For centuries French women were regarded as highly sexed creatures with insatiable appetites for men. According to this belief, they knew how to satisfy a man completely and were especially adept at the art of fellatio. The expression Frenching is a colloquialism for oral sex which French women supposedly lust for at all times. As a clinical psychologist and director of the latest survey into the sexual attitudes and practices of French women, I am able to report without reservation, that such beliefs are utterly false. In fact, my investigations revealed that French women are turning increasingly towards the practice of bestiality as a reaction against the way French men make love. And the purpose of this report Bestiality in France is not only to document my latest findings but to sweep away myths, distortions and outright lies about the sex practices of French women in the 1970s.
Why does the modern French woman prefer sex with animals? The Frenchmen is a lousy lover is the most frequent complaint. There are other less obvious, more compelling reasons. And to unearth the true motives for bestiality in the France of the atomic age, I selected four cases which, in my opinion, give a representative cross-section of the French woman from four completely different socioeconomic backgrounds. Education, social class and position forms the individual in many respects and especially in the area of sexual preferences. The case studies I have selected for this report illustrate this point.
In the first case, an upper class woman, middle-aged and well-educated lives on her estate in a remote area in the countryside. The villagers who depend on this wealthy woman for their livelihood supply her with trained stud animals to keep in her good graces. The woman is married, has many ardent would-be lovers and yet prefers animals for bed companions.
In another instance, a peasant girl, raped by her employer, turns to animals for sex. Men disgusted her but animals symbolized faith and love as well as the tenderness she so desperately craved.
A career woman, attractive, brilliant and president of a large manufacturing company experiments with animals for sexual relief when she becomes suspicious of potential male lovers. Believing they are attempting to use her because of her position, she arrives at a state of mind which prevents her from trusting any man. But animals can be trusted and they provide her with the sort of powerful and domineering kind of sex she never was able to obtain from a man.
Finally, we examine the acts and motives of what I regard as the typical housewife type of French woman. Arriving at middle-age, this married woman began to experience feelings of depression and regret about her life. She regards it all as a complete waste, and starts out in a desperate quest for fulfillment before she grows much older. This quest leads her to bestiality and, in her own mind, to the sort of happiness she'd always been denied with her husband.
In presenting these ease histories in the frank, uninhibited and often tortured language of the patient, I hope to reveal to the reader the extent that bestiality has taken hold of many French women today.
1973 Francine Dubois, Ph.D. Neuilly-sur-Seine France
CASE HISTORY ONE
Case Subject: Joanne M. Age: 32
Marital Status: Divorced Occupation: Social leader Place of Birth: Cannes, France Sexual Profile: After her divorce from a French baron, Madam Joanne M. retired to her estate in the district of Correze near the village of Bussel. The home looked as though it came straight out of the royal era, and the villagers in Bussel depended on Joanne M. for their livelihood. They did her bidding without asking any questions. One of her orders was for certain men of the village to train animals to have sexual relations with her. She refused to consider having sexual relations with men after her divorce, a highly publicized one which brought her considerable grief. At first, she experimented with domesticated animals such as dogs but later demanded that the men in her employ trap wild animals on her estate and teach them to stud women. She grew convinced that only a wild animal could make her achieve the kind of orgasm she craved.
ANALYST: Why do you prefer animals as sex partners?
JOANNE: Men are weak and insipid creatures. Totally unsuitable as lovers. In short, they're too goddamned civilized! A: Explain.
J: Let's face it, we're all animals. Sex is an animalistic act. Everything goes. But the men of my class are too civilized, too polite. They simply don't know how to fuck, or eat a woman the way she has to be fucked and eaten. A: Are you referring to your former husband? J: Him especially. But all men are just as bad. To use an Americanism, Frenchmen are lousy lovers.
A: Again, you are referring to your husband and men of his social standing. He was a baron I believe.
J: Oh yes. And very conscious of his great rank which, as far as I'm concerned, didn't mean shit. They approach sex with a certain amount of disdain as though it was all really quite beneath them.
A: Then why didn't you take working class men as your lovers?
J: Don't think I didn't try them out! But a man of the lower classes is completely devoid of imagination. A Clod. And to make love, a man must have imagination. Fucking is all in the mind anyhow.
A: I take it, the middle class Frenchman was equally as dismal.
J: You're quite right. The middle class Frenchman is the worst fucker of all. He's terrified he'll lose his lousy job. All he thinks about is saving a few francs, and living miserly to keep up his so-called status. Hopeless. A: And so, you turned to animals. J: Quite right. I turned to animals to relieve the sexual pressures. A: What kind of animals? J: At first, I experimented quite timidly. I bought a few dogs. A: Satisfactory? J: Well, they were a great improvement over the men in my life. But no ... not quite. I was looking for something else. A: Wild animals?
J: Quite so. My estate covers many acres of forest. Many animals, boars, fox and so forth are native to my woods.
A: They were trained for you?
J: Yes, a few were. The men of my village are excellent woodsmen. They do my bidding and keep their mouths shut.
A: Copulating with a wild animal gave you a certain sense of freedom?
J: Exactly! I can't describe the wonderful sense of freedom, of feeling alive and happy that the prick of a wild animal gave me. For the first time in my life, I felt I was one with nature.
A: You're talking about the intensity of the orgasm?
J: Indeed I am. It was terrific. My burning cunt threw out its juices like an exploding volcano.
A: You experienced the sort of orgasm that a man was unable to provide? J: Certainly.
A: And you would never go back to men? A: Not entirely. I mean it would take a very special kind of fucker man to wean me off animals.
A: What made you think animals would suit you in the first place?
JOANNE: "The divorce from my husband Le Baron was a messy one. I caught him screwing a young girl, the daughter of a servant. A black girl at that. Naturally, my ego was hurt. But the worst part was the fact that he never really satisfied me. Cursing myself for being faithful to such an oaf and a lousy fuck, I set out to collect a few scalps of my own. The first thing I knew, I was taking on every man in my social set. As I already stated, they were lousy lovers. Then, I tried out a truckdriver, a man of the lower classes. Perhaps, I thought, a bit of sweat and a few earthy words while we were copulating might turn me on. They didn't. The oaf was completely devoid of imagination. All he did was climb on and off. I was completely frustrated after he was wiping off his dick. He even humiliated me by asking for money. Next, I tried a clerk, a man from the middle classes. The poor timid soul couldn't even get a hard on, he was so filled with hangups. But I couldn't give up. I'm a highly sexed woman and have to be fucked at least once a day. Naturally, there was only one path left for me. That was the path to the animals.
"Naturally, I hesitated because of my great social position. And like most people, I had always regarded the act of bestiality an unnatural one. Still, I was desperate. And a woman, desperate for a good fuck will try anything regardless of the consequences. The first time I tried a dog, I was living in my town house in Paris. I confided my problem to a maid in my employ who knew where to make a purchase of a dog that knew how to take care of a woman's juiced-up pussy.
"At first, I was terrified. I tightened inside. The maid Marie was most understanding. She had bought me a small toy poodle, snowwhite and a fluffy, little darling to look at. He sniffed in the direction of my cunt.
"Marie explained. 'His name is Le Sue because he has been trained to work his tongue over madam's pussy."
"I kept looking down at the four-legged animal. Timidly, I asked, 'Doesn't he ... fuck?'
"'Oui madam,' Marie replied, promptly. 'But certainly. He is most adept with his cock. In fact, before I spent any of madam's money, I let him put his prick inside my cunt.' She explained, quickly lest I become offended. 'Merely to try him out. To ascertain whether I was spending madam's money wisely."
"'Of course,' I reassured her. 'You did quite right. And did he ... feel all right inside your...? '
"'My cunt?' the woman supplied the word for me. 'Of course. It was such a hard and throbbing and exciting little cock that I spent myself immediately."
"'Little cock?' I pouted. 'But I need something big. Something that will ... '
"'Fill the entire cunt box,' Marie cut in. She nodded. 'And the dick of petit Le Sue will do exactly that.' She explained. 'I was referring to the darling dick in a soft state of affairs when he is not using it. Once the dear grows excited, the bone has the capacity to grow and grow until every bit of the cunt hole is well stuffed with the le pric'
"I shivered with excitement. 'How wonderful,' I enthused. 'To feel a living bone grow inside the pussy. Every woman wants to feel something like that."
"'Oui madam,' Marie nodded. 'That was why I spent my cunt so easily. I, too, will buy such a dear for myself."
"I began to feel easier. Still, I needed more assurance. And besides, visuals always turned me on. Watching someone else get cocked always was a heater-upper of my cunt.
"'You fuck him first,' I told Marie. 'I'll have to see how this bestiality thing works out.' Despite my need for cock, I was still a bit leery about an animal. Suppose he hurt me?
"Marie accepted my invitation with alacrity. 'Of course madam. I would be most pleased and honored to feel the delicious prick of Le Sue in my twat.' She blushed. 'To tell the honest truth, I am already quite moist with anticipation."
"I sat down on a soft chair, and spread my legs, for watching others in the act of sex made me want to play with myself. I let the bathrobe slip apart, and bared my already steamy cunt.
"'You have my permission to remove your clothes,' I told Marie. 'Fuck the dog. But first, let him lap your pussy."
"'Thank you madam,' the maid replied. Her face was flushed with excitement and her eyes appeared moist with inner visions of animal lust.
"This was the first time I had ever seen Marie in the nude, and I was agreeably surprised when she revealed her naked body. Of course, the maid's uniform was not designed to accent the curves of her body. Now, I realized she was a sexy, little dish despite her young age. Marie couldn't have been more than sixteen at the most. Her breasts were as firm as the meat of an aroused prick, and the juicy looking nipples were designed to make one's mouth salivate, immediately. There wasn't an ounce of fat over her body which was curvier than the letter S. A sliver of dick-like flesh dropped out of her navel, and I wondered whether her lovers sucked on that part of her anatomy. There couldn't be any doubt that the mouth of any normal lover instinctively attached itself to her lovely looking cunt slit. The cuntal lips on this young girl almost resembled the lips on her mouth. They were full, perfectly shaped, and slightly distended. The long, black cuntal hair was so glossy, I wondered whether Marie brushed and stroked it into place. The curvacious cheeks of her ass even made my mouth water and I had never felt inclined towards a female before. Her legs were long and shaped so perfectly they would crack a normal man's nuts in a matter of a few seconds.
"'Lovely,' I murmured at her. 'You have no trouble finding adequate lovers."
"Marie smiled, sadly. 'I have no trouble in finding lovers, madam.' She shrugged. 'But adequate? Non! Men do not know how to fuck. They are, in fact, quite impossible."
"I nodded. 'How fortunate for you that you made this discovery at such a young age. You won't waste time like I did."
"The tip of her pointed tongue slid meaningfully over her full lips. 'Non madam. I have not wasted any time. Only the animals know how to really take care of a female. They fuck without the many hangups of the men.' Her face grew an even darker shade of crimson. 'When an animal fucks me I am transported to another world of pure joy. A wonderful world where nothing matters except the hard driving prick of my beloved beast banger."
"Certain erotic signals began to squeeze and tug on the inner tissues of my cunt. 'Hurry on,' I breathed. 'Make him suck you. Then, put it in. Hurry,' I beseeched. 'I'm ready to blow now."
"Marie nodded, and snapped her fingers at the trained white toy poodle. Immediately, the animal grew alert, his eyes trained on the girl, his slobbering tongue hanging out in anticipation, his penis sliding out to the highest possible level.
"'Sue mois,' she commanded. 'Suck my cunt.' And then, she got into the position for such an act with such an animal. Laying back on the edge of my bed, she raised both legs up and clasped them together at the knees. In this manner, the curved cheeks of her ass were exposed as were her asshole and hairy, leaking cunt. Also, in this position, the two, outer lips of cunt slid wider apart to reveal the fleshy, moist goodness of the inner valley.
"Staring at the bared and juicy box, I whispered, 'Marvelous. What a delicious looking piece of cunt meat. I could eat that myself.' My fingers lovingly caressed the tortured flesh of my own cunt. 'Go,' I urged. 'Eat. Suck. Give me some visual action!'
"The dog known as Le Sue proved that his name suited him, admirably. He possessed the most educated tongue I had ever seen on beast or man. In fact, no man could possibly be so adept at cunt lapping as this Le Sue. Rearing up on his hind legs, the poodle forced out his tongue as far as possible. But before he assaulted the wide-open joy box, he looked it over as though assessing the manner of attack best suited for this young, French girl. Sniffing at the glistening hairs, probing the thick, blood-gorged cuntal lips, peering deep inside the shaft, the animal took his time. Then, he turned his full attention to the young female prick that was sticking out of the upper regions of the box. This girl was hung! In fact, the clitoral shaft was as thick as a small boy's erected penis. The snowy-white cunt-cock was made for eating. But there was more. Since she was on her back with her legs drawn up together, the cheeks of her ass were also plainly in view. And the brownish, distended asshole wasn't lost from Le Sue's appreciative gaze. And this particular smelly hole received his very first attention.
"To my excited delight, Marie responded to the educated tongue up her anal end. And the thought of men as well as animals eating and lapping the shit out of her brown hole fired me up to such an extent, I started to masturbate. Driving three fingers of my right hand deep inside my twat hole, I was able to thumb my own clitoris back and forth. My ass naturally began to buck up and down and my finger-fucking hand was never still.
"'Suck,' the word streamed through my lips, breathlessly. 'Suck her cunt. Eat it up and chew it up. Go ... go ... go ... '
"The trained stud dog required no urgings on my part. After tongue-licking every vestige of brown stuff from the rim of her adorable asshole, he raised his head up and attacked the cunt-cock that made my own mouth continue to salivate. And he didn't just lap up and down like a puppy dog. He knew how to grab hold of the clit tip between his jaws and pull back on it. This really hit Marie with a million volts of electricity.
"'Sue, sue, sue,' her voice rose crazily up and shattered against the ceiling and walls. 'Suck my prick. Devour it. Don't spit it out. Don't ... don't ... don't ... '
"Naturally, my own fingers were beating a vicious tattoo against my own cunt. And during this period of self play, I couldn't help visualizing, or fantasizing a dog servicing my own box of hot cunt. In my own fantasies, as my fingers flew back and forth into the hole, I kept seeing a much different kind of beast on top of my body. A wild beast. On my estate in the north of France, there is a wooded area which contains many animals in the wild, untamed state. Once I went on a wild boar hunt, and now, for inexplicable reasons, I kept seeing this ferocious species of pig mount me from the rear and throw his strangely-shaped prick into my hole. The erected penis of the wild boar is screw-shaped, and I kept seeing the long, pinkish-colored and hard screw-prick twist excitingly into my willing and soggy hole. Also, I kept feeling his soft but big nuts press against the curved cheeks of my ass. The fires within my finger-tantalized love well leaped higher and higher.
"But as hot as I grew from my fantasy, I simply couldn't reach the heated temperature of my maid's body. She was really responding to Le Sue's tongue which was the most educated cunt lapping piece of meat I had ever seen.
"My own husband had been a dismal failure when it came to cunt lapping. This dog could give any grown man lessons on the art of Frenching. I noticed that he first pulled on the clit-cock and then slid his unusually long tongue under the shaft. And because he was an animal, the tongue was long enough to dip into the cunt hole. Indeed, part of the tongue's surface rested against the clitoral shaft while the tip was deeply imbedded in the love hole. This ability to touch all cuntal bases with tongue would turn on the most frigid of women. And Marie was far from frigid.
"Her voice rose, shaky and urgent, thinned to a hysterical whine. 'Oh lover prick, shoot that tongue of red, hot flaming mouth prick straight up my burning hole. And shoot it up my bung hole, too."
"To my utter surprise, the dog understood. Le Sue had been well trained. Immediately, on hearing her screeching demand for a bung hole job, he let his flickering, snake-like tongue drop up just a notch. But it was far enough to reach the small orifice which he again lick-fucked. Then, he pulled out and once again attacked the seat of the girl's femininity.
"Suddenly Marie's eyes mooned up in her narrow face. Her nostrils flared and her twisted lips kept working back and forth but in a voiceless way. Foam leaking through the corners of her mouth gave her a demented look, and all the while her body kept undulating lewdly back and forth.
"'Some ... thing,' she uttered in a ghastly shriek. 'Some ... thing is happening inside me ... Inside meeeee,' and the next thing I knew streams of cunt dew were burbling through the crack and snaking down her full, ripe legs.
"Le Sue's hairy face was awash with the love juice. And even though Marie was losing her love stuff, he kept on sucking. While he used his tongue, his hindquarters kept rearing back and forth as though fucking an imaginary cunt.
"A moment later, the wild boar of my fantasy uttered a howl and screwed his screw-shaped prick so tightly into my body, we were fused together, animal and woman. That's when the joy gism spurted through my cuntal lips and drenched my fingers.
"'Fu ... ck meeeee,' I screeched to my imaginary lover. 'Give it to me hard. Yes, yes, yes ... '
"And I carried on in this manner until every drop was spent, and vanished from the innards of my fiery furnace.
"For the longest time, Marie remained inert as though frozen in her position. The liquid had long squirted through her cunt hole but she didn't move. Her ass was still stuck up in the air, and her soggy sex slot adrip with juice.
"'Darling,' I said, speaking directly to her ass. 'Don't you want to move into a better position. Le Sue deserves his fuck now.' The dog had dropped onto his four legs, his bone was still very stiff and he was whining from frustration.
"Slowly, after the longest time, Marie dropped onto her side and looked over at me.
"'Oh madam,' she confessed. 'Never ... never before in my entire life have I had such a cunt tonguing. This little doggie has the most educated tongue I've ever had stuck up my hole.' She pleaded with me. 'Please madam, try him. Let the darling lap his tongue up and down over your precious, hairy cunt."
"Despite my recent orgasm, self-induced, I started to feel hot again. 'Yes, that sounds like a good idea,' I admitted. 'But first dear cunt ... let the precious prick dog fuck you. I must have my visuals first. And watching the long dog stick plunge in and out of your already juiced up box will simply excite the hell out of me."
"'Oui madam,' Marie said, for she knew better than to argue with her mistress. 'Le Sue will fuck me as you wish."
"'I wish,' I said, emphatically. 'Let's get on with it. I want to see a dog's cock pumping in and out of a human female's pussy. Now, that's the kind of stuff that will turn me on. And how!'
"'At once, madam,' Marie said rising off the bed.
"Apparently, she was used to the ways of dog fucking for she knew what to do and how to do it. First, she took the pillows from the top of the bed and piled them up one on top of the other in the middle of the mattress. Then, she stretched out on her back with the cheeks of her ass elevated by the pillows. This permitted her to spread her legs with more ease. Her knees were flexed upward, and looking at her from the foot of the bed all I could see was the hairy V-slot between her legs.
"'So that's the way you get fucked by a dog,' I whistled aloud. 'Nice,' I had to admit. 'Looks fuckingly nice.' Then, I looked down at the animal. 'But will he know how to service you?'
"'Oui madam,' Marie said. Her head was out of sight but it seemed natural to address myself directly to the hairy slit between her legs. 'Le Sue will know exactly what must be done. The animal was trained for this reason."
"Despite the fact that I had just experienced an orgasm, the cuntal innards began to feel all tingly again.
"'After he screws you,' I informed her, 'I'll want a piece of the action, too."
"Marie nodded. 'Of course, madam. It was with your money that I bought the beast. And he was expensive, too."
"I snapped my fingers at the already panting animal. 'Fuck Marie,' I commanded. 'Throw that big prick of yours deep into her pussy."
"Marie shook her head. 'Not that way, madam. One must be gentle with him. He is quite sensitive."
"I was beginning to get impatient. And my cunt was definitely heated up again. 'I don't care how you make him mind,' I snapped. 'Let's have some action!'
"Marie raised up her head. 'Patience, madam. Le Sue will mind. But please have a bit more patience."
"'I've got all the patience in the world,' I retorted. 'But my pussy is on fire again. Just looking at that poodle's stiff prick makes me want to throw out another load of overheated cunt-cum. Now, on with it. Action!'
