When I traveled to Montego Bay I had anticipated getting away from the rigors of my writing schedule for awhile.
Jamaica is the tropical land of calypso and relaxation. One seldom harbors any worries there concerning even today, much less tomorrow.
To wrap myself in an even greater web of seclusion, I stayed in a small hotel that was formerly a private home, which rested high upon the top of a hill overlooking the restless flowing waves of Doctor's Cave Beach.
One evening a week at the hotel, a local group would entertain. Clad in colorful white tropical outfits replete with straw hats, they would strum their guitars and enrapture their audience with spirited calypso beats.
The entertainment would bring in droves of tourists and local-ites, all seeking to become an integral part of the dancing and merrymaking.
There one evening, as I listened to the calypso sounds and slowly sipped a Scotch and water, a highly attractive blonde woman who appeared to be in her late thirties sat down next to me.
Even though she was alone for the moment, I presumed that it would be only a matter of minutes before her husband would join her. A glitteringly expensive diamond emanated from a ring on her finger. Even though she was casually dressed in slacks and a blouse, she had a definite look of class to go along with the air of distinction she unconsciously exhibited.
She called out to Juan the bartender by name, ordering a martini. As she sipped it she became as intrigued by the music as I was.
We sat there for close to ten minutes, just listening to the music, saying nothing to each other. As the group took a break, she decided to embark upon a conversation.
"Are you from Miami?" she enquired with a smile.
"No, I'm from Los Angeles. Actually the Los Angeles area."
"Oh, where would that be."
"Beverly Hills."
"Oh yes. I've been there a few times with my husband. Then for you I take it that this is a long vacation. For me it is a very short one."
"Yes, I'm on vacation, but I can't quite understand what you're driving at."
"I mean that I'm from Miami," she laughed. "My husband's company maintains a home here just down the road. The big white house on the corner."
"Oh yes, I've gone past it several times on my morning walks. It's very beautiful."
"But it can get very lonely there. Especially when my husband's here. He'll say he needs a vacation, then in a matter of hours from the time we arrive he starts chain smoking and wondering how things are going at the office. He makes a few calls, then a few more. Next thing you know he's as good as back in the office. He's calling New York, Chicago, Los Angeles, San Francisco, and yes, even Beverly Hills, where you live. His company has some clients from there. But fortunately he's not along now."
"But don't you also get lonely without him?" I asked.
"Heavens no. I make my own action," she laughed.
The attractive blonde did not elaborate on that statement and I did not seek to follow up. But as time passed, and she had a few more drinks under her belt, she began to tell me more, much more, things I never surmised she would discuss.
This very attractive housewife, married to a successful business machine magnate, started to tell me about how she got turned off of men. The more turned off she became, the more frustrated she simultaneously became.
Before I knew it, she was using the occasion as a psychiatrist's couch session. By that time the band had long left, the dancers had abandoned the floor, and we were all alone, except for Juan, the bartender. And Juan was talking to the cocktail waitress at the other end of the bar, responding only when I would order another round of drinks.
"Would it shock you if I told you that I'm a part of the offbeat restless jet set?" she looked at me, smiling crookedly.
"No. Why should it? Everyone is restless in one form or another. And since I haven't been living with my head buried in the sand, I've certainly heard of the jet set."
"A very bright response, you're very quick, I like that, even in a man," she laughed. "But the key word that I used is 'offbeat.' You see, the women I come into contact with are like me. They're fed up with their husbands and, besides that, men in general. So we derive our kicks by having sex with animals. We'll swap them, get them together in droves, have the wildest times. You know, about the only time that I feel truly free anymore is when I'm balling a dog. That and listening to those calypso sounds. Some girl friends of mine from Miami and I formed this group, and we've added a few women from here to it. But we must be very discreet. We know that a lot of people would consider us to be the grossest form of freaks. But I don't care. I've passed that point."
At that point I realized that I had come full circle. I decided that, since my curiosity was thoroughly aroused by this attractive woman, that I might as well do a little leveling about myself. I told her that I was a writer, that I had done a goodly number of books dealing with bestiality, and that I would like to interview her at length regarding her propensities for animals.
Already my brain was clicking rapidly. I had a new theme! I bad thought that I had covered the subject of bestiality from every conceivable angle, but I hadn't. The idea of a book about the jet set women, the restless, uninhibited hedonistic females who long for new and fresh forms of sexual thrills, would be a natural. If I could get some fresh and interesting material for my publisher about this woman, I was certain that he would be able to see the fascinating dimensions that such a study could encompass. I knew that it would be time-consuming, and that there would be a good deal of ground to cover throughout those restless parts of the globe where jet set women congregate, but I would be more than willing to work at an exhaustive clip to turn out a badly needed book that an all too often unsympathetic public needed to read. Too many times I have heard people spout off either in rage or disparagement about people who have had sex with animals. I needed to be a part of this effort to promote greater understanding and sensitivity in this area.
After a good deal of persistent coaxing, the woman, who by that time was bleary-eyed from all the drinks she had had, agreed to meet me the next day for lunch at a downtown restaurant to discuss her experiences. She obtained one commitment from me, the same one I give to every subject I have ever interviewed in my psycho-sexual case studies, a guarantee of total anonymity.
This woman appears in Case One. She provided me both the creative seed and the motivation to embark upon such a lengthy study.
Following my definitive interview with this woman, I spent several more days lying in the hot tropical Montego Bay sun, after which I returned to the United States. I produced the aforementioned case history for my publisher, who ecstatically asserted that a book on the order of that which I was suggesting was needed. He provided me with invaluable suggestions as to how I might best approach subjects to fill in the remaining four cases. He told me to interview a large number of people, and from there we would make determinations as to which stories would remain and which ones would have to go in the interests of brevity. I agreed with his thinking. The more cases I had to work with, the better the finished product we would have.
It might have taken a good deal of time and effort to get some of the women to open up and express themselves with total candor, but once I earnestly pursued and emphasized how important I thought it to be to have them present their stories in totality, most of them were exceedingly cooperative.
Most of them would initially present their wild animal sex experiences as joyful and gratifying at the outset, but the longer I talked to them the more willing they were to abandon pretenses and deal with realities. Often the women were exceedingly frustrated, attempting to run away from themselves and failing in the process.
One young woman who is married to an incredibly wealthy Wall Street financial wizard told me the following:
"When you get to the point where you've got everything that you can think of wanting, you've got to create new wants by conjuring up things you would never have otherwise thought of. That's what happened to me. Yes, I grooved on with the animal scene. But the funny thing is that that became old hat after awhile as well. Then I finally came to the right conclusion. The problem was in me. There was a certain restlessness and a dried up air of having done just about everything in one sense but having missed the boat on life in another."
The following five case studies will provide insight into the how and why, elucidating on the subject of what causes jet set women to have sex with animals, and the impact these experiences have upon them.
CASE ONE
Charlotte L. was the woman that I spoke of at great length in the introduction.
A beautiful woman in her late thirties, there was an air of sophistication about every thing that she did. She was the type of person who could make anything appear to be stately elegant, even sexual associations with animals. She maintained a cool interior and exterior once that she learned to trust me, and to let herself go on a conversational level.
Following is Charlotte's story, told in her own words:
My husband was getting to be more and more of a drag as time went by. He was so involved in his business, so deeply involved, that at times he didn't even know I was there. Since I've always known that I'm a very beautiful woman, that isn't always good for my ego.
On top of being beautiful, I'm probably a little on the oversexed side. Hell, there's really no probability about it. I am. But at any rate, my husband certainly wasn't in a position to help me out very much. At a time when I needed a good screw, most of the time he just wouldn't be available.
Not only was he flying all over the country, and a good many times even out of the country, he was so dog tired when he was home that he wasn't much company at all. He would fall asleep just sitting in front of the television set. The guy just didn't seem to have any energy. I knew why. It was all being expended on the job. Therefore, he had nothing left for me.
There were times when I'd just start begging for sex. I'd tell him that I absolutely needed it and that was it. He would give me one of those sad-eyed expressions, then would finally reluctantly agree. You can imagine how good that made me feel. Here I am, a woman who attracts attention where she goes, and she has to beg her husband for any kind of action at all. And the action that he would give me would be unsatisfactory. He would, with great strain, suck my pussy until I juiced. He didn't even put much feeling into it. I guess it just wasn't there. He was too plain tired from all of his various work activities.
I started complaining to a girl friend of mine about my husband. She told me that she had a friend who had gone through the same thing. like my husband. This guy had been a real captain of industry. He just couldn't slow down where work was concerned, but by the time he got home in the evening, he was tired. His cock was drooping about the same as my husband's. According to my friend, this woman that she knew got herself a dog, one that was trained to service women.
"You've got to be crazy to think I'd try anything like that," I laughed. "Come on now. I hope things haven't gotten that bad."
"Then do you want to go out and get a full-fledged two-legged male lover?" my friend inquired.
"I wouldn't like to try that. I'm at this stage of the game not ready for that. No, I don't want that. I'm a little afraid. I've never cheated on my husband before."
"All right, then the only other option is having sex with women. So what's your bag, honey?"
"I guess I'd better just try and go it the way I am right now," I said sadly. "Maybe my husband's energy level will pick up a little. Maybe he'll actually reach the point where he'll have enough in the way of business conquests that he doesn't have to drive himself so hard."
About one week after I talked to my friend, though, I started getting frustrated enough to where I figured I would go out and see if I could find myself a lover. The thought of having sex with the dog really scared me.
I went to a bar which was known as a singles pick-up spot. It was way over on the other side of town where I lived. I was just as happy that it was quite a distance removed from where I resided, since I wasn't as-likely to be detected there.
A lot of guys made passes at me, but I didn't seem to care for them. They were either too shy or too crude as far as I was concerned. Then again, maybe I was just being too choosy. I don't know, but for whatever reason things just didn't work out.
The one person that I did kind of like, however, was the bartender. He, like so many people in Miami Beach, was originally from Cuba. He had left Havana with his folks as a young boy in high school, and now he was tending bar. His name was Carlos, and he was a very handsome fellow in his own way, tall, with a mustache, and coal-black hair.
He was a pretty good conversationalist, and one evening after we had talked most of the night, after the majority of the customers had left, he asked me to have breakfast with him.
I was happy to say yes, since my husband was in New York. It made me feel good to actually be able to branch out on my own.
After we had bacon and eggs along with coffee at an all-night restaurant not far from the bar, Carlos suggested that we go over to his place. I followed his old car in my Mercedes, driving to a small but neat-looking little house not far away. He told me that he was renting it.
I entered inside his small house and Carlos immediately took me into his arms. I liked the manner in which he smothered my body. He threw his arms around me with conviction, holding on tightly as he pressed his lips thunderously against mine. I've got to say one thing for Carlos. When his lips clamped ahold of mine, there was real impact.
It seemed like the more sharply that he let his lips clash with mine, the more impact that he put into the act of throwing his arms around my body. The sensations were beautiful. I really loved them.
He turned loose of my body and released his lips from mine. He asked me if I wanted a drink. I said no, I didn't.
"That's what I thought," he smiled. "I don't either. I want to get down to business. Let's go into the bedroom."
We walked into the bedroom. Without saying another word, we both began to undress. As I saw Carlos starting to unbutton his shirt, I recognized all too clearly the score. My pussy was bristling with excitement. I knew that I needed some quick sex. I knew that I needed it badly.
Carlos was watching me as I took my clothes off. I could see how hard his cock was getting as I removed more and more of my belongings. At first I got off my dress, then slipped off my bra. The last step was removing my panties, and as I stepped out of them, he took one look at my gorgeous pussy.
"Oh, I love every bit of your snatch," he said. "I like all those patches of nice blonde hair, and the beautiful snatch that's beneath it. Lie down on the bed, honey."
I stretched out my body luxuriously in the middle of Carlos's bed. He stripped off his shorts, his last act. Now he was totally nude, and his huge cock was bulging out at me with great anticipation as he walked quickly toward the bed.
"I'm hungry for your body," he told me. "I really want you, my dear. Oh, Charlotte darling, you're so beautiful."
He dropped his .head down between my legs. He kissed my snatch. He did it so tenderly that I couldn't help but react. The sparks of excitement were flying throughout my entire body.
"That feels so good," I said. "Do it again, darling. Oh, I want you to kiss my pussy again."
That's precisely what he did. He kissed my snatch one more time, quickly releasing it. He then reached out with his right hand, allowing his fingers to maneuver smoothly over my pussy.
Back and forth he would maneuver his fingers over my snatch. It was getting me ever hotter as he moved me that much closer to a devastating climax.
"This feels so good when you finger my mound," I told him. "I have to juice, my dear. Oh, I guess you know how horny I am. I really need it, baby. I need some action. Oh, I desperately need it, baby."
Carlos played things cool for a while. Then he recognized that it was time to step up the pace. At that point he slipped his tongue down between my legs. Back and forth he wiggled his tongue, allowing it to manipulate freely and excitedly. Back and forth he stabbed, driving his tongue in a highly assertive way. I could tell from the way that Carlos was sucking pussy just how much confidence he had. I knew that he had had quite a few lovers. He seemed to have gotten in a lot of practice along the way prior to sticking his tongue in my mound.
I knew that he couldn't keep up that kind of pace for very long without me having to gush. He kept on sending his hot tongue moving spiritedly forward. He kept driving it, pushing and pumping it, getting me that much closer to climax.
"Oh, I want it, I want your sucking movements," I told him. "Keep driving your tongue, my dear. Oh, yes, baby. I want this action so bad. Oh, keep your tongue wiggling. Keep it sliding against my pussy. Oh, honey, darling, I want it badly. Keep driving your tongue. Keep sucking me, baby. Oh, do it, darling, I want you to do it."
A few brisk tongue stabs later, I found myself being pushed to the brink of climax. I wiggled my legs and ass cheeks back and forth. They were trembling with powerful erotic excitement as he kept working his tongue around my mound, moving me that much closer to orgasm.
"Oh, I'm going to juice," I told him. "Swallow my load, darling. Oh, yes, I'm shooting, baby. What a good feeling, darling, oh, it's a great feeling. A wonderful feeling."
At that point, as my butt twisted back and forth, the hot juices began to spurt from my pussy. You don't know what a great feeling that gave me at the time. I had been deprived of sex for so long, and here I was, my big opportunity to break out of stir. I was being liberated, receiving the opportunity that I had sought for so long, one in which I would be able to just cut loose and do what I wanted to do.
After I unloaded my pussy juices in Carlos's mouth, he pointed down toward his long hard peter.
"Just look at this," he smiled. "I need some action myself, my dear. I hope you don't mind me plunging my cock into your pussy. You don't mind that, do you, darling?"
"No, not at all. Oh, you don't know how long it's been since I felt a long hard prick inside my mound. I've needed this for so long."
"You seem to be very hungry for it, my love," he said.
"I am. Go to work, Carlos. Plunge your cock inside me. I really want it, darling. Oh, do it for me, baby. I need it so badly. I need your hot dick plunging inside my mound."
"Very well, my sweet. You'll get it, darling. Oh, yes. I'll send it inside you. I'll make you feel so good, sweetheart."
"Yes, my love. Oh, yes. Go ahead, sweetheart. Oh, do it, baby."
"I like having a lonely woman to fuck with," Carlos said. "If she's lonely enough, that means that she's very hungry for sex. I can see that you're very hungry, my dear. That's such a good sign. Oh, I want you, my sweet."
I lay back and awaited the first few plunging stabs from my lover's hard pecker. Carlos flipped his body forward, driving his cock inside my mound. Back and forth he asserted himself, sending his cock sharply inside my mound. As he kept up his spirited tempo, I kept rocking back and forth. I liked his movements, and as he kept them up, I felt that much better. It was really good. I didn't have to rely on my husband. He was gone, and I was getting the time of my life.
"Oh, you love it, honey?" he asked.
"Keep it up, Carlos. Oh, stab my mound with your hot dick."
Carlos continued his relentless stabs, driving his cock back and forth, slipping it ever deeper into my hot mound. It kept on thundering into me as he plunged deeper and deeper, pushing me ever closer to orgasm.
"I want you, oh, I want you," I said. "I've got to juice quickly, baby. Oh, yes, the hot juices are gonna spurt. They're gonna fly out of my mound, darling. I love what you're doing to me, baby. Oh, this is so good, sweetheart. Keep it going, baby. Drive your cock, honey. Yes, keep pumping it into me."
As Carlos moved ever closer to the dramatic point of climax, he reached out with both hands, allowing his fingers to clutch fervently against my ass cheeks. He held onto my buttocks ever so tightly, continuing to drive his cock forward, asserting himself proudly as he pushed and pumped his penis that much closer to orgasm.
I finally reached the point where I couldn't withstand any more of those wild sensations. At that point my juices began to shoot from my pussy. I heaved a loud sigh as the juices spilled out of my mound.
"Oh, my sweet, I'm juicing," I told him, "go ahead, honey. Oh, I want you to shoot. Yes, baby, I want you to juice, sweetheart. Yes, baby, oh, shoot your juices. I want them to spill out of your cock. Ah, what wonderful feelings, baby. This is too good."
A few seconds later the spurting white pecker juices bolted out of the end of my lover's cock. He unleashed the juices frantically, shooting wildly from the end of his spear.
"Oh, yes, this is so nice," he said. "I love fucking you, Charlotte. You're such a beautiful woman."
At that point Carlos's lips closed in on mine. The young man was at his gentle best as his lips tenderly converged with mine while the last few droplets of orgasmic liquid commenced to spill out of his cock.
When Carlos released his prick from my pussy, he felt good about everything. He gave me a big smile. I felt just as tremendous as he did. After all, I'm sure that I needed the orgasmic satisfaction a lot more than he had. I'd been deprived for so long by my husband that it wasn't even funny. It was tragic.
My romance with Carlos lasted for a few more weeks. When my husband returned home, I visited Carlos at his home during the day. My husband never knew the difference. He wouldn't.
After all, he hardly ever asked me to have sex, so that would be the only way he'd have of knowing. The only times I would be gone would be times when he wasn't around.
After we had screwed for a period of a week or so, Carlos fixed us both coffee after a long session. As I sat and sipped the coffee with him, he began to talk differently than he had before.
"You're getting very used to me, aren't you, Charlotte?" he smiled confidently.
"I'm getting used to you in one sense, Carlos, but certainly not to the point where I'm taking you for granted. I hope you don't think that."
"That isn't what I mean. I'm happy that things are going the way that they are. As a matter-of-fact, Charlotte, my dear, I think that we should make a little bit of a proposition. I only make so much tending bar, and I've been cutting my other actions short to spend more time with you. You've a very sexy woman and you want a lot more activity than most women I know."
"That's probably true," I nodded. "So what's your point?"
"I think that you can start paying me money for the privilege of me making love to you. You're a very wealthy woman. You drive an expensive car and you dress beautifully. I know that your husband has a good deal of money. All I would want, at least to start, would be one hundred and fifty dollars a week. I think that you could afford that without any problems, couldn't you, Charlotte?"
"You've got to be out of your mind," I snapped. "I thought you really cared about me."
"I do, my sweet, but I also have to look out for myself. This is no more than a bargain. An exchange. You wouldn't think of divorcing your husband, I know, because you have too good a thing going economically. Well, with all that money, you can afford to pay for a handsome lover like myself."
At that point I was so crushed I could hardly believe it. I felt like crying bitterly. I got up from the table and walked toward the door without saying a word. Actually I wasn't talking because I really couldn't. I was that crushed. It was like I was so stunned that I wouldn't even be able to speak again. My throat was all knotted up.
"Where are you going?" Carlos asked. "Charlotte, my dear. Maybe I could settle for a little bit less. If you don't have that much money, I could settle for a little less. But I can't give myself away for free any longer, my dear."
"Good-bye, Carlos," was all that I could say to him.
As I got into my car and drove home, my frustration began to turn to hate. I began to detest everything that Carlos stood for. It was terrible of him to ask for money that way. He was the one man out of all the men that I'd met at the bar that I actually trusted. I thought he loved me.
I didn't do much of anything the next couple of weeks, except lie around at the swimming pool in the back yard. My husband went his own separate way, taking a quick trip to Chicago, then returning in exhausted frame. He naturally didn't suggest any sex.
About that time I was getting so frustrated with men that I was willing to consider things I would never have dreamt of considering earlier. I had lunch with that same friend of mine who had mentioned the girl with the dog. I began asking some curious questions.
"When I was talking about it before you cut me off," the friend said. "What has changed your mind now, Charlotte?"
"I don't know. Maybe just frustration and boredom."
I didn't want to tell my friend about the affair with Carlos. That was too bitter a memory to even talk about. But I did want to find out more about the dog. She told me she'd give me a call after she received some more information.
My friend called later that same afternoon. She gave me the name of the man that the girl had purchased the dog from.
