, very late, Carlos came to visit me again, and he invited me to go to his wagon and meet his bear, Blackie. So I went, expecting to have a pleasant little chat for a few minutes, maybe drink a beer with Carlos. But it turned out to be one of the wildest nights of my life.
"As we entered Carlos's wagon, I saw Blackie loafing on the bed. Carlos, leading me by the hand, politely and gently introduced me to Blackie, who licked my hand in a very friendly way, and grunted hello. Then he rolled over on his back and brazenly exposed his 'manhood.' God, it was the first time I had ever been so directly approached by a bear. And this bear was really hot, I could tell. I mean, when you see any penis on any animal stiff and jerking, you know he's hot. Right? I turned to Carlos and my mouth popped open in surprise to find him standing there with his fly unzipped and his big pecker swinging with a half hard on. Carlos smiled broadly and sexily, but didn't say anything. I was caught between two very enormous male pricks. I must confess, I kinda liked the feeling. Blackie reached out with his nose and poked it between the cheeks of my ass, startling me. At this, Carlos laughed, and said, 'Oh, senorita, Blackie he must really like you. I can tell.' I had to laugh, also, because the two of them were just like little boys, full of sexy mischief.
"Carlos let his pants fall to the floor and kicked them off. He came over to me and embraced me in his arms, holding me tightly while Blackie nuzzled his nose further into the crevice of my cheeks, and I could feel the steamy hot breath blowing from his nostrils right onto my ass-hole. And Carlos's cock was shoving up against my cunt, forcing itself inside the lips of my pussy so that the head was pushing and rubbing against my clitoris. That was all it took to melt me. I parted my panting lips, licking them with my moist tongue, indicating to Carlos that I hungered for his mouth.
"I got his mouth, hard and hot, smacking on my lips, sucking my tongue, pulling it like a vacuum into his mouth. The fluids from my mouth shot into Carlos's mouth, and I could feel the movements of his throat and tongue as he drank my thick saliva down. Carlos's hands were pushing my panties down, down, down, and then I felt the cool tip of Blackie's nose jam roughly into my ass, nosing in between my cheeks, homing in on my ass-hole. His tongue began to lap and suck around the opening of my rectum, and I could hear his wonderful slurping noises as he drooled deliciously into my rear. While all this had been going on, Carlos had undressed me completely, like a magician. And he stood in front of me, pressing his naked body up against mine while Blackie continued to thrust his tongue further into the center of my anus. It wouldn't be long before the bear would be plunging his long sexy tongue deep into my rectum.
"Carlos had pressed a hand hard up against my cunt, and was squeezing the bulging nest gently. I moaned with pleasure as I felt his big middle finger ease slowly into the lips of my cunt, which was beginning to flow with hot, sticky, slippery juices. Deeper and deeper Carlos slid his broad finger into my cunt, while he twitched his thumb back and forth across my clit. Jesus, it sent me out of my mind when he did that. His middle finger was sliding deeper and deeper into my cunt, his thumb was rubbing around erotically over my clit, sending sparkles of pleasure throughout my nervous system, and his hot lips were sucking madly on mine. I could feel his tongue working its way into my mouth, forcing and pushing itself without mercy into my throat.
"All at once, I began to rush towards an orgasm. I couldn't believe that it was happening so fast. I had only been there with Carlos and Blackie for six or seven minutes, but I was sinking into a screaming, raging orgasm. I moaned and tried to twist out of Carlos's arms. I wanted to stop the headlong speeding explosion, I wanted to delay it, I wasn't ready.
"I twisted and squirmed in Carlos's arms, but he clamped himself around me like steel. I was caught, struggling helplessly, a cornered animal trying to twist away from its captor. But, no matter what I did-push, shove, moan, gasp, kick, tremble, vibrate, convulse-nothing would release me from the clamp of Carlos's strong arms. His mouth was glued to mine by a strong suction. I couldn't pull away; I wasn't sure I wanted to pull away, and yet I think I tried. But Carlos held on, holding me up and holding me still enough so that Blackie could dig more and more into my rear end. I felt Blackie's tongue hit dead center on my ass-hole. Then he lurched forward, pressing his nose right up against my quivering hole, and darted his tongue inside my anus. God, shit! I couldn't stand it. I tried to scream, but Carlos had his mouth sucking over mine, and his tongue was buried somewhere deep in my throat, wiggling and jerking like a snake with its head cut off. I was going crazy. Carlos was finger-fucking me fast and furious. He knew what was happening to me. It was like magic. He prodded and pumped his big finger in and out of my pulsating cunt and massaged his thumb all over my erect and prong-like clit. My cunt was flooded with syrupy, gooey oils; the feel of his thumb sliding and dancing over my clit was sensational, and the feel of his-big finger as it finger-fucked me like a jackhammer tore my senses. In and out of my front end Carlos pumped his finger in a steady fast rhythm; in and out of my mouth he darted and plunged and withdrew his juicy Latin tongue; in and out of my ass-hole slid Blackie's hungry sensual tongue. And no matter that I twisted and squirmed, writhed and jerked; there was no escaping what was coming. And it was coming fast, now. I knew it. From all ends, it was coming at me-from my ass-from my mouth-from my screaming crotch . ... I stiffened and a muffled scream arose from my throat. I was shooting-oh, shit-fuck-goddam!-shooting off. 'I'm coming!' I tried to scream. My legs shook and kicked at Carlos uncontrollably, my fingers dug into his beautiful brown back, my mouth and throat sucked and sucked on his tongue, gulping down the juices which he poured from his mouth into mine. His finger ramroded in and out of my cunt, and I kept on coming and shooting. Cups of hot cream boiled and bubbled out of my pussy as I continued to orgasm. I even farted uncontrollably into Blackie's face as he sucked away on my throbbing anus, sucking all the lotions from my ass-hole.
"Gasping and moaning, and almost sobbing hysterically with release, I began to wilt in Carlos's arms. I had never felt anything like that in my entire life. Never had my young body been so beautifully ravaged by man and beast. I groaned and sobbed softly as Carlos laid me gently down onto the bed, next to Blackie. I felt Carlos's hot mouth push softly and gently up to my slit. His tongue tenderly probed into my pussy, licking and sucking up the still hot jellies which simmered within my swollen vulva. I drifted into the heavens. I was at peace with the universe. I needed nothing. Nothing. Nothing. I slept and dreamed peacefully.
"I awoke later to the hot, humid lapping of Blackie's tongue on my cunt lips. Carlos was lying next to me, fast asleep, but when I yawned, he turned gently and opened his eyes. He saw Blackie licking into my pussy, and smiled. I could see his cock stiffen quickly at the sight, and my heart skipped a couple of beats with excitement. I had had an explosive orgasm not long before, yet I was very passionate and ready for something else. Carlos had sent me to great heights of passion and physical pleasure, and I was ready for a repeat performance of so thrilling and satisfying an experience.
"Impulsively, I said, 'Carlos, let's go visit Raja. You haven't met him yet. I want the two of you to be friends.' Carlos smiled and nodded in agreement; we slipped on our clothes loosely and crept out of the wagon quietly, leaving Blackie dozing on the bed. It was dark and cool outside, and Carlos snuggled me under one arm as we walked silently toward Raja's cage.
"When we got there, Raja rose from his favorite corner and stalked over to the cage door. I opened the door and went in. Carlos was timid at first, but after Raja sniffed him a few times, and licked his hand, I knew it would be okay. Finally Carlos and I and Raja were huddled in the darkest corner of the cage, cozy and warm like bugs in a rug.
"The smell of Raja-the stimulating musky animal aroma of his big muscular body-hung in the air and turned me on like crazy. I got so horny I reached over and groped Carlos's prick, which was as hard as a wooden beam.
"With my fingers curled around his stiff cock, I could feel it throbbing with anticipation, with the thrill of something unusual about to happen. Even Carlos's heartbeat was racing. And this made me even hotter. I had Carlos on my own playground now. And I got a thrill of knowing that I was in command this time. I was the boss, and Carlos had to do what I said. I was hot with the feeling of power and lust and animal passion as I lowered my head and slipped Carlos's thick, swollen cock-head into my hot mouth.
"I tickled the head of his prick with my tongue as it slid further and further into my mouth, growing and bulging and flexing as it responded to the tricks of my snake-like tongue. I could taste the first little salty-sweet pearls of semen as Carlos got closer and closer to shooting off into my mouth. But I was determined to make this one last a little longer. I was going to make Carlos shoot the biggest load of his life right down my throat. I could hardly wait to feel the thick bursts of bullet-like wads bang hotly into my throat and flood my mouth with millions of sperm from Carlos's big heavy balls.
"While I sucked away on Carlos's jerking and jumping cock, I slipped my hips between Raja's rear legs. He got the hint. His enormous tiger-tool was already sliding out of its furry pouch. I guided his projectile toward the opening of my pussy lips, and when he felt the tip of his huge prong centered just inside my cunt-lips, he hunched violently and shafted it deep into my vagina. I gasped with the sensation of Raja's giant tiger-rod stretching the walls of my cunt, jiggling inside my pussy.
"Slithering like a serpent in the hot boiling liquids of my contracting pussy-hole, Raja's big prod sent shivers of agonizingly beautiful pleasure into my bowels. Shivers of physical ecstasy shook me hard as Raja began to poke his long dick deeper and deeper into me. It felt like it was going to come up through my stomach, it was so thick and long and curving. The pointed head of it kept hitting and jabbing at my insides, somewhere deep in my vagina, and it began to create a feeling of consuming heat.
"Raja began to hunch and hunch, ramming his cock in and out of my bursting pussy. The walls of my cunt were stretched to the limits as the thick, club-like tiger-bone plugged and rammed with crazy animal passion. I was lying on my back on the floor of the cage as Raja squatted over my spread-eagled legs, ramming his trembling penis back and forth, hunching it in and out, in and out, harder and harder into my screaming burning cunt. I choked down the shriek of pain and delight and rapture which tore my body, gasping and groaning as Raja kept plunging his enormous pipe to me, faster and faster, harder and harder.
"I was clawing at Carlos, who was beating his meat right in front of my face. If he shot, his come would spurt hotly into my face. I opened my mouth, and Carlos leaned forward and thrust his bursting cock deep into my throat. Then he pulled it out and, looking down at me, smiled sexily. Suddenly, as Raja continued to pump his way to glory inside my scorching, boiling cunt, Carlos squatted over my face and lowered his ass right onto my mouths This was a new experience for me. At first I was taken by surprise, but after a moment I knew I loved it. My tongue first felt of the little curly hairs which tufted around his puckered anus. I licked all around the outside of his hole, smelling the erotic odors of his ass as it pressed into my face.
"My mouth and lips began to suck on the vibrating little hole, hungering after the moist tangy oozes which were waiting to be sucked out of Carlos's rectum. I grew wild with raging animal-passion as I forced my tongue into the crevice of his tight ass-hole. I reached with my hands and grabbed Carlos's bouncing shaft, squeezing it hard. Little beads of slick oily semen bubbled out of the swollen head, and I lathered the oily creams all over the long shaft with my hands as my tongue poked and jabbed deeper into Carlos's ass-hole. His balls swung and slapped me on the chin as Carlos let his entire weight rest on my face, forcing my tongue to thrust further into his ass.
"I wriggled and jerked in fantastic tidal waves of sexual passion as I sucked deep and hard on Carlos's shit-hole. I tasted the manly flavors of his body as they oozed down through his rectum and flowed like syrup into my mouth. I gulped them in, sucking and drinking down the thick fluids from Carlos's quivering anus.
"Suddenly, Carlos groaned loudly, and I knew that he was probably getting close to shooting all over my breasts. But I wanted those creams to go off in my mouth. I wanted to feel them fire into my throat like mortar shells while Raja squirted my vagina with his searing tiger come. And I knew the great amounts of love jam that Raja could release in one ejaculation. I knew only too well that when Raja shot his load into me, it would explode like a volcano, like a tornado, flooding my womb and pussy canal with juices, like a fire hose quenching a raging fire.
"Carlos groaned again heavily. I pulled my mouth away quickly from his quivering ass-hole, and slapped his hips sharply with my hands. This cooled him off just in time. Another moment and he would have shot hot come all over my stomach and tits. After a few seconds, I pulled his ass down on my mouth again, and rammed my tongue into his ass-hole as deep as I could. He gasped and panted and moaned, and I slapped the side of his legs hard, still thrusting my tongue in and out of his ass-hole. The muscles of his rectum squeezed around my tongue violently, hinting of a beginning ejaculation. I slapped Carlos again on his legs and buttocks and back, and cooled him off just in time again. But I couldn't delay the fireworks much longer.
"I began to feel my own orgasm build inside. Then I knew it was building faster than I had figured it would. My body began to vibrate and writhe as Raja crept in closer between my legs, pinning me to the floor as he shoved his great cock straight into my cunt, bursting my pussy, stretching it and bouncing up and down on my clitoris.
His tiger cock inside me was going like a heavy jackhammer, ramrodding the shit out of me. The next thing I knew I was screaming that I was coming, that I was blasting. I jerked and convulsed, and then rammed my tongue into Carlos's ass. But Carlos pulled away and then shoved his big bursting rod into my mouth. I gasped and groaned loudly. My cries were muffled by the full shaft of Carlos's cock plunging into my throat. I heard Carlos begin to make little quick moans, and they got faster and louder as he began fucking my mouth with his meat. I reached around and plugged a finger into Carlos's ass, and that did it. I felt his already huge cock swell suddenly, the head stretching and bulging deep in my throat, and I heard the gasps and pants from his lips get quicker and quicker.
"Then everything went red and white and yellow as the three of us stiffened in the beginnings of a shoot-off. 'I'm blasting!' I tried to scream as Carlos exploded big wads of hot thick come into my throat. My body tried to arch under Raja's bulky muscular chest as I came. I felt Raja's big dick jerk violently inside my boiling pussy as he shot his steaming tiger-oils into me. I could feel the fierce squirts of his sperm juices as they blasted into my womb, and at the same time I could feel the bullets of hot jellies bang down my throat as Carlos shot off in my mouth.
"After what seemed like an eternity of explosions and blasts of sex juices, the three of us fell exhausted, panting for breath, trying to recover from the ecstasy of the orgy.
But we didn't have long to rest. Carlos jerked up and gave out a frantic yelp. I jumped up, wondering what was wrong. By the time I had come to my senses, I saw Raja leap across the cage in a rage.
"I screamed, 'Raja! Raja!' but it was no use. Blackie, the bear, had wandered in through the cage door. We must have forgotten to lock it when we entered, and Blackie, following our scent, had trailed us to Raja's cage and had managed to nudge the cage door open. Now, Raja was tearing him to shreds. Carlos and I stood there in shock, stark-naked, not having any comprehension of the moment until it was over.
"Before we knew it, a crowd of men were running and gathering around the cage. The violence between Raja and Blackie was over. Blackie lay dead under Raja's hulking, panting figure. Carlos and I were still standing in shock, naked. Somehow, we managed to get out of the cage without frightening Raja any further, and that's all I remember. I think I must have collapsed just outside Raja's cage. When I regained consciousness, I asked to see Carlos, but someone told me that he had left without saying a word."
Fate is not always kind to us. But were it not for the foolish mistake of not securing Blackie somewhere away from the little orgy, everything would probably have come to a happy end. But man is not always the master of his future, certainly not in this case. Peggy was persuaded by her old uncle, with whom she had lived for a while after the death of her parents, to place herself under the care of a psychiatrist. It was decided that her future health required a careful recovery from the shock of the violence, and the shock of "exposure."
Carlos was never heard from again. As far as I know, Peggy is still undergoing psychotherapy and psychoanalysis, where this incredible story came to light. We must not be too hasty in forming a moral judgment about Peggy. She was a girl full of animal passion and animal joy. She could not have gone on much further in her life and relationship with Raja without eventually being discovered.
Many writers, philosophers, and artists pose the two conflicting sides of man's psyche. On the one hand we see man as a highly cultural, highly refined, conforming organism in terms of his behavior. On the other hand, we are, nevertheless, aware of the beast lurking within, the wild creature whose basic urges have been pressed, suppressed, and repressed with layer upon layer of the veneer we so politely refer to as civilization.
CHAPTER THREE
Billy's Filly Folly
"For a Thursday night, the circus had drawn a huge crowd. The smell of animals filled my nostrils, and shouts of 'Popocorn! Peanuts!' rang through the big top as I stood near the performers' door, watching Karen wind up the finale of her dog show. She saw me watching her, and flashed me a smile as she cracked her whip over Doby's head. Doby, a big male Doberman pinscher, sprang up on his hind legs and twirled around in quick jumping movements, keeping time with the music being played by the circus band. Then Karen cracked her whip again, and this time Debbie, a large female collie jumped into the act by running in a circle around the dancing Doby. After a few more tricks, the act reached a climax, and Karen, Debbie, and Doby ran past me through the door. The applause of the audience roared in my ears as I ran after them.
" 'Let's go to my wagon and have a drink,' Karen said, as I caught up with her. 'Think your dogs will let me?' I chuckled in good humor. 'Don't worry about Doby and Debbie,' she laughed. 'I think they're beginning to like you as much as they like me. I'm the one who should be worried!'
"We reached her wagon and went inside. Karen began to take her costume off, telling me to mix a couple of drinks. I couldn't help snatching glances at her lovely body as she stripped. Karen was twenty years old and the most gorgeous girl in the whole circus troupe. She knew I was watching her and took her sweet-ass time about putting her robe on.
"I think she knew what she was doing to me. She stood naked in front of the narrow full-length mirror, looking at her beautiful slender curves, knowing full well that I was drooling at her. A little ripple of anticipation shot through my groins, and my swelling cock was beginning to show itself through my khaki work pants. I finished mixing the drinks and went over to where Karen was sitting on the edge of her small bed. Taking a drink, she noticed the bulge in my trousers jerk once or twice. Unzipping my fly, she slipped her hand through and grasped my cock.
" 'Wow! You got a whopper for a boy just turned sixteen, baby! How come you're feeling so hot all of a sudden?' she teased me as she pulled my dick out of my pants.
" 'You're the first girl that I ever got to know, Karen. I don't know much about women, but I sure would like to be your boyfriend,' I said as I reached down and slipped a hand into her loose robe, letting it slide around one of her nice round boobs. She moaned a little. 'Ooh, your hands are kinda rough, kid, but I love the way they feel against my tits. It makes me want to get naked. How do you feel about that?'
"She didn't have to say anything else. I loosened my belt, and my pants dropped to the floor. I kicked off my shoes and started unbuttoning my shirt. I watched Karen staring at my body from the waist down to my balls. I guess she was a little surprised at my muscular development, because when I'm wearing a shirt and pants, I give the impression of being on the slender side.
"But now that she saw me with nothing on, she looked at me with that kinda hungry look, staring at my cock which jerked in front of her face. Her robe fell off her shoulders, and she reached out and cupped my balls in her hands. Then, still holding my nuts and squeezing them gently, she drew me closer to her, and as I stood there in front of her next to the bed she sucked my swelling ramrod into her mouth.