"Marie nodded and directed her attentions to the animal who appeared to be more than prepared. His cock was fully erected and he kept sniffing the odors that floated gently through the distended cuntal lips. The smells were a mixture of Marie's perfume, and natural body odors. The blend was almost dizzying. I was strongly tempted to drop on my knees between her legs and give her a cunt lapping with my own tongue. But fortunately, I restrained these impulses.
"Meanwhile Marie started to behave in the-lewdest way imaginable. Grinding her buttocks into the sheet over the bed, she began to finger the clit and moan softly.
"'F ... uck me lover,' she whispered in a sultry voice over to the dog who was unable to remove his eyes from the lascivious acting woman. 'Come over here my stiff pricker dog. You've already lapped my open pussy. Now, fucky me dog. Fucky me.' And as she spoke, she continued to bounce the cheeks of her ass up and down and around.
"At first, I blinked in astonishment. Then, slowly I began to comprehend. This dog was trained by sight lessons. A female cunt girl acted in precisely this manner in order to excite his beastly libido. And it was working. The drool running from his mouth became foamier, thicker, hotter. His tongue hung out. And most important, his penis grew at least another inch in length. Also, there was evidence the blood was pumping into the skin of the penis shaft at a faster rate. The entire appendage turned a purplish black color. Apparently, he was awaiting one, final command. And this he received.
"Marie stiffened one finger and drove it in and out of the love hole to simulate a fuck.
"'Dog me,' she raised her voice. 'Now!'
"Le Sue leaped up on the bed and positioned his body between Marie's legs which were now straight up in the air and made the perfect letter V. Dropping his forepaws over the firm tits of the young girl, he wriggled his hindquarters around until his pecking prick located the hole and dropped easily into the groove.
"'Hmmmmmmm,' Marie crooned her rhapsodic melody. 'That feels nice lover. That feels goddamned, fuckingly good.' And throwing both arms around the dog's back as though he was a man, she sang out, " 'Pump fucker. Throw it at me. I'll take it all. Don't hold back an inch. Throw it at me, dog. Come on,' her voice rose up thinly and shakily. 'DOG MY CUNT'
"Le Sue did dog Marie's cunt. He shoved his tool deep into the orifice, and started to thump his tool into the hole of my maid. His rear end jacknifed back and forth so rapidly I could barely keep track of it with the naked eye. This affected my own genitals to such an extent that mere finger-fucking no longer appeased me. Leaping up, I ran into my kitchen, seized a banana and ran back to watch the bestial scene on the bed while I fucked myself with the piece of fruit that resembled a man's cock quite well.
"I no longer fantasized. The act of copulation between girl and dog was all I required to excite me. And the verbals I received from Marie were also cunt-tantalizing.
"'Oh madammmmm,' Marie sang out as the beast pounded up and down over her tits and abdomen. 'Madam, something is happening ... happeninggggg."
"Something was indeed happening. And right inside my own cunt. 'Yes,' I screamed back at her. 'Yesss ... something is happeninggggggg."
"What was happening was the most intensive orgasm I had ever experienced. And later, as I assessed the experience I didn't attribute the explosion to the shape and use of the banana. I had been turned on by the sight of a dog fucking a girl. And I grew determined to have the same sort of sensation with an animal...."
ANALYST: And you did.
JOANNE: Of course.
A: With the trained poodle?
J: Yes. I tried him out several times.
A: To your satisfaction?
J: At first, yes. Then, I realized I needed something more. Something wild. A: A tame animal didn't leave you with a sense of satisfaction then?
J: Not exactly. Yes, I could climax every time the trained dog gave me prick. That was no problem. However, I realized I craved something more powerful.
A: You began to think of the wild boars again. J: Yes. My first fantasy.
A: And since you were in a position to try one out, you did. J: Exactly.
A: You weren't frightened?
J: Frightened yes. But also excited. When I saw two of the wild creatures copulating, I felt envious of the female boar.
A: Describe those feelings.
JOANNE : "My estate in the district of Correze covers hundreds of acres. All belong to me, La Baronne. I won everything in the uncontested divorce from my husband. Once I gained control of the estate and the people who lived on the grounds, my word became law. In certain ways, this area of France is not much different than the days of Louis the Fourteenth. And when I told the huntsmaster that I wanted to go on a wild boar hunt, he immediately accompanied me. My instructions were not to kill the male boars but only the female of the species. Without a female boar cunt to fuck, the male beast would be hungry for the smell of pussy ... even a human one. That was the way I intended to train him to my desires.
"But once we were out in the field, the spotter blew his horn to announce that he had spotted our game. When we arrived, two boars were screwing each other. I immediately cautioned my men to remain still and not interfere. The musk smell of hot, female boar cunt was almost overwhelming. And the throaty grunts from the male as he pumped his screwtwisted prick into the swollen and red meat were almost deafening. In her turn, the female was never quiet during the long and powerful bumps and thrusts of the huge, ungainly beast. Her squealing was quite unnerving.
"'Why is she making so much noise?' I asked the huntsman.
"The huntsman, an old fellow and wise in the ways of wild game tried to conceal a polite smile. 'Excuse me La Baronne but the reason is a rather delicate one to express before such a great lady."
"'Can that great lady shit,' I snapped at him. 'What's it all about."
"The huntsman looked startled. But from my bold and frank language, he understood that I was unshockable, and that titled ladies were no different than the peasant variety.
"He explained after some clearing of his throat. 'There is no better lover than the male boar in the entire animal kingdom."
"I corrected him, instantly. 'You mean ... there is no better fucker than the male boar in all the animal kingdom."
"The old man looked at me curiously. He was beginning to understand the real reason for my interest in the male boar. And evidently, he wasn't overly surprised. Rumors had reached me that he did a thriving side business in procuring certain animals for the village women to have intercourse with.
"He nodded, emphatically. 'Yes, La Baronne. The male boar is the best fucker of all the animals in your forest."
"Since he worked for me and I owned him body and soul, for he was in debt to my estate for many thousands of francs, I came boldly out with my intent.
"'Can the beast be trained to fuck a female? A human female?' I asked this question without displaying a trace of embarrassment. And I expected an equally blunt reply.
"That I received. 'He can, madam.' Then, he qualified his answer. 'But only to a certain extent. Since he is a wild, untamed beast, he is an unpredictable one."
"Shivering with excitement, I said, 'That would make the fuck all the more special and thrilling.' I muttered. 'Le Baron was a timid, lousy fuck."
"The huntsman didn't say anything. He was awaiting my decision to trap a wild, male boar and train him for my cunt's pleasure. For a while, I said nothing at all about this decision. It was sheer pleasure to watch the mating of the two wild beasts. The end was approaching and both animals were in a state of lustful delirium. The snorting, squealing, panting and just plain banging of ass against ass filled the forest with such a cacophony of sounds that it was difficult to listen to my own thoughts. Still, as the boar rammed his prick home for the final blow-out, I was able to make my decision.
"'Trap him. Kill the female. Keep him penned up away from other females. Make him so hungry for cunt, he'll fuck me in the same thrilling way.' I almost shouted out my heart's desire. 'I want to be pump fucked by the wildest, untamed prick in captivity. Do you understand?'
"My employee tipped his cap. 'Qui madam. I comprehend, perfectly. The civilized ways of a man, or tamed animal are not enough."
"Nodding, I said approvingly, 'You do understand. Now, do your work. Get rid of the female. Trap the male. And starve him for cunt."
"My orders were obeyed, instantly. After I returned to my chateau, the huntsman speared the female boar and his men seized the male of the species. Following my instructions, the beauty was penned up and kept away from other animals. And the training period commenced. Or rather, the tantalizing period began. He was tantalized for cunt in the cruelest manner possible. But there was no other way to make him give me the kind of cunt I craved.
"For over a month, the beast was locked up and kept away from consorting with female pussy. But since an animal responded to odors, we took precautions that his pen was well filled with the pungent, musky cunt smells of female boars who were locked up on the other side of the stockade. My beast almost went mad. After a while, he'd bone up every morning, and many times tried to masturbate by merely thrusting his hindquarters back and forth and rubbing his screw piece against the wall. But that made him all the hotter. Then, I realized the time had come to accustom him to human female pussy.
"Accompanied by my huntsman, for this was still a dangerous sport, I went to the pen where my future fucker beast was kept. Dividing this pen with a huge, shatterproof glass plate, I was able to stand on the other side and display my human charms to his hungry gaze. The boar stood looking at me on one side of the glass while I stood on the other side.
"'Are you positive the glass is shatterproof?' I asked the huntsman.
"He hesitated. 'As far as I know, the glass cannot break. Of course,' he added, 'one never can be certain. Human frailty in construction can never be underestimated."
"I shrugged. 'Nevertheless, I have to go through with it if I'm going to accustom him to my cunt.' By now, there was no secret about my plans as far as the master huntsman was concerned. He accepted my wishes with a stoical look. If he didn't approve of my lust for a boar's prick, he never had the guts to voice his objections aloud. At present, I was still fully dressed, and the boar was standing and looking in a curious way. At that moment, he didn't associate me with sex in any way, shape or form.
"'Keep out the other workers,' I threw my instructions at the huntsman.
"He nodded. 'The door of the pen is securely locked, La Baronne. You may feel free to disrobe.' He hesitated. 'I'll go too."
"I barked at him. 'No! Stay ... in case the glass breaks and I'll need your assistance to extricate myself from the ravaging beast.' Inwardly, I felt a bit of a thrill in disrobing in front of the elderly man. Would the sight of my naked body excite him enough to bone up?
"The huntsman looked uncomfortable but again, he nodded. 'Oui madam. As you desire. I am old enough to be your father and will feel no shame at the sight of your naked body."
"I ignored this. Rumors had long ago reached me about his hot-nutted character despite his age. This was going to be a double thrill for me. I was going to excite the beast, and watch for any sign of movement in the crotch of the old man.
"Smilingly, I called out to the old man. 'Watch me closely. In case of trouble. I'm going to disrobe now.' And to make certain I had his complete attention, I added. 'Watch me."
"Reaching back, I unzippered my dress and let it drop to the floor of the pen. That left me undraped with the exception of my bra, pantyhose and high-heeled shoes. But it was possible now to determine the size of my breasts, the contour of my ass cheeks, the shape of my legs and beneath the pantyhose in the area of the crotch, the black spray of pubic hair which had always flowed up from between my legs and almost touched my navel. The cleavage between the cheeks of my ass had always been quite well defined, a veritable trench, in fact, and from the corner of my eye I caught the old man staring lewdly at my ass and he now seemed to be having trouble with his breathing.
"But the old man's reaction to the sight of my naked body was immaterial as far as I was concerned. What did matter was the kind of response I rated from the beast fucker on the other side of the glass plate. So far, he didn't respond in one way or another. He merely kept staring at me intently and clearly wondered what I was going to do.
"Standing directly in front of the animal, I gave him a full look at my frontal side and rolled down the pantyhose. The white flesh of my slightly, plump body rolled out into plain view. My boobies spilled out of the bra as I unhooked that particular garment.
"The eyes of the animal grew pink as he strained forward. The sight of my tit flesh was clearly exciting him. Or was it the rather strong smells that were. suddenly floating up from my crack? Before I walked down to the pen, I had thoroughly soaped and perfumed my pussy and ass. Now, the strongest odors were wafting skyward from the gas and I felt certain liquid secretions trickling down from my rectum. These juices, too, were on the smelly side.
"The nostrils of the beast flared open and he gave a grunt which I recognized as the mating sound of the boar. He was now definitely responding to the sights and smells of my nude body. A glance in the direction of the old huntsman told me that this was a fact. He also seemed to be enjoying the sight of my body.
"But I hadn't disrobed to tantalize the old man. My object was to arouse the sexual ardor of the wild beast. And now that I had his attention, I commenced the movements that I had practiced in secret. With me, I had brought an artificial prick, a dildo that had been carved by the finest woodsman on my estate. The dildo resembled in every, minute detail the penis of the aroused boar. The cockhead was large and knob-shaped while the penile shaft was properly screwed. The coloring was also the same as the real article. But this finely crafted prick had been invested with another valuable commodity. The entire false, beast cock had been rubbed against the overheated cunt of a female boar pining for a treatment from the male.
"Now, I held up the strong smelling shaft and aimed it at my own cunt. I had practiced long and hard at using this particular weapon on myself and in a way calculated to arouse the mating instinct of a perfectly wild animal completely unused to the human pussy.
"First I brought the shaft close to my face. Then, pouting my full, shapely lips, I planted a loud, smacking, tonguing kiss over the cockhead.
"The beast looked startled. Of course, the female of his species had never kissed his cock, and now perhaps he was thinking of all the lustful sensations he had missed and could get from the human, female mouth. Yes, it was obvious that such an animal was capable of thought. This was apparent in the way his bloodshot eyes bore into the flesh of my exposed body. The glint in those hard, marble-like eyes grew sharper when they rolled over the slope of my tit flesh. And they positively sparked when they fell over the hairy area of my cunt. He even gave forth a few snorting noises which I again associated with his mating call. Still, the penis under his belly had not, as yet, erected.
"My job was to make it bone up for my cunt, and I went into my act, immediately. Assuming a position of the semi-squat as though I was about to take a piss, I lowered the boar-like penis and aimed the shaft at the gash between my legs. Everything grew quiet and I could hear the elderly huntsman breathe. But from the beast, there was no sound at all. Licking my lips with the tip of my tongue, I rolled my eyes about and with a sharp thrust of the wrist brought the entire shaft into the confines of my cunt groove.
"'Ahhhrrrgh,' I grunted, for it almost knocked the wind out of me. But that powerful movement of dildo into cunt caught the interested eye of the boar. Power was something he could easily communicate with whether or not it came from an another animal or a human. Strength was something he related to, and having made that discovery I started to give myself the most savage masturbatory session of my entire life. During my marriage it was quite often necessary for me to masturbate because Le Baron was either screwing teenage pussy or was impotent. I knew all the movements but did I have the strength to really throw the powerful jerk off at myself that the beast craved to watch?
"Even the old huntsman knew I had to act more violently. 'Harder,' he sang out at me. 'Fuck yourself harder and faster Madam Le Baronne."
"'Yes,' I called over my shoulder. 'Thank you for the tip. Merci old man, I'll do just that."
"Squatting a bit lower, I pulled out the manmade boar's cock and held it poised over the pussy gash. For a while, I tried to summon up enough strength and courage to really let myself have a good one. On the other side of the glass plate, the boar was looking at me closer and with much more interest in his eyes. He was wondering, too, whether or not I'd deliver something to excite him with.
"I plunged the dildo as deeply into my cunt as possible, deeper than I had ever rammed in my fingers during previous mastubatory sessions. The cockhead swarmed through the cuntal groove and hit so deeply within the tube that I thought I felt the tip nudge against my tonsils.
"'Jeeeeezzzz,' I sang out. Certainly the wild boar couldn't have thrown his prick into the hole with more fury. The animal pressed his snout tighter against the glass pane. Slowly, his penis began to grow elastic and hang down a bit farther.
"The old man began to grow excited on witnessing the response of the wild boar. In his eyes and face he had previously doubted that I could sexually turn on a wild animal. He had lived around them all his life and knew their disdain for the civilized human. They were the true lords of the woods, and were openly contemptuous of the two-legged animals. But before his eyes, the masively built boar was responding to my wriggling ass and dildo thrusts into my cunt. Also, my love hole was leaking an odor that closely resembled the gamy scent of the woods animals.
"Gripping the base of the boar prick as though it was a dagger, I proceeded to hammer it back and forth into my hole with the wildest of abandon. Naturally, every pore and nerve ending over my body responded to the mastubatory prick. The fact that the beast was getting more and more excited turned me on. Also, knowing that the old man was watching me with an ever increasing problem of preventing his cock from rising was another factor which made me pump the cock with such enthusiasm.
"Meanwhile, the boar had fully erected. The sight of the stiff, corkscrew-like affair made me even hotter for I knew it was being directed towards my body. If the glass partition didn't prevent him from leaping forward, he would have jumped at me, knocked me down and mounted my ass. This wasn't the time or place for copulation. Certainly I was tempted but this first experiment was set up merely to prove or disprove my theory that a hot-cunted human female was capable of exciting a wild beast from the woods. I had already proved my contention. The boar was beginning to snort uncontrollably, paw at the ground, and waggle his hindquarters back and forth as though fucking an imaginary cunt under him. Now, there was no doubt that I had turned him on. Later, after he was tamer, I'd let him fuck me. At the present time, the act of sex with this unpredictable and savage animal was dangerous, an invitation to much trouble. But why was I continuing to fuck myself with the dildo long after I had proved my point?
"'Enough Madam La Baronne,' the old man called out at me. He too sensed that I was toying with the quite dangerous idea of entering the pen on the side of the boar. 'He isn't ready to accept a human female as yet. Out madam, get out,' he continued to exhort me.
"'Yes,' I replied, 'you're quite right.' There wasn't a doubt that I would do myself much harm by letting myself accept the wild creature as a love partner. The beast was months away from reaching the point where he'd safely and docilely accept my pussy. Yet, strange forces were tugging at the vitals of my cunt. They were urging me to get fucked, and now!
"'No,' I tried to struggle with myself.
"I must have looked as though I was weakening because the old man yelled out, 'No. Don't go in there. He'll tear you apart. You'll never survive his terrible prick."
"I agreed. 'I know it,' I admitted. 'But ... ' The truth of the matter was simple. I couldn't delay for another minute the excitement of feeling something so wild and so strange barge up my cunt and take charge of my entire body and soul. This need for a powerful fucker to really take charge and boss my cunt was the root of my problems with my husband. He wasn't a take-charge kind of guy. He was more on the docile side and needed a stronger woman. As far as I was concerned, I needed a strong man. Now, I needed a strong beast. And this beast was on the other side of the glass pane, pawing the ground, snorting, issuing mating calls. His prick was already fully extended and the cockhead almost but not quite touched the ground.
"Suddenly, I lost all control. 'Got to...." I panted. 'Got to get fucked by the beast,' and before the old man could stop me. I opened the door which led to the boar's side of the pen.
"'Nooooo,' the old gamester called out. 'He'll kill you."
"I didn't hear him. All I could hear was the pounding of my own heart and pulse. The tissues of my pussy began to pucker up in readiness. Secretions began to already trickle through the crack. My eyes were glued on my soon-to-be lover.
"This lover beast looked surprised at my move. At first, he really didn't know what to make of it. And when he realized I was standing beside him, he started to tremble. This so-called savage beast was apparently afraid of a human, female cunt.
"Spreading my legs before him, I patted the hairy vulva. 'Come on wild one. Take my cunt. Boss it. That's what I need lover. A beast to boss my cunt."
"Fear and surprise quickly left him. Lust took over. His cock which had started to rubber when I first approached him hardened up again.
"The gamester kept on shouting as though he was the one in danger. 'No, no Baronne. You must escape for your life. Run. Get away. He'll tear you to shreds. Your cunt will never be the same again ... '
"His agitated words spoken sincerely did begin to make me frightened a bit. But my need for something savage and grand to dominate body and soul outweighed my fears. I stood perfectly still.
"The wild one pressed his long snout hard against my twittering pussy. Droplets of the lust juice smeared into his skin, and trickled into his nostrils. His eyes grew opaque, his breathing came in long, drawn-out snorts and his prick thickened up to the diameter of a good-sized club. Even his balls began to move about as though the boar semen contained in the sacs had a life and will of its own.
"The old man's voice trembled towards me in a high-pitched, falsetto whine. 'Please Madam La Baronne ... escape ... please. Your life is in jeopardy."
"From the wild beast's inaction, I was beginning to think the opposite. In fact, I was beginning to firmly believe I wasn't going to get fucked at all. Perhaps, he required a certain amount of feminine encouragement.
"Grasping the snout between my hands, I held it perfectly still as I shoved my box into his mouth. That did it! The spell was broken. The wild pig lost all control in his haste to get at my cunt. Rearing back and up on his hind legs, he pawed at my body until I lost balance and toppled to the ground.
"The old gamester became agitated. 'He'll kill you, madam. I know all about wild boars. They can't be trusted. Crawl,' he kept up his pleading whine, 'crawl out of the pen ... '
"But at that moment, I had no intention of crawling away from the aroused and lust-maddened beast. My cunt was already enamored with the animal, or at least the thought of getting dicked by his wonderfully wild prick. To be completely dominated by an all-powerful lover was the dream of my life.
