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GENERAL INTRODUCTION

The Harding File has always been dedicated to the pursuit of truth, making it the most candid, no-holds-barred series of its kind.

In this series of case studies of women who engage in sexual activities with animals, The New Harding File is going further than it ever has before in bringing the reader an accurate, uncensored overview of an increasingly prevalent sexual taboo.

The women who agreed to have their private interviews with the doctor recorded in these pages are not unusual in their backgrounds, their appearances, or their goals and aspirations from other women.

However, their insatiable craving for animal sex sets them apart.

Betty R., a housewife, turned to her dog for sexual release and affection when her husband's continued absence from the home threatened to break up her marriage.

Sue F. was reared in farming country; she has her most satisfying sexual encounters with barnyard animals.

Caryl L. is a lesbian. Her female lover introduced her to not only woman-to-woman sex, but to animal-to- woman sex as well.

Mindy M. did not seek out the Harding research team. She was contacted because as a prominent member of the New York punk rock scene, her affection for snakes and other exotic animals is well known. The Harding research team was correct in their assumption that her 'affection' stems from a perverse sexual craving.

Possibly Shelly W. is the most 'normal' of women in these pages. Her sexual history regarding her need for intercourse with dogs was, in a manner of speaking, sanctioned by her family.

CASE HISTORY ONE

SUBJECT: BETTY R. AGE: TWENTY-SEVEN

INTERVIEW ONE

Betty displayed a number of the characteristic signs of what is known as "housewife syndrome" when she entered the office for the first time. Her pretty, oval face was pale, and worry lines were just beginning to creep around her big, brown eyes. She gripped her slender hands in her lap when she spoke, and her plain, cotton dress was matronly, although it was difficult for even that plain garment to obscure the plump, rounded curves of her body.

When Mark bought a German shepherd puppy for me, he did it out of love for me, I just know it. He wanted the dog to protect me when he was at sea, and instead I have betrayed him by fucking that dog! I'm so ashamed!

I find this a little difficult to talk about. You see, I was raised to believe that sex was dirty, and that's probably why I turned to Bruno, because I was too ashamed to look around for sex with men other than my husband when it became so obvious that I was going to go crazy if I didn't have sex soon.

Somehow, it didn't seem that I was cheating on Mark by letting Bruno, the shepherd, lick my cunt.

But, soon, it wasn't too far to go to let him hump his hot long dick against me, and I felt sorry for him, so I would touch it and make him come, so that he wouldn't feel all pent up inside, the way I had.

Then, it seemed perfectly natural at the time to let him climb up on my back, the way I had seen him do to other dogs, the bitches in the neighborhood. Then his doggie cock would be inside me and I would fuck it.

Afterwards, I always feel remorse, and I cry and cry and cry.

But when he's screwing me, I feel just wonderful, and I come and come and come.

I'm very confused. (Here in the taped interview, Betty broke down into sobs, and the interviewer let the woman cry until she had no more tears left to spend. She was then urged to begin at the beginning, and tell her story from the time of her marriage to Mark to the present.)

Excuse me. I'm sorry that I broke up like that. Now, let me see.

Mark and I were married when I was seventeen, and a virgin.

I guess you want to know all about our sex life, right from the beginning?

Well, I was a virgin the day we got married.

Oh, sure, we had fooled around a little before hand. I think I let Mark get his hands inside my panties and play with my cunt a few times before the ceremony, and I had marveled at the hard, thick swelling inside his trousers many times. But it never went further, at my request.

You see, I was raised in the Midwest and taught that sex was for after the marriage, and even then it was making babies, not for having fun.

I had to discover orgasms for myself, using my hairbrush in my little hole and playing with my clitty. No one ever told me about it.

I guess that I refused to let Mark fuck me before we got married because I was scared.

Not scared of having a baby or getting sick though, although that's what my parents worried about.

I knew even before I got fucked for the first time that once I started, I would never be able to stop once I felt a cock up my pussy.

A girl can tell if she's "hot" at an early age, and I've always felt that some of the coldest women around are really trying to hold back their strong sex drives, and they end up going too far in keeping a lid on their twats.

Anyway, the first time we fucked, when Mark got me to the hotel and gingerly pulled off all my clothes and laid me out, naked and panting, on the bed, and then pulled off his clothes, and showed me his big, hot cock, well, the first time he fucked me, I went to heaven.

Not that it didn't hurt a little. It did. But pretty soon after he got his cock head into my hole, and my hymen stretched and broke, and I felt my cunt walls getting pushed around and aching with hot blood and cunt juices and the stroking of cock meat, well, I forgot the pain in the midst of all the pleasure. I got married kind of early, I guess, but it was important to me. So many girls are raised to grow up and get married, and when Mark asked me to marry him, even though I knew fully well that he wanted a career as a merchant seaman, I jumped at the chance. He was so handsome, and I had dreams of me, in our little love nest, waiting patiently for him to come from the sea.

I thought it would be a sweet dream. Instead, it turned out to be a sexual nightmare.

Not at first. He went to sea about a month after we got married. I think at that point, my cunt was chaffed and sore from all the fucking that we had done in those first weeks. I came so much, and I loved him and his peter so much.

The two months that he was away seemed like an eternity. I was fully opened at that time, for Mark had fucked each of my holes, my cunt and my mouth and my ass, but I was still rather innocent, living in that small town in the middle of nowhere. I was even too embarrassed to mention to Mark in my love letters to him that I jerked off every night that he was away, using my fingers, or a candle, or a cucumber, or whatever came to hand - and cunt.

Now, I was a fairly attractive girl - I still am, I think - and as soon as Mark left town, I found that a lot of guys I had known in high school were still trying to make me.

I was shocked when friends of Mark and even the man at the insurance company where I worked as a secretary started making passes at me. My boss even got me cornered in his The near rape had really broken my spirit, and I guess you've realized by now that I cry a lot when I'm nervous , like when I started to tell you about fucking with Bruno.

Well, it was hard for me to tell Mark all the details of what happened at the office. I was a young wife, and I didn't want to say to my husband: 'Yesterday afternoon Mr. Dringle put my hand around his dick and tore open my blouse and started to rub his face all over my tits.'

I didn't want Mark to know that another man had touched my cunt, even though it hadn't been with my consent.

So, I tried as simply as I could about what had happened, just sort of mentioning that old man Dringle had made a 'suggestion' to me that we get together some time.

Well. Mark hit the roof.

'You're not going back there! Call them and tell them you quit! I never wanted you to work anyway. I make enough money to support us in style! You're not going back there!"

I suspect that's what I wanted to hear him say, and I flung my arms around my handsome, strong husband's neck and we fucked all night.

The next day when I woke up, my pussy still sore and dripping with sticky sperm, Mark was out of the house and gone.

I made breakfast, figuring he had some business in town, and sure enough he returned a few minutes later, with a ball of fluff that was squirming and whimpering and curling around in his arms.

Mark carefully placed the German shepherd puppy on the floor, and the little fellow scampered right over to me, sniffing at my feet and wagging his tail and trying to coax me to give him some breakfast, too.

I looked to Mark for an explanation, and he smiled when he saw the excitement in my eyes.

He knew that I had always wanted a dog, but that my folks never let me have one.

'This is our house, Betty,' he told me, 'and if I want my little wife protected by all those pussy-crazy bastards out there, what better way that with a dog? Do you like him?'

'Like him!?' I cried as I watched the small, scampering puffball devouring a plateful of eggs in no time flat. 'I love him!'

At the time, the irony of my comment went unnoticed, of course, and it wasn't until Bruno was fully grown at my, ah, sexual relationship with him developed.

That's getting ahead of my story, though.

Mark's trips to sea were always traumatic for me. I missed him so much. And I've discovered that when I don't get enough sex, I get nervous and cranky and depressed, too.

And if I didn't get Mark's hot cock in my pussy every day, as far as I was concerned, I wasn't getting enough sex!

I jerked off a lot, and now that I wasn't working, 1 had even more time to devote to my cunt and making it happy. I would, on a typical day, to the local 'Y' and swim for an hour, and then work out a while, take a shower and go shopping if I had to. After that, the day was easily turned over to my sexual fantasies and cunt-games, as I referred to them in my mind.

The only one who knew about my constant jerking off was little Bruno, who soon grew up to be big Bruno.

At first, I would never let the puppy be in the room if I was taking off my clothes with the intent of lying down on the bed and giving myself a good wank.

It embarrassed me to think of that puppy who, even though he had no way of understanding what was going on, was so innocent, looking up at me and watching me rub my fingers all over my clit, or shoving a squash into my slash.

But, as my first year of marriage came to a close and Mark was going away on longer and longer voyages, needing to make more money now that he was supporting both of us, I began to forget about my early embarrassment.

Bruno was tagging after me all the time anyway, my canine bodyguard, and before long I was quite comfortable letting him sleep on the floor of the bedroom while I ran my long fingers into the slit between my legs, jerking myself off for hours.

Not that I thought consciously through these things. It's just now, now that I'm talking to you about my problem with the dog, that I'm harking back to the way my mind was working at the time.

My mind wasn't working too well for a couple of reasons, not just because I was jerking off all the time.

I was beginning to get the impression that Mark was as lonely as I was when he went to sea. He wasn't as horny anymore when he came home, the way he had been at first, not being able to wait to fuck me when he walked through the door after finishing a sea journey.

I got the feeling that some other woman was getting his come in her pussy.

Besides that, he wasn't as, well, nice as he had been. After a couple of drinks, he would get all quiet and brooding, and his handsome face would go all dark and mean looking when I carefully suggested that we go to bed I think he thought that I was suggesting that he was drinking too much, and I guess I was, but I was only trying to help him. But he didn't see it that way, and when we finally would get to bed, it would' take forever for his cock to get hard, IF it would stand up at all!

The booze and whatever else - or whoever else - were making it hard for him to get hard, but unfortunately Mark didn't see it that way.

He took it out on me.

The first time he hit me I couldn't believe it!

I was lying on the bed in a sheer nightgown, and I had the thing pulled up to my waist as Mark straddled my face. I was unsuccessfully trying to suck his dong to erection as he faced my twat.

I had my fingers between my legs, pulling at my twat lips to show him how wet and juicy and big I was inside.

I thought it would turn him on, but instead it made him angry.

'Stop showing off your pussy!' he screamed after I had been chewing and sucking and nibbling at his long, soft cock for over a quarter of an hour. 'Just because YOU can't get enough cock doesn't mean you have to shove my face in the fact...'

His words, slurred by the three brandies and whiskeys he had drunk earlier that evening, tangled into an inarticulate blur as he snarled at me and landed a blow to my leg, right at the place where my thigh meets my belly.

I screamed, but with his hot, strong legs pressed around my head, all I could do was flail and yell as he landed blow after blow to my legs and cunt and tits.

He wasn't hitting me too hard, half because he was drunk and half because he must have known he was slapping and punching me out of sheer frustration at his own cock, but I was plenty scared.

Bruno heard my screams and came bounding into the room.

The dog wasn't really used to Mark, he saw his master so infrequently, and when he saw this bastard hitting me, he went crazy, snarling and snapping at Mark's bare ass and legs.

My husband jumped off the bed, off of my sobbing, bruised body, and kicked out at the dog.

Bruno growled and lunged for Mark, and I think he would have torn Mark's throat out if I hadn't grabbed him.

At my command, Bruno went quiet, sitting protectively at my feet as I stood there, my gown torn off my big tits and my thighs aching with the punches, and my cunt tense and wet with suppressed and thwarted lust.

'Thanks, thanks for nothing!' Mark sneered as he grabbed his clothes and pulled them on. 'You and that dog make quite a pair; he looks out after you better than I do!'

Mark might have even been crying as he slammed the door to the house and went out into the night.

At that moment, I didn't care.

I was too hurt and too angry and too... too... confused to do anything but fall face down onto the bed and start to sob.

I cried for ages, my head and my body and my cunt spasming with pain and sadness.

I felt a bump and whimper, and I lifted my head to see that Bruno had climbed up onto the bed, and he was whimpering, pushing his big nose down into my face, trying to find out what was wrong with his mistress.

I put my arms around the dog's strong neck and sobbed all the harder.

I felt so alone, and Bruno seemed like my only friend and protector in the whole cruel world.

The big dog lay down beside me, and I cried like a little girl into his soft, deep fur.

After a while, it seemed that my now dry eyes had no more tears to give. I was sure that Mark wouldn't be back that night; he was too proud to humble himself so soon.

I rolled over onto my back, panting and breathing through my mouth as I tried to compose myself.

Sitting up, I pulled the remnants of my nightgown off and studied the damage.

I wasn't too badly bruised; there were a few red marks around my tits where Mark had grabbed a handful of the soft, erogenous flesh and squeezed until I thought my nipples would pop off, but that was the worst of it.

I felt fairly calm, except for the moistness in my twat.

I had been terribly turned on before Mark lashed out at me, and the wetness still clung to flesh between my legs. The clitty was a little tender from the amount of rubbing I had been giving it in an effort to turn him on, and I had been holding back all that time, not wanting to come when my poor husband couldn't even get hard.

Now, my cunt was begging for release, and I gently touched the throbbing bud of my clit button.

Oblivious to everything, I sought to soothe the fire there, and I began to stroke the hard little shaft between two pinching fingers as I used a finger from my other hand to tap at the button head.

My moan woke the dog who had fallen asleep beside me.

At this point I had lain down again, so that I could have better access to my cunt hole, pushing two fingers up into the slot.

I was on my back, with my knees bent and my thighs parted as I worked both hands into the steamy valley beneath my belly.

I was vaguely aware of Bruno shifting his weight around on the bed, and I opened my eyes when a soft exhalation of moist breath on my wobbling tits caressed my flesh.

The dog was peering down at me, wondering what was making me moan.

His concern made me smile, but I was too close to coming to push him away and I simply closed my eyes again, letting my head fall back on the bed.

I was just partly aware of the dog moving around on the bed. I knew in the back of my mind that the animal had its nose very close my curly cunt mound, but I didn't care. I was too turned on to push him away when I felt the cold tip of his nose bump into my thigh.

I guess I was still too innocent to really understand where my prurient nature was leading me.

I didn't stop to think that an animal would know what was going on, or that, in fact, Bruno was a more sexual beast, for he had never been taught guilt or shame, than a man was.

My cunt was juicy as hell, and I was pulling the lips wide apart, letting the liquids slip out of my hole and trickle into the crease of my ass cheeks.

My clit was popping up out of its little hood. It was rigid and pointing straight out, aching for Mark's tongue.

Instead, I had to satisfy myself with my own finger.

It seemed so unfair, and I was so lonely and horny, and I guess I was concentrating so much on my own problems and sexual hunger that it was about a second or two after Bruno actually had his doggy head between legs, sniffing my fragrant slash, that I realized what was going on.

With a start, I registered the cold touch of his muzzle on my labia and then the hot, soft slash of his tongue across my clit.

I was horrified!

If the tongue hadn't felt so good, if I hadn't been so hot to come, I would have pushed the inquisitive dog's face away.

Instead, I heard myself saying: 'Come on, Bruno! Lick mommy's cunt just there, just where I'm touching it! Lick my cunt, Bruno! Lick it, doggie!'

INTERVIEW TWO At the end of her first interview, Betty was fairly shaken up, she told us. Although the interviewer did not yet know the full details of her sexual encounters with the dog, Bruno, it was suggested to her that she would have an easier time if she would work on feeling less guilt about her relationship with a dog. Then, once she was able to engage in intercourse and oral-genital activity with the beast more freely and happily, she would be in a better position to decide whether or not she needed or wanted to stop her strange animal cravings.

On her second visit, Betty looked remarkably happier and she was dressed in a manner that showed off her full, sexy figure. In high heels and black stockings and a becomingly clingy dress, she looked more like a mistress on her way to meet her rich lover than a woman who had just engaged in sex with a German shepherd.

I don't know where to begin today. I want you to know that I took your advice, and well, I guess I'll just continue where I left off, okay, and come up to that.

Well, I can't tell you what it was like that time, looking down over my belly and between my lees and seeing that big dog hunched between my legs, his snout pushing between the pads of my sex!

The shock and the obscenity of it hit me second, though.

My first response, in all truth of the matter, was incredible arousal.

My cunt had been aching for so long, and when that broad, rough tongue slapped down over my clit and lapped up a tongueful of cunt juices all I could do was croon to the dog to keep it up!

I watched in amazement as the dog began, expertly it seemed, to perform cunnilingus on me.

His tongue was huge, and it started at the bottom of my slit, just about where my cunt flesh stretches down to meet the fold between my ass cheeks, and then with one long swipe of his tongue, he could come up over my hole, making my cunt lips flutter and throb, picking up a dollop of hot juices, and then end up on my clit, seeming to pause over the hot, pointy button before he withdrew his tongue.

I couldn't believe the way he seemed to savor the fluids that were seeping out of me, as if my gash were more delicious than steak to him!

'Oooooh,' I kept groaning, tossing my head back and forth. I wanted him to stop, because it was wrong, so wrong that I couldn't even begin to understand the guilt that was involved.

But I was too weak and too aroused to push away the tongue that was giving me so much pleasure.

All I wanted was to come!

I thrashed my head back and forth, clutching at my arms and boobs in my agonizing indecision.

But the next moment, I realized that I was really caressing my tits, tweaking at the hard tips of my nipples as I watched in fascination the hot, long tongue that was sawing back and forth over my slash.

'Yes,' 1 heard my own voice crying out as I began to thrash my hips up and down, back and forth, anything to get my clit into closer and longer contact with that hot, broad lapper.

'Yes, lick it! Make me come!'

I had never been able to say words like that to Mark; too scared and shy, I guess. But with a dog, well, it seemed to me that I could say what I liked, and I knew deep in my gut that those hot, dirty words would make me come all the harder.

'Yeah, suck it! Lick my clit! Oooh, get into my slot!' I cried over and over.

My nipples were hard like diamonds, and I dropped my aching titties and got my hands down between my legs, to help the beast tongue me better.

I pushed my hands between my legs and quickly pulled the fat flaps of my cunt apart, urging the dog with jerks of my hips to get his nose right into the middle of my pussy, to lick the place where all the juices he craved were flowing out.

1 closed my eyes, lying back and concentrating on the way his tongue was making me feel as it curled and worried my pussy entrance, that juicy little gumdrop nose of his prodding my clit every time he slipped his tongue against my hole.

I refused to think about the fact that the tongue that was pleasuring me, quelling the ache in my womb, belonged to my dog.

When I came, my fingers digging into the slick, oily petals of my cunt, and my pussy squishing with ^ saliva and sex juices, I realized with a sudden jolt that the tongue playing in gash belonged to the dog.

And I didn't care!

I had wanted to come, and 1 had, wonderfully, totally unashamed of my sexuality as I swore and thrashed and generally let go of all my inhibitions.

For the next month or two, I alternated between total devotion to my new sexual adventure and terrible fear and guilt. Mark signed on to a new ship the next day, after perfunctorily kissing me good-bye when he returned the next morning to find me sleeping late, the dog curled up at the foot the bed; he said we would talk it all out when he got back from his voyage.

I didn't say much. I was still angry at him. The moment he left, in an act of defiance to the man who had beat me up the night before, I pulled back the sheet and dragged the big dog between my legs.

I ground my heels into the soft mattress and pushed my twat right into Bruno's face.

My cunt lips parted lewdly in that obscene pose, and he quickly found the opening to my hole and began to lap at the juices. I closed my eyes and let myself come quickly and fully as he played at my pussy.