"I guess I can level with you all the way now," she laughed nervously. "You see, I know that he does a great job of training these animals, because I had sex with one myself."
"You did?"
"Oh, yes. The one that is my friend's lover. She kept coaxing me to do it, and one day when I got drunk enough, I tried it. I loved it. As a matter-of-fact, the dog did a better job of pumping me than my old man does."
I thanked her for the information, then went to see the man who trained the canines. Before he would open up and tell me anything, I had to prove myself. I told him who my reference was. I had to give him the name of the woman that I didn't even knew, my friend's friend, before he was willing to talk to me.
He showed me through his kennels, explaining to me that if I tried out a dog and didn't like him, then I could bring him back within two weeks.
"What if I just decide that I don't like having sex with dogs?" I asked.
"That's what I mean," the man nodded. "Usually when the women say they're dissatisfied with the dog, what they're really dissatisfied with is the concept of sex with animals. They get scared off because of various hang-ups. That's the reason why they don't like it. If they let themselves go, they're gonna dig it in a big way. That is, if they really like sex, and if they don't, then they're coming to the wrong place anyway. So you've got two weeks. If you decide that you don't like this kind of action at the end of that period, you can bring the dog back. Otherwise, he's yours."
"I guess that's fair enough," I nodded.
"I handed my husband a cock-and-bull story about wanting to have a watclidog and a companion at the same time. I mentioned how much I liked animals when I was a little girl. He didn't care. Just as long as he was busy in his company business, that was all the was concerned about. I could have brought home a squadron of rattlesnakes and he might have calmly shrugged the whole thing off. That is if he was wrapped up enough in a business project at the time.
I could hardly wait to try out this handsome German shepherd that I brought home. His name was Fritz, and he was a strong, healthy-looking lad. Just the kind of pedigreed dog that a person couldn't help but be impressed by. But I wasn't interested in showing him off. I was interested in taking him to bed with me.
I was awfully nervous the first time I tried him. My husband was at the office, and everything was completely quiet around the house. I walked toward the bedroom, calling Fritz and having him follow along beside me.
I entered the bedroom, then closed the door behind me after Fritz had had an opportunity to enter. He looked very sleek and handsome, standing there on all four legs, looking up at me.
As I began to strip off my garments, Fritz became more and more interested. I took off my dress, then began to work at my garter belt. As I unsnapped it, Fritz became more and more infatuated. He began to flip his tail back and forth, then, after wagging it vigorously for a long spell, he started to flip his tongue around inside his mouth.
As I got down to my panties and began to slip them off, Fritz started to pant. I could see that he was getting worked up. It was my guess that the dog trainer had done a good job on him. He had been supremely confident of Fritz's ability to perform and he had told me so.
After I stripped off my panties and tossed them to the floor, I had the urge to play with my pussy. I remembered that the trainer had told me that Fritz was conditioned to react whenever I touched my pussy.
As the fingers of my right hand reached down, and as I began to stroke my mound, the dog jumped up on the bed. He executed one quick nimble leap, and there he was on the bed, perched next to me. He panted more eagerly than ever, awaiting further action.
"My, but you're a handsome fellow," I said. "Oh, yes, honey. You really look good, baby. You've got a nice hard cock. Oh, yes, you really have."
When I released my fingers from my pussy, Fritz's instincts completely took over. While he panted loudly, his nose began to pick up the scent of my mound.
I got tremendously excited as Fritz stuck his nose inside my pussy. He kept sniffing around my mound, enjoying the movements. Back and forth he slipped his nose, making certain that he covered every crevice of my hot snatch.
"You're tickling me," I laughed. "Oh, Fritz baby, you're really good, honey. Oh, yes, sweetheart. I like the way that your nose is moving.
Oh, baby. That's very good. Oh, that's so nice. Yes, Fritz."
Fritz was content to occupy his time with flipping his nose against my snatch for a few moments. But as he became more and more excited, the desires increased within him.
As Fritz removed his nose from my snatch, he started to put his tongue to work. He began flipping it back and forth against my left leg. Since I've always had a lot of sensation in my thighs, I naturally went wild. My butt kept twisting back and forth. I couldn't help but feel overwhelmed as he kept up his hot tongue sucking, driving his tongue against my thigh, moving me ever closer to a state of orgasmic excitement.
"Oh, honey, you're gonna have to suck my pussy," I exclaimed. "Oh, your tongue is so beautiful. You really know how to work it, lover. Yes, you're moving it around so swiftly, baby. What a nice tongue you have. Oh, it's a beautiful tongue, baby. I like it, honey."
He kept up his hot, brisk movements, driving his tongue against my thigh. After he released his tongue from one thigh, he put it working on the other, providing me with the same kind of wild, exciting movements.
Fritz kept edging me that much closer to orgasm. His tongue kept sweeping over my thigh, getting me that much more excited, causing my body to quake with every solid tongue stroke that he provided.
"I want to juice," I said, "oh, honey, you're just the dog for it. Come on, baby, switch your movements. Oh, please, I really need it."
I reached out and toyed with my pussy a few times, hoping that Fritz would catch on to what I was doing. The trainer had told me that he would.
At that point Fritz turned loose of my thigh. He then let his tongue move swiftly upward toward my ass-hole. He flipped his tongue back and forth, permitting it to manipulate against my anus.
"Suck out my ass-hole," I gasped. "Oh, your tongue is so beautiful, baby. Keep it going, sweetheart. Oh, that's nice. Oh, you excite me so much, sweetheart. Your tongue is so beautiful."
I liked the dog's long, hot, red tongue. I couldn't help but notice the way that it pierced my ass-hole. It was so vastly different from the way that my husband would suck me. I even dug it a lot more than Carlos. After all, I figured the dog had some sincerity. I don't think that men have any sincerity. At least most of them. At least the ones that I have been unfortunate enough to come into contact with.
But Fritz was a completely different story. The longer he allowed his tongue to dart sweepingly inside my ass-hole, the greater the degree of excitement that I felt. I could see myself moving that much closer to a devastating climax. It would be just a matter of time before the hot juices would spill from my mound and into his mouth. I wondered how much longer he would suck my ass-hole in this manner.
He continued the ass-hole licking for just a few more moments. At that point he got set to plunge his tongue into my mound. He withdrew it swiftly from my ass-hole, then let it go to work against my pussy.
"Oh, I really want it," I said. "Drive your tongue, sweetheart. Oh, baby, I really do want it. Oh, what nice movements. You've got such a beautiful tongue, darling. Oh, use it, baby, come on and use it. Come on and slip your tongue inside my pussy. Oh, suck me, baby, you've really got to suck me."
With convincing rapidity, Fritz kept on stabbing my pussy. He let his tongue thunder, permitting it to move at a surging pace. Back and forth he kept up the activity, sliding his tongue, driving it over my hot gash, pushing me that much closer to a resounding climax.
"I'm gonna juice," I said, "Oh, yeah, sweetheart. I can't keep this up for much longer. The hot juices are gonna fly. They've just got to, honey. Oh, yeah, baby. Oh, it's so nice. Oh, yes, baby, this feels so great, so very great."
A few stirring tongue strokes later, the juices began to spurt from my pussy and into my loving canine's mouth.
I watched him with such great satisfaction as he went after my load, swallowing eagerly, going after every droplet. It was great to finally have a lover who wanted to put out, and who wasn't out to get anything other than sheer kicks.
When he released his tongue from my pussy, I thought about whether I ought to go all the way with him. He would want to shove his cock inside my pussy. It was just a question of whether I would let him do it to me.
I slipped to my knees and then got down on all fours just the way that I'd been told to do it. The trainer had given me quite a few instructions, letting me know about certain things that Fritz liked, and how one went about getting fucked by a dog in general. There were certain steps to follow in the procedure of fucking with the dog.
As I remained there on my knees, down on all fours, ready to receive the first few stabbing sensations from Fritz's cock, I called out to him.
"Go ahead, Fritz, honey," I said. "You can fuck my pussy, baby. Oh, yeah, stick your cock inside my mound. I want it, baby. I really want it. You can do it for me, honey. Oh, yes, I know you can give me a tremendous fucking."
He stuck his cock forward, permitting it to enter inside my pussy. He rocked his body back and forth, penetrating me for the first time.
It hurt like hell when he slipped his cock in at first. I heard his big dick lock inside my pussy. And I could feel his paws as they held onto my thighs. But after a few hot fervent strokes, I began to feel differently about it all. He had tremendous ability when it came to sticking his dick inside my pussy. He kept on rocking his body back and forth, slamming and stabbing his dick inside me. He kept pushing ever closer to climax, driving his cock forward, making beautiful time with his movements.
"Oh, this is so good," I exclaimed. "Sweetheart, oh, honey, fuck my mound. Go ahead, sweetie, oh, give me a good screw. Come on and fuck my pussy. Drive your cock inside me, baby. Oh, I love those forceful stabs. Keep on sending your cock forward. Oh, fuck my mound, sweetheart. Drive it, baby. Oh, I want it so bad. Oh, come on, honey, you can really screw me. Oh, keep on fucking, baby. Oh, penetrate my mound. Drive your cock forward, baby. Oh, I need it, honey, yes, oh, I want you to juice inside me. Oh, I want your cock, baby, I want your fuck."
On the subject of juicing, I was moving that much closer to orgasm myself. Every time that he sent his hard, surging pecker deeper into my snatch, I came that much closer to the point of release.
He kept up his determined stabs. He was really slamming his pecker home now, driving it for all he was worth, pumping it savagely into my pussy. The sharp pain that I had felt the first few times when he stabbed my snatch was gone now. All I could feel was wonderful pleasure, the kind that you get when you're being fucked just right. He kept on sending his dick into me, moving it faster than before. He reached the highest point of excitement, pumping his cock rapidly, moving ever closer to orgasm.
"Oh, yes, baby, I love it," I sighed. "Juice, honey, oh, shoot your juices into me."
A few stirring strokes later, the hot juices began to spill out of the end of his rod. At that very same point in time I also juiced. Our bodies kept twisting and turning rhythmically as the sea of jissum kept spurting out of the end of his cock
"Oh, it's so nice having you in me," I said. "Suck a beautiful fuck, baby. Oh, I feel such great spirit. Oh, you've done so well. So very well, baby. You were great."
Fritz pried his cock loose from my mound after that. I felt satisfied for the time being. I drifted off to sleep, taking a good long nap.
When I awakened in late afternoon, I observed Fritz lying on the floor. He looked so sweet and innocent as he slept there. When I saw him again, I started remembering once more just how excited he had made me. I was gratified that I had such a wonderful lover. So what if he was a dog? That didn't bother me. He was certainly a lot better than the two-legged males I had been running across.
"Fritz, here Fritz," I called to him.
To get his attention, I reached down and began toying with my mound. That really got him. Fritz jumped up to his feet, then sprang quickly toward the bed. With one nimble leap he was inside it, standing eagerly, ready for some more action.
The longer I looked down at Fritz's hard pecker, the more impressed I became. I felt like reaching out and touching it. I wanted to get him as excited as I could.
When I reached out and grabbed Fritz's hard bulging rod with my right hand, it really excited me. There was a tremendous amount of electricity passing between us. As my fingers kept pumping up and down Fritz's huge stick, I got more excited than ever. I knew that I really wanted him. It was just a question of how far I would go with him.
My fingers kept working up and down his rod. They began moving more quickly than before. The longer that my fingers pumped, the more aroused I became. I wanted to get Fritz as excited as I could.
After a long series of hard, pumping movements with my fingers, I decided that I would go all the way with Fritz. I figured that I would slip my tongue against his cock. I knew that that would get him extra excited. I didn't usually like to suck cock that much, but with Fritz it was different. There was something about him that was driving me wild. I liked the fact he was uninhibited, and that he was totally unselfish. He was just the kind of young man that I wanted to have sex with.
So I began to slip my tongue up and down his long dick. I started out slowly, but soon I was pumping for everything I was worth, sucking his cock rapidly with great effort.
I liked the way his legs were beginning to tremble. I could see that he was feeling the same degree of uninhibited enthusiasm that I was. I kept plunging my tongue, driving it ever so quickly up and down the full length of his cock.
Follwoing some long, spirited tongue strokes, I decided that I ought to start slipping my fingers around his balls. So I set out to do that very thing. I tickled his hot, bulging testicles, running my fingers against them. All the while I was bobbing my head up and down, spiritedly sucking the dog's long stick. I kept up my efforts, slamming my tongue relentlessly against his hard dick, continuing the spirited movements for my canine lover.
I was moving him that much closer. I could tell from the way his body was shaking and rocking just how excited he was getting. It would be just a few more moments before I would experience the hot waves of orgasmic excitement. I wanted to suck out his peter, to swallow every drop of his hot stuff, to enjoy the stimulating waves of passionate hot white juice that would spill from the end of his dog cock and into my mouth.
As I kept on tugging at his balls, I awaited his juices restlessly. A few moments later, the hot white liquid spilled out of the end of his spear and into my waiting mouth.
As the juices kept spurting, I toyed with his balls. I kept on fingering them as the juices continued to tear forth from the end of his organ.
I gobbled for everything I was worth. He had quite a load of hot white jissum to spill. A few droplets of the burning juices shot from the corner of my mouth, rolling down my cheek. But I managed to hang on to most of his load, gobbling enthusiastically, eating out his cock.
I had a tremendous feeling of exhilaration as I removed my tongue from his hard prick. I knew that I had truly accomplished something. Here was one guy who wasn't going to let me down. He loved fucking just as much as I did, and together we made a magnificent team.
Fritz constituted the first step in a wonderful series of relationships with dogs.
When I went to Montego Bay with my husband, I encountered a woman from the Miami area who had purchased a Great Dane from the same dog trainer that I had bought Fritz from.
She invited me over to her place that afternoon. Her name was Marie, and she was a little younger than I was, maybe in her early thirties. She, too, had a wealthy husband, but she wasn't all that turned on by him. She was more turned on with Maurice, her Great Dane.
We entered the bedroom first thing, removing our clothes. I noticed how closely she was watching me. She was a beautiful brunette with a fantastic body.
"I'm glad I'm here by myself," Marie said. "You and your husband appear to have the same problem I have with my husband. You ought to come here without your husband, too, honey."
"I'm gonna start doing that."
"I'll meet you, baby. Together we'll have a real blast."
Although Maurice was pacing the floor pensively, I could see that Marie was interested in me as she removed her panties. Even though I'd never had sex with a woman before, the idea didn't appear as revolting to me as it would have at one time. After all, I had come quite a ways when it came to liberal sex. I never would have dreamed of fucking a dog, but I had done it, and had learned to enjoy it, and was looking forward to taking on a second canine.
While Fritz was residing at a kennel in Miami, awaiting my return, I was making eyes now at handsome Maurice.
As I finished undressing and spread my beautiful naked body out on the bed, .Marie decided it was time to get down to serious business.
"I hope you don't mind if I help myself to a little something before Marucie gets involved," she giggled. "Actually, he's used to watching me doing it with a gorgeous chick. Then he gets into the act."
"You mean that's the route you go quite often?" I asked.
"That's right. You've made love both ways, haven't you, honey? I mean, with chicks."
"No, I haven't as a matter-of-fact."
"Surely you won't mind if I suck your pussy. I'd like to get you involved in red-hot female lovemaking. You know, if you dig going the dog route, you'll dig this, too."
My education continued as Marie moved her body toward mine. First thing she did was reach out with both hands and began to tickle my tits. She really knew how to get them excited. She started out slowly, but pretty soon she was clutching hard, letting her fingers move with resounding speed and skill over my hot breasts, providing me with exciting sensations.
The fervent action continued. After she had finished working her fingers over my tits, she slipped her head down between my legs. As she moved her fingers sweepingly over my legs, she put her tongue to work over my mound.
I found out at that point in time just how exciting it could be to receive some hot, jolting tongue stabs from a beautiful girl. She kept up her sweeping movements, driving her tongue into my hot pubic bush. She kept pushing me ever closer to the big moment of climax, the moment when the hot juices would spill out of my juicing pussy.
As she moved me ever closer to that point, my beautiful lover Marie threw her fingers around my ass cheeks. She clutched them nice and tight, holding on as the brisk pace continued. Her hot tongue kept exploring me, pushing ever deeper into my mound.
A few moments later the juices began to shoot from my pussy. I felt good as the juices bolted from me. Once again I was feeling liberated. Whenever I experienced a fantastic orgasm, that's the way I would always feel over that kind of action.
"Now we can give Maurice a chance," she winked. "He'd like to fuck your pussy. I'll tell you what, I'll slip his cock in your mound."
Marie went to work, sliding the dog's cock into my pussy. After that we were off to the races. I found myself another lover.
I'll tell you something. Since then my life has turned a whole lot more exciting. My beautiful lover Marie and I have gotten acquainted with some other women. We've set up our own little island meeting place. We have sex there with animals all the time. We've gotten together a nice contingent of dogs, and between us we have all kinds of wild thrills together.
I don't feel like I need men any more. That is, except for male dogs. I'm having a whole lot of fun just confining my fucking to the dogs and women. I don't feel like anything's missing from my life.
* * *
SUMMARY
I wanted to talk to Charlotte at greater length about her negative attitude toward men.
"Charlotte, don't you think that you have an unduly negative opinion of men?" I asked.
"After the treatment I've received from most of the ones I've dealt with, I don't think so. You talk about male chauvinists. Most of the ones I've known, including my husband, are interested in one of two things. Either they want a beautiful woman around to help their ego, like my husband, who can show me off at parties, or else they're interested in just a good piece of ass. Of course, then there are some like Carlos. They not only want the piece of ass. They want to get paid. They feel that what they're giving a woman is so great that they should be paid for it."
"Do you think that this bitter, distasteful attitude towards men was what prompted you to get involved with dogs?"
"You know, if it hadn't been for me being as steamed up as I was when I was, I don't think that I would have had the nerve to try it. I could have thought about it, and maybe it would have even seemed exciting to me at certain points, but I don't think I would have ever had the guts to actually follow through. Yes, I think that that's a fair statement."
"Have you ever thought about what would have happened had you met the right man?" I asked.
"The right man?" she looked at me incredulously. "I don't think there is such a thing. Maybe it's happened to some women, but, then again, maybe they're just too stupid to recognize the truth. Maybe they're just lying to themselves."
"Your attitude is so harsh that I don't sse how you could ever hope to face facts in a cool, objective fashion. You have involved yourself in some bizarre sex, and the more involved you get, the less-likely you will be to get to experience something that one could classify as normal in the way of sex responses. Couldn't it be possible that you would at least like to give your husband a chance to prove that he's a little better man than what you give him credit as being?"
"If there's one thing I don't want to hear, it's a sermon," she replied curtly. "If that's what you're gonna try and hand me, let's just forget about the whole thing right now."
"Believe me, I'm trying to help you," I said. "The reason why I wanted to spend this much time with you was that I felt first of all that the material would be interesting to people, and also that if you revealed everything about yourself that it would be helpful to you. I mean, you seem very bitter about your husband. I don't think that he means as little to you as you say. Generally speaking, people don't get that upset unless somebody or something means something to them. By virtue of the fact you're that upset, I'd have to say that you do have some feeling for your husband. What has bothered you, I'm certain, is that he hasn't given you enough in the way of physical attention. I think that you ought to sit down and have a long talk with him about it. Have you ever approached him in a sensitive manner about this matter?"
"I've talked to him about it."
"You didn't completely answer my question. I'm concerned about the approach you used when you talked to him. It might make him self-conscious if he thought that he wasn't worth anything in bed."
"He hasn't been worth much there," she snapped indignantly.
"I'm saying one thing. You ought to be a little more sympathetically disposed toward him. At least from the standpoint of airing out your problems. I think if you would do that you'd find there was more common ground between the two of you than you thought. That's what so often happens in marriage situations. The parties are just afraid to communicate with each other. Either that or they're convinced that there's just no basis whatsoever for communication. I think that you've got an entirely erroneous concept about all of this."
"I don't know about that," she sighed. "I've tried to talk to him many times."
"What was the result of those conversations?" I asked.
"The result was that nothing would happen. He would get upset over the way that I would bring the whole thing into the open. You see, apparently he doesn't want to know the truth."
"But did you approach him with the truth harshly or sympathetically?"
"What difference does that make? I told him what he had to hear. He just didn't want to hear it. To me that's a person who is trying to avoid the truth of the matter."
"I don't think so. I think that if you would approach him a little differently, talking to him at greater length, in a very sympathetic way, I believe that this would make a good deal of difference in your relationship."
"We're just going around in circles. I don't think that you understand my problem at all," she said in an irked tone. "Besides, I'm happy having sex with dogs. I really like this organization that Marie and I have started. It's a very good one. All the women in it have a good time."