"The wild one lost no time now in going to work. His nostrils were well smeared with my cunt-cream, his cock was monstrously stiff and blood red, and in his eyes I glimpsed the lust madness that is a part of all wild creatures.
"Everything was happening with the swiftness of a flooding river. Lying on my side momentarily, I had to make an immediate decision for the wild one was going to start throwing his cock around and I could possibly get it any place over my body. I had to calm him to the extent where he could find my love hole. Either I was going to get on my hands and knees for the traditional doggy-style lay, or I had the option of lying on my back and let him throw his fuck in the traditional civilized manner of male atop female.
"Making a quick decision, I rolled over on my back. I wanted to look into the face of my pumping lover, I wanted to feel the crushing weight of his huge body as it pounded down over my belly, and too, I wanted to feel his nuts flatten out as he rammed his plunging prick of wildness into my tamed pussy.
"Wild boars, of course, are used to copulating in the traditional animal style of the male mounting the rear end of the female. When I positioned myself on my back, he was somewhat startled. But only for a moment. Instinctively, his hind quarters kept pumping up and down and the tip of his cockhead flailed the entire vulva area. It was finally necessary for me to reach under his hulking form, grab hold of the screwstick and twist it into my groove. Once the meat felt the tissues of female pussy, it sank down.
"And something exploded in my brain. Never before in my entire life had I experienced such a wild, body shattering, mind numbing sensation as wild, untamed prick of boar dominating my will, mind, body, soul and cunt.
"Throwing both legs over the shoulders of my wild lover, I arched my back into such a position, the pounding prick was able to penetrate even deeper. The cheeks of my ass ground into the floor of the pen as I kept thrusting my hips back and forth in unison with the pumping pounder.
"And from outside the pen, the old gamester changed his tune. No longer frightened for my life, he sang out his encouragements.
"'Fuck him Madam Baronne. Tame the wild one with your cunt. You're doing it. Doing what no one else has ever done ... '
"The old fellow was probably correct. Perhaps I was the first woman to fuck a wild pig. But the other human females didn't know what they were missing. No prick is wilder and stiffer and more filled with life. Even as the dynamic dick exploded inside my tunnel of love, I knew I'd crave more and more.
"And I did. A wild, untamed prick is the greatest gift to womankind...."
ANALYSIS OF CASE HISTORY ONE
A titled and aristocratic Frenchwoman, Joanne M. was not only deeply hurt by her husband's infidelities but her ego was damaged as well. Her husband had been a poor lover as far as she was concerned, and she felt humiliated because she was the one who was betrayed. She wanted revenge, to know that she had completely humiliated her husband, a baron, and one of France's wealthiest men. The man was the epitome of civilization.
The case subject turned to animals for sex. In her mind, every time she copulated with an animal she was betraying and humiliating her former husband. And because her husband was so refined and civilized, she chose the wildest and most untamed beast of the forest, the boar. This savage beast fulfilled her sexually because during intercourse, she fantasized an image of her shocked and bewildered husband watching the bestial scene.
CASE HISTORY TWO
Case Subject: Violet R. Age: 16
Marital Status: Single Occupation: Farm worker Place of Birth: Villauban, France Sexual Profile: An exceptionally pretty girl, Violet R. caught the eye of her married employer, who followed her into a secluded area of his orchard and raped the girl. The man was crude and instilled in the young girl a distaste for men and sex with men. Since the man had position and wealth, the police refused to process the charge against him since there were no other witnesses. Taking a job on a farm in another district where no one knew her, the case subject turned to animals for love and tenderness. At first, she acquired them as pets. Later, they became her lovers. The more she copulated with animals, the less she desired men. When finally apprehended in the act of bestiality by her new employer, a kindly man, he insisted on psychiatric treatment.
ANALYST: Do you understand why you want to make love with animals?
VIOLET: Yes. They are tender, and kind. They never hurt me. They only love me.
A: You love and trust them?
V: Oh yes!
A: But you don't love and trust men. V: No!
A: Because of what happened to you?
V: The bad man grabbed me in the orchard.
Then, he forced me to suck his cock and then he fucked my cunt. It was terrible.
A: He hurt you?
V: Yes.
A: And you never had intercourse with a man or boy since you were raped?
V: Never. Not once. They come to me and want to fuck me. I won't let them. A: Do you have desires for normal sexual intercourse?
V: Of course. I'm really quite sexy now. A: Now?
V: Since I started fucking dogs and torn cats, I get hot-cunted all the time. A: How often do you have intercourse with these animals?
V: As often as possible. Every night when I don't have my period.
A: What gave you the idea to have love affairs with animals? V: After the bad man fucked me. A: Yes, I know that's when you turned to animals. But what gave, you the idea they'd make good lovers?
V: Oh, I watched the grande madam fuck the horse.
A: La grande madam? You mean your mistress? The wife of your employer? V: Yes, definitely. I saw her. A: She didn't see you?
V: No. It was quite by accident. At night. But I saw her alone with the steed. He was fucking her.
A: Did this sight appeal to you?
V: Very much. The colt was so huge, so powerful. Yet, he was gentle, too. A: The sight made you sexually excited? V: Yes. I had to play with myself. A: Recount the incident as clearly as possible.
VIOLET: "After the bad man raped me, I didn't think of sex at all except in a bad way. No, I definitely was not sexy during that period of my life. Even after I ran away from the place and took a job in the Legrange vine district where no one knew me, I still could not bear the thought of a male cock and of fucking. In this vineyard, the hired help such as myself, lived in a huge building that resembled a barracks. There was absolutely no privacy and during the grape gathering season, the building was filled up with many other females besides myself.
"Sometimes, in the small hours of the small hours of the morning, my need for privacy became so great, I would slip out of the place and wander alone about the grounds. One night, on such a solitary journey, I wandered towards the barn where the horses were stabled. To my surprise, I detected a weak light despite the hour of the morning. Someone was in the barn, which was quite unusual for that time. Naturally, my girlish curiosity was aroused. I crept over to the window as stealthily as possible and peeked inside the barn. To my utter amazement, I saw the mistress of the house, La Grande Madam in her bathrobe. She was setting down her lamp. Then, she turned to the white-faced colt who whinnied at her as though he was accustomed to such visits and was greeting her. My eyes grew even wider when they noticed the region under the colt's belly. His soft dicky was beginning to grow longer, and much redder. The tone was dropping out of the sheath, and in a twinkle, the meat stiffened up. And all of this happened while the mistress was merely finding a place to set down her lamp. Then, it occurred to even my girlish and inexperienced mind. The animal and La Grande Madam knew each other for quite some time. The mere sight of the woman in a bathrobe made him get a hard on. He had to associate her body with fucking, immediately.
"After the mistress set down her lamp and turned her attention to the colt, I saw the look of tenderness sweep over her face. But there was more. The look of lust was undeniable. This woman intended to fuck the colt, I told myself. And for reasons unknown to myself, I felt immediately envious. I wanted to be the mistress, to hug the four-legged darling and to ultimately feel his long, hard but tender prick bristle past the outer lips of my cunt.
"I strained to catch the words spoken by La Grande Madam as she addressed her lover. 'Did you miss me, sweetheart?'
"The colt neighed and nodded his head as though he understood every word spoken to him.
"'Darling,' the mistress cooed. 'Of course, you did. How wonderful!' And she clamped both arms around his neck and gave him a long, lingering and highly passionate kiss hard on the mouth. The stiff prick of the beast bristled for attention. And the mistress, noticing the way the meat was quivering, dropped to one knee and planted a quick kiss over the shaft and cockhead.
"The colt threw back his head and whinnied as though telling her to hurry on and let him fuck her. But the mistress was in no hurry. Tantalizing the colt was part of the fun, and she intended to play with his huge, adorable nuts first. Also, she wanted the hot-blooded colt to get a good look at her naked body, and to smell all the nooks and crannies where stimuli of a sexual nature existed.
"The madam let her bathrobe fall to the floor, and even I, a young and inexperienced girl had to whistle. The old gal was really built! Despite her age, which had to be in the fifties, she was tall and firm of body with flowing tit flesh, long, juicy looking nipples, a large, indented navel and a big, pouting pussy. To enhance her image of sexuality, the legs of the mistress were long and firm and extremely shapely. Her back curved to a fairly narrow waist which sloped out again and fused into a pair of cream-colored ass cheeks. This flesh wasn't as firm as the rest of her body. Still, it added to her sexiness. The ass cheeks sort of dropped away from each other, leaving a wide trench between them. The brownish valley was easily visible even where I was standing. And to tell the truth, this woman's shit spot looked good and hot. I could understand why a man wouldn't hesitate to shove his tongue up her asshole. It probably felt and tasted and smelled damned good!
"The colt thought so, and I could tell from the wild look in his eyes and from his groaning kind of snorts and from the way his tongue was lolling out, he wanted a taste of her somewhat smelly ass.
"'The ass attracts doesn't it, my love?' the woman laughed in her earthy way. 'Then, you may smell and lap it to your heart's content."
"Turning around, she bent over slightly, and spread the cheeks of her ass even farther apart. She said over her shoulder, 'I purposely didn't wipe my ass sweetheart. Take a mouthful of my shit. Suck it up. Then, wipe my ass with your tongue. Go, darling, go. Give your mommy a good tongue fuck."
"Then, she shoved her ass back and part of the horse's nostrils and face disappeared between the two lovely mounds of ass flesh. Immediately, the fucker horse went to work with his tongue. This fellow loved the taste of the woman's shit. His large eyes grew moist, and his tongue never stopped working up and down. This woman was getting her ass tongue-wiped with a gusto few other females ever experienced. And she was loving every fucking brush of that thick, fleshy tongue up and down the cleavage and even into the brown hole. Yes, this was one equine who had the ability to narrow his tongue up to resemble a spike, and then shove it down the narrow but browned-up orifice of shitty ass.
"'Ahhhhhh,' she sighed. 'So nice. That's it, that's it ... treat my brown bum with that magnificent fucker tongue, darling. Let me have it.' And then, she corrected herself. 'Let me have all of it.' And shoving those delightful buttocks even farther back, the tongue started to really give her the reaming she obviously desired.
"Watching this mature but solidly built woman get bum fucked by a horse did something to me. Inwardly, I, too, wanted that kind of animal attention. Ever since my rape by the bad man, I'd been wondering what sort of turn my sex life was going to take. After the dirty, old fucker man stuck his filthy, smelly dick into my unwilling box, the mere sight of a naked man and his filthy cock made me want to puke. But this act of sex between a woman and a beautifully groomed and charming colt was certainly something entirely different. The colt was so gentle and yet firm. And what man would stick his tongue up a woman's ass and suck with such relish?
"The entire scene not only tantalized my own genitals but made the rim of my rectum twitch excitedly, too. I had no alternative but to try and pacify my rapidly growing desire to get animal fucked. Pulling up my skirt and fortunately, there were no underpants to be concerned about, I was able to stick one long and bony forefinger deep into my asshole. Then, bending over slightly and assuming the same stance as the mistress, I visualized a colt's tongue or prick barging in and out of my slightly smelly brown spot. Rapidly, the tissues of my cunt juiced up from the feel of my asshole fucking finger and from the images that were floating so excitingly about in my mind. The images of a colt fucking my asshole and then my cunt.
"In the barn, the scene between Le Grande Madam and the lover colt was beginning to heat up, considerably. The mistress reached in back of her, took a firm hold of the tongue as though it was so much ass wipe paper, and smeared it up and down the cleavage. Only, she really pressed it deep into her flesh. Then, with the tongue still firmly clasped in one hand, she turned around and proceeded to stroke it up and down the hairy cunt area.
"The colt almost went berserk. Foamy drool gobbed out of both his mouth and nostrils. The walls of the already big cock bunched out even further. The broad smile on the mouth of the madam was both cruel and self-indulgent. She was getting turned on by her cunt teasing ways. Certainly, she'd be ripe for prick when she decided the time was ripe to be hosed. Squatting a bit, she really wiped and wiped.
Every now and then, she'd pull the tongue under her legs and let the tip hit her asshole again.
"This new bit of action fired me up, too. Removing the smelly finger from my asshole, I dropped it over my pussy and proceeded to give myself a finger job. And for the first time in my life, I discovered that my body was built with a clitoris. The scene of animal lust had so excited and heated up my sexual tissues that my still developing female prick stuck out for the first time in my life. And so, when I reached down to finger stick myself, my thumb brushed accidentally to this newly developed fuck stick on my own body. Quickly I experimented with teasing this kind of meat, and I found that by brushing it back and forth with my thumb I could pour calories of new heat into the flesh of my body.
"Inside the barn, the mistress had taken her lover colt's tongue, stiffened it up again like a sausage and shoved it up her cunt. Quickly, the entire frontal area of her body was blanketed with foamy, sticky stuff that kept pouring through the jaws of the beast. The liquid must have been a cunt burner because Madam Lagrande's eyes swam back in her sockets, and her face took on the appearance of a woman getting screwed to death.
"Her breath tumbled through her lips. 'Fuckle me,' she gasped, unable to speak correctly. 'F ... f ... fuckle my cunt."
"Clearly, the steed was an old hand at tongue-fucking a woman's open cuntal slit. Twisting his head from side to side, he was able to penetrate the innermost recesses of the large woman's hole. And what made it more exciting for me to watch was the way he was able to stick-fuck the teat, pull the tongue meat out, lap the entire hairy part and then stiffen it up again and drive it back into the fuck funnel.
"The colt had class, experience and a lot of expertise when it came to treating female pussy with a tongue. And every time he made a new pass over the hairy hole with his tongue, the animal's bone grew a bit stiffer. I was almost afraid the meat was growing so brittle it was going to break off. The time was fast approaching for the mistress to stop this preliminary fooling around and let him stick her with his by now gigantic cock.
"But something happened. A noise from the farm house frightened her. Did her impotent husband awake? And was he walking out towards the barn? It would have been disastrous for her to be caught fucking the colt. Her husband would kick her out without so much as a sous, and she would be penniless. That very thought tightened her cuntal muscles, and she dropped the horse's tongue, and quickly gathered up her bathrobe.
"She spoke directly to the boned up animal as though he could understand. 'Darling,' she sobbed. 'I'm so very sorry. Pardones-moist, cheri. But I cannot let you fuck me tonight precious cock, of my heart. My husband might discover us together, and that must never happen."
"The animal looked agitated, wild-eyed as though he was pleading with her to stay long enough to consummate the fuck. He pawed at the floor and bucked his ass end back and forth as though screwing an imaginary lover.
"The woman really did look apologetic. 'Please forgive,' she whimpered. 'I know you must have the fuck. Next time,' she promised. 'I'll make up for it next time. You'll be able to fuck me all day and all night. You'll see, my dear cock. Your sweetheart will make it up to you."
"Then, she turned and hurried out of the barn. Of course, she took the lamp with her and so the place was plunged into darkness.
There was no light at all except for the pale light of the moon which squeezed through the small window.
"There was nothing for me to do now, I decided but to return to my room in the barracks. Then, another thought struck me. Why not enter the barn and fuck the colt in place of the mistress? The poor animal was starving for a piece of ass. Of course, there was always the danger of the mistress returning. But that no longer frightened me. She'd never complain lest I blow the whistle on her.
"Stealthily, I opened up the door, and crept inside the barn. Instantly, I heard the beast whinny, for apparently he thought his mistress was returning. But animals I knew were clever about detecting odors. And my cunt smelled differently from that of my much older Madam Lagrange. If he sniffed out the difference would he accept me as a fuck?
"But I was too hot for the colt's cock to grow discouraged and turn back. Once he got a whiff of my powerfully charged cunt, he'd respond to me too. At least, that's what I told myself. I walked slowly over to the panting and smelly animal. I could hear the drool from his mouth puddle over the floor.
"Softly, I whispered, 'Easy sweetheart. Easy cheri. I'll fuck you. Don't worry pet. You'll get your beautiful, big balls off inside of my oh so willing pussy."
"And to make certain, he got the message, I lifted up my skirt, and shoved my bared cunt into his rather startled mouth and nostrils. Taking deep whiffs, he tested the odors of my hole and also started to lap it with his mouth. When he got through, he'd either accept me, or he'd reject me. Animals were quite discriminating and probably more so than most men. They won't fuck just any old cunt. The smell and taste must appeal to them. And so, despite the still stiffened condition of the bone, there was a chance my particular box wouldn't evoke the proper lustful responses from his colt-cock.
"My worst fears were realized. Either I didn't appeal to him, or the beast was determined to remain loyal to his mistress. Of course, he allowed himself a few, experimental licks of my cunt. His tongue fired me up to such an extent I almost creamed myself on the spot. But the steed was merely sampling a few juices and still didn't show any hotter response in my direction.
"'Fuck me, cheri,' I whispered into his ear. 'Don't you comprehend? I want to feel that long, hot and hard horse cock whistling through the lips of my pussy.' And in the hope that he really did understand, I promised, 'I'll give you a better fuck than that old mistress of yours. She's a hag compared to me. My box is young, alive and willing. Oh, my darling, beautiful prick-colt, please throw it into me!'
"And to emphasize my desires, I threw both arms around his neck and planted a long and loving kiss on his wet mouth.
"The animal did respond to my affectionate embrace by giving me more tongue over the face. But by now, his cock had softened, and it didn't appear the meat was going to elongate again. The hard lust that had glazed his eyes when he was with his mistress had been replaced by a soft, tender one. And I finally understood. This animal had been trained by La grande madam to respond to a mature woman's cunt and embrace. I was much too young for him. He responded to my affectionate embrace in a brotherly fashion. But he somehow couldn't associate me with a good, hard piece of ass. I had to convince him otherwise.
"'I want to fuck you,' I almost shouted at him again. My plan was to make him associate certain inflections in my voice with lust. And immediately after shouting at him in this manher, I dropped to my knees, and rolled under his belly towards the hindquarters. Reaching up in the darkness, my hands found his pecker meat which now had the consistency of an empty glove. In fact, this lifeless, soft cock reminded me of the tits on a cow. Somehow, I would have to stiffen up the tissues and make them respond stiffly to the delights of my cunt.
"During my earlier, unfortunate experience with the man who had raped me, I remembered that when he forced me to go down on him, his prick stiffened up as though by magic. Would a four-legged equine react like a man in this respect?
"There was only one way to find out. Clutching at the glove-like, pissed-out cock, I shoved all of the meat into my mouth, and started to suck as though determined to gobble it down my throat. And to make certain I got my message across, I took hold of both his enormous balls and proceeded to massage them.
"At first nothing happened at all. For a while, I thought I was chewing a boneless, lifeless piece of hard rubber. My teeth sank into the skin, made indentations but made no change in the tissue meat. They neither grew any softer nor any harder. Even when I threw my tongue along the slope of the shaft, nothing happened.
"But after a while, a change did happen. And that initial change had nothing to do with the stubborn colt. The change I am describing occurred m the region of my chasming cunt. The lips were growing wider apart, and a pungent odor wafted through the crevice and into the still, night air. The colt trembled, and sniffed.
"I was too immature at the time to realize he was responding to the fragrance of my heating cunt. And that response started to make many changes in him. The skin over his flanks spasmed, his eyes grew so round and shining, they reflected the moonlight filtering into the barn through the narrow window. Saliva, foamy and hot started to spill out of his mouth, and finally his cock got the message. The empty glove of skin began to fill out.
"'Yes, darling cheri,' I cooed, happily when I realized his prick was growing rigid. 'Make it big and hard for your sweetheart. Go, horse, go!'
"Whether my passionate exhortations had any effect on him, I'm not at all certain. But there couldn't be a doubt that he was paying full and lustful attention to the smells of my hot crack, and from the touch of my horny hands. Of course, the biggest stiffening factor had to be my mouth which never stopped working over the thickening dick.
"When the colt's fuck stick was soft, I had no trouble stuffing the meat into my mouth. But now that it was hardening, there was an immediate danger of choking on all that prick. In fact, I found myself under immediate danger of strangulation if I didn't immediately disgorge the lengthening pole. Once the cockhead telescoped down into my gullet, I would not be able to easily disgorge it. In fact, once the shaft began to move, it descended with such speed, I found myself almost overwhelmed.