I soon realized, when the dog started to follow me around a lot and sniff at my box through my clothes, that he loved licking my cunt as much I loved having him do it! I had seen dogs, Bruno in fact, sniff at each other's cocks and cunts, and I guessed that the smell of sex was signal to them that either a friend or a foe was approaching.

I guess Bruno saw me as a friend!

That's the way I thought about it, that I had found a big, friendly, hungry playmate who wasn't a man. Oh, I knew that Bruno had a big doggie cock between his legs, but he wasn't like my ex-boss, who had tried to rape me for his pleasure, or Mark, who had to beat me up to prove that he was still a man.

Bruno just wanted to make his mistress happy, and soon I began to wonder how I could return the favor. It didn't take me long.

Lying on the bed, letting Bruno lick and nuzzle my cunt for hours at a time as I drifted from orgasm to orgasm, I knew that the slick, pink thing under his belly was filling with blood and spunk.

I had seen the tip of it pushing out of the hairy fleshy sheath there, but I had always closed my eyes to it.

For a couple of months after I began to take the dog between my legs, letting it tongue me, I refused to think about that cock.

Then, one day, I knew that poor Bruno was probably just as frustrated as I had been without a sexual partner for so long.

Besides, it occurs to me now, I had always loved playing with my husband's cock, taking it between my fingers and rubbing the soft head back and forth, making it hard inside of his foreskin until the tender cap was stretched so far back that his dong was bursting to come.

I guess I just wanted to play with a cock.

Bruno was a well trained puppy, and now that he was a fully grown dog, he never did anything until I told him to. I guess that's why he had never tried to climb up my body and heave his prick into my obviously accessible cunt hole.

I used to see him seeking out the stray bitches in the neighborhood, shoving his thing inside them.

Even at a distance, I knew that his doggie dick was big and fat.

That afternoon, when I would normally have been letting Bruno tickle my twat with his tongue, instead I commanded the dog to roll over on his back.

He did so playfully, his paws sticking up in the air, and he wagged his tail.

I had already taken off my clothes, and I guess the scent of my naked pussy was affecting him, because the shiny tip of his meat was already bulging out of his furry belly.

Gingerly, I touched the juicy bud, and the dog whimpered, his eyes closed, as I carefully pushed one finger between his pink, raw-looking prick and the hairy sheath.

I was shocked at the way that cock grew, almost in an instant, to a hot, erect hard-on. Before I knew it, I was holding Bruno's cock in my hand!

It was long, fully seven or eight inches, but not quite as thick as a man's. The whole thing was smooth and very pink, and was twisted a little here and there.

It reminded me of a big, pink carrot as I began to stroke my fingers up and down it.

I was fascinated by the way the dog responded. His tight, muscular flanks were quivering and shaking, and he was humping his hips up and down on the floor, as if his prick were buried in some little puppy's cunt than in between my hands.

I could feel my cunt heating up as I watched a bead of his cock-juice seep to the tip of the slick member.

The dog opened its pleasure-wracked eyes as it felt me climbing over the top of him, angling my pussy right over his muzzle.

Eagerly, his tongue lashed up and caught the juices that were pouring out of me.

I was groaning, looking down at his fat dick and feeling my cunt coming alive with excitement. I came a couple of seconds after the dog did, the sight and the feel and aroma of his spunk as it flew out of his cock and into my hands making me so horny that I came even without his tongue on my clit.

That was when I began to feel so guilty. It seemed that I had at last gone too far with my crazy sex game. When Mark came home from his voyage, I felt as if I had finally cheated on him by taking that dog's cock in my hands and getting so hot when I saw it spunking all over my hands. I had even aimed its climaxing dong at my tits a couple of times, thrilling at the hot, wet bath it provided for my thick nipples.

Mark thought I seemed a little cold, I could tell by the way he took so much time with me in bed, really fucking me like crazy.

But somehow, he just wasn't turning me on like before our fight.

But when he asked me if there was another man, I could honestly say 'No.'

He became alternately hot and cold, like me, and sometimes the sex was good, but I was always waiting for the time he would go back to sea and I could be alone with the dog who asked so little of me in return for giving me hot, horny orgasms.

I think that Mark has hit me at least once every time he's come home in the last eight years.

In a way, I'm glad about it. We still love each other, I think, and at least I have the man around. But really, when he slaps me, or pushes me, I feel as if I'm doing penance for my sins.

You see, my sex relation with the dog didn't stop with just his licking me and my jerking his cock.

You see, for the last few years, I've been fucking the dog.

I guess it doesn't shock you; you probably hear people's secrets all day. But it shocks ME!

I don't know how to stop myself. I think I can, and then I see the dog looking at me, wagging his tail, his prick head slipping in and out of the hairy cover over his prick, and I feel my cunt channel misting up.

And I want his prick in my pussy!

I still don't know what inspired me to roll over onto my belly that day, letting Bruno lick my pussy from behind. I KNEW he would start to climb up my back, I KNEW his hard cock would start to push into the folds of my cunt, I KNEW it!

And I wanted it to happen!

I was starved inside, starved for a hot cock slipping up my slit.

As far as I was concerned at that point, about a year after I started letting the dog perform cunnilingus on me, the dog was my LOVER. Can you understand that, can you understand how strange and sick that made me feel?! That big dog with that hot tongue and spunking cock was my LOVER!

I don't know what was going through my head that day. I was particularly lonely or something, and angry that I was stuck at home, with nothing to do all day. I wanted to blot out my pain with sex, and somehow it seemed that nothing short of a hot, frantic screwing was going to soothe the pain in my pussy.

I rolled onto my belly, hoisting my ass into the air and spreading my pussy lips with my fingers.

My face was buried in the pillows, refusing to look back, as I let the dog push his nose into my cunt.

He was licking at my cunt lips, and I could feel the juices flowing even faster than usual as I contemplated what I was about to let happen to me.

In my heart, I was trembling with fear.

In my twat, I was trembling with pleasure and lewd anticipation as his tongue dug over and over again into my cunt hole, the way I had taught him, and he brought out all the juices.

His tongue was inflaming my sex lips and making my clit hang down hard and urgent. I knew that his cock would be pushing out of its sheath in much the same way.

The only way I was going to satisfy my clit and his cock, I told myself, was to get his prick into my slot!

But I was too scared to do it myself, to stuff my pussy full with his meat, so I just stayed like that, my hot, red slash open and creaming as I prayed with all my might that the dog would mount me.

After fifteen agonizing minutes of licking my slit, he did.

I groaned out loud as I felt the sharp, cold points of his nails digging into my back. He was heavy, pinning my shoulders to the bed as he clambered up me.

His hard cock poked against my thighs as he climbed up.

I was powerless to stop him. I wanted it.

My tits felt swollen as his front feet settled on my shoulders, grinding my mams into the sheets. I humped my hips up a little, peeling the wet flaps over my hole back as far as I could.

I stretched the hole wide because I wanted that cock to sink into me on one hard thrust.

I felt the tip of it bumped between my legs, firing my red ribbon of pussy flesh even hotter as the tip dug and rubbed into the folds.

I gasped when I felt the tip lodge in the indentation at the mouth of my cunt.

Bruno knew where he wanted his doggie rock.

With an animal heave of his hips, he thrust his prick into my gash.

'Oh, my God!' I remember groaning over and over again as he started to work his meat up my hole and then start the hard, serious fucking motion.

My pussy was filled with the dog's cock, and 1 could feel myself coming, spasming uncontrollably, as the red hot shaft seared my tunnel, dragging hard against the tender walls of my vagina.

It was probably the most intense, satisfying orgasm of my life.

I knew then, as I caught my breath and began to revel in the act of being fucked by the German shepherd, that I had wanted to fuck the dog all along.

Eagerly, I gave myself up to the sensation as the canine fucking machine raged into me, snarling a little. I came twice more before I heard the dog whimpered and slam his hips all the way against me, skewering me hard and completely so that I could feel his furry belly rubbing my ass cheeks.

He flooded my cunt with his sperm.

The moment, though, that he jumped down off of my back and wrenched his wet, still hard cock out of my twat, I felt terrible.

His cock didn't get soft and disappear right away the way I thought it would. Red and wet with my cunt juices and his animal sperm, it continued to stick out of his furry stomach for a good ten minutes.

It pointed at me like an accusing finger as the dog sat beside me, wagging his tail, practically grinning down at me.

I rolled over and sobbed into the pillows for a long time.

I still do, every time I fall back onto the bed or the floor, after Bruno has sunk his cock into my tummy and fucked me.

This is exhausting, talking about all this.

I know my time is almost up, but I want to tell you that I took your advice. I've been, well, screwing that dog for a long time now, in between letting him lick my cunt when I get the yen for a quick, sensual orgasm. But up until the last time I talked with you, it always worked out the same way, with me going almost crazy with guilt afterwards.

But I went home last time and concentrated. I told myself that I didn't have to feel bad about it, that it felt good to me, and that it hurt no one, absolutely no one.

I let Bruno fuck me that night, but for the first time. I looked back under my tummy when he was pounding into me, and I watched the way his doggie cock worked up into my slit and parted the bulges of my fleshy lips.

I saw the way strands and trickles of my juices soaked his prick when he pulled back.

I felt the orgasm building up inside my belly, tingling all down my legs and tits, and when I came I jerked my hips hard, forcing the dog to come, too, so that he would be filling me with his spunk at the same time.

When he pulled out of me, 1 was smiling.

I was glad that I had come, and that he had, too.

What now, though? Bruno isn't a puppy anymore, and Mark is talking about getting a land job, leaving the merchant fleet.

I don't know what's going to happen next. I don't know that when Bruno dies I'll want to get another dog, or that I can manage to screw when Mark is home all the time.

Maybe I should let Mark in on my little fetish.

What do you think?

CASE HISTORY TWO

SUBJECT: SUE F. AGE: NINETEEN

INTERVIEW ONE

People often think that the natural, healthy life on a farm is a good, stabilizing influence on children. In most cases it is, but for Sue, a tall, strong girl of Scandinavian extraction, the opposite is true. She matured early, and as an only child on the rather lonely farm, she found that animals were her best friends. With her long blonde hair, and suntanned face, she appears to be the picture of good health and happiness. In reality, behind that facade lies a deep, twisted tale of sexual perversity.

Will it sound like I'm trying to put the blame on somebody else if I tell you that it was my cousin who coaxed me to play with the donkey's cock?

That was the first time, ever, that it had crossed my mind to play that way, you know, the sex way, with the animals.

But I guess I can only blame myself for taking the whole, sick thing this far.

We were just kids. I was thirteen and Bobby was fourteen. His father and mine are brothers, and they both have farms, just like in Sweden where my grandfather was born. My mom and dad don't seem to mind living out in the middle of nowhere, but lately they can see that I do. That's why they wanted me to come here. They think anybody who would want to leave the farm has to be screwy.

They don't know about the animals, though.

The school that I went to when I was little was really small, and all the kids came from farming families. Most of the kids were brothers and sisters and cousins and relations of some type to each other, and I was really the only outsider. Oh, not that I didn't have friends, but I was always considered the loner of the group because I went home alone.

When my uncle and aunt and Bobby came to visit that farm, or we went to their place, over the state line, it was a big event.

I think I've always had a crush on Bobby, and even when we were really little, like eight or something, { would trail around after him and do anything he told me to. Kids are like that.

My parents thought it was cute, and when Bobby came over, I was allowed to go everywhere with him.

At first, when he was nine or ten, he couldn't stand all the attention I gave him. Boys don't like girls at that age too much, and he would tell me to do crazy stuff like polish his shoes or stand on one leg until I would fall over, laughing, crazy kid stuff. But I idolized him, so I did it.

When I hit about twelve, though, and Bobby noticed that I was growing up - I was the first girl in my class to have to wear a bra - he began to treat me a little differently.

In front of the folks, he would still sneer at me from the vantage point of being a whole year older than me, but when we were in private, and our parents had no qualms abut letting us play alone for hours at a time, well, things started to change.

'Take your panties off and let me see if you're built right,' Bobby told me one day in the summer. I want to see if you've got everything you're supposed to.'

We were alone in the barn behind the house, and it was midsummer. I remember the hot, sweet smell of hay and animals as I felt my heart thudding wildly.

I really was too young to know about people sex, although I had seen animals mating many times, but I knew that Bobby's strange request had something to do with sex.

My little pussy had just started to sprout hair that spring, and I was eager to show it off to Bobby.

Maybe now he would finally see me as a girl!

I quickly hoisted up my skirt and pulled my white cotton panties off. I held the hem up high so that he could see my slit.

The light smattering of hair is gold on my quim - still is - so it's easy to see right through the fluff and into my pussy folds. That's what Bobby did, leaning so close that I could feel his breath ruffling the curls.

I was almost swooning with pleasure at all the attention when he said: 'Take your dress off so I can see your titties. I want to see if you're really grown up yet or not. You haven't got no amount of pussy hair to boast about, you know!'

Well, that made me angry, so I literally ripped my dress off.

In the summer, Ma didn't make me wear a bra, and Bobby immediately saw my little melons. At that point in my life, my nipples were still sort of puffy looking, 'cause I was hardly grown up yet. But at that age, the size of my jugs, which measured a full 36" around, proved to Bobby that I was grown up, alright!

I had never see my cousin pay so much attention to me, and I primped and smiled as he walked slowly behind me, all around, studying my naked ass and tits and cunt vee.

I felt an odd tingle between my thighs, and it felt much hotter down there than it had before, almost as if I had peed on myself.

I felt sweat breaking out on my naked body and trickling down my sides.

But Bobby hadn't finished looking me over.

'Comere by the window,' he commanded me at last. I can't see you over here in the dark.'

I still wore my little shoes, 'cause it was the barn after all, and I let Bobby take my hand and lead me to the window that faced away from the house where our parents were.

I was so delighted at all the attention, and then having the boy that I idolized hold my hand that I gratefully let the hot, clear light play over my body.

Bobby made me sit back on a bale of hay that was about as tall as my waist. 'I wanna check you,' was all he said.

I hopped my little ass right up on that bale, spreading my thighs to his touch in the bright light.

It was like having a search light beamed into my pussy as he carefully examined every inch of my twat. I looked down, too, and even parted the surprisingly red lips when he told me to.

Bobby never touched me.

He simply noted the way the slick juices were oozing out of my virgin hole and told me, 'Put your finger there, Sue. Right there, in the wet part.'

For the first time I balked.

'I don't know,' I whispered. I was beginning to feel a little funny about this, even though I was longing for the moment that the boy would touch me. 'I don't know if I should. Ma says that I shouldn't, touch there, I mean.'

'Ah, don't be a scaredy cat, Sue,' he coaxed me. 'Don't you want me to be your boyfriend?'

The possibility of having Bobby for my official boyfriend was an honor that has seemed to wonderful to even contemplate except in my childish fantasies.

Now, he was dangling the bait in front of my horny little eyes, and I grabbed it greedily.

I touched the moist, springy opening. I moaned at the sensation.

'Put a finger inside,' he ordered me, and I did. My index finger slid right into my cunt hole.

'Move it back and forth,' the fascinated boy whispered, and I did, groaning a little, uncontrollably, at the slick, wonderful sensation.

'I'm gonna show you my cock,' Bobby said at last, beginning to unzip his jeans.

Of course, animals have no modesty, and I knew what the thick, dangling thing under the bull's belly was for, and had seen the red rod poking out from under the ram when he and one of the sheep made a lamb, as Ma explained it, but I had never seen a human cock before, and I was holding my breath.

Bobby winced a little when he freed his stiff, young boner from the confines of his jeans and underpants.

I started to reach out to it, knowing that was the right thing to do to give him pleasure, but Bobby stepped back, his pink prong sticking out long and stiff from the folds of his jeans!

I can still see it in the hot sunlight, and I can still smell the heady animal aroma that surrounded us as he told me I couldn't touch, not yet at least.

'We're, I mean you're too young yet,' he scolded me. 'Just you play with yours and I'll play with mine.'

'Why?' I asked, breathless. Ma had forbade me to touch my pussy ever since she had found me, when I was really little, lovingly touching my clitty in the bathtub one day. I didn't understand what it was all about, but I always obeyed my elders.

So, right then I obeyed Bobby when he told me that touching my cunt would give me a wonderful treat.

I stared at his cock, the little pink tip poking out from his foreskin, and I barely felt how fast and deeply my fingers were flying around inside my cunt and over my clitty. I was watching the way he got hard and the drop of what looked like pee to me came to the top of his dick head.

I was completely in his control. If he had wanted to fuck me right then, I would have gladly laid back on the hay and taken his cock up my little, virgin twat. If he had wanted me to suck him, I would have.

Sometimes, I wish that he had. Then maybe I wouldn't be the way I am today.

Maybe I wouldn't need an animal to do to me what a man should be doing instead.

But it didn't happen that way, did it? It's useless for me to speculate about it. One thing good about the life of a farm girl, it does teach one to be sensible.

There was nothing sensible about the way I was learning to play with my twat that afternoon. I was pulling at my cunt lips, stretching them, plunging my fingers into my hole until I could get two whole digits into that as yet unfucked channel. I found my clit poking up in the flesh, and I mashed it between thumb and forefinger, until finally I was sweating like crazy, and I felt like my body was about to jump out of my skin!

I had never felt anything like that before, and when I came, I was practically screaming for Bobby to help me, help me! I thought I was going crazy as my cunt started to jerk and cream of its own accord, and I could feel the little bit of clit gristle between my fingers getting super rigid and twitching in convulsions that felt so good that I changed my mind.

As I came, I decided that I had died!

But when I opened my eyes, I was still slumped over that bale of hay in the barn, and all I could hear around the buzzing in my ears was the gentle, familiar sound of cows and sheep in their pens and the quiet rubbing of Bobby's hand against his prick.

I felt all my senses tingling, from head to toe, as I got a grip on myself. I breathed in deeply, the rich animal smells of the barn delighting me in my state of heightened awareness as I watched the first pearl of sperm jerk out of Bobby's knob and fly across the air between us, splattering my bare leg.

Then, after the last hard spurt of come had been wrenched from his cock, Bobby leaned over and kissed my aching pussy softly, rubbing the tip of his appreciative tongue all over my cunt lips and clit!

I couldn't believe it! My imperious cousin kissing me DOWN THERE!

I came almost instantly.

Bobby grinned at me as he stepped back and began to pull his jeans back in place, hiding his lovely cock from me. 'You won't tell anybody about this IF you want to ever do it again, Sue,' he informed me.

He reached up to take my hand as I started to clamber off of the bale of hay, but suddenly he was his old, bad-boy self again, and he laughed as I landed on my knees in the pile of soft hay.

'Ha, ha! Race you to the house, Susie Q!' he cried, tearing out of the barn to leave me to pull on my clothes as fast as I could and take off after him.

That night at dinner, the folks talked like usual., but I was silent, still savoring the tingles that had left their indelible impression on my young cunt. Through my happy, sexy haze, I managed to make out that Bobby and his parents were getting ready to go!

'Next time we're here,' Bobby whispered to me as his parents beckoned to him from the car, 'it'll be even better!'

The rest of that happy, childish summer, I would sneak out to the barn when I could, when I knew that Dad was nowhere around, and jump up onto that bale of hay that held such a sweet memory for me.

I jerked off about a million times out there before it got too cold and I had to confine my solitary sex play for under the covers of my narrow bed.

I would dream about the way that Bobby's cock had looked, and how much I wanted to feel his fingers, rather than mine, rummaging around in my pussy.

I longed to feel that tongue stroke my slit once more.