"But I still sense a good deal of frustration in you," I told her.
"That's something that you're imagining. It's really not there. You just think that it is."
"Very well. There's no law that says you have to listen to me. I just wish you would bear in mind some of the things that I have been saying. Even though you might not agree with them now, I think that in time you will. I think it's just a question of time before all of this will be moving into clearer focus. Eventually I think you'll agree with what I've been saying today to you."
"Don't count on it," Charlotte laughed. "I'll tell you something. I'm doing the right thing now. I'm thinking about myself. I want some beautiful action, and I'm getting it. I'm doing what I want to do without any strings attached, to me that's a pretty beautiful and satisfying life."
It frustrated me to talk to Charlotte at such great length and wind up poles apart from her. I knew that I could help her if she were just willing to listen to me. But apparently she wasn't willing to make compromises at that point. She had given up on her husband, and was not that eager to even communicate with him on the subject of their physical estrangement.
Although I hope that Charlotte will eventually come to the realization that what I was telling her was for her own good, I'm afraid that she is far away from the point when she will begin to examine things from her husband's standpoint. All she could think about was the fact that she had been deprived of the sex that she wanted for a long time. For that reason she blames her husband, and at the present time there doesn't seem to be any-likelihood of her changing her mind.
My subject for Case Two, Stefanie M., was, if anything, even more frustrated than Charlotte.
Whereas Charlotte, confused as she might be relating to sex, is eager to experience all kinds of wild sensations, she at least is willing to confine them to herself and her partners.
In the case of Stefanie, I was confronted with an exhibitionist, a girl who was not interested in having sex unless she had a parade of admirers watching her.
CASE TWO
Stefanie M. was a lovely, effervescent redhead who was willing to talk at length about herself.
She possessed a pleasant smile and on the surface one would have thought her to be a well-adjusted young woman about to embark on a marriage. But marriage was scores of leagues removed from young Stefanie's mind. Instead of marriage, she was concerned about just one thing, engaging in as many wild sex sessions as possible.
Whereas most of the women I interviewed pertaining to the bestial relations were concerned about their own personal selves from the standpoint of thrills, Stefanie was concerned about other people and how they reacted to her.
Her bizarre story follows:
My father is about as rich as Midas. He started out with one night club in the Chicago area, and from there everything started to flourish. Now he has places all over the United States, at least in the major cities, and I don't see him too often. He divorced my mother a few years ago, and he's always playing around with some cute little thing, usually a waitress, a hat check girl, or some entertainer who's working at one of his clubs. Since he's rich and powerful, he naturally can score anytime that he wants to, and with some of the best-looking chicks imaginable.
But I've been coming into my own lately. I'm a pretty gorgeous chick in my own right, and I'll stack myself up against any of the girls that my dad-likes. As a matter-of-fact, as of late I've started to critically analyze myself. I've put myself up against these chicks I've seen him with and I'll tell you something, I come off pretty well. As far as I'm concerned, I could come off real well against any of them. I'm that good looking as far as I'm concerned.
A few weeks ago I asked the old man for money so that I could take a trip to Los Angeles. I wanted to see some of my groovy friends there, people that I had met at parties my dad had given. I liked some of the people in show business, since so many of them strictly didn't give a damn about anything other than having a good time. That's me all over. I didn't used to be that way, but after I got out of high school I started changing. Now I'm all for fun, any way that I can have it.
So I decided to go to L.A., and the guy I wanted to look up immediately was a television actor. I can't call him by his real name, since you wouldn't know him as that, even if you've heard of him. He's not one of the big stars, but he's fairly well known. His name is Darrell. That's his real name. But you wouldn't know him by that. He goes by another name. I don't want you to know who he really is, so I'll call him by his real name.
Anyhow, I called him on the phone and told him I'd be in. He said he'd be waiting for me. I knew what that meant. I didn't really care. He could have designs on me anytime, as far as I was concerned. I really liked him.
When I got over to his place, taking a cab from the airport, not even wanting to bother calling him, he was waiting for me.
"Why didn't you call me?" he asked as he let me inside his little home in the Hollywood Hills.
"I didn't call you because I didn't see any reason for you having to drive out to the airport. I can take a cab just as easily. What the hell."
"Have you had anything to eat?" he asked me.
"Yeah, they served steak on the plane."
"How about something to drink?"
"I had cocktails all the way to Los Angeles. No thanks. I don't need anything more to drink."
"Then I guess the obvious question is thisare you ready to fuck? "
"I am, but not just with you."
"What do you mean?" he looked at me with a hurt expression on his face.
"I like large gatherings. I want to fuck in a group, baby. I want you to get some of your friends over here. You must know lots of guys in your line of work."
"Of course I do. There are the stunt men on the show, some of the other actors. There are the technicians. I know all kinds of guys."
"How many of them have long dicks?"
"I've never taken a survey, but most of them seem pretty damned horny," he laughed. "I guess that ought to suffice. How many guys do you want over here?"
"I'd like at least nine others. I want to take on ten men. You see, my tongue feels real itchy. Fd like to suck off ten guys."
"That I can handle," he laughed. "I am a little embarrassed though. I was hoping you'd just want to do it with me."
"Nothing personal, honey. You'll get to screw me plenty during my stay here. It's just that I want to have some fun with some other guys as well. I like my fun in group sessions. I enjoy taking on a whole flock of guys."
"All right. .So I'll give these guys a buzz. I'll have a whole group of them over here in no time at all."
Darrell was right. He turned out to be a very good organizer. All it took was about an hour, and there were ten guys in the room, Darrell and nine other men.
I recognized a few of the guys. They were bit players. And there was another fellow, a good-looking man in his forties who was one of the co-stars of the series that Darrell worked on. He was there, too. So we were all ready to go.
"I understand you like to give head," Darrell said.
"That's why I wanted all these cocks in the same room at the same time," I nodded.
"Since I got them all together, I hope you don't mind sucking me off first," Darrell said.
"Of course I don't. Just unzip your trousers. That's all you've got to do," I told him."
"I think we should all take off our clothes," this actor in his forties said. "I think that you ought to take your clothes off, Stefanie baby, and that we ought to all do the same."
"I agree," Darrell said. "That'll make the whole thing seem so much more romantic."
"All right, I guess we could do that," I said. "You guys do the same thing."
The next few minutes, everybody occupied themselves with the act of undressing. After Darrell took off his clothes and I took off mine, I began to size up his huge cock. The longer I looked at his huge, pulsating stick, the more eager I became to sink my tongue against it.
"Just lie down in the middle of the bed," I said. "Darrell, baby, I'm gonna give you a suck you're never gonna forget."
"I'm looking forward to it," he grinned, sliding his body downward toward the bed.
I watched as Darrell stretched out, lying on his back. He extended his legs, showing me his long, hard pecker.
"The rest of you guys just line up," I said calmly, "there's gonna be plenty there for everyone in this show."
"I hope that your tongue doesn't get tired," one of the men laughed.
"Don't you worry about my tongue. You just worry about your cock," I said, triggering laughter throughout the room.
These guys just stood there watching, their dicks hard with anticipation, as I slipped my head down between Darrell's legs.
I began by slipping my tongue into his ass-hole. I knew that would get him. I wanted to make him feel as wild and uninhibited as possible, so I moved my tongue firmly toward his anus. I really stabbed at his ass-hole, driving my tongue quickly, getting him turned on with every brisk stroke.
"Oh, what an ass licker," Darrell exclaimed loudly. "Can this gal ever rim, guys. Oh, she's really getting my cock excited. I can't take too much of this, baby. Your tongue is just too much."
While my tongue kept on whiplashing its way back and forth inside Darrell's hot ass-hole, I reached out with both hands and began to toy with his cock. I moved my fingers at a relentless clip, allowing them to slide up and down his huge rod. I loved touching his wild organ, and the longer that my fingers focused on it, the more eager I became to switch the action from his ass-hole to his cock.
But I was determined to drive him to the brink, right up the wall, getting him as excited as I could before I switched to the cock sucking. So I kept up my determined ass licking, stabbing my hot tongue inside his ass-hole, driving him into fervent states of ecstasy. His legs and ass cheeks wiggled with every thrusting stroke that I brought forth with my tongue. I kept stabbing my tongue ever higher into his ass-hole, pushing with everything that I was worth, driving him that much closer to an exciting climax.
"Oh, slip your tongue against my cock," Darrell finally exclaimed. "I really need that, honey. Oh, I've got to shoot my juices in your mouth. I've got to fuck your beautiful mouth. Oh, sweetheart, come on, let's really let ourselves go."
I removed my tongue from Darrell's ass-hole. Then I slipped it against his balls. I slid my tongue rapidly and convincingly, driving it against his testicles. The longer that I kept up my solid tongue strokes, the hotter that I made him.
"Oh, my balls are really expanding," he exclaimed. "Your tongue's really doing the job, baby. Oh, yeah, sweetheart, you're so good. Ah, your tongue's doing such a beautiful job. Keep it going, baby. Oh, yeah, honey, I really like this."
I continued my tongue stroking against his balls. About the time that he was so super charged that he could hardly take any more, I removed my tongue from Darrell's balls and went to work on the tip of his cock. I slid my tongue slowly over the tip of his penis, then began to exercise it swiftly up and down the full length of his enormous pecker.
"Suck my rod," he called out, "oh, honey, keep up the sucking. Suck my hot prick. Yes, honey, go ahead, baby. Oh, suck me, honey, keep on sucking me, baby. Drive your tongue against my pecker. Oh, I really feel the itch now, baby. You're really doing it. Oh, you're doing it so well."
I kept up my sweeping strokes as my head bobbed up and down, driving my tongue swiftly up and down the full length of his organ. I kept driving my tongue, sending it spiritedly against him, moving him that much closer to an eager climax.
"Play with my balls while you're sucking my cock," Darrell exclaimed. "Go ahead, honey. Let yourself go, sweetheart. I need those beautiful strokes. Oh, just keep me going. Just keep on sending your tongue against my dick. Bring me off, sweetheart. Oh, I need to juice. I need to juice so bad. Keep driving your hot tongue. Oh, keep it sliding against my cock. Oh, keep playing with my balls. Keep working your fingers over them. Yes, honey, oh, yeah, how good I feel. Oh, do it for me, baby."
While I was sucking Darrell ever closer to climax, the other guys were also providing encouragement.
"This chick is some hose artist," one guy said. "Just look at the way that tongue of hers glides. She really knows how to work it."
"Keep working your tongue, honey," another man called out. "Suck his cock. Bring him off. Keep your tongue sliding. Keep working it over his hot dick."
I kept on sucking Darrell until he couldn't take it any longer. At that point the hot, electric white sparks began to shoot from the end of his stick. He really unloaded, unleashing a sea of passionate juice into my waiting mouth.
I loved every delicious droplet, sucking the white sprem that came spilling out of the end of his enormous rod.
"Oh, I'm doing it," he sighed, "I really love it, baby. Go ahead, sweetheart. Oh, suck me dry, baby. I'm really unleashing it, baby. Yes, baby, oh, sweetheart, honey, oh, it's juicing. It's really shooting out of there. I just love it."
The white spurting juices kept on spilling out of there, flowing into my mouth. I gobbled up every delightful droplet of the hot stuff, after which I released my tongue from his hot rod.
"I'm next," the handsome actor in his forties said. "I want you to suck my ass-hole just like you did his, then I want you to suck off my cock."
"As I said, all you guys have to do is line up," I grinned. "I'll take care of the rest."
"I really dig this chick," one man laughed. "Darrell, where did you run into her?"
"At a party back in Chicago when I was on a promotion tour for the show."
"She's a real winner," another man said. "Any chick that can wield a tongue like that is a friend of mine. She really knows how to suck cock."
"Just watch me," I looked at the men and exclaimed. "You're gonna see me put on quite an exhibition with my hot tongue. I'm gonna bring every one of you guys off before you leave this room."
"That's the kind of talk I love to hear," a man laughed loudly.
I went after the actor with the same degree of conviction that I had utilized when I was sucking Darrell. I began by flipping my tongue against his ass-hole. With sparkling determination he flipped his hips back and forth. Every time that my tongue stabbed against his ass-hole he made me that much more excited by his quivering.
While his hips flipped and his body flounced, I kept on stabbing his ass-hole. I kept up the burning tongue strokes for a few more minutes, after which I decided I ought to switch to his balls. So as I worked my finger up and down his huge cock, I turned my tongue loose on his testicles. I really drove my tongue, sliding it frantically against his hot hairy balls.
"Keep up the sucking," he called out. "Oh, grind your tongue against my balls. Oh, bring me off, honey. I need to orgasm. My wife won't suck my cock very much. It's action that I don't get very often. Oh, come on, suck me, baby."
From the very first instant that my tongue made initial contact with that guy's cock, he flew into a wild panic. He loved the cock sucking. As he had said, he got very little of it at home. So this made it a rare treat, something that really made him happy.
"Suck my dick," he encouraged. "Oh, pump your tongue, baby. Work it quickly, sweetheart. Oh, I want it so bad. Come on, honey. Slide your tongue over my cock. Oh, bring me off, you've got to. I want to juice, I want to juice right now."
"You've really got him worked up," Darrell chuckled. "What a cock sucker you are. Go ahead, honey, and finish him off. Suck every drop of juice out of his hot dick. Go after it, baby. Get all of that juice."
Several driving tongue stabs later, the pecker liquid began to spill out of the end of the man's flaming tool.
"There it goes. Oh, I'm juicing, what a wonderful feeling," he sighed. "Go after every drop of it, honey. Oh, baby, eat it. Eat every drop. You've got to suck it all out of me. I want it so bad, sweetheart. Oh, my balls are tickling. They really are, honey. The stuff is just shooting out of there. I feel so great. Oh, what a relief. Oh, it's so great. I'm getting such tremendous sensations from this."
His legs kept flipping back and forth as the stream of hot white liquid spilled out of the end of his pecker. As the sizzling juices kept spurting, I began to feel better about everything.
Not only was I receiving a hot load of cock juice, which made me happy. I was entertaining a whole group of guys. It made me feel good to see them just standing there with their eyes popping open and their dicks as hard as rocks. They were impressed over the way that I was giving head, and I wouldn't be satisfied until I had sucked off every cock in that room.
That was my goal, and I was determined to meet it. These guys were absolutely stupefied. They had never met a girl who was any more eager than I was.
You don't know how much of a thrill I got when I would hear them talking about me. As I would be taking one guy on, running my tongue up and down his long hard prick, the other men would talk about how incredible I was.
"That gal's a walking suction cup," one guy laughed. "Just look at her run her tongue up and down that fellow's pecker. She's absolutely too much. She's gonna suck him until he juices. She loves the stuff. I guess she must be on a special high protein diet."
That was just a sample of the kind of comments I received. I loved the tongue movements, and as I kept thrusting my tongue up and down every long hard dick I encountered, I became that much more aroused.
Finally I made my way down to the last cock in the room. With a blistering speed and grace, I kept up my sucking, driving my tongue with every bit as much zeal as I had with Darrell, the first guy I'd sucked.
"Oh, I thought I might get short-changed, being the last guy, but I'mnot getting shortchanged at all," the guy gasped. "You're really running your tongue, honey. Oh, I wish my girl friend was here. She ought to get lessons from you on how to suck cock. She's just not in your league, baby. Oh, keep your tongue moving. Keep it sliding gracefully, baby. Oh, what a tongue you have. Keep sucking me. Keep driving your tongue quickly over my dick. Ah, keep it going, lover. Drive it, baby. Oh, honey, sweetheart, keep it moving."
A few sturdy strokes later, the juices began to shoot from his dick I was there to gobble them up. As they shot voluminously out of his hot tool, I reached out and clutched at his balls. I held his testicles ever so tightly, happy over the manner in which he was juicing.
"Oh, what a nice load I'm giving you," he exclaimed. "I can see that a good cock suck brings out the best in a guy. I wouldn't have juiced like this if it hadn't been for you, baby. You're going after every drop. Oh, go after the stuff, honey. Come on, keep sliding your tongue. Yes, this is so good. Oh, I'm loving every hot suck.
Keep your tongue sliding, lover. Oh, go after every drop of it."
The spurting juices continued to spill from the end of his long erect pecker. I went after every delightful morsel, gobbling it up, loving the taste of the gushing cream.
You know, when I finished up on that last guy's cock, the guys all gave me a standing ovation. I never saw anything like it. They just cheered, whistled, screamed and clapped.
"You'd better cool it," Darrell finally called out fearfully. "If we don't stop it, somebody will call the cops. It's getting pretty late. They don't like that much noise around here."
"Tell them to shove it if they don't like it," one guy laughed.
"Or at least move," somebody else said.
A few minutes later the guys all started filing out of the place. I stretched out on the bed and decided to rest. My tongue was still in surprisingly good shape. I could have sucked five more cocks if I'd had to.
When the last guy had left, Darrell lit a cigarette and sat down next to me. He patted me on the ass cheek tenderly.
"You were fantastic," he said. "You know something, I want you to stay here with me."
"That's awfully nice of you," I said. "Just as long as I don't put you out."
"Are you kidding?" he laughed. "I really dig you, honey. There's no way you could put me out. You could turn me on, but you'll never put me out. As a matter-of-fact, I'm thinking of something that we can do for fun tomorrow. I've got a little surprise for you, baby. Just wait."
"I just wonder what it is."
"If I told you it wouldn't be a surprise, would it?"
"I guess not," I shrugged.
The next day Darrell invited a more exclusive group. This time there were only three guys. Also, they were new. They were guys he hadn't invited the day before.
After I had given all three of them head, Darrell came on the scene with a hard cock. He had been standing there massaging his cock while I had been sucking the dicks of the red-hot men.
As the guys reclined on the floor, watching the action, Darrell slipped his tongue inside my ass-hole.
"Damned, but I love to be rimmed," I said. "Keep twisting it, baby. Oh, what a nice tongue you've got. You appreciate my ass-hole and that's great. I really love the way you're moving your tongue, darling. Oh, yes, you're doing it so well. Those movements are so beautiful. You're really sending your tongue into me. Oh, suck my hot butt, sweetheart. I like your ass-hole stabs. Keep on driving your tongue into my ass-hole, baby. Go ahead, sweetheart. Oh, yeah, open up, darling. Drive your tongue, honey. Ah, drive it, make waves with that tongue of yours, sweetheart. Oh, put it to work, sweetheart. Oh, honey, darling, you're really getting me there. I like your driving tongue. I really love the way you're working it. You're sliding your tongue so beautifully inside my ass-hole."
He kept up his steady, vigorous pursuit of my hot anus for the next few moments. When he finally released it, he was eager to get his cock to work.
"Now that I've sucked your ass-hole, I want to fuck it," he said. "I got so horny watching the way your hot butt was wiggling when you were sucking my friends."
"Give her a good fuck," one guy called out eagerly.
He reached out and grabbed a pillow, which he placed in the middle of the bed.
"Lie on your stomach, sweetheart," he patted my ass cheeks nonchalantly.
"I don't know if I want that kind of action or not," I said, grimacing.
"You're big enough to take something like this," Darrell assured me. "It'll sting a little, but you'll take it. You'll bear up under it."
"Hold on, honey. I don't know if I will dig it or not. I have had it a couple of times, and both guys just about killed me in the process."
"I'm not gonna kill you," he assured me. "I'm just gonna give you some sensations. I'm gonna give you some wild, wonderful sensations, honey. You just wait and see."
"All right, I'll stretch out on my stomach. But try and be careful with my ass-hole. The ass-hole you break may be mine."
My little joke caused the three guys who were watching us to burst into laughter.
"He'll do a good job on you, baby," one of the guys said. "Just relax, honey. Just lie back and get ready. He's gonna give you some hot, solid jolts with his cock."
I stretched out on my stomach, then parted my legs ever so slightly. I wanted to give him plenty of room to shove his cock inside my ass-hole.
He reached out with his right index finger, probing inside my hot ass. Back and forth he moved his finger with steady zeal. He kept on driving it, plunging his finger pulsatingly high into my anus.
"That's great," Darrell sighed. "I just love the shape of your hot butt, honey. Oh, and I like your ass-hole. It's so flexible, sweetheart. It'll be great to fuck. It'll just be fantastic to screw, darling. Oh, yeah, this is gonna be something. You're gonna really get a fuck when I start plunging my dick into the ass-hole, baby."
I must say that I was impressed with the finger fucking. The longer that my lover's finger kept plunging inside my ass-hole, the better that I felt. Back and forth he kept up his invigorating stabs, and as he moved his finger, he got me that much more excited.
About the time that my ass cheeks were wiggling back and forth like a piston, he withdrew his finger. He got set to send his cock into my ass-hole.