"Acting swiftly, I grabbed hold of the shaft with both hands, and yanked it upward until the thing was dislodged past my lips. Yet, I was not out of all danger. Now that the animal's lust instincts had been aroused by a young girl, he was determined to fuck me. But in the mouth!
"'No,' I called up. 'Not in the mouth. The cunt. Fuck me in the right hole between my legs."
"He didn't understand, or want to pay any attention to my pleadings. All his blind, animalistic instincts told him to throw his cock back and forward into a female hole. The fact that the hole was a mouth made no difference to him. That was as good a medium as any to get his nuts off. But it could be fatal to me. Cockhead and shaft must have measured over two feet. And that much solid bone thrust wildly into my gorge would definitely strangle and choke off the life forces from my body.
"For reply, the colt thrashed back and forth, pounding and pumping his cock up and down. The prick-tip bounced off my chin, head and eyes. Throwing myself flat on the ground I rolled out from under the belly, and climbed to my feet.
"The colt was still bucking back and forth. The problem was obvious. Somehow, I'd have to get my cunt in the way of that thrashing prick. But I was so completely green at this practice of bestiality, I didn't know how to go about lining up cock with cunt. If I had been fortunate enough to gain experience by watching my mistress fuck the colt, I'd have copied her style. But since she'd been frightened away before the act of bestiality had been properly consummated, I was at a complete loss. Still, I wasn't going to be frightened away by the wild-eyed beast or by my own ignorance. I was going to get fucked by a colt!
"Yet, I couldn't ignore certain, salient facts. I was a young teen-age girl. My cunt hadn't developed to a mature state. The slit that ran up between my legs was pencil thin. A young boy would have trouble penetrating that crack. In fact, the dirty, old farmer who had raped me hurt me by forcing his prick into the hole. And the old man wasn't endowed with anything particularly special in the penis size department. And this colt's prick was built for a cavern-sized cunt. I knew my mistress, Madame Lagrande was hung with a huge slot since I had once watched her take a piss. And too, the cunt cavern on the older woman had been stretched by her many fuckings with the powerful animal. She could easily accommodate the colt. I couldn't.
"Then, what to do? I wasn't about to let the banging beast rip my cunt into shreds. And yet, I needed to get hosed. I craved prick so desperately, I knew I'd get sick if I didn't feel the beautiful bone inside my body. And that's when the solution more or less offered itself to me like a budding flower. I would get the feel of horse cock inside my body!
"Turning around, I positioned myself on my hands and knees and stuck my ass up into the air as high as possible. I'd never permit him to stick it up my twat. But fortunately, nature had provided me with another hole more suitable for such a king-sized prick. My asshole. Yes, I had always been endowed with a large-sized orifice in that particular area. My rectal passage had always been overly large and on many occasions had given me quite a bit of grief. But now, I'd put that handicap into use and make an asset out of such a large-sized asshole. Even if my rectum wasn't invested with as many sensitive nerve endings as my pussy, there'd still be enough feeling in that tube to heat up my body and hopefully trigger off an orgasm. And, at least, I'd get to feel the long lunger stuff itself inside my body.
"Once I positioned myself on my knees and elbows and stuck my ass high up into the air, I spread the cheeks as far apart as possible. The fist-sized cockhead came whistling through the air and bounced off one side of my sloping buttocks. Peppering his cock back and forth like a rain of pellets, the pricktip beat out a staccato of frenzied movements which came closer and closer to penetrating my cunt. He was aiming for the wrong hole as far as I was concerned.
"'My asshole,' I sang out over my shoulder. 'Fuck me in the asshole."
"Of course, the beast didn't understand. He just kept up his peppering prick which struck closer and closer to my cunt box. My heart kept pounding louder and louder. The thought of that huge stick exploding into my narrowwalled cunt made me shudder. There was still time for me to extricate myself from the act. But I wasn't going to be so easily defeated. The horse was going to fuck me my way. In the asshole. There was no alternative but to take charge of the situation despite the greenness of my years and experience.
"'My asshole,' I cried out again and reached back to take a firm grasp of the penile plunger. The horse stiffened, whinnied and tried to jerk back. But I was equally determined that I was going to take complete charge of this, my first horse fuck. Dipping down at an even more severe angle, I permitted my body to raise up higher and thus gave him easier access to my brown hole. Still clutching the throbbing prick meat in my fist, I guided it roughly towards the hole in the ass. This rectal cavity was much larger than my pussy hole.
"The colt was equally determined to plunge the prick into my cunt. After all, that's where he was used to servicing the box of Madam Lagrande. It was up to me to retrain him along different lines. The cockhead got past the cheeks of my ass and almost made contact with the bunghole when he reared back and I lost my hold on the pole.
"With a series of snorting whinnies, the beast tried to tell me he had no intention of sticking my bum full of cock. The battle of wills continued.
"'You are going to fuck my asshole,' I angrily told him. 'Now, goddammit, hold still and do as you are told."
"But the dumb beast had no intention of holding still and obeying my will. Cunt was all he knew. That's where the soft, hot and humid meat was located. And that's the sort of meat he wanted to fuck. I really couldn't blame him. But at least, he could try servicing my asshole. The walls of my rectum are on the soft side and can get quite heated up under the right circumstances. And there's no reason, a normal male prick can't explode in that particular rear end tunnel. There's plenty of friction and the length of my rectal tube can easily accommodate a huge tool.
"Rolling over on my side to give me more room to work with, I used both hands in grabbing hold of the screw stick. The colt brayed out in pain and anguish. The sounds that rolled out of his throat were heartbreaking. But I would not be deterred from my task.
"'Piss on you,' I hissed at him. 'You're going to fuck me as I want to be fucked!'
"Still holding onto the stick, I again positioned myself on my knees and elbows. Again I had to work with only one hand on the penis. But this time I had no intention of letting it slip free. Guiding the cockhead into the cleavage of my ass, I spread apart and I could feel the rectal muscles expand, too.
"The feel of my inner ass flesh transformed this horse, immediately. The warmth of the rectal tissues ate into the skin of his shaft and tantalized his own nerves which were connected with his genitals. At first, he made one instinctive move to pull out the long prick. But this movement was only reflex action. And instantly, he dropped the cock back into my ass end hole. Anal intercourse was no longer quite so undesirable to him.
"'That's it,' I breathed, excitedly. 'Throw it in there. All the way in. Go, colt, go. Fuck my ass. Do it now!"
"The four-legged pounder seemed to understand. At any rate, he no longer hesitated to throw me the kind of anal fuck I could endure. It wasn't a matter of preference. Certainly I would have preferred to feel the fuck stick plunging in and out of my proper receptacle. But since I couldn't stand to be fucked in the cunt, I was getting the second best thing. And reaching all the way back, I managed to grab hold of the two, large balls and squeeze them in an effort to convey my deepest appreciation for getting rammed in the rectum.
"After the first couple of thrusts deep inside my brown hole, all doubts about the act were swept away and the colt settled down to pumping until he blew his nuts. The fit was a tight one but there was no pain associated with this sort of fuck. I could easily accommodate every inch of the long lever, and I must confess, it certainly felt good.
"'Go fucker-horse, go,' I screeched at the top of my lungs. And I tried to buck my ass back in unison with the thrusting peter. The nerve endings in that particular rear-end channel livened up, sent erotic messages to my brain and body. The next thing I knew, my still growing clitoris erected and hung down between my legs.
"Since I no longer had to reach back and guide the pumping prick, my hands were free to grab hold of my own cock and work it back and forth with every bit of energy I possessed.
Erotic messages sizzled out of my crack and raced through my body along with my heated blood.
"My head rolled around as though my neck was broken. 'Can't,' I burbled senselessly. 'Can't take much more of this kind of fucking."
"The colt paid no attention. As his sizzling screw stick heaved back and forth at a faster and faster pace, he approached a crisis of his own making. He, too, was going to blow out his load. The walls of my stuffed vagina fluttered as secretions already began to squeeze out the opening, and trickle down my thighs and legs.
"'Horse fuck,' I babbled away. 'Horse fuck me good. Horse fuck me hard.' I couldn't make any sense at all. All I knew was the needs of my cunt. And those needs were getting fulfilled. In another few seconds, I was going to crack my twat and there couldn't be any doubt about that fact.
"'Flowing,' I screeched again. I meant that the juices deep within my trench were already starting to flow out from their hidden place. 'Cunt's flowing ... , flow ... eeeeng,' my voice rose high-pitched and shaky. 'B ... b ... blow ... eeeeeeng ... '
"The colt must have understood because he increased the tempo of his own fuck. He really pounded the hell out of my ass. He banged and huffed and snorted as he pumped up and down at his frenetic rate. Then, his nuts broke. Cream and gobs of the stuff hurtled through the horse cock and jammed into my rear end hole. The stuff soon filled up the tunnel and spilled out over the curve of my ass.
"Mingling with my own cuntal secretions, the sex stuff almost burned into my skin. But the sensation was ecstatic. I knew I had been fucked. And I wasn't hurt. After the horse stopped rearing back and forth, I reached back and pushed the rubbering dick out of the bung place and rolled over. My gism-spattered ass bounced onto the straw-covered floor. Despite the darkness of the barn, I knew my face was flushed and glowing with happiness. Getting animal fucked was the greatest, I decided. And my next goal was to find one that could accommodate my smallish-sized pussy hole...."
ANALYST: And did you?
VIOLET: In time. It wasn't easy.
A: You were looking for an animal built small enough for you?
V: That's right.
A: And you had a hard time finding one. V: Yes.
A: Are you certain that was the only reason a good deal of time elapsed after you had the anal experience with the colt? V: What do you mean?
A: Weren't you having second doubts about the desirability of continuing to have sex affairs with animals? V: Absolutely not.
A: Are you certain you didn't want to establish a sexual relationship with a nice boy? A boy who could be husband material? V: Never! I have no intentions of getting married to a filthy man.
A: You can't get that rape scene out of your mind.
V: I'll always remember that disgusting experience. All men are vile pigs. A: Why did you wait a long time until you had intercourse with an animal again? V: The opportunity simply didn't present itself. And that's the truth. A: And when the first opportunity presented itself, did you immediately indulge in bestial conduct?
V: Not right away.
A: Then, you did have certain qualms about animal intercourse at this stage? V: I confess that I probably did. A: Why?
V: I'm not certain. The size of my vagina probably had something to do with it.
A: But you eventually overcame your fears and resistance, and found an animal to your liking?
V: It wasn't a question exactly of overcoming my fears. I don't think you ever do when an animal is concerned. But I had to be fucked, and I wasn't going to let a man near me. A: What happened?
VIOLET: "After the colt fucked me in the asshole, I thought I had found a steady source of action. As things developed, I was quite wrong. My mistress who had been fucking the beast for quite some time returned the following night and resumed getting pricked by her four-legged lover. Every night, I'd creep down to the barn and peek through the window. Madam Lagrande was with the animal. Later, I found out that she took to putting sleeping potions in her husband's hot tea. He slept an uninterrupted sleep, and his wife was free to get up, go down to barn and get her cunt treated without fear of discovery.
"That, of course, put a damper on my own sex life. The anal job had really satisfied me. Now, there was no chance of getting to the colt again. The mistress was really quite jealous of the colt, and there wasn't a doubt in my mind that she had fallen madly in love with the animal. And the lack of sex life began to make me quite ill. One day I passed out in the fields and was taken back to the big house where Madam Lagrande lived with her husband.
"When I recovered, the woman was sitting alongside my bed. 'What's wrong with you?' she asked a bit peeved. They needed all the help possible out in the fields as this was the grape picking season. 'We took your temperature,' she informed me, 'and it is normal. What's the matter?'
"Gathering up my courage, I took a chance. The worst thing that could happen was getting fired. And the way I felt, I no longer cared.
"'I have to get fucked,' I told her. 'I haven't felt a prick in me for weeks. I can't go on."
"This bluntness startled her for a moment. Then, I could tell she was pleased. My frankness appealed to her and she was glad to meet another female who loved fuckstering.
"She smiled and patted my hand. 'There are many boys and men in my acquaintance who would adore the young pussy of a girl as pretty as you.' She winked, meaningfully. 'Have no fear, my dear. Madam Lagrande will get you fucked and properly.' She added with a certain squeeze of her hand. 'Even my husband could be prevailed upon to satisfy the longings of your hot, little cunt."
"I shook my head, violently. 'No, no, no,' I repeated myself with such emphasis that she looked alarmed.
"'You don't like men?' she asked, surprised.
"'Hate them,' I admitted. Then, I described the scene of my rape.
"The madam nodded with understanding. 'Of course,' she said. 'Men are swine. I personally, can't stand my husband to come near me.' Then, she looked down at me with her probing but pretty eyes. 'Do you like women? A hot female tongue up the twat?' She smiled, wisely, 'That too can be arranged."
"Again, I shook my head. 'No. I mean, I'd try getting fucked by an older woman. But that's not really what I want."
"The woman was looking at me curiously, now. 'What precisely do you have in mind?' she asked a bit apprehensively. Was I a pervert? she kept thinking.
"'Animals,' I replied, bluntly. 'A soft, tender animal to lick my cunt and then give me a good cocking."
"The madam blushed. She was wondering whether or not I knew her secret with the colt. I decided to confess all.
"'I saw you with the colt,' I said. 'Many times. Every night in fact. You love that animal prick don't you?'
"Now her face turned white as snow. 'No one must know,' she whispered. Her eyes grew agitated. 'It would be the ruin of me. My husband would never tolerate me. I am continually finding excuses not to fuck him.' Tears moistened her eyes. 'If he knew I preferred a colt to his prick, he would kill me, and that's a fact!'
"Quickly, I reassured her. 'No one will know your secret,' I said. 'But what must I do to get relief for my cunt?'
"She continued to wring her hands. 'You put me in an awkward position,' she confessed. 'I simply can't let you fuck Jojo, my colt. I love him too much to share him with another woman. Besides,' she added, 'he's used to my cunt and completely loyal to me."
"I calmed her fears. 'Your colt is built too big for my cunt, madam. He'll never do. I need an animal who is small, tender, loving and with a prick small enough for my almost virginal cunt."
"The woman thought a while. 'Perhaps,' she said. 'Just perhaps, I might have the answer.' She claimed that her girl friend, another wealthy woman had a trained stud poodle dog with a prick that was always prepared to service a girl's cunt.
"'A dog?' I echoed. And then I realized, too, that such an animal could very well be the solution to my problem. 'Are they built big?'
"The fiftyish-aged woman shook her head. 'Perhaps as large as a man's prick. But then,' she added, 'your cunt, virginal as it is, will accept man-sized cock."
"I was silent a moment. I couldn't help but remember the disgraceful and dirty old man who had raped me. His penis was not particularly large, and yet he inflicted me with much pain. The forced entry ripped the tissues inside the pussy hole, and the rest of the fuck was agonizing.
"Madam Lagrande understood my concern. 'But that was a forced entry,' she reminded me. 'The poodle is a lover, and you'll want him to fuck you. And besides, before he sticks it in the cunt, he's been trained to give the female a good licking. He'll soften up that delightful cunny you have between your legs."
"The thought of the precious beast licking my hot box began to make me feel horny. 'When can I have him?' I asked.
"The woman winked in the direction of my genitals. 'You would like a doggy fuck right now, eh?'
"'Yes,' I replied quite bluntly and honestly. 'I would. I'm burning up. And while we're being honest, I must make a confession about your colt Jojo."
"The woman paled. 'Did he fuck you? Was he disloyal to me?' The thought seemed to perturb her.
"'In a way,' I replied. And I described the anal fuck that the colt threw up my asshole.
"Madam Lagrande looked relieved. 'That end doesn't bother me. But I would be highly disturbed if he screwed another woman's cunt. After all, I'm not unfaithful with another man. Not even my husband,' she felt compelled to admit.
"I had to satisfy my curiosity. 'Do you feel as though you were married to the colt?' I blushed scarlet when I asked the question but it was necessary to voice my thoughts aloud.
After all, I was about to embark on a career of animal fucking and had to know if the female felt a sort of permanent attachment to the beast.
"Without hesitation, the woman replied, 'Yes,' and elaborated. 'The colt is my husband. I am his wife. After all, he services my cunt while my poor, pathetic human husband does not. Even when my old fool of a husband was fucking my ass off when we were first married, he never really satisfied me."
"'And Jojo ... the colt ... does he satisfy you completely?' I asked.
"'Completely,' she replied. 'That animal owns me body and soul. He's the very best fuck I've ever had.' She admitted, 'And I fucked quite a few when I was single."
"The fifty-year-old woman's admission both excited and disturbed me. 'I do want animal cock,' I said. 'A man doesn't interest me at all after what happened. Yet,' I had to add, 'I don't want to feel married to a four-legged beast."
"The woman said, unsmilingly, 'You can't have your cake and eat it, too. The chances exist that you might become attached to an animal. So attached, you'll regard him as your betrothed. Later, you'll marry him.' Impatiently now, she asked, 'Do you want to fuck the poodle of my friend or not?'
"'Yes,' I said. 'Inspite of the dangers of becoming emotionally involved with a beast, I do want to feel his prick plunge arrogantly down my cuntal hole.' I nodded emphatically. 'Yes, I'll take the chance. Fix up a date with the poodle."
"The woman who owned the dog lived in a nearby farm. She, too, was middle-aged, quite handsome and was married to a much older but impotent husband. Unwilling to lose her security, the woman accepted the poodle as her lover. At first, I thought she'd voice an objection about allowing her beloved dog to pierce the cunt of another female, and especially a younger, prettier one. Fortunately, this was not the case. This woman Madam Fifi was turned on by visuals. The chance of watching the animal screw another girl and a younger one turned her on.
"'By all means, you may have a fucky with my darling poodle dog Bijou. He adores young girls. Last week, he screwed the daughter of my cock. He's been hungry for a young cunt ever since."
"I blushed. 'That is most generous of you, madam,' I murmured.
"'Generous?' she echoed with a snort. 'Horseshit. I'm thinking of myself.' She explained. 'After he pumps out the cunt of a young girl, he always pokes it in my pussy with more enthusiasm. In short, I'm always assured of a better blow-off after he's pumped out the cunny of a girl with such tender years."
"My own mistress, Madam Lagrande was another female who got excited by visual stimuli. Watching the dog take charge of my naked body was going to get her tremendously excited. In fact, she began to prepare for the scene by lifting up her skirt and tugging down her girdle. The restrained flesh flowed out of the garment and a huge splash of cuntal hair swam into view. The size of the pussy lips. Then, I remembered that this woman was used to getting drilled out by that enormous monster of a colt's cock. Naturally, her love hole had widened abnormally from all that horse pounding. But the entire area between her legs was an exciting one to watch.
"My mistress explained. 'Watching you get fucked by the dog is going to fire up my fuck hole. I'll jack off. Of course that won't entirely satisfy me. But it will whet my appetite for my beautiful colt Jojo. Tonight, he'll prick me good. Now, go to it dear,' she urged.
"Madam Fifi smiled at the sight of her exposed friend. 'You have me get on the horny side, too,' she said as she ogled the hot cunt of Madam Lagrande. 'Then, jack off, too,' she said. 'While the young one gets a load of dog cock, both of us can masturbate. The entire thought of a three-way blow-off session excited the very hell out of me."
"Madam Fifi laughed, throatily. She, too, was an earthy woman. But she had a different idea. 'No cherie,' she replied to her friend. 'A jack-off with my fingers will not suffice the fiery fuck funnel of Madam Fifi. I want to get in the dog act, too."
"I looked disappointed. 'But you have already promised he'd fuck me."
"'And he will,' she assured me. 'However my darling, little Bijou is a versatile one.' She explained. 'While the doggy cock is taking charge of your cunt, his tongue will be bossing my pussy.' Despite her sophistication, she looked a bit embarrassed when she confessed. 'Cunt lapping will make me climax quicker than a hard prick. That's the main reason I enjoy doggy love. They know how to use a tongue."