" 'Shit,' I whispered with a tremble. Karen moaned real nice as she slid her hot mouth up and down over my shaft, and I thought sure I was going to blast off into her throat any minute. She let her tongue curl around it like a snake, sucking on my dick with long slow slides of her head. As my dick slid in and out of her hot mouth, I trembled and got weak in the knees, and I realized for the first time in my life what a kick it was to let a girl suck my cock. I never did realize before that the slippery hot lips of a chick could feel so damn good.
"Karen began going faster up and down on my throbbing prick, and I started to feel the little quivers and spasms down inside me begin to spread over my hips and ass. My legs began jerking slightly, and Karen, realizing that I was getting close to shooting off, slipped one hand back between my legs and up the crack of my ass. Shit! I thought I would blow a hole right through the back of her head when she did that, but she slowed down her rhythm and prevented me from going off.
"After I cooled down a bit, she massaged her hand back up into the crack of my ass again. While she kept squeezing my juicy balls with one hand, and moving her hot mouth up and down over my bulging shaft, she shoved a finger up into the tight muscular crack of my sweaty ass, like she was probing and searching for my ass-hole. It didn't take her long to find it, and my body jerked in a sort of spasm as her finger, which was slippery from the sweat oozing from the skin of my tight ass-cheeks, began rubbing around the rim of my shitter.
"Slowly, she increased the pressure of her finger against my ass-hole, and gradually began to insert it into my rectum, all the while continuing to squeeze my balls with her other hand and keeping up the steady rhythm of her head as it bobbed up and down over my bulging, jerking prick.
"Karen, baby, I think I'm going to shoot,' I moaned as I stood there in front of her, shaking like a scared rabbit But she didn't seem to pay any attention to me. She just kept on getting wilder and wilder, like she wanted nothing else in the world except for me to blast right off into her mouth. She didn't stop what she was doing, just kept her mouth and her two hands busy as hell. I never felt anything so goddam good in my life, and I knew I was going to fire the biggest load I ever fired. I growled down at her like an animal, 'Karen, I'm-I'm going to blow, baby, you hear me? Shit! I'm getting ready-here it comes, bitch-oooh, goddam!' I cursed at her and just as I felt like coming, she quickly came off my cock, then jumped up and kissed me on the mouth. Her tongue dug down into my throat, and the sudden change of tactics surprised me enough to cool me down just in time. Another second, and I would have com right in her mouth. Even so, my dick was jumping up and down and bouncing right into her snatch, and I almost shot off anyway.
"After a few seconds of wild kissing, she reached down and squeezed my balls. They were all squishy and slimy from the hot spit that drooled out of her mouth while she was sucking me. 'Don't worry, kid. Karen's not going to poof into thin air. I know what you're feeling right now, and that's the way I want you to feel. This girl's been around enough to know what she wants, and right now I want you to just relax and let me do my thing. Okay?' When she said it like that, I felt like eating her alive. I guess I fell in love with her right then and there. Hell, no other girl, or man either, ever made me feel like I was worth shit until I met Karen, and I was so green I guess I didn't know how to make love very good. But I felt if anyone could teach me, it was Karen. God, she was so damn beautiful, and it didn't make any difference to me that she was older than I was.
"Karen went back down, licking along my chest and stomach and rubbing her hands down along the small of my back. Little ripples shot through me again, and my knees shook with the realization that her mouth would be sucking like hell on my sex-crazy cock any second. And I knew after what she had just said to me that she probably wanted me to shoot off in her mouth. Then I felt a hot wetness around the head of my fucker as Karen slipped her luscious lips over it. Her tongue tickled the slit, almost like she was trying to force her tongue right up into my prick. I groaned and dug my fingers into her hair as she suddenly drove her mouth suckingly down over the full length of my throbbing rod. I could feel the head of my big dick jammed way down her throat, and I wondered how in hell she could take so much. I could hear her gurgle, and I thought I must be choking the life out of her beautiful neck, so I pulled back to give her a chance to breathe. But she grabbed me by the buns and hugged hard, driving my dick all the way to the hilt back into her throat.
"Groaning loudly, I closed my eyes while she curled her tongue around my cock and swirled around it. I could feel the come in my balls begin to boil and steam and she worked over my trigger-happy cock. My legs began to tremble again crazily, and I thought they might crumble under me any second. God, she was going wild over my body, her hands massaging my rear end, then .squeezing my balls, then rubbing beautifully around on my stomach. I was getting weak. I guess I was learning for the first time just how great love could be.
"Karen started slurping in long steady strokes up and down over the whole length of my jerking rod, from the tip of my red-hot mushroom all the way to my balls and back again, up and down, up and down. 'Christ, baby, you're driving me up the goddam wall!' I yelled. But she didn't stop. I was going limp. I reached up instinctively to find something to hold onto. My hands found a wooden beam up above her bed. I grabbed it and hung on for dear life as she kept pumping her fantastic mouth up and down on me. All I could do was hang onto the beam or fall to the floor, so I kept hanging on. Then I could hear Karen moaning deliciously. I glanced down and saw Doby, the big Doberman, thrusting his nose into Karen's crotch, licking over her clit with his long tongue. Saliva was dripping from his lips as he lapped into her cunt, and Karen spread her legs so he could get in closer to her. He was eating her pussy like crazy.
"Hanging there from the beam like a big monkey with my feet just off the floor wasn't easy, strong as I am. But I got an idea. I swung my quivering muscular legs up and over Karen's shoulders, and this took some of my weight. It also exposed my ass better to her hands, I quickly found out. She shoved a finger right into my rectum and began to fuck my convulsing ass-hole like mad. Every time she rammed her finger in, I thought sure I was going to blow. Her other hand gently crushed and massaged my balls, which were slippery and wet from the spit and juices from Karen's mouth, and she kept her mouth moving up and down over my cock like a nymphomaniac.
"Big heat waves of torture and pleasure shot through my body as I hung there above her, my legs clamped around her head, and I knew I was going to blast off any second. I moaned and sobbed and convulsed as my rectum took the firm jabs of her finger as she rammed it in and out of my ass-hole. The friction was causing heat to build up inside my ass, and I felt like I was going to shit all over the place. But it felt so fucking good I didn't want her to stop. I stammered like an idiot, 'Don't stop, don't stop, shit!' and hung onto the beam overhead while I writhed and trembled all over from head to toe. I could see my feet wriggling out of control like fish flopping wildly to get back into water.
"Then it happened. Great big ripples tore my whole body, causing my muscles to tighten and convulse. My legs locked around Karen's head, clamping her between my thighs like in a vise, forcing my cock straight down her throat. I could hear her choking and gasping, almost struggling for a breath of air, but I couldn't let go. The juices were shooting up through my throbbing cock, and I could feel Karen's finger fucking in and out of my ass-hole like a little penis. I think she tried to scream something as my hot thick come exploded through the head of my dick and battered against the back of her throat like hot bullets of lead. Wad after wad of my come kept spurting furiously into her mouth, and I could tell she was gulping every bit of it right down into her stomach. God, I never felt anything so fantastic. All I could do was hang on and groan and keep shooting off into that beautiful girl's mouth while she pumped and milked my throbbing shaft. I thought she would drown in my salty-sweet semen, but she kept on swallowing rapidly as I blasted off.
"Finally, my ejaculations began to subside, and she slowed down the fucking motion of her finger in my ass. As I started to relax like a limp rag, she finally pulled it out of my shit hole slowly, and milked my softening cock with a final slow suck of her lips, pulling her mouth off my dick but still keeping the suction going in her mouth. She drained every last little rubbery strand of sperm juice out of me, and gulped it down.
"My prick, still throbbing like a hot iron, finally slipped out of Karen's mouth with a little plop. 'Karen....' I started to stammer something, but she suddenly jumped up in front of me. I was still hanging by my arms from the rafter, afraid to let go because my legs might buckle under me if I tried to stand. She embraced me around the neck while I hung there, put her lovely lips to mine, and darted her tongue into my mouth. I could taste the flavors of my own love-come as she kissed me. Finally, I released my grip on the beam overhead, and we both fell onto her bed in a tight passionate embrace. It wasn't long before I was fast asleep.
"I awoke several hours later to a tingling sensation. I glanced up from my pillow to see Debbie, the beautiful female collie, gently licking my balls. As she continued lapping around my testicles and into the crack of my ass below my nuts, tiny electric sparkles of pleasure danced around on the head of my cock. The shaft was beginning to change from a soft fleshy spout into a stiff ramrod. As it grew and swelled, rising in little jerks, shaping itself into the bulging club of my young manhood, Debbie began to lick upward from my balls toward the pulsing head. Now she curled her tongue around the base of my erect cock, sliding her hot tongue up along my shaft toward the bulging mushroom at the top. I lay back with my eyes closed, letting my imagination carry me to lands of milk and honey, letting my hot sweaty hand fall gently onto Karen's love-nest, feeling Debbie's dog-mouth completely engulf the head of my jerking prick.
"With my hand resting on Karen's luscious little nest of fine silky hairs, I began to probe through her nest, searching for the lips of her cunt. She moved with a sigh in her sleep. I didn't want to awaked her. I thought it would be nice to finger her crotch while she slept, and watch her reaction. I really got very horny and hot thinking about it, and Debbie's moist mouth and tongue, licking all over the top of my prick, sent little chills of ecstasy shooting from my knees to my ass-hole to my stomach. I was still half asleep, almost on the verge of a dream, I think, and yet I was being led down corridors of warm lust and feelings into a world of physical pleasure and love which was all new to me. I wanted it to go on and on, and never come to a stop. I wanted to give myself to Karen and Doby and Debbie, sharing my love with them.
"I lay for a while like that in Karen's arms, relaxing in the gentle warmth of her affection. I said, half asleep, half dreaming, 'I guess there are some things I'll never get over.' Karen heard me and asked, 'What things, honey?' I replied, still half asleep, 'Oh, I don't know yet. It doesn't matter. All that matters is that here I am with you and Debbie and Doby, and I don't ever want to leave.'
"My tongue hungered for her mouth, and I rolled to her and kissed her. Then I let my hand slip down to her moist warm crotch. As I probed a finger into her pussy lips, she said, 'Baby, you can stay here with me as long as you like, and become one of the family. Okay?' The way she said that made me almost cry with relief and joy, and I began to think that life was beautiful after all.
" 'I'm only sixteen, Karen,' I said, but I'm strong and I can work in the circus. Who knows, I might even be able to work up a good act of my own someday, and we can stay together a long time. Anyway, I'm in love with you, Karen.'
"I crawled up over and on top of her. Then I slipped a hand around her waist and let it slide down along her spine, dropping it still further down over her smooth round rump. I squeezed her firm ass cheeks tenderly, sliding my fingers in and out of the crack of her ass, feeling the soft hairs in the valley of her rear end. My fingers probed deeper into the crack until one of them found the small round pucker of her rectum. I rubbed around it in little circular motions, letting my finger slide around its rim, and felt it contract and relax in little spasms. My stalk was really stiff now, squeezing itself between her moist thighs, rubbing and pressing itself up against her little mound. I could feel the bulbous head of my prod at the entrance of her pussy lips, and slowly started pushing it in. She made a little groan of desire. The slick hot lubrications from her vagina were oozing out of her lips and covering the head of my dick with a thick film of slimy love cream. Little drops of come were also oozing out the head of my dick, and it was easy to slip it into Karen's tight but begging cunt. I could tell she wanted it all the way in, but I was going to tease her a little.
" 'Oh, Bill, shove it to me! God, shove it now!' she cried and pleaded. Her words got to me, and I suddenly rammed the entire length of my billy club hard all the way in. She gasped, and trembled violently. I put my mouth to hers and, thrusting my tongue deeply into her throat, sucked on her lips, drawing her mouth juices into my own mouth. Then I shot the thick wads of mucus back into her mouth, and she gulped them down her throat with heavy moans of passion.
"Pulling my lips gently away from her mouth, I went down to her luscious breasts and tickled the rosy tips with my flickering tongue. They popped up stiff and erect, and then I sucked down over them, nibbling them with my teeth and lips, until Karen was squirming under me in torment and bliss. As my mouth worked over her breasts, and tongued around them and under them and over them, my hands massaged her rear end and played little games around the entrance of her ass-hole.
"All the time I was doing this, I kept moving my hips in a steady up and down motion over her cunt, fucking her with my thick stiff cock. And every time I plunged it into her, I would grab her around her ass and pull it up toward me, enabling me to drive my long shaft all the way to the bottom of her cunt. Karen writched in agony and joy as she felt my piston pumping inside her cylinder. She cried, 'I love you, Billy, I love you! I want you to stay with me and Debbie and Doby.' At the sound of their names, the dogs jumped up on the bed, and after looking around for a moment, they seemed to get the idea of what was going on. In fact, they looked like they wanted to get into the act.
"Karen said, 'Here, Debbie-up here, girl,' and the lovely female collie crawled around to the top of the bed, where Karen's head was. Debbie practically sat right on top of Karen's face. 'Hmmm, good girl,' moaned Karen as her face became buried in the long lovely fur of Debbie's bosom. As Debbie settled and sat over Karen's face, the other dog, Doby, eased up behind me.
"The next thing I knew, the big male Doberman had straddled me. I could feel the heat of his breath as it hit the back of my neck, and then I felt little drops of his dog-saliva drip onto the back of my head and neck and shoulders. It felt strangely hot and sent little shivers of excitement down my spine. His tongue licked and slurped around my ears, sending me out of my mind. Everything seemed to be happening at once all of a sudden.
"I kept pumping into Karen's cunt steadily with my cock, jabbing into her hard as my balls swung and bounced below her cunt. My finger began inserting itself into her ass-hole, which was slippery from the cunt juices streaming from her crotch, down between her legs, and into the crack of her ass. My finger moved in a circular motion around her rectum, and then I shoved it suddenly but gently into her hit little anus. Karen was moving like a steam engine as little waves and spasms vibrated through her body. She reached around me and guided Doby closer to me, so that his protruding penis began to probe its way into the sweaty crack of my ass. Karen guided his stiff projection further into my crack, and it felt hot and wet as the slick tip jammed at the entrance to my quivering anus.
"I whispered, 'That's it, baby,' as Karen eased the tip of Doby's erect and jerking rod into the center of my puckering ass-hole. It felt strange and slimy as the hot point began to slide into my ass. I made a little groan when Doby began hunching a little more into me, sending his prick deeper into my bowels. I began to like the tingling sensation in my groin, and I realized that I wanted to feel the full length of Doby's shaft plugging up my rectum. I was getting close to shooting off, and I was doing all I could to hold off a little longer. I didn't want to shoot until all four of us were ready to blast together.
"Karen's bulging breasts were keeping my mouth and lips and tongue busy as hell, while my cock was shoving and churning in and out of her pussy. Her ass was heaving up and down, keeping in perfect rhythm with the motions of my hips as I fucked her. My finger was moving in and out of her ass-hole, building up a searing heat from the friction of my big farm-boy finger sliding firmly along the inner walls of her anus.
"Suddenly, I felt the tip of Doby's dog-cock begin to shove itself smoothly and thrillingly up my ass, and the more he shoved it into me, the more I liked it. He kept shoving it into me until I thought I was going to twist in pain, but then he suddenly stopped his thrusting, and held it steady, letting my rectum get used to this new ordeal. Soon, however, he started to hunch in and out like all male dogs do when they fuck, trembling all over his furry body, arching his back slightly as he prepared to give my ass the full thrust of his enlarged organ. I could feel the smooth surface of his cock slamming like a jackhammer in and out of my anus, and I goaded him on. 'Go, boy, get 'em!' He seemed to get the message, and started fucking my ass like it was the last piece of tail be would ever see. I went wild and made growling sounds, and this only made him fuck my ass harder and faster.
"Karen, her face buried deep under Debbie's thighs, was darting her tongue in and out of Debbie's cunt-hole, sucking the hot liquids which were pouring from the bitch's vagina. Debbie was sitting heavily on Karen's face, oblivious to everything except the feel of Karen's long tongue snaking on the inside of her pussy. Waves of taut, shivering bliss began to engulf me during our trembling fucking and heaving, and I began to quicken my tempo as I plunged my rammer in and out, faster and faster, driving it deep and hard into Karen. She cried and sobbed and twisted under me as I fucked her, and I could imagine her tongue swirling viciously inside the birch's hot creaming dog-cunt. As I slammed my cock in and out of her, I kept holding her with one hand and finger-fucked her ass with stiff jabs until her rectum felt like it was on fire. Then I jerked it out of her ass suddenly, and she almost screamed in delicious torment.
"Seeing her go wild like that made me feel like an animal. I had been fucking her ass with my index finger, but now I decided to use my middle finger, which was longer and thicker. I centered the end of my blunt middle finger right in the middle of her spasming shit-hole, then without warning I drove it stiffly right up into her rectum. This time she did scream. I could tell it must have hurt her a little bit, but I could also tell that she loved it. She was getting screwed in both holes at the same time, and the knowledge that I was giving her so much sensation just made me hotter. Jesus, I rammed the shit out of that wonderful girl, rammed her like a stud horse up her cunt and screwed her lovely ass-hole with my big strong finger. Her little ass was so hot from the friction of my finger, I knew it was driving her out of her mind. And it was.
"Karen continued to groan and moan and cry as I worked over her delicious body, and I could feel her vibrate and shake all over from the ecstasy. Debbie, the lovely female collie, was moaning and breathing into my face while Karen sucked her dog cunt, and Doby, the big black Doberman, had only one thing in mind: to keep on fucking my ass until he shot his load of dog sperm right up into my hot throbbing shitter. His slippery cock felt like a hot poker sliding in and out of my rectum as he hunched over me from behind.
"Suddenly, I realized that I was heading for the most incredible ejaculation I had ever had. I kept growling little dog-sounds and this made Doby growl back at me as he fucked my ass. I sucked hard on one of Karen's tits, biting it with my teeth gently, and started fucking into her crotch faster and faster. My body tensed and stiffened with each thrust, and I knew it was just a matter of seconds before I shot my wad forcefully into her. I could feel the creams boiling in my balls, verging on exploding and steaming like lava into Karen's churning gripping cunt.
"I couldn't hold it back any longer. With a pile-driving lunge, I drove my bulging cock into Karen to the hilt. Karen, buried under Debbie's dog pussy, choked out a muffled scream as I hammered my prick into her scorching cunt, and then Doby shot off right up my ass. My bowels burned with joy as the big black dog shot his thick spurts of hot semen into my rectum, and then I felt the cream of my own cock gather and, with stupendous muscular contractions throughout my groin, spiral through my throbbing penis and explode furiously into Karen's crotch with searing force. We must have all started together, because right after I started unloading into Karen, she shook terribly from head to foot all over, and kept muttering and gurgling into Debbie's dog pussy. We all kept spurting and shooting and fucking like crazy. I can't remember how long it lasted. I guess Karen must have passed out pretty soon after her insane climax, because she went limp all of a sudden. I think I went blank for a moment myself. I felt like I was swimming around in a swirling pool of hot liquids and semens and come-juices. Finally, after it was all over, I went limp on top of Karen, breathing deeply, exhausted, trying to come to my senses, but I just fell into a blank sleep."