I guess that's the way I began to get it all mixed up in my head, playing with myself out in the barn. The smells, you see, of a barn always make me horny now.

The feel of hay under my bare ass can almost make me come of and by itself.

For some reason, Bobby and his folks didn't get down again until the_ next spring. It was a hard, cold winter for farmers, I think, so neither Dad nor my uncle could spare the time or the expense for traveling around. I ached for the time that Bobby would make good his promise of making it 'even better!'

It happened that spring.

Bobby was a year older, and he had grown up a lot since the last time I had seen him. If it were possible, he was even handsomer and more imperious, at least in my teenaged opinion.

I was hotter than ever by the time lunch was over and I managed to lure Bobby into the barn, telling our respective parents that I wanted Bobby to see the new baby lambs and donkeys in the barn.

I really wanted him to see that my tits were even bigger than before, and that my nipples had lost that 'baby' look and that my cunt had sprouted even more hair and that my tunnel was already getting good and wet and that... ...I wanted desperately to fuck him!

I didn't try to hide any of my feelings and I practically crammed my tongue down his throat when we got out to the barn.

I rubbed my big, hot tits against his chest and pushed my cunt mound against the bulge in his jeans.

T know what to do,' I moaned as I rubbed my body against his. 'I've seen the animals, and I know that you could do the same thing to me! Do it to me, Bobby! Fuck me!'

Bobby laughed and held me at arm's length. I could see that the bulge in his jeans was getting bigger and that a drop of pre-come was staining" the seam of his fly, but it was obvious that my cousin had some other idea.

'I can't fuck you, jerk,' he laughed at me. 'You're my cousin! It's illegal. Besides, I bet you don't really know what to do anyway!'

That was it, I decided. He wanted to be sure that I was smart enough to fuck!

'I do know how,' I told him haughtily, tossing my head. 'I saw the donkeys together. I saw him on top of her and his thing, his cock, was all hard and it went into her tummy and later they had a baby!' I stammered over the words.

'You did not see that,' Bobby informed me. 'I did!' I cried. I was getting worked up now, between my anger at being disbelieved my frustration at having my hot, wet pussy ignored by the boy.

We were playing some sort of strange game, I knew it even at the time. Being farm kids, we both knew exactly how animals mated, even though I suspect Bobby, too was a little bit fuzzy about the ways humans have sex. I knew it was a crazy game, but I was excited.

1 felt that it was leading up to something important.

How important it was I'm just now beginning to realize.

'Comere,' Bobby demanded, motioning me over to pen where the male donkey was docilely munching at some hay. I followed my cousin eagerly.

'That donkey?' he demanded. I nodded my head and smiled as I rubbed my hand over the front of Bobby's jeans and felt the hot swelling there. To my delight, Bobby didn't push me away.

'His thing was just like yours, all hot and hard like this!' I exclaimed.

'No it wasn't,' Bobby said evenly. 'Yes, it was!'

'Then why isn't it like that now?' he demanded.

The boy had me stumped. I shrugged and waited for Bobby to tell me the next move in our little game.

'Do you know how it gets hard?' he asked. I guess when he wants to make a baby, or wants to fuck,' I said.

'It takes more than that,' Bobby said with an over exaggerated sigh. I couldn't possibly fuck a girl who doesn't know that! Here, climb over the gate and I'll show you what happens.'

My long blonde hair fell in my eyes as Bobby hoisted me over the gate and pushed me into the pen with the donkey.

'Show me what was hard,' he demanded from the other side of the gate.

'Down there,' I pointed to the donkey's huge whanger.

'Show me,' he urged.

And so I did. I guess, now that I think back on it, and I think about that time quite a lot, I guess Bobby knew he could get me so angry that I would reach under the donkey's belly and grab the long, dark shaft by its droopy, big head and point to it with my other hand as I pulled it up at his face.

'This!' I cried. It was hard and it went into the other donkey's belly!'

Suddenly, to my surprise, the long, thick thing in my hand stirred, and in surprise I felt the donkey's prick flooding with blood, getting stiff!

I knew that the donkey was calm, since I had ridden on his back many times in my youth, and he merely looked back at me with his big donkey eyes before turning back to hay in front of him.

If the animal had gotten really worked up and started snorting or stamping his hooves, I might have bolted right out of the pen.

Instead, I stared in amazement at the thing in my hands.

It was dark grey, almost brown, but at the tip, at the end of the end of the mushroom shaped tip that was a larger version of the one that I had seen all too briefly in Bobby's pants, at the tip a little bit of pink was showing up.

I had been pulling the thing to the side and up, directing the donkey's prick towards Bobby, but as the thing filled with erection, it straightened out under the donkey's belly.

'Don't let go,' Bobby ordered me, and I had to drop to my knees to reach under the animal's body now.

'It went into her belly?' Bobby said after a moment, dragging my attention from the foot long monster that was stiffening in my hand.

I had just tentatively begun to rub the glossy tip when Bobby spoke. I don't know what inspired me do that, to start playing with the cock, but I did.

'Yes, her belly,' I answered, fascinated by the thing that felt so hot and big and yet so pleasurable, just right in fact, in my little hand. 'You know where I mean,' I added. 'Where you, you kissed me last summer, remember?' 'No,' he said softly. I don't remember. You show me, Sue, what you mean.'

The female donkey was out in the pasture with her foal, and I told him so.

'Show me yours again, Sue,' Bobby whispered. 'Take off your pants.'

I was wearing jeans this time, and I hesitated for a moment.

But only for a moment.

Suddenly, I wanted desperately to touch my pussy. If Bobby wanted to play games, he could, but I had to have an orgasm.

Having jerked off so many times before in the barn, I felt no fear as I dropped the hot donkey prick in my hand and began to pull off my jeans.

It was a little cool on that spring day, but there was so much heat in my pussy that I didn't care. My hands were hot with perspiration and with the burning impression that the thick animal cock had left there. I quickly climbed out of my jeans and tossed them aside, bringing my hot fingers down between my legs.

I bent my knees with my toes pointed out at right angles so that my cunt was really spread and exposed as I put my fingers to it.

Bobby whistled as he saw the trickle of cunt juices that poured from my cunt tunnel and onto the hay.

'Hot girl,' he breathed, egging me on. 'Hot, randy girl! Touch the donkey again, Sue!'

Anxious to please him, I slipped my hand under the animal's belly.

The big, erect beast looked back at me again, and he brayed happily as I wrapped my fingers around his joint.

I couldn't get my hand all the way around that cudgel of a cock, but I tried.

'Rub it, Sue,' Bobby directed me. 'Run your hand up and down it, and keep your other hand between your legs.'

Bobby directed me, you see. That first time wasn't really my fault, because he made me do it.

He told me exactly what to do, how to cup my hand and poke around for the animal's testicles. He told me how to rub its glans with my palm.

He had my make a half circle with my fingers and course my hand from the base of the donkey's prick to its knob, and then had me finish each stroke with a soft twist to the cap of the thing, as if I were unscrewing a jar.

The donkey let me abuse it, and it didn't start to hump its hips, imitating a fucking motion, I guess, for a quite a while.

I had a long time to get used the feel of that cock in my hand and sensation of my fingers squishing around my slit, turning me on, before Bobby gave me my next command.

'Get under the donkey so that you can see it better,' Bobby suggested.

I looked at my cousin whom I idolized. Through the slats of the fence, I could see that Bobby had his jeans open and that he was playing with his cock, urging me on with the strokes he was making to its slick, pink shaft.

I realized then that the cock in my hand was much, much bigger.

Bobby's cock seemed skimpy in comparison.

But I still wanted to please my cousin.

'Get under him how?' I panted. My cunt was juicing up a storm, and it was only the effort of standing up, having to keep my balance, that had kept me from coming a half dozen times already.

'Sue,' Bobby ordered me, 'make yourself come, hot girl! Rub the donkey's prick on your pussy and make yourself come! Jerk off with it!'

For a moment, I thought that Bobby could read my mind, for I must admit, Doctor, that the same thing had already occurred to me.

I though how easy it would be to scoot under the body of the beast and angle my cunt up so that it would touch the hot, hot steamy cock that dangled so low out of the animal's belly. I thought about it, and now Bobby was telling me to do it!

I clambered down, never letting go of the animal's cock, and sat beneath the donkey for a moment, catching my breath. My legs were bent, knees pointing up at the huge dong, and I used my other hand, the one that had so thoroughly massaged my aching twat, to supported me as I pushed my hips and torso up, and, legs spread wide and feet flat on the hay on the floor, I pushed the button of my clit right against the hot, spongy, come-dripping tip of the donkey's.

INTERVIEW TWO Sue's first interview was cut short by time, and the young woman agreed to return the following week to continue her story. She agreed to try to condense the years that passed between her first episode in the barn, under her cousin's instruction, and today. The girl took a deep breath as she sat down for her second interview, her big breasts straining proudly under her simple sweater. Her big eyes showed signs that she had been crying and sleepless recently, so it was suggested that she continue her second session lying down, to put her at greater ease. In this prone position, the girl was able to loosen up considerably and let her thoughts free associate as she attempted to construct the strange and perverse history of her animal lust.

Of course, that first time, with Bobby the donkey, I didn't even think about fucking the animal. Good heavens, even today I would never be able to fit a cock that huge into my cunt, although recently I've been thinking about trying it. It would take a lot of lubrication, and possibly I would have to loosen my cunt up with some fucking first, possibly starting with our collie dog first, and then one of the rams, but that's just a fantasy so far.

I would like to try to work this crazy problem out first, before I attempt anything like that. Suppose someone should catch me with a donkey's cock in my pussy? I would just die.

That's one of the reasons I want to get off the farm soon, before I go too far.

Anyway, that first time, when I was just a kid, all I could think about was coming, and I was ready to bring my cunt off any way I could think off. That meaty, juicy head of the donkey's prick really got me worked up, and it was perfectly natural to me at the time to rub the knob against my pussy lips and clit.

I can still remember the horribly lewd sight of that thick, black-brown shaft with its pink tip burrowing in the folds of my slit.

I can still feel the way the knob juiced a little against my clit, and I groaned when I pushed my hips up harder and higher, frantic to get my clit spasming.

God, I guess I can tell you that it still gets me hot. In fact, now that I remember how shocked and excited I was when the seemingly endless gallons of his donkey sperm started to gush all over my pussy, flooding it, and I came from the wet shower of spunk, now that I think about it, that first time, I can feel myself getting wet.

Every time I jerk off like that - and it's one of my favorite ways - I remember that first time, and I come like crazy. (At this point, Sue was asked to relate her recent experiences with animals, and to describe the lengths to which she goes in satisfying her strange sexual needs in the barnyard.)

Have I made clear the fact that I'm a virgin? That's important.

You see, although I take great pleasure in rubbing, say, the donkey's prick against my slit, or riding barebacked and pantyless on the stallion, and letting my clit get all hot and wet on his flanks, I can't conceive of putting an animal's cock INSIDE my body.

Except my mouth, of course.

But sucking an animal is different from fucking it, at least in my mind. And I'll tell you, I am beginning to wonder where my mind is going.

It seems natural that I'm going to wind up with an animal's prick in my pussy, I just know it! I'm so confused about it, but I guess the only way to work it out is to talk about it, right?

I'd say that it was about two or three months after that first time, the time that Bobby convinced me to touch the donkey's cock and rub it into my cunt, that I hit upon the idea of kissing the donkey's dick. I always remembered the way Bobby's tongue had felt, all sweet and soft and wet, the time that her sucked me out, and I guess I was intrigued by the idea of giving somebody - or something -that same sensation if I could.

Bobby had suggested that time, after he watched me getting off on slathering my virgin pussy with the ass's come, that I climb back over the fence and lick his cock, Bobby's cock, I mean.

The idea interested me, and I was just about to give it a try, but just then Ma started to call us in from the house, and we had to scramble.

My entire tummy and pussy and the tops of my thighs had been sloshed with all that jism from the donkey, and I remember how sticky I felt, sitting there at the dinner table, making small talk with my uncle and aunt, knowing that only fifteen minutes before I had been a screaming, coming, cock-rubbing girl, getting off with a donkey!

That's one of the things I think I like so much about fooling around with the animals. Afterwards, walking into school or into town, I've always said to myself, addressing the people around me: 'What would you think, Mister, if you knew that half an hour ago I was swallowing the spunk of a ram?'

I've developed a taste for spunk, and I can tell the various animals by their taste alone.

Farmers always rely on the sense of smell to tell them what the season is in the dark. I can tell donkey jism - which is salty and thin and kind of clear and slippery - from ram sperm -which is thicker, and there's less of it, and it tastes a little of fresh grass - from horse come, which is the best of all.

Yes, I've sucked all those animals, and I love it.

The first time I tried, of course, I was nervous, but I knew it was something I had to try. I had jerked off the donkey sooo many times at that point that I felt I knew his cock really well.

Sometimes I didn't even jerk myself off, or rub my cunt with his dong.

Sometimes I would just go out to the barn and run my hand up under his stomach and find the hot, heavy sack of his balls, and roll it around in my hands.

Then I would grip his dong with both hands, one above the other in fists, so that only the thick knob would be hanging out, and then I would begin to jerk him off.

It didn't take much to get that old donkey hard, I'll tell you.

His dick seemed to come alive, like it had a life of its own, when I started riding my hands up and down, up and down.

A lot of times in those first months, I would spit on my fingers to juice them up, and then I could really jerk him off fast and smooth and he seemed to bray with special satisfaction when he shot a torrent of seed onto the hay.

I guess that's the way I came to get used to the idea of putting my mouth on his dick, by lubricating him all the time with my saliva. I used to look at his big, black cock in the dim light of the bam, and wonder how my lips would feel, all stretched out and wrapped around that dong.

One day, I simply decided to find out what it would feel and taste like.

I was shocked at how smooth and easy and natural sucking his cock seemed.

Of course, I wasn't experienced with any kind of oral sex at that point, so I found that I could take only a few inches of the thick dong into my mouth.

After all, a donkey's dick is really just as big around as my forearm, and only about an inch shorter. That's a lot of meat, man!

I washed his cock first, that first time I sucked it off.

And I didn't really suck it off. I sort of licked it, rubbing my tongue over the cap, and hesitating a moment before I slipped it into the narrow space between his foreskin and his glans. I had washed it really well, getting it very hard in the process, and it simply tasted warm and mucky, almost like kissing and licking my own arm on a warm day, actually.

Except for the fact that his cock made me really horny, something that my forearm never does!

I was too nervous to swallow his come the first time.

Now, I do it all the time, and if I'm careful and have his knob between my lips when he starts to spurt off, I can get almost all the cream down.

It fills my tummy wonderfully!

I started sucking other animals when my cock 'habit' got more intense.

You see, the donkey wasn't in the barn every day, and sometimes I would just be standing there, my cunt tingling and my mouth watering, and no donkey sight, except out in the field. I began to look around the other animals.

I remember the hot summer day when I decided to try the ram.

It was high summer, but the barn windows and doors were wide open, making a breeze.

My parents were at church, and I knew that they would be going to social afterwards, so I had the place to myself. I had helped my father link the donkey out in the far field that morning, because on Sunday the farm hands are always off.

My parents never make me go to church in the summer, 'cause they think children should have the chance to play in the sun.

I guess they didn't realize what kind of games I was up to!

I would die if they ever found out about it, but I'm grateful that, at last, I can tell somebody about my problems.

It didn't seem like a problem that morning, though, when I stripped off my dress and panties and bra - my tits were a full 38" when I was fifteen - and stepped into the pen where the ram was kept.

Rams are always horny, and this one was no exception. He was always trying to mount the ewes, his long, skinny pink cock poking out through the thick, curly mat of his pelt.

It must have been quite a sight, this naked girl, tall and buxom for her age, long blonde hair and pussy fleece, leading this big, white haired animal into the center of the bam, pulling him by the collar around his neck, her fingers all damp and nervous, like her twat.

It helps me to put it in perspective to think about my fetish at a distance. I think I always 'see' myself when I suck one of the male animals, or when I rub my pussy against it, and make myself come.

I like to SEE myself getting off.

I had prepared a small basin of soap and water, and the ram started to back up, trying to get away, when he felt a human hand fumbling around in the depths of his fur, searching for his masculinity.

I quickly tied his collar to a pair of posts, with a rope leading off in both directions away from his neck so that he wouldn't have too much room to move around in. He was 'baaing' furiously, but when he felt the softness of my touch on his dick sheath, he settled down.

I could feel an inner core of manhood inside the prominence of his sheath, and I rubbed my soapy fingers into the opening at the tip.

I was greeted by the quickly hardening length of his penis.

I brought my other wet, soapy hand under his belly, now that I was sure he wasn't going to move around any more, and I alternately washed his nuts and sheath, matting the curls down with water and soap, and plunged my fingers into his sheath, feeling the covering getting smaller and tighter in relation to the quickly increasing size of his dong.

The cock was long and skinny, as I've said, especially in comparison with the ass' cock, and I could feel my cunt getting steamy and creamy as I realized that I would be able to get ALL of this little gem between my lips, and that I would be able to devote both hands to my own pleasure!

Quickly, I rinsed off the ram's prick with clear water.

The long pink shaft was slipping in and out of its sheath easily now as I worked the foreskin back and forth over his dick.

I couldn't see his cock, because of course the thick pelt of his fur hung down all around it. A ram is rather low to the ground, especially one as massively built as this one.

I knew that there was only one way to get his cock between my lips.

I never let go of his dick as I lay on my back in the clean hay and carefully, wriggling my ass along the scratchy cushion and pushing with my feet, I got my head directly under his belly.

The ram was startled, and he started to move around a lot as he felt something new and strange happening under his stomach, but I held tightly to his joint, so that he couldn't move around too much.

I could just imagine having to go to the hospital for stitches and having to explain how a ram had come to kick me!

I held really tight, and soon he settled down again.

Now I was able to part the carpet of curls and see, as best as I could in the darkness, the object I sought, his cock.

The pink prick looked delicious!

It had always seemed strange to some extent to see the donkey's cock merged with the flesh of my twat, since his prick was so dark and kind of rough looking from hanging down under his body all those years.

But the ram's dick had been well protected by nature, and now when it slipped between my fingers, it seemed perfectly delightful, more like it belonged to me.

I was lying at a right angle to the beast, my legs and tummy and cunt and tits jutting out from under his belly to the side, my head squarely under his cock.

Gingerly, using both hands to start, I dipped the joy stick to my face.

I was thrilled as half the pointy joint pushed between my lips with the motion, and then suddenly the entire thing was lodged in my face.

The horny ram had jerked his hips down in a mock-fuck thrust, skewering my face!

God, did my pussy jump and wet itself when that crazy animal started jerking around a lot, taking over and using my mouth the way he would use a ewe's cunt - to fuck. I was in heaven, that sweet ram's cock pumping in my face so fast and wet, and my hands free to roam all over my body.

I played with my tits with one hand, rubbing the palm under the soft flesh that's so sensitive underneath and then tweaking my nipples, hard as I could, feeling that they were so hard no amount of pressure could even make a dent in them now!

With my other hand, I explored my cunt.

The folds felt super wet and oily with juices that seeped out of my hole.

I ran a finger in the fissure, from the crack of my ass up to the top of the tip of my clit, not inserting it into my hole or even rubbing my clit.

I was teasing myself.

I knew that this ram seemed to take a long time when he fucked the ewes, and I guessed that I might have a longer time to suck him than I did with the donkey before he came and I would I get my fill of spunky fluids.

I repeated that shallow, soft stroke over and over again, until I was gasping for breath, so worked up and filled up with ram cock that I hadn't remembered to breathe!