"I thought it over for a moment. Then, I decided to go along with the suggestion. After all, Madam Fifi owned the animal. I was her guest. It was up to her to call the shots.
"'Could be fun,' I said.
"'Oh please try it,' Madam Lagrande pleaded. She, too, was a woman greatly influenced by visuals. 'Just love to watch others screw and fuck. And especially when they're dicking an animal. Please...."
"'All right,' I nodded my consent. 'But I insist on getting fucked."
"Madam Fifi applauded my bluntness. 'Of course, dear. You will get the full cock treatment. All I crave is tongue, and plenty of it.' She explained rather proudly. 'Bijou is an expert when it comes to wielding an educated tongue."
"In a very short period of time, the owner of the poodle and myself were completely naked. Madam Lagrande merely removed everything below her waist and sat in a semisquatting position on the sofa. Rubbing the cuntal lips in an extremely tantalizing manner, she waited for us to commence before she started to jack off in earnest.
"After I had disrobed, Madam Fifi gave my nude body the once over and whistle lightly. 'Nice,' she said. 'You're really built. And that young cunny hole looks adorable.' She hinted that she'd like to tongue it but I pretended I didn't hear.
"'I came to get dog-fucked,' I told her.
"Still looking at my cunt in an appraising way, the woman nodded. 'Bien. I am ready, too."
"The poodle Bijou was a handsome looking animal. Gray-haired or rather on the silvery side with strong forelegs and a powerfully built rear end. His prick was already in a state of excitation and I couldn't tell whether that was caused by the sight of our naked bodies, or the smells which were beginning to flow strongly up from both of our aroused cunts.
"Madam Fifi directed the entire scene since she knew how to make the dog obey, and also she was experienced in the ways of a threeway fuck where a canine was involved. Fortunately, there were enough wall mirrors for me to watch every angle of the arrangement which was completely foreign to my experience.
"Ordering me to position myself on my knees and elbows in the traditional doggy style fucking position, Madam Fifi then straddled my back but facing my rear end. The poodle then mounted my buttocks and started to pepper the cheeks of my butt with his prick. After a few excited, experimental thrusts, the dog's cock dropped into the slot of my cunt. It felt as though a bolt of lightening struck me.
"'What hit me?' I cried out. For a startled moment, I was going to reach back and push the animal off my ass. This was my first experience with dog cock, and so far he had displayed little finesse. He was a brutal rammer. But after the first few thrusts of the rod, I settled down and began to enjoy the experience. The tight hole loosened up, and I relaxed.
"Madam Lagrande called out. 'Feel better now, cherie?' She was a bit concerned but still she remained excited enough to start plunging a stiffened finger in and out of her wet womb.
"'Yessss,' I replied for I was feeling better with each pounding thrust.
"From a wall mirror, I noticed that Madam Fifi was feeling no pain, either. Straddling my back, she was able to shove her already leaking cunt into the face of the trained cunt lapping animal. The instant the hairy lips made contact with his mouth, his tongue shot out as though he was a frog spearing a fly. The tip of that tongue penetrated the cuntal lips and drove itself into the tunnel. Madam Fifi's eyes swam with ecstasy.
"'Yesss cherie amour,' she spat to her lapper. 'Give me tongue up the hole. Up the cunt. Deeper, deeper. Way down the cunt. Way down there."
"The sight of the cunt lapper, cunt fucking animal fired up Madam Lagrande to such an extent her fingers flew in and out of her hole so rapidly I couldn't keep track of them with the naked eye. Erotic lust etched deep lines in her otherwise smooth face.
"'Fuck her,' she called out as she watched the pole pump in and out of my hole. And then, turning her attention to the animal's tongue. 'Lick her. Lick-fuck that cunt,' she crowed out in a throaty, obscene voice.
"In no time at all, it seemed, the fires of lust burned my genitals to the point of an explosive climax.
"'Can't wait,' I warned the others. 'Going to...." I was unable to complete the sentence.
"Madam Fifi tried to reply but words refused to tumble through her throat. All that came out were unintelligible sounds as the licking tongue burned into her cunt. She did nod her head violently to let us know that she, too, was going to orgasm.
"As for Madam Lagrande, the visuals and her erotic fingers made her the first to experience a blow-out.
"After the three-way climax, I realized that I was hooked on animal cock. Despite Bijou's initial haste in pumping my cunt, he was a gentle lover and a considerate one. The other two women assured me that all animals were gentle, considerate lovers. From that moment on, I knew that I would never want a man again ... "
ANALYSIS OF CASE HISTORY TWO
Raped as a young girl, Violet R. associated all men with violence and brutality. Withdrawing from the company of the opposite sex, she grew more alienated from them as time passed. Yet, she was normal sexually and craved relief. Her thoughts turned to animals when quite by accident she watched a display of bestiality between a colt and the wife of her employer. At first, she was dismayed by such a sight but then tried it and found the experience to her liking.
Encouraged to further experiment with bestiality by two older women, she reached a point where she firmly believed animals were affectionate and gentle lovers. She openly preferred them to men.
The young age of the girl means that she could possibly respond to treatment. However, unless she meets and responds emotionally to a boy her own age, she will continue to prefer animals as she ages.
CASE HISTORY THREE
Case Subject: Babette G. Age: 52
Marital Status: Widow Occupation: Business executive Place of Birth: Paris, France Sexual Profile: A long and successful marriage to an older man was terminated on his death. The man was a powerful and strong-willed executive of a large public corporation. Babette G. a strong woman herself admired and needed a stronger man. When the board of directors of one of France's largest industries voted her a seat on the board, she found herself one of her country's wealthiest and most influential women. While this position satisfied her ego and need to be recognized, it also played havoc with her love life. She was unable to find a man whom she could respect and admire. Many men did flock around her but they were weak. In her position, she required another man with the strength and wealth of her former husband. In her wealthy widowhood, she attracted many parasites, men who wanted to use her in order to further their own ambitions. In fact, it became dangerous for her to even date lest a man try to use his connection to learn vital secrets affecting her company.
At age fifty-two, Babette G. remained a handsome, well-figured woman with a healthy sex appetite. And accustomed to plenty of sexual attention from her former husband, she suffered a great deal. At first, she tried masturbation with unsatisfactory results. Then a maid advised her to try animals. At first, she rejected the idea as perverse and abnormal. Finally, unable to live any longer without sexual attention, she started to experiment with bestial practices.
ANALYST: Did you ever associate animals with sex during your younger years?
BABETTE: Never. I was happily married. My husband fucked me often and well. A: When did your thoughts turn to animals for sex?
B: I had been a widow for over a year. In that time I had no sexual intercourse at all. I was beginning to wonder whether I'd ever get pricked again.
A: Why didn't you find yourself a man? B: I don't think there is such a thing as a man. All I meet are little sissies looking for a woman to help them, or to lean on. And of course, Paris is filled with more goddamned fags than any other large, metropolitan center. A: You didn't think a man could satisfy you? B: Yes. But also because of my position, I had to be very careful. Many men try to find out secrets of my company. Naturally, they'd like to get them through my cunt. I won't let them! A: You are also suspicious of the motives of many men. B: Very suspicious. A: Have you tried masturbation? B: I've jacked my cunt until I almost wore out my fingers. A: Did it satisfy you?
B: Of course not. I've got to have the feel of a live, warm prick. I was never good at fantasizing erotic scenes. And a good imagination is vital to a masturbating woman. A: And so, you turned to animals. B: Yes, that's true. After I exhausted every other avenue that would afford me some respite from the demands of my hungry cunt. A: How did you get involved with animals? It's not that easy in Paris. There are laws against bestiality.
B: I'm aware of all that. And it wasn't easy. In fact, I would have discarded the entire notion if my personal maid didn't encourage me. In fact, she made all the arrangements. A: She had contacts?
B: Yes. Her boy friend knew all about such matters. He could have been a pimp for all I know. But I let her go ahead and find something for me to fuck. I was desperate by that time.
A: She found a trained dog? B: No. Not at all. I am not a natural animal fucker. I simply had to have something that resembled the human body to a certain extent. A: A simian?
B: Yes. A monkey to be precise. It's remarkable how closely their cocks resemble those on men. And to a certain extent, they fuck like men.
A: And you were satisfied?
B: Once I got over my initial fears. At first, however, I went through the tortures of the damned.
A: How did you overcome your fears of sexual contact with a partially wild beast?
BABETTE: "To help me overcome my initial fears my maid managed to obtain from her boy friend certain movies of an erotic nature which depicted in quite precise detail the copulation between an animal and a woman. The animal in question was a simian. The woman in the movie was about my age, and the picture was selected I suppose to put me at ease. At any rate, I found it easy to identify with the middle-aged animal fucker. She was quite attractive, handsome-faced and seemed to be well bred. Not a cheap looking whore type that so many of those movies feature. The woman's hair was silverish, beautifully coiffured and her nails were exquisitely finished. No doubt, she was a woman of class and distinction. I was later informed that she didn't even know she was being photographed. That made it all the more exciting.
"The movie opened up in the woman's bedroom. A servant brought in the trained monkey apparently for her to pet. He was all dressed up in a suit of clothes, and looked like a hairy, little dwarf man. The woman was fully dressed, and she took the monkey's leash and issued instructions that she didn't want to be disturbed for a while. The servant bowed and departed leaving her alone with the clothed simian.
"The moment she was alone, the woman bolted the door of the bedroom, and proceeded to embrace the monkey. They were torrid embraces. Hugging the animal to her breasts, she kissed him fully and passionately on his lips. He responded by rolling out his long tongue and licking her face.
"As the kisses grew more passionate and Frenchy, the woman began to fondle and play with the monk's prick. The thing was already hard but to my utter amazement, it grew at least another few inches after she started to stroke it back and forth. Color flooded into the bone, and the sight was highly erotic for his fur was black and shiny. In a way, it would be like fucking a nigger, and that thought sometimes crossed my mind.
"After a considerable amount of necking and squeezing the simian tight against her bosomy body, the monkey continued to flabbergast my senses. He pulled his face away from the woman and concentrated on undressing her. Yes, the sexy simian was trained to disrobe a woman. First, he unbuttoned her blouse and removed it from off her shoulders. Then, he reached in back and unfastened her bra. The garment tumbled to the floor and the mature woman's tits flowed out into view. The tits reminded me of a couple of bee hives, and the nipples were stained a dark, purple color. Moisture glistened from the nipple flesh, and the monk puckered his lips and closed in on one of the nipples.
"The woman gave out a long, pathetic sigh as though she had been longing all her life for a monkey to vacuum-suck on her aroused nipples. After slurping on tit for a while, the monkey continued with his job of removing the rest of her garments. Since she was seated on the edge of the bed, he leaped to the floor, and proceeded to tug down her elastic-band-type skirt. Of course, she cooperated and eventually, the animal succeeded in pulling off the fabric. Her girdle remained for she had a full figure which was on the buxom side. This didn't deter the monk.
"Crooking his long and bony fingers, he slipped them between the tight, flesh restrainer and her body. Then, bracing himself, the intelligent animal tugged with all his might. She wriggled, too. Presently, the girdle came sliding down over her curving belly, over the cunt and down her legs. triumphantly, he picked up the garment and tossed it aside. The woman was now completely nude.
"The sight and smell of a naked, mature woman boned up the monk for he started squealing agitatedly, and leaping up and down. His prick was long as a broom handle, and his balls fluttered like flags in the wind. His thick, monkey lips trembled back and forth and it appeared to me that he was trying to mouth the word, 'Fuck, fuck, fuck ... '
"The woman in the movie was certainly wellendowed. Huge, shapely tits, a bit of a roll on her belly but the fat actually enhanced her sexuality. The long, grayish cuntal hairs that swarmed like so many electric eels up from between her legs actually looked edible. And certainly, the lips of the cunt could have boned up the most impotent of men. The tip of the lips were thick and dark red and very moist. But what made me hot was the sight of the long, slender clitoris which curved down out of her cunt like a whip. Both legs were solid, shapely and capable of getting any normal man's nuts off. When she stood up even the monkey goggled at the huge, cushy cheeks of ass. But how was this animal going to fuck this woman?
"My curiosity would have to wait. The two-legged simian was no fool. A hot and juicy looking cunt excited him in the same way it would a man. He wanted to have an eating first. And to this end, he pushed the woman back onto the edge of the bed, and spread her legs as far apart as possible. Then, the hot, little pecker pounder positioned himself between those lovely legs. And since he was short, he didn't have to assume an awkward kneeling position like a man. He was able to remain upright and yet reach the cunt hole with his mouth.
"'Oh my darling cunt lapper,' the woman said with adoring eyes. 'Do you want to eat your mommy's cunt?'
"There wasn't any doubt about the answer to that question. Yes, the monkey had every intention of eating her pussy. And he was an experienced eater as it turned out. He knew exactly what to do and how to do it. First, he seized her legs under the knees. Lifting them both up, he threw the legs over his shoulder.
This maneuver tipped back the woman but spread the lips of her highly edible cunt farther apart. And before my delighted eyes, her clitoris stiffened up. The tip of the whip raised itself up, and stood straight as a rod.
"The woman looked tormented as she looked down at her hairy lover. 'Eat me, darling,' she whispered in a coaxing, urgent voice. 'Eat my cunt."
"Whether or not the monkey understood really didn't matter. He had every intention of eating cunt. And he did. Throwing both of his lips open, he clamped them down over that long fuckstick and pulled on the shaft.
"The woman's arms wind milled up through the air, and her voice trembled up towards the ceiling. 'Su ... su ... suck my cunty,' she screamed. And as she yelled in this manner, she thrust her box forward with such force, the monk's face was almost engulfed in the swampy, sex slot.
"'Eat me,' the woman's voice rose up again. 'Eaaaaat my pu ... pu ... pussy."
"Grasping both cheeks of her ass with his long, bony fingers, the monk dived in to the hole as though it was a gourd to drink from. His throat worked back and forth and his long, red and slender tongue whiplashed at the juicy, hot meat.
"The woman's eyes kept rolling around as though her eye muscles had snapped apart and she had no control over them. Her mouth kept flying open but no sound uttered through the lips. She was completely incapable of making a sound, or uttering another word. The tongue had seized every sense in her body.
"But even this wasn't enough to satisfy her. Reaching down, she gripped both cuntal lips with the thumbs and forefingers and pried them even farther apart. She wanted more tongue and deeper into the crevice.
"'Deeper,' she wailed. 'Stick your whole nose and face into my cuntal canyon. And keep that tongue working,' she added. 'Never stop working that monkey tongue."
"The animal did as instructed. Working his tongue at a tremendous pace was no great problem since this species of animal are constantly jibbering and flapping their tongues, instinctively. Now, this natural desire and ability to keep up a continuous movement of the tongue was used to good purpose. The flailing flesh lashed into the juicy .looking cunt until the woman's head twisted around as though her spinal column was broken. Every now and then, the clever beast pulled the tongue out of the love hole and dropped it down a bit. This lowering of tongue enabled him to pierce the woman's asshole. Apparently, she was very well endowed with nerve endings in this orifice, too. The moment the monk's mouth flesh lapped into the brown spot, the woman's entire body stiffened, and she looked straight up towards the ceiling.
"'Fu ... fu ... fuck my asshole,' she raged. 'Fuck it with your tongue!'
"The simian seemed to understand. Grasping both cheeks of her cushy, curving buttocks, he flipped her back a bit and scooped down lower himself. This positioned his face perfectly in alignment with her ass. And her asshole. That particular orifice acted as a magnet for his tongue leaped out to shoot down the rear end tunnel.
"The woman screamed, ecstatically. 'Oh my asshole lover. Stick it in ... All the way in. Up my smelly, old brown. Sniff it and eat it ... eatttt my brown holeeeeee ... '
"The asshole loving monk needed no such exhortations. Clearly, he was putting his heart into the job of licking and lapping a mature woman's shitty asshole. His nostrils never ceased flaring back and forth, his eyes grew to a dangerous bulge, foamy spittel leaked through the corners of his mouth. And then, the camera lowered to his genital region. Never before in my entire life had I seen an erected prick of such length, rigidity and beauty. The bony white, almost ivory color of the penile shaft turned to a glowing pink, and then to a burning red.
"As I watched the moving picture unreel, I realized how desperately my own cunt needed such a treatment. And too, I realized something much more important to my future love life. It struck me that I would more than merely respond to a monkey's cock. I would go mad for the feel and taste of animal prick in my mouth, cunt or asshole. I, too, wanted the full treatment by just such a monkey that was taking care of the attractive, middle-aged woman in the film.
"But another question loomed up in my mind. How would this woman react to an actual fuck? So far, she had been taking the monkey's tongue in her cunt and asshole. Most women wouldn't have any reservations about such acts. But would she accept the real dick of an animal inside her own body? And how would I accept such an animal as a pumping fucking lover?
"My question, addressed to myself, was answered soon enough. After the monkey's tongue had saturated both cunt and asshole with his spewing saliva, he pulled his head back, and scrambled to his feet. The woman, her face gripped with both bliss and anguish, looked down at her tonguing lover.
"'What's wrong cunt lapper?' she cooed down in her sugary sweet voice. 'Doesn't my monkey prickheart want to lap and lick mommy's cunt anymore? Oh sweetcock, doesn't mommy's asshole smell good to him anymore?'
"For answer, the smart simian stood up as straight as possible, and took hold of his prick which was now an angry red color. His gestures were most articulate. Stroking the shaft back and forth, he was telling the woman that he was now prepared to fuck her. And she quickly understood.
"Her lips puckered as she threw him a kiss. Or rather, the kiss was blown in the direction of his magnificently erected cock. The monk's hands increased the tempo of his mastubatory movements until the woman cried out in alarm. 'No, darling. No! Don't jack off and lose all your precious cream. Save it for your mother's cunt.' She closed her eyes tight. 'I want to feel that wild, animal surge of hot, sticky semen fly way up the hole. So far, I hope I'll be able to taste it."
"Opening her eyes again, she reached down, and took hold of her animal lover's jacking hands. 'No,' she reprimanded. 'You must never jack off while your adoring mother wants a taste of your adorable stick-sticker.' And to emphasize this remark, she tumbled forward over the somewhat startled animal. He landed on his back, and she landed atop his body.
"'Going to fuck you sweetheart. Going to throw my ass at my little monkey's bum,' and she reached under her body to grab hold of the simian's stick. After a bit of maneuvering, she managed to line up the cockhead with her cunthole, and pressed downward. The shaft shot into the groove.
"As his cock made contact with the woman's red, hot and wet cunt, the monkey threw his head back, widened his mouth and let out the most savage squeals I had ever heard.
"Later, I discovered that these throaty, highpitched sounds were mating cries. The monkey was actually taking this mature woman for his mate. And she was gladly accepting the role. Once the penis was sheathed by the hairy scabbard of cunt, she pressed the full weight of her body downward. This must have created a terrific sensation for her eyes goggled almost out of their sockets, and she couldn't catch her breath for a while. I couldn't determine the immediate sensation from the monkey's face for it was burrowed deep between her ma'ammoth tits.
"Watching this scene in the moving picture, I got carried away, too. I heard myself cry out, 'Fuck him. His prick is in your cunt. Screw the beast. Pump him, or I will ... '
"Without realizing it at the moment, I was answering my earlier question regarding my ability to accept an animal's prick into my body. I did want such a sensation. I was completely empathetic to the woman on the screen. I was putting myself in her place.
"To the woman's credit, she didn't waste much time in riding the furry creature. The monk's bony fingers slid clutchingly over the flexible flesh of her fleshy bum. One crooked finger dipped down deep into her brown hole. His face was still buried in her boobs. And as though he was a man, the hot-cunted woman ran both hands under the cheeks of his ass and brought him much closer to her box. This made for a deeper penetration. And once the proper depth was achieved, the woman's ass started to buck up and down like an untamed bronco.
"Now, the monkey twisted his face out from between her tits for he had to give vent to a series of wild, chittering and excited monkey cries. They were sounds of delight, of ecstasy and of lust. Soon, he was swept up in enthusiasm of the fuck. As she drove her ass downward, he thrust his hips upwards. The two bodies smashed together in the region of their genitals, pulled apart, raised up and then came hurtling towards each other again for another crushing meeting which almost fused woman flesh with monkey flesh.