In psychoanalytic sessions with Billy, it became eventually clear that his was a classic case of gradually increasing dissociation. The principal factors of his background and exposure, coupled with several recurring dreams which he described during his analysis led to the conclusion that Billy's personality was severely thwarted, and that it was perhaps too late to rectify the injuries of his psyche. Aside from Billy's indulgences in sexual acts with animals, there were other, more insidious, expressions in his general personality, subtle hints here and there which seemed to symbolize deep despair and a tortured soul.
Billy was born and raised on an isolated farm in the backwoods country of Arkansas. He was the only child of an extremely stern and an unhappy but stoic mother. Both his parents were strict, God-fearing people, his father never expressing any kind of affection for the boy, and his mother only rarely. Consequently, Billy had to grow up by himself, never learning to form a stable self-identity, never having the opportunity to play and frolic with other children, never learning the give-and-take compromises which life imposes on all of us.
Billy's life, therefore, was one of dulling routine and hard work on the farm. The family was poor, and the struggle was unrelenting and joyless as they scraped a bare living from the soil. Young Billy was reared as though he were one of the work animals of the farm, and was often treated with less affection. Billy's father was, as we shall see later, the principal villain in the drama.
Billy's mother was a short stout woman, and although strong, she was dominated by her husband. It was a really sad sort of existence for both mother and son. Often a too-strong patriarchy can thwart a young boy's confidence in himself, can lead to feelings of sexual inadequacy and fear of expressing his real feelings for people, and sometimes even to indications of homosexuality. It is, in fact, rather surprising to find little evidence of compulsive homosexuality expressing itself in Billy's behavior, although he had indulged in sex-play on several occasions with his older cousin, Tom.
Tom was from a big industrial city, and visited the farm on two separate summers, once when Billy was thirteen, and again when Billy was sixteen. Tom was virtually the only person with whom Billy related in any manner that could be described as happy. Billy looked up to Tom and admired him, since Tom was a little older and more sophisticated. The two boys developed a rather warm affection for each other, which several times expressed itself sexually.
Billy described some of the events which took place during Tom's last visit to the farm. From this story, we can get a glimpse into Billy's subconsciously directed fascination with animals.
"I saw Tom sputtering down the dirt road toward the front gate of the farm. As I opened up the gate, Tom's old jalopy roared through. Then I saw the biggest dog I ever saw sitting in the car with him. Tom jumped out, and the big hound leaped after him in a big playful bound.
" 'Tom!' I yelled. The big dog ran and leaped at me and knocked me over like I was a twig. Tom snapped, 'Chief! Get down!' Chief had been straddling me as I lay on the ground under his enormous hulk. I laughed and said, Tom, what in
God's name is it?' 'That's Chief,' Tom said. 'Pure-blood Great Dane.' 'Will he bite?' I asked, petting Chief cautiously. 'No, he won't bite anybody. He just-likes to slobber on everybody and love them to death,' answered Tom. 'He won't bite. I can tell he-likes you pretty good, already.'
" 'Hey, Chief, how's it going, boy?' I said gently as I patted the top of his head. The next thing I knew Chief stood up on his back legs, threw his big paws over my shoulders, and started licking my face with a huge wet tongue. I stumbled backwards, and fell to the ground. Again, Chief was straddling me, licking all over my face and ears and neck, slobbering all over me with big gushes of dog-drool dripping from his mouth. I reached up, laughing and struggling, trying to prevent his long tongue from licking my mouth.
" 'Wow, look at the shaft he's got hanging between his legs,' I said as Chief stood over me so that his balls were hanging right over my head. 'Yeah,' said Tom, 'you ought to see it when he gets a hard on. It's bigger than yours, I bet,' teased Tom as he pulled Chief back so I could get up off the ground. Then we all piled in the old topless jalopy and headed for the farmhouse.
"After Tom and I ate supper, ma told us she was going into town to visit pa. 'Pa's sick in the hospital. He's got a hernia and needs an operation,' I explained to Tom as ma grabbed her purse and shawl and drove off to town. We watched her drive out the front gate and down the dirt road, leaving little trails of dust hanging in the air. Finally, Tom turned to me and said, 'I'm glad your old man's not home, Billy.'
"That night, after Tom and I took a playful, invigorating shower together, we went into my room and crawled into the big double bed. Tom got some cigarettes out of his shirt and returned to the bed, lighting one for each of us. 'I really lucked out this year, Billy,' Tom said. 'My old man made a bunch when he sold his business and retired a couple of months ago.' Tom told me about how he talked his dad into buying him the old junk-heap car and the Great Dane, and how he would be going to junior college in the fall.
"We shot the bull for about an hour. I was hungry to hear about Tom's life in the city, all the crazy wild things he did for kicks, the sex movies he went to see sometimes, and the wild parties he told me about where some of the kids smoked dope and stuff. 'I wish we lived together in the city, Tom,' I said wistfully. 'Nothing ever happens out here on the farm.'
" 'Let's take our shorts off, huh?' said Tom. We got naked while Chief, the huge Dane, watched us, fascinated by our quiet, cat-like maneuvers. We both jumped back into the bed and pulled the blanket up over us; it was getting cold.
" 'Why don't we let Chief get into bed with us?' I said, my teeth chattering. 'I bet he's freezing his nuts off laying on the floor by himself.' Tom agreed and called Chief into bed with us. The big dog hopped up on the bed and crawled under the covers between Tom and me.
"Chief laid down between Tom and me, and I let my hand roam around his furry body. I squeezed his big balls in my fingers, then bounced them gently in my hands. He seemed to like it. Then I let my fingers curl around the furry sheath which hid his big dog cock. 'Jesus, what a prod!' I said as I felt the whole length of Chiefs fucker.
" 'Here, let me show you what he-likes," said
Tom, getting into a sixty-nine position with his dog.
"I really started getting horny when Tom began licking the tip of Chiefs pistol. I started beating my meat while I watched Tom engulf the dog's cock with his mouth, and watched the dog begin to hunch and hunch and hunch, thrusting his animal rod way down into Tom's throat. The dog began to make groaning guttural sounds and I guessed that meant he was almost ready to shoot. Tom grabbed my hand and guided it to Chiefs tail end. I figured out that Tom wanted me to shove a finger up Chiefs shit-hole.
"I licked my finger all over to get it slippery and slick, then started inserting it slowly and gently into Chiefs rectum. The dog was really trembling in little quakes, now, and hunching his pelvis back and forth faster and faster. I could feel the muscles inside his ass flex and relax in tiny quivers, and I reached another hand around to his balls. I could feel the dog cock sliding hotly in and out of Tom's mouth, and then I noticed also that the big dog was lapping away at Tom's balls. A sudden flash of hot passion jolted through my body, making me quiver with a strange feeling. Feelings I had never known before flooded over me. I think I fell in love with my newfound comrades a little bit, and I wanted them to stay on the farm forever.
"I felt like I had some real friends at last, and I didn't want to lose them. I looked forward to the weeks of fun and games that the three of us could have.
"Chief was being torn by big shivers of sexual pleasure, and his body was trembling and stiffening like a dying animal's. Tom's hot dripping mouth was moving faster and faster up and down over Chiefs throbbing and jerking canine cock, and the little circle of muscle tissue around the rim of the dog's anus began to contract and quiver. Then, with a loud dog moan, a moan of pleasure and release, Chief exploded his life juices into Tom's throat, and I almost shot myself I was so hot from watching it. Tom groaned and gasped as he took the hot dog sperm being shot from the end of Chiefs pecker. Slowly, the animal's body melted and relaxed, and I knew his ejaculation was over.
"My own cock was on the verge of shooting all over the sheets, I was so hot. Chief was already off the bed and curling up on a rug across the room. It was just me and Tom, now, and I said in a trembling voice, 'Tom, I think I'm getting ready to shoot all over the place, and I don't think I can stop it.' Tom quickly lunged at me, threw his head to my cock, and engulfed it with his warm slimy mouth. Suddenly we were clasping each other in a sixty-nine position, sucking on each other's cocks, and a few seconds later we both groaned and gulped as our throbbing dicks spurted and shot off their hot loads of thick cream. I could taste the wild flavor of Tom's come on my tongue, feel thick globs of sperm cream as it oozed over my lips and slid down my throat. I kept shooting my warm wads into Tom's mouth, and he hugged me hard around my ass, forcing my cock way down into his throat while I unloaded. Finally, when it was over, Tom gasped, 'like, wow!' I said, 'Man, what a blast that was. Your mouth sure felt good and hot.' In a few minutes, we were fast asleep."
Basically, outside of Tom's visit, Billy grew up in an environment of isolation and loneliness on the farm, having only the farm animals with which to play, with which to form friendships, and, inevitably, with which to express love, both physical and temporal love. It is not surprising that Billy, out of his aloneness and very restricted environment, out of the fact that he received virtually no love and affection from his parents, would instinctively turn to the animals on the farm as a source of companionship and love.
When Billy was still a young boy, around eight years old, he experienced a moment of loathing and hatred and fear for his father as he watched his father castrate some pigs behind the barn. For years after this event, Billy had a recurring dream in which he heard the frantic squeals of the pigs and saw the demented leering face of his father as the old man strung them up by their hind legs and with a sharp knife cut off their testicles. When Billy had this dream, he would wake up, trembling and sweating and unable to go back to sleep. There were other dreams, centering around his mother.
In one, Billy recalled dreaming that he and his mother are standing over the grave of his father. In this dream, no one understands how the old man died, and no one wants to find out. Billy sobs and weeps over his father's grave, crying out that he is afraid of something dreadful. He pleads with his mother to help him, to tell him what he's afraid of. She suddenly turns to him, sprouts little horns on her forehead, and, grimacing at him, cackles, "It's the devil you're afraid of!"
There were many such dreams which Billy had while he was growing up on the farm. It is not difficult to begin to understand the causes and the pattern of Billy's growing psychosis, and to conclude, unfortunately, that he probably will never be able to function in a completely normal manner, that he will probably never overcome the severe handicaps he suffered.
As it has been already indicated, Billy's older cousin, Tom, was the only person with whom Billy related happily, and then only on the two brief occasions when Tom went to the farm for the summer, once when Billy was thirteen, and again when he was sixteen. During the first summer, the two lads were kept busy with farm chores, but managed to steal away into the damp woods or distant pastures. They walked together on long hikes, sometimes resting for a while on top of a hay stack. Tom would tell Billy of life in the big city, and Billy would show Tom secret places in the woods; often the two boys would stare in wonder and excitement as they watched the various animals on the farm copulate. The boys found in each other new experiences, new reflections on life, a brief and inadequate compensation for the years of loneliness Billy had endured in tortured silence.
Tom's second visit to the farm, when Billy was sixteen, resulted in a climax which was to be the psychological breaking point, as it were, in Billy's life. For several days, the boys abandoned themselves to free and imaginative enterprises, doing only the chores and work which they could get by with. For the most part, they indulged in idle pleasure, taking long hikes into the woods, hunting for snakes, and romping in the pastures with Chief, the dog, and Filly, a young mare which was Billy's pride and joy.
For a while, the foursome were happy and free, and Billy secretly wished that the summer could go on forever. But, the summer ended all to abruptly. In the following narrative, Billy describes the scene inside the barn, and its explosive climax which became the turning point in Billy's life. It was this event which "broke" Billy's psyche beyond repair, a shock from which he will never fully recover.
"We came racing into the barn, laughing hysterically, with Filly and Chief hot on our heels, playfully trying to run us down. Tom and I fell on a heap of straw as Chief bounded on top of us in a storm of straw and feathers. A few seconds later, Filly, the lovely mare, sauntered into the barn and stood a few feet away from us. Suddenly, a stream of piss shot out of her cunt, sputtering into a puddle on the dirt floor of the barn. I guess Chief was impressed by the idea, for he jumped off Tom and me and bounced over to where Filly was standing and pissing. Then he lifted a leg and shot a stream of piss from the tip of his dangling cock. The end of it protruded visibly, exposing three or four inches of pink slick prick, and his heavy balls swung like eggs in a basket between his legs.
"When Chief finished unloading his urine, he reached out and nudged Filly on her cunt, taking a couple of laps at her moist, still-dripping pussy hole. She gave a quick snort, then stretched out her neck so that she could nuzzle her nose in under Chiefs tail and sniff his cod.
" 'Wow, looks like Chief and Filly want to make out, the way they're licking at each other's boxes,' laughed Tom. I replied, 'Why don't we take our clothes off and see if we can encourage them. Okay?'
" 'Okay,' Tom agreed. We both stripped our clothes off and laid down in the pile of straw. We started playing with our dicks, and after Filly and Chief stared at us for a few seconds, they decided to join in the fun. Chief ambled over and began nosing in between Tom's thighs, licking and dripping his dog-spit all over the head of Tom's cock. Filly gave a little whinny as she stood practically over us. I reached up my hand and touched her on her crotch. The skin around it quivered as I pressed my hand firmly up against her little bulging pussy.
"I ran a finger around the edge of her fuck hole. Then I gently probed inside her cunt, rubbing my finger in a circle all the way around the inside of her pussy. Tom and Chief were doing a crazy sixty-nine in the straw. I stood up and walked around to Filly's rear end, facing her ass-hole. She swished her tail back and forth across my chest. I lifted her tail up, exposing her ass-hole, and I really got excited. I started shaking at the knees. By now, my prick was standing straight out, hard as a rock, and I didn't know whether to shove it into her ass or ram it up her cunt.
"I placed a wooden box behind the mare so that, when I got up on it, my cock pointed right up into the crack of Filly's rear end. The head of my prick, which was really throbbing, came to rest against her warm little cunt-hole. The positioning was perfect, allowing me to hunch my shaft right up toward her cunt.
"Tom looked up to see what I was up to. 'Hey, man, that looks pretty groovy,' he said. He got up and came over. Seeing my big stiff rod between Filly's legs, he said, 'Here, let me guide your dick in.' He grabbed my pulsing prick and guided the head of it slowly into the opening of Filly's vagina. 'It's going in just fine, Billy, just keep pushing forward and up. That's it. Crazy, man, it's going in!'
"I could feel the hot wet membranes inside Filly's cunt as the head of my shaft slid deeper and deeper into her, and I wanted to melt into her, give all of myself to her, let her know how much she meant to me. Without Filly, I had nothing on the farm. She was the only happiness in my life, outside of Tom and Chief. But Tom and Chief would be gone after the summer, and I longed for some way to make Filly realize that I loved her more than anything, and that I wanted to stay with her the rest of my life.
"I was getting hotter and hotter by the second, feeling my dick being squeezed by Filly's pussy muscles. She turned her head around and looked at me while I fucked her. Then she gave a little snort and I could tell she really liked the feel of my prick fucking away inside her hot trembling snatch.
"I began shoving in and pulling back in long strokes, thrusting and pulling, deeper and deeper. She was slick as butter. Her warm juices began oozing around my cock, dripping like hot syrup down around my balls, seeping into the crack of my ass. Next thing I knew, Tom had come around and stepped up on the box right behind me. His long prod was really bulging when he shoved it into the crack of my ass.
" 'Keep fucking her," Tom said, as he slid his arms around my waist, pulling himself closer to me. I could feel the head of his cock press and jab against the rim of my ass-hole as I kept hunching my dick into Filly's cunt. "That's good, Billy. Keep going, kid, nice and easy,' Tom purred as he kept increasing the pressure of his head against my ass-hole.
"Then, with a sudden stab, Tom popped the huge head of his rod into my rectum. All he had to do was just stand there behind me while I kept on fucking Filly in her rear. 'I'm getting ready to blow, Tom,' I said with a shiver.
" 'So am I, Billy, so am I!' Tom's voice shook as he shoved his staff further and further up my shit-ter.
" 'Ooh, Jesus,' I groaned as I started pumping my hot load of come into Filly's slimy cunt. Then a warm sensation flooded inside me as Tom shot his rocks off in my ass. I could really feel the jerks in his big cock as he continued ramming it in and out of my ass. The big head of his dick kept sliding back and forth, unloading hot wads of come inside my rectum. My own cock kept shooting off into Filly. Chief was standing behind Tom, licking insanely into the crack of Tom's ass.
" 'What in hell is going on here!' a loud voice cracked through the barn. We all jumped and looked around to see my pa standing in the doorway of the barn. The expression on his face was one of complete confusion, disbelief, and outrage.
" 'Pa!' I stammered. My heart pounded in fear as I watched his face contort insanely.
"He ran from the barn, got a rifle from the house, and ran back, yelling, 'God forgive you, Billy, for what you've done!'
"Tom and I scrambled to get our clothes on as pa led Filly outside of the barn. As Tom and I ran out into the barnyard, we saw my pa lift his rifle and point it toward Filly's head.
" 'No, pa, no! Don't shoot Filly! F'God's sakes, pa, don't do it! Don't do it!' I kept screaming as I ran to knock him down. But before I could reach him, I heard the shot of the rifle. My ears rang, and I felt like I was going crazy. It seemed like all the pain and misery and loveliness of sixteen years surged up inside my throat. I tried to choke out words, but I couldn't make a sound. Hardly realizing what I was doing, I grabbed the gun out of my father's hands and started beating him with it. I chased him all over the barnyard, knocking the butt of the rifle against his head, his shoulders, his back. Anywhere I could hit him, I hit him. He fell to the ground, screaming trying to protect himself from me. I was like an animal, crazy and wild. Only one idea was in my head, and that was to kill. I stood over him and beat him with the gun. Through my tears, I saw the blood gush and spurt from his crushed nose and dribble from the cut in his neck. I kept on beating him and screaming at him. 'Stop moving!' I cried. 'You're dead, you're dead!'
"I came to my senses enough to realize that my ma was screaming and crying, trying to pull me off of him. Then I saw Tom run and jump in his car with Chief, then speed off down the road. I started walking jerkily toward the gate. Ma was sobbing and crying and yelling after me, 'Tom, come back. Where are you going, Tom? Come back, son!'
"I ran toward the gate, glancing back a couple of times at ma. She was standing over pa's body, screaming at me to come back. I felt like I was dreaming or dying or living in hell. I kept on running, out the gate, up the dirt road, running and running. After a while, I didn't look back anymore."
We sense the moment of truth, feel the critical snap of Billy's sanity in the crack of his father's rifle. We see Billy suspended, spread-eagled and paralyzed, in a reality of madness as he watches Filly flinch from the bullet and crumple to the dust in the barnyard. We can empathize with Billy when we begin to understand and see the buildup of tension over many years which culminates, almost prophetically, in bloody violence. And we hear with understanding when Billy points us in the direction of his rapidly disintegrating psyche with the simple yet profound words: "I didn't look back anymore."
With that simple phrase, Billy makes the final curve, the turning point in his life as a human being in relationship with his environment. We may speak of it as the "breaking point" in Billy's capacity for full, normal understanding of his world, the final crumbling of his twisted and tortured psyche. The problems of his existence-his weak submissive mother; his icy pious father; and, of course, his extreme lack of contact with healthy human beings-were some of the primary, dynamic forces which governed Billy's developing psychosis. These were the forces which logically culminated in tragedy when Billy, after watching his father cruelly and insanely kill his beloved Filly, all but murders his father in a blind rage, and runs from the farm.