I brought the hand up that had been playing with my titties, and I started to hold the ram's belly back a little. I could imagine his little, yellow-green eyes narrowed in excitement as his hips humped up and down, bouncing over my body.

The erotic image inflamed me as I placed one hand on the animal's stomach, trying to get him to slow down.

But he wasn't interested in slowing down, and I felt my mouth beginning to get sore, almost numb, from the battering my lips were taking, pulled back tautly against my teeth with every stroke his meat made into my mouth.

The pure animalism of the whole thing was turning me on.

Even if I hadn't been able to play so fast and free and deep with my slot, I probably would have come the moment that his come started to spurt down my throat.

His long, pointy, skinny cock had been brushing straight down my throat, and I had tilted my head back, elongating the stretched of my neck to open the back of my throat, and when he came, the tip of his cock let loose its load right at the back of throat, too, and I was forced to swallow the whole, sweet, frothing load.

The taste of it sent me to coming.

I jerked and thrashed on the floor, one hand punishing my cunt vigorously, digging my fingers into the soft, pliant places all around my clit and cunt lips as my pussy channel started to spasm and shake and force a great load of girl come down and out of my naked body and into the padding of hay.

You know, hay smells a lot like come, doesn't it?

I never thought of that before.

I can hardly wait until I get the nerve to fuck one of the animals.

I think nineteen is too old to be a virgin, don't you, doctor?

Well, I guess you're right, it IS my decision, if I want to go all the way or not.

I've been looking at the collie who helps to tend the sheep. Maybe a dog is the way to go into this thing, getting rid of my virginity, I mean.

Oh, God, what am I talking about?!

That isn't really what I want, is it?

I tried it once, about a week ago, with the stallion, but I got scared. I was in a crazy, sexed-up mood, and I had been pulling at the horse's meat, just fooling around in the barn.

My parents haven't been giving me too many chores, now that they realize I'm itching to get off of the farm, but I always insist on going out to bed down the horse every night after dark. That always gives me the excuse to be in the barn, you see, if I haven't had at least one good orgasm in the course of the day.

I had hoisted up my skirt, 'cause it was too cold to strip off, and I was rubbing his cock head right up against my clit; I had placed a milking stool under his belly and I was leaning back, angling my pelvis up at his groin, facing his cock.

I don't know what got into me - years of frustration, maybe, since I haven't been interested in boys since Bobby and his parents moved too far away to come visit any more -but for some reason I suddenly turned around on the stool and knelt on it with one leg, balancing myself in the hay with the other, jutting my pussy up at his dick!

I reached around behind me and started to slide the thing between my cunt lips, the way I normally jerk off with it, but that night I was especially wet and I guess I slipped a little in my excitement.

I felt the hot, huge head of his cock lodge against my cunt hole!

For a long, long time, or so it seemed to me, I stayed stock still, breathing deeply, as I felt the living pulsations of a live cock trembling down his shaft and reverberating deep inside my virgin womb.

I wanted it, I wanted that horse's cock to fuck me!

At the same time, I knew it was wrong, possibly the worst thing I had imagined or done so far.

The animal was moving, 'cause he was horny and he felt a worm, wet opening stretching down under his cock.

He started to push his hard, ripe erection into my slit!

With a cry - either fear or frustration, I don't know which - I moved away, falling flat on my belly in the straw.

I was crying when I rolled over, doctor, and reached up, still from on the floor of the barn, and gripped his dick. Frantically, I began to jerk it back and forth, pulling and pinching it harder than I ever had before.

With an angry whinny, his horsy cock exploded with semen, all over my upturned face, open mouth and crying eyes.

I felt as if I were being atoned for my sins, like a baptism, and I let the hot, thick strands of his come fall into my mouth, and then I licked them down.

I haven't done it since, had sex with one of the animals, I mean.

I'm so scared of what I may do.

Don't you see, doctor, you HAVE to convince my parents that I have to get off of the farm, you HAVE to! (Sue's pleas touched the heart of her interviewer, and it was suggested to her parents that possibly the girl, more than fully grown at age nineteen, was old enough to go out on her own. The last time she contacted us, she was happy and healthy and living in New York City, where she has two boyfriends, both of whom she sleeps with, and no pets.)

CASE HISTORY THREE

SUBJECT: CARYL L. AGE: TWENTY

INTERVIEW ONE

Caryl recently attended a lecture on homosexuality in women given by one of the Harding researchers at a local university. The tall, slender, brown-haired girl in tight jeans and a soft, loose sweat-shirt smiled from behind big, round glasses that did nothing to hide the natural, innocent beauty of her face. She asked if the Harding group ever delved into, as she put, 'any of the more bizarre aspects of lesbianism?' When she was told that no fetish was too perverse or problematical to withstand scrutiny, the girl smiled and asked if she could stop in some day to discuss her relationship with her female lover, 'and our dog,' she added.

I met Biba the day I started college, three years ago.

I was seventeen and very naive, and she was twenty-eight, very experienced, and my English professor.

I would say that I had always wanted to have sex with a woman, because my first and only experience with a boy, when I was fourteen, had ended in a lot of pain and discomfort for me. You'll probably say that I was too young for it, that I wasn't sufficiently excited, or what have you, before the boy put his dick inside me.

I agree with all that, but it doesn't change the fact that my first experience with a boy left me with sore tits, a bleeding twat, and a very real fear of men in general. I knew that a woman couldn't inflict that sort of pain on another woman, and besides, I had always found women to be so pretty, so soft and fragrant and appealing.

All I needed was someone to show me the way.

Biba was that someone.

I was also greatly flattered that his mature and intelligent and smashingly beautiful woman was interested in me, always calling on me in class, and lending me books of poetry, and so forth, so the night that she invited me over to her house, off campus, for dinner, I agreed readily.

Biba is a little taller than I am, if you can believe it, and she's lots rounder and more mature looking, with big, soft, luscious tits and an ass that I have to fight myself from sinking my teeth into every time she walks by. She's sexy, because she's smart and attractive and she's accomplished a lot for a woman of under thirty, and I guess there isn't anyone, male or female, who wouldn't be pleased to be seen in her company.

Biba is the only woman, besides a close friend of hers, that I've ever had sex with. The first time she put her arms around me and ran her hot, long tongue over my ear, kissing my neck as she came up to face and then plunged her tongue into my mouth, I knew that I would never need or want another lover.

I'm totally, absolutely hooked on that woman.

And she knows it, and I think she uses it to manipulate me.

Really, I can't think of any other reason I would ever have consented to have sex with Byron, her big Doberman, except that I was afraid she would punish me, maybe even kick me out of the apartment, since the lease is in her name, if I didn't take that huge dog's cock in my pussy, or let it lick my twat, or suck its prick, whenever SHE feels like it!

Sex with Biba is extraordinary, and even from my limited perspective of inexperience, I knew from the start that I was on to a good, hot, erotic thing!

How many other women, lesbian or straight, have ever taken a shower with their lover and had him - or her - lick every drop of water off of her body, tickling and lapping and teasing until her pussy got so wet that no amount of licking could ever dry it out?

Especially when the licking is so expert, and the tongue that loves to delve into her pussy is so long and wet and searching?

How many other women have a lover who can be hot or cold, soft or hard, seductive or raping, depending on her mood?

How many women have lovers who wake them up in the morning with a long, gentle blow job, or a soft, subtle tit licking?

Damn few, that's how many!

Only a woman can make it all, well, fit so well. If a woman could ever have a cock, then men would be obsolete!

If it weren't for that insidious craving that starts really deep in one's pussy, so gentle at first that you barely notice you're shifting around in your seat, or that your panties have been damp at the crotch for days, even though you're getting all the orgasms you need, if it weren't for that natural, undeniable, unalterable need for cock, men could go to hell, and I wouldn't miss them in the least!

Biba has never explained it to me, how she came to get this big Doberman, or how she first came to use the dog as a sexual servicer for her horny twat, but I bet it came from the need to have a cock around.

A real, hot, hard, long cock.

A cock that was male, not a dildo, but not attached to a man, either.

That's Byron, a living dildo and an affable cunt licker.

What? Oh, I guess Biba introduced me to bestiality about two and a half years ago, just after I turned eighteen.

I had fallen into her bed and" her cunt that night she invited me over for dinner. She gave me the first real, hard booze I'd ever drunk, and a little grass, which made me feel terrible grown up, and all soft and warm and lulled and excited at the same time.

My skin was tingling, and I told her so.

It was the craziest sensation, and 1 wanted to share it with my savvy English prof. I thought she would appreciate it. A lot of great poets and writers, Poe and Dequincy for example, have had some of their greatest inspirations when they were high on something or other.

Biba came over to the couch where I was sitting, a little groggy from the booze and the marvelous sea food dinner that she had made for me.

We had been discussing poetry, and she seemed to accept me as an adult.

At seventeen, that's a real compliment, and when she sat down beside me, and I could feel the cushions pressing down under her gentle weight, and the warmth radiating from her thigh as she moved closer, I just sort of opened myself to the experience.

She licked the palm of my hand, having picked it up from my lap.

She sucked each of the fingers into her mouth, and I simply stared at her, getting off on the erotic sensation of the moist mouth that was pulling my fingers deeply into her mouth, tickling them and making me thrill in ways that I never had before.

I moaned, I think, and that's when she knew she had me.

She ran an arm across the back of my shoulders, and I fell against her, the sides of her big warm tits seeming to envelope me and my small, lean body.

She was warm, an earth mother, and I let her press her mouth to my ear and kiss it. I had never felt sensations like this with that boy, and I know I was moaning as her mouth moved down and her fingers worked with the buttons of my blouse.

My tits suddenly felt all constricted inside my blouse, and all I could think about was getting it off! I helped her strip me of it, and I smiled, a slightly hazy smile, I'm sure, as I instinctively reached out and grasped one of her big melons in my eager hands.

Really, I couldn't contain that big boob in one hand, and I got the bright idea of leaning forward and taking what wouldn't fit into my hand into my mouth instead.

Biba, as you can imagine, was absolutely delighted with the way I picked up lesbian love making so quickly.

She practically carried me, moaning and creaming, to the bedroom.

'You're beautiful,' she kept whispering to me as she pulled off my clothes.

I felt like a happy child under her warm, loving hands.

No one had ever touched me like that before, at all the soft, hot, secret places that I knew about but had never shared with anyone before.

She sat me down on the edge of the bed to pull my jeans over my feet, and my legs sagged open, the fragrance of my juicing cunt rising hot and heavy from my slit, even through the crotch of my bikini panties. I knew what I wanted.

So did Biba, and I cried out, throwing my head back and supporting my shivering, trembling torso on the bed with my hands as 1 felt her tongue lashing against the soft, flimsy fabric, soaking it even more.

She opened her mouth wide and seemed to be sucking the juices straight up and out of the fabric.

I eagerly lifted my hips as she worked at the elastic around the top of the panties, and she pulled them down and off of me easily, letting my knees come together for less than a second before she was back in there again, sucking my pussy!

I can't describe to you, since you're a man, what it's like to have a tongue rubbing your clit, or to feel soft lips playing with hot, swollen labia, or to experience soft, sucking over your pussy hole, lifting the cream right out of the depths of your twat. It's indescribable, really, and the first time it happens, well, I know more than my twat was blown.

My mind was blown, too!

I was hooked, soundly, even before the slashing, back-and-forthing of her tongue made my clit jump up and then shudder with an orgasm that was absolutely world-class compared with the little explosions I had coaxed out of my cunt with my fingers up until then.

When she looked up at me, her face wet and shiny with come, her deep, violet eyes hot with lust and emotion, I fell for Biba.

I wasn't trying to make my pretty English prof for a good grade, far from it. I really fell in love with her at first bite, you might say.

She came up onto the bed, pulling off her clothes and climbing up onto me.

I was crushed and happy under the weight of her huge tits and prominent pussy mound.

She rubbed all over me, tit against tit, thigh against thigh, pussy against pussy. If she had been a man, she would have been screwing me that that point, piercing me and making me hurt inside.

But, instead, she was gently caressing my twat with hers, making her super big clit grind against mine, and then easing her hips down so that the little mini-cock could caress my labia, too. Out juices flowed and slathered together, and I sucked her dangling, big mams.

The wetness of her huge, cushioning tits as they popped and slipped from my gasping lips again and again, and the wetness that was pooling between our cunts, and the sweat that was forming between our bellies and on our thighs turned us into a crazy, slippery, sex-moistened lesbian machine, and I cannot begin to count the number of times I came that way, clinging to her lovely body and moaning.

Then she taught me how to lick and nuzzle her cunt, a skill that I am forever grateful for having learned from such a master cunt licker. Or should I say, MISTRESS cunt licker?

In any event, I learned how to make love to her pussy, and for the next months, the early stages of our love affair, I learned all the different ways to slide my tongue into her pussy, and all the ways that she loved to have her clit bud licked and sucked, and the unique, almost unbearable pleasure of feeling the tight pressure of her ass hole muscles clamping down around my roaming tongue.

By the end of one month, we were completely in love.

Biba said that I made her feel young again, although she was hardly old! I felt mature, but still a little insecure. She was older than me, of course, and certainly she could have her pick of women to take into her bed and into her twat as lovers.

But she chose me, and I was determined to make her happy.

When I wasn't studying, working to keep my grades up to her high levels of expectation, I was home, cooking or cleaning, and all the time thinking of new ways to make love to her. It's really funny now that I think about; I remember taking her big, black dog for walks in the evening while she researched her lectures, waiting for Byron to hurry up with his sniffing and exploring so that I could get back to the house and get into bed with Biba!

I never questioned Byron's place in Biba's life. He was just her big, very mean looking house pet as far as I knew.

It wasn't until after I had moved out of the dorm and into her house and had been living there for almost six months that I discovered Byron, the Doberman, was also her 'lover' when I wasn't around.

I didn't walk in on them fucking or anything like that. Oh, no, Biba set me up so that I would be the one to take Byron into my twat when I discovered the dog's true function in the household.

Biba and I had never gone in for dildoes or anything like that. I had told her about my painful experience in having a cock up my pussy, and she sympathized, having been raped when she was quite young. She knew what an unwanted cock can do to woman's pussy. The most that we ever inserted in each others twats were a couple of searching, feminine fingers or a tongue or, once, the neck of wine bottle.

It was that night, in fact, after we had finished the wine and were feeling quite sexy and high, that I was lying in the middle of the living room floor, naked and moaning, as Biba gently worked the neck of the bottle into my twat that I found out what Byron's presence meant to Biba.

'Oh, Caryl, you beautiful girl!' Biba moaned as the soft liquids trickled down the dark green glass, glinting in the firelight. She would work the bottle neck in me a little way and then twist it around, the slick surface, even though it was lubricated with all my juices, dragging and pulling deliciously against the walls of my almost virgin twat. - I love to see you like this,' she sighed, her big tits bouncing under a heavy coral necklace, the only 'clothing' she wore that night. 'All naked and wet and ready for it. Do you like this, having this in your pussy, dear? Does it make you hot?'

'Yes,' I sobbed, my belly tight with an approaching orgasm. I had drunk a lot of wine that night, and for some crazy reason I said exactly what was on my sexed-up mind. I would love to have that bottle right inside of me, fucking me like a cock!'

'Maybe, someday, I'll have something nice for you to take up your cunt,' she smiled down at me, caressing my small, hard nipples with her lips. 'Is your cunt sore, baby, is it tired out, darling? Are you wet enough for it?'

'Mmmm, I would love to feel your tongue on my slit,' I groaned, guilelessly.

Biba and I were in the habit of sucking each other sometimes for hours on end, and I fully expected her to pull the hard glass dildo out of my quim and replace it with her beautiful, cunt-loving face.

But instead, she said, 'I'm a little tired, darling, but I have an idea of what might make you feel good. Would you like to try?'

I feel a little embarrassed about all this, telling you about me and Biba and the dog, so I hope I'm not overcompensating by going into too much detail, but this is exactly the way it happened.

I don't remember being particularly shocked when she whistled and the dog bounded out of his bed in the kitchen and into the living room.

The shock came when I realized that, as she pushed my legs apart and the dog quickly nuzzled down into my pussy, his tongue wagging back and forth even faster than his tail, I realized that Byron KNEW how to lick cunt.

Mine was not the first twat he had licked, I could TELL!

'Biba, oh, Biba, no,' I groaned as I felt her strong hands wrapping around my upper arms, keeping me from sitting up all the way.

I would never fight with the woman I so slavishly loved, and she knew it. Her hands were there to get me in the right position, and to warn me that I should go along with her.

'Biba. oh, Biba, please stop him,' I whispered, and my voice died away in a whisper as I realized my lover had no intention of pulling away the dog who was licking his long, rough tongue all over my soft sex lips, no intention of pulling his nose away from the place it was bumping against my clit, no intention of laughing and saying it was all a bad joke.

I looked up into her face, which was turned towards my cunt and the shiny black animal that was licking my slit.

My lover had her mouth open and she was licking her lips, forming silent 'coos' and moans as she began to get into the sight of my pussy, the lips open and gaping back, being violated by the pink tongue of a hot, black Doberman!

I couldn't believe that the woman who was so cool, so sophisticated in front of her classes, and such a tender, delicate, and considerate lover, was subjecting me to this humiliation, and obviously enjoying it, too.

I could see cunt juices beading on her dangling pussy lips as she knelt beside me, knees parted, and her nipples, close to my face, were rock hard and bulging.

I looked down at the dog again.

Byron was on his belly, and he had draped one of his front legs over the top of my outstretched thigh, just the way he might hold down a bone that he was licking.

But instead, the marrow he was trying to devour was my cunt!

The problem was, you see, that no matter how shocked I was, and how humiliated, the fact of the matter was, that slick, bumpy tongue really knew how to ream pussy.

I could feel the humid beads of sex sweat gathering deep inside my cunt.

Byron was going crazy over the copious wash of juices, and his tail was wagging back and forth like crazy over the carpet, that little stub of a tail making his doggie ass bounce and shiver as he delightedly drank my cunt juices and played with the rigid, spasming nubbin of my clit.

Yes, spasming.

I hate to admit it, but I came after only a few moments of the dog's tongue working at my pussy.

I was coming in spite of myself. I knew it was wrong, and I knew that I should have shook Biba's hands off of my arms and told her to get stuffed, but I didn't.

It was the lewdest sight I had ever seen, although soon Biba would teach me - and the dog - a few tricks that still make me blush. But at the time, the shock, coupled with the expert tongue of the Doberman, made me come hard and frantic.

My ass was bouncing up and down on the carpet, pushing against the dog's face, when I came.

Biba was holding me when I opened my eyes, her torso and arms coming around me from behind, keeping me up steady as the dog never missed a beat in his furious cunt lapping. He was still nuzzling and slurping, and my clit never even got soft between orgasms, because the dog never let up.

Biba was pushing behind me, forcing me to feel the hot, stiff points protruding from the centers of her soft, swollen boobs, forcing her wiry cunt patch against my ass as she lifted me up a little.

I was too weak, too shocked, and a little too ashamed to speak as she started to slip her legs under mine, lifting my ass so that it was cushioned on her lap.

She was leaning back a little, and suddenly, I was sitting on her lap, my legs spread wide over the tops of hers, which were also parted. She was leaning back on her elbows as I lolled on top of her.

Byron's tongue never left my slit until that moment. ... He had ... been shifting around, following the fragrant fruit of my cunt, and now suddenly he had two cunts, one on top of the other!

'Isn't that wonderful?' Biba sighed, breathless as I looked down and was able to see our two cunts at the same time, with the long, point of Byron's sleek black head working at them both.