"Grind your dick inside me," I said. "Maybe I was wrong, baby. These other guys just probably didn't have the hang of it. I think that you might. You've been so beautiful on everything else so far, baby."
"Just hang on there, honey, because I'm gonna give your ass-hole quite a workout," he laughed. "Just wait until you experience my cock stabs. Oh, am I ever gonna sink my hot pecker into your ass-hole. You're gonna love it. Oh, am I ever gonna drive my cock. I'm gonna really slide it inside you."
He heaved a loud sigh, then shoved his cock forward. He plunged it into my ass-hole. With stirring determination, Darrell drove his hard dick forward. He kept on plunging it. The first few stabs did hurt, but I liked the grace with which he wielded his dick. He knew just how to exercise it, flipping it back and forth, pushing himself quickly toward the brink of climax.
"Oh, I love this action," he sighed. "Baby, oh, what a nice ass you've got. Oh, just keep on flexing it, baby. That's what I like. These are the movements that drive me wild. Flex your hot butt. Oh, keep it twisting and turning, sweetheart. I'm just about ready to juice. Ah, honey, baby, I'm just about ready to give you the big surprise."
"Isn't this it?"
"No, it isn't," he said. "But you're giving me such a great fuck that I'm gonna have it for you pretty soon. Oh, yeah, baby. This is superb. Ah, honey, I really dig this action. Oh, it's so very good to be doing this."
The longer that he kept fucking my ass-hole, the more sharply he continued to glide his cock as it pursued my anus. He kept plunging and pushing it deep inside my ass-hole, grinding it steadily, moving ever closer to the point of climax.
A few solid strokes later, the hot white juice was ready to thunder from the end of his cock.
To make things all the more dramatic, my lover reached out and clutched at my buttocks. He really clasped onto my ass cheeks tightly, and as he kept fucking me, his fingers clutched that much more zealously. He was really holding on, moving all the closer to a dramatic orgasm.
"Oh, keep grinding your dick," I called out. "I never thought I could like anything as much. This is so good, baby. Oh, I love this kind of fucking. It's so beautiful."
All I had to do was just keep wiggling my butt. I did that. As I kept working it back and forth, Darrell moved that much closer to the point of orgasm.
"This is it," he sighed, clasping his fingers around my ass cheeks even more tightly than before. "I'm gonna really juice, baby. Oh, you just get set for it, sweetheart. Yes, here it goes, oh, this is so nice. The hot white stuff is shooting. Oh, I'm juicing, this is so wonderful, baby. I just love it, oh, sweetheart, this is so good. Ah, it's nice, real nice, sweetheart. Oh, yeah."
As I felt the spurting white juices shooting into my ass-hole, great waves of satisfaction shot through me. It was nice to be fucked in such a convincing manner. Maybe I had been a little fearful in the beginning about getting my ass-hole stabbed, but once that I received a sample of my lover Darrell's starkling cock movements, I recognized that I could quite comfortably adjust to his level of screwing.
Darrell released his dick from my ass-hole. He looked at me and smiled, then got up from the bed.
"I'd have to say that this is one of the most satisfying orgasms I've ever had," he told me.
"The same goes for me," I replied.
"Now I'll get the big surprise," he chuckled. "Come with me, Ralph."
At this point Darrell stalked out of the room with Ralph, one of the three guests. They were both grinning, as were the other two guys.
"You're really gonna have fun," Ralph told me.
I didn't know what to expect, so I decided to play it cool. I could see that with Darrell the sky was the limit when it came to finding ways of getting sexual kicks.
I just sat there waiting, my curiosity absolutely killing me. I just couldn't imagine what my friend and lover were going to come up with.
A few moments later they walked back into the room. Ralph was holding a box.
Darrell opened the box and I got the shock of my life. I'll never forget how hard my heart relentlessly pounded as I observed a rattlesnake jump out of the box that had just been brought into the room.
The guys all burst into laughter, but I certainly wasn't about to join them. I was too plain stunned. As a matter-of-fact, I could have picked up something and hit Darrell with it at that moment. I was furious. But more than that, I was scared, damned scared. I figured that these guys had lost their marbles, and that my life was hanging from a slender little thread. After all, there was a snake rolling around there on the floor in front of me.
"You guys are insane," I shrieked. "Maybe you don't care about being bitten by a snake, but I sure do."
"He's a rattlesnake who had lost his rattle," Darrell laughed.
"What he means, honey, is that the snake has been defanged," Ralph said. "That means that there's no way he can hurt you. But he can supply you with a lot of fun."
"What do you mean by that?" I asked curiously.
"He can suck your pussy," Ralph explained.
"Not on your life," I shot back angrily.
"Come on, sweetheart, and be a good sport," Darrell said softly. "Stefanie, honey, he'd like you. I've seen him suck other girls. His name is Barney, and he's very good at licking pussy. Just spread your legs, honey, and I'll bring Barney over there to you. You'll love him."
"You've got to be crazy," I insisted. "This is awful. Just think of it, being sucked by a snake. I don't even kniw if I ought to believe you about him being defanged."
"The venom has been taken out of him," Ralph insisted. "Believe us, Stefanie. Have we acted scared about anything?"
"No, but maybe you're just plain crazy," I said.
"We might be crazy in some ways," Darrell said, "but not to the point where we would let this snake to run around when he'd be able to kill us. We don't want to die young, Stefanie. So just relax. You'll love it after the snake has gotten acquainted with you, baby."
The whole thing left me with a chilling feeling. I hated the idea of getting sucked by a snake, but there I was, completely outnumbered by these four guys and the snake.
Darrell picked up the snake and walked toward me. He had a big grin on his face. I absolutely could have killed him at that point. It really bothered me. The guys kept staring at me, all of them sitting there and smiling. They were eager to watch an exhibition.
As happy as I generally am to provide men with entertainment, I thought that this was going a little too far. As I lay there, I watched as Darrell put the snake down on the bed. He immediately reacted to me. He move curiously between my legs.
"He's getting the idea," Darrell chuckled. "Just lie back there and relax, honey. This snake is gonna really dig your pussy. I know he is. Just give him half a chance. Let yourself go."
I felt like letting out another scream, but I didn't feel like I could. All the guys were looking at me. It would have been too embarrassing. By that point in time I was convinced that the snake couldn't hurt me. I now had another fear. That of having physical contact with the snake. The whole thing was still shocking, even though I was convinced that I wasn't in any danger of losing my life, or for that matter, even getting hurt in any way.
My whole body trembled with disgust as the snake made its initial impact with my pussy. It flipped its tongue back and forth several times against my mound. At first I hated it, knowing that I was being sucked by a snake. But pretty soon I began to enjoy it. I lay back and relaxed as the snake kept on delivering stabs with his tongue, moving against my mound.
It really had the knack when it came to sucking my snatch. I couldn't get over it. I would close my eyes, then receive the sharp, jolting stabs from the snake, who pushed me that much closer to climax.
"This feels good," I said. "I'm really surprised. Oh, this snake really knows how to suck cunt. Keep it up, Barney baby. I like the way you're working your tongue. Oh, honey, sweetheart, this is so good."
"I just knew that you'd like it," Ralph nodded smilingly.
"Go get her, Barney, suck her mound," another guy yelled out. "Damned, but this is exciting. "I've got to jerk off this is so good."
"Just look at baby Stefanie's twisting butt," Darrell exclaimed, "this is fun watching this kind of action. Just look at the way she's flipping her ass around. Boy, she really is enjoying this. I can see that she's a pretty excited girl. Keep it going, old boy, come on, Barney, suck her mound."
He kept up his hot, thrusting tongue efforts until he had me ready to juice. About that time my buttocks were flipping restlessly on the bed as I moved ever closer to the point of climax. Back and forth I kept on flipping my ass cheeks, moving that much closer to the point of climax.
"Oh, bring me off, baby, bring me off," I exclaimed. "Yes, honey, you're really doing it. Oh, I didn't think I could get this excited. Not by a snake. Oh, you're really doing my pussy, Barney. I've got to juice, honey. Just wait, baby. The hot pussy juices are gonna shoot. Oh, I'm just about there, sweetheart. This is so much fun. Oh, it's so good. Ah, I'm juicing, sweetheart. Oh, I'm really juicing. It's such great fun. What wonderful sensations."
At that point I heaved a loud, prolonged sigh. That was all I could do. The hot juices kept spraying out of my mound, and my whole body was bouncing up and down on the bed as the pussy juices spurted from my snatch.
"Bravo, a great job," the men laughed. Then they burst into loud applause.
The men roared with laughter and satisfaction, having perfectly enjoyed what had taken place. It made all of them feel extra good to know how much fun had been had.
I could still hardly believe what I had done.
I stretched out on the bed, just thinking things over, as Ralph and the rest of the crew got everything together and left.
It made me feel good to know that I had made the guys happy. I think that they thought a good deal of me for one reason. They knew that even though I was afraid, I didn't bow out. I stayed right in there and we had all had a good deal of fun as a result.
The next afternoon, Darrell provided me with yet another surprise. He invited a different group of guys over, and the first thing he did was have one guy open up a box.
This time a Whole contingent of black widow spiders jumped out of the box.
"I don't believe this," I said. "What are you doing, Darrell? This time you have outdone yourself. I can get awfully hurt."
"Oh, no. This isn't gonna bother you, baby, it's gonna make you happy," Darrell said. "They have also had the poison taken out of them. But they do love to crawl around against a girl's pussy. They'll absolutely surround you. Some of them will dance around on your thighs, and the rest of them will go after your pussy juice. You'll love it, sweetheart."
I must say that the black widow spiders were attracted to my body in the same way that a bee is attracted to honey. They moved quickly toward me. The first thing that happened was, just like Darrell said, some of them went to work on my thighs and the rest of them went to work on my pussy.
"Oh, does it ever tickle, oh, the way they're working on my mound," I said.
I knew that I was getting excited for two reasons. It was more than just the fact that I was getting my pussy worked on. In addition, they were taking care of my thighs, and that helped a good deal as well. After all, my legs and thighs are a very erogenous zone for me.
As the spiders kept on crawling around my legs, it got me that much more agitated as the rest of the spiders worked around my pussy.
I knew that it wouldn't take long for me to climax. I was so hot and bothered that there was just no other way to go. My body was flipping up and down on the bed. I found myself moving ever closer to the dramatic moment of climax.
"Oh, I'm real close," I said. "Oh, honey, I'm about ready to juice. Yes, baby, I really like it. Oh, I'm gonna shoot my juices. Oh, you guys are too much for me."
A few moments later the juices shot from my mound. I was damned happy. Not only had I enjoyed the sucking. I had given the guys a good many thrills us they watched me.
After the spiders had been collected and put back into the box, Darrell showed up with his cock harder than ever. He pumped up and down on it, sliding into bed with me.
"I want to go first," one of the other guys said.
"I'm just taking advantage of the privilege of being the host," Darrell laughed.
He rolled into bed with me, throwing his arms around my body, then kissing my lips several times. He worked his tongue inside my mouth. Together, we made all kinds of wild, devastating music as he tongue kissed me.
He finished the French kiss, removing his tongue. He looked down at his hard, sturdy pecker, which needed some immediate attention.
"Move your fingers around my dick" he said. "Come on, honey. Oh, finger my long dick. I need that kind of attention. Really turn me on with the finger action, baby."
I was more than happy to satisfy Darrell. I reached out with my right hand and began to pump up and down the full length of his hard rod. While I was fingering his dick, I reached out with my other hand and toyed with his balls. I got him agitated in a big way, working my fingers over his dick and testicles at the same time.
"All right, you can let go now," Darrell said.
I no sooner let go than Darrell was ready to run amuck. He slipped his cock forward, allowing it to plunge inside my mouth. He wiggled his hips back and forth, throat fucking me masterfully, pushing his cock deep inside my mouth.
"Oh, am I ever gonna unload the juice," he sighed. "I'm really gonna do it, baby. Yes, honey. What a screw. Oh, I'm gonna unleash the hot juices in your mouth. This is beautiful, baby."
He kept up his sturdy pecker movements, plunging his cock deep inside my mouth, engorging me with his huge tool. I knew that in just a matter of a few strokes the hot white liquid would spill out of the end of his pulsating cock.
He reached out and clutched at my ass cheeks. He held onto them ever so tightly. Then the big moment arrived. The hot white pecker juices began to spill out of the end of his enormous rod, spilling into my waiting mouth. The guys roared with excitement and approval as he unloaded every droplet of his hot pecker juice inside my mouth. It was a beautiful experience that I could never forget.
That was one of the greatest experiences of my life, going to visit Darrell. When I got back to Chicago, the first thing I did was look into the possibility of getting some spiders and some snakes. I wanted to have something that would really turn these guys on when they came to fuck with me. And, as I've said before, I like doing it in groups.
So I accomplished just that, and thanks to Darrell, I now know of a way to really turn guys on. The first time that they see something like that, they're normally so shocked they hardly know what to do. As for me, I crack up laughing. I like to turn guys on in bizarre ways.
* * *
SUMMARY
Stefanie's case was enormously fascinating. I had enough encounters with many women who enjoy promiscuous sex, but few who, like Stefanie, were as concerned about shocking numbers of men.
"Do you see much of your father, Stefanie?" I asked, hoping to follow up in an area wherein I thought I might obtain some meaningful clues.
"I think that I mentioned that he's busy with his work so much of the time."
"I wondered if that situation had changed any lately."
"Things have gotten worse," she said. "He's gone just about all the time. I do see him around every now and then though. As I said, he's got some cute chick with him all the time. But I'll tell you. I'll bet those chicks aren't doing what I'm doing."
"Have you ever tried to shock your father?"
"I guess I have," she chuckled. "I've told him a few times what I do for kicks. He doesn't want to believe it. I've tried to talk him into going to a session. I'd like to see the look on his face when a snake sucks my pussy."
"You mean you actually told him all about that?"
"Why not?" she laughed. "Of course I'd tell him. The whole thing delights me. I think this. He gets around a lot, and I can get around more. I've teased him by telling him that none of the chicks he goes with would ever take on ten guys at one time."
"How did he react to that?"
"He said he didn't want to believe it. But I kept telling him it was the truth."
"Did he finally believe you?" I asked.
"I guess he did. All of the sudden he became very glum. Really sullen. He didn't want to say much of anything. As a matter-of-fact, he just kind of crept out of the house."
"I'd say on that basis then that he did believe you," I speculated.
"I guess so. I wanted to teach him a lesson. These chicks that he has aren't as groovy as he thinks. What I mean is that I'll go further than any of them if I have to."
"Precisely why is it that you want to go that far, Stefanie? Is it that you're trying to impress your father?"
"I just get a kick out of performing in front of a bunch of guys," she laughed.
"Do you ever desire just being with one man? I mean, do you ever reach the point where you would like privacy?"
"That's the funny thing," Stefanie said. "I suppose that it would only be normal if I felt that way, but I don't. No, I really don't. I actually get this feeling where I want to be with a whole bunch of guys. And every now and then I'll think about my father. I'll think that I can outdo what any of those women that he knows can do. Maybe this seems very strange to you, but this is the way I am."
"Did you ever reach the point where you desired having just one man in what could be termed a normal type relationship?" I asked.
Stefanie paused for a long time before replying to my question.
"You know, I have had feelings like that," she nodded slowly. "Every now and then I have, but I dismiss them. I tell myself that it's more important to please a whole flock of people. On top of that, I guess I'm just like a performer. You know how it is when they know the crowd is happy. I'm the same way. When I recognize that everybody's happy, it gives me a fantastic feeling."
"I think that I understand your problem very well, Stefanie, at least to the point where I could provide you with a little sound advice, if you want me to," I said. "I don't want to impose my will on you in any kind of a domineering way. I would just like to get a few points across to you."
"Sure. I think you're trying to help me," Stefanie said.
"First of all, you resent the fact that your father hadn't been closer," I said. "You need psychical reassurance. You need very badly to have people react favorably to you in order to compensate for the lack of attention you're getting from your father. I see that as your major problem, my dear."
"But why would I push it to the extent of having sex with all these guys and doing all kinds of wild things?"
"That's very important to you. You see, you've really supplied the answer yourself with some of your responses. You've been talking about how many times you've told your father that you could outdo the girls that he goes with. You're jealous of those young girls. You regard them as competitors. I can see it all so clearly now. This is what you're doing. And the exhibitionism provides you with a certain measure of satisfaction. You feel like you have accomplished something great when you involve yourself with all of these men."
"You're coming on awfully fast and saying a good deal," Stefanie said, "so it's hard for all of this to sink in. Not only that, but you're talking about my life, and that can be a very confusing proposition. But I think that a lot of what you're saying probably is true."
"A familiar bell should be ringing," I nodded. "I know that I'm accurate in a number of respects."
"Yes, you might very well be," she nodded. "I'll just say one thing. You're the first person who has really put things in any kind of perspective. You could be right. Just maybe I do feel this terrible resentment against my father and I'm hurt over the fact he hasn't spent more time with me."
"I know that that's a lot of it."
"So that brings me to one more question. What should I do?"
"I'd have a long talk with your father," I told Stefanie. "It's imperative for you to make him realize that you really love him. I know that you do, since otherwise you wouldn't be that concerned about his responses to you. See if you can't get him to spend a little more time with you and a little less with the young girls he takes out."
"I'll have the talk with him," she nodded. "At least I guess I will. But I've got to think over what you've said in greater detail."
"I realize that I have said a lot," I explained. "Just give it some long sober reflection."
Stefanie left my office a few moments later. I wished her luck. I haven't heard from her since then, and I anticipate that I never will. I only hope that she was able to get through to her father and that, if so, her effort was successful.
The subject of Case Three, Victoria R., was an older and far more experienced woman than Stefanie in certain aspects of life.
Whereas Stefanie had a good deal of the confusion of a young girl in her, Victoria, on the other hand, was an embittered woman of experience who bore numerous scars of life bitterly.
CASE THREE
Victoria R. was, at thirty-three, a woman who had led a very fast life.
A stunning brunette, Victoria was inclined to look at life in a blase way. She had done a good deal of things and as a result of her experiences she had formed a cynical attitude concerning life in general.
Victoria's story follows:
I've been married and divorced three times. As far as I'm concerned, none of my husbands were any damned good. Oh, I could tell you which one I considered the worst, and so on, and the one that I would put at the top by saying he was a little less irritating than the others, but I wouldn't call him good either.
I guess in a way it's a kind of crime when you're as good looking as I am. Hell, my breasts are thirty-eight, my hips are thirty-six, I've got a fantastic ass on me, and I've had guys chasing me for years. You say that that isn't bad? Or maybe that's what you're thinking. I guess in a lot of respects a person can be right by thinking that. It gives a girl a lot of opportunities. But what the hell. Sometimes opportunities can ruin you. They certainly did with me.
The big problem with me each time when I got married was that I was inclined to go for these fast-talking dudes. They were good-looking guys who were always getting the point across to me what they could do in life. I unfortunately believed a lot of this nonsense that they were handing me, much to my dismay. The more of it I would hear, the more I'd believe it. When I think back now on what I did when I was a younger gal, it absolutely shocks me. I guess I was pretty damned naive. That's the only way I can justify all that happened to me.
At any rate, when I got divorced from the third guy that I had been married to, I said that that was the end. I was gonna get myself a job in as quiet a little office as possible, then shut myself off to whatever extent I could from men. If I did get involved with a man, I told myself, this time it would have to be someone advantageous to me. Hell, when you're thirty-three and you've been through the meat grinder three times, you naturally develop a different outlook about things.
So I was working in an office in Manhattan, and I would go to this little bar after work. It was a quiet little place, and usually when it did have a lot of people in it, they were shy salesmen types and office types, guys who were married or, if they weren't, were kind of on the shy side and weren't the type who would come on strong as guys that I had known in the past and who had given me a pain in the ass.
At any rate, I struck up an acquaintance with the bald-headed Irish bartender. He was married and a grandfather three times, but he still got a kick out of flirting with me. Since I knew that he was just having a good time, it didn't bother me. As a matter-of-fact, I liked his sparkling wit and his charm. I knew he wasn't trying to put the make on me, and that made all the difference in the world. If I had even suspected that he was trying that, I would have vanished so fast it would have made his head swim.
At any rate, one night when I arrived at the bar, he had something to tell me. For one of the first times since I had known him, he was actually talking in a serious, sober way.
"There's this man who comes in here, his name's Vince and he had the strangest request last night," the bartender said.
"What was that?"
"He's been admiring you from a distance. He wants to get acquainted with you."
"Ah, screw it," I shook my head disgustedly. "I'd just as soon take a breather from men for a while. Maybe for good."
"You know that a beautiful girl like you isn't gonna feel like that forever," he chided me laughingly.
"I sure feel like that now. Maybe if the guy could behave himself, and had plenty of money, I could buy it. I don't know."