Billy ran from the reality of the situation as he understood it, a situation of lonely despair and meaningless slaughter. Symbolically, Billy ran from reality in order to save himself from madness and hell.
Soon alter "escaping" from the farm, Billy stumbled upon a circus troupe, and was taken in by Karen, an attractive young woman of twenty who performed with her two dogs under the big top. Karen and Billy were drawn together into a night of bestiality with her dogs, during which Billy had disturbing images and dreams, heralding the complete breakup of his mind. Soon after, Billy was picked up and arrested for assault with a deadly weapon.
Because he was only sixteen years of age, and because he was pronounced legally insane, he was remanded into the care of a psychiatric hospital for the criminally insane. To date, Billy's recovery has been pitifully slow, and he still remains a ward of psychiatry.
CHAPTER FOUR
Girl's Best Friend
"Giggling like school kids, Tony and I managed to unlock the door to my pad and finally get inside. Tony, a good-looking Mexican stud who played drums in a rock combo, wandered through the apartment. 'Not a bad pad, babe,' he said. I yelled from the kitchen, "Thanks. Just moved in last week. My roommate, Sharon, works late tonight, so make yourself comfortable, Tony.' 'Hey, where's the head?' Tony yelled from the bedroom. 'Between your legs!' I joked. Tony giggled as he pissed loudly into the toilet bowl.
"I had met Tony a couple of nights before, and really got the hots for him watching him blow drums. He really knew how to handle those skins, and he knew how to turn a girl on with those dark Latin eyes.
"Tony finally finished pissing. 'Jesus,' I said, 'you pissed enough for both of us!' I handed him a beer as he came into the kitchen. Tony thrust a hand up under my miniskirt and grabbed my crotch and squeezed, then he pulled me close to him and planted his mouth on mine. Tony's lips were ripe and luscious, and I began to tingle with lust as he darted his quick confident tongue into my mouth. I sucked hard on his tongue, and then felt the slimy saliva-juices from his mouth flood into mine.
"Groaning, I sucked his tongue deeper into my throat as his hand continued squeezing around over my swelling pussy-lips. 'Ooh, shit,' I sighed, as we finished our kiss. I couldn't believe how quickly my passions flared. Tony was really one of my favorite types. He was a little taller than I, with a hard lean body, and a deep olive-brown complexion. 'I dig your dark eyes and hot Mexican mouth,' I said sexily, squirming in delight as he jabbed a finger into my pussy. 'I dig your red hair and freckles,' he replied, as he picked me up and carried me into the bedroom.
"Tony threw me on the bed, caveman style, and began taking his clothes off. I started undressing, too, watching him as he stripped himself naked. I tore off the rest of my clothes and knelt down on the floor in front of Tony. With awe I gazed at the big head of his prick and parted my lips in hungry anticipation. As my hands squeezed around his balls, I let my mouth suck in his limp but unusually large cock. It slithered into my mouth, and Tony made a little groan as my tongue began to roll around it, curling around the head at first, then sliding along the top of the huge soft shaft.
"Tony made a little moan as my mouth and tongue worked over his cock, and my fingers gently massaged his giant balls. Slowly, I could feel his tool begin to stiffen, swelling and pumping with blood, and soon it had filled my mouth. My cheeks and jaws were stretched and straining as Tony's enlarging fucker throbbed its way to a complete erection. I let the enormous prong slip out of my mouth so I could look at it and kiss it and lick it with my tongue.
"Then I stood up and pressed my swollen pussy hard against his cock. The head of his organ pushed straight and hard against my quivering cunt, and then Tony grabbed the cheeks of my ass and pulled me towards him with a violent effort. His head rammed quickly into my cunt, and I gasped and arched in a reflex of pain and bliss. 'Ooh, Tony--Tony!' I sighed, as he eased up and let his cock slide out of my cunt.
"Tony picked me up and lowered me onto the bed. He lowered his head down into my nest and placed his mouth on my sensitive crotch. I squirmed and groaned as his thick lips covered my pussy and began sucking like a vacuum. The feeling of this suction over my pussy opening sent me into tremors of delightful torment, and Tony had to grab me and hold me by the ankles to keep me still. My legs were held up towards the ceiling by Tony's big masculine hands, spread in a V shape as his tongue suddenly plummeted into my vagina. 'Mmmmmm ... mm! ... mm! ... OOOOH!' I writhed and wriggled, pinned into position by Tony's powerful arms as his tongue snaked and twisted deeper and deeper into my yearning crevice. like an anteater, he kept darting his tongue in and out, deeper and harder into my steaming canal.
"My pussy buzzed like a beehive as Tony drilled his tongue into my honeycomb, yearning to get at the rich nectars of my nest. He sucked and drooled over my swollen and oozing cunt, while his tongue darted and turned and twisted deep inside my throbbing crevice, probing and searching like a bear for the honey.
"Then, without warning, Tony lifted my legs high into the air, raising my ass right up off the bed, and nose-dived into my naked ass. His mouth smacked like a suction cup over my ass-hole, and I felt the stiff tip of his insane tongue as it dug into my rectum, deeper, deeper, deeper. My arms grabbed the sides of the bed in desperation as my body alternately stiffened and jerked, trying to escape from Tony's savagely sucking mouth which electrified my rectum with jolts of tingling, tormenting bliss.
"Tony's spear-like tongue kept pumping like a piston in and out of my ass-hole, in-out-in-out-in-harder-deeper! My mouth hung open and my eyes glared with hot animal ecstasy. Gasping, I cried, 'Tony ... oh, God! ... I can't stand it ... you've got it, baby! ... Oooh ... no ... mo ... Tony, I'm going to ... to ... to ... scream, BABY! God, what's happening to me ... ? So beau-ti-fid ... oh, no, no, oooooooo!' I started to scream in agonizing joy, but Tony silenced me wisely as he slapped me hotly across my face. My cheek burned with rapture at the smack of his hot commanding hand. His tongue never lost a beat as it kept on pumping away into my rectum. Warm, salty tears streamed from my eyes as my body convulsed in exquisite animal rapture.
"I heard Tony moan deliciously as his hungry tongue stirred through to the rich nerve ends waiting deep inside my rear end.
"The next thing I knew, Tony had flipped me over on my stomach and had fallen on me, pinning me under him helplessly. Then I groaned and cried as he slowly pressed the head of his cock firmly up against my quivering but well-lubricated sphincter. 'Relax, relax, relax, Pam. Don't fight it, baby,' Tony kept saying gently and softly into my ear. Gradually, my body melted and relaxed, and I could feel the huge slick head of Tony's cock creep slowly into my anus. 'Mmmmmm,' I moaned as the bulging head quickly popped into my ass-hole.
"The beautiful boy kept pushing his huge prick into my ass-hole. It hurt at first, but then, as I relaxed more, it began to feel exquisitely smooth. like a long smooth torpedo, the shaft of Tony's cock kept easing deeper and deeper up my rectum, filling it and stretching it. It was the first time in my life I had ever had anything shoved up my anus, and I knew it wouldn't be the last. Never before had I suspected that getting fucked in the ass could make me writhe in unbelievable waves of warm bliss.
"As Tony socked his big dick deeper into me, my bowels roared and twisted in sudden mixed feelings. The warm, sensuous glow changed to a simmering, steaming, slow boil as the Mexican youth gradually increased the tempo of his big cock, pumping it in and out in long, firm strokes. Reaching around my waist, Tony cupped his sweaty hands over my firm round breasts, squeezing tenderly, rubbing the nipples so that they stood up stiffly. He pinched my tits and rolled the hard nipples between his fingers like two balls of gum. I wriggled beneath him, and I could feel the little drops of sweat as they trickled from his body onto mine.
"Then he lowered a hand to my crotch and slid a finger all around the inside of the lips, circling around my clit which stood out like a little male penis. My legs were slippery with love juices which flooded and bubbled from the swollen lips of my pussy. With a sudden thrust, he rammed a big finger deep inside my cunt, and I swooned and choked in heavenly physical pleasure. While Tony finger-fucked my sensitive and spasmodic pussy, he jabbed his bulging cock again and again into my ass.
"I was being raped from both sides. My body was torn in agonizing waves of explosive pleasure. As Tony's big prick shafted faster and faster ill and out of my ass like a hot poker, his long finger rammed hotter and faster in and out of my frantic cunt, and my entire body began to shake and tremble violently. My legs kicked and flailed helplessly, my ass burned with insensible, delightful pleasure, and my cunt throbbed and sputtered. I was getting ready to shoot off like Chinese fireworks. Tony could feel my body begin to stiffen and writhe, and he knew I was about to explode. 'Ooh, goddam!' I moaned hysterically.
"My eyeballs rotated with the madness of unexpected pleasure. I gasped and choked and writhed under Tony's beautifully athletic and sexually educated body. He rammed his enormous prick like a jerking air-hammer into me, his hips moving up and down over my ass, rapidly fucking the hell out of my ass-hole. His finger poked furiously in and out of my screaming cunt, and his strong arm squeezed me around the waist, pulling me into him so I couldn't get away if my life depended on it. Then it hit me like a tidal wave. My body was engulfed with ecstasy.
"I couldn't help myself. I was on fire, and I had to express it. I screamed, 'I'm gonna BLAST!'
"Tony jammed his long dick into my rectum and yelled, 'Me too, baby! Here I come!'
"Both of us let out animal groans of pleasure as we shot our rocks off together. I felt the spasms in his shaft as it pumped hot thick wads of come into me, filling my ass, flooding it with the love jellies which spurted violently into my intestines. As Tony hunched in and out of my rear end, my pussy bubbled and boiled and exploded in a fantastic orgasm. I choked and sobbed and gasped in agonizing bliss as cunt juices shot out of my love cave and flooded Tony's hand. The waves of rapture continued. Tony's huge hot cock kept on firing streams of delicious thick boiling come into my ass-hole. My body was burning with hot liquids flooding through it. Finally we reached the end of our incredible orgasm, and our bodies went limp as we fell into a deep sleep."
The scene you have just witnessed was the beginning of new and bizarre experiences in Pam's sexual life. Pam was a young girl, naive about a great many things, but not about sex. At least, she thought she was a real swinger. That is, until she ran into Tony. Pam was twenty years old, a sexy redhead with freckles, beautiful features, and a body which would easily win first place in any bathing beauty contest. Born and raised in a small country town, Pam had moved to the big city after she graduated from high school.
Working her way through nursing school, Pam became good friends with one of the other nurse trainees, Sharon. Sharon was an incredibly attractive Negro girl, nineteen years old, and the two girls decided to share an apartment together. After they got their nursing certificates, and found jobs, they continued living together because they "felt more secure and safe." Neither of the girls had developed any serious relations with young men, and Often they accompanied each other to several of the intimate cocktail lounges and nightclubs in their neighborhood. Both girls were from relatively poor families and had a healthy, down-to-earth attitude about life. They were both anxious to live and love, and both girls frequently had male guests turn up at the apartment.
Tony was such a guest. Pam had met Tony at the nightclub where he played drums with a combo. They had taken to each other right off the bat. Tony was turned on by the freckled redhead, and Pam had made no secrets about liking the good-looking Latin drummer who shot passionate glances at her when they first laid eyes on each other. They liked each other, and they both knew it, and they didn't waste any time in showing it.
Neither Pam nor Tony, however, could foresee the troublesome end to their torrid romance. Man is hardly ever ready to second-guess "Fate." All of us seem to be prepared for events in life, but all too often we are surprised again and again by the events which interfere with our plans. And sometimes, the very events which interfere with our plans are, ironically, a result of our careful planning.
This is because man, to a very great extent, is at the mercy of his unconscious. There are certain parts of our psyche about which we understand very little. To a great extent, we are products of our environment. But we are also products of our past, products of our forefathers. We have inside of us, inside our psyches, generations of learning and information. This information is passed down, generation after generation, through electrochemical processes and biologically transmitted messages. The content and meaning of this information, which we inherit through the genetic patterns of our parents and grandparents and ancient ancestors, is seldom understood consciously.
Most of the instinctual and psychical functions of the organism, man, remain in our unconscious, but nevertheless, these forces exert themselves on us. Even though we are unaware of them, they cause us to react in certain ways to certain things. They suddenly flash into near-consciousness at times, and we say that we have a "hunch" about something. We speak of intuitions, but we are not able to explain our intuitions. Our rational intellect is influenced by our history as animals, yet we do not fully understand that history.
This lack of understanding causes fears, anxieties, prejudices, taboos, superstitions, and stomach ulcers to appear at the most inopportune times. Consequently, society in general is beset by fears of one kind or another. In trying to allay and ward off these fears, societies are impelled to construct the most damaging kinds of repressive codes' and laws. Repression thrives as man seeks to thwart "evil." And, ironically, by thwarting evil, man cultivates evil. For it is out of repression that crime emerges. Man creates evil by foolishly trying to repress it.
We shall see how fate takes a turn, and brings a troublesome, embarrassing end to the flourishing romantic interlude between Tony and Pam. Sharon, the cute nineteen-year-old black girl who shares the apartment with Pam, returns from work earlier than expected, startling Pam and Tony, who are lying exhausted on Pam's bed. Pam relates in her own words again what happened that night after Sharon burst into the room frightened and almost hysterical. And we shall see how this fear played upon the decisions of Pam and Sharon later on as this interesting case history unfolds.
"Tony and I were quickly awakened from our blissful sleep as Sharon came tearing hysterically into the apartment. She burst into my bedroom where Tony and I were lying stark-naked and sleepy-eyed. 'Pam, Pam, oh my God, I'm so scared!' she cried as she fell on top of the bed next to me, trembling. Tony was trying to fully wake up and comprehend the sudden commotion as he raised up on one elbow. When Pam finally noticed that I had a man in my bed, she said, 'Oh, I'm so sorry to run in on ya'll like this, but I just had the wits scared outa me. Here, have some sheet.' She tried to smile as she shakingly pulled the sheet up from the bottom of the bed to cover Tony and me.
" 'What's happening?' Tony finally was able to ask in the middle of a big yawn.
" 'Sharon just had the wits scared outa her by something,' I replied. 'What is it? What happened?' I pleaded with Sharon.
" 'I was about a block from the apartment, walking along James Street, and I began to get the funny feeling that someone was following me. I glanced around, but there was nobody in sight. Then, a few steps later, I was certain that someone was following me, and I began to run along the sidewalk, my heart pounding like crazy.' Sharon started trembling and shaking violently again, and I put my arm around her and tried to reassure her.
" "There, c'mon, you're here now with me and Tony. It's okay. By the way, this is Tony. Tony, Sharon.' Tony grunted and waved a hand from his pillow, and Sharon tried to brave a smile as she wiped a tear from her cheek.
" 'Sorry,' she said. 'I guess I am acting like a little schoolgirl.'
"Sharon finished telling us about her ordeal in the streets below. "I never did actually see anything, but I heard it creeping rapidly through the leaves along the edge of the sidewalk, about ten yards behinds me. I was never so frightened in my life. I knew I was going to have a heart attack right there on the sidewalk before I made it home. Pam, Pm not staying another night in this apartment unless we get a big watchdog, do you hear!' She started jerking in little sobs again. This time, Tony came to the rescue.
"He got up, walked around the bed to where Sharon was sitting, and sat down on the bed next to her. He put his arms around her and spoke gently but firmly in her ear. 'Look, Sharon, I want to tell you something. This neighborhood is full of young kids who just like to sneak around at night scaring people. They do it all the time.' Hugging her tightly around the waist, he kissed her on the neck and said, 'Anyway, you're here with us now. It would take a fool to pick a fight with me. I'll beat his brains out before I let him mess around with you!' Tony smiled as he stood up and flexed his arms and chest, showing off the beautifully developed physique he had.
"Sharon choken out a laugh, and finally said, 'I feel okay now. Thanks, Tony. Thanks.' She stood up, hugged Tony around the neck and gave him a warm kiss on the cheek, then asked, 'Would anyone have a cup of coffee? I'm going to have some.' Tony and I declined the offer.
"A few minutes later, Sharon came back into my bedroom, dressed sexily in a thin, see-through nightgown. She was still tearful and a little shaky as she sat down on the bed next to Tony.
" 'Look, why don't you sleep in here with us the rest of the night? Tony is big enough to take care of both of us,' I chuckled kiddingly.
"Tony agreed quickly. 'You got that right, baby.'
"Sharon slipped off her negligee, and quickly slipped under the sheet. Now Tony was in the middle, between Sharon and me, and I knew that before the night was out, we were going to have some fun. Sharon and I had talked about having a three way before, and here was the chance. It promised to be a groovy night, because I really dug Tony, and I could tell that Sharon liked him, too, although she was trying to 'play it cool.' And it was obvious that Tony was more than pleased with the situation.
"It wasn't long before hands started wandering under the sheet. I was getting hot, thinking of the various possibilities which were open for exploration. If Sharon was emotionally upset before, due to her narrow escape from a sex maniac or something, she was really emotional now, as she lowered her beautiful, warm, moist lips over Tony's mouth. Tony was squeezing my cunt tenderly with one hand, while his other was squeezing Sharon's crotch.
"Then Sharon stuck her tongue out and started winding her way down Tony's neck, down around over his beautifully shaped chest, nibbling and pulling with her lips at his curly black hair, biting gently and teasingly on the little tight nipples of his breast. She descended further, following the little stream of black hair down the middle of Tony's stomach, probing into his cute little belly hole with her teasing, flickering tongue. Her hand dropped down over Tony's knee and began working slowly up towards his stiffening prick, while with her tongue she drooled sexily down over his stomach until her lips came in contact with his throbbing organ. As she slid her hand up around his great juicy balls and squeezed them gently, her mouth went down over his cock. All the way down. Tony stiffened slightly, his muscles rippling in delightful little waves of pleasure as Sharon's hot thick lips slid down, down over his shaft, engulfing it completely. I could tell she was really working over his head with her tongue.
"Tony pulled me gently by the hair and guided my lips to his. Quickly, he sucked hungrily until my tongue flew into his mouth. I was drooling thick spit from my mouth, letting it flow and surge and flood erotically into Tony's mouth. He gulped the juices from my mouth and tongue, thirsting for more and more of the sweet syrups pouring from my spit glands. My cunt, too, was beginning to bubble, flooding into my love nest, trickling down between my legs like honey dripping from a beehive. His finger rubbed gently around my clit, which was by now stiff and sensitive, and I thrust my tongue deeper into Tony's throat while Sharon obviously gave him the best blow job of his life.
"As Sharon worked magic on Tony's enormous cock, shoving her head up and down in beautiful rhythm, forcing his shaft deeper and deeper into her mouth, Tony started digging into the lips of my cunt, easing his finger further and further inside, twisting his finger like a writhing snake all around the inside of my trembling pussy. God, I was getting hot fast. Tony sucked harder on my mouth, drawing my tongue deep into her mouth, draining me of my juices, swallowing the lotions which spewed from my tongue.