His red tongue was lashing out over and over again, bringing dollops of sweet cunt sap back to his mouth. He had his hindquarters up in the air now, and he was leaning down in front so that he could work back and forth between the two slits that were offered to him.

'You came, Caryl,' Biba breathed into my ear. 'You can't pretend you didn't enjoy it! I felt you come, and I saw your face! Admit it, it turns you on!'

'You've done this before,' was all I could manage to gulp, my mouth dry and hot.

It seemed at that moment that all the fluids in my body were concentrated and gushing out of my slit, although I would have done anything to make the font of my cunt dry up right then, with Biba accusing me - and rightly so - of having come from the Doberman's expert cunnilingus.

'Yes, I have,' Biba said softly. 'Many times before I met you, I would let the dog lick me. And still sometimes...'

Her voice trailed off as she felt my body stiffen. She grabbed my tits to hold me down.

She thought I was trying to get away from her when I heard that she still used the dog to service her cunt, even when she had me around.

She didn't realize for a second that the stiffening of my back was the first convulsion of an orgasm.

Her admission had made me come!

I opened my eyes, lights still dancing behind them, as the tingles in my body died down. The first thing I saw was the dog wagging its tail and making my cunt a wet, soggy mass of swollen flesh and soaked pubic hair.

'You do like it, darling,' Biba kept telling me. I want you to like it, Caryl, I want to have this with you, darling!'

I nodded my confused head weakly.

I still don't know why, to this day, I didn't protest when she rolled me off her body pausing for just one second to let the dog have a last, long lick at her streaming twat, and then pulled me over to the sofa.

She stood, but I was still on my knees. My memory is still a little foggy, I guess, about it. I think she pulled me up and parted her sex lips, rubbing her cunt into my face. I think I licked it for a while while Byron came up behind me and whimpered and whined, trying to get his head back down in between my legs, and not succeeding too well.

That's when he tried to climb up me, and I screamed, almost biting Biba's cunt, when I felt the stiff shaft of his doggie cock bumping against my buttocks.

It's alright, darling,' Biba kept whispering to me as, somehow, she got me over to the sofa.

'No, like this,' she whispered, kissing me over and over, on my ears and neck and tits, caressing and lulling me as she pulled my elbows and chest over the seat of the sofa.

I was kneeling on the floor, and I rested my exhausted head gratefully on the cushions, panting hard.

I knew my knees were spread pretty far apart, and I knew that my ass cheeks and sex lips were parted. I KNEW what would happen next.

The dog would fuck me.

INTERVIEW TWO The feverish intensity with which Caryl told her story to the interviewer encouraged the researcher to suggest that she stay on for her second interview at that point, rather than break the momentum. He also made a note in his casebook that at that point in her story, the girl was rocking back and forth lightly on the sofa in his office, subtly massaging her genitals as she recalled the events of her first experience with bestiality.)

Yes, I think I would like to continue.

I knew that Biba was pulling Byron up behind me, and I groaned a little, I think, when I felt the cushions on either side of my shoulders being indented with the weight of his paws.

I know I gasped out loud, and then bit my lips, when I felt the red hot peak of his cock burning against my thighs for a moment, and then quickly falling into the valley between my legs.

I guess Biba was holding his cock, because it found its way against the folds of my sex quite quickly.

I could feel the maleness of the animal dallying right around the entrance of my slot.

'Do you want it to happen?' Biba whispered. I want you to feel how nice it is to fucked by something other than a man, darling! I want you to come and come and come, and feel better than you ever have before! But, not unless you want it, too. Do you want Byron to fuck your pussy, darling, do you?'

She spoke low and evenly, like a hypnotist, and I felt my head nodding up and down on the cushion.

I was too shy and too ashamed to admit it, even to her, but I wanted that dog's big animal cock in my little cunt and I wanted it fast!

Biba must have been holding the cock fast, because the moment I nodded my head, I felt the slippery thing move about an inch inside my slit.

I gulped, groaning and gripping the cushions for dear life as another inch of cock pierced me.

A dog's cock is long and tapered, narrow at the tip, unlike a man's penis, which is rather bulbous.

A dog's cock is exactly the right shape for slipping into a young, under-fucked cunt like mine, because the tip pressed ahead easily, letting the thicker shaft follow its lead once it's already working up into the cunt passage.

Later, not that night, but soon after, I was to learn that the unique shape of a dog's cock is perfect for piercing a virgin ass hole, too.

But I want to tell all this in the right order.

Right then, I had about half a cuntful of dog cock, and I was moaning, feeling the outer petals of my sex screaming as the thick base of his cock approached them.

My cunt flesh was being peeled back and away by Biba, who was anxiously caressing the thin membranes of sex flesh, feeling the way they were being pierced by the dog's cock over and over again as she helped the animal rear back and shove in, rear back and shove in, over and over again, until he had worked inch after thick inch into my cunt, and was slowly building up enough moisture on his cock from my streaming cunt hole to make the fucking motion easier, He was fucking me, that Doberman had his cock inside me and was fucking me! He was moving fast, picking up speed as his hips humped against mine.

The flesh of my ass was tingling where his deep, plush coat scratched my flesh.

The red, plumped up lips between my legs trembled every time his balls touched them on his inward strokes.

But most of all, the inside of my cunt passage was responding to his fuck pole in a way it had never responded to a finger or a tongue.

The dog's cock was filling me up, showing me that my cunt was deeper and hungrier than I had thought, and that cock was a good way to satisfy the deep cravings.

Byron's cock was getting bigger all the time it seemed to me, and later Biba told me that was so, that as the dog got closer to coming, his already stiff and big cock somehow managed to swell out a little bit more, blowing up it seemed to press out every last wrinkle, every last recess in my cunt.

Biba was leaning down beside me, her ecstatic face pressed close to my thigh. I could feel her breath, and I knew that her nose couldn't have been more than an inch or two from the place where Byron's cock was plunging into my clit.

I looked back over my shoulder, my eyes open only halfway.

Suddenly my eyes bulged.

Biba had her right hand down between her legs, playing with her cunt lips and pulling the big, fat petal down hard and sharp, but the shocking thing was the placement of her face.

I saw my lover's tongue slip between her pretty lips and slash across Byron's little testicles!

I couldn't say a word as I saw her move around a little so that she could get better access to the animal's hindquarters.

Then she began to lick the base of his plunging, slamming cock, moistening it!

The dog whimpered a little as he looked down in surprise too, at the sensation of a tongue working on his shaft.

He stopped humping as Biba ran her tongue up and down, making the dog's half-embedded tool even wetter than before. ,1 could feel my cunt muscles clutching and churning around his meat now that he was still, and I began to appreciate the sensation that was so new to me.

I think that's what Biba had in mind.

In a moment, the woman lessened her cock contact and Byron began to hump into me again. He turned back and pressed his narrow dog's chest close against my back as he began to fuck me with renewed vigor.

I turned my face to the pillows, but could still hear his animal breath panting in my ears. I cringed when I felt his right paw graze my shoulder and then come down hard on it, conquering me like a wild creature.

I felt tugging at my slit, and looked down over my left shoulder.

Biba was pushing a finger into my cunt channel, feeling the slick in and out progress of Byron's prick in my hole, as if she wanted to make sure that the thing was really fucking me.

'It's inside you,' she hissed. 'The dog is fucking you, Caryl, and you wanted it to happen, say it! Say that you wanted it!'

T... I...' I began, my head swimming as I felt her fingers rummaging about in my slit. She was diddling at my clit, pulling at it and making it stand up hard and aching. It was wet, everything was wet and swollen and red between Byron's cock and my pussy.

T want it,' I moaned, the words turning me on all the more. I lay there, doctor, with a dog's cock plunging in and out of me, poking and screwing me and standing on top me, telling the woman I loved that I wanted it, that I wanted the dog to fuck me with his big red cock.

I lay there and let it happen, and I came. I CAME UNTIL I THOUGHT I WOULD DIE.

But I didn't die of course. The spasms in my slit made Byron come, though, and within seconds after I felt my muscles seizing up and my womb pressing down on my little, pointy knob, I felt the hole of his cock opening up and filling my body with juices, deep from the pit of the dog's balls.

I actually let a dog COME inside me, doctor!

It seemed to take a while for Byron to climb down off of me. I think Biba actually had to pull his cock out of my slot, I soon realized that the Doberman was able to come several times in an evening, and when he was alone with Biba, he was used to staying inside her cunt and fucking her two or three times before she was satisfied.

But that special evening, Biba let him and me off easy.

She helped me up and to bed, my knees bent out slightly painfully and my pussy sore as hell, unused to that sort of activity.

Pretty soon, though, I got very used to feeling Byron's cock in my cunt.

Biba, you see, liked to watch me get his prick in my cunt.

I went along with her, although I curse myself sometimes for being so weak-willed.

It was a dilemma. I knew that it was wrong, that there was something weird about needing and wanting to fuck a dog, but I was unwilling to say that to Biba, because I loved her.

I was also unwilling to give up something that felt as good as Byron's cock in my slit!

So, I decided to keep my mouth shut on the subject, although it wasn't long before Biba was convincing me to open my mouth for something else.

You see, she wasn't content to just let me have Byron's tongue in my slit, or to take his cock up my hole.

No, she wanted to watch me suck him, too, and I did.

She didn't broach the subject for several weeks after the first incident, when she had the dog lick and fuck me the first time. About two or three times in the weeks in between, she had the dog join us in bed, and I had the privilege of watching Byron fuck my beautiful lover from behind, just as he had me, but instead of playing with my own cunt, the way Biba had that time, I added a variation that convinced my lover that I was as turned on by the scene as she was.

I crawled around to the head of the bed and shoved my cunt and ass into her face and demanded that she lick my pussy and my ass crease while the dog fucked her.

Yeah, now that I think about it, maybe I was just as turned on as she was.

Still, I was determined that fucking the dog shouldn't become the major focus of our lesbian affair. I loved her tongue much better than the dog's and I would have traded all of old Byron for one gentle kiss from Biba.

And I knew that I would do anything for her, so when the time came for her to suggest that I suck the dog - and I knew the suggestion had to come sooner or later - I resigned myself to it.

Biba always washed Byron's doggie cock when she was planning something for the three of us, and I merely took a deep breath as she positioned the dog over me on the bed, pulling him over so that his back legs straddled my head and his nose was pointing down into my crotch.

I wrapped my arms around the dog's flanks and pulled him down a little as Biba lifted my head slightly. The smell of my cunt made his cock poke out from the thick, hairy covering over his prick head, and I carefully touched my tongue to the protruding pink tip.

I felt the dog growl pleasurably in the back of his throat as he began to lick my slit. I gasped at the sensation of his cold nose on my hot slit, and I felt myself automatically press down on the bed with my heels, lifting my cunt to his face.

His cock poked out further now, and I was able to run my tongue all the way around the first inch of it. Now a whole two inches was poking down into my face, and I opened my mouth and slipped it inside.

No one taught me how to suck cock, I just learned from the way Byron growled or whimpered and humped his hips. When he fucked my face furiously, all I could do was let my lips part as wide as possible and let Biba steady my head with her hands.

I almost gagged when his come spurted into my throat, there was so much of the thin, creamy stuff trying to flood into my belly.

Biba pushed the dog away from my red face, and the last drop that fell from his rod slathered over my face.

She licked them off as she climbed on top of me, humping her hips against mine.

My cunt was so worked up from the excitement of the dog's tremulous cunt licking and the taste of his jism that I came within seconds.

Yes, I have to admit it, in the name of honesty: I liked the taste of his come.

'I knew you would like it,' Biba breathed as she dry fucked me with her cunt, almost as if she could read my mind.

It was about a year ago, doctor, that I came home from my classes one afternoon to find two black Dobermans frolicking around in the front yard. At that point, I was still a little numb about the whole thing, fucking the dog and all.

The easiest way to deal with it was not to think about and simply go along with it.

I felt my heart beating kind of wildly, though, when I walked into the house and called out to Biba that I was home.

'In here, darling,' she cried from the bedroom.

I got the shock of my life when I walked into MY bedroom and found MY lover naked and crawling all over another woman!

Of course, that's just the problem. I am Biba's lover, if you get the picture, the same way the house is her house, and not mine.

So, when Biba's attitude of smiles and charm told me that I should smile and be charming, I did it, although I didn't want to.

The naked woman with the long, curly red hair was named Bobbi. She turned out to have been one of Biba's college professors.

I would guess that she was a well preserved forty-two or so.

Jesus, did her eyes light up when she saw me! Biba asked me to call in Byron and the other dog, who was Bobbi's companion, because it was getting dark, I felt a little funny about turning my back on that woman who was watching me and licking her lips.

When she had kissed me hello, as coolly as anything, I had felt her tongue playing around on my lips, and her tits pushing hard into my arm.

She and Biba waited until I got the dogs settled down with a little dinner, though, before they jumped me.

I knew that Biba expected me to make love with this woman. Jesus, when you come home and find your lover sucking another woman's cunt, you can either join in or get out, right? So I joined in and smiled about it.

They had been drinking, and I quickly caught up with them, downing a big martini while the two women stripped me of my clothes. Biba kissed my tits and Bobbi got down on the floor and worked her expert lasher into my box. She was good at it, licking cunt that is, but I just kept drinking.

I think my lack of enthusiasm was bothering Biba. After all, she was offering me as her property to this other woman, her old friend and lover, and I wasn't responding the way Biba wanted me to.

That's when I saw the fire in her eyes, and felt her teeth clamp down kind of hard on my tits, but I just smiled sweetly at her.

That made her really angry, but she was determined not to show Bobbi what was wrong. Instead she lifted her old friend to her feet and then pushed me over to the bed. I held my drink carefully so that it wouldn't spill.

I guessed that Biba was going to make me eat out her friend or something, but instead she called to Byron, and both big black dogs came bounding into the bedroom.

T should have explained, Bobbi,' Biba smiled as snapped her fingers to Byron, 'that little Caryl needs to have a special warm up when she gets laid, because she used to be frigid.'

I couldn't believe the line of bullshit that Biba was handing the woman, but I couldn't interject. I was the odd woman out, no matter what happened, unless I was willing to play by Biba's rules, And now Biba was pulling Byron onto the bed.

Bobbi simply nodded her head in silent understanding of my 'problem.'

With three fragrant cunts in the room, Byron was pretty turned on, and his cock was working in and out of his sheath even before he got his muzzle in my slit.

Bobbi was oohing and aahing as she watched the expert tonguing the dog was giving me, seeing the way my little clit poked up hard and solid out of the soft flesh, but she imperiously told Biba that Spartacus, her Doberman, had a much bigger cock.

'Look,' she said.

We all looked over the side of the bed to see the other Doberman jumping up and down, the aroma a pussy filling his nostril and making his cock puff up hard and eager to fuck.

It was several inches longer than Byron's prick, and I could feel my cunt automatically swelling and flooding as I imagined getting inside my twat.

Biba had the same idea, but she was angry at me, remember, and I should have known better than to follow her instructions when she told me to sit and try to take the dog's cock in my pussy.

'Sometimes I think cock is what she really craves, anyway,' Biba told Bobbi. That was too much.

'That's not true,' I wailed, 'and you know all I want is to please YOU!'

'Prove it to me, darling,' she drawled. 'Climb up on Spartacus' cock and fuck it!'

I got the impression from the heated and glowing look on the two women's faces that they would have tied me to the bed and forced the cock into my snatch if I had refused.

But I wasn't about to refuse!

I started to roll over, pushing Byron's nose out of my slit, and picking my hips up in the air, but Biba stopped me.

'No, I think it's best if you get on top of him,' she said, standing up to make room for the big dog. I watched as she and Bobbi helped the black dog roll onto its back, feet bent and pointing straight up, his hard, eight inches of dog cock jutting up over his belly.

'Climb on,' Biba ordered.

I know that I was blushing, practically crying from humiliation.

My cunt was wet, and I clenched all the muscles in my thighs and ass as I climbed over the top of the dog and positioned my cunt over the stiff prong.

I held my cunt lips open with one hand and used the other to direct his meat into my pussy.

I closed my eyes tightly as I let my weight push the dog's dong high in my cunt passage.

'Now fuck it!' Biba cried, slapping my ass cheeks and making me jump.

I reared up on his cock at the spank, and Biba pushed me down. 'Keep doing the way I showed you, fuck him!'

I fell forward, my hands landing on either side of the dog's chest. I opened my eyes, but all I saw was the animalistic grin on the dog's barred teeth and lips, and I closed them as I used my hands to push myself up and down on his dick, humping him.

'Not too fast!' Biba warned me. I don't want him to come too soon!'

'Oh, Spartacus can fuck all night!' the other English teacher boasted.

I sobbed inwardly as his big pink cock tore at the tender flesh of my twat. His cock was so big!

I felt twenty female fingers poking around at my pussy, feeling the place where his cock was skewering me. My clit was a little dry, and they chaffed my sensitive bud until I thought I would die from the combined discomforts of a too full twat and too dry passage.

Biba didn't want the punishment to stop there, although I thought she was having some mercy on me when she got a tube of lubricating jelly and squeezed a big dollop of the stuff against my pussy.

I groaned with relief as the women rubbed it all over my cunt and Spartacus' cock.

Biba pushed a little of the stuff into my ass hole, feeling the way the tiny passage was made even tighter by the pressure of the big dog cock up my cunt.

I didn't know, however, that she was also lubricating Byron's cock as well.

I didn't notice until I felt the other dog being pulled onto the bed behind me.

I felt weight shifting around, and I started to look back, but the weight of Byron's front feet on my back pushed me down hard onto the other Doberman's chest.

'Hey, what are you doing!' I cried, but I couldn't defend myself, doctor, even though I knew when I felt my ass cheeks being pried open what was about to happen.

I knew that Biba was going to punish me with the dog's cock.

I simply groaned and sobbed, my face pressed into the ribs of the big, black dog whose cock filled my pussy, when I felt the hot, narrow tip of Byron's cock being introduced into my virgin ass hole.

What good was there in screaming or twisting away? I had already been defiled in every conceivable way. With that huge, come-hungry dog on top of me, I knew that I would be facing the canines' wrath , as well as Biba's, if I somehow managed to get away from the bed.

But that was impossibility.

I concentrated on making my sphincter muscles loosen, so that it wouldn't hurt too much.

It did, though, it hurt like hell.

My cunt was so full of cock that my ass hole was pushed and narrowed anyway.

I could feel my soft flesh practically tearing open with the pain and the defilement of it. I was sweating like hell, drenched and in agony.

Bobbi was kneeling at the head of the bed now, and I groggily opened my eyes. In my state of pain and dejection, I assumed that she was going to add to my degradation in some way. I almost opened my mouth, expecting her to shove her pussy into my face as Biba pushed down on the whimpering dog's rump, urging his cock deep and high in my butt.

But instead Bobbi was holding something out to me, a little glass vial. I looked at blankly until she snapped the slender tube in half and brought it right under my nose.

'Breath,' she told me, her hot, hard nipples dangling close to my face.

The sweet, cutting edge of amyl nitrate filled my nose for the first time.

My head was swimming, and my eyes watered as the stuff seemed to thickly fill my lungs with a burning, captivating aroma and sensation.

My cunt began to sweat; even my ass hole seemed to be producing its own moisture, because suddenly it was opening, and suddenly the passage was getting easier, and suddenly Byron was humping all of his hot, wonderful cock deep into my rectum.