"The woman took leave of her senses for her screams and cries were bereft of all intelligence.
"'Prick's burning me upppp. Uppppp. Great big lovely prick's burninggggg ... '
"As for the monkey, his throat or mouth was never still for a moment. 'Aiiiiiiggghhhh,' came the screeching commentary from his fucked upon body.
"The camera also looked down directly over her bouncing buttocks with the monk's finger still deeply imbedded in her brownish colored asshole. This sight alone could have heated up my own genitals for I had always been partial to a goosing finger in my bum hole as I fucked. But when the camera took a close look at the two genitals, the stiff prick of the scarlet colored bone sliding in and out of the hairy, woman's hole, I almost blew my load right there and then.
"The climax loomed up, quickly. The fucking woman threw both arms straight up into the air as her body came crashing down hard over her lover. This time she didn't rear up again. This time she remained flat over the monkey's body as the juices of her cunt spilled out of the hole.
"'Is the monkey blowing his nuts too?' I asked aloud as though the creatures on the motion picture screen could hear and answer me.
"But fortunately, nothing in this fuck movie was left to imagination. The camera peered closely into the region between the genitals. Apparently on instruction from the director of the film, the woman lifted her body up. Now, I was able to see the monkey's cock head spurting out an exciting, creamy semen of monkey semen.
"My own cunt opened up and without even touching the lips or clitoris, I felt moisture ooze up from the walls of the vagina. An instant later, the tip of my clit-cock spasmed to tell me I was also experiencing a clitoral orgasm, too.
"'Fantastic,' I uttered aloud in a delighted, shrill voice. And it was fantastic. Even when my adored husband was living, I rarely experienced a double climax, a blow-out from both my vagina and clitoris. And merely watching a woman fuck a monkey brought one on.
"'How?' I asked myself aloud. 'How would I blow when I actually got sucked and fucked by a live animal?'
"When this marvelous monkey-fucking film was put away, my maid Clarice assured me that I would react even more blissfully when I felt the monkey cock inside my own cunt.
"She said, 'You will blow from your clitoris as well as vagina. Yes, madam, you will have a double orgasm. Even a triple one,' she added, cryptically.
"'A triple orgasm?' I echoed, incredulously. 'But that is impossible."
"My maid was a much younger woman than myself. But clearly, it was evident she was much more experienced. After all, I had been happily married to one man for many years, and we didn't vary around our positions too much. Between loved ones, this abnormal variation isn't necessary. But I had never experienced more than one orgasm at a time.
"The maid explained her rather strange statement. 'The heat of the fuck between a responding woman and a lustful animal grows so intense the female will climax from three different places."
"I continued to look puzzled. 'Naturally, I'll climax from my vagina,' I said and held up one finger.
"Clarice nodded. 'Continue."
"I held up another finger. 'I'll blow out my clitter. My darling little female prick. That always wants to blow."
"Again, Clarice nodded. 'Continue."
"I fell silent. Finally, 'But I am at a loss. A woman is constructed with only two holes for genital purposes."
"Clarice shook her head, violently. 'Three,' she corrected. 'Three holes for genital purposes.' And she even looked vexed at me. 'Can't you even guess?'
"I looked startled. There could only be one other hole that she was referring to. 'Surely,' I said falteringly, 'you can't mean the...? '
"'Asshole!' she said with a loud release of breath. 'Of course!'
"I remained silent and continued to look both amazed and puzzled. Certainly I was acquaint-ed with the anus as an erotic area. Many nerve endings were located in the asshole of a woman which made that particular spot receptive to a warm tongue or even a stiff prick. But a female certainly wasn't possible to climax in that spot. Or could she?
"I must have felt and looked like a child as I stared at Clarice for an explanation.
"The maid explained. 'Many times, it has happened to me. When I get so excited during a hard, pumping fuck, I climax in three places. And certainly, the wind I blow out from the asshole while I'm getting screwed constitutes a climax."
"I laughed. 'You mean your farting counts as a climax."
"She remained serious. 'Exactly! Never do I get fucked without farting up a storm. And those farts are excited by cock. I know I'm actually climaxing through my asshole!'
"The thought of getting so heated up by prick that I blew out wind, started to bother my cunt again.
"'Sounds adorable,' I had to admit. 'Once when my husband threw me an especially hot fuck, I did lose control of my wind and blew it out.' I remembered back. 'And the sound of those farts while we were engaged in intercourse actually made my husband excited."
"Clarice pointed out. 'But that only happened a few times in your life."
"'Yes,' I admitted. 'During certain occasions when we were especially hot for each other."
"She gave me a pitying look. 'With an animal, you'll get that hot every time he fucks you. Believe me, madam, you'll get your nuts off in three different places."
"'I'm ready to find out,' I exclaimed, jubilantly. 'How soon can your boy friend find a fucking animal for me?'
"She explained. 'Peppi, my boy friend, has made arrangements for us to visit the farm where such animals are trained. You will want to make your own selection. And madam, you don't have to restrict your desires to a monkey. There will be all sorts of species for you to choose from."
"'I can hardly wait to get animal fucked,' I said and meant it. The visions of that hot, middle-aged woman screwing the monkey in the moving picture simply wouldn't leave me. Although we made arrangements to visit the animal farm the following day, it was necessary for me to masturbate that night. In fact, I received very little sleep. I went from one finger jack off to another. And each time I fantasized the monkey drilling out my cunt with his bestial tool.
"The following day the man Peppi picked up my maid and myself and drove us out to the animal farm. He was a short, dark-haired man with a face like a weasel. His activities as a bestial pimp were quite illegal in France, and I really didn't worry about him trying to blackmail me. He could land in jail for a long time. I paid him well for my requirements, and I knew he was also receiving a finder's fee from the owner of the animal farm. The man was safe, and I decided fucking an animal was safe, too. At least they weren't treacherous like would-be lovers I had to contend with in the past.
"To my surprise the owner of the animal fucking farm turned out to be a young man by the name of Maurice. He couldn't have been more than seventeen years old, a darling and cute looking boy and I made a mental note to fuck him if possible. The boy had inherited the farm from his deceased father, and since business was so good decided to remain on the farm.
"The cute boy looked me up and down as though he had visions of screwing me himself. 'I think I can serve you, madam,' he said. 'In fact I have just the right one for you. He so resembles a man you can hardly tell the difference.' And the discerning young man added. 'And he's safe. Can't speak. Won't tell a soul he fucked such a charming lady."
"I blushed. Was young Maurice trying to make love to me? But I quickly dismissed the notion. He could be dangerous. An animal was much safer, and I decided to stick to my original resolve.
"'What have you got in mind?' I asked.
"'Follow me,' he said with a smile.
"The four of us followed the boy back into the compound where he kept certain animals. We walked by the monkey cages.
"'A monkey is what I have in mind,' I sang out. The vision of the attractive woman in the motion picture was still with me.
"Maurice bowed smilingly towards me. 'Your wish is my command beautiful lady. But a mere monkey cannot do you justice. Inside your lovely, mature body, you are on fire for the wild and uninhibited fuck your body is craving.' He held a hand over his heart. 'Trust me dear lady. I'll find you something more to your satisfaction. A monkey,' he explained, 'is for ordinary women. You are not ordinary. You are a leader, dynamic, powerful and strong. Trust me,' he continued to plead.
"Naturally, I was flattered to hear these flattering comments from the young man. And he was quite correct. I was not an ordinary woman. I was dynamic, and perhaps a mere monkey wouldn't suit me, after all. Since he had experience with this sort of thing, I decided to place my complete trust in him.
"The smell of all the wild animals affected my maid Clarice and her pimpy boy friend Peppi. They had their arms around each other and the way he was clutching at the cheeks of her ample ass, I thought he was going to fuck her in spite of the fact that they were not alone.
"Finally we arrived at the compound that housed the animal Maurice had in mind for my services.
"I gasped. 'He does look like a man. What on earth is he?'
"'Orangoutang,' Maurice said, coolly. 'A real fucker beast. A king of the animals. And he knows what to do with his prick. You'll adore him,' he added. 'You must have something powerful. This one is powerful!'
"The beast certainly did look powerful. He was about the size of a man but built along much more muscular lines. His shoulders were broad, his chest massive, his legs rippled with muscles. But there was too much hair over his body to get a good look at his penis. His flattened nose gave him a pugnacious look, and he did exude power and authority. Instantly, I thought of my late husband. This beast did resemble the facial structure and body build of the man I lived with for many years.
"'Looks like my late husband,' I sniffed. 'But hasn't he got a prick. I can't see it."
"Maurice explained. 'The genitals on the orangoutang are never visible when they are in a flaccid state. Only when he grows excited will the penis erect to the extent where you can see the meat. But I can assure you,' he added, 'the wait is well worthwhile. No animal, or even any man has a stiff prick that can compare with the one an orangoutang is hung with."
"'How does it differ?' I asked, curiously and not a little excited. Was I going to get fucked by something rare and exotic? I even voiced that question aloud.
"Maurice smiled. 'Indeed you are, good madam. It is a prick worthy of a lady executive of your caliber. Once you've tried it, you won't be satisfied with anything any other animal can give."
"In the meanwhile, Peppi and Clarice were acting quite horny, and in public view. They were necking passionately, and the man had a bone on. The front of his trousers was protruding and the look on his ugly, narrow face was the look of a man who was determined to get fucked. Clarice also gave one that impression. Her eyes were closed and her mouth wide open as she French kissed her man. They looked a bit like beauty and the beast as Clarice was an exceptionally pretty girl.
"'What's going on here?' I asked a bit put out by this display of bad manners in public.
"Clarice broke away from her lover's grasp to explain. 'Pardonez-mois, madam. But Peppi and I get turned on while we watch an animal fucking scene. While the big fellow screws your delightful arse off, Peppi and I will have to have each other, too.' She said, apologetically, 'I hope you don't mind. But it is always possible that the sight and smell of another couple copulating can drive the big fellow,' and she pointed to the orangoutange, 'to greater heights of passion."
"My anger dissolved at the thought of them inspiring the animal to give me a more impassioned fuck. 'All right,' I agreed. 'I have no objection provided Maurice does not offer any. After all,' I pointed out, 'this is his animal farm."
"Young Maurice actually blushed which made him look prettier than ever. 'Oh no,' he mumbled, 'I have no objection. Peppi brings me a lot of business. And Clarice is a good friend of mine. But,' he hesitated and looked quite embarrassed.
"'But what?' I prodded. 'Out with it, young man. What's troubling you?'
"His thin, graceful hands fluttered through the air. 'So much fucking is going to get me hot, too,' he said. 'And I don't have my girl friend with me. I'll suffer terribly by the sight."
"'Poor boy,' I clucked. 'But I can't take you on. I'm here for an animal. If I like him, I'll buy."
"'Yes, yes,' the boy replied quickly. 'That's business. I suppose I'll just play with myself, and let it go at that."
"My heart leaped into my mouth. The thought excited me tremendously. Getting fucked by an amorous simian, and watching this cute, young fellow stroke his cock would certainly assure me of the greatest orgasm of my life. There wouldn't be a doubt that I'd hot the triple climax that Clarice had formerly described.
"'Yes, of course,' I said soothingly. 'Stroking it with your hand will be a great comfort to you while you watch these delightful scenes.' I remembered. 'Whenever I was separated from my husband for a week or so, we'd both resort to masturbation. It did help,' I said.
"Until now, Peppi hadn't opened his mouth. Now, he complained in an irritible way. 'How about getting on with the animal fuck. I'm suffering for Clarice's cunt."
"Peppi had raised a good point. My own genitals were beginning to suffer from lack of bestial attention.
"'I agree with Peppi,' I said. 'It's time I got what I came for."
"'You will beautiful lady,' Maurice assured me. 'Into the compound please,' and he opened the gate and led us into the enclosure where the hairy beast was kept.
"Peppi, Clarice and Maurice followed me inside but we all came to an abrupt halt at close sight of the beast. Somehow, he started to look frightening to me. For one thing he was much bigger than I expected. Much bigger than a man. And his powerful arms looked as though they were capable of strangling a dozen men. Suppose he became violent? And his flat, ugly face did not look reassuring.
"But Maurice anticipated such a normal reaction. 'Fear not, dear lady,' he murmured. 'He loves you. I can tell by the look in his eyes.' His eyes were a startling pink color and they did look straight at me. I felt them boring through my flesh. They even lowered towards the direction of my pussy.
"Apparently, this was a reassuring sign to Maurice. 'He's looking at your cunt,' he piped, datedly. 'He's responding to you. In a moment, he'll bone up for you. Watch,' he urged. 'Watch between his legs."
"We all watched between his legs. At the moment I could see no visible indication that would call for elation. The long, brownish colored hair was quite thick in the vicinity of his genitals. Concealing his cock as it did, the beast looked sexless. But this condition didn't last for a very long time.
"Peppi, the experienced cocksman was the first to notice a difference in the state of the beast's body.
"'Look,' he shouted in a loud and excited manner. 'He's boning up. Look ... look ... '
"At first I thought the man had taken leave of his senses. I could detect no difference. The hair looked the same as it had a moment before his loud shouts. Then, by magic, I noticed the strangest looking mound arising between the legs of the animal. I was receiving my first lesson on the size and shape and general appearance of an orangoutang's prick.
"The rod started to rise up from between the hairy area. Shaped and colored like an ivory tusk, the boner curved to an almost sharp point. The balls flopped out into view, too.
"I gasped. 'He'll hurt me with that sharply pointed cockhead,' I told Maurice.
"The boy shook his head, 'No, madam. That is quite impossible. His genitals are constructed in a most unique way which was the reason I suggested the beast for you."
"'Why did you?' I asked somewhat miffed. The tip of that prick looked like the end of a sharp sword. I shuddered at the thought of getting cunt-reamed with such a dangerous looking weapon.
"Maurice continued with his explanation. 'After he makes his insertion into your pussy box, the tip then expands into a bulbous-shaped cockhead. The sharpness of the cock permits him to make the deepest possible penetration. When this is accomplished, the end expands and you will receive maximum pleasure, I assure you."
"I thought about his statement for a few minutes. It did make sense. A curved, sharply pointed prick could make a much deeper penetration than the ordinary kind. And the deeper the penetration, the greater the joy when getting fucked.
"'All right,' I said a bit hesitantly. I hoped he was telling the truth. 'Where does the whole scene take place?'
"Maurice pointed to one corner of the compound that I hadn't noticed before for some reason. This area contained a Y-shaped tree.
"The boy said, 'An animal of this kind must fuck the way they do in their natural habitat."
"I was beginning to understand. Again I rebelled. 'In a tree?'
"Maurice nodded. 'Yes. In a tree."
"'Never!' I gasped. 'He'd break my back. It would be most unnatural."
"'Try it just once,' Maurice coaxed. 'You'll never want it any other way. The incline of the tree branch is perfect for his kind of fuck. When he throws that boner at you, the head will tickle your tonsils. At least, that's what you'll think after he starts pumping you against the tree branch."
"Clarice piped up. 'Think of climaxing from three different holes."
"'And,' Maurice added quickly, 'I'll be beside you."
"'Beside me?' I echoed, puzzled and yet a bit relieved. I still didn't understand.
"'I'll climb up with you. I'll be next to you in case you become alarmed or need assistance.' He said, 'The orangoutang obeys me blindly. All I have to do is yell into his ear, and he'll do as instructed."
"That was a relieving thought. 'All right,' I said. 'Now, how do I get up into the tree?'
"Maurice explained. 'First, you must undress. Then, the pet will carry you up to the fork in the tree. He'll rest you against one inclining branch and support himself against the other. I'll be alongside of you. Fortunately, there's room for me, too."
"'Hurry on,' Peppi urged. 'I'll cream my pants if you don't get fucked and soon."
"'Me too,' Clarice murmured. 'Please madam. For the sake of all of us. Hurry. This is torture."
"The urgings from all sides prompted me to disrobe and quickly. When I finally stood in the nude before the delighted gaze of the young boy, he murmured his approval.
"'Lovely dear lady. The orangoutang is most fortunate.' He admitted. 'If I wasn't in the business of selling trained animals, I'd apply for the job of hosing you myself."
"This flattery from the young boy made my cheeks blush scarlet. The animal too was appraising my naked body and smelling my bodily odors. His ivory-colored prick was turning various shades of red and he began to leap up and down in an agitated way.
"Maurice smiled. 'The beast is very much attracted to you,' he told me. 'You're in for a good one, I assure you."
"Peppi and Clarice were so certain they were in for some exciting visual stimuli that they already proceeded to disrobe, too. The girl was lovely, soft, shapely tits, curvaceous body, plumpish, well-formed cheeky ass and long, lovely legs. Any man or animal would be happy screwing such a young and juicy twat. But her boy friend was so ugly he was repulsive. He was even uglier than the animal. There was hair all over his body, his back was slightly bent, his shoulders round and his legs knobby and crooked. But he was hung with a penis that was longer than a full grown snake. This monster started to grow up and outward. Clarice looked at the straightening prick with love and devotion on her limpid eyes. Personally, I preferred the orangoutang.
"'How do I get up into the tree?' I asked Maurice.
"The boy snapped his thumb at the animal who responded, immediately. The next thing I knew, his two hairy but powerful arms swept me up, and he was climbing easily towards the Y in the tree trunk. Maurice followed us up. Fortunately, there was room for him too since the trunk of this old tree was unusually thick. The boy began to shed his clothes until he stood naked alongside of me.
"'Fear not, madam,' he whispered. 'Let the beast have his way. He won't harm you. This big fellow wants a good fuck the same as you do. And he's smart enough to know he'll get it by being gentle."
"'Not too gently,' I protested. 'The whole idea of getting animal fucked is to be overwhelmed by someone powerful and dominant like my late husband."
"'Banish your fears,' Maurice whispered. 'This big fellow will give you what you want. And look happy and joyous. He responds to looks of happiness on the face of the females he fucks."
"I turned and looked directly into his animal face. There was a certain beauty to all his ugliness. The beauty came not from the perfection of features but from the strength and the raw, almost brutal power the muscles of the beast exuded. And the thought of being overwhelmed by this pounding powerhouse of a fucker began to get to me. The lips of my cunt trembled and slid noiselessly apart.
"And the way he looked at me was both touching and exciting. There was tenderness in his pinkish, staring eyes but there was raw and brutal strength in the way his powerful prick stood up. The cockhead slightly touched the parted lips of my cunt. The skin of the glans nestled in the cuntal hairs which spread so lushly up my body. Pressed against one side of my body was the cute and naked teenage boy, Maurice. He was looking directly at the beast for he could control the animal's actions with a mere flick of his finger or a command issued in an authoritive way.
"I whispered to Maurice out of the side of my mouth. 'When is he going to make a move? When will he throw his fuck into me? And how is he going to do it?' I pointed out that we were standing in a quite awkward position against the branch of the Y-shaped tree.
"Maurice explained. 'Orangoutangs are bashful lovers. Once they get started they're terrific. But first, these shy and sensitive creatures have to be reassured."
"I blinked. 'Reassured? About what?'
"Maurice looked slightly embarrassed as though he expected me to disbelieve him. 'Well,' he stammered, 'they have to be reassured of your acceptance. They aren't any different than a timid man."
"That made sense. 'But what do I have to do first?' I asked.
"'Suck his cock,' Maurice replied, quickly. 'That will reassure him, tell him that you accept him. His cock in your mouth will convince him that you approve of his body."
"I smiled. 'How much like a human. My husband was the same way. He always expected me to lick and eat his cock. A sort of reassurance on my part. And this he wanted despite the fact we had been married for many years."
"I looked down at the animal's extended prick. 'But getting at it for a good suck is impossible in this tree,' I pointed out. 'I'd fall to the ground."
"Maurice had the solution. 'You won't have to bend down or try to get on your knees. The orangoutang will take care of everything. He is not only sensitive about his own feelings. He is concerned about your safety too."
"'Good,' I replied. 'But how am I going to suck the darling's cock? I'll gladly reassure him of my love. How?'
"Maurice gave a command to his pet by emitting a long, low whistle. The animal nodded in recognition of the command. Then, he leaped up to a higher branch where he remained suspended by his strong and muscular arms. His body and legs dangled down. His prick was in line with my mouth.