"As a matter-of-fact, this fellow has lots of money," the bartender said.
"How do you know?"
"Oh, he's an insurance executive. He hasn't told me these things. I hear them from others. You see, he's married, but apparently his wife isn't giving him as much in the way of excitement as he'd like. He's really a very decent sort of fellow. At least you ought to take advantage of his offer. He wants to take you out to dinner."
"I never thought that you'd be reduced to the role of playing cupid," I shook my head. "I'm really not interested."
"Why don't you just go out and have dinner with him? The poor fellow. He was practically crying in his martinis the other night."
"What the hell for?"
"He-likes you. He says you're a very beautiful woman and he'd at least like to have the opportunity to take you to dinner and talk to you."
"I've heard that ridiculous line before," I shook my head. "I don't trust guys that talk that way."
"I'm sure you have heard a lot of phonies giving that same line. But this man is genuine. I have talked to so many people who know him. They say he's really a very nice man. I would have to say he's been one of the most decent people I've ever waited on in this bar."
"What's all of this to you?" I asked.
"I'll tell you something. He's lonely and so are you. I can tell you are. You might try and hide it, but I'm sure you'd like to have dinner with a nice man. If you two can get a little happiness and joy, then isn't that what life's all about?"
I had to laugh. I finally figured I didn't have anything to lose, except a little time, so I told the bartender he could tell this man Vince that I would be in the next night.
I must say that the guy was charming. He had on an expensive brown suit, one of those import jobs, and he was very elegant. He must have been in his late forties, and he talked very politely. We had a couple of cocktails, then left for a fashionable restaurant a few miles away. We took a cab over there.
He asked me about my work, and I told him it was pretty routine. He then told me about his line of work, and how rewarding he thought it to be. He didn't make any kind of a move that first night, and that kind of impressed me. Most of the men that I had known, especially the three guys I'd married, were panting like very young boys from the very beginning.
It wasn't until we'd had dinner for about the third time in a little better than a week that he decided to make a move. As we were leaving the restaurant, he suggested that we get together in a hotel.
So Vince and I went to a hotel, and I was finally getting worked up about the idea of having sex again with a man. Maybe I could put all those bad experiences behind me and have myself a blast. I liked his charming manner and, in addition, I knew how much money he was worth. I also knew that he was married, but who knows, there was always the chance that he would divorce his wife. If that would ever happen, it would mean that I'd be in line to live on a very high scale.
We arrived at the hotel and immediately went to the room. He checked into an impressive suite, even though we were Only going to stay there for just a short period of time.
The first thing that Vince insisted upon doing was prying off my clothes. He wanted to be in the driver's seat all the way, to have the opportunity to undress me.
As he was removing my dress, Vince would lean forward and deliver stabbing, pecking kisses to my forehead, then my lips.
"I'm so hungry for you I can't stand it," he gasped excitedly.
While he was gasping, my heart was pounding at a thunderous pace. I was really feeling great. I thought that my life was dramatically turning. Things were looking better all the time.
Once that Vince succeeded in removing my dress, he went to work on my panties and bra. It took just one stabbing movement before he had off my bra. He undid the straps and tossed it to the floor, then pulled off my panties swiftly.
"Ah, you look so great," he gasped. "What a body you've got."
I must say that I have received a lot of compliments regarding my form, and it makes me feel good when I see a guy just drooling all over the place. That's precisely what he was doing then and there. I knew what the bartender had said, but I recognized just how inconclusive things are in life. Perhaps if Vince decided that he liked me better than his wife, he'd give her the ax. That's what I kept thinking as he began to remove his clothing.
"I'll be with you in just a second," he said. "We've got to do things right. We've got to get completely naked. What's the only way to have sex around here. You've got to do everything right."
"I agree."
"Ah, you're an absolutely beautiful chick."
He took off his clothes, then removed his T-shirt and shorts. As he dropped his shorts ever lower, I got a better look at his hard, throbbing prick. He was ready to launch into action, to stab it inside me. The longer I looked at his hard rod, the more invigorated I became. I recognized just how much fun it would be to engage in some spirited sex with him.
Once that he finished the act of undressing, Vince threw himself into bed with me. This time he wanted to use his tongue inside my mouth. He plunged it forward, sliding it inside my mouth, then splashing his tongue against mine. Back and forth he kept on thrusting his tongue against mine, wrapping it ever so securely around my slippery tongue.
While he was tongue kissing me, Vince reached out with both hands and allowed his fingers to move ever so soothingly through my hair. He-loved what was happening, and the longer that he let his tongue splash against mine, the happier that he felt about everything that was happening.
He removed his tongue from my mouth, then dropped it down toward my breast. He really went to work on my left tit, driving his tongue rapidly against it. He kept up the tongue movements against my left breast for several moments, then switched his activity quickly over to my right tit, repeating the same kind of swift, excited strokes.
Once that he removed his tongue from my tits, he let his tongue drop downward toward my ass. He began to slip his tongue into my ass-hole. If there's one thing that is guaranteed to drive me out of my gourd, it's a good rim job, and that's precisely what he was doing to me at that point. He was splashing his tongue back and forth ever so eagerly, driving it with superb beauty and grace as he moved me that much closer to the brink of orgasm.
While his tongue kept moving ever so dramatically, my body began to give way under the steady onslaught of his tongue. I flipped my hips around, enjoying the swift, fervent tongue movements that he was bringing to bear inside my ass-hole.
"That's so nice," I sighed, "oh, what an ass licker you are, honey. I like the way you move your tongue. Oh, you're driving it so fast. Darling, oh, honey, what tongue movements you're giving me. What a hot ass licker you are. Oh, yeah, sweetheart. I really dig that kind of action. Yes, baby. Oh, that's so nice, sweetheart. Oh, honey, lover, this is so superb. I just love the way that you're working your tongue."
He kept up the ass-hole licking for a few more moments, then briskly removed his tongue. He decided that it was time to put his tongue to work inside my mound.
He reached out and maneuvered his fingers several times around my pussy. He kept up his stabbing movements for just a short spell, then decided that it was time-to flip his tongue into high gear inside my pussy.
With darting beauty and grace, he slipped his tongue deep into my gash. He really went to work, splashing his tongue, making certain that he covered every bit of my pussy.
"You really do know how to go after my slit," I sighed, convinced that Vince was one of the most passionate lovers I had ever encountered. "Just keep your beautiful tongue moving, darling. Oh, I really like what you're doing for me. Keep your tongue sliding, baby. Oh, what tongue movements. Keep sucking me, darling. I love what you're doing."
While Vince's tongue continued to move spiritedly against my pussy, he reached out with both hands and clutched at my thighs. He held onto them ever so securely, and while his fingers remained pressed firmly against my flesh, he kept up his steady tongue pace. He was driving his tongue more rapidly now than ever, setting a blistering pace as he moved me that much closer to the point of ultimate orgasmic delight.
"Keep sucking my mound," I called out impatiently. "I really need those movements, honey. Oh, you've just got to bring me off. I've got to juice, baby, and you're just the man to bring it out of me. Oh, suck me, lover, keep up the movements. Oh, drive your tongue. Oh, really put it to work. Let it spin over my mound, baby. Yes, ah, that's very nice."
A few sweeping strokes later, the juices began to shoot from my pussy. It felt great to be unloading, to be shooting my juices into the mouth of a man I really dug sexually.
While I was unleashing my pussy juice, he reached out and clutched at my ass cheeks. He held onto them ever so tightly, happy that we were sharing such a beautiful moment of ecstasy.
When I released the last few droplets from my mound, he was all set to go further. This time my lover was eager to get off his cock juices.
"Reach out and clutch at my prick," he said. "Play with it, baby. I just sucked you, and now I want you to turn things around. I want you to suck me. I know you'll give me a good cock suck. With my wife it's so terrible. She doesn't want to do that, she doesn't want to do much of anything. That's fine. If she wants it that way, then I won't argue. But I do sure as hell want to have some beautiful sex. You're just the girl who can give it to me, lover."
I wanted to please him, so I worked my fingers up and down the full length of his rod. I loved plunging them against his organ, and the quicker and more effectively that I moved my fingers, the greater the degree of enjoyment I experienced.
"You're really working your fingers beautifully, honey," he told me. "You can switch to the cock sucking now, baby. Come on, honey, and just get your tongue plunging against the tip of my cock. I like to be tickled there. Give me a few sweeping strokes of that kind."
I slipped my tongue over the very tip of his prick, working it slowly in just the manner that he requested. I kept working it fervently, stepping up the pace, utilizing my tongue more swiftly than before.
"Oh, keep your tongue sliding," he said. "But I want you to start working it up and down the full length of my rod. Play with my balls, honey, and suck my dick. Just see that my entire rod gets the action. Come on, lover, work your tongue. Give me a beautiful suck with that hot tongue of yours."
I bobbed my head up and down as I worked my tongue with frenzied determination against his cock. I kept on sliding it with great beauty, allowing it to plunge with grace up and down the full length of his pecker.
While I was sucking for all I was worth, I was driving him that much closer to a feverish climax. His body was responding affirmatively to every solid tongue stab that I put forward against his cock.
"My dick is smoldering," he informed me. "Oh, I've got all this hot white juice stored inside it, baby. I've just got to orgasm, sweetheart. Yes, honey, oh, I've really got to juice. Come on, honey, suck me even faster. Keep up your tongue movements. Oh, this is what I call a good blow job. You're sucking beautifully. Keep it up. Oh, clutch at my balls. Play with those hot testicles. My testicles are gonna juice, honey. The hot spurting stuff is gonna spill out of them. I'm gonna shoot my rocks off inside your mouth."
As Vince moved that much closer to a dramatic orgasm, he reached out and ran his fingers up and down my back. It felt good having his firm warm fingers clutching against my flesh, and all the while I was moving that much closer to bringing him to a brilliant climax.
"Oh, keep sucking me," he exclaimed. "I'm about ready to juice, sweetheart. Oh, yeah, sweetheart. I'm just about there, baby. I'm very close. I'm gonna shoot."
As his fingers clutched firmly against my back, the spurting white juices started to bolt from the end of his cock. He was extra eager to shoot off every droplet of the hot pecker juice into my mouth, and as it spilled into me, I felt wonderful. I enjoyed the act of swallowing every droplet of his hot juice.
When we finished with the blow job, he had something else that he wanted to do. He turned me over on my stomach, then began to slide his cock up and down against the crack in my ass-hole. He kept moving his prick firmly, enjoying the sturdy strokes that he supplied with his hot dick.
"Oh, what a cute ass you've got," he laughed. "I really dig that, honey. I love plunging my cock against your ass crack. It gives me such a wonderful feeling. Ah, it's nice, so very nice."
He kept up his relentless pace against the crack in my ass until Vince's cock became as hard as it had been prior to the time it had or-gasmed in my mouth. He was all set to romp, to drive his prick inside me.
"I want in your ass-hole," he said. "That's the one thing I really need."
Without even waiting for any confirmation from me, Vince asserted himself, sending his hot, thrusting dick forward. He wanted to plunge it inside my ass-hole, and I didn't really have time to say much of anything about it. I had only been fucked that way once, and I hadn't liked it all that much. But, of course, I had been screwed that way by one of my husbands at a time when our marriage had just about reached the rock-bottom point.
But it was completely different with my handsome lover, Vince. He started out slowly, penetrating with his cock, sending his prick back and forth as he moved himself toward a vigorous climax. With every effective stroke he got that much hotter. He kept up his beautiful thrusting movements, pushing himself that much closer to the big moment.
As his penis kept on stabbing effectively inside my hot ass-hole, he reached out with both hands and let his fingers clutch against my hot globes of ass flesh. He pinched my ass cheeks, causing them to hurt a little as he continued his relentless stabbing pace, driving his dick all the way into my rectum.
Yes, I've got to admit that it hurt some, but certainly not to the point where I was about to complain. After all, I was getting quite a fuck from my lover. He kept up his forceful pace, causing me to feel that much more enthusiastic with each and every stab.
"Ah, I really love grabbing your ass cheeks," he told me. "Baby, ah, what a team we're gonna make. I can see it. Oh, do I love fucking you, baby. Yes, honey. I love it, sweetheart. Oh, darling, yes, what an ass. My wife won't let me do this to her either. There's so little that she'll actually let me do. There's so many ways that we could have fun if only she would let me. But, of course, she's not as good looking as you anyway so it wouldn't be all that much fun. I'd rather have somebody like you to be able to fuck with any time that I wanted to."
He kept up his convincing pace, sending his cock forward, allowing it to make sharp, brutal impact with my hot ass-hole. He was driving himself ever closer to the point of climax. He wanted to unleash his juices in my ass-hole.
"I'm just about there now," he said. "Oh, yes, honey. Those juices are gonna spill. Oh, baby, there it goes. Oh, I'm bolting, sweetheart. Yes, honey, I'm really shooting. The hot white juice is shooting. Oh, baby, this feels so good, ah, it's so liberating, shooting off my rocks. The hot white stuff. Oh, this feels good, sweetheart."
He pinched my ass cheeks more firmly than ever as the sea of hot white cock juice shot from his dick. It made me feel that our relationship had reached another high point. After all, how many would be willing to provide him with the kind of action that I had just given him? Not many, I would venture to say. Oh, a lot of them would have been willing to try, but they would have complained about the ass fucking. I had accepted every bit of it and it made me feel extra wonderful.
"This is really the start of something big," he slapped my ass cheeks playfully and exclaimed as he removed his dick from my ass-hole.
I was pleased to hear Vince's compliment. It meant one thing to me-things had taken a turn for the better in my life. It was about time.
We began meeting regularly and fucking in that same hotel room. After we had been having sex for several weeks Vince called me one evening that he wanted to have a heart-to-heart talk with me.
We had dinner, and as we were sipping coffee at the end of the meal, Vince began to tell me what plans he had in store for me, provided I was willing to go along with his suggestions.
"I can't get a divorce from my wife, that's out," he said. "It would cost me just too much in too many ways. You see, in my business, stability means everything. I'm with a pretty conservative company and the divorce wouldn't help me one bit prestige-wise. I know it might sound funny to you, but that's the way it is. These guys can be very strange. But that's just one consideration. There's another as well. My wife would just be able to clean me out if I got a divorce from her. She has already told me that she has information on me from other relationships I've had with other women."
"How much do you think she knows about us?" I asked.
"I really don't know. But I'll say one thing. As long as I don't divorce her, she's not going to hurt me with any of this information. She's hired private detectives to check out my action in the past. That's how I became aware of the fact that her information is reliable. She's just calmly told me about certain things I've done, about certain women that I've had sex with. Well, I just couldn't warm up to many of them. I could stick my cock in their pussies, but I didn't have the kind of psychical rapport with them that I've got with you. You're a very bright young lady, and I like you very much. I would like to make you an offer. I would like to put you up in an apartment. As a matter-of-fact, Vickie, a beautiful apartment. I'd get you a nice penthouse suite in a place overlooking Central Park. One of those beautiful apartments in the sixties. How does that sound to you, sweetheart?"
"That sounds great," I sighed. "I can hardly believe it."
On top of that, I'll be able to supply you with enough money so that you won't even have to work. I want you around the apartment quite a bit of the time, so that I can have sex with you not only just in the early evenings, like we've been doing it, but also during the day. There are times when I can take an hour or two off in the afternoon. I could just give you a call and drop over to the apartment, and we could screw. How does all this sound to you?"
At that point in time I figured it was about the best offer I was going to get. Maybe it was better not being married to him anyway. I decided I would accept his proposition.
"I'm with you," I smiled.
"That's very good," he told me smilingly.
So things moved along at a rapid clip. The next thing I knew I was in a beautiful apartment building, with a view of Manhattan from the thirtieth floor. Every time I would look out at the park, I felt grateful over the fact that I had met Vince.
One early afternoon he gave me a call, telling me he'd be over in a few minutes. He sounded even more enthusiastic than usual, which led me to the conclusion that he must have been awfully horny.
When he arrived at my door, he had a handsome-looking Doberman on a leash. He smiled boyishly as he stepped inside the apartment.
"I've got a surprise for you," he grinned. "This is a nice dog. I picked it out personally for you, my dear."
"But surely I can't keep a dog in this apartment?"
"They've made a few exceptions around here," he laughed. "You see, the owner of this apartment building had a sizable policy taken out with my company. He knows me very well. I cleared it with him. Even though they do have a regulation, they have been willing to bend it a few times, with a few people, and we fall into that very category."
"But how did you know I wanted a dog?" I asked.
"Certainly you're not disappointed that I bought one for you."
"No, I can't say I'm disappointed. I guess that I can use a protector."
"He'll do more than protect you," Vince laughed. "Come on, let's go into the bedroom and I'll explain."
Vince removed the leash from the dog. He patted him on top of the head, then began walking with me toward the bedroom. I thought he was kidding about having the dog come info the bedroom with us, but I could see how wrong I was. The dog trailed along just as if he belonged.
"Surely you're not going to have the dog stay in here when we' have sex?" I asked, beginning to take off my blouse.
"Of course I am," he laughed. "That's part of the deal."
"What deal?"
"You just wait and see."
As we both undressed, I observed the dog staring at me. It made me feel kind of uncomfortable.
"I wonder what the dog's name is," I said.
"Clarence," Vince told me. "He had a very affectionate home. I knew the woman who trained him. He's been brought up properly, honey."
"What do you mean by that?"
"You ask too many questions. Just wait and see, my dear."
As I removed my panties and slid my body into bed, I naturally expected my lover Vince to jump into the sack immediately. But he didn't do it. Instead, he just stood there, grinning crookedly as he stared at the Doberman Clarence.
"Go ahead, old boy," he called out.
At that point Clarence executed a flying leap inside the bed. He was panting like crazy, and suddenly it dawned on my naive mind just what he was there for.
"You don't expect him to ball with me, do you, honey?" I asked.
"You know, baby, he's the answer to my problem," Vince laughed.
"What problem?"
"I'm a voyeur from the word go. I like to watch a beautiful woman that I dig having sex. But I couldn't stand seeing you have sex with another man, or, for that matter, even another woman. I couldn't see that at all. But I won't get jealous of Clarence. On top of that, I got a chance to see this gal I got the dog from have sex with Clarence. She really had a wild time with him. I jerked off like crazy while it was going on. When I saw it, I knew that I would have to get the dog for you. She was just training it. I just loved that kind of action, and I'm gonna love it with you. Just lie back, honey, and wait for all of the excitement to happen."
The canine knew precisely what he wanted. Clarence jumped quickly into bed, then began to sniff around my ass-hole. At first he was inclined just to inspect with his nose, but soon he got his tongue into the act. He began to move it slowly around the edges of my ass-hole, then started to dart it high into my anus. He wiggled his tongue with affection and zeal, permitting it to collide magnificently with my ass-hole. Pretty soon he was letting his tongue wind back and forth inside my ass-hole. I must say that he was every bit as precise and effective as Vince had been, and that really surprised me.
"Come on and suck ass," Vince called out laughingly, jerking his fingers up and down on his hard cock. "I really want you to do it, Clarence old boy. Get her excited. Work your tongue in her ass-hole."
Clarence got me excited with his stirring tongue movements. He had my pussy itching with delight. I could hardly believe that a Doberman could get me that turned on by unleashing his long wet tongue inside my ass-hole.
After Clarence had succeeded in thoroughly arousing my cunt with his solid ass-hole stabs, he moved his tongue toward my mound. He began to let it sink deep into my gash. He attacked my hot pit, working his tongue deeply, using every bit of his long tongue to wind around inside my pussy. The faster that he kept up his scorching pace, the more excited I became. He knew how to cut loose with every bit of determination within him.
"Oh, Clarence, you're too much," I exclaimed, "what tongue action you're giving me, baby. Oh, keep your tongue sliding. Yes, honey, oh, I think it's so good."
While the dog's burning tongue continued to slide inside my ass-hole, Vince was taking advantage of the opportunity by jerking up and down on his cock. I could see how much he loved it. It became more apparent as the act went on just how eager he was to pump on his dick while the pussy sucking continued. It meant that, just as he said, he was intrigued at the thought of me having sex with the dog. It brought additional erotic joy to his life.
As for Clarence, he was whiplashing his tongue all the more eagerly, allowing it to collide with spirited grace inside my pussy. He was moving me that much closer to climax, grinding his tongue effectively as he pushed me ever closer to the big moment. I itched all over, and my body swayed with every probing stab that his tongue sent my way. He pushed me that much closer to orgasm.
"Here I go," I said. "I can't take much more of this, Vince honey. Oh, did you ever bring me a live one. Is he ever fast. His tongue is sweeping so quickly. Go ahead, Clarence baby, cut loose on my mound. Oh, make me juice, sweetheart. Oh, I'm going, going, going. Oh, I'm there. Oh, what wonderful feelings. I really an juicing. The hot pussy juices are spraying. What a wonderful feeling. Oh, that's so nice, so very nice. It's wonderful. Oh, yes, it really is wonderful."