'Oh, yeah, fuck me,' I groaned out loud, shocking Biba, I'm sure as I began to thrust my hips up and down, back and forth, coordinating the two canine fuckers so that we were moving as one, sweaty, sexy animal body.

Did I come, you asked? Oh, yes. Sorry I went quiet there for a moment, but I was just remembering that sensation of being so filled, and being so dirty and horny.

Nothing like that has happened to me since.

Biba wasn't pleased, you see, that I actually enjoyed the 'torture' she was putting me through. She wanted fucking to hurt me, but she failed, because it was good.

Now, ever since, having just one cock in my cunt doesn't seem to be enough for me.

But having even one canine cock is more than enough when I start to feel guilty about it. Biba looks at me so accusingly, you see, like I'M the one who fucked up our affair, like I'm the one who got hooked on dogs first, like I'M the one to blame for my addiction to dogs.

Sometimes, I think she's right, but right now, I'm not so sure.

Maybe I should move out on my own. What do you think, doctor? (Caryl L.'s interviewer did not record his response to Caryl's questions.)

CASE HISTORY FOUR

SUBJECT: MINDY M. AGE: EIGHTEEN

INTERVIEW ONE

Mindy is the only woman interviewed for the Harding Files for this series of case studies of women who love animals who was sought out by the team. Her notorious punk rock acts in the New York clubs have made her famous for a brand of outrageousness which has made her a media super star in the insulated and sex-crazed world of the underground clubs and music halls. The fact that she always uses at least one exotic animal on stage in her band, usually a snake, but often a brightly colored parrot or a small, wild feline, tipped our researchers off to the idea that her affection for these animals might be more than skin deep, more than just a shock-value effect.

We were correct. Mindy's interviewer made the following illuminating notes after her first interview whish should help to describe at least part of the young rock and roll star's personality. "Miss M. arrived at the research headquarters at least two hours after her scheduled appointment, gushing through carmined lips that she had been held up at the tailors' shop. She was wearing the garment in question, a perfectly fitted black leather jump suit which curved tightly from neck to ankle over her tall, 5' 9", frame. It was obvious from the cut of the suit that the large, erect-nippled mounds of her breasts were naked within the animal skin; the girl's mons venus must have been clean-shaven, for the smooth line of leather that curved under her belly and between her legs was absolutely straight. The zipper of the garment was partially undone, dipping down between her big breasts, flaunting their feminine sexuality. Large gold loops pierced her ears, perfectly visible because of her tight, skull-cap haircut, probably no more than a half-inch long anywhere on her handsome head. High-heeled, low-ankled boots, the type usually associated with the female members of S&M clubs, completed the outfit. She lounged casually back on the sofa in the interviewing room, her long legs lolling open obviously working for the shock effect; the zipper of her jump suit terminated far behind the curve of her genitals. She was 'on stage' for most of the interview."

Ya all caught my act at the Ritz, right?

Pretty boss, don'tcha think? Yeah, I'm pretty proud of it. I got just the right mix of cock and cunt on stage, don'tcha think, with a girl drummer and a couple of guys on guitar?

I write all the songs myself. I'm a poet; I get my inspirations when I'm dreaming or when I'm fucking or getting blown, you know.

Sex is really gear for getting those creative juices flowing.

I know- you didn't get me in here just cause you bossed out on my act. I know you all sneak around inside peoples' heads here, and your guy who came down to the club to talk to me was pretty up-front.

I know you want to talk about Tasha, my cobra, and probably the parrot, Sidney, and that little creep, Benja, the ocelot.

I call him a creep cause you should see what the little fucker did to my LAST leather suit.

Shred-city, I'm telling ya.

See, the thing is this. When he gets turned on, you know horny, he gets a little mean sometimes.

Yeah, I make it with all of them, in my own way. It's gear.

Before I got it with the animals, I tried all kinds of other, normal kinds of sex, you know, orgies, and chicks, and pick-ups on the streets and in the clubs, and lots with drugs and booze and all that normal shit.

But I always felt sort of, well, unfulfilled afterwards. I been screwing since I was thirteen, and I guess I done everything there is, and it gets kind of boring after five years.

Besides, like I always thought of myself like Rima, you know, the jungle girl.

I used all my acts, when I started out in the scene in New York, in a leopard suit, really short and tight, and torn all over.

You could see my cunt when I leaned over and it used to ride up, and my ass showed, too. Lots of times when I got to dancing real hard, my tits would be flying all over the place, and they would pop out. I never told nobody, but I think that leopard suit had a lot to do with my absolutely phenomenal rise stardom in this city.

Oh, look, I know you don't think of me like a star or nothing; guys like you got to see a chick on the tube before you start having wet dreams about her. But in this city, downtown in the village and on the east side, there isn't a punk, male or female, who wouldn't cut off an ear to get into Mindy M's box.

It's the truth, and I still make it with a couple of blokes and chicks every week, I guess.

But, it's them wild animals that I'm into now.

Ya know, like only a couple of people REALLY know about it, like this snake lady I picked up in a lezzie bar last week, but like I know the way I turn on stage with Tasha really works everybody up Like, I KNOW they gotta be wondering about me and that snake And, I know they ain't thinking anything that ain't probably happened with me and old Tasha.

The first time I went on stage with Tasha, she was a just a little like prop I picked up in the village. Some guy with a kinda little dong but a big heart gave her to me as a present for giving him such a super blow job.

When I'm sucking cock, I just think that I'm eating an ice cream cone, and I lick it top to bottom, and I swirl my tongue all over the tip, and hold onto the balls with my hands, and I lick up every little drip of come when it spunks out.

Yeah, I love to eat that meat, human and animal, I guess. But mostly with animals, I get into the sensual part of it, all the touching and stroking I can do to them, and them to me.

Back to my story of the first time with Tasha at the Ritz. Like, I had her wrapped around my neck when I came out on stage, and I thought it would be really neat to make like she could hear me and talk to me, and like I was her best friend, cause we came from the same jungle or something.

I started to sing, and my band was really humming right along, and I heard some guy out in the audience yell out, 'Is it alive, Mindy?'

'Too fucking right!' I yelled back at him when the song was over, and like I picked her up and uncoiled her from around my neck, and held her up by the neck - I guess snakes got necks, don't they? - and started sticking my tongue out at her, trying to get her worked up.

Well, she's a little trooper, and her tongue started darting out at me, and the crowd up front was cheering, and we kept it up for a long time.

I always get turned on on stage, most performers do. Like, my cunt gets good and wet, I guess cause I'm an exhibitionist, at heart, ya know? So, when that little bugger's tongue kinda brushed mine now and then, like I was getting these chills all up and down me.

Jesus, I was getting hot under those lights.

Tasha was sort of kissing me, and it felt real great.

Finally, I got on with the act, looping Tasha back around my neck. But, she was all excited from the lights and noises, I guess, cause she wouldn't sit still like before we went on stage.

She started crawling all over me.

She's kinda big for a little snake, you know. Like, before I saw her, I always thought snakes was sort of slimy and gooey and junk like that, but she's real smooth and dry and warm, and her eyes aren't mean, except when she's eatin' a mouse of some delicious variety. Naw, I liked her from the start, even though I knew she would gross out most of the audience.

That's the idea, though, ain't it I kept looping her back while I was singing, and she kept crawling' down my body when I sang. Like, later, after I did some research into the matter, I found out that snakes like to hide in warm, dark places, so I know that she was just tryin' to get away from the noise and the smoke, but to everybody else, and to me, too, it seemed like that bitchin' snake was tryin' to fuck me or something.

She kept slithering down into my top, right between my tits, and another time she got most of the way down my body and started to climb up under my skirt, her little head getting right into crotch.

I always wear a mini-skirt on stage, if not less, so everybody could see that her head was poking between my legs.

I couldn't like blush or nothing, cause I'm supposed to be really cool and all, so I just let her do it a little before I pulled her out.

I made this big 'Ooooh' noise to the crowd, like I was coming or something jerking my hips around and humping my hips and ass, and clutching at my tits, which they really liked It was supposed to look like me pulling their balls, you know, camping it up and acting silly and horny on purpose.

Like, I don't think nobody realized that I was really turning on.

Yeah, I was just this close to coming from that little sucker slithering around my cunt and tits.

I pulled her up and shoved her into a box on the side of the stage.

I'm an artist, man, and I had to protect the integrity of my performance.

I made sure, though, that I had her in my taxi when I took off for home, though.

This really good-looking couple wanted to take me home with them, this little chick with blonde hair and really huge knockers, and this tall black stud with the meanest looking bulge in his leathers that I'd seen in long time. They kept sliding up beside me backstage, and the girl would let her titties rub against my side, and the guy was just gently 'accidentally' brushing his cock against my ass every chance he got - yeah, everybody in the scene knows I'm into that stuff, guys and chicks.

Jesus, everybody is, ain't they?

But, I just couldn't get my mind off that little snakey tongue. I knew that I could lay a girl and guy any time of the day I wanted, but I knew that my mood might not include snakes the next day, and I REALLY wanted to try it.

I really felt like the jungle girl when I got home, you know.

I got my clothes off super fast, and I made a big drink for myself. I gulped it down, and I felt that good, hot, sticky sensation getting even stronger between my legs when I stared at the box Tasha was in.

My clit was popping in and out of its hood, just like Tasha's tongue in fact, when I took the lid off of her box and carried her into the bedroom.

She's really heavy and warm, about as big around as the biggest cock I ever had in my pussy, with this little head and high cheek bones and long, skinny tail.

She's warm and kind of golden colored with spots and splotches.

I tell you all this so that you can imagine what it looked like when I lay down on my big king-sized bed and put her on my belly, and started to stoke her on my naked skin I haven't got no pussy hair - I have it off every other day to keep it really smooth - and I don't let my hair get long, ever, so you can imagine what we looked like, both practically hairless, and me with just nipples and gold earrings breaking up the pattern. Horny, huh?

Oh, yeah, like my pussy lips would have been hanging out, all red and wet and big, and my hole sort of open and juicing, cause I parted my legs almost immediately I wasn't sure quite what would happen, so I just stroked the snake, and she kind of coiled and drifted up and down my chest. I wrapped her around my left boob real tight for minute, and that felt good, and my nipples got really hot and hard and red.

I licked the fingers on one hand and used them to squeeze my nipples for a while. That always turns me on.

I got this reputation for being a really hot lay, and I guess I am. Lots of times I come the minute I get a cock up my snatch, but I also like all that touching and stuff, which is why I turn on to chicks when I meet a hot, good-looking pussy, and this snake was sliding all over me, just like a girl's fingers.

I brought my fingers down then and put 'em between my legs and felt how hot and big my clitty was.

Jesus, it felt good, like I hadn't come in years. I was tingling and juicing like crazy, and I started to rub my slit good and fast.

I shoved a couple of fingers into my hole, and it was gigantic. I was shaking and moaning, I guess, and the snake wanted to see what was so funny. I think I probably screamed the moment she slithered down between my legs.

Her body was so huge and warm and dry, it felt like a cock bumping along my slit.

'Ohh, yeah ' I kept moaning. She was rubbing down over my belly, and I kept pulling her back every time she started to get away, forcing her to slide over my slit valley all the time.

Her belly was all wet with my cunt juices, and she would trail it over my tummy whenever I pulled her back.

Like, I just kept looking down between my legs, and seeing this SNAKE, for God's sake, jerking me off! I think I came the first time just from the sheer craziness of it.

It was the wildest thing ever, to have that snake in my slit, and I think when I came, the first time, I was sort of pushing against her big, soft body, grinding her gently against my clit.

Really, my love button was so big and hard that it didn't take much.

I was in another world when I came to. It was like I found my perfect sex mate!

I gripped my legs together, catching Tasha there, and sort of squeezing. I didn't want to hurt her, of course, but I knew that I could come again.

I can come over and over when I get really turned on, and this snake was like having the equivalent of dozen cocks at my disposal, and like I didn't have to bother with getting HER off. I could concentrate on my own rocks.

Which is exactly what I did. I gripped my tits and lifted them up to my mouth, which always turns me on. I think it's sooooo dirty to suck your own titties, don't you?

And, my nipples were so hard, it was great. I opened my mouth really wide and started to suck, and just squeezed that pretty snake against my slit until I came.

Jesus, it was great. I can remember just how it felt, and boy, but my cunt is hotting up when I talk about it. (Interviewer's note: Mindy's tight leather outfit was straining even more closely as her breasts and pubis began to swell with arousal. A total exhibitionist with little or no respect for the restraints of polite society, she casually let her hand drop down into the vee between her legs, and she caressed her pouting sex lips throughout the rest of the interview.)

Well, the second and third orgasms I had that way were good, no, great!

Then, I got this great idea I ran out to the kitchen and got some raw hamburger meat, still clutching poor tired Tasha in my hand.

I like didn't wait to get out of the kitchen before I started rubbing it all over my tits and cunt. I lay back on the kitchen table and let her go to work on me.

Her forked tongue started darting all over me, gathering up that raw meat, and I was sobbing when she was licking at my tits, it felt so good!

By the time she got to my cunt, God, I was screaming and crying for it. I had rubbed the meat all over my clit and labia, and she was lashing it up with her little tongue.

A snake's tongue is real small, of course, but it sure is fast!

She had all the meat lapped up in a couple of minutes. That scene was so crazy that I didn't even come; I was too excited to come!

Then, I got the best idea yet. I shoved a load of the meat up my snatch hole!

You grossed out? You sure are cool. I bet if you weren't the interviewer and I weren't your pervert subject, you'd be all over me. Jesus, can't you see how hot my pussy is? I bet if that tape recorder weren't going, you'd have that big, hungry dick of yours right up my cunt hole in no time flat.

Hey, this is supposed to be the honest truth, yes? Well, the honest truth is that I fell I gotta jerk off. Okay with you, Sigmund? (Interviewer's note: At this point in the interview, Miss M. unzipped her leather jump suit all the way below her groin. The great strain that her full breasts and hips put on the thin material made the suit gape open, totally revealing her erect nipples and engorged clitoris and labia. She snickered at her interviewer's distress as she plunged three sharp, red fingernails into her wet vagina and began to jerk the fingers of that hand back and forth, using her other hand to manipulate her extremely large and erect clitoris.)

Ahhh, that's better.

Well, I had this pussy hole full of meat, so what do you think she did next ? You got it. The little fucker began to dart her tongue all around my hole, and then she discovered that the good, meaty aroma was coming from inside this little tunnel. I didn't have to hold her anymore, cause she knew what to do to get the meat she craved. I used both hands to pull my pussy flesh back.

That made my clit all nice and hot, from the pressure, and my cunt hole sort of pulled open, too, so that Tasha could slide her tongue right into me.

Jesus, it was like fire!

Of course, I had pushed a whole mess of that meat into my slit, and she was going crazy trying to get at it with her tongue. I think I came three or four times while she was pushing around at my cunt hole.

Then she got up her little snakey nerve and shoved her head into the hole!

Christ, did I come!

I tried to hold back, cause I knew that she would get scared when she felt my cunt muscles closing and opening and pushing down on her, but I couldn't hold back at all.

She pulled her head out, but the smell of the meat was too tantalizing, I guess.

She rubbed it right back in, and this time she got a couple inches of her big, fat neck into my box.

I was sopping wet, and her body felt about ten inches around. I've measured her since. At that point, she's about seven inches round there.

I came and I came and I... God, look how wet I am! Jesus, I looking like I'm peeing on your couch.

What was I saying? Oh yeah, that I couldn't stop.... stop....

COMING! Oh, God, I'm COMING!!!!!

INTERVIEW TWO Mindy seemed able to drop some of her "on stage" attitude for her second interview. She wore a simple mini-skirt and tee-shirt, and much less make-up.)

Hi, honey, how ya doin'?

I made sure I jerked off just before I got here, so that I wouldn't have to do it and make you blush again! Really sorry about that, honey, but I got soooo juiced up I couldn't help myself.

So, anyway, now you know all about me and Tasha, and how I got it on with the snake that first time.

I started taking her up on stage with me for all my shows after that, and that's when people started like making gifts to me of all these strange animals. The parrot is absolutely great, by the way, for playing with my titties. She thinks they're cranberries or something.

I love the way she clamps her beak down and tried to twist them off a little, and her big claws push into my skin and make these funny marks all over me. She starts to flap her wings all over the place.

I guess you can guess that I'm a little into S&M, huh?

It's like a fact of life in the punk scene, you know? Like, I can come on real strong with a girl, and almost sort of seduce her, although I know that she's been with probably a thousand different cocks, and she's only seventeen or something, but we all get off on the power trip.

Sometimes, I get off on being the one who gets it, but most of the time, I'm the aggressive one. It's part of my persona, you know?

But when I met Carla, the cat lady, it was definitely an S&M trip and I was the 'M' for sure!

I had seen her at most of my shows at the clubs in the city, and she was always in the front, watching me.

I liked her hair, it was real long and streaked all different browns and golds and reds. Most of the others wear all this crazy color in their hair, pinks and blues, but Carla looked like an animal with those colors. And she always wears leather, and she's super-thin, with sinews instead of curves.

Like a big cat.

The first time I talked to her at the bar, and she bought me a drink, I knew that I wanted to make it with her. I had never seen her with a bloke, so I knew that she had to be a lezzie, or bi, like me.

It didn't occur to me until I got home with her, to her apartment, and we had been making out for a while, just sucking on each other's tongues and tits for the longest time, and I suddenly saw Benja out of the corner off my eye, it wasn't until then that I realized that Carla sort of knew what I was getting into off stage.

'Jesus, what's that?' I cried, pulling back from her on the sofa, my naked tit popping right out of her mouth. 'What is that animal in the corner!?'

She smiled at me, showing even, white teeth between her red, swollen lips. 'That's a jungle cat, darling, an ocelot, an animal, a cat, like me... like you.'

Her slipped up under my skirt and started playing really hard with my cunt through my string bikinis while I watched the sleek, speckled animal stand up and stretch its legs and back and start to saunter over to us.

I guess I was stiffening a little, but Carla laughed and shoved a finger around the elastic of my panties and right into my sopping hole, holding me down.

'He's as gentle as a kitten,' she purred into my ear, watching the way I was watching the cat and getting off on my surprise. 'Like a kitten, that is, when he gets his way.' She laughed as she shoved another finger into my box and I moaned.

I looked back down at her, and I knew that she knew. She knew that I could see the dangling sheath of the cat's cock under its belly, and she knew I was getting the picture.

She knew that I would make it with her jungle animal, if she wanted me to.

'You're crazy, you know that?' I breathed as I kissed her deeply, and then leaned back on the sofa to have her strip my skirt and panties off. 'You're sick...' 1 smiled as I saw her pull a studded leather dog collar out of the drawer of the table next to us. 'You're as sick as I am,' I smiled as she clamped it around my neck.

I sat up a little, looking into a mirror over our heads, across the room.

I could see my reflection, and the reflection of the animal. He wore a collar just like mine as he slunk over to the sofa, pushing his face first between Carla's legs and then between mine.

I felt the scrape of his hard, bristly whiskers against my thighs, and I looked down to see him sniffing at my sexed up, naked box. I wasn't scared, just turned on to have him suddenly open his mouth and lash a big, pink tongue into my slit.

1 didn't get scared until I suddenly felt my hands being twisted behind me and something being wrapped around them.

Carla shoved her knee into the small of my back, sending me sprawling face down on the sofa as she quickly buckled the shackles behind my back!

'Hey, you bitch!' I screamed, trying to get up. But she was strong, and I was floundering on my belly as she pinned me down with her knees, laughing.