"'Now, do you get the picture?' Maurice asked. 'All you have to do is lean forward a bit, and suck that beautiful banger into your mouth."
"I looked up. The beast was still hanging patiently from the upper branch. His rather sad, round and colorful eyes were trained down at me. There was anxiety in his face. Would I accept his cock in my mouth? he seemed to be asking himself.
"'Poor darling,' I muttered. 'Of course, I'll reassure you by sucking your sweet fuck stick."
"As I leaned over to take hold of the orangoutang's cock, I happened to look down towards the ground. Peppi and Clarice were already nude and about to make passionate love. The prick on the weasel-faced man was enormous, larger even than the one on the animal. And there was a certain air of bestiality about my maid's lover. Personally, I preferred the orangoutang. But I was presented with a fascinating sight when Peppi went down on Clarice's cunt. His face looked maniacal as it buried itself between her hairy legs. The vision of his tongue lapping up and down over the cuntal lips heated up my own love basket.
"Stimulated, I quickly grabbed hold of the hanging animal's ass and brought him closer to my mouth. Since my lips were parted, the long, stiff pecker slid over my tongue. The somewhat bitter taste of urine from the cockhead impregnated itself into my taste buds. But this taste was not unpleasant. Rather, it heated up my cunt to an even higher degree. My lips clamped tight over the hard meat and the beast let out a roar for the first time.
"'Bravo,' Maurice clapped. 'That's the ticket. You're doing just fine. You're telling him that you accept him ... prick and all."
"There wasn't a doubt in my mind that I accepted fully this hairy beast who was both timid and strong. It was up to me to get him over his early timidity and unleash the power I knew he possessed. Once he got over his inhibitions, I knew I'd get the kind of powerful banging that I craved.
"The animal had so many endearing human qualities that it was really easy for me to accept him. Once his charming prick was fully ensconced in my salivating mouth, I grasped his huge nuts with one hand. With the remaining free hand, I clutched his ass, and shoved one bony finger deep into his asshole.
"The roars of the beast rose up and scatter-ed over the sky. Between my mouth over his cock and my finger up his ass, he was in animal heaven, I felt certain. And after a few minutes of giving him a rather torrid tongue action, the orangutan began to feel bolder. Now, he started to swing back and forth in such a way, he was fucking my mouth with his enlarging prick. Yes, the animal peter was definitely growing and growing the more I sucked over the meat. And then, a terrible thought struck me. Suppose he blew his nuts in my mouth!
"Reading my mind, Maurice cried out, 'Don't let his cracking nuts trouble you. These animals are terribly virile. They go from bone on to bone on. If he loses a discharge of semen, he'll soon fill up his balls with more."
"I wanted to protest, to refuse to allow him to spit cock cream into my mouth. I had even refused to let my husband emit semen in my mouth. On many occasions he pleaded with me to swallow the load, and I had refused. Surely, I couldn't accommodate an animal in an area where I had refused to help my own darling husband. I wanted to scream out my protest but I couldn't. My mouth was gorged with a huge and still expanding cockhead that was already spitting the preliminary drops of liquid.
"'Don't be frightened madam,' Maurice cried out to me. 'Take the load. Swallow every drop. That's the only way to win the animal's confidence."
"Bracing myself against his solid but hairy body, I was going to shove myself backward and away from the spitting sex stick. But then, something happened. The genital muscles of the orangutan must have relaxed completely. The next thing I knew a surging stream of animal-cream roared its gobby way into my mouth. At first, I refused to swallow. Almost choking, I let my mouth fill up with the prickpuss. Then, a few drops worked their way into my throat and I was compelled to swallow. To my utter amazement, the cream tasted honeysweet. And after making that discovery, I opened my mouth as wide as possible, and the syrupy liquid tumbled down my throat.
"'Oh marvelous,' I chittered like a monkey. 'Tastes so damned sweet. And it's making me horny ... horneeeee,' I squealed and clamped my mouth back onto the sex spigot that was still spewing out its load of that joy juice.
"Maurice broke into applause. 'Bravo, madam. You are simply wonderful. You've won the confidence of this magnificent brute. Now, he'll belong to you body and soul. Soul and body. Anything you wish ... anything at all ... he'll do. You are going to have the ball of your life with his tongue, prick and ass."
"As the animal dick rubbered and slipped out of my mouth, I brushed the back of my hand over my lips. I was far from satiated. In fact, this cocksucking act only made me hotter. There was still the matter of pacifying my stimulated cunt. My nipples had stiffened, the flesh around my rectum tingled and the lips of my cunt wouldn't stop trembling. And the visual stimulation from below made me even hotter.
"Peppi and Clarice were fucking up a storm. Apparently, my maid was the more dominant member of that duet. She had climbed on top of her weasel-faced boy friend and all I could see was her feminine ass bobbing up and down as she rammed home a powerful fuck.
"Peppi kept wailing, 'Fuck me mother, please drill your cunt at my cock."
"I grimaced with distaste. I could never stomach mommy boys or weak men. I needed a powerful lover. My husband had been the dominant partner in my marital fucking life. And now, I hoped the orangutan would exert his dominancy over me. So far, he had been much too shy and timid although I enjoyed sucking him off.
"But there was no point or even any need in thinking in a negative way. My cocksucking ways had influenced the animal. Throwing off his reserve and shyness, he swept me up into his strong, hairy arms and climbed up to the highest branch in the tree. I no longer protested and I wasn't even a bit frightened. I knew I was going to get the kind of powerful pounding my cunt craved.
"'Have no fears, madam,' Maurice called up. 'He won't harm you. You'll have your triple climax."
"The thought of having this so-called triple orgasm made me so hot I could hardly wait until the beast found his nesting place and screwed the arse off of me.
"The uppermost branch of the tree ran in a horizontal line and was strong enough to support both of our bodies. Lying me flat on my back, the hairy one spread my legs apart, bent down and planted a long and lingering passionate kiss in the center of my cunt. Then, he raised himself up on his knees and positioned himself in the proper man-on-woman position. By now, his dick had rejuvinated itself.
"Looking up into his wild and hairy face, I simpered, 'Fuck me lover. I'm all yours. Take me!' He no longer looked ugly or wild or smelled bad. He was my lover. And he was dominating me, completely.
"Grunting, the beast thrust his hips forward. The animal cock whistled downward and plunged blindly between the cuntal lips and scored a direct hit. My legs jacknifed upward and wrapped themselves around his huge ribcage. He actually reached under the cheeks of my buttocks and grabbed hold of them as he threw his hard driving animal fuck.
"'Pound me,' I shrieked. 'Don't be afraid of hurting me. I love it, love it, love it ... ' I lost all control of my language and actions. Filth spewed through my lips. I had never felt hornier or hotter-cunted in my entire life.
"'Animal juice,' I cried out crazily as I felt his leaking dick explode deep in the basket of my cunt. And after the completion of my climax, I refused to let my lover go.
"'One more,' I pleaded. 'One more fuck. Please let me get it up for you again.' And then, I made my blunt order. 'Dominate me again. It feels so good to be fucked by someone powerful, someone strong, and yet gentle. I'm all yours fucker-lover. All yours ... '
"Of course, I bought this animal and lived with him as man and wife. I was happy to remain completely loyal to my animal fucking lover...."
ANALYSIS OF CASE HISTORY THREE
The problem of Babette G. is by no means uncommon in France today. As Woman's Lib makes greater inroads into the social and economic life of this country, more women like Babette G. will be thrust into positions of responsibility. In their workaday life, they'll be fulfilling the functions formerly performed by men. Therefore, they grow more independent, more self sufficent. The old role of the submissive woman is fast losing ground in modern France.
This situation is creating problems of a sexual nature for more and more French women. They are now strong and require stronger lovers. Babette G.'s problem was compounded by the fact her late husband had been a dominant man. She required such a lover. But strong, dominant men in modern day France are few and far between. To the contrary, men are leaning more on women.
Babette G. found sexual fulfillment in the arms of a strong animal who partially resembled a man. And until she is able to find a man capable of giving her the strength and security she needs, she'll continue to rely on strong animals for sexual release, and fulfillment.
CASE HISTORY FOUR
Case Subject: Renee T. Age: 43
Marital Status: Married Occupation: Howsewife Place of Birth: Lyons, France Sexual Profile: Before her marriage, Renee T. was a cosmetic saleslady for a large French company, and traveled on behalf of her company to many other countries in the European Common Market. After marrying at the age of thirty-five to a business executive in her company, she settled down in a home in the suburbs of Lyons and assumed the role of the housewife. The first few years of her marriage were happy. But then, she began to suffer from deep depressions. Feeling that life was passing her by in the dull, conformist society of French suburban life, she sought escape in fanciful daydreams of a sexual nature. As her marriage, in her opinion, grew duller, she had wilder sexual fantasies. In her later mastubatory dreams, she visualized herself with animals. And during these experiences had her most fulfilling self-induced orgasms. The thought of bestiality tormented her to such an extent that she finally decided she had to try it out.
ANALYST: Your husband no longer satisfies you?
RENEE: No.
A: In what way does he fail you?
R: He's too dull, too routine.
A: You no longer climax with him?
R: Frankly, I don't think I ever did. At first, when everything was new and he screwed me for the first time, I believe I did have a good orgasm. But since then ... nothing.
A: Do you blame your husband, or yourself?
R: My husband! Heaven knows that I've tried to be exciting for him.
A: You'd do different things to excite him. R: Always. A: Such as?
R: Oh, many things. Sometimes, I'd spew out the most terrible filth while he fucked me. A: You cried out obsenities during intercourse. R: That's right. A: Did it work? R: For a while. A: What else did you do? R: Sometimes, I'd paint my face and dress up like a cheap whore. In fact, I'd pretend I was one and demand money. This excited him, too. But only for a while. A: Are you certain you exhausted every possibility to liven up your marital intercourse? R: Positive. I even tried pissing over my husband's face.
A: You urinated on his face? R: Yes. It was a bathtub kind of job. I squatted over his face and then let go as he masturbated himself. Then, he'd attach his mouth to my wet cunt and eat. A: You found that exciting? R: Yes. It excited the hell out of me. My husband, too. Eventually, he tired of that. Finally I gave up on him.
A: You turned to fantasies. R: Yes. I preferred to dream up bizarre but exciting pictures in my mind. Then, as they unreeled for me, I finger-fucked myself. I became quite an adept mastubator. A: Your husband didn't object? R: No. He was relieved that I no longer bothered him for sex.
A: What was the nature of your mastubatory fantasies?
R: At first I fantasized the entire spectrum of wild sexual acts. The pising routine, and sometimes I'd visualize a man pissing over my hot cunt. That turned me on, too. A: But finally, you started to fantasize yourself with animals?
R: Oh yes. The animals were the last of my fastasies. And the most exciting! A: You were able to climax without any trouble?
R: No trouble at all. They were wonderful. Soon, the only fantasies I dreamed up were the animal kind.
A: What nature did these fantasies take?
RENEE: "To begin with I should tell you that it wasn't an accident that I turned to animal fantasies. Getting fucked by an animal had been in back of my mind for several years. Even before I married. However, the notion of bestiality was so repellant to me, I tried to dismiss them from my thoughts and did so for a number of years.
"It all started when I was a saleslady with the cosmetics firm. I did quite a bit of traveling and displayed my line of perfumes in exhibitions and fairs that played either in Paris or in one of the other large French cities. During one such exhibition, I displayed my line of goods to a middle-aged woman who appeared to be affluent. Her husband traveled a great deal and left her alone. She had time to visit fairs and indulge herself in expensive perfumes. Her name was Colette.
"This woman tried out a variety of different sprays and couldn't make up her mind. She was seeking a very special blend that would turn on a very special kind of lover. For a lonely married woman to have a lover is not uncommon and I tried to help her to the best of my ability. Finally, she asked me if I could visit her at her home and bring along various other blends of perfume. She promised me a big sale. Naturally, I accepted since the commission on a large sale could amount to many francs for my pocket.
"When I arrived at her home, the woman was quite nervous. She was quite an attractive person, tall and well-figured with bosomy body and well-shaped legs. Her clothes were also quite chic. Certainly, such a woman shouldn't have trouble in exciting a lover.
"She confessed however that she was having trouble. 'But he is a certain kind of lover,' she said and her face turned crimson. 'May I have your complete confidence?' she asked, or rather begged.
"'Of course,' I assured her. In the cosmetics business it was quite common to run across cases where married women cheated on their husbands. As long as they bought my perfumes, I could care less. I was not the voice of their conscience.
"Yet, the woman still hesitated. 'May I introduce you to my lover?' she asked.
"'I'd be delighted to meet him,' I murmured. It was much easier to sell cosmetics to a man than a woman.
"The woman disappeared, and then return-ed hugging a dog in her arms. The doggy was a cute one but a mongrel of undetermined origins.
"I looked puzzled. Finally, I thought I guess-ed. Her lover was probably a married man and didn't want to make his presence known.
"'Is the man bashful?' I asked.
"Still stammering and sputtering, the lovely looking woman finally admitted, "My lover is not a man."
"'Not a man?' I echoed. Again, I thought I understood. This woman was a lesbian. Her sweetheart girl friend didn't want to meet me.
"She held up her dog. "This is my lover."
"I paled. 'A dog?' I sounded incredulous. Dimly, I had heard about such abnormalities but never thought I'd encounter such a pervert. 'You ... fuck a dog?'
"The woman's arms tightened around the small pooch. She was fiercely determined to defend her relationship.
"'My Pierre is the best fuck I've ever had in my entire length,' she stated in an angry, defensive tone of voice. 'And there's nothing perverted about screwing a dog if he loves you and you love him."
"My eyes rolled towards the door and I made no secret that I wanted to make a hasty exit. Bestiality was a perversion as far as I was concerned. One simply couldn't rationalize such an act.
"The woman guessed my intent and smiled. 'You are free to leave if you wish. But of course, you'll lose your sale. And a very nice commission for yourself."
"That thought did make me reconsider. 'All right,' I said, 'you win. I do need the money. But what do you want from me?'
"She explained. 'Pierre used to throw a wonderful fuck at me every day. Lately, he's been slipping. I'm lucky if I get hosed twice a week."
"I looked puzzled. 'How can I help?' I still thought she was abnormal, and was beginning to feel she was out of her mind.
"Colette said, 'This dog responds to odors. I was hoping you'd have a certain blend of perfume that would instill him with a fierce desire to fuck his mother's cunt again.' With a pained expression, she added. 'Once you get used to dog cock once a day, it's unbearable to only get it once a week, and some times even less."
"I thought a while. 'I'm not sure I can be of service,' I finally said. 'Yes, I understand that certain blends of perfume heat up a man's cock. That's what this business is all about. But a dog?' I shrugged. 'I can guarantee nothing."
"Colette nodded. 'I understand. I expect no guarantees. But try. Please try to come up with a sexy scent that will turn my poor Pierre back on again, and make him want to screw his mommy's pussy.' She winced, 'It's unbearable without his hard cock."
"I felt like a fool but I agreed. Her offer of a large sum of money was too tempting. Entering the kitchen of her home, I removed my coat and prepared to mix several blends together in an effort to come up with a fragrance that would appeal to a dog's libido. Colette and her sad-eyed mongrel dog looked on. I continued to feel like a damned fool every time I came up with one blend, held it under the pooch's nose for a sniff and then waited to see if his bone expanded. And after several such attempts with no success at all, I began to grow angry with myself for allowing the woman to talk me into such an absurd situation. And with this sense of anger, I spilled one bottle over my dress.
"Apologetically, the woman ran over to me and offered to clean the dress, immediately. She had some sort of wonder spot remover but the stuff had to be applied quickly or the liquid would stain my dress.
"Without thinking, I removed the garment and handed it over to Colette. Standing in my girdle and bra and stockings, I must have presented a sexy sight to both the woman and dog. Pierre's cock slid out and hardened, quickly. But was he responding to me or the spilled perfume?
"'Oh look,' Colette said, ecstatically. 'My darling little fucker dog has boned up."
"At that moment I wasn't paying any attention to Colette or her dog. I was too concerned with the liquid which had also stained my bra. A few drops had even worked their way into my girdle. My expensive girdle.
"'Godammit,' I hissed. 'Look what you made me do!'
"Colette clucked sympathetically. 'Don't worry dear. My spot remover will take care of it in a jiffy. Remove them please. There are no men around. Please don't feel bashful in front of either me or Pierre."
"My mind at that moment was a long ways from bestiality. My girdle had cost a small fortune, and so did my bra. It would take a lot of sales to compensate for them.
"'All right,' I agreed. 'But you're responsible for them. I wouldn't have stained them if it wasn't for the goddamned dog."
"Colette paid no attention to my profanity. 'Everything will work out,' she said, crytically.
"Of course I felt no self-consciousness when I tugged off my girdle and dropped my bra. The dog was a dumb beast and Colette was another woman. And I knew she wasn't queer. Still, I did feel a bit strange undressing in front of both her and her dog. I felt their eyes boring into my nude flesh as it rolled out into exposure. My body was much firmer at that age, and I was considered most sexy. My tits, for instance, were firm and didn't sag like they do today. The nipples stood up proudly, the pinkish flesh daring a mouth to suck on the spout. The sides of my body curved in to a small waist which flared out again and curved into large hips and fleshy but firm and shapely legs. The hair around my cunt was bushier and curlier than the hair on an Afrostyled black. And the dimple between the cheeks of my ass simply invited any normal man's tongue.
"Pierre started to whine. Colette stroked his back and fingered his ever growing cock. 'Look,' she said in a half whisper. 'The poor dear has boned up stiff enough to fuck a dozen women."
"'Must be the spilled perfume,' I said. 'That's the blend for you to purchase."
"Colette said with a straight face. 'I'll buy a case from you. Don't care how much it is."
"My eyes widened. 'A case will cost a small fortune.' I was already anticipating my commission.
"She continued. 'I buy it regardless. On one condition."
"'Name it,' I said gleefully. I had already estimated that my commission was going to come to several thousand francs.
"Then, she dropped her bombshell. 'You fuck Pierre. Or rather, you let him screw out your cunny hole."
"My mouth flew open, and for a full minute I remained speechless. 'You can't mean that,' I blurted out, finally. 'Why? In the name of heaven, why?'
"Colette said with a quite serious face. 'My darling has been screwing me for a full year. Once a day without fail. A real lover-fucker dog. But he needs a change. I realize that now. All the perfume in the world won't make him react. He simply needs another cunt to fuck."
"'Get him bred with another dog,' I retorted, sarcastically.
"The sarcasm was lost on Colette. She remained serious and quite determined that I service her dog-fucker. And she had one terrific inducement.
"'I'll still buy your perfume,' she promised. 'You'll still get your commission. All you have to do is screw Pierre."
"The money was simply too much for me to overlook. And for the first time, I turned my eyes towards the dog and regarded him as a potential lover. I tried to visualize a dog fuck, and if the thought turned me off too much, I'd simply forget about the entire deal. To my surprise, the thought of getting cuntreamed by this particular dog did not turn me off. In fact the more I thought about it, the hotter I got.
"Still, I tried to get out of it, 'I don't know how to fuck a dog,' I said.
"Colette looked pleased for I was no longer really protesting. 'Pierre will take charge. All you have to do is let him take over."
"I held my arms open. 'Let me take him for a while. I'll cuddle him a bit and if I get a charge out if it, maybe I'll try it ... just once."
"'Gladly,' Colette beamed. 'Here, you take the little fucker."
"Pierre was smallish and on the brown side with the most soulful brown eyes I'd ever seen. He did look unhappy which made me want to mother him. His body was very soft and when I took hold of him, I slid one hand over his his cock and balls.
"Nerves tingled down my spine.
"'His prick feels divine,' I murmured. 'And these balls were made for sucking."
"Colette looked pleased on hearing my praise. 'I've trained him to lap cunt,' she explained. 'And after you're good and hot, he'll throw you a fuck that's out of this world. In fact, you'll forget all about men."