The spurting juices kept on spilling out of my pussy. It really made me feel good to know that I was so sexually excitable that I could make a switch like that.
I chatted with Vince for a little while, catching my breath after having my box eaten out by my handsome Doberman.
"Now I want to watch him stick his pecker in your pussy," Vince chuckled.
"Do you really think we ought to go that far?" I asked him.
"Of course. Naturally I saved the best for last. You know me, darling, and the way that I work."
"All right, I guess you know what you're doing. I've never had it that way before, but I guess that would be exciting."
"It certainly would be," he chuckled. "Just wait until he rams his cock inside you. You're gonna get sensations like you wouldn't believe. You just wait, honey, I'll show you what can be done. I'll stick his cock inside your mound. You just get up there on all fours and pretend like you're a female she-bitch."
"Would you believe I've never been called that."
"I'd better not hear anybody call you that," Vince laughed. "Anyhow, you know what I mean. Make like you're a female dog."
"I know what you're saying."
"Get down there on all fours, honey," he said.
I did precisely what Vince told me. I got down on my hands and knees, waiting with nervous anticipation for the dog to make his initial penetration inside my hot snatch.
"He's gonna enter you and fuck you like crazy," Vince assured me. "You just wait, sweetheart. You're gonna get some beautiful action. Just wait until he pumps his cock into high gear."
Vince reached out and grabbed the dog's long searing pecker. I watched from over my shoulder, observing very carefully as the action developed. He shoved the dog's meaty cock toward my mound. He slipped it inside my snatch. When the dog's cock locked inside my pussy for the first time, I felt a searing pain shoot through my body.
"That hurts," I said.
"Don't let that bother you," Vince replied calmly. "Just hang in there, baby. You're gonna enjoy every stab that he sends your way. Just wait until he gets that electric prick of his working. He'll really slide it inside your mound, baby. He's gonna really plunge it into you."
The cock had been inserted, and Vince released his grip from the dog's long stick. He watched as the dog flipped his buttocks back and forth, slamming his cock ever harder inside my pussy.
From the very beginning Clarence entered me with sharp, convincing stabs. He was eager to unleash his juices inside my mound, and with great speed and skill he kept up his surging pace, driving his cock inside my mound, pushing himself that much closer to the moment of great climax.
"How do you like it now?" Vince asked as he jerked off once more and watched the dog slam his hard prick into me.
"You're jerking so hard and fast that I'm surprised that you haven't shot by now," I said.
"Yes, it is difficult not to, but I'm determined to save it for you, baby. I really want you, honey. I want to fuck you properly, but at the right time, after you've had your sex with this handsome four-legged specimen."
"He really is pumping his cock into me."
"You never did directly answer my question. How is it?" he probed.
"The dog is too much," I sighed, twisting my ass cheeks back and forth with his every thrusting stab. "Oh, what a hammer-like prick he's got. He really knows how to drill me with it. Oh, baby, keep up the hot pecker action. Keep on slamming your dick inside my mound. Oh, what nice action, honey. This is so good, baby."
The more sharply and quickly that he would let his cock plunge thunderously into my pussy, the faster that my hips would rotate. I was moving very quickly toward climax, and I knew it wouldn't take long before the juices would be spilling from my snatch.
"Keep up that fucking pace," I exclaimed. "Oh, my sweet, what a nice ramrod you've got there. You really know how to slam it into me. Oh, darling, keep up your fucking. Keep sending your prick inside me."
I could tell from the way that Clarence was ramming his stick ever deeper into my mound just how close he was driving toward climax. He continued his efforts, slamming his cock repeatedly, driving it ever more spiritedly into my mound. At one point I discovered that I was incapable of holding back my juices any longer. I wanted to try and time our orgasm so that we could shoot at just about the same point. Of course, it's not quite as easy doing that with a dog as it is with a man. It's much easier when you have a man since you can communicate with him. At least verbally. The only communication that Clarence and I had was of a strictly physical nature.
As I unloaded my juices, Clarence pushed that much more quickly toward climax. I think that feeling my pussy juices spurting against his hard prick got him that much more eager.
"Just look at that dog stab," Vince said happily, continuing to move his fingers up and down his sturdy dong. "Keep it up, Clarence old boy. You're some kind of an animal. Oh, keep up that great fucking. Keep driving your cock, old boy. Yes, that's nice, oh, that's very nice."
A few brisk stabs later, the juices began to bolt from the end of the dog's long hard instrument.
"That's nice," I said. "Oh, you're juicing, honey. Yes, lover, oh, I really dig that. Go ahead, honey, let it all shoot out of there. It feels so good, honey, so very good."
The hot Doberman unleashed his juice stream into my mound, after which he released his cock from my snatch.
"Now it's my turn," my human lover Vince said as he moved toward the bed.
He pried the dog's cock loose from my pussy.
"I guess you want in the act now," I grinned up at him.
"I sure do," he said. "That makes me damned hungry, getting ready to fuck you. Oh, yes, baby, I can't wait to screw you."
Needless to say, when Vince moved into high gear, he gave me an unforgettable screw.
* * *
SUMMARY
I wanted to explore Victoria's case further and discover just how contented she was in the type of relationship in which she was involved.
"Are you still living with the dog?" I asked.
"We're inseparable companions," she nodded.
"I take it that you still have the same arrangement with Vince. Is that correct?"
"It certainly is," she nodded. "Why should I change? I don't have to work, and the only thing I'm expected to do to earn my keep is to just spread my legs for my lover when he wants me to. That is, my human lover. As for Clarence, I usually restrict most of my screwing with him to times when Vince is around."
"Do you ever have sex with the canine in Vince's absence?"
"Yes, but not too frequently. You see, I want to provide Vince with all the entertainment I can. He expects to see Clarence at his best. That means he'd like him a little on the horny side, if you know what I mean."
"Yes, I certainly do. Do you enjoy having sex with the dog? I mean, you sound very enthusiastic based upon what you revealed about your first experience with him. Are you still as excited at this point in time?"
"No, but I guess that's not surprising," she said. "You know how the expression goes about the honeymoon wearing off. When you're with anybody for long enough, doing the same things with them, some of the enthusiasm tends to wear off. At least that's the way it's been throughout all of my life."
"If that principle relates to your experiences with the dog, would you also say that the same yardstick applies with respect to Vince?"
She paused reflectively for several long seconds before answering.
"I would say that," she nodded solemnly. "You know, the one thing that kind of disappoints me is that I know I'll never be his wife. I have my week-ends free for the most part. Only on rare occasions can Vince get away from home. That's when I really feel lonely, I like to go on outings with him. Oh, he's taken me to Vegas a couple of times on quick trips, but only, quite naturally, when his wife can't make it. His wife usually goes with him, especially on ,long trips, so that leaves me out. Also, he's very discreet in this sense. If the trip relates to business in any way, he wouldn't think of having me along. He told me he wouldn't think of having me along. He told me he just couldn't risk anything like that, like being found out."
"It sounds like you're something less than totally satisfied with your present arrangement," I said.
"That would be a fair statement. I've begun to wonder if anything would completely satisfy me.
"That was probably going too far," I agreed. "I mean something on the order of reasonably well satisfied. That's what I was driving at."
"I guess I'm in what you'd call a limbo state," she said softly. "I would like something a little better, but, by the same token, I also recognize how important it is to hold on to what I've got. This is still a better arrangement than I ever had before. In the past all the men that I dealt with were very flighty. This man Vince, he's very good for me in that sense. He's a pillar of stability. I can see why he's gone so far in his profession." .
"Tell me this. Can you envision a situation where you grow so tired of the way things are now that you'll want to get away from Vince?"
"It's possible, but I can't envision anything like that in the immediate future," she told me. "As I say, the big thing is loneliness."
"Have you ever given any thought to dating other men?"
"Vince has laid down his ground rules," she shook her head. "That's definitely a no-no. He figures that if he's gonna give me an allowance and put me up in a beautiful penthouse apartment suite that I owe my allegiance to him. He's right. He told me if any lengthy period of time passes, like a week or so as sometimes happens when he's really bogged down in his work, that I can always get my release through Clarence. He told me that that was one of the reasons why he thought Clarence would be an asset."
"Do you find that satisfactory?"
"Up to a point," she said. "I really don't know how I'm gonna end up, but I at least have a little stability now, and plenty of luxury. It's nice not having to work. I spend quite a bit of my time in beauty parlors and in gyms keeping my beautiful body nice and firm, and keeping my face looking beautiful. He expects that from me and he has every right to. After all, it's a pretty good arrangement. I haven't been offered anything that good at any other time in my life."
"So you're resigned to continuing this relationship for the foreseeable future," I said.
"I would say so. Vince has been good to me, and that's what counts. He's a very sincere man. I respect him."
"Do you ever consider the fact that you might get to the point where you would want him so badly that you'd feel you just had to marry him or else?"
"I've thought about that. There have been times when I've shed a good many tears about that Very thing. But he has held firm on that one point. I guess he feels it would just cost him too much otherwise, so we will continue with our present arrangement. No, I don't really look for any change. If it ever bothered me enough, I guess I'd have to end the relationship. But I don't think it will. I've gotten accustomed to things the way they are. I guess that they're better than what I'd be able to locate on my own."
I couldn't help but feel a strong measure of pity for Victoria. She was a beautiful young woman who was afraid to face the future on her own. She had been hurt too many times, and now that she had secured a relationship with a man for whom she had respect, she did not want to rock the boat.
I have a strong feeling that the relationship between Victoria and Vince will last for probably a year or better. At that point in time I look to see both of them begin to get restless. When that happens, their relationship will more than-likely die a short time thereafter. As to what will happen to lovely young Victoria at that point is anybody's guess.
The subject of Case Four, Dorothy L., fell into a much different category that that of Victoria. In the case of Dorothy, she was a woman who was restless, looking for additional sensations.
CASE FOUR
Dorothy L. was a lovely twenty-nine-year-old blonde who attained prominence throughout the world as a rock and roll singer. In that she is very famous, I have consented to call her Dorothy as a means of hiding her true identity. She was more than willing to talk with me, just as long as I agreed to protect her identity from the public.
Dorothy told me the following story, which I have related in detail:
I had my longest tour that took me all over the world.
Sure, I had all kinds of opportunities to get laid by any one of a number of men, except for one thing. I wasn't really interested. Some of these guys can be so crude, and I was married to a guy who was after my body all the time. Sure I'm good looking and have a beautiful body. But I'd like to try and identify with the real me, somebody who has talent and intellect. Whenever I see a man who is all that jumpy about just climbing under the sheets with me, I shy away. I expect more.
I've been to all kinds of parties, and I've been laid by men from all over the world, but as of late I've been playing it cool. I was determined to keep a low profile during the course of this tour that I took around the world.
Things were going along pretty well for me, I must say. I received standing ovations and played to sell-out throngs in Australia, and once I moved into South America for a swing, I found that some of my biggest fans were located there. I performed at the Opera House in Buenos Aires, Argentina, the same place where the famed Toscanini was conductor. It made me feel good to know that I was singing right where the great Caruso did. And I had sell-out throngs there for the length of my entire stay.
When I got to Rio de Janeiro, where I was playing a series of engagements at a famous night club, I felt like I needed a little bit of a rest. I cut down on my rehearsals, figuring that if I didn't have my act down pat by then I never would. It's true that I had developed a rapport with my orchestra, since I was playing with a different one in every city, and that didn't take me all that long. I wanted to spend plenty of time just lolling around the beach.
I went to Ipanima Beach just on the outskirts of Rio. I was amazed over the way that things were developing there. I had visited Rio a couple of years before on a vacation, and at that point in time the section surrounding Ipanima was something of a slum. But all that had changed in the meantime. All these expensive condominiums had popped up all over the place.
I found myself going out there every morning to sun at the foot of a rock. I would just lie back and relax, and fight off the wolves who would congregate. I can understand Spanish very well, and these guys would try like crazy to get me interested in them.
Early one afternoon after I had intercepted several passes in a row, making me think that I ought to try out for defensive back on some pro football team, I heard the sweet sound of a young girl's voice.
"I don't blame you for getting a little angry," she said in English. "I have done the same thing. Men can sometimes be so very crude."
I turned and looked into the sparkling dark eyes of a beautiful native girl who didn't appear to be any more than about sixteen. She was clad in a string bikini. After all, the beach had popularized the string bikini to a significant extent, and with a girl who had such a beautiful figure, as this sweet dark-haired native did, it was only natural that she would wear a string bikini.
"They don't mean any harm," I laughed. "It's just that I need to get a little rest."
"Oh, yes. I don't blame you. I do the same thing many time.'myself. I come out here to concentrate."
"Really now. For what reason?"
"I am a painter. A very successful one. I live in the condominium across the street."
She pointed toward a lavish new condominium which had just gone up directly across the street from the beach.
"This gives you quite a setting," I said.
"Indeed. That was one of the major reasons why I moved here. After all, a setting means so very much to an artist."
"It does, it really does. That's amazing that you've accomplished enough to live on a scale like this."
"My parents are very wealthy and they've helped me out somewhat," she laughed. "But I have done well. For a girl of nineteen, I'd say I'm doing very well. I go to classes at art school three times a week, and the rest of the time I just devote to my painting."
"That's very good," I said. "I'm a singer and I know how important dedication is."
We introduced ourselves. I decided not to hide my identity. I told her who I was, and she was ecstatic with praise. She told me how many of my albums she had. Her name was Maria, and the longer that I talked to her, the more impressed I became.
As I said, I have been married and divorced once, and I've done a lot of kicking around during my life. I've had sex with not only men, but with a few women as well. Generally when I have had sex with women, it was at a time when the action was sparse around the men. Either I wasn't going with anybody, or the guy that I was going with I didn't dig all that much.
I kept wondering if Maria was the kind of girl who had had sex with another woman. I kept hoping that she'd had experiences of that kind, because I was extremely interested in the possibility of having sex with her.
We talked for a long time, after which she asked me to have lunch with her in her apartment.
I consented to join her, happy over the fact that I didn't have to perform that evening. That meant that I didn't have to get back to my hotel to take my afternoon nap, something I always did before an evening performance.
Just as Maria had said, she possessed quite a few of my albums. She put them on her stereo record player. She had a lovely view of the beach from her condominium, which was furnished tastefully. She fixed us a shrimp salad for lunch, which was delicious. She never took off her string bikini, and I naturally never changed out of mine. I kept looking at her lovely thighs and her beautiful breasts, hoping that maybe after lunch we could have sex.
Maria had a friendly Irish Setter that she thought the world of. She called him Bingo, and he took a shine to me right away. Since I've always liked animals, the feelings were mutual. I spent a good deal of time petting the dog as she was finishing preparing the lunch.
We ate our lunch, then chatted. Maria sprawled out on a sofa, looking at me and smiling.
"You know, you're even more beautiful than the pictures I've seen of you on your albums," Maria said. "You looked familiar to me. That was one of the reasons why I started talking to you. I was trying to place who you were. Now I know."
Maria suddenly began edging closer to me. I was sitting at one end of the sofa.
"I like you, Maria," I said with a lump in my throat. The sexual tension was rising within my whole body.
"Have you ever made love to a girl before?" Maria asked.
"I certainly have, Maria," I said. "How about you?"
Oh, yes. I've had some happy romances with women. I haven't ever been to bed with anybody as lovely as you, though."
"That's so kind of you to say."
In a flash she was on top of me. Her fingers undid the straps of my bikini. Before I knew it she had me stripped completely clean. She reached out with her right hand and allowed her fingers to move ever so smoothly over my pussy.
"What a beautiful body," she said. "I really want to suck you, my dear.,Oh, yes, I want to tongue your pussy. Do you want to tongue mine?"
"I really do," I said softly. "I want you, Maria. You're beautiful and I want to make wonderful love to you, my dear."
I figured that one good turn deserved another, so my fingers went to work on Maria's string bikini. I was determined to pry it off as quickly and effectively as possible, then move into action.
I removed her string bikini, then reached out and clutched her breasts. All the while her fingers continued to move spiritedly against my pussy.
When she removed her fingers from my mound, I let my fingers drop down toward her snatch. I played with her mound until I succeeded in bringing forth a little juice. It wasn't a full-fledged orgasm, just a little something to demonstrate to me how excited she was becoming.
"Oh, this is exciting," Maria said, "having a famous singer make love to me."
"Let's just forget about that," I said. "The only thing that really concerns me is making you happy, Maria."
Before I knew it we had our arms around each other. It felt good to give my breasts some freedom, allowing them to clash with her hot tits.
Back and forth we wiggled our bodies, letting our tits continue to touch.
We finally wrestled each other downward toward the living room rug. I could "hear Maria panting as she puckered up her lips and moved them toward mine. I took some initiative of my own, plunging my lips forward as well. They met with great desire. They clashed spectacularly against each other as we let our fingers collide with each other's hot ass cheeks.
At the end of our beautiful lip kiss, Maria slipped her fingers downward toward my mound once more. She began to play with my pussy, and I felt that I ought to reciprocate.
We got each other extra hot, then got ready to send our tongues to work.
"I want your pussy right now," Maria called out. "And I hope you want mine. Let's turn our tongues loose, my dear. Let's match each other with our beautiful tongue strokes."
Forcefully we went to work. As I thrust my tongue downward toward her mound, she did the same thing with her tongue, moving it into action. Back and forth we let our tongues wiggle, providing each other with brisk, lightning stabs. The quicker that we moved our tongues, the more excited that we both became.
Our bodies wiggled as we flipped our ass cheeks back and forth. We reached out and clutched each other's buttocks, holding on to them ever so tightly as we sucked each other's pussy.
It was great the way that we let our tongues slide against each other's mound. We were moving each other ever closer to climax, moving toward the point where we would supply each other with the ultimate form of satisfaction.
As Maria's body began to twist more rapidly than before, I could see how close that she was moving toward a spirited climax.
A few lightning tongue strokes later, her juices began to spill out of her aroused organ and into my waiting mouth.
I gobbled with great determination, going after her hot juices, sucking out every drop from her pussy.
She kept on relentlessly sucking my hot love pit. I could see how close I was toward climax. It would only take a few more strokes, I knew, before the point of excitement would be reached. At that juncture I would juice, shooting my hot liquids into her mouth.
When that finally happened, when I ultimately reached the point where the pussy juices began to spurt from my snatch and into Maria's mouth, it made me feel clean all over. This girl brought out the best in me. She was beautiful and sweet.
A few moments later, Maria called Bingo, her charming Irish setter into the room.
When he saw me lying there naked, his tail began to wag and he started to bark.
"Go ahead, Bingo, and give the beautiful lady some sensations," Maria smiled.
I looked up at Maria, convinced that she was kidding. But it sure didn't look like it, judging by the fact that she had a straight-faced look as she talked. Also, the dog looked totally serious as he stared at me intently.
"He'll give you a wonderful time," Maria said.
I didn't have an opportunity to say anything. As I had pointed out earlier in my story, I had had occasion to fuck with both men and women, but I never had gone so far as to ball with a dog.
I was in a state of shock as Bingo moved quickly toward me. My legs lay outstretched as he began to sniff around my snatch. There was something exotic about the way he did it. All the while he was panting like crazy. The next thing I knew he was letting his sniffer drop down to my mound. It really tickled when his cold nose touched my pussy. My body began to twitch a little, and Bingo immediately picked up the sex vibration.
He let his tongue drop down toward my mound. Back and forth he proceeded to slide it, moving it dramatically around my pussy, giving me plenty of sensation as I flipped my ass cheeks back and forth.
"Oh, this dog means business," I exclaimed.
"He's very good at making love," Maria laughed. "Go ahead, Bingo, and suck beautiful Dorothy. Suck her, Bingo, go down on her, darling."
The faster that Bingo sucked, the closer that I moved toward climax. He registered his tongue with devastating impact, sending it sliding eagerly against my mound, driving me ever closer to the point of climax.
"I want you," I called out. "Oh, Bingo, finish me off, darling. Oh, yes, honey. Come on and suck me to climax. Oh, I love the way your beautiful tongue is twisting. It's so wonderful. You really know how to use it, sweetheart. Oh, it's so nice. Keep driving it, honey. Oh, keep your smooth tongue moving. Keep sliding it against my pussy. Oh, I'm about to go off."
"Keep it going, Bingo, you're about to swallow some juice," Maria said. "Oh, baby, just keep sucking her."
A few moments later I bolted. I never experienced anything quite like that before in my life. It was one of the quickest juice streams I ever summoned up. The dog had whipped me into a state of frenzy, and furthermore, he had done it in nothing flat. All it had taken had been a few solid tongue strokes and I was off.