"Then Tony whispered in my ear, 'Sit on my face.' I turned around smoothly and squatted down over Tony's face, lowering my dribbling cunt right onto his mouth. Jesus, what a sensation it was to feel those Mexican lips start sucking into my garden of red pussy-hair. Sharon glanced up and nodded in approval, winking at me slyly. She was letting me know that she really was turned on by my sexy Latin boyfriend. Quickly she resumed her task of sucking off Tony.
"I pressed my vulva firmly down onto Tony's face. His tongue began poking and jabbing like a snake into the crack of my pussy. Then he slid his tongue all around and over my clit, sending little surges of tingling pleasure shooting up through my stomach and down through my legs. Then, back into my crevice went his long tongue. God, I didn't realize how long Tony's tongue was until I felt it stab deeply up into my oozing canal. It stretched and grew longer and stiffer as it swam up, up, up into my narrow cave of love, and I gasped as it writhed and wriggled like a little snake inside my hole.
"Then Tony drew his tongue out of my screaming cunt and lifted my hips up enough so that he could slide his tongue back along the crack between my legs. From my cunt hole it moved nearer and nearer to my ass-hole. Tony was hungry again for the fragrantly musky aroma which lingered around my ass. Before I knew it, his mouth had cupped over my anus and started sucking. His tongue began to dart with little jerks against my t quivering shit-hole, taunting and teasing the nervous sphincter until it began to loosen and relax. Then, as he sucked hard over the opening, he began shoving his big tongue like a hot poker into my ass. I groaned and wriggled on top of him, my cheeks tightening against his face, my hands rubbing hotly over his sweating and slippery chest. I pinched his tits, and then bounced up and down on his face. I could feel his nose as it rammed again and again into my ass-hole. Tony loved it, and so did I.
"This was the first time I had ever been 'nose-fucked' in the ass, and it was something else. Bouncing up and down, ramming my ass hard into his face, I could really feel the end of Tony's nose as it thrust again and again up my ass.
"Sharon was really going to town on Tony's big luscious cock, and she watched in delight as Tony gasped and sucked as I sat over his face. I was getting close to orgasm as Tony began fucking me with two fingers now. Two large index fingers jabbed into my lips alternately. As Tony pulled one out with a jerk, he shoved the other finger deep inside with a quick thrust. This two-way motion inside my pussy was more than I could stand. 'Ooooh, ummmm ... MMMMMM!' I groaned as Tony kept the crazy rhythm of his fingers pushing and pulling inside my cunt. The combined sensations of those two huge brown fingers fucking away at my pussy, plus the hammering of his knuckles against my clit, plus the passionate ramming of his tongue in and out of my ass-hole was sending me quickly on my way to impossible joy.
"Sharon, who had been finger-fucking herself, now squatted over Tony's trembling hips. She centered her tight but drooling black cunt-lips right over Tony's shaft, which stood up straight and stiff like a sword, the head bulging with desire, almost ready to explode and shoot boiling spurts of come towards the ceiling. I was on the verge of a dynamite blast. And Tony was ready to shoot, too. Sharon couldn't hold off any longer. I watched hungrily and savagely as Sharon centered her pulsating lips over Tony's long, hot ramrod. Then, with a little groan, Sharon fell onto Tony's cock. It shafted deep and hard into her vagina, and she let out a little shriek of pain and bliss. Sharon and I were facing each other, as I wriggled on top of Tony's face and she bounced up and down over his groin. I could see the thick brown club as it plunged in and out of Sharon's black bulging cunt, and I could feel Tony's two fingers stroking in opposite directions in and out of my steaming pussy. Tony's tongue was stretching deep into my ass, writhing like a big serpent inside my rectum, electrifying my body with surges of animal rapture.
"Then Sharon got a wild glare in her eyes, her mouth began to hang open, and she started gasping like a choking animal. She was about ready to blast. Her body hunched faster and faster, up and down over Tony's enormously swollen cock, and she was out of this world with ecstasy. Her firm round breasts bounced and vibrated as she quickened her motions. She was getting fucked long and hard by Tony's horny hot poker, and she could barely stand the tormenting bliss which tore her body.
"Then all hell broke loose. The three of us couldn't hold it off any longer. I moaned, 'Oh, God! Oh, God! DO IT!' Sharon began babbling like a voodoo witch-doctor, and Tony made incredible quick snorts and choking sounds, like a pig with a stick rammed up its ass. Sharon and I fell towards each other, our mouths coming together hotly and forcefully. We sucked and kissed each other with terrible moans of pleasure as the volcanic explosion neared. Then it hit all three of us with the fury of a hurricane.
"'I'm blasting!' Sharon shrieked, as she plunged her cunt downward, forcing Tony's long thick dick all the way up her cunt. 'I'm blasting, too!' I gasped, as Sharon and I kissed hotly, her thick lips drooling over mine, my tongue slithering into her mouth. Then Tony let out a long loud moan from under my ass as he began to shoot his cream into Sharon's begging beehive. His mouth sucked on my quivering ass-hole, and his body jerked and twisted under me and Sharon, but he couldn't escape the madness which racked his writhing body. Sharon vibrated on top of his box, shooting her juices out all over Tony's balls and stomach, and Tony's cock fired thick globs of searing come into her burning black love-shaft. My own scorching pussy was drenching Tony's face and chin and neck and head with slimy hot come.
"After long moments of blasting and coming and exploding all over each other, our pants and gasps began to subside. Sharon and I began to sob and cry quietly, still sitting on top of Tony. We sobbed and giggled because we had never before experienced anything so beautiful and complete.
"We finally fell exhausted. No one spoke. There was nothing to say. The three of us fell into a profoundly secure and pleasurable sleep, with Tony cuddled up between me and Sharon.
"When we awoke the next morning, Sharon fixed a lovely breakfast, and we sat smiling at each other. I guess we all three were kind of in love with each other. We were happy, and we knew it. And we knew that there would be great times ahead in bed.
"Before Tony left that morning, he told us not to worry about being frightened anymore. He promised to bring us a big beautiful German police dog which he owned. 'This dog is so intelligent,' he said, 'that it knows exactly what to do in any given situation.' He gave me and Sharon a luscious kiss, promised to see us later that same night, and left with a happy whistle on his lips."
We shall soon understand a little more about Tony's "generosity" in providing the girls with a German police dog. On the surface, the purpose of the gift was to make the girls feel more secure in their apartment. Sharon and Pam did not feel very safe after Sharon's frightening moment on the dark street. They felt that some crazy sex-maniac was planning to get into their pad so he could ravage them, maybe even kill them.
Tony, of course, realized that the two girls were just jumpy and a little paranoid. But he also knew that this was a good chance to have someone take care of his rather unusual pet. Tony's big dog was named Blue. Blue was a large canine, and his coat was thick and black and heavy, and when the sunlight hit his fur just right, it took on a blue-black sheen, glinting like metal. Blue was unusually beautiful, as well as huge. And, he had another peculiarity about him.
Blue loved girls. He had been especially trained, from the time he was a young pup, to respond to the sexual caresses of young women. The reason for this is that he was being groomed and trained to perform sexual acts with girls. Tony had made quite a bit of money by staging little shows for stag parties, private get-togethers of businessmen, and so on. Probably, Tony even imagined that soon he could coax Sharon or Pam, or both, to earn a little extra money by working for him. As it turned out, however, the situation never got a chance to develop that far.
We may scoff at first when it is suggested that a male dog might desire to copulate with a human female. The idea is so foreign to our experience that it doesn't seem possible. We simply can't imagine that any lower beast would ever respond in a positive, aggressive manner, sexually speaking, towards a human. But, indeed, this phenomenon is not at all unheard of.
In Mexico, for example, one may easily inquire as to the whereabouts of such "nightclubs." All you need do is simply and courteously ask almost any cabdriver. They are well-informed on such matters of exact location, schedules of performances, etc. And for a small monetary token of appreciation, you may be driven discreetly to such a place, and picked up when the show is over. The taxi drivers of Mexico City depend, to a great extent, on the tourist traffic and trade, and are well-informed "in matters of vice."
Tony was originally from Mexico, and therefore he was not innocent in matters revolving around sex. He understood, better than most young men of American culture, that sex is an important and constantly boiling aspect of man's makeup. And he was not ashamed of this fact. He himself loved sex-the wilder the better, as far as he was concerned. Sex was a fact of life. It was sc obviously a fact of life that Tony really had difficulty in understanding the "gringos' hang-ups" about sex. To Tony, it seemed oddly and curiously contradictory that men should always have to hide behind locked doors in order to enjoy sexual freedom. And, in a way, Tony is quite right. It is strangely ironic that man should have to be so secretive when he does the very thing he loves the most: expressing his basic sexual urges, regardless of the form these urges may take.
But, of course, man has for centuries had all kinds of inhibitions in regard to sex. And when one tries to investigate the reasons for these sexual inhibitions, we get down to one well-focused factor. That factor is fear.
Fear has been a function in man, and other animals, from time immemorial. Fear is a function of instinct. Fear is a function of survival. But how do we justify a particular fear when clearly that fear can be shown to have nothing whatever to do with survival? In searching for the answer to this question, we often see ourselves trying to hack our way through the tangled jungles of man's psyche. And in order to make any great progress through the morass of man's mentality, we discover that it is necessary to open the pages of the past and examine the mythologies of man.
We eventually discover that when we study mythology, we are indeed studying man's psyche. For the great stories and myths are a creation of man. The creation not only of man's conscious, but man's unconscious. In every way, in fact, the unconscious is the great guide, friend, and advisor of the conscious. All men are in touch with their unconscious, whether they want to realize it or admit it or not. Residing in our unconscious is a real and vital world that continuously expresses itself to our conscious. Our dreams are just such an expression. Our secret daydreams are products of our unconscious. And our dreams which occur while we sleep at night are vital messages which spark from our unconscious, trying to tell us something, trying to advise us on a particular matter. Of course, our dreams are often difficult to interpret. Thanks to great thinkers, such as C. G. Jung, we are beginning to understand these codes and symbols which creep up from our unconscious.
And not only do we get glimpses of our unconscious from our nighttime dreams as we snore heavily in bed. Not only do we get moments of insight during a daydream while we stroll along a sunny street. Not only do we occasionally begin to understand ourselves by observing our reactions to people, places, and things. But we also can understand a great deal about our unconscious in the study of mythology. For myth is a product of mind. And the vast bulk of material in our mind is-unconscious.
In man's myths, we find the symbols and illustrations of many archetypal patterns. All over the world, in many different cultures and societies, we find remarkable similarities among these patterns, myths, folk legends, and primitive rituals. Regardless of where we look, regardless of what strange new land we travel through, be it the North Pole, or the Sahara Desert, we find again and again the amazing similarities of patterns and symbols between one culture and another. Jung, again, probably more than any other man in history, has done more to organize and catalogue and examine these patterns and symbols, and out of his insight has come a vital new approach to understanding.
In man's religions, we can catch glimpses of his connections, his urges to relate in some way, to animals. In art and music, we can observe man's attempts to illustrate these urges. For example, we have the legend of "hellish demons" and animal-spirits who descend on St. Anthony, tormenting his soul. We can observe, among many cultures, even our own, man's urges to dress himself like an animal. This is seen among Indian tribes, and even among our own children as they prepare for "Halloween."
Even in popular literature, we always find examples of man's trying to know himself through involvement with animals. Beauty and the Beast, Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde, Alice in Wonderland, Tarzan of the Apes are just several of a long list of examples. And in stories and fairy tales from all over the world, we find numerous examples of man's interest in, and fascination with, animals and animal-human types. Man loves to talk of mermaids, vampires, werewolves. We read fables about unicorns, ape-men, wolf-men, witches who have wings and can fly, satyrs, minotaurs, goats which represent various gods, serpents which represent "sin" or "evil," fawns which symbolize shyness and femininity, gods who change into swans and rape young girls, dogs who became hero-figures. Man seems to have an unconscious but relentless romance with the animals.
Some men are at home, to a greater extent than others, with their unconscious. Many men seem to have a happy and healthy acceptance of the forces of life which swell up within them. Perhaps the main reason for this is that they have not been repressed beyond repair, as so many individuals have been. In most cultures, certainly in the cultures of the Western world, man is subjected to an incredible number of taboos, from the time he pops from the womb to the time he pops into the grave. It is interesting to imagine what a man would be like if he were left free to develop in a non-repressive society. These taboos and prejudices stem primarily from religious codes and doctrines, and pervade into man's thinking processes and daily habits more than we would care to admit. But they are there, nevertheless. They tell us "no" when our hearts and bodies tell us "yes." Consequently, man is a jumble of contradictory feelings and impulses. And all too often, these contradictions lead to crippling conflicts within the overall psyche of the individual. All too often, the individual crumbles within the shell he had constructed for protection-protection from the feelings of guilt and fear which are always the products of repression.
Not only is man capable of warm feelings of affection for animals, even sexual feelings, but some animals develop a love and affection for humans. Konrad Lorenz, the great naturalist, often found himself in the curious role of mother to a brood of newly hatched ducklings. Naturalists all over the world have been able to observe how the young of many animal species may attach themselves to a human "mother" if the real mother is not around.
This same syndrome may be utilized "artificially" when a young dog is raised among prostitutes and whores. It is only natural that a male animal. might learn to want to copulate with human females, given the proper conditioning and training from time of birth. This was the case with Blue, the big, happy, affectionate German shepherd which Tony brought to Sharon and Pam. The girls were only too happy to have Blue as a companion and watchdog. Tony was only too happy that they should have Blue, for Tony knew that Blue loved girls, and Tony was just mischievous enough and curious enough to see what would happen when Blue moved in with Pam and Sharon. Pam unfolds the erotic and dream-like description of events as her case history continues.
"The following night, Tony returned with Blue, his huge and lovely German police dog. Immediately, Sharon and I took to Blue. I guess this was because he took so much to us. I couldn't believe that such an affectionate creature would be much use as a watchdog, but Tony assured us that Blue would be good protection against burglars and sex maniacs. Blue sniffed into every corner and closet, quickly and efficiently familiarizing himself with the entire apartment. He seemed to be very much at home.
"Tony said he had to go and play in his combo at a late party. Smiling, he bid us all good-night, and said he would probably see us next day. After Tony left, Sharon and Blue and I settled down on the living room floor to watch the late movie. It wasn't long before Blue took over the show.
"Sharon and I began to notice that Blue was nudging embarrassingly close to our crotches. At first we shrugged it off as his being just overly affectionate, and we didn't think much about it. But, as the evening wore on, Blue became more and more demonstrative in his affections, and tried to nuzzle right into my panties, sticking out his tongue, trying to lick into my pussy. Finally, I gave up and took my panties off and spread my legs out in a wide V shape. Sharon started giggling and squealing in delight as Blue quickly dived his nose into my nest and started lapping like crazy over my lips.
"The next thing we noticed about Blue was his canine cock. Before, it had been well concealed in his furry skin-sheath. But now it began protruding and swelling into the most enormous dog penis I had ever seen. The slick shaft, pink and moist and quivering in a state of sexual excitement, jutted out fully seven long inches. Sharon and I gasped and gazed in amazement at it as it swung erotically back and forth under his sleek stomach. Then we noticed his balls. Blue had huge black balls swinging just behind his enticing cock.
"Bouncing like big golf balls in a black leathery pouch, the dog's testicles seemed swollen with rich stores of dog come. Sharon was flat-out bug-eyed at the sight, and had to feel them to believe them. 'They're real!' she squealed, as she cupped them in her fingers and squeezed them gently. Blue spread his legs apart so she could reach under easier and play with his genitals. All this time, Blue was licking away into my red cunt-hairs. Both Sharon and I were getting hot with this new kind of creature. Neither of us could believe the length and thickness of Blue's big male prod.
"Here was an animal who loved to suck cunt. That much was obvious. What we didn't know was that Blue loved a lot of other things, too. Blue's nose kept pressing into my pussy, and finally his black steaming nostrils began to shove against my cunt lips. His tongue was working like nothing you ever saw, darting in and out, in and out, sucking like a baby calf in order to lap up the secretions which were now oozing out of my lips. The feel of his dog-tongue inside my cunt was a new experience for me. It was mildly rough, but the way Blue was using it, it was pure torturous pleasure.
"Sharon had gone out of her mind over Blue's big cock, and she was lying on the floor under his hind legs, her face just under the enormous swinging shaft of his dick. 'God damn!' Sharon said in amazement, as her hands squeezed around his bulbous hanging balls. Blue seemed to know exactly what to do. He began squatting lower and lower over Sharon's face. Finally, his long pink rod slid into Sharon's mouth, and with a quick hunching movement, Blue jammed his long cock into it. I could see easily the entire length of his canine pride as it slid voluptuously and forcefully between Sharon's lips. All seven inches of bulging dog-prick stuffed down her throat. Sharon groaned in the newness of the moment, and I felt a little jealous that I didn't have that luscious, stiff piece of meat telescoping down my throat.
"We changed positions, and now I was lying flat on the floor. I took a quick long delicious suck on Blue's huge prick, then eased his swinging prong over my throbbing pussy. He got the general hint, and I easily guided his stiff and jerking organ into the opening of my cunt lips. When he sensed that the time was right, he jammed his cock deep and fast into me with the force of a freight train. I thought I was going to pass out with the sudden feeling of his torpedo-like tool ramming deep into my vagina, but it felt so exquisitely hot and strange that I didn't want to miss anything. I could only gasp as Blue began hunching in and out of my cunt, fucking me like I've never been fucked before or since. His big club jammed in and out with quick animal lurches, and the walls of my vagina were beginning to glow and pulse from the heat created by the friction of his dog dick sliding in and out of my pussy.
"While I writhed in growing ecstasy, drifting in a blissful and dream-like trance of animal and sexual passion, letting my senses take me to unheard of raptures, Sharon squatted over my face. 'Oh, baby, give it to me,' I begged in a whisper. Sharon kept her lovely, beautifully swollen cunt-lips just inches above my mouth, teasing my senses, torturing me by letting me see and smell her inviting and throbbing black cunt-lips. I hungered to suck into her canal, to know the sweet-salty liquids just inside her tight crevice.
" 'I think I have to pee,' Sharon said, and started to get up and leave for the bathroom. 'No, don't go,' I begged, and pulled her back down over my face. 'You don't have to go anywhere to take a leak, baby,' I said as I reached up with my tongue and tickled her cunt lips. 'You can take a piss right here, right now; honey,' I hinted. Blue panted hotly, fucking away like crazy in and out of my juicy drooling cunt.
"The next thing I felt was a burst of hot piss shooting from Sharon's pussy all over my face. God, it was beautiful. I didn't want it to stop. And it didn't stop. Faster and faster her pee shot out of her lips, over my eyes, into my mouth, around my neck. I let the stream burn into my mouth. It was delicious. Sharon reached down and was massaging my tits with her strong black hands, and Blue was ramming the hell outa my cunt, and the hot golden stream shot forcefully out of the black lips right into my mouth, flooding my mouth and throat, running over and down my cheeks, hot and exciting and fragrant. I loved Sharon's piss as it poured richly and freely from her pussy into my face.