The cat was interested in all this tussling, and I could hear low, animal sounds coming from deep inside his throat. I could see him pacing back and forth in front of the sofa, only a foot away from me, when Carla, the animal lover, reached down to him, shoving her cunt-scented fingers in front of his face, and he came to a stand-still.

She was cooing and purring to him as she let his tongue slather up the juices. 'He likes the way you taste, baby,' she moaned.

Then she ran her other hand under his stomach, her right knee still pressing painfully into my back.

I gulped when I saw her grab hold of his prick. It was hard and poking down already, probably from that lick at my box and the taste of my juices on her fingers. He obviously knew that the smell of sex meant he was going to get his rocks off!

About two feet from my mouth, which was pouring out the foulest words I could think of, calling her a cunt and a whore and a bitch and sadist, all of which she agreed with, I saw her start to jerk that animal's cock back and forth, making it even longer and harder than before.

It was pink and smooth looking, quick different from the mottled golden fur on his back. It looked about a big as a man's dong, even though the cat was no bigger than, say, a cocker spaniel.

'In the jungle,' Carla moaned to me as she caressed that huge cock lovingly, licking her lips, 'the cats need a big cock to make sure they deliver their spunk deep into their mate's womb. See the way the tip of his prick is so pointy and shaped like a spear? That's so the cock will stay deep in her hole, deep in the she-cat's cunt, until he has had his fill of her, until he creams up her cunt, and fills her with sperm...'

She kept talking like that, about the animal's cock and balls and my cunt, and how good it was going to feel all full of cat cock and sperm, and how it would make me come. She took one hand away from the cat's prick and brought her fingers to my snatch and frigged it.

I was even wetter than before, and she laughed with delight.

'You want it, I didn't have to force you, baby,' she cooed, shoving high and deep and making me groan as I shoved my hips up to meet her straining fingers. 'But just to make sure...'

The cat growled when she let go of his cock and quickly gripped my ankles, jerking my legs as she wrenched the ankle nearest the edge of the couch down over the side and gathered up a cord which was tied to the leg of the sofa.

I guess I wasn't the first person she's strapped to that couch, cause she was fast and nimble with the rope, barely giving me time to catch my breath before I had one leg strapped to the leg of the sofa. She was holding onto the other ankle and beckoning to the cat.

The ocelot knew what to do.

He practically flew onto the cushions between my parted legs, and I felt the sharpness of his claws and the softness of the pads of his feet climbing up my back.

'Don't struggle,' Carla said matter-of-factly, 'if you value your skin.'

I wasn't about to struggle with that jungle cat on my back... and with my cunt all juiced up and hungry for cock. 'Put him in me!' I gasped.

Carla laughed and gripped my hips, pulling them up a little and separating the wet lips so that he would have an easy target.

'Get ready,' she purred into my ear. 'I've got his cock in my hand and 1 am about to put it inside your pussy. Feel that? I've got the spear head against your clit, baby. Yeah, jerk around, make it hot. Oooh, too much, you got him growling now! Calm down, stop panting, baby. You're gonna get it right NOW!'

I bit down hard on my lips as her hands guided the ocelot's cock into my hole.

But, I couldn't help but scream when I felt the prick of the animal spearing my slit and going into my cunt hole.

She let go entirely, and the animal began to fuck me of his own accord, in his own jungle rhythm.

I was so wet that he met no resistance in his slick, fast pumping, his prick head shattering my cunt hole to the top on about the sixth thrust.

Man, that animal goddess was getting off on it, and through my half-closed eyes, I could see her pacing around and around the sofa, stalking me, it seemed, as she watched me from all angles.

Watched me, tied down with leather and rope, being raped by a jungle cat I was almost fainting. I could feel pain in my back, from his flexing claws, and unspeakable pleasure in my twat as he humped me harder and faster and deeper than any man ever could.

I sobbed when I felt her fingers gripping the fuzz on top of my head and jerking my face up. She had unzipped her leather suit, and her naked pussy was rubbing hard against my face.

I opened my mouth and began to lick her slit. I felt like an animal too, totally at the mercy of her sex and his cock, and I let myself be abused by both of them, the woman and the ocelot. I don't know if female jungle cats can come, but I sure did, again and again Oh, it was so good, I can't begin to tell you.

I guess I didn't jerk off enough before I came here this time. I can feel my cunt getting all wet. Oh, shit, I want to... Do you mind? (Interviewer's note: Once again, Mindy's incredible sexual appetite forced her to satisfy herself on the interview couch. She wore no panties under her mini-skirt, and she lay back on the sofa, covering her naked mound with both hands as she continued her story.)

I don't know how long the cat fucked me that first time. A long time, I guess, because I remember sucking Carla off several times, and having lots of comes, too, myself.

When he finally did spunk off, it seemed like he would be delivering his jism into me forever. Load after load gushed up my box, and it washed all over my womb and sloshed out onto my cunt lips, too.

Even with all the sperm and cunt juice, it was a tight unplugging when he finally got that piece of cat cock out of my box and calmly jumped down off the sofa, licked his mistress' hand like a little kitten and crawled off to the corner of the room.

I came once more before Carla unbuckled me, cause she got down between my legs and sucked his sperm right out of my slot.

It was the bossest thing ever!

Yeah, I still see her, a lot, and sometimes I'm the one who gets the cat's cock, and sometimes she gets it.

The first time I forced her to take up her snatch - 'forced' is just a word, cause you know we both WANT it - I made sure I gave her a good lashing with my belt first, to sort of pay her back for the way she forced him on me the first time.

I really got off on it, but Banja wasn't too hot on it. That's when he slashed my leather suit. See, he wanted to get HIS lash up her, and I was cutting in on his action!

So, oooh, God that feels so nice! I really like this, telling you all this hot stuff and... Ohh! Hey, that looks really nice. You wanna...?

(Interviewer's note: Due to tape failure, this is as much of the transcript of Mindy M's interview which survives.)

CASE HISTORY FIVE

SUBJECT: SHELLY W. AGE: EIGHTEEN

INTERVIEW ONE

Of all the women who have been interviewed by the Harding team who have had bestial relationships, Shelly is possibly the most 'normal' by anyone's standards. Until a few weeks ago, the girl had no reason to believe that her sexual play with the family dogs was anything other than normal. The attractive girl, who is a cheerleader at her high school, and a member of the debating team, was referred to us by her doctor, an old-fashioned family practitioner who, in the course of giving Shelly a routine examination, uncovered her family's sexual secret. Our interviewer found her outgoing and unburdened by guilt, except for the seeds of fear and doubt so recently sewn by her family doctor. With her long, blonde hair and fresh, pink complexion, she looks the picture of teen-age health and happiness.

I want to tell you how happy I am to be able to talk to you, because I have the feeling that for some reason Dr. C

doesn't approve of my games with the doggies.

Now, I know that Mommy told me never to tell anybody about it, but I just thought that a doctor, well, that you could tell a doctor ANYTHING! I guess I was wrong, huh?

Yes, Mommy knows all about it. In fact, I learned how to play with the doggies by watching her.

Oh, no, of course she didn't walk up to me one day when I was playing and say, 'Shelly, angel, let Spot lick your pussy!' Oh, no, not like that at all! Good heavens!

I just happened to put two and two together a couple of years ago, that's all, and one day I just happened to come home from school early.

You see, my father travels a lot, so I guess I'm closer to my mother than most girls, because we spend so much time together alone. No, I have no sisters or brothers.

I always thought from the time I was a toddler that Mommy and I had no secrets from each other. When you're really little, you don't know about sex, so I had no idea that there was anything Mommy would WANT to hide from me.

We even used to take baths together up until I was about ten. I knew what tits were for, for feeding babies, and what a pussy was for, for making babies, from a very early age, just by seeing Mommy's big titties and furry cunt mound around me all the time. We weren't prudish about it, and I seem to remember Daddy walking around naked, when he was home, until I was about ten or so. I guess he stopped around the time I started to get my own, female tits and develop cunt hair.

We're not abnormal, you know. I'm not fucking Daddy, the way Dr. C

seems to think. Yes, I guess I was about ten when Mommy suggested I start wearing a bathrobe around the house.

No, I didn't mind it, but... Well, I guess you might be right. I DID start to wonder why I had to keep my clothes on. About that time, Mommy started keeping her bedroom door closed at night, too.

Daddy was traveling more than ever then, and it had used to be that I could crawl into Mommy's bed and she would cuddle me when he was away.

I knew that a big girl like me shouldn't want to sleep with Mommy, but I guess it's hard to make that break.

Yes, I guess you're right. I was resentful, and I wanted to know what secrets Mommy was hiding from me.

About that time, Daddy came home once with a nice puppy for Mommy, a watchdog for us both, he said.

But I guessed from the way Mommy always took the doggie into her bedroom at night and locked the door that the dog was only guarding HER.

Sure, I was jealous, and I told Daddy the next time that he was home that I wanted a puppy, too.

Well, he got me one.

Mommy agreed that I needed a pet, not having any brothers or sisters to play with. Mommy's guard dog soon grew into a big, handsome German shepherd dog, and I told Daddy that I wanted a smaller dog, 'little, like me,' I remember saying.

Daddy brought home a little, mutt puppy, whom I loved immediately. I called him Mutt. Mommy's guard dog was named Spot. They had let me name it, I guess because they knew I was going to feel left out as the dog got older, and they wanted me to feel like I had some part in taking care of the animal.

You see, I found out years later that Daddy had bought the dog for Mommy HE WANTED HER TO TAKE THE DOG INTO HER BED!!

Of course, he had no way of knowing that his little daughter wanted whatever Mommy had, did he ? Of course not!

Daddy is a good father, and a good husband, no matter what Dr. C

tells you! He knew that my Mommy couldn't survive without a man, without someone to fuck when he was away, and he loves her deeply, he didn't want her to have to go out and find other men.

I don't know how he broached the subject with her, but somehow he introduced my Mommy to fucking and sucking with the German shepherd, and I guess she liked it a lot.

I know for certain that she likes it now, likes it a lot, but I don't know how long it took to convince her to try it, to let the dog sniff and lick her cunt that first time. Having had my first and only sexual experiences with the dogs, I guess I can't really understand that anyone would object to it, but from Dr. C's reactions, I guess it must be, well, unusual or distasteful for some people.

That's really too bad for those people, because a doggies such a nice, undemanding lover. I guess I really like it a lot, huh?

So, I guess I must have been about eleven or twelve when Mommy got the dog, so by the time he was old enough for sex, I must have been almost thirteen. I didn't know, not at all, what was going on, but I like to fantasize about it.

I like to imagine Daddy slowly undressing Mommy late one night, caressing her big, firm tits, which are almost as firm as mine are, even though she was much older than me, of course! Know just how her nipples must get all hard and red and puckered when he sucked them, and I can imagine him laying her down on the bed and making her all wet and horny and excited with his mouth on her big boobs.

I can imagine that he must have rubbed his fingers between her legs and made the soft juices flow hot and thick.

Maybe he was talking to her, you know, telling her how beautiful and hot and sexy she was, telling her how much he missed her when he was on the road for work, and how he knew her hot cunt must ache with emptiness when she couldn't have his cock.

I can just imagine him turning her on, and at the same time making her realize that she couldn't live without sex, that she would go crazy without cock, and making her realize that he would never share her with another man. Just about then, he probably whistled to the dog sleeping in the corner and urged the innocent animal to nuzzle his nose between Mommy's legs.

The dog would have smelled all the sex musk in my Mommy's cunt and would have started to lick and lap at the juices right away.

Mommy would have struggled a little at first, but she trusts my Daddy totally, and he would have talked quietly all the time, telling her to relax and concentrate on how good Spot's tongue felt, and how well he licked her pussy, really loving it, and almost never getting tired from the cunt licking.

Daddy would have held her, his own cock bouncing up and down with excitement as he saw the big dog's cock start to slip in and out of its sheath, the pink tip swelling and dripping with lubrication each time he lashed his tongue across my Mommy's cunt.

Mommy would have been moaning now, getting close to coming from the expert tongue in her slit, and Daddy would have been dying to fuck her. But he would have waited for his own pleasure, wanting to introduce Mommy to the dog's sex first.

He would have talked softly with her, making her use all the sexy words to describe the way she was feeling. She would have been groaning, telling him that her cunt was ready to explode with orgasm.

He would have asked her if she wanted to take the dog's cock into her cunt, and she would have nodded mutely, too embarrassed to speak, but too turned on to refuse.

He would have rolled her over onto her belly and pulled her legs wide apart as he positioned the whimpering, hot-cocked animal on top of her, into her, right into her...

Anyway, that's the scene I imagine happening. I like to think about it, to speculate about Mommy and Daddy playing with the doggie with his big, pink cock.

I often think about when I jerk off, or sometimes when I'm just letting Spot or Mutt lick my pussy for a while, when I just want a nice fantasy to accompany my orgasm, that's all.

I didn't find out about Mommy and Spot until a couple of years later, not for certain that is. I guess I sort of 'knew' but really didn't understand for those years in between.

I knew that Mommy kept her door locked at night, now that she had Spot, when Daddy was on the road. I knew that the light was on under her door until late at night, when she should have been sleeping.

Sometimes I used to sneak out into the hallway and stare at the crack of light there, and wonder about. It was a modern house, so there were no keyholes for me to peek through when I heard the little rustlings and the heavy breathing inside. No, it wasn't until I happened to come home one day early from school, because I didn't feel too well, that I discovered Mommy and Spot, having sex in the living room.

I guess I should explain a little about my own sex life, if that's what you can call a fifteen year old's jerking off. 1 guess I discovered the comfort my hand could give me about the time that Mommy started locking her door at night. I learned to jerk off by sort of hugging myself under the covers. I began to notice that my little titties, hardly more than tiny mounds at the time, would get all tingly when I gripped my arms across my chest, and when I pulled my knees up to my chest, in a kind of fetal position, my cunt muscles began to feel all soft and hot.

It wasn't long before I started rubbing that nice, warm place, surprised at all the wetness that was spilling out onto my hand. I was scared the first time I came that way, rubbing at the little mound of gristle that I have since learned is my clitoris. But I wasn't so scared that I didn't do it again. And again, and again.

Sometimes I would come to the breakfast table with dark circles under my eyes, having stayed up half the night jerking off.

My night times were strange and wonderful, and when Mommy began to ask me all kinds of concerned questions, about why I looked so tired, and why I was getting sick so much and having to stay home from school, I felt like telling her what I was doing to myself, about this strange secret I had discovered, this warm, wet hole between my young legs.

But I didn't tell her. I figured that if she could have kinds of secrets, so could I!

As I said, I wasn't feeling too well that day, probably as a result of having wanked myself silly the entire night before, on the afternoon that I came home and found Mommy with Spot.

I had let myself in through the backdoor, and for some reason I didn't call out, didn't tell her that I was home, the way I usually did. Just another part of my new secretiveness, I guess. I wanted to sneak up on her, I remember thinking that distinctly.

Maybe it was telepathy, because I got. The feeling that something unusual was going on in the house. Mutt was tied up outside, and he had licked my hand happily when I came into the yard, but Spot was nowhere in the yard. That was unusual.

I walked into the kitchen and took off my shoes, as I always did when I came into the house. Mommy wasn't in the kitchen, and I walked over to the shuttered window that opened from the kitchen's eating nook into the living room, just sort of snooping around.

I'm surprised I didn't drop the wooden slats with a thud, I was so shocked at what I saw on the other side.

Mommy was lying, naked, in the middle of the living room carpet. For the first time in several years I saw her big, bouncing tits and hard nipples, and her soft, curly cunt patch.

But, I had never seen her pussy being licked by a dog before!

Mommy had her knees bent and her thighs wide apart, and Spot was lying on his belly between them, his tongue working at her cunt, at the very place I put my fingers every night!

I saw how hard Mommy's nipples were, and, with her eyes tightly shut, she was tweaking and pinching them, moaning all the time.

Spot was having a grand time, licking her back and forth and up and down.

I heard Mommy let out a loud groan as Spot suddenly stopped licking and started to clamber up over her body.

I was scared that he was hurting her, that she was being attacked by the dog, but then I saw that she was reaching down to him, pushing her heels hard against the floor as she brought her pelvis up to his groin.

I saw her grab his cock, which was long and hard and damp looking.

I saw her smile as she rubbed it, and sigh happily as she slipped it into her cunt hole.

I saw Mommy moan and shudder as she rocked her hips up and down to meet the animal's wild thrusts.

I saw Mommy come on the end of Spot's hard cock.

INTERVIEW TWO Shelly told her story matter-of-factly during her first interview, and after the tape recorder was off, she told her interviewer that the only reason she was seeking guidance was to assuage her family doctor's fears about the girl's normalcy. 'You see,' she told her interviewer, 'he was giving me my first pelvic examination, and he kept asking me if I had ever had sex with a boy. He could tell that my hymen had been lost long ago. Of course, I told him the truth, that I had never had intercourse with a boy, but he kept pestering me about it, and finally I told him that I had fucked, but not with a human being. I thought he would understand, I didn't know that there was anything wrong with what I was doing. I'm just glad this isn't the Middle Ages; I think he would have had me beheaded, instead of sending me to you! I think he's the crazy one!'

Well, as I told you yesterday, I watched my mother groan and sob and shudder and finally come as the dog hammered his cock in and out of her twat.

I closed the shutter quietly and slipped my shoes back on and left the kitchen the way I had come in before I saw the dog finish by sending his sperm into her belly.

I had some serious thinking to do.

I had a feeling that it was wrong, that Mommy should be playing that way with Spot. I knew they were having sex; I was naive, but not stupid. Boys in my class had tried to touch me at the places I caressed every night, but I had never let them.

Even then, even before I discovered the joy of having sex with the dogs, I wasn't really interested in boys, I guess.

I knew that men and women, mommies and daddies, were allowed to have sex, but not boys and girls, like me.

Women and dogs, though, were something that I hadn't considered.

All the times that Mutt had played with me, tussling and wrestling in the mud, or on my bed, I had never felt him even so much as nuzzle between my legs, let alone try to mount me the way Spot had got on top of Mommy.

Right then, sitting on the back steps, I decided that it was time I found out exactly what this was all about.

Quickly, I gathered up my books, and marched to the post where little Mutt was tied up. He was barking and leaping around as I led him to the front door and rang the bell, the way I usually did when I came home from school, a little game that I had been playing with Mommy since I was a kid.

I guess Spot must have come pretty fast, because Mommy was smiling and fully dressed when she answered the door. She was surprised that I was so early, and I told her that I didn't feel too well, and that I wanted to go to bed.

'Can I take Mutt upstairs with me?' I asked innocently.

Of course, she allowed me to, as always. But this wasn't going to be my usual afternoon nap. As soon as I got upstairs and closed the door, locking it quietly, I tore off my clothes and climbed up onto the bed.

My cunt had started to heat up the moment I saw Mommy lying naked on the living room floor, before, I must admit, I even realized that the dog was there.

I was really horny, and my pussy was wet enough for anything as I snapped my fingers to my dog, and Mutt leaped onto the bed beside me.

He just wagged his tail, looking between my open cunt and my anxious face, so finally I had to rub my hand over my slit and shove some of the juices into his face, forcing him to lick the sexy stuff.

Pretty soon he got a taste for the come, and his nose burrowed between my legs.

I groaned, catching myself from falling over backwards when, for the first time in my life, I felt a hot, long, broad pink tongue flick across my cunt.

It was wonderful, so much better than my fingers! His tongue was a little rough, but very wet and pliable, and it coursed sleekly over the contours, giving me fantastic thrills with each stroke.