As I lay there catching my breath, my darling lover Maria went to work. She reached out and began jerking up and down on the dog's long hard stem. I could recall how many times I had jerked off, but this was the first time in my life that I had ever seen anyone jerk off a dog. She kept on slipping her fingers up and down the dog's long hard penis, and the faster that she did it, the more excited that he became.
"I want you, my darling, oh, yes, I want your hard flaming cock," she said. "I'm gonna suck you, baby. Oh, yes, I really do want your penis. I'm gonna lick your hot dick. Oh, sweetheart, I can hardly wait to suck it off. Your prick is so hot."
"I hope you're kidding," I said as I lay back and watched the developing action."
"Oh, no, he expects it," Maria assured me.
"You mean you've done this before?"
"There's nothing that's too intimate for us to engage in," she told me. "Yes, I love sucking his cock. He has a beautiful dick. It's just made to order for my tongue. You just watch, honey. I can almost assure you that you will want to do the same thing after you see how much fun I have."
"I doubt that very much."
"Just wait, my darling."
She kept on pumping her fingers sturdily up and down the full length of the dog's solid organ. As she kept on sliding her finger, she moved him ever closer to the point of climax. I wondered if she might not be kidding me, and that instead of planning to jerk him off she was just going to continue the finger massage until he juiced in her hand.
Just about the time I thought she had been kidding me, Maria quickly proved me wrong. She slipped her tongue against the tip of the dog's prick, then began to manipulate it frantically up and down his long hard pecker.
I was beginning to wonder what was happening to my sanity. I had found myself getting excited watching Maria jerk off Bingo's cock, and now I was getting doubly excited as I watched her slip her tongue up and down the full length of his huge pecker.
"Keep it going," I found myself saying. "It looks so exciting, Maria. You're really good at it. You're really giving him a hose job."
Her dark black hair flailed in the breeze that she created on the basis of her quick tongue thrusts. Back and forth she kept on manipulating her tongue, sliding it eagerly, pushing and pumping it up and down the full length of his rod, moving him ever closer to the point of climax.
"Oh, you really want it," I said. "I can see that you do, Maria. It isn't going to take much longer. You really are good at sucking. Oh, you're doing such a good job on his cock. You really ought to be proud of yourself, baby. He's there, honey, he's there."
At that point my heart began palpitating wildly as I observed the first few droplets of hot white cream spurting out of the end of the dog's huge pecker and into her mouth. It was hot and thick, ever so creamy, just what a girl would like to. taste. I found myself envying Maria at that point. She was enjoying herself immensely as she kept on gobbling down the cream, swallowing every droplet of the hot cock juice that was spilling from the animal's dick.
"Swallow it, oh, swallow it, my dear," I exhorted her. "You're really doing a good job, baby. Oh, you're not letting any of it get away. You're really doing a fantastic job."
Maria stayed on top of her target, continuing to suck the hot cock juice from the end of Bingo's hard peter. When she released her tongue from his dick, she looked up at me and smiled.
"I told you that you'd get excited," she said. You're welcome to go ahead and suck him now yourself, my dear."
"Does he have any juice left?" I laughed.
"He has plenty. The one wonderful thing about this dog is that he never seems to run out of cream. You can suck him like crazy or get fucked by him like crazy and he always has something left in reserve."
"That is interesting."
"Try your hand, my darling. You'll love it."
"I am a little afraid, although I'll admit I'm also excited."
"You won't be afraid if you go ahead and give it a try," she told me. "Just move your fingers briskly along his cock. That will get him excited. Then from there all you do it start sucking. There's really no big thing attached to it. I mean, it's no big deal, all you've got to do is start pumping your hand along his rod. Go ahead, my dear. You'll really enjoy it. I guarantee you that you will."
I decided to go ahead and try it. My heart was pounding for two reasons. I was both aroused sexually and afraid. I never had approached a dog in a sexual way before. And I half expected him to take a bite out of my leg, or maybe my left buttock.
But that didn't happen at all. As I reached out and grabbed the dog's hard dick, he began to wag his tail and pant. He was every bit as enthusiastic as he had been when he had attacked my mound with his tongue. I kept on pumping his long stick, using it like a jack handle, allowing his hammering cock to become ever harder and more aroused.
"You're doing a good job," Maria said. "Just keep it up, honey. You're going to really enjoy it when you start sucking it. He's a beautiful animal. Just keep things going. You won't regret it. As a matter-of-fact, you'll love it."
I kept my cool. After a while, when I saw that the dog was reacting favorably to what I was doing, I began to relax somewhat. After a few more strokes. I decided that the time had come. I was postponing it in my mind, but I couldn't postpone it any longer. I would just have to let my tongue go to work on the dog's long hard rod.
So I slipped my tongue against his prick, sliding it quickly up and down the full length of his mammoth organ, I would keep up that frenzied pace, continuing to run my tongue as hotly as I could up and down the base of his huge prick, until the hot white pecker juice spilled out of the end of his organ and into my mouth.
You're really picking up the hang of it fast," Maria laughed. "Go ahead, my darling. Oh, keep cutting loose with your tongue. Drive it against the dog's hard peter. He loves it so much. He loves you so much, baby. Oh, just keep it all going. Just keep your tongue sliding against his hard dick."
A few blistering strokes later, the dog was all set to release the hot white cream from his rod. I could tell by the way his whole body was shaking. He was coming unglued at the seams, and he was panting loudly as the juice was all set to spill from his cock.
"Stay with it," Maria said. "You'll enjoy the taste of it, baby. I want you to swallow it, every drop, every precious drop. Eat his prick, honey."
I was determined to eat his hot juice, and as it began to spill from the end of his peter and into my mouth, I started swallowing for all that I was worth.
I gulped like crazy, going after every bit of it. I must say that the dog had just about as much cream stored up for me as he had for Maria. She had been perfectly right in saying that he was able to cream with regularity. The hot sperm kept gushing from his cock, splashing into my hot mouth as I eagerly received it.
"Keep sucking him," Maria said. "Oh, my darling, you're enjoying it. I can really see that."
I kept on swallowing, hanging onto the rest if his load. At that point in time I released my tongue from his hot pecker.
"Welcome to the club," Maria said. "Isn't Bingo a wonderful lover?"
"I can see that he can hand it out just as well as he can give it," I laughed. "He did a magnificent job sucking my pussy, and now he did every bit as magnificent a job of supplying me with a load of hot jissum."
"He's a wonderful dog," she laughed. "I think the world of him."
"So do I," I nodded, reaching out and patting the dog on top of the head.
SUMMARY
I wanted to follow up on Dorothy's relationship with both Bingo and Maria.
"For how long a period of time did you have sex with Maria and Bingo?" I asked.
"I stayed in Rio for some two weeks after that," she told me. "But I didn't completely part company with Maria and Bingo after that."
"What do you mean?" I asked, a little confused over her words.
"I had Maria fly out to the States to stay with me. And, of course, I had her bring Bingo along. I wouldn't have thought of not having Bingo."
"Just how far have you gone with the dog? You mentioned fellating him. Have you also allowed him to penetrate your vagina with his penis?"
"Of course I have," Dorothy laughed.
"How would you compare his performance with that of a man? "
"It's different strokes for different folks, I guess," Dorothy chuckled. "It all depends on the man. I'd have to say one thing, though. He would have to hold his own with even the best of the men who have screwed me, and I've had some terrific ones. Some of them have been top athletes. That's the way it is when you're in demand in all sets. Sure, I've had my share of orgies, some real wild jet set parties, but in a show-down I guess I would prefer fucking with Bingo just as much as with anybody."
"Have you ever thought of buying a dog of your own for sexual purposes?" I asked.
"No, because I travel too much. It would make it rather sticky having to take a dog everywhere. Besides, I don't like to feel reliant on anybody or anything. When I fly to Rio I want to be able to spend some time with Maria and Bingo, and the same goes for when they come here. But sometimes I can't control things. You know how it is, with tours and the like."
"I think I understand your point. You're saying that you don't really care to have any close relationship in the sense of lasting ones," I said.
"That would be a very accurate summary of the way things stand right now in my life," Dorothy nodded. "Of course, there's always a chance that I'll change my mind. You see, if I ever ran into a guy that I thought was so extra special and I wanted to marry him, then I'd consider giving up my career. But I don't anticipate that happening. At least not for quite a while."
"How can you possibly say?" I asked. "What I mean is it sounds like something that would be impossible to predict, just when you'd meet a man who would knock you on your heels."
"No, it's not that hard to predict," she laughed. "If I didn't feel like getting knocked on my heels, then that would be it. Right now my career is paramount. So for that reason I wouldn't allow myself to be drawn into a situation like what you were just talking about. When I'm ready for something like that, then I'll permit my heart to be available. Until then, I'd avoid like the plague any situation where I thought I might be drawn into a lasting relationship. But I do love Maria. Right now I probably dig her more than anybody that I have sex with."
"Do you mind telling me why?"
"Certainly. She's not difficult to please. She's very sweet. And she's not demanding. So many of the guys that I have sex with are. And there are a few of them that are trying to entice me into marriage. When I'm with Maria I can really relax. I know that everything is gonna take its own course."
"How about the dog?"
"I enjoy him, too. I like the fact he's not demanding. You know, if I wasn't traveling around so much, I'd probably go out and get myself an Irish setter just like Bingo. Of course, maybe that's incorrect thinking. You can never repeat a situation. The Irish setter that I would get probably wouldn't be an enticing to me as Bingo. He has his own unique qualities that I love, and that would set him apart from any other dog, even a dog of the same type."
"Have you ever thought it bizarre to have sex with animals?" I asked.
"I did at first. That first time when I was lying there on the rug at Maria's place. Yes, I thought that was so strange. And I just about flipped when I saw Maria going down on the dog's penis. But I've got a lot more flexible attitude now. I really believe that if somebody wants to do something sexually and it doesn't hurt anybody else, then there's no damn reason in the world why they shouldn't go ahead and do what ever they please. That's my attitude about this whole thing."
"Do you think that it'll ever change? I mean, if you ever got married, would you still want to carry on with animals?" I asked.
"I might have a change of heart if that happened," she admitted. "Not that I wouldn't enjoy just as much having sex with animals, mind you. I just think that probably I would have to devote myself to my husband. At that stage of the game I wouldn't want to screw up the marriage. After all, I had one screwed-up marriage. I wouldn't want to shoot for two."
My interview with Dorothy ended at that point. I couldn't help but feel sorry for her. In spite of all the fame that she enjoyed, I could see that there was something missing in her life.
She wanted a lasting relationship, even though she attempted to convince herself that she didn't need one, particularly at that point in time.
Once Dorothy had had as much experience as she had by the age of twenty-nine, it was difficult to say much of anything to her. She was very self-assertive, and appeared to radiate confidence, at least on the surface. I recognized that there was a good deal of insecurity hidden beneath her superficial display of confidence, but she was at the point where she would not permit anyone to penetrate beneath that veneer.
The problem with the subject of Case Five, Sheila V., was that she had been given too much too early by her parents.
A spoiled girl, Sheila was doing all she could to obtain every little whim and imagine that would come to her attention at any given point in time. In short, she proved to be next to impossible to please.
CASE FIVE
Sheila V., at twenty-one appeared to be a girl who had everything.
Blonde and petitely beautiful, with a lovely form, Sheila was immaculately dressed in a beautiful blue pants suit as she came into my office one afternoon.
Although my instant impression was to like her, the longer that I talked to Sheila, the more difficult it became for me to maintain the kind of objectivity that I needed as a writer. What caused the objectivity problems was her attitude. I could see that the wealthy young girl, who had been brought up in San Francisco by permissive parents, had too many luxuries showered on her. That, coupled with her extraordinary beauty, had made her impossible to endure in many respects.
Presently married, she was more than happy to tell me about her two husbands, along with the background concerning their honeymoon.
Following is her story:
I shopped around a little before I considered getting married. I wanted somebody who could give me everything that I needed, and that was quite a feat, considering that my folks were very wealthy. But there was always more to seek out, and naturally I was concerned about getting a guy who was worth even more money than my dad. If he hadn't been, then there wouldn't have been one hell of a lot of motivation for me to marry him in the first place.
I found such a man one night at a debutante's ball. His name was Dennis, and he had just been recently divorced. But that isn't what was significant about him. What was significant was that he was one of the top cosmetic manufacturers in the entire country, with offices throughout the United States. I knew all about his company, and even used a number of its products. I was interested immediately.
He was kind of a shy fellow, and it took him awhile to get down to business. But we finally began to develop a steady relationship, and after we had been going together for about two years, he figured it was time to pop the question. In order to get him to really pay attention to me, I put him in his place quite a few times. I openly flirted with other men. It used to bug the hell out of him, and I used to tell him that if it bothered him that much why didn't he take the big step and marry me. He finally decided to do that.
I insisted that we visit the French Riviera on our honeymoon. I was in a wonderfully wild and gay mood. After all, I had latched on to several million bucks one way or another. If the marriage didn't last and I figured to get a very handsome settlement.
Dennis and I stayed at a lavish hotel right across the beach at Nice. I wanted an opportunity to show off my glittering bikinis under the warm French sun. I figured that the more admiring glances that I got, the more that it ought to serve to keep Dennis on his toes. After all, I wanted to let him know that he wasn't the only guy around. If I could keep him in his place, then I'd be in the driver's seat.
Early one evening as we were taking a walk along the beach, I looked inside a pet shop. I saw this handsome German Shepherd staring out at me. All of the sudden I knew that I had to have him.
"Get me him," I pointed toward the dog.
"You mean that dog?" he looked at me as if I were crazy.
"That's right."
"But what the hell. You're on your honeymoon, honey, and we're thousands of miles from home," Dennis asserted.
"That shouldn't make any difference. I want him and I want him now. Hell, we can ship him back to the states."
"Look, honey, I might have plenty of money, but I've never been that much in the mood to just throw it away. If you want a German Shepherd, I'll get you one just like him when we get back home."
"But I want this one," I raised my voice, deliberately putting on a display so that I would embarrass Dennis.
I could see that my strategy was working. As I raised my voice and went into a tantrum, I could see the people looking around at me. It embarrassed Dennis.
"All right, then I'll get the dog," he said. "Let's go inside."
Dennis reluctantly purchased the dog. We took him back to our hotel suite. I decided to call him James. He had such a distinguished air about him, and there had been some English kings by that name, including a very famous one, so I decided to stick with that name.
Dennis was befuddled by the whole thing. He still couldn't figure out why I would want a dog.-
We got back to the hotel and I began to make over James. I petted him, running my fingers up and down his coat, then began to throw my arms around him.
"You'd think you were going to make love to that dog," Dennis shook his head.
"Who knows. Maybe I'll do just that."
"You're absolutely crazy, honey."
"I like to do things on impulse," I told my husband. "After all, it's a lot more fun that way."
"I just don't understand it. Let's go back out and walk some more."
"Why, no. I don't want to walk. I want to play with the dog."
"I'll tell you what then," Dennis said impatiently as he got up from the chair. "I'll take a walk. I'll be back later. By then maybe you and your new friend will have had enough time together."
"Why, honey, I kind of get the impression you're jealous of this dog. Shouldn't you be ashamed of yourself?"
"I don't know. I wouldn't say I was jealous. I just thought that my wife would want to spend some time with me, especially since this is our honeymoon."
"There'll be plenty of time for you," I laughed. "But I don't see any reason why I've got to shut the dog out at the same time."
Dennis had a disgusted look on his face as he walked out of the room. I figured that I was teaching him a lesson. He had to find out early in our marriage that he wasn't the only person around. First of all there had been the many covetous glances that I had received from the men along the beach. Now there was the purchase of a dog. It was my way of keeping Dennis in line.
After he left, I got even more affectionate with the dog. I began to kiss him. I just couldn't seem to get enough loving from him. He began to use his tongue, letting it maneuver over my face. He licked me like crazy, and the longer that he did it, the better I liked it. I was getting carried away.
He finally did something that really shook me up. His nose dropped down to where my skirt had flipped up. I noticed that my panties were showing. He began sniffing around my pussy.
"You really are an affectionate animal," I laughed. "I just wonder what you want, baby."
I decided to do something particular reckless and provocative at that point. I flipped up my skirt a little more, then reached out and grabbed my panties. I pulled them down ever so slowly with both hands, dropping them down far enough to where my snatch was clearly showing.
"How do you like that, darling?" I asked laughingly.
The dog began to sniff around my mound. It caused me to burst into laughter. It was hilariously funny to me that my new dog was sniffing around my pussy.
"You're quite a Romeo," I laughed. "James, you're too much. The next thing you know you'll be sucking me."
No sooner were the words out of my mouth that I figured I ought to experiment a little further. I jumped up from the rug, then began to take off my clothes.
As I removed my blouse and skirt, I began to walk into the bedroom. I was clad in nothing more than my panties and bra, and I was wiggling my ass cheeks seductively, seeing what I could do to turn on my handsome young man.
"Come on, James, follow me," I exclaimed.
It worked. The dog came romping behind me, walking into the bedroom with me.
I set my skirt and blouse down on a chair, then decided to finish the act of undressing. I was doing everything I could to cock tease James. This was a new challenge for me. I had seduced more guys than I could ever hope to count, and left a lot of others disappointed because they couldn't get as far with me as they wanted to. Yes, I had plenty of male conquests, but never a dog.
James looked so handsome and so appealing that I wanted to see just how far I could get him to go. So in my best cock-teasing fashion, I wiggled my buttocks around as I undid my bra. As I tossed it into the chair with the skirt and blouse, I flipped my tits forward.
James was sitting back on his haunches, looking up at me. His tail was wagging and he was beginning to pant. I hoped that that was a good sign. I was hoping that it meant he was turned on with me.
"Now I'm gonna take off my panties," I looked at the dog and winked. "I just wonder how you're gonna react, my sweet."
My fingers worked their way downward toward my panties. I slipped the panties down my legs, working them ever so briskly, determined to completely strip for James. I figured that Dennis would be out for quite awhile, so I didn't have any worries there.
As I stepped out of my panties, James got up and began walking toward the bed. I could see that he was getting more excited every minute.
"Just look at me, honey, I'm all naked," I laughed.
I eased my beautiful body downward into the bed. I was tanned with a beautiful coppery glow from the French Riviera sun. I was extremely proud of my body. I had shown it off to enough men before, but never to a dog. This was something new, something very provocative, and exciting.
"Look at me, lover," I teased.
I was out to seduce that beautiful dog. The faster that I began wiggling my buttocks around as I lay there in bed, the more that I was fascinating him.
I decided finally to call out to James, to do all I could to get him into bed with me.
"Come on, honey, and join me," I said. "You're an awfully cute little dog. Oh, do you look bright. A dog as alert as you certainly knows where it's at when it comes to sex. I'm trying to turn you on, honey. If I can turn on just about any two-legged male that I want to, I don't see any reason why I can't do the same thing with a four-legged one."
I decided to reach out with my right hand and allow my fingers to toy with my pussy. I stroked ever so dramatically, flipping my buttocks back and forth, enjoying the fact that I was really drawing James out.
He finally executed a nimble leap, springing into bed with me. His nose once again started picking up the scent of my pussy. I removed my fingers from my snatch when I saw that he was eager to explore.
"Go ahead, honey, do anything you want," I said. "You can sniff around my mound, baby."
That was exactly what James proceeded to do. He flipped his nose around my pussy. It got me that much more excited. I liked the fact that he was warming up to me in a big way.
I decided at that point to get him even more turned on by rotating my buttocks. If I just flipped my ass cheeks around, I thought, that would do the trick. That would get my lover as excited as hell.
I flipped my ass cheeks. I began slowly, then started rotating them more quickly than before.
Pretty soon I was flipping my buttocks around as quickly as I could, and I could see that James was getting more and more fascinated with things as they progressed.
"How about sucking my ass-hole, honey, I'd like you to lick my butt," I said. "Go ahead, honey. Oh, yes, baby. Suck ass, darling. I want my ass-hole licked. You can do it, sweetheart. Oh, yes, baby."
I was steering him along just right. He was truly worked up just watching my hips and ass cheeks move. He finally dropped his tongue downward toward my ass-hole. He began to slip his tongue inside my anus, and as he flipped his tongue back and forth, I felt like I had accomplished something great. After all, it's one thing to tell a man what you want him to do to you, but quite another to get a dog to communicate with you beautifully.
He kept up his tongue stroking, slipping his tongue ever so eagerly inside my ass-hole. He kept driving it back and forth, enjoying every fervent stroke that he supplied. It was a beautiful, devastating event, and as my body began to flip around on the bed even more quickly than before, I was shoving my butt ever higher, meeting his convincing stabs that he would send forth with his tongue.