"Then, before she was finished pissing, Sharon forced her cunt into my face, and the hot liquid squirted right into my mouth and nose. I gasped and moaned in demented stabs of pleasure as her boiling pee spouted and spewed from her beautiful throbbing lips. My tongue shoved up hard into her cunt while she kept on pissing into my mouth. I stretched my tongue deeply into her caverns, hoping to find the source of this blissful piss. Sharon groaned at the feel of my tongue up her cunt as she peed into my mouth.
"Then the black beauty moved her cunt off my mouth and replaced it with her ass-hole. I quickly sucked into the quivering little round hole of her shit-shaft, and began thrusting my tongue up into it. She wriggled on top of my face, forcing herself down into my mouth, forcing my tongue to slide deeper and deeper up her rectum. God, it was thrilling and lustful, being lost in the cave of her rear end. Floating on clouds of physical ecstasy, I fucked Sharon's anus with my hungry tongue while Blue screwed the shit out of my screaming cunt.
"I was being worked up to one big explosion, and I wasn't sure if I could stay conscious and tolerate the heavenly waves of exotic stimulation which were bombarding my senses. I could still taste the delightful piss from Sharon's cunt, even though my tongue was now ramming deep into her rectum. I could feel the thick ooze around my tongue, and then I could begin to taste the dark fudges of her ass-hole as my tongue swam through them, probing back and forth, in and out, sucking and thirsting after the thick rich treasures which were stirring hotly inside her ass.
"While Blue pumped away like a sex-machine gun into my screeching pussy, he lapped loudly and sloppily into Sharon's cunt. He loved the taste of the sweet-salty lotions which drooled out of her black pussy-lips. His tongue darted in and out like a long penis, shoving deep and strong into her canal. While Blue was tearing her apart from the front, I was ripping her anus with my tongue, and soon she began to shake violently. I knew this meant that it was just seconds away before she exploded.
"Blue seemed to sense the closeness of Sharon's orgasm, and this made him start ramrodding my buzzing crotch even faster. I could feel all seven inches of his hot swelling dog-cock fucking the living hell out of my boiling cunt. Then I knew I was on the verge of coming. Suddenly, Blue started hammering in and out of my pussy like a steam-driven jackhammer, making my body vibrate like an electric blender. This drove me out of my mind, and I knew I was going to blow. Then Sharon groaned heavily, her body shook violently, her anus muscles convulsed and squeezed tightly around my tongue, as she started her incredible orgasm.
"I heard Sharon mumble incoherently, 'Ohhh ... ummm ... ummmm!' Her body quaked and shook, and she let out a loud rhapsodic fart into my mouth as she screamed, 'God, I'M BLASTING!' At the very moment Sharon shouted that she was blasting, I started coming all over the place. Blue jackhammered fast and furious into my cunt, and the juices went flying everywhere. Blue was lapping like crazy to suck in all the thick creams which poured and shot from Sharon's cunt, and kept ramming his long thick dog shaft deep and violently into my flowing, spurting pussy.
"I could feel the stiff thrusts cutting into me as Blue's cock shot dog come into me. I could feel the hot squirts spitting from the end of his convulsing shaft, burning my vagina with tingling, tormenting oceans of canine sperm-semen. Blue's body was arched and stiff and jerking as he shot his wad into me. My eyes saw stars, I think. Sharon was humming or groaning or moaning some kind of a chant, like a black witch. She was still in the blissful trance of extreme sexual fulfillment The three of us finally shot the last of our hot milky fluids, and fell to the floor exhausted.
"Somehow, Sharon and I made our way to the bed and fell on it together. Then, just as we were falling into a trance-like sleep, we felt the big masculine body of Blue curl up between us.
"Around two o'clock that night, I heard a soft tapping on the door. Blue growled, jumped out of the bed, and dashed into the iving room. I followed, and when I reached the door, I said, 'Who is it?' Tony answered, and I opened the door. Tony smiled broadly and stepped inside. Standing out in the hallway was one of the most beautiful boys I had ever seen. Tony said, 'This is my friend, Joe. He plays in a rock band here in town.'
" 'Hello, Joe. C'mon in,' I said sleepily. Joe was lanky, almost six feet tall, about the same height as Tony. Joe wasn't as heavy as Tony, but he looked strong and wiry. The most remarkable aspect of his features was his face, one of the most lovely faces I had ever seen on a man. like with most hippie types, his bland hair hung straight down to his shoulders, learning his fair-skinned face. 'Hope we're not intruding,' he said softly, his blue-green eyes flashing sexily. Sharon stood in the doorway of the bedroom, yawning, stark naked, showing off her gorgeous black body.
" 'Wow,' gasped Joe when he caught sight of Sharon. 'Wow!' he repeated. Joe was really turned on by Sharon, and everyone could tell that she loved it. She smiled coyly, but didn't say anything. Without another word, Joe caught Sharon up in his arms and planted his hot lips to hers. Then he picked her up and carried her back into the bedroom. Tony and I smiled and followed in after them. Before I knew it, the four of us were going at it on the bed. By the time Tony and Joe had stripped down completely naked, Sharon and I were more than ready for anything they had to offer.
"When I caught sight of Joe's naked body crawling into the bed, my womb started purring like a motorboat with tingling anticipation. Here were two hot girls on a launching pad ready to go into orbit, and here were two good-looking studs ready to start the countdown and ignite the engines. My heart raced with excitement. Sharon was transfixed at the sight of Joe's long dangling cock as it swung back and forth, bouncing off his thighs like a huge rubber hose. Then it started to jerk and rise, the smooth red head swelling and bulging with sexual appetite. As it erected itself like a flagpole, the big balls could be seen swinging heavily between Joe's legs. My mouth yearned for them. As Joe climbed into the bed, I grabbed his cock in my hand and pulled him to me. Then I lowered my head and. sucked those big juicy balls right into my mouth. While I sucked and slurped on Joe's sperm-filled sacks, Sharon started sucking hotly on his big pale-pink prick. The blonde hairs on his balls and in the crack of his ass tickled my nose as I deliciously massaged his balls with my tongue. I wanted to bite them off and swallow them whole.
"Then, satisfied with my first taste of Joe's seductive sex organs, I grabbed Tony's big brown Mexican stud-piece and slid my lips tightly and hotly over the head, letting my mouth slide over and down his pulsating shaft. It tasted so good, I could hardly wait to make it shoot off and fill my mouth with hot salty come. Sharon and I started giving Joe and Tony the most fantastic blow jobs they had ever had. The two boys trembled and panted as they watched us suck away on their huge cocks.
"But they were not going to make it so easy for us. Tony grabbed my legs and held them in the air, and while Sharon sucked on Joe's cock, Joe leaned over and face-dived into my pussy. I felt his tongue jam immediately into my pussy lips and then plunge deep into my vagina. I wriggled with agonizing stabs of pleasure. As Joe's tongue worked feverishly inside my vagina, twisting and writhing like a slimy snake, one of his hands reached under my ass. The next thing I felt was his long finger pushing firmly and smoothly right up my ass-hole. God, it was good. It was so good I wanted to scream.
" 'No,shit,Tony ... Joe ... I ... I ... I'mgetting ... ready . . .to ... SHIT!'
"Tony said softly and commandingly, like a doctor ordering his patient, 'That's right, Pam, you have to shit. Give it to Joe like a good girl.' As Joe rammed his finger in and out of my ass, and plunged his tongue in and out of my dripping cunt, I could feel the hot soft turd sliding down my rectum. The sensation was divine, rapturous, shattering pleasure. Tony held tightly to my kicking legs, and as I let out a little aromatic fart, Joe really began fucking my ass-hole with his finger hard and fast. Then my whole body jerked and twisted in delicious bliss as I headed for orgasm. 'I'm getting ready to explode!' I cried.
"Suddenly, Joe jerked his finger out of my ass-hole and whacked me across the face with his hand. My cheek smarted and burned, but it was blissful pleasure. I knew Joe slapped me in order to keep me from shooting right away. He leaned down and kissed me hotly and lovingly, sucking my tongue into his mouth, then releasing the suction and letting his tongue fly back into my mouth. God, I couldn't take much more of this beautiful treatment.
"Tony laid down on the bed on his back and lifted me around so that my ass-hole was just above his big Latin prick. 'Yes, Tony, oh, God, yes! Fuck my ass, baby!' I sobbed and begged. Then I felt Tony's bulging cock-head begin to slide up into my ass. In and in it went, pushing and shoving my bowels as it plugged deeper and deeper into my rectum.
"While Tony fucked my ass, Joe took a joint of pot from his shirt pocket, and lit it. He and Sharon took deep drags from the joint, and then Joe held it for me while I took a deep drag. Then Tony, still fucking me in the ass, took a deep drag. We kept passing around the weed until it was all gone. Sharon and I had had grass a couple of times before, and we liked it okay. But this grass was really strong. My body began to feel light and giddy and wonderful as Tony's huge cock kept ramming smoothly in and out of my anus.
"Tony pulled me back down on him, so I was lying on top of him, my back to his chest. He reached around me with his arms and held me a prisoner of love while he shoved his meat to me, plunging in and out of my ass in primitive delicious rhythms. Then Joe climbed up over us and squatted over our heads. I could see his juicy balls swinging just inches above my mouth. Then he centered his huge cock in between my lips, and rammed it home into my throat. I gasped in sheer agony and ecstasy. As Joe plunged his huge throbbing cock in and out of my mouth, he reached down and squeezed my ballooning breasts with his long strong fingers.
"But I was to feel even more insane pleasure, for, without warning, Sharon had thrust her thick luscious lips over my quivering pussy, and began sliding her trembling tongue all over my clitoris. My body lurched uncontrollably. Never had I had so much going into me at one time. I thought I would burn out as my nervous system buzzed and sparked with high-tension ecstasy. Then, I heard Joe command Blue to get Sharon. As Sharon leaned over the bottom of the bed, her head buried in my pussy, Blue jumped up behind her and shoved his terrifyingly long animal cock right up her cunt. She vibrated and shook with surges of pure rapture as Blue hunched faster and faster in and out of her scorching black crotch.
"Tony was under me, fucking my ass-hole insanely, thrusting that big brown shaft deep and hard up my rectum, faster and faster. Joe was panting heavily, and groaning more and more loudly as his beautiful thick penis stretched and filled the cavity of my mouth, fucking my mouth and throat in long smooth strokes. His hands slapped and squeezed at my firm melons, and Sharon's tongue darted and twisted inside my drooling pussy. And keeping up with everyone was Blue, hunching into Sharon's cunt like she was the bitch he had been waiting for all his life.
"Then, like magic, we all began heading for that impossible moment. The five of us increased our frantic movements together, like one exploding sex-machine gone wild. I felt Joe's dick swell suddenly in my mouth. I felt the spasms begin in Tony's cock as he shoved it hard up my ass. I could feel the violent thrusting of Sharon's tongue deep inside my dripping cunt I could feel my own body stiffen in the last moments before orgasm. Then, we all jerked and trembled, and then blasted away together! Joe cried,' Yeah, baby!' as he shot a torrent of searing come into my mouth. It boiled over my tongue, spurted furiously into my throat, and I gulped the thick hot cream hungrily. In big spurts it shot like lava from his bulging cock as he kept ramming it in and out of my mouth. Tony fired his Latin sperm-jellies right up my ass, and I could feel their heat as they exploded into my rectum. My cunt showered into Sharon's face, and she sucked away ravenously, jamming her tongue into my canal. Sharon released cups of fluids which dripped and oozed over Blue's canine cock as he kept socking it to her. All of us were panting and heaving as we took the full impact of our rapturous orgasms. But then . ... "
It was inevitable that such hedonistic activity as described above would eventually be brought to the attention of neighbors, the law, and, finally, psychiatry. As it was.
In this particular case history, we see the development of a bestial act stemming from the fact that Blue was drawn to human females. He was attracted to them because he had been conditioned to respond in that manner since he was a small pup. Blue loved girls. And Pam and Sharon were uninhibited enough, animalistic enough, and desperate enough to be loved by anything, man or beast.
CHAPTER FIVE
Of Goats and Gods
"Unzipping the front of my trousers and letting them fall to the floor, I stood there in front of the mirror, trying to judge whether or not my weight-lifting sessions down at the Y were worth the effort. Deciding that they were paying off better than I had expected, I smiled at the reflection of my young nude body, pleased with the way my tan was beginning to come along. I could see the dark-brown hair curl slightly as it grew on my chest, drifting downward into a smooth thin line over my navel and down over my flat hard belly, coming to nest cozily in swirls as it tufted itself around the base of my cock. Not bad, not bad for seventeen, I thought to myself, holding my six inches of limp meat in my hand.
"It wasn't long before I started feeling pretty hot, looking at myself in the mirror like that. My prick started to stretch from a six-inch soft wiener into a throbbing eight-inch ramrod, and I knew I'd better get on with my bath before I started jacking off. I settled into the tub of warm water, lying back, and closed my eyes. I could hear mom getting ready to leave the house to go on her business trip, and she was giving orders to Susie, my Little thirteen-year-old sister. 'You kids be good, now, while I'm gone. Susie, you take care of your big brother like a good girl, okay? Mike,' she yelled from the living room, 'you watch after Sis and don't forget to feed Butch. Bye-bye.' Butch is our two-year-old Irish setter. I heard the door open, then close. When I heard the car back out of the driveway, I knew that mom was finally on her way.
"Breathing a little sigh of relief, I slipped further down into the water, dreaming of one whole week of wild freedom while mom was gone. I thought about inviting some of my friends over for a wild party, maybe even having some kind of sex orgy or something. I could see, in my imagination, a house full of kids from school, boys drinking beer, girls squealing and running around half nude, just begging to get fucked. My pulse quickened as I made all kinds of plans for a week of seduction and sin.
"My cock was standing straight up, the head sticking five inches up out of the water. I watched it jerking and splashing in the hot water. Just then I heard a little giggle. Opening my eyes, I blushed crimson to find my sister Susie standing by the door watching me.
" 'Get out of here,' I yelled at her.
" 'No!' she snapped back, walking further into the bathroom. 'I have just as much right as you do to be in this bathroom, and I can watch you if I please. Anyway, mom's gone, and it doesn't matter anyway!'
"I grew red with rage at her impudence. 'You little bitch, you want me to knock the shit outa you!' I barked. I stood up in the tub, my swollen member swinging like a big sausage between my legs. She squealed and giggled as I threw the washrag at her, but she didn't move. I knew she was really enthralled by the sight of my big cock as it swung back and forth between my thighs, slapping against my legs.
" 'Lookie, lookie at the big hot dog,' she teased with little girlish giggles.
"I picked up a bar of soap and threw it hard. It bounced off the side of her head and she stopped giggling.
"She put her hand up to her head, her cute little lips beginning to quiver and tremble. She stood there, looking at me with a terrible hurt expression on her face, and began crying. I said, 'Now, you asked for that, and you know it!' I slipped back down in the tub. Susie stood by the washbasin, still looking at me with that hurt expression, and my heart began to soften a little. Finally, she stopped crying enough to choke out, 'All I wanted to do was take a bath with you and play in the tub like we used to do when we were little, Mike.' Then she started crying again. Feeling pretty bad about it, I finally gave in and told her she could get in the tub with me if she still wanted to.
"Susie, beginning to find her composure, slipped her clothes off. I watched her out of the corner of my eye as she grabbed her pink-lace panties and started pulling them down. The tight little bulging curve of her rear end sent a little shiver up my back, and as she pulled the blouse off her shoulders, the little bulges on her chest stood out like oranges. My dick started throbbing as she turned around and came over to the tub. As she lifted a leg over the rim of the tub, I could see the entire crack of her ass, from her cunt all the way around to her ass-hole. Her skin was smooth, pinkish, and inviting, and I knew she was a virgin. She wasn't shy about anything, mainly because she didn't know what there was to be shy about, I guess.
"I could hardly hold back from reaching up and putting my hand around the tightly quivering cheeks of her ass as she eased into the tub with me. 'You've grown up quite a bit in the last couple of years,' I said gently. 'You're getting to be a big girl, now. Got any boyfriends, Susie?' I asked.
"She said, 'Don't be silly. I'm only thirteen. Mommy says I'm too young to have boyfriends. Anyway, I don't like anyone as much as I like you, Mike. All my girl friends at school fell in love with you when you won the diving contest in last year's swim meet.'
"I swelled with pride at my little sister's flattering words.
"Susie sat down in the tub in front of me, smiling and talking happily about how she thought I was the best-looking boy in the whole neighborhood, and about how she was going to miss me when I went off to college. Then she stood up in the tub, little rivers of hot water dripping off the end of her two firm little balloons bobbing oi her chest, streaming down her hairless, smooth belly, and trickling into the little nest of pubic hair around her tight virgin cunt. 'Mike, will you wash my legs while I stand up in front of you?' she said, handing me the washrag and soap.
"I began soaping her up all over her strong little legs, working up a rich lather, running my hands around her knees and along the inside of her thighs, gradually getting higher and high r towards the tight little slit of her pussy. My cock was throbbing and jerking insanely under her as my hand slid in and around the crack of her firm little buttocks and pressed further and further up inside the crevice between her thighs. I began to feel hotter and hotter, realizing that if I didn't put a stop to this pretty soon, I was going to lose my head over my little sister.
"Susie stood with her back to me, her tight little ass staring right into my face, not more than a foot away from my mouth. I had it all covered with thick folds of lather, and I teasingly ran a finger into the crack of her ass and pressed it up against the opening of her rectum.
" 'Stop that,' she giggled.
"I said, 'Why? I'm just trying to wash your little bottom. Nothing to be ashamed of. After all, I used to help mom bathe you and powder your little butt when you were less than a year old.'
"Susie said, 'Yeah, but I'm not a baby anymore, am I?'
" 'No, you sure ain't no baby, now,' I mumbled, my head reeling with the knowledge that I was going to be alone for a week with my cute little sister. She turned around and faced me, asking me to wash her stomach all over with soap. My hands, trembling with the task of controlling themselves, began rubbing all around on her stomach. Slowly I let my hands glide and slide further and further up, until finally I had my soapy hands cupped over each little boob, squeezing them gently, massaging them with my lathered fingers. Faintly, her tiny little breasts began to swell and stiffen, the little nipples erect and stiff.
" 'Ooh, Mike, that feels so good. I'm glad I have a big brother like you to give me a bath. You know how to wash me all over so I'm real clean.'
"I said, "That's a good girl. Now just stand there for a second while I wash you all over.' I let one hand continue sliding in the lather over her two little melons, while my other hand began winding and gliding downward along her flat little stomach, working up thick foamy suds. I could feel one of her feet between my legs down under the water as it nudged up innocently against my balls. My cock twitched nervously against her ankle as my hand explored around her hips, gently pulling her closer and closer to me, so that now the lips of her incredibly beautiful little vulva were only three or four inches from my nose.