"'Hmmmmmmmm,' I murmured softly and pressed my full mouth hard against his doggy mouth. Immediately, his tongue speared past my lips and started to French tickle my gums, teeth and throat. A rather lumpish protrusion made itself felt in the vicinity of my cunt. Looking down, I was surprised to see that my clitoris had poked up and out.
"Colette cried out, gleefully. 'Oh look. Your prick is standing up. You're hot for my Pierre's cock and nuts. Won't you please fuck him?" she pleaded almost tearfully.
"'Yes,' I decided. 'Since I am naked, and since I do have a hard on I will try it out. But only once,' I warned her. I didn't want her to rely on me for a steady fuck whenever her dog needed variety.
"Colette nodded. 'Oh no, I won't rely on you. But if you let him screw you, it'll satisfy him for a while. Then, he'll come back to his mommy and give her the kind of cunt treatment she needs."
"The dog, still in my arms, started to lick my face with his tongue. The touch did thrill me, and I felt pimples goose up all over the skin of my body. Even the cheeks of my ass felt all sparkly as though I had just sat down on a live wire.
"'I'm rather ignorant about such matters,' I confessed. 'I've never fucked an animal before."
"Colette gurgled. 'Oh, let Pierre take charge. He's a cuddly, little baby dog. But when he's aroused, he certainly knows how to take over."
"I shook my head. 'Nothing doing. I've always took charge of my own fucks. I've even screwed great, big truck drivers but they were happy to play the role of mother's little helper.' I added quite proudly. 'I'm the dominant type. None of this helpless, supine feminine role for me."
"Colette looked shaken, doubtful. 'I don't know,' she said more to herself than in my direction. 'A dominant, bossy kind of woman might harm Pierre's self-image."
"I turned as though I was going to pick up my clothes and dress. 'My way or no way at all,' I said stubbornly. 'Either I boss the fuck, or we don't do anything."
"Colette looked at me in an appraising way. She looked at the way Pierre was responding to my touch, and the fact that he had boned up wasn't lost on her either.
"She sighed. 'I might regret this. But all right. But you do have me worried. This doggy of mine is almost human.' In a trembling voice, she inquired. 'How do you intend to ... take charge of this dog fuck?'
"I had already made my decision. 'The same way I'd take care of one with a man. This dog has a human look to his face. As far as I'm concerned he is human. That's the only way to handle a situation like this,' I told her.
"Pierre started to whine as though he could hardly wait. He was responding heatedly to the caress of my hand, the nearness of my naked body, the odors of my exposed flesh and most of all the rather musky smell that began in the pit of my cunt.
"Colette surrendered completely. 'Poor Pierre, he wants cunt so badly. All right, I won't deny him his pleasure. Although,' she grimaced, 'a fuck from a dominant woman could have an unsettling mental effect on him."
"'Piss on his mental effect,' I said. By now, I was all charged up for some prick, and I didn't want to listen to Colette's amateur psychology lesson. 'The way I fuck they stay fucked.' I looked around. 'Where's the bathroom?'
"'Bathroom?' Colette asked, wide-eyed, amazed. 'Are you going to fuck him in the bathroom? Why not the bedroom?'
"I shook my head. 'I always break them in right. And that means ... '
"Colette broke in, agitatedly. 'You piss on them first!'
"'Right,' I said. 'I piss on them first. That makes for a docile, meek, subservient lover. After they're properly broken in I can train them to wipe my ass or cunt and do all the little, loving acts I crave from a man."
"Colette shook her head, violently. 'But Pierre is a tiny doggy. A very sensitive one. You simply can't act in that manner and not do Pierre a permanent mental damage."
"'Bullshit,' I snorted. 'All males love to be dominated by a female. They won't admit it at first. But baby them up, mother them up and they'll do anything for you. This strong male stuff is so much horseshit."
"Colette was about to resist my insistence on pissing over the animal to break him in to my fucking ways. But the animal began to whine again. He was whining for a taste of my pussy.
"Her shoulders slumped. 'All right. I give in. But I know I'll regret this decision. I'm going to have a mentally sick, little doggy on my hands."
"'The bathroom,' I reminded her. 'Lead us to the place where we're going to have our fuck."
"Colette led us in back of the house to a bathroom which fortunately was quite a large one. And even more fortunately, the bathtub was large. There'd be plenty of room for me to squat over his face and piss. Once a male got a loadful of my hot urine, they were in my power. They'd do anything for me after that kind of hot piss treatment.
"'Please be careful,' Colette kept protesting. 'Please don't harm my little lover."
"'Stop whining,' I told her. 'Hasn't it ever occurred to you? The reason little Pierre wants a change of cunt is because he's sick of taking charge of everything. He simply wants to relax, sit back and let a strong female dominate the situation."
"Despite my reasoning which was sound, Colette burst into tears. However, she did run a bit of warmish water into the tub to kill the smell of my hot piss. That part didn't bother me. Actually, the very strong odor of urine excited me, and usually it turned on lovers, too.
"Colette picked up the animal and held him close to her breasts as though I was about to slit his throat. This angered me, somewhat. After all, the whole idea of screwing her dog came from her own lips.
"'Godammit,' I hissed. 'Set him down in the tub and stop acting like a damned, old fool."
"The woman burst into tears. 'I can't stand to watch such a terrible sight. A woman pissing over my darling's cute face. He'll never survive such an act. Never!'
"I felt like calling off the entire affair. But by now, I was too far gone to stop. Every pore in my body ached for me to shower this animal with my hot, sensuous piss. And to my delight, Pierre didn't offer any trouble. He seemed to know what I had in mind and when he sat down in the tub, he looked up at my cunt with wide, adoring eyes.
"'So far, so good,' I breathed with a smile. 'The dog senses that I'm going to piss over him, and he isn't offering any objections."
"'Don't blind him,' Colette cried out one warning. "Urine is on the salty side."
"Ignoring her, I slowly lowered my body, flexing my knees until I assumed the position of the squat. My cunt was not more than six inches away from Pierre's face. Usually, when I fucked a man with my piss in this manner, I let him give the cunt a lingering, passionate kiss before I relaxed my bladder and let the hot spray inundate him. Suddenly, I craved the same attention from my doggy lover.
"'Kiss my cunt first,' I whispered down to him. 'Lay some tongue over the lips before I fuck you with my golden spray."
"And to emphasize my desires, I squatted down a bit lower until the lips were almost touching his nose. Suddenly, after a bit of hesitation, the tongue lapped out and draped itself up and down the vulva area. The pores of his doggy tongue flesh suctioned against my already aroused cunt meat.
"'Oh lover,' I moaned. 'You know how to be a good, little boy. That makes your mother feel good. Goddamned pissingly good!' My impulsive mention of piss made me realize that the time had arrived for me to relax my bladder and slower the little animal with the contents of my stomach.
"But then, I hit against another crisis.
"Between Colette's obnoxious interference, and the thought of my first bestial experience, my bladder muscles tightened up.
"'Shit,' I raged at myself. 'It won't come out."
"Colette looked dismayed and then suspicious. 'This sort of thing will have a terrible mental effect on poor Pierre. You've built up his hopes. Now, you've dashed them again,' Again, she made her pitch. 'Climb out of that tub and fuck the dog in the bedroom where a woman is supposed to have intercouse with an animal."
"'No,' I struggled with my breath. I could be stubborn, too. 'No! My bladder is loaded with piss. And it's hot too. The kind most males prefer. A mental block of some sort is knotting up the bladder muscles. Just give me a moment to relax them,' I said. 'I'll be all right."
"By now, Colette realized that she'd have to cooperate with me. The mental health of her dog was at stake. And he was still sitting docilely in the tub looking up at my cunt with hope and expectation in his eyes. To deny him the results of my bladder now could be dangerous. That could be a refined sort of cockteasing.
"Colette asked timidly and with embarrassment. 'Would it help if I squatted over the toilet and...? '
"'Pissed,' I supplied the word for her. 'Yes,' I replied emphatically. 'By all means. The sight and sound of another woman taking a leak would definitely have a desirable effect on my own bladder. Certainly, it could induce me to unload.' I giggled. 'It could even make me a bit hotter. Watching another woman leak always did turn me on."
"'All right,' Colette replied in her disgusting, little girl voice. 'I'll wee wee while you hear me and watch. The sound of my piddle hitting the water could possibly open you up."
"Colette, who was still clothed, pulled up her skirt, wrestled her girdle down past her knees and plumped her rather curvy ass down over the toilet bowel. Then, she spread her legs and I was able to catch sight of the enormous patch of black hair that crept up from between her legs. The lips of her cunt opened slightly and without a bit of trouble, a spray of urine whistled and hissed through the crack. Gurgling into the water below sounded like music in my ears.
"'Heavenly,' I sighed. 'Your pissy piss hitting all that water sounds perfectly divinely heavenly. It ... it feels like I'm going to ... going to ... '
"I stopped talking lest I break the spell. But the muscles of my bladder were definitely relaxing and the first few drops of urine were working their way slowly almost painfully through my piss hole.
"'There,' I breathed with relief as the first few hot drops bounced over the head of the pooch who was still staring up at my cunt with round, lovable eyes.
"My attention was shared between the dog and Colette who was still relieving herself in the most delightful way.
"'Does it sound good?' she called over to me. 'Does my hot piss make you want to tinkle too?'
"'Yessss,' I replied blissfully as I felt the doors of my bladder open wide and the liquid surge through like waters released from a dam.
"This was the dog's first experience at getting pissed upon by a mature woman. When the first few drops spattered over him, he shook his head bewilderedly. Then, he got the message. The stuff had a sexual connotation. And the next thing I knew, the darling opened his mouth to catch as much of the flow as possible.
"This sight really did turn me on! Even the men I pissed over never opened their mouths. In fact, it always pained me to see them close their eyes and keep their lips shut tight. I wasn't getting the full reaction from the experience with such timid souls. But Pierre was different. He was not only excited by the feel of hot and sensuous urine but he wanted to swallow the liquid too. Quickly, I was swept up in the contagion of his excitement.
"'Wider,' I called down to him. 'Open your mouth wider. I'll fuck your mouth with my piss, darling. But wider. Much wider ... '
"The dog understood. Shaking his head back and forth as he swallowed my piss, he did open wider, and with tongue flapping as quickly as possible, he slurped and gurgled down the flow of my piss. I must add that I usually urinate in a rather strange fashion. First, there's always a bit of difficulty. Then, I let loose a gusher. Then, the flow abates and almost comes to a halt. That's not because my bladder is depleted but my muscles start to act up again. That's what happened now. After releasing a heart warming gusher, the bladder tissues seemed to tense up, and the lovely liquid stopped leaking through my cunt. Then, after a bit more effort on my part, the liquid would start up again and issue forth in an even healthier and faster gush.
"That's exactly what happened, now. After trickling to an almost stop, I looked down at Pierre who seemed to be ecstatic with the hot stuff all over his face and body. When the liquid thinned into nothingness, he looked up expectantly and barked.
"Colette was drawing to an end of her pissing routine, too. But when she heard her beloved animal yelp for more of my piss, she smiled, pleased. 'My darling does love to get pissed on by a woman,' she said. 'Perhaps, I'll be able to get him to bone up for me with my piss."
"'Of course,' I assured her. 'This dog loves to be pissed on. He's like most men. He wants to be completely dominated by a woman. Don't expect too much from him, and he'll deliver."
"Colette wiped off her cunt. 'Yes, I think I gave the poor, little dear a complex by my demands. I expected him to fuck me every day whether or not he was in the mood. And of course, I wanted to be completely dominated by him."
"I felt my muscles untighten again. In a few moments, I'd release another hot gusher. 'Dominate your dog at every chance,' I advised. 'And every opportunity you get, squat over his face and for crissakes ... piss. Piss up a storm. Literally fuck him with your piss!'
"'Yesss,' Colette hissed. 'I shall. I will.' And standing up from the toilet bowl, she now looked directly down into the bathtub where I was still squatting over her animal. My leg muscles were beginning to feel cramped and if the liquid didn't materialize soon, I'd have to give up. But soon, a couple of drops did trickle out of the crack.
"This time Colette was ecstatic. 'You're going to piss again,' she cried jubilantly. 'Look at it hiss out of the gash of your cunt. Oh, it does look beautiful I must admit. And darling Pierre is enjoying it, too."
"This was the understatement of the year. The dog started to whine but the sound was one of joy. Opening his mouth again, he looked straight up at the crack and held his tongue under the drippings as though the stuff was coming out of a faucet.
"Colette applauded. 'He's even swallowing your piss,' she cooed. 'Oh what a sight. What a goddamned, beautiful sight. I can hardly wait to give him a treatment of liquid joy from my own sex spigot."
"I called back that it was imperative she urinate over her animal as often as possible if she was going to enjoy a full and loving relationship with him. But she never heard me above the din. About that time, I started to piss with a Niagara Falls kind of roaring gush. The liquid splashed heavily over Pierre's head and face and pattered against the surface of the water in the tub. To add to the merriment and excitement, the animal began to howl and shake his head and throw his hind quarters back and forth as fucking an invisible cunt.
"This movement with his prick wasn't lost on his mistress. 'Oh look,' she cried out, delightedly. 'He's throwing his ass back and forth. He's fucking again. At least, he wants to fuck again.' She was almost near tears. 'He's overcome his terrible mental block. The dear has found his sexuality again."
"Of that, there was no doubt. The burning urine spitting through the narrow crack of my cunt aroused and stimulated his genitals in a way they had never been tantalized before.
"'Oh fuck him,' Colette pleaded. 'Now, he's ready for action. Your piss has really prepared him for some red, hot fucking stuff."
"'Yes,' I said through tight lips. 'Yesss. Got to' fuck prick. Don't care whether it's on a man or dog. Got to stuff my cunt with meat."
"But problems remained. How, was I going to screw the animal in a bathtub. We were both too heated to take the time and locate another place for our activities. The time was now! And also, it was vital that I throw my fuck at him in a dominant manner. I'd already trained him with my flow of piss. Pierre expected me to carry on in the same manner. There was no sense in treating him any different than my men lovers, I quickly decided. And that meant only one position in a bathtub.
"Since I was already in a squatting position when the last drop of piss sizzled out the crack, I reached down and rolled the animal over and propped him up in a sort of sitting stance. At any rate, his prick was sticking straight up and pointed perfectly towards the angle of the fuck.
"'Coming sweetheart,' I told him. 'I'm going to lay you right now!' Pulling my cunt back and away from his face, I let it hover over his near bursting brownish colored cock bone. When I felt I could score a bulls eye, I sat straight down.
"Dog cock sank and disappeared into my female cunt. Pierre's head snapped back and he let out a howl that almost tore the walls apart.
"Colette's eyes almost bugged out of her face. She strained over the tub. 'Let me see, let me see,' she cackled excitedly. She wanted to see the animal's prick disappear into the cunt of a human. To placate her, I flexed my knees again and slowly raised myself. The cock bone showed itself red, livid, alive and near bursting.
"'Beautiful,' Colette whispered in an awestricken voice. 'As often as I fucked Pierre I was never able to get a good look at his bone as it stroked in and out of my pussy hole.' She reached down and touched the shaft with a finger which she held under her nostrils and sniffed. 'Smells of cunt,' she murmured. 'And it's so wet, so hot. Hmmmnnn but I'm beginning to feel jealous.' However, she made this latter remark with a half-smile.
"Still squatting over the dog's stiffened cock rod, I said, 'No need to feel jealous. No reason you can't get in this act too."
"'How?' she demanded to know. 'How?'
"I quickly explained the situation. 'As I pull my ass up, the bone is exposed. That's when you can lean over and lick Pierre's cock. Of course,' I cautioned, 'you'll get a taste of my pussy, too."
"Colette chuckled. 'No problem. I've eaten pussy before. Sure I'll lick Pierre's prick as it slides in and out of your cunt.' And she rolled a tongue over her lips and added in a most dreamy manner. 'Licking your cunt that's just leaked piss is really going to turn me on."
"'Go,' I urged. 'Go. I'm turning on right now. Can't hold back another second.' And having uttered this very true statement, I started to pound that dog's prick like I never fucked a cock before in my entire life. A wild, rapturous look pulled my mouth wide apart, my eyes gleamed, my tits flapped up and down and the jelly-like cheeks of my ass joggled about over the stomach of the animal.
"Colette couldn't keep her snout out of this kind of action. Leaning over the edge of the tub as far as possible without falling in, she brought her face to the area of our genitals. In fact, she was now about to stick out her tongue and lick the dog's bone as it entered and disappeared inside my pussy pocket.
"This three-way deal heated up my cunt to such an extent that in no time at all, I felt the forces of lust press heavily down over my genitals. Various warning signals reached me.
"'Gota ... blow,' I managed to get out the all-important announcement. If possible, I'd like the others to climax along with me. Colette's tongue was busy lapping away at her dog's cock and my cunt. But her hands were playing with her own box, and her ass was pumping back and forth against the edge of the tub. She, too, was capable of a masturbatory ejaculation. As for Pierre the dog, I could tell he was nearing the point of emission. Emmersed in my cunt, I felt the walls of his penis grow even more thicker and the tissues began to emit even more heat. From experience I knew the male was about to blow.
"When the cuntal storm clouds broke, I sat heavily down on the dog's body as the juices of lust spilled unabatedly through the crack. At that moment, the dog's gun barked its head off deep inside the well of my cunt. And Colette's arms windmilled through the air as she straightened, staggered backwards on weakening knees and squatted over the toilet again to let the juices stream through her own love hole.
"Naturally, I never forgot my first experience at dog fucking. It stayed with me for many years. Even after I married. And when my sex life with my husband grew dull, I yearned once again for the wild excitment a dog's prick once brought to me...."
ANALYST: Did you engage in bestiality during your marriage?
RENEE: At first, no. My marriage was good. My husband was an exciting lover.
A: What happened?
R: He became too preoccupied with his job. He forgot his sexuality. He grew duller and duller. Finally, I dreaded the occasions when he'd fuck me.
A: Also, he was away a great deal. R: Yes, he'd stay away for weeks. His job. That's when I started to remember the wonderful excitement I once knew when I fucked Colette's dog.
A: You decided to resume bestial activities? R: No, not at first. I was content to daydream along those lines. A: Daydream and masturbate? R: Yes, that's right. I jacked off constantly while I fantasized myself screwing a dog. A: And eventually you sought direct intercourse with animals.
R: Yes. My husband became so dull, I hadn't had a climax for many months. Naturally, I had to have relief.
A: You trained a dog for yourself?
R: Yes. It wasn't difficult. A one year old French poodle is ready to be bred. The mere odor of a female will make his erect. Alone with him, I let him smell my naked, perfumed body.
He boned up.
A: And you had direct genital intercourse?
R: Yes. Once a dog of that age bones up, he'll try and fuck anything. Your knee, your elbow ... anything. I merely undressed, exposed my cunt and let him pound it. A: You were able to climax? R: Easily. It was so exciting. The little devil was a natural cunt fucker. A: Will you go back to men? R: No. I'm through with them. They're too hard to manage. A: But a dog is different. R: That's right. A dog is always ready to fuck. And they love to be dominated. I'll never go back to fucking men!
ANALYSIS OF CASE HISTORY FOUR
Life in the suburbs of a large French city is no different than in any other country. Quite often, a childless married couple reach the middle-aged blues. The husband loses interest in sex, and the wife wanders. In the case of Renee T. an earlier experience with bestiality directed her path. Reaching her forties, she found a life of intolerable boredom with a husband who quite often remained away from home for weeks at a time. A highly sexed woman, she needed an outlet. Because she associated dullness with a man, her husband, she didn't look for other men. She became involved with the practice of bestiality.
In accepting a dog for a lover, Renee T. followed the example of many other middle-aged French women who were looking for something different, more exciting to spice up their sex life. And like Renee T. they reported full satisfaction with an animal lover.
CONCLUSIONS
Sexual affairs between women and animals are on the increase in France today. And this is not because French women are more sexually sophisticated than women in other countries. The reverse is true contrary to popular notion. Woman's Lib has finally reached the France of the 1970s and many women of all classes are experimenting with animals in search of a more satisfactory orgasm. For years, they were reared to believe sex was dirty. They no longer buy that story. And they're more determined to find themselves, sexually than French women of previous generations.