I didn't want to fuck the animal then, please understand. I wasn't, well, mature enough, I guess, or sexually mature enough, to cope with that. All I wanted was to keep that tongue there as long a possible, until I came!

Which wasn't long at all.

I shuddered, my entire spine tingling briskly as that tongue lapped and tickled my clit and cunt hole to climax.

My shuddering, thrashing slit surprised the playful dog, and he started to jump around and wag his tail, barking.

Quickly, I quieted him down the best way I could think of.

I grabbed hold of his cock and started to play with it.

He whimpered strangely, almost as if he were asking me just what I thought I was doing to him, but he didn't pull away. He stayed very still on the carpet, front legs on the edge of the bed, as I leaned over the side and began to stroke the thing back and forth, falling in love with the shape and size and the color of his cock.

But I soon learned that Mutt wasn't the best little playmate in the world. He was kind of stupid, and although he seemed to like licking my cunt for a while, I could never get him to keep at it for more than a few minutes, and although he liked to come all over my hand, he would bark and protest if I leaned down and attempted to take his cock in my mouth.

How did I discover cocksucking?

Well, once I discovered Mommy's little games with Spot, I started to look for opportunities to watch her more. Usually on Saturdays, when I was supposed to me at the library or at the movies, I could sneak back and, either in the living room or in her bedroom, quietly watch her playing with the dog.

That's how I discovered cocksucking, but watching Mommy mouthing Spot's long cock, lying on her back and swallowing it while he licked her pussy.

I guess it was about a year later that I realized Mommy really had the better arrangement. Mutt was a sweet dog, but Spot was the real stud of the two.

One Saturday, I managed to be alone with the older, more experienced dog when Mommy was supposed to be shopping with her girl friends.

Always a loner, I opted to stay home from the library that day, I told her, because I felt a little tired.

I regained all my energy, though, the moment I heard the car back out of the driveway.

I knew that I was ready to take Spot's cock into my cunt, the way I had seen him slip it into Mommy's slash time and time again.

I had no notion of right or wrong. I realized vaguely that this was not something to be discussed with my girl friends, for example, because Mommy had never discussed it with me, but I also knew that if Mommy did it, it was okay for me to do it.

Mommy, I knew, would never do anything wrong!

I had watched her play with the dog maybe a hundred times, and I knew exactly which way looked the easiest and safest for my first time. I realized that it was going to hurt a little, because I had felt resistance the times I had tried to force more than two fingers inside my cunt hole, so I wanted to make sure I could control the situation.

I had it all worked out, having fantasized about this moment for over a year.

Spot eagerly followed me into the kitchen as I shoved a can of dog food under his nose.

The moment I had the door closed so that he couldn't get away, I tore off my clothes, letting my big, hot tits bounce out of my bra.

I scooped some food out of the can and smeared it over my nipples and then leaned over, delighting in the hot tongue that caressed my nipples, licking away all the food.

Trembling, I got my panties off and smeared some of the food between my legs. I leaned forward from my waist, resting my elbows on the kitchen table and spreading my legs, jutting my tantalizing ass and cunt right into his face.

The German shepherd's huge nose went right into the crack and began to make a quick sweep of my slit, wolfing down the food so fast that I whimpered at the roughness of his attack.

I gripped the opposite edge of the table as I felt his licking taking on a new, more searching quality.

My cunt juices were flowing fast and hot, and his nose soon bumped the smooth, erogenous strip of flesh between my cunt and my anus as his tongue dipped again and again into the fountain of sap that was churning in my hole.

My tits were squashed against the cold table top, but I barely felt the pressure as he worked my cunt flaps back and forth with the friction of his tongue and muzzle.

My clit was huge, I knew, and I slipped one hand down under my belly and began to diddle it back and forth. I was groaning, sobbing out loud, and for the first time in my life saying 'Fuck me, for God's sake, fuck me!'

The dog knew exactly what I was sobbing about, having heard my mother moan the same words to him a thousand times before.

I gulped, pulling my hand out of my cunt vee, when I heard him start to whine deep in his throat and begin to climb up my body.

His front paws clattered on the kitchen table top, and I could feel his muzzle hitting, wet and warm from the depths of my twat, against the small of my back.

I knew that I had to bend my knees to take him inside me.

I shifted my weight around, holding tight to the other side of the table top, bringing my cunt further down to his level. One of his paws kept pushing into the flesh between my shoulders, searching for better balance.

I guess I was probably crying as I gave my virginity to the dog.

It hurt, and I know there must have been a lot of resistance in my maidenhead, but Spot was used to sinking his big, doggie prick into the hole that was presented to him, and he simply pushed it harder when his cock head bounced against my hymen.

I felt my cunt lips tear and stretch around the thickness of his cock as he managed to shove past my cherry, piercing me with his prick.

I could feel this huge, hot thing ripping into me, and I wanted it, wanted it more than anything, wanted it more than I had ever wanted a boy or a man.

'Yeah, oh, fuck me, make me come,' I was crying, the sweat pouring off my shaking, convulsing body when I felt a blast of cold air swish between my legs.

What could I do?

I was coming, right at that point where you still know what's going on, but when it's too late to turn back, when I saw Mommy's shocked face staring at me from the kitchen door.

I saw her eyes get all wide and surprised, and her mouth open to say something in the split second before Spot's big, doggie cock pushed me into an orgasm that wracked my body and made me cry out in ecstatic release.

A zillion things flashed through my brain as I came. I imagined Mommy pulling the dog off of my back. I imagined her slapping me for some crime that I half-suspected I had committed but didn't even know how to define.

I didn't expect to open my eyes and find her as I did, smiling with rapt and pleasurable excitement.

She was watching, knowing that Spot still had a long time to go before he would come.

She was going to stay until I came, I knew it! I felt the tremors subsiding in my body only to be replaced by hotter, stronger flashes of pleasure as I saw her pull over a chair and sit down, not speaking even once, as she sat down behind me and watched Spot dig into my cunt, over and over.

I was gasping, the pressure in my cunt strong and unfamiliar at the same time. I couldn't have spoken if I had tried.

Mommy looked excited, with the same look I had seen on her face the many times I had sneaked around the halls, hoping to find her fucking or sucking with the dog.

She was leaning close to Spot, watching.

I guess she saw some of my virgin blood on his cock.

'This is the first time?' she gasped I nodded my aching, spinning head weakly. My cheek was pressed to the table top, flattened like my tits. I would have thought,' she said, almost to herself as she watched the dog, whose fucking pace was increasing all the time, 'that by now, after all this time, you would have, well, done it already. It's been over a year.'

I heard her moan softly as the dog's flanks began to shiver and shake.

I realized that she knew, all along she knew that I had been watching, that I knew her secrets. And that she knew mine!

'Mommy, oh, I, oh, God, I'm ccccoming!!' I sobbed, flinging my head back as I felt the dog's cock exploding inside of me, filling me with come and hot, tearing, burning strokes of his cock.

When I managed to open my eyes again, Mommy was gone, and I was left alone to pull Spot's spent cock out of my mound and gingerly wash the blood and come of my first real fuck off of my cunt.

Now, don't think that Mommy left because she had done something wrong by watching me take the dog's cock up my cunt. She left so that I could be alone after that important event, losing my virginity.

Later that day, after I had gone upstairs to take a nap, and Mommy had started dinner, we talked.

It was just like when I was little, we had no secrets.

And it's still like that now. Between us, Mommy and I have managed to train Mutt to fuck, although he isn't as expert as Spot yet. We talk all about sex, and Mommy doesn't seem to think, the way Dr. C

does, that there's anything unusual about my not being interested in fucking with boys.

I'm just not interested in changing anything in my life.

What? No, Mommy and I wouldn't have sex together, or even fuck the two dogs in the same room.

We talk about it, sure, and I guess we don't have any secrets between each other. The other day I happened into the bedroom, my bedroom, and found Mommy on my bed, Mutt licking her pussy and ass hole, but there's nothing wrong with that.

I mean, I've seen her doing more than that! So, I just stood and watched for a little while, until I saw her come.

Did she see me?

I don't know. I guess so.

Well, it was my bedroom, so why shouldn't I have stayed and watched? I hadn't seen her like that for years, and yeah, it kind of turned me on. So what?

No, of course Daddy doesn't know.

This is just, well, girl stuff I really like my life just the way it is. I don't understand what Dr. C

is so excited about.

The interviewer's transcript of Shelly's interview is covered with notes and comments. The potentially explosive situation between the young, horny yet naive girl, and her calculating man-starved mother couldn't help bring out his fears. No girl of eighteen is so innocent about her desires and drives not to realize that her 'problem' of bestial desires is a mask, in a case like this one, for a much deeper and more disturbing situation. The potential mother-daughter incest relationship is undeniable.

Shelly was lucky to have a warm, experienced and fatherly man conducting her interviews, and he very carefully, in the counseling session that followed the interview, managed to convince the girl that sex with a young man would round out her life, giving her the chance to at least prove to herself that she didn't have a closed mind.

An attractive sex surrogate named Gary, who had been instrumental in helping other women who had come to the Harding research team, was enlisted to take Shelly's 'virginity' for the second time.

The interviewer had Gary meet Shelly right after the interview, before the girl had time to go home to Mommy and change her mind. Later that same evening, Shelly's interviewer received a phone call at home from the girl. He reconstructed the call for his files the next day.

'Hello, doctor! It's Shelly W. and I just wanted to tell you that I've just crawled out of bed long enough to let you know that you were right. 'Sex with a man is WONDERFUL!

"It's so different, so special, so warm. I can't believe that I never felt a warm human tongue on my tits before tonight, or that 1 never had a real, thinking, loving man move his cock in and out of my cunt! His cock is so big, and so, well, alive, I could just fuck it all night! 'In fact, I think I probably will!

'What happened, you asked?

'Well, first we got to know each other at the bar of a hotel, downtown.

T had never really noticed how nice a boy could be, you know.

'We have a lot in common, really, which surprised me. I had some reservations, I have to tell you, because after all, Gary is a sex surrogate, and Mommy always told me that men are only interested in one thing.

'But Gary seemed so nice, and he was so mature and all; he knew just how to order the drinks, and get the waiter's attention, and how much to tip, and all that. Since I've never been out on a real date, you know, before, I don't know any of those things.

'In fact, after two or three drinks, Gary even suggested, gently of course, that possibly I had drunk enough.

' "I don't want you to pass out on me, Shelly!" he smiled.

T think that Gary knows that after a drink or two, a girl gets kind of, well, loosened up and loses her inhibitions - I know I certainly did when we went upstairs - but that more than that can have the opposite effect.

T KNOW I had some reservations about men when I left your office, but by the time I had spent a couple of hours with Gary, I wanted to be able to feel EVERYTHING that was going to happen to me!

T really had no idea of what to expect when Gary said that maybe I would like to go upstairs to make love.

'He was never crude about it. In fact, it didn't seem arranged at all.

'It was almost as if I had met him in the bar by accident, and that we had hit it off, and then decided to fuck.

'It was that easy.

'What happened when we got upstairs? Well it was easy, really...

T felt shy of course, but Gary slipped his arm around my shoulders when we were going up in the elevator.

'Not one of the people in the elevator would have ever guessed our real relationship, patient and sex surrogate, or the problem that brought us together.

T think we just looked like two happy, lusty lovers, that's all. And Gary is SO handsome, and when I glanced at myself in the mirror in the elevator, I realized that we looked just right together.

'Just seeing us together like that was turning me on.

'The novelty of making it with a man, after only knowing what an animal feels like, was affecting me strangely. I had a lump in my throat when he unlocked the door, but I could feel the wetness creeping through the cotton lining of my panties.

T decided that the best thing to do was to let Gary call all the shots; I really didn't know the first thing about how to approach a man, or how to kiss him, or which parts of his body he would want me to touch.

'And Gary is a very good teacher, by the way! Just perfect!

'The room was very nice, with a big, king-sized bed and plush drapes and bedspreads. The bathroom has an absolutely fabulous sunken tub , all lined with marble and precious stone, and there are big, soft bath towels.

'A bottle of chilled champagne was waiting for us, too.

T guess I must have been looking kind of awkward, standing there in the middle of the room, staring at the carpet. I wanted so desperately to make love, but didn't know how to go about approaching the subject.

'When Gary walked over to me and put his arms around my waist and pulled me tight, though, and I could feel the swell of his cock getting hard inside his trousers, I relaxed when I remembered that HE was the one who was supposed to turn me on, not the other way around.

I got very comfortable when he started to kiss my ears, when I realized that I didn't have to do any of the work.

"That's jus the opposite of fucking around with the dogs, you know. I always had to be in control, and get Spot's cock hard, and then get it inside of me.

'This time, Gary was going to do it all for me, and teach me, too.

'And the first wonderful thing he taught me about was kissing and licking.

'With the dogs, of course, there is no such thing as a soul kiss, and I was flustered when Gary put his mouth on mine and started stroking my lips with his tongue, 'cause it seemed like he wanted me to open my mouth!

'But the strange tremor in my pussy and belly told me that was the thing to do, so I parted my lips just a little and let his tongue touch the insides of my lips.

'Do you remember, Doctor, the first time a girl put her tongue in your mouth?

I think I'LL remember that sensation for the rest of my life!

'It was almost as if his kiss was pushing into my pussy. It's crazy, I know, but the effects of that kiss reached right down to my cunt.

'It was like I was lit up with excitement, 'cause my nipples got hard immediately.

'The drinks had really helped me a lot, and I let myself do whatever my body and mind decided was right. As Gary was kissing me, I kissed him back.

'It was so strange, and so wonderful, to feel the inside of his mouth.

'It was the most intimate sensation I've ever experienced, in fact.

I was moaning.

'Gary broke the kiss gently, letting his mouth work down over my neck, to my collarbone, and he started to lick and kiss my skin softly there.

'All this time, our bodies were pressed close together, my tits resting against his chest, and my cunt mound a little below the warm bulge in his trousers. We weren't pressing hard, but just close enough so that the warmth of our bodies came through our clothes.

'It was wonderful to know that an honest, thinking, loving man had a hard-on for ME.

'With the dogs, it is just an automatic response when they get hard and want to fuck.

'With a man, I knew that he was seeing my body, and touching it, and that all that was turning him on. It is very gratifying and arousing, as I suppose you can understand, to feel that YOU are the one causing a person to turn-on.

'When Gary looked down at our bodies, pushed together like that, and said "You have an absolutely luscious pair of tits, Shelly," I thought that I might come just from hearing him speak to me.

'My sob when his hands pushed down over my boobs and then lifted them up slightly, under my blouse and over my bra told him that I liked his approach, and talked to me a lot while we made our way over to the bed, with him massaging my tits and kissing me, and then even when we were naked and making love for real.

'Gary was very gentle, and he took a long time taking off my clothes for me. He seemed delighted every time he pulled off another garment and revealed another part of my body.

'It's such an erotic sensation to have someone look at your body and then gently begin to touch it.

'Gary waited until I was totally naked and trembling with anticipation, before he took off his clothes, and we didn't start to touch each other really until we were both naked.

'It was a good thing that Gary kept talking to me, telling me how beautiful I am, and how big, and hard, and succulent my nipples are, and how soft my pussy is, 'cause once I saw his cock, I couldn't talk for a long time.

I had no idea how beautiful a man's cock could be, and Gary's is sooooo big!

'I know it's longer than my hand by a lot, and the knob, which is soooo thick and rubbery, it's wonderful to suck, well, the knob seems about as big around as my wrist.

'But you know, even if Gary had a small cock, no bigger than my little finger, it wouldn't make any difference about how good the love making and fucking were.

'It was the WAY he fucked me, and the WAY he licked and touched me, that made it wonderful. -Size had nothing to do with it.

'It's skill.

'And I guess I'm seeing now that no dog, no animal, could ever be a LOVER, the way Gary is a lover. All an animal can do is fuck, that's it. There's nothing more.

'What did we do when we were naked? Oh, there were so many sexy things!

'First, I remember Gary coming over to me, on his knees on the mattress, and playing some more with my tits. It was new to me, 'cause although my cunt had been licked a lot by Spot and Mutt over the years, my tits held no interest for the dogs.

'Gary, though, couldn't seem to get enough of them! He kept lifting them and touching the nipples and making them ache.

'When they ached enough, and I was groaning, he lay back and pulled me over him, letting my nipples fall into his face, and he opened his mouth and sucked them softly.

'My cunt felt like liquid honey then.

I remember lifting the other tit, the one that he couldn't fit in his mouth while he was busy with the first, and pulling it up to my lips.

'Gary groaned, his eyes big with arousal, as he watched me suck my own nipple, and looking back over his body, I could see his cock jumping a little on his belly while he watched me.

'We did that a long" time, and I almost thought for a while that I would come from that gentle sucking.

'Gary smiled each time I moaned, and then he would suck harder, and before long, you know what?

I did come!

'It was so strange. Just from pressing my thighs together, without even touching my cunt or clit and having this handsome man with the hot cock suck my boobs, I came! I felt like my entire body was being swallowed up by that mouth, and I cried out much more loudly than I had ever done when one of the dog's tongues in my cunt made me come.

'By the time Gary laid me back on the bed and started to run his tongue down from my tits to my belly to my cunt, I was moaning all the time, and I started to whisper dirty thoughts and words, the way he was.

I said to him "Lick my cunt, Gary! Show me what a real man can do to a pussy! LICK ME BABY! MAKE ME COME!

'Despite my cries, and the way I was shaking my hips up and down on the bed, Gary took his time with my cunt, teasing it, and stroking the fur of my cunt lips as he pulled my legs apart and lay down on his belly between them, facing my gash.

'I was used to dogs getting their noses right in there, and their tongues into ray wet hole almost immediately, but Gary was more interested in tasting all of my cunt, if get the picture, in showing me that my entire slit was erogenous.

'I came the second time this evening, Doctor, just with Gary sucking my labia into his mouth and tugging at it, his tongue dipping between the oily petals now and then, and then slipping around his lips, teasing the outermost fringes of my sex.

'The pressure was so subtle.

'And so erotic!

'That orgasm sent a stream of hot pussy juice out of my slot, and Gary face was wet with honey when he looked up at me, moaning at the end of my climax, and smiled sweetly.

'Then he sucked me again, going at me full force, but touching and rubbing and nuzzling places that the dogs never had.

'Gary was reading all my signs, knowing when to suck my clitty more, and when to hold back and tease me with his tongue, knowing when to stick his tongue all the way into my hole, and when to slip it down into the hot crack leading down to my ass hole.

'He really knows pussy, that's for certain!

'He also knew, after my third hot orgasm, when it was time to fuck me.

'I had my eyes closed when he started to climb up over the top of my body, and I will always feel that trail of hot jism, his pre-come, that touched my thigh and stomach and pussy mound as he came up over the top of me, angling his cock towards my hole.

' "I'M GONNA FUCK YOU, NOW," he said hotly, and I sobbed, lifting my hips automatically, making room in my cunt for his hot prick.

'He gave it to me in one swift, self-assured stroke that filled me to the limit.

'There was no fumbling.

'Gary was a man, not an animal, and he knew and could feel just how to screw me, Doctor, as if he could feel exactly what I was feeling.

T could say to him "Slower, darling, fuck me slower!" and he KNEW what I meant, and he could respond by slowing the pace of his dick in my cunt.

T could wrap my arms around his waist, and caress his ass, and reach down and touch his balls, and I was touching a MAN, a real man, not an animal!

'When he shot his wad into my belly, it was a real MAN'S sperm that was flooding me, not an animal's spunk.

'When I came, and I came a lot, I was coming ... as ... a ... WOMAN.'

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