"She kept talking innocently of school, about how some of the boys in her class tried to coax her into the bushes one day. She rested her hands on my shoulders for balance as I continued to build up slick foamy suds all over her stomach and thighs, rubbing my hand between her legs and pressing up against her cunt. Finally, I couldn't stand it any longer, and I began to let a finger rub gently and discreetly over the outer lips of her pussy. The little pubic hairs were like silk threads lost in the white foamy lather. Slowly, I let my finger ease gently in between her lips, feeling the muscles of her little pussy quiver with little shocks of pleasure.
"'Ooooh, Mike!' she moaned, as my finger probed deeper and deeper into the tight little opening of her cunt.
"Her legs began trembling a little, and I said reassuringly, 'That's a good girl. Let's get you good and clean, inside and out.' My finger slid further into her hot little box, until I felt it press against her cherry. Yeah, she was a virgin, all right. The stiff little membrane was guarding the entrance of her sweet little vagina as I jabbed at it gently with the end of my finger.
" 'Ow, Mike, that hurts-a little!' She winced, as I gave her hymen a strong little jab, hoping I could break it easily and painlessly for her. But I could see it wasn't going to be easy.
" 'Mike, now you stand up and let me wash you. Okay?' Susie said, as she backed away from me, causing my finger to slip out of her cunt with a little slurping noise. 'Stand up,' she ordered. I stood up sheepishly, my big stiff cock swinging menacingly in front of her. She squatted down in the bathtub, and began soaping me all over my stomach. 'You got a bigger wiener than Butch does, you know that, Mike?' she asked matter-of-factly and innocently.
" 'How would you know?'
"Susie replied, 'Because I saw you playing around with Butch's balls one day, when you didn't think anybody was watching. I saw how big Butch's sausage was then, but now I know that yours is a lot bigger.'
"My little sister worked up a thick lather on my stomach, then suddenly slid her hot soapy hands onto my bulging club. My legs shook beneath me as she continued to squeeze her strong little fingers around my shaft and slide them up and down over my hard dick. It was jerking and convulsing now, and every time she pulled along the shaft of it, sliding her hands from its base up towards its swollen head, a strong spasm caused it to jump and lurch strongly, almost slipping out of her grasp. But she hung onto it tightly, and kept squeezing it and pumping it, occasionally dropping one hand to cup around my dangling balls.
"Little sis was really going to town on my rod, and I knew it would only be a few seconds before I shot a barrage of hot jelly right into her face. 'That's good, Susie. You ... you're ... you're getting it ... good ... and ... cle-cle-clean!' I gasped, trying to hold off my ejaculation.
"She suddenly stopped washing my dick, let go of it, and watched it with great fascination as it throbbed and jerked in front of her, not more than six inches from her mouth. 'Now turn around so I can wash your behind,' she commanded. Weakly, I turned around, holding myself steady by grabbing the shower spout above my head.
"Susie now began soaping up my rear end, letting her fingers romp and play over my legs and thighs, pushing her hand in and out into the crack of my ass. 'You got a lot of hair, Mike, especially way down inside the crack of your ass-hole,' she said, as she spread the cheeks of my firm buttocks and peered in. "Will I have that much hair in my ass when I grow up?' she asked me, as she squeezed my buns with her soapy hands.
"'You might. Would you like that?" I asked her.
" 'Oooo, no!' she giggled, continuing to work over my buttocks, getting the lather thicker and thicker. Then she started probing a finger into the crack of my cheeks, thrusting closer and closer to my anus. She found the little puckering rim, and stabbed at it gently. 'Got to clean you real good, inside and out,' she said.
"I could feel her finger pressing and rubbing around the rim of my ass-hole, knew that it wouldn't be long before it started slipping into my quivering sphincter, and realized fully that my little sister and I were going to have a lot of good times while mom was away on her trip. "That feels good, Susie; you know how to give big brother a good clean bath, don't you,' I encouraged her. She increased the pressure of her finger against my ass-hole, which was now vibrating and flexing. Then, with subtle little waves of ecstasy, I felt her finger begin to slip into my anus. Then, with a little laugh, she plunged her finger up hard into my rectum, causing me to let out a loud howl of pain and excitement. Holding on to the shower spout above my head, I yelled, Take it easy, sis!'
" 'Did that hurt?' she inquired, sounding like a little nurse.
" 'Sort of. But, don't pull your finger out yet. You have to massage my ass-hole for a few minutes to make the pain go away,' I told her.
"She said if I would bend over a little, and spread my buns with my hands, she could clean out my hole better that way. I did what she asked, and stood there grinning in pleasure at the shower curtain as I felt her finger move and rub in a circular motion inside my ass-hole.
"God, the feel of her finger up my ass was sending shivers all through my body, and my legs began to shake and feel weak as I could feel her fingertip rubbing against my prostate gland. If my cock swelled up any more, it would surely burst in an explosion of blood. Never before had my penis been so hard and swollen, begging for release, pleading to be brought to full ejaculation, bursting with a cupload of hot sperm-jam in its base. My bowels were burning with passion and animal lust. I was gasping in quick little spasms, barely able to stand any more. Suddenly, my little sister withdrew her finger from my ass-hole, and little stars spun in circles before my eyes.
" 'Turn around now, and let me finish washing your balls,' she said. Weak and trembling, I slowly turned around and stood in front of her, my huge dong sticking straight out at her, its wicked head not two inches from her mouth. She soaped up my balls with both her hands, squeezing them and massaging them, stretching and milking them downward until I thought they were going to pop out of their sacks. She rinsed off my dick, and then, still squeezing my testicles, said, 'I saw mommy do something to daddy one time, about a month before he died.'
" 'What did you see mommy do to daddy, sis?' I said.
" 'Here, I'll show you.' Still squeezing my balls in both hands, she slowly brought her mouth up to the head of my burning peter, then, opening her mouth, she covered the head of my shaft with her lips. I groaned and closed my eyes as my little sister's hot mouth engulfed the end of my huge erection. Her tongue flickered around the tiny hole, then curled all around the head and shaft of my heavy, rock-hard prod. My mind reeled with incredible visions and images of animal lust as I felt my tool slip further and further into her mouth, felt the enormous suction she created inside her mouth as she kept going down further and further over my big prick. God, I couldn't stand it any longer, and I knew that I was on the verge of the biggest ejaculation of my life.
"'Oh, yeah ... that's ... that's real ... that's real g-g-goo ... good? I gasped, trembling like a rag doll in front of her. Now she started moving her mouth up and down, up and down over the length of my cock, all eight inches of it sliding and slurping in and out of her hot mouth which was working like a suction pump. She seemed, as if by instinct, to know exactly how to suck a man's cock. It felt better than any of the blow jobs I used to get from little Tommy in the boys' shower after gym in school. Little Tommy was the school queer, and he was always following me into the shower after gym period. I knew what he wanted, and after all the other guys left for their next class, I would frequently linger a few minutes in the shower, knowing that Tommy would slip in and give me a suck job. Once, he had made me mad by biting the end of my prick, and I whacked him across the mouth hard. I remember the little trickle of blood at the corner of his mouth as he cried and said he was sorry. Then I forced him to take his clothes off and, pinning him against the wall like a little fairy queen, gave him the fucking of his life. I remember how I had to hold him while he struggled, pinning an arm behind his back as I shoved my jackhammer up his tight ass. I remember, too, how I had to keep him pinned up against the wall with one arm while I put another arm up over his shoulder and under his chin, and when he started crying and screaming, I had to hold my hand tightly over his mouth so no one would hear.
"Now, here I was in the bathtub with my little sister giving me the best blow job I'd ever had. She still kept gently squeezing my aching balls in her hands while moving up and down on my nearly exploding cannon with her hot mouth. 'That's a good little sister. You're getting me all clean inside and out. In and out ... in and out ... in and out,' I whispered over and over. Suddenly, I began to arch and stiffen, and I knew that in a second or two I would be shooting thick wads of my come into Susie's mouth, flooding her mouth and throat with hot, syrupy semen. 'G-g-good g-girl,' I stammered. My body stiffened and arched, unable to stand the ecstasy any longer, unable to ignore my little sister's tongue coiling and swirling around the head of my bursting prick as she pumped her head up and down over my slick prong, unable to cope with her capable fingers as they squeezed and massaged my big heavy balls.
"Little did Susie realize that she was coaxing the love juices from my balls. Little did she realize that she was urging my balls to release their store of thick, creamy come into her mouth. She seemed in a frenzy, now, to create some volcano of activity, to arrive at a stopping point, to reach the end of her efforts. It was as if she realized somewhere deep within her soul that she was doing the right thing. She knew I was trembling violently, that I was on the verge of something strange and terrible, yet she continued sucking away like a mad child on my bursting cock.
"Then all hell broke loose, as I felt the burning jellies deep in my organ begin to steam and flood towards the end of my dick. 'Oh, sis!' I choked, as the first blast of come exploded into her mouth. I saw her jerk her head in surprise as she felt the blast of hot liquid hit the back of her throat. But she didn't stop sucking away, and I almost passed out from the fantastic waves of pleasurable sensations which tore at my groin, sending little shivers of uncontrollable joy through my body. It seemed like an eternity as I stood there, shooting away, blasting wads of hot love-juice into her mouth and throat, listening to her little gasping, choking sounds as she valiantly struggled to swallow the torrents of sweet-salty come that exploded from my cock into her mouth. Finally, my dick stopped its nervous spasms and began to soften inside her mouth. With a final strong sucking movement of her tongue and mouth, she slowly pulled away from my cock. 'What was that salty-tasting jelly that came out of your sausage, Mike?' she asked innocently."
The above episode was the first in a series of sexual events in Susie's life. Susie, thirteen years old, and her brother Mike, seventeen, did not realize the long-range consequences of their being left alone for a week while their mother left town on a business trip. The two adolescents had no father, for he had died several years earlier from a heart attack.
Mike was sexually a very precocious child, and as a youngster had always been fascinated with sexual themes, such as "circle-jerks" and secret parties where young school girls were seduced and "educated" by older high-school boys. Mike also had never had a solid, close relationship with his father. It becomes increasingly evident, therefore, that Mike was suffering from a severe case of sexual repressions, particularly in the realm of homosexual urges. It was natural, from the standpoint of Mike's physical development, that his sexual urges be given some kind of outlet. And it is usually true that wherever we see a case of severe repression, we can also be on the lookout for some rather bizarre and unusual expressions later on.
The influence that the unconscious exerts on the behavior of an individual is, thanks to modern psychology, finally being understood in broader ways. Repressed material, crowded out of the conscious thoughts of an individual because of its painful and unattainable content, remains, nevertheless, in the unconscious. Sooner or later, this material rears its ugly head, so to speak, and screams for release in one form or another. The essence of the unconscious represents the primitive impulses that have been inhibited and sublimated in the development of the child. In his articulate book Basic Principles of Psychoanalysis, A. A. Brill discusses this mechanism under the chapter heading "The Cathartic Method," and I quote:
... The child is originally a primitive being-it is like a little animal-and as it gradually gives up the gross animal impulses, it represses them; we say they are pushed into the unconscious. We usually try to make a child do what it would not do if left by itself. There are primitive impulses in every child which have to be curbed from the very beginning and which may form points of crystallization for future repressions. An occurrence in one's life at the age of fifty, for instance, may be traced back to some childhood repression; there is always some subtle and intimate connection in our present emotional experience with something that occurred in the past.
And so it was in Mike's development. Having an extremely weak relationship with his father and mother, both of whom worked in separate careers, Mike was left alone most of the time. As a result, he did not successfully sublimate the animal impulses which festered insidiously in his psyche.
Mike was somewhat of a hero to his little sister Susie. She had run after him playfully through most of her life, and had, on many occasions, secretly watched him as he indulged in sexual play with various pets. Susie, at puberty, began to develop a strong sense of the importance of the male phallus, and she grew more and more fascinated with the various shapes and sizes of the animal penis. Her internalizing processes concerning the male and the male sex organ were drastically abnormal. Yet, the full impact of this distortion was not to be felt until Susie was in her twenties.
When Susie had finished high school, she tried finding her place in life in a variety of ways, and had come close, once, to death. Gradually, she began to throw herself into mysticism, religions of one kind or another, exotic and ancient rituals of the Orient, and astrology. Somehow, through the distorted visions and concepts of sexuality and love, and of the male phallus, she was finally persuaded by her brother, Mike, to join him in creating a new and vital religion, one that would allow her complete and free expression of her innermost dreams. It was only later discovered that Mike's motivation was purely monetary, and that he used Susie's thwarted sense of love and divinity in order to satisfy his own greedy desires and ambitions. Through Susie, Mike had found his way to wealth by duping innocent souls into contributing money to his secret "Temple of Universal Love." And poor Susie was given the supreme position of "High Pythia," whose divine duty it was to utter the words of a god while being ravaged by him, as you shall observe in just a few pages.
But, let us not get ahead of the development of this case history. Some further insights into the psychological and mythological distortions which so easily grew in Susie's mind will be offered. But first, if is important here to listen as Mike continues his story of what happened that night when he and Susie were left to themselves, alone except for their pet dog, a big red Irish setter named Butch.
"Later that evening, Susie and I watched TV until I couldn't stay awake any longer. I said good-night, kissed her sweetly on the forehead, and went on to bed. Just as I was drifting off to a sex orgy on some lonely Pacific island, I heard Susie sneaking into my room. I pretended to be asleep. The next thing I felt was a crash on my bed, as Susie jumped practically on top of me, almost knocking the shit outa me, causing me to fart loudly. At that Susie giggled hysterically. This really made me angry.
" 'You little devil!' I screamed. 'You're going to get it good for that, young lady!' I grabbed her and started pulling her pajamas off her wriggling little body. She squealed and struggled, trying to get away from me, but I flipped her over on her stomach and, pinning her down on the bed, pulled her pajamas down, exposing the pink firm curves of her buttocks. I caressed them gently with one hand, while holding her down with the other. She was giggling hysterically, writhing but unable to get away from the position I had her pinned in. 'That's okay, you can laugh all you want to, little sister,' I hissed menacingly. Then I started whacking her across the ass with my hand, hard. After a few whacks, her hysterical giggles began to change into cries of pain. Then she began screaming for mercy as I continued spanking her little ass. The flesh of her cheeks began to get crimson and hot, and she sobbed pitifully, writhing and squirming in an effort to get away from the strong slap of my hand against her burning buns.
"Spanking her hard like that, making her cry and beg for mercy, got me so horny that I stopped spanking her. I leaned down over her, still pinning her to the bed, and said, 'Stop crying now, sis. I'm through spanking you, if you promise to be a good girl and do what brother says. Okay?' She nodded her head, signifying that she understood. I slowly released her from my grip and lay back down on the bed next to her.
"A moment later she was in my arms, kissing me around the neck and face, her hot tears streaming from her cheeks into my mouth. She cried, 'Mike, I love you so much. I don't like it when you get mad at me. Will you teach me to be a good girl so I'll learn how to make you happy?' she sniffled.
" 'Yes, sis, I'll teach you to be my wonderful little girl, and we'll do a lot of interesting things together,' I whispered into her ear.
"I pulled her close against me and let my hands drift around and down her back, squeezing the firm round buttocks of her ass in my big hands. My cock stiffened quickly, pressing up against Susie's stomach.
" 'Ooh, look at your sausage, look how big it's getting again,' she squealed. 'It's big and hard just like it was in the bathtub today. Mike, what was all that jelly that came out of your sausage when I was washing it in my mouth?' she asked.
" 'Oh, that was my love cream, telling you how much I loved you, and how good it felt for my sausage to be inside your mouth,' I answered. 'And you know how to use your mouth real good when you do it, too. I want you to remember how you did it in the tub, especially how you curled your tongue around my sausage. Okay?' I said. 'Let's see if you can remember how you did it.'
"I guided her head down to my stiff prick under the sheet. I felt her moist lips lock hungrily onto my cock, felt the suction of her mouth increase until I thought she was going to inhale my dick down her throat. Then she relaxed a bit, letting her lips slide tauntingly up and down on my shaft, curling her tongue around my cock as she sucked, sliding it around with each stroke as her mouth went up and down over my throbbing organ. I pulled her around so that we were in a sixty-nine position, and while I felt her hot wet mouth sucking the hell out of my dick, I looked at the lips of her moist, tight cunt lips right before my mouth. I couldn't resist any longer.
"Flexing my tongue and getting it as hard and stiff as I could, I flicked the tip of it back and forth across the lips of her cunt. Then I eased it teasingly inside, felt around the inner side of her lips, and flickered the tip of my tongue against the little pimple-like bulge which I knew was her clitoris. As I rubbed on her clit with the tip of my tongue, Susie made a little groaning noise, and sucked even harder on my dong. Stiffening my tongue again, I found the entrance to her vagina and, centering carefully, thrust the stiff point of my tongue into her canal as hard and fast as I could. She shook violently, trying to get away from the dagger that had plunged itself into her, but I held her tightly, the grip of my arms surrounding her ass, pulling her quivering body harder against my face, forcing my tongue deeper and deeper into her virgin territory.
"I let one of my fingers ease into the crack of her ass, found her tight little anus, and began shoving my finger into it. She moaned and wriggled in little jerks, not knowing that she was being given her first real lesson in sex. Before the night was over, I'd have her cherry. I wanted to plunge my cock into my little sister's virgin cunt, make her scream with agonizing pleasure. She followed my cue and slipped one hand around my ass, eased a finger into position, then rammed it up my rectum as hard as she could. I nearly yelled with surprise. It would be only a matter of minutes before I shot my second load for the day deep into her throat.
"I wasn't sure if I wanted to unload in her mouth or in her cunt. But before I could make up my mind, Susie started trembling and shaking the whole bed In convulsive little spasms. My tongue was thrusting deeper and deeper into her vagina, and the muscles inside her pussy were squeezing my tongue in spastic little jerks. Her juices were really flowing now, and as she began jerking more and more violently, she also made gasping sounds and moans of tormenting pleasure. Then her legs stiffened and trembled violently, and I knew she was in the throes of her first gigantic orgasm. Juices from her virgin pussy ran out of her cunt lips, which were dancing in little jerks of uncontrolled pleasure. Her own mouth was still working over my big bulging hard on, and then, when she thrust her finger deeper into my rectum and squeezed my balls with her other hand, I couldn't contain myself any longer.
"With a long, loud groan, I buried my tongue as deep as I could into her vibrating cunt, sucking all her juices into my mouth, swallowing the sweet sticky liquids which oozed from her pink pussy lips. Then, my cock-head bulging like a fat balloon, I fired round after round of searing come into my little sister's mouth. My body was electrified with unbearable pleasure as little Susie sucked away on my ejaculating penis, swallowing the thick hot folds of semen that were propelled out of the bursting head of my cock, banging against the back of her throat, almost choking her as they flooded into her stomach. When it was finally over with, we lay exhausted. I wasn't sure then if I would have any energy left for busting her cherry. She still had her hymen stretched over the entrance of her vagina, this I knew, for it had prevented me from plunging my tongue all the way into her. With these thoughts I drifted off to sleep, little Susie still sucking gently on my limp and useless sausage.