"Suck my ass-hole," I loudly exclaimed. "Oh, yes, my dear. I love it, baby. Ah, sweetheart. This is good. So very good. Keep your tongue rotating, drive it inside my ass-hole, sweetheart."
He kept on twisting his tongue until he began to drive it high into my rectum. I enjoyed every thrusting stroke that he sent my way. I knew that he appreciated the fact that I was giving him plenty of incentive by letting my butt toss back and forth. The more that I flipped my ass cheeks, the more invigorated and excited he became.
He finally removed his tongue from my ass-hole. He looked at me longingly. I figured that he was waiting for the next message. He wanted to know precisely what I wanted, and I wasn't about to disappoint urn.
I reached out with my right hand, permitting my fingers to slide around my snatch. I worked my fingers diligently, staring at him all the while, observing how excited he was becoming.
"Go down on my pussy," I exclaimed. "I want you to tongue my snatch, darling. Oh, yes, you can work your tongue, honey. I know you can. You can drive it convincingly, baby. I really want you to do it, sweetheart. Oh, honey, darling, put it to work. Drive your tongue, sweetheart. Oh, yeah, honey, you can do it."
I finally withdrew my fingers, giving my lover a chance to exercise his hot tongue. He decided to put it immediately to work. With great conviction and determination, he slipped his tongue into my pussy.
If you don't think that I was in a wild-eyed state of anxiety when he started slipping his tongue into my snatch, then you have something else coming. Oh, I felt so great knowing that I had turned him on to that extent. He used his hot red tongue beautifully, sliding it back and forth inside me ever closer to a dramatic climax.
"Oh, you're gonna get me there pretty soon," I exclaimed. "Oh, darling, keep doing it. Work your tongue, honey. Oh, drive your tongue into my mound, baby. Oh, slide it, honey, work it, baby. Slip it into me. Oh, suck my pussy. Oh, yes, suck it, darling. Oh, I really dig it, honey. Turn on the coal, sweetheart. Send your hot tongue deep into my gash. Baby. Oh, send it into my love pit, sweetheart. Oh, suck me, James, you can do it, baby. Drive your tongue, darling. Oh, work it, lover. Yes, sweetheart. Oh, you can do it, baby. Drive it quickly, darling."
My ass cheeks kept twisting and turning as he continued to drive his tongue deep inside my mound. He was moving me ever closer to climax, projecting his tongue forward, sending it moving ever deeper into my pussy.
"Oh, I'm gonna juice, honey, I've got to shoot," I cried out. "Keep sucking me, baby. Oh, I feel the itch all the way to my toes. You've got such a long tongue. Oh, when you put your long red tongue to work you're something else, sweetheart. Oh, keep it moving, lover. Yes, honey, stroke it, baby. Yes, darling, oh, keep it moving, sweetheart. Drive it. Oh, honey, keep on driving it. Send your tongue deep into my mound, lover. Oh, it's so good."
I reached out and, with trembling fingers, massaged the back of my lover's head. I kept running my fingers up and down his rich coat, gasping and sighing as he pushed me ever closer to climax. He was every bit as excited as I was, eager to taste my hot pussy droplets.
"Keep your tongue working," I exclaimed. "Oh, drive it, baby. Oh, I'm just about about there, honey. A few more strokes and I'll juice, baby. Yes, darling, oh, lover, keep sucking me. Drive your tongue into my mound, baby, oh, I'm there, lover, I'm there, baby. Oh, swallow it, sweetheart. Go after every drop of my hot juice. Oh, what an experience."
The momentum of my body movements was thrusting me upward. I felt like I was going to take off and fly all the way to the ceiling. It was such a wonderful experience to watch James suck out every drop of my hot juice. His tongue kept on spinning, he kept on working it frantically, doing his best to receive every droplet of pussy juice that shot from my mound.
"Finish me off," I called out, "oh, my dear. What a tongue you've got. You really know how to work it, baby. Ah, the way you slide it. It's such a wonderful feeling. Yes, honey, oh, it's so nice. You really sucked me, baby. I really gave you solid shots of juice. This was so good."
It wasn't until James withdrew his tongue from my pussy that I was able to catch my breath. I lay back and relaxed, closing my eyes momentarily. I was happy over the fact that I had been able to turn him on so easily. It was a new challenge and one that had been successful. I was now taking on the animal kingdom after doing very well with human males.
But I wasn't going to stop there. I figured for one thing that I owed my lover James something. After all, when a man gives you that much in the way of thrills, you want to pay him back. You want to provide him with some excitement. That's the way that I felt about James. So I reached out with my right hand and began to pump ever so slowly against his cock.
I loved that dangling hunk of meat sandwiched between his legs. The longer that I worked my fingers against his pecker, the more entranced I became. I knew that I had to have him. I knew that we just had to engage in even more beautiful sex than what had take place so far.
I toyed with his cock, running my fingers resourcefully up and down the full length of his spear for several long minutes. All the while he kept on panting, anxiously awaiting further action. I got the feeling that he was a whole lot hornier after I started jerking on his pecker than he had been before. After all, I had gotten off an orgasm, so he probably was hoping to do the very same thing.
I kept working my fingers over his cock, gradually stepping up the pace, doing all that I could to keep James's interest at a very high level.
"You have an absolutely beautiful dick," I told him. "Oh, honey, I really love it. I love touching it. I like the excitement we generate together, sweetheart. Oh, yes, this is so very nice. Ah, honey, I just love touching your cock. It's so good. Oh, it's so smooth, ah, just as smooth as satin. I love touching it."
Even though James was bright, I knew he couldn't understand English. He was unable to understand everything that I was saying, but I was certain that he understood one thing-that I was getting pretty carried away with him. He could pick up on the emotions that I was feeling, and as I began to allow my fingers to dart even more swiftly up and down his hard pecker, I got James to the point where he was more anxious than ever.
I withdrew my fingers from his cock, then wondered if I had the guts to take the ultimate step. I had gotten him all excited, and now he needed release. Would I give it to him?
I got down on all fours, looking back at James. I reached out, with my right hand, clutched at his cock. I hung on to it, then began to move it ever so slowly toward my pussy.
"Maybe I'm crazy, James, but I want you, I want you real bad," I said. "This will be the greatest conquest of all, if you'll slip your pecker inside my pussy. I want you to juice inside my mound, lover. Oh, yes, darling, you can do it for me. We can have such a wonderful time together if you'll just flip your cock into my mound. Oh, honey, we're gonna make some beautiful music together. Just drive your cock inside my mound. Oh, baby, I want you to do it, sweetheart. I want you to explode inside my pussy."
All the while I kept guiding his cock ever closer to my pussy. When he made his initial penetration with the assistance of my finger movements, I felt about ten feet tall. I was stuffing his hard dick into my pussy, and it made me feel so very wonderful.
"Ah, you're inside me," I said.
At the point at which his cock locked, I've got to admit that I felt some pain. But I wasn't about to let that bother me. Hell, sometimes when I fucked with guys I liked I experienced a little bit of pain, but I never let it bother me. All I knew was that I wanted that dog to thrust his prick into me until he juiced. I wanted to feel the savory sensations of his pecker juices spilling from the end of his spear into my mound.
"I want you," I exclaimed. "Come on, baby, drive your cock. Oh, drive-it hard into my mound, baby. Give me a great fuck, sweetheart. Yes, honey, oh, drive your trigger into my mound. Come on, honey, give me a great screw."
In order to provide him with even more in the way of incentive, I began to wiggle my ass cheeks again. It was a message that was becoming increasingly clearer to James every time out.
My hot four-legged lover thrust his hot dick forward. He really slammed it into me. The first few times it hurt one hell of a lot, but I sure wasn't about to complain. Oh, no, we had come all this way together, and I was going to enjoy every solitary cock stab. I would dig every bit of it, right up until he orgasmed in my mound.
"Drive your cock," I said. "Oh, I'm like a furnace inside. I really love the way you're stabbing me with your pecker. Oh, drive your cock forward, honey. Yes, lover, Oh, I want it, I really want it."
With forceful efforts, he kept on sending his huge pecker ever deeper into my pussy. He kept on grinding away, letting his hot dick stab ever deeper into my mound. I kept wiggling my butt back and forth, enjoying every probing movement, moving that much closer to orgasm myself.
"Oh, I'm getting set to juice," I told James. "My juices are gonna fly, honey. Oh, yes, baby, I'm gonna shoot. Yes, oh, the juices are gonna shoot out of me, sweetheart. What a great fuck we're having, sweetheart. Oh, just keep sending your hot dick deeper into my pussy. Keep up the movements. Keep driving your hot cock, baby. Oh, send it into me good and hard, darling. Drive it fast, baby. Yes, oh, yes, come on and fuck me. Oh, give me a good hot fuck. Drive your cock, baby. Oh, I really dig it."
At that point I juiced. My whole body came unglued. As I trembled, he fucked me even harder, moving his spirited dick that much deeper into my mound.
"Come on and unleash your juices," I sighed. "Oh, yes, my darling. Oh, baby, you're gonna shoot. I know you are. Get rid of your hot juices, darling. Oh, honey, baby, this is so good."
My body trembled some more as I began to feel the first few hot droplets of his jissum spilling from the end of his cock and into my waiting mound.
"Oh, you're there, you're there, you're really there," I exclaimed. "This is so great. Honey, oh, I knew that we'd share all kinds of intimate experiences. Oh, I knew it when you started sucking my pussy. We're a great team, sweetheart. Oh, did you ever do a job on my pussy. Ah, your really left a stream of hot white juice. I wonder if you're gonna make me pregnant, honey. Maybe I'm gonna have puppies."
I burst into laughter at my own joke. It was really something, receiving those spirited stabs from James's pecker.
With great eagerness I reached out and grabbed his cock, tugging on it. A few moments later he removed his cock from my snatch.
It took me several minutes to catch my breath. After I had done so, I found myself longing for even more intimate contact with my lover.
I wondered if I ought to go even further. I started thinking about how exciting it would be to let my tongue loose against his cock. I wondered if I could do it, or if he would like to receive my tongue stabs as much as I would enjoy providing him with them.
After a good deal of sober reflection, I figured that it wouldn't hurt me to at least reach out with both hands and start pumping up and down on his pecker. If I just played with his cock, I told myself, then I would soon be able to make up my mind as to whether I wanted to suck him off or not. At any rate, I recognized I'd already accomplished quite a bit. I had brought him off in my mound, and had let him suck me to a beautiful orgasmic climax.
As my fingers kept moving briskly up and down his hard cock, James flipped his head in the air. He looked like one hell of a proud dog, and I was convinced that he probably would enjoy having me go down on him.
"I'll just bet you would like a suck job," I laughed. "I'm just the girl to do it, honey. Oh, yes, I would, really enjoy sucking you, baby.
Ah, I'm really gonna stroke your dick. Just wait until I turn my tongue loose, baby. If you think these fingers are something, wait till I suck you."
It bothered me a little that I found myself talking to James so much. I wondered if I was flipping out, communicating with a dog that way, and getting ever hungrier for sex with him. But I wasn't about to worry for long. Not when I was as excited as I was. I kept dreaming about doing more and more with him, and finally I figured it was time to start putting my tongue to work on his cock.
I leaned my head forward and began to stroke his cock with my tongue. I worked my tongue slowly over the tip of his rod, then began to step up the pace, working my tongue more eagerly and swiftly than before.
It made me feel good to see how he was reacting. His body was twisting back and forth as he enjoyed the tongue stabs that I kept on supplying for him.
I reached out and began to jerk at his balls. I loved touching them. It made the whole act of sucking his cock take on much greater excitement and significance.
My head bobbed wildly like a girl dunking for apples at a Halloween party. As I drove my tongue ever more swiftly, I kept pushing my lover that much closer toward climax.
I jerked that much harder on his balls, sucking eagerly as I pushed him toward orgasm.
It didn't take any more than a few more minutes before he unleashed his juices inside my mouth. As he began to shoot, I braced myself, anticipating a big load of sperm.
I wasn't disappointed in the least. The juices kept spraying, shooting wildly out of the end of his organ, spurting into my waiting mouth.
Eagerly I went after every droplet that shot from his rod. I wanted to give him all the excitement that I could, to provide my lover with every bit of enjoyment that I could muster. So I sucked as conscientiously as I knew how, gobbling up every droplet of his hot cock juice.
When I turned my tongue loose from my lover's pecker, I felt a tremendous amount of exhilaration.
With great fondness I reached out and patted my dog on top of the head. I then hugged him, after which I kissed him on the nose.
"You're so great, honey, oh, did you ever give me lots of wild sensations," I said. "You're a very beautiful young man, you are. Oh, if I weren't already married, I'd marry you."
I finished that little wisecrack about marriage and I just happened to think that my husband would probably be happening along pretty soon. I looked up at the clock and recognized just how long it had been since he had gone out. My fucking session with my beautiful canine had taken a lot longer than what I had thought. That's the way that it is. When you're having that much fun, time seems to vanish in a flash.
My lover James went to sleep in a corner of the room. As he slept, I stepped into the shower.
When Dennis arrived in the room a few minutes later, just as I was stepping out of the shower, he looked at me and smiled.
"That's so sweet of you, dear, to take a shower," he said. "That's so very thoughtful. I want to make love to your beautiful body right now."
All I had to do was stretch out in the bed. I spread my legs, then watched as he jumped into bed. He let his fingers move tantalizingly over my blonde strands of pussy hair.
"I want to eat your snatch," he said. "I love your beautiful body, honey. Just keep those legs open nice and wide. I'm gonna tongue your snatch."
I lay back and relaxed, enjoying the vigorous tongue stabs that he supplied for my pussy. A few moments later I juiced. I was really laughing on the inside, recognizing all the sex that I had had that evening. First it had been James, and now my husband Dennis.
* * *
SUMMARY
I gave Sheila an opportunity to elaborate on the subject of her German Shepherd dog.
"What happened to your dog after that evening?" I asked.
"Oh, we sent him back to the United States the next day," she giggled. "We kept him in a very nice dog hotel, a very exclusive one for show dogs. Then we picked him up when we got back home."
"Do you still have sex with the dog?"
"Of course I do," she laughed. "What kind of a fool do you take me to be? With him around, I naturally would take advantage of his obvious assets, like his bulging cock that can never seem to get enough action."
"Is your husband suspicious in any way about your affair with the dog?" I asked.
"He knows all about it," Sheila told me calmly.
"You mean you told him?"
"Yes, I did. Actually it was either a case of me telling him or him finding out."
"How do you think he would have found out?"
"A dog can be just like a man. I mean, the more he gets used to you, the more liberties he'll take. I remember one day. I was in the bathroom and I just stepped out of the shower. I was leaning over to pick up a towel and the next thing I knew his hot red tongue was plunging inside my ass-hole. James had snuck into the room. I just about had a heart attack, wondering if Dennis had seen us. Luckily he hadn't."
"I see. You felt that it would be less of a shock if you told him about it than if he would have found out on his own," I surmised.
"That's exactly right. He flew into quite a rage when he heard about it. As a matter-of-fact, at one point he even said that it's either him or the dog, that he wouldn't be playing second fiddle to an animal. He said we had to get rid of James."
"What did you say about that?"
"I told him I wouldn't think of it. I said that if he made me get rid of my dog that I would divorce him."
"Did he make an effort to divorce you?"
"Heavens, no. I know how to handle Dennis," she laughed. "As a matter-of-fact, I found it was a good lesson for him. He's got to learn he's not all that important. I've got to keep him in his place. He's just like any other man. He's just got more money. That's all. That's the only thing that sets him apart from any other guy that I've screwed with. I'll tell you. I'm the kind of girl who's used to getting exactly what she wants. If he wouldn't take me, many other guys would. He knows it and that bugs him. No, I put him in his place. He quieted down fast. Now he doesn't say anything. He feels awfully uncomfortable knowing that I've got a dog around that I'm fucking with, though."
"Has he ever actually seen you in the act of intercourse with the German Shepherd?"
"No, he hasn't. But you've given me a good idea. Maybe I ought to perform some time while he's there."
"I wouldn't recommend that. You'd at least hurt his feelings, but you might do even more. You might drive him into a rage."
"That would be cute," she laughed, clapping her hands with wild-eyed expectancy. "Every now and then he does lose his temper. I like the opportunity to put him in his place."
"You're always talking about putting your husband in his place," I said. "Why is it that you derive such great pleasure from doing that?"
"It's the key to a good relationship with a man. You've got to let him know exactly where you stand."
"I always thought that good relationships were built on mutual trust, love and understanding. You mean you would dispute that?"
"You bet I would. I'll bring these guys to their knees. They'll suck my slit any time that I tell them to."
"I think you've got a very warped attitude about life, Sheila," I said, unable to contain myself any longer in the face of all that she had said. "You've been very lucky to have been born both beautiful and into a rich family. I think that it's all gone to your head. You're twenty-one years of age and very immature. I hope that you learn something about life very shortly."
"I know more about life than you could ever hope to know," she growled. "Just because I tell it like it is you don't like it. Some men are that way. They just don't like to hear the truth."
"It isn't that I don't like to hear the truth," I explained. "It's just that I hate to see anybody act in such a fashion. I'd say the same thing if I were interviewing a man who was telling me about how subservient he thought women were. I think that life should be a two-way street in any type of relationship, whether it be a marriage, two lovers, or a platonic one."
"That's a lot of garbage. If I didn't take advantage of these men, they'd take advantage of me.
"That doesn't appear to be the case where your husband's involved," I pointed out. "It appears that that poor soul is getting nothing but static after all he has done for you. Remember, if he's a man that wealthy, he can easily find himself another woman. If you don't watch your step, just maybe he'll do that."
"I'm not worried."
"No, that's the major problem with you. You seem to see everything through rose-colored glasses. The world isn't put together as simply as you think it is."
"You've sure got a nasty way of putting things," she exploded. "I thought you said you wanted me to tell it like it was."
"Sorry," I did my best to cool her down as quickly as possible. "I did say that. It's just that it seemed you were attacking men in such an unjustifiable way that I did take a little bit of offense. I'm sorry if I did."
"You guys are all the same," she grumbled.
"You just can't take it."
"I wish you'd remember one thing, Sheila. There's a possibility that some day you'll get hurt by either a man or a woman. Perhaps some woman will come between you and a man that you happen to think something of. Or maybe your husband Dennis or somebody else could turn around and like to put you in a subservient position."
"It won't happen," she shook her head stubbornly.
"Everybody doesn't play the game of life like you do. If they did, it couldn't help but happen," I told her.
"I don't understand your point."
"I think you do. I think you understand very clearly. You just don't want to admit the truth. That selfishness begets more selfishness. I hope that for your own good you wise up before it's too late. Apparently you have a kind man who is all too generous in his attitudes. If you don't watch out, you're-likely to lose him."
"I don't care to listen to any more of this," she said abruptly, getting up from the chair she'd been sitting in. "Good day, sir."
"I've just been trying to point out some of the realities of life to you," I said. "If you take offense it's because you want to take offense."
"It's a waste of time trying to talk to anybody like you," she fumed, walking out the door and quickly slamming it shut.
Of all the interview subjects I have dealt with, Sheila reacted the most angrily. It was obvious that she didn't want to hear anything that in any way contradicted her beliefs.
The one thing that Sheila has in her favor, however, is her youth. Since she is only twenty-one years of age there is always a chance that in the foreseeable future she will begin to see things differently.
It is to be hoped that Sheila will ultimately mature. Despite her beauty and brains, her selfish, one-sided attitude sullies her positive attributes.
THE END
BIBLIOGRAPHY
"Incidents of: Human-Animal Sex, Volume I," by Ernest R. Bradford, Copley Square Press, North Hollywood, Calif., 1972. "Incidents of: Human-Animal Sex, Volume
II," by Ernest R. Bradford, Copley Square
Press, North Hollywood, Calif., 1972. "High School Girls and Animals," by Ernest
R. Bradford, Copley Square Press, North
Hollywood, Calif., 1974. "Divorcees Who Are Serviced by Animals," by
Ernest R. Bradford, Copley Square Press, North Hollywood, Calif., 1974.
"The Human-Animal Sex Instinct," by William Decker, Valley Circle Publishing Inc., North Hollywood, Calif., 1974.
"Sex Without Guilt," by Albert Ellis, Lyle Stuart Inc., New York, 1958.
"Variations in Sexual Behavior," by Dr. Frank S. Caprio, Grove Press Inc., New York, 1955.
"Man, Woman and Beast," by Jory Sherman, Venice Publishing Corp., Van Nuys, Calif., 1967.
"Animal Playmates," by Mark S. Wolin, Valley Vircle Publishing Inc., North Hollywood, Calif., 1972.
"Boys, Girls and Beasts," by Kelly Lee, Valley Circle Publishing Inc., North Hollywood, Calif., 1972.