"I must have slept for several hours. I woke up to soft strange sounds coming from somewhere next to my bed. I opened my eyes, and after they got adjusted to the light, I looked down and really got an eyeful of activity. Susie was lying on the rug next to the bed, and Butch, our big Irish setter, was licking and slurping away noisily, his nose buried deep into her pussy. He was really having a time. Apparently, so was Susie, for she was tense and tight, looking off into space with a fixed hypnotic stare. She was really suspended in bliss.
"Susie noticed me looking down at her, but it didn't seem to faze her one little bit. She was transfixed in a state of physical joy, and nothing else in the whole world mattered to her. Gently and slowly, I eased down on the floor beside her and softly put my lips to hers. Then I teased my tongue around the inside edge of her mouth, and she began to respond by flicking the end of her tongue against mine as it probed in and around her mouth. I let my tongue and mouth juices flow hotly into her mouth. She swallowed them down with little sighs of pleasure, little groans of ecstasy, and I began rubbing her little round breasts with my hands, squeezing them gently. All the while, Butch was lapping crazily into her cunt, his mouth-spit drooling warmly onto her crotch and oozing down into the crack between her thighs.
"Gently, I lifted her up onto the bed. She was still in a daze and made no resistance. She was ready for anything, and I felt now was the time to do whatever I wanted to do. I put some spit on the end of my throbbing cock, getting it all slick and slimy. Then, laying Susie on her back, I lifted both her legs up high over my shoulders and lowered my mouth hotly over the tight little pucker of her ass-hole. Running my tongue around the little rim, I got it all slicked up with my spit. Then I darted my tongue into her pulsating sphincter and felt her muscles squeeze around the tip of my tongue. Slowly, her little anus began to relax, and my tongue slipped easily into her damp ass-hole.
"Her ass-hole was very loose and relaxed now, and I got a delicious idea. Even thinking about it makes me so horny I don't think I can live happily without trying it again sometime. I decided to fuck my sister in the ass, if I could just get it into her. My head was pretty big, to say nothing of the shaft of my cock. I had second thoughts about it, fearing I might hurt her. But I decided to try it anyway, vowing to stop if she cried out in pain.
"I lay down on the bed on my back and lifted Susie up and over my hips until the rim of her juicy ass-hole was centered directly over the head of my cock. Then I began to let her down very slowly, Very slowly until I could feel the muscles around her ass stretch, getting ready to swallow the head of my hammer. Suddenly, Susie winced with a little stab of pain, but the worst was over as my bulging head slid easily inside her ass-hole. It amazes me how much an ass can stretch when you go about it in the right way. The main thing to keep in mind is to go as slowly as you can, and make sure you have plenty of lubrication. These two simple but all-important rules never fail in allowing the biggest cock to enter the tightest ass.
"When my shaft had plunged up into Susie's hot and tightly stretched rectum, she lay back down on top of my stomach, facing the ceiling with her fixed stare. I reached out my hands and rubbed and caressed her all over her body, her breasts, her face. I let her suck on the thumb of one hand, while with the other I began probing a finger into her slimy, sticky virgin cunt. I felt the tight hymen, her cherry, stop the journey of my finger. I jabbed against it, gently at first, then harder and harder, but to no avail. Susie was writhing on top of me, and I knew I needed to get through her cherry if she was to know the glory of her entire sexuality.
"Without warning, Butch suddenly jumped up on the bed and started lapping deeply into Susie's crotch, lapping up the young virginal juices that were flowing from her opening. My hand was slimy with her juices, and my stiffened cock was bulging inside her ass-hole. I didn't know how much longer I could hold off shooting my wad into her ass, but it wouldn't be long now. Then, as if by instinct, Butch straddled Susie's arching body, and, guessing what he had in mind, I reached down and grabbed his big Irish cock in my hand. It was protruding six inches outside its furry sheath, and no telling how much more of it was hidden inside its holster. I carefully guided Butch's big projectile into position, and let it slip into Susie's wet, dripping pussy. As soon as he realized that he was inside her quivering lips, he made a sudden quick lurch forward, shoving his dog cock hard and deep into Susie's vagina. She screamed bloody murder, her eyes glaring wildly, as Butch hunched again and again, thrusting his sex-spear in and out of her crotch. I felt a warm gushing flood over my balls, and then I realized that Butch had broken through Susie's cherry.
"I confirmed this by running my finger under Susie's ass, then bringing it up close to my face. It was red. I knew for sure that Susie had just lost her virginity. With a dog, of all things. Susie, breathing heavily and writhing on top of me, was getting ready for her second wave of ecstasy. I could tell by observing Butch that he was nearing his ejaculation, for his stare became blank and confused, his body arched and stiffened like a dragon's, and with little yelps he hunched in and out of Susie's foaming cunt like a maniac.
"Then I began to feel the surging fluids in my cock begin to scream for the head of my prick, and I punched and jabbed my big cock deeper and deeper into my sister's rectum. The friction of this activity inside her ass made my cock red-hot, and she wriggled on it like a speared rabbit. Her legs flailed and kicked wildly at the ceiling as Butch kept hunching faster and faster like a demon, hammering his huge slick rod ever deeper into Susie's pussy. Then, we all began shooting our loads at the same time. Susie arched her back and screamed, and I had to hold her arms down so she wouldn't accidentally hit Butch in the face. Butch was fucking her virgin pussy for all it was worth, and my own dick was spewing thick loads of hot come up her ass. Susie screamed again, and then Butch fell forward on top of her, quivering like a fucked chicken as he exploded his hot dog-jams deep into her burning innards. Susie was gasping, trying to scream, trying to express the tremendous agonizing rapture she was feeling, as she gave her body completely to her two captors!
"As Butch and I came to the end of our incredible ejaculations, and had fired the last of our boiling creams into Susie, the three of us came to a gradual rest, and finally collapsed in a furry, moist heap upon the bed."
It is now believed and understood by many modern psychologists that Carl Gustav Jung was able to unify man's relationship to his universe more than any other psychologist. In his all-important book, Man and His Symbols, Jung summarizes the basic meaning of his writing and thinking, and offers to the general reader some startling insights into the nature of man's mind. Jung was fascinated by the dreams which all men have, but he was more than fascinated when he realized that many different men, from all parts of the world, from all kinds of cultures and backgrounds, frequently dreamed the same kinds of dreams.
Jung leaped upon this knowledge, realizing that it pointed the way to probe deeper and deeper into the bottomless well of man's psyche. He realized that man could achieve wholeness only through a knowledge and acceptance of his unconscious-a knowledge that could be acquired through man's dreams and man's symbols. We can apply, to a great extent, the concepts of Jung in understanding the forces which brought Mike and Susie to their bizarre situation.
Just as the human body represents a whole museum of organs, each with a long evolutionary history behind it, the mind also represents the biological, prehistoric, and unconscious development of the psyche in archaic man, whose functioning was, for many years, still close to that of the animal. This very old collection of primordial material is still present in man today, and, regardless of the veneers of our culture, man is still basically an animal. It is out of this deep stratum of content that various symbols leap into our consciousness, making us appear quite foolish, even when we think we are behaving in a "civilized" way.
The symbols and images which arise in man's art, culture, mythology, religion, and dreams are nothing more than the representations of the archaic contents buried deep in man's mind, hidden in his unconscious. Hidden though they may be, these ancient contents nevertheless continue to control our reactions, our emotions, our intellect, even when we do not realize that we are being so controlled.
Jung tells us that "man's unconscious archetypal images are as instinctive as the ability of geese to migrate in formation; as ants' forming organized societies; as bees' tail-wagging dance that communicates to the hive the exact location of a food source." It is little wonder that man's intellect is unable to comprehend the primordial fantasies which surprise or disturb him from time to time. They are an instinctive trend, as marked as the impulse of birds to build nests, or ants to form organized colonies.
I shall mention a few examples showing how our ancient history governs our feelings and attitudes. In Great Britain, little children believe that it is lucky to see a white horse, which is a well-known symbol of life. Among the Celts, there was a belief in Epona, goddess of creativity who was often personified as a white mare. In ancient Greece, the myth of Circe taught that she turned men into swine, and, for centuries, man has personified lust and bestiality in the form of a pig. The doe or fawn has long been an image of shy femininity, appearing in this guise in paintings, poetry, and sculpture throughout man's history.
Man has a deep subconscious desire to relate more closely with nature, with his cousins the animals. Mythology and religion are rich with allusions of man's spiritual, physical, emotional, and sexual ties with the animal world. There is no denying that all of us, from time to time, experience feelings of love, attraction, tenderness, affection, and even lust for animals, in the same way that we regard animals, at other times, with revulsion, fear, disgust, and hate. We do indeed react emotionally towards animals. And, not surprisingly, they react emotionally towards us.
Getting back to Mike and Susie.
Mike is undergoing therapy. There is reason to believe that Mike will someday be able to reenter his society and lead a normal life. Because of lack of family ties, and scarcity of good parental relations and guidance, Mike had been left alone to develop a strong sense of self-importance. To put it mildly, he had grown into a neurotic and extremely egocentric personality, and was unable to relate easily and normally with anyone, even his little sister. We tan find quick evidence of his inability to project in a healthy manner when we recall his
"raping" the young homosexual in the shower room of the high-school gym.
Mike was extremely drawn, compulsively, to bestial behavior and sexual contact with various pets throughout his life. No doubt this urge to release himself in this manner was partly a result of his not having learned inhibitory mechanisms through association with his parents, friends, peer groups, etc. At a critical moment, almost as if by chance, Mike's mother must leave the two children at home for a week by themselves. Mike is flattered by his own good looks, falsely supporting his image of himself. Then he is further flattered and led into seductive behavior when his younger sister, Susie, intrudes upon his narcissistic and erotic bath.
Enter little Susie, providing Mike with the opportunity he so deeply and unconsciously yearned for. Here was his chance to bring his childhood fantasies alive, to make dream into reality. Thus it was that he so "innocently," without guilt, led his little sister into a sexual episode which was to taint her impressions of love and sexuality for the rest of her life.
Susie is now in a mental ward of a hospital, and making progress under careful and sympathetic treatment. She was guided by her brother into a world of religious and mystical fantasy which involved bestial activity of a rather dangerous kind. Susie had always looked up to her older brother when she was but a baby. They had always gotten along well together, for there had been no rivalry between them. She had always tagged along after her brother, sometimes making him irritated, but never to any great extent. Often, while she hid behind a door or under a bush, she had been able to watch him "play" with his pets, fondling their genitals, loving them.
No doubt, these early observations had a great impact on Susie's development. At puberty, she developed a crush for her older brother, as many little sisters often do. This crush, as we shall see, took a bizarre twist, and plunged her into a neurotic dependency on Mike after they had their first sexual contact. We saw how Susie, young and innocent, hungry for attention and love, was easily led into sexual activity with the dog, Butch.
After this initial episode, Susie became more and more withdrawn, trying to loose her conflicting emotions of guilt and sin, love and amorality, by throwing herself headlong into mysticism, exotic cults, astrology, and the like. And her brother, Mike, himself having grown strangely and incestuously attached to Susie, continued to "guide" his sister towards the brink of madness, although from his view he was "helping" her, Mike, who grew more handsome with every passing year, continued to remain a kind of hero for Susie. After she graduated from high school, Susie, as has already been indicated, tried to find herself, tried to find meaning for herself in life, by getting involved in mysticism, occult practices, etc. It was therefore quite easy for Mike to persuade her to join him in establishing "a new religion" on the West Coast, "a religion of love."
They found an abandoned church, redecorated it, modified the interior, and called it "The Temple of Universal Love." Mike appointed himself the High Priest, or Oracle. Susie was anointed the Holy Pythia, the one who "united with god, received his message," and "spoke his word from her mouth." They so frightened their first congregation, however, that the "temple" was raided during one of the unions between Susie and "god." It is not difficult to understand how Susie could cope with this highly charged drama of emotion and sexuality, for she had already had exposure into the world of bestiality when she was much younger.
The following pages tell the story of "the wedding between Susie and god." We can perhaps feel the urgency of the moment, and understand with compassion the psychotic need in Susie for love. Let us read this stirring document, told in her own words.
"Dressed in the holy wedding robes of The Temple of Universal Love, I signaled to Mike, the High Priest and Oracle, that I was ready to become god's bride. The lights in the church dimmed as mystical tones rose softly and strangely from behind the golden altar. I slipped through the long velvet curtains and stood still for a moment, quietly looking out over the .hushed audience. A fragrance of exotic incense filled the hall, and everyone was deadly silent. Trembling with anticipation and eerie excitement, I waited to give myself to god.
"At the low vibrant sound of a gong, I slowly, regally, descended the steep steps which rose majestically behind the altar of universal love, descended to the altar-bed upon which I was to give myself to god. Mike removed the robes from my body and helped me onto the altar. As I lay face up on the golden slab, Mike began his chanting prayer. Then I began to feel the effects of the potion I had drunk a few moments before. My head reeled and spun, my heart pounded faster, and the aroma of incense burned deep into my lungs. As I began to drift into a state of semi-consciousness, I dreamed that I was dying, searching for god, waiting for his love to enter my being. The lights of the temple dimmed even more, and I felt as though I were flying in a void, floating through the vastness of god's spirit. I longed for his love, I craved to feel the force of his love enter me.
"Engulfed now in nearly total darkness, except for the golden light of the altar, I lay naked and helpless on the altarpiece. I vaguely remember Mike leading a shaggy animal from the shadows surrounding me. Then my mind lurched as I saw him bring a frighteningly large he-goat towards the slab upon which I was lying. My heart pounded and my mind burned with the sudden realization of what was about to happen. Weakly, I tried to lift my head, to raise myself from the altar of love, to escape, but I could not even lift my limbs. I was almost totally paralyzed, yet I could feel and hear everything. Every fiber in my body shrieked and screamed as the awesome figure of god approached the altar.
"Mike guided the enormous he-goat to the front of the altar. Now, in the golden candlelight of the temple, I saw the unusually large horns on god's head. I saw the wild and sensual glare in god's eyes as he mounted the altar and stood over me, breathing his hot moist breath into my face, pawing my breasts with his hooves. I must have passed out for a moment.
"I heard another loud crash of the gong, then somehow everything began to happen. I was suffocating under the great shaggy hair of god's hulking body, and I could feel his presence trembling above my breasts and stomach and thighs. I wanted release, I hungered for god's love with a sudden rush of passion rippling through my body. I wanted my spirit to accept his power willingly, and my fear began to leave me. My soul cried for the power and glory and fullness of god's love.
"All at once, my prayers were answered. God fell to me sensually, forcing his great love into me. I began to feel alive, vibrantly alive with indescribable delight, but so violent, so terrible---
YES, IT WAS GOD! IT WAS HE WHO FILLED ME! There was no doubt! Even though I was delirious and mad with the wildness of his spirit, I was certain it was he who filled me. I felt it deep within my being, as he kept filling me utterly with himself, with his rapture, with the incredible POWER of his love. The universe was exploding, and I was exploding with it.
"I could feel his enormous love swelling inside me, stretching my being to the very limits of comprehension. He was with me and in me completely, engulfing me totally, plunging his divine, fearsome greatness into the depths of my bosom, shattering my senses, tearing my mortal flesh, fusing my existence with his immense and rapturous essence.
"Opening my eyes, I saw through my tears the terrible face of god: the curl of the enormous horns jutting from his forehead; the flaring, steaming nostrils which forced his heavy breath into my lungs; the wide, glaring red eyes which burned into me with passion. I understood the smile of god, as he flooded my face with the divine drool of his awesome mouth. As I consumed god's goodness, so was I consumed by it.
"I screamed in ecstasy from the force of god's love as he ravaged my soul and body upon the golden altar of his temple, inspiring me with the staff of his love I knew that I was completely possessed by god. My sensations of pain and joy and pleasure grew and mounted to fever pitch, then became more and more violent, overpowering.
"God's love was breaking all bounds, breaking me, and his force began to hurt me immeasurably. Had god become demented? Had he become the devil? Did he wish to destroy me with his love? No! It could not be! He would not hurt me so cruelly. And yet. ... I heard screams. ... Were they mine? I do not know. I only know that I was stretched and bursting with his love! Did he not realize? I was insane with the pain of his love, and I wondered how much more of his love could enter me, as I writhed and shrieked incoherently on his altar. 'God, God!' I screamed, as I looked up into his bearded face, into his glaring wild eyes. I saw again the huge horns jutting from his huge head. I breathed the wild exotic aromas which exuded hotly from his nostrils.
"I lost my mind over god's enormous love, and began to hiss and shriek insanely, loudly. Strange words and sounds began to issue forth from my throat and mouth, and sometimes I heard someone scream loudly. The strange, incoherent words and unearthly sounds continued bubbling from my mouth. It was not I who was speaking. It was he! God's words issued from my lips! His message hissed and shrieked from my gaping, foaming mouth. I was no longer myself, no longer mortal. I was nothing, yet I was everything. I was empty of everything except god."
Both Susie and Mike are being treated for their psychoses, and may return someday to a normal way of life in this society. Amazing techniques are being discovered every day which help the sick and lame of mind to cope with reality. However, we must not be too hasty in judging or condemning those among us who behave in strange ways. For it is out of man's dreams that man's genius awakens, and we begin to see that there may be some relation between madness and art.
CONCLUSION
You have just read five case histories of bestial behavior in man. It is hoped that the exposure to this information will have, in some way, given you a greater insight into man's nature, and therefore, into your own nature. We must not be too hasty to criticize a man for his expressions of love, no matter how bizarre, for all of us contain the germ of longing which draws us strongly towards a closer fusion with our universe.
In the words of the great naturalist and philosopher, Henry David Thoreau, taken from his classic story of living in the wilderness entitled Walden:
Once or twice, while I lived at the pond, I found myself ranging the woods, like a half-starved hound, with a strange abandonment, seeking some kind of venison which I might devour, and no morsel could have been too savage for me. The wildest scenes had become unaccountably familiar. I found in myself, and still find, an instinct toward a higher, or as it is named, spiritual life, as do most men, and another toward a primitive rank and savage one, and I reverence them both. I love the wild not less than the good.
We can take much to heart from these words. Man must accept that he is an animal, completely and irrevocably. An animal with animal impulses, instincts, desires, sexual urges, and needs. Lurking deep within man's psyche, deep within the dark caves of his collective unconscious, are the primitive and very real forces which are a natural part of his history. Man has a natural tendency toward loving himself and loving his environment. Yet, it is out of his foolish fears and perplexing prejudices that man teaches himself and his children to wage war, to hide in fear, to repress his natural inclinations, to avoid rather than fulfill his dreams.
It has been shown that man is fascinated with animals, and man is fascinated with himself in relation to animals. In his dreams and fantasies, his myths and legends, his religions and rituals, cultures and creations, man symbolically expresses his undeniable connectedness and relation with all of the other forces in his environment and his inner nature, a relationship which must include every small and great part of his need to fulfill himself, to find wholeness and freedom, to discover within himself, and without, the road to a happy marriage with his universe.
And if one views the paths man treads, one will accept the fact that man is mad in his search for sanity.
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