A number of recent reports about teenage girls' exploits with their pets have appeared in the press. One sexually inquisitive adolescent was deflowered by her boxer dog. Another teen ager, whose sexual adventures suggested nymphomania, admitted to having sexual relations with her pony. Another teenage girl put on human-animal sex shows for her boyfriends. Still another teenager admitted that she had experimented with bestiality after watching a porno movie involving a girl and a police dog. Another adolescent indulged in human-animal sex as a sideshow for her older brother, with whom she was having an incestuous affair. And so it goes.
Although alarming to the uninformed, bestiality is as old as men. Ancient myths are filled with legends of. girls and women who have cohabited with animals or half-animals and allegedly with great success. Greek mythology contains numerous examples of human-animal sex, as do the legends of other ancient societies. The human fascination for bestiality continues to this day, as can be seen from numerous examples. Porno movies featuring girls and dogs do a brisk business and live exhibitions featuring girls and dogs do a brisk business and live exhibitions featuring girls and animals are well attended. Wealthy men often pay young girls to stage such performances for their private benefit. Books concerning bestiality enjoy a wide readership and many expressions in use in everyday speech clearly indicate an underlying current of animal-sexual magnetism.
What accounts for such wide interest in bestiality? For one thing, animals are considered to have qualities that humans consider desirable as far as sex is concerned. Animals are supposedly aggressive, uninhibited, sexually unrepressed, brave and gifted with great sexual potency. In an apparent attempt to acquire such qualities by magical association, athletic teams are often named after animals. Such names are often dripping with animal-sexual connotations, such as the Los Angeles Rams or the South Caroline Gamecocks.
Although in this book we are going to concentrate on the animal sexual experiences of teen age girls, adolescent girls are by no means the only practitioners of bestiality. As readers of the author's works are aware, women of all age groups participate in bestiality. However, the individual motivations for such behavior often vary according to age. Older women often resort to bestiality because of an absence of satisfactory adult partners. The lonely widow who pours gravy on her genitals for the delectation of her French poodle is not simply a creation of pornographic writers; such women in fact exist and in much larger numbers than is generally understood.
However, teenage girls who participate in animal sexual experiences are rarely motivated by loneliness or social isolation. The motivations of such girls vary from pure sexual inquisitiveness to nymphomaniac necessity. Such girls often prefer animal sex because it lacks the emotional commitments and dangers that lurk in human relationships. Because of their youth, such girls have more pliant personalities than older women and are therefore more venture some in their sexual activities. Just as such girls might smoke pot or engage in other activities that adults would frown upon or downright condemn, girls of this age often experiment with bestiality just to see what it's like.
Teenage girls are often persuaded to experiment with bestiality by male acquaintances, including brothers and other relatives with whom they have developed incestuous relationships. Indeed, the human male is fascinated by the sight of a girl copulating with an animal, and often goes to great lengths to observe bestial demonstrations. Since teenage girls are more tractable and sexual adventurous than older women, they are frequently sought out by males who desire human-animal sexual exhibitions.
There are no geographic connotations to teen age bestiality. Rural areas with their general loneliness, isolation and ready availability of animals have historically been prime breeding grounds for bestiality, both male and female. However; there are numerous reports of girls who live in urban areas who experiment with animal contacts. Many young women who keep dogs ostensibly for security purposes are in fact only indulging habits that they picked up in their teens. Teenage bestiality occurs not only in this country, but all over the world. Numerous cases have been reported both in Europe and Asia in recent years.
There are those who think that bestiality is confined to the lower economic classes. For the most part, this is simply another manifestation of class snobbery. In fact, as a number of studies have shown, growing wealth, affluence and education make sexual gratification all the more difficult to attain and often leads to experimentation in the more far out forms of sexual activity. As a result, Lesbianism, bestiality, sadomasochism and other forms of sexual behavior generally defined as deviate or offbeat are more often found as one moves up the economic scale.
Teenage girls and other females as well, often indulge in bestiality as a defense against Lesbian tendencies. For various reasons beyond the scope of this work, many females are highly fearful of becoming Lesbians and will go off on various sexual by-ways to avoid Lesbianism. Some girls resort to bestiality after a preliminary and guilt-laden filing with Lesbianism. Others indulge in bestiality without any overt Lesbian experience, but an analysis of their underlying motives discloses strong but latent Lesbian tendencies.
There are numerous myths about animal sexuality and interviews with teenage girls show that most of them have been completely taken in by such beliefs. For example, it is widely believed that an animal is capable of providing much greater sexual satisfaction than a human male. Indeed, it is believed by some that a woman who has made it with an animal will never again truly enjoy sex with a human male. (A similar and related myth is the notion that a white woman who has been sexually gratified by a black male will never enjoy sex with a white man again.)
The facts, of course, are quite otherwise. Animal sex if often totally crude and brutally quick. Ejaculation is almost automatic and foreplay non-existent. As a result, it is quite impossible for an animal to provide true physical gratification for a human female. However, the test of sexual satisfaction is what one believes and a woman who is convinced that animal sex is more satisfying will in fact be more satisfied. Thus, we may say that the myth of greater animal sexual satisfaction has a psychic reality.
Another widespread myth about animal sexuality is the idea that animals are sexually attracted to human females. For an animal, sexual excitement is produced by the sense of smell rather than visual attractiveness. Apart from some rudimentary interest in feminine odors, animals have no basic sexual instinct to ward human partners and the initiative for such encounters must necessarily come from the human involved. Women who become involved with animals often come up with rather elaborate excuses and rationalizations for such con duct and often more or less try to pin the blame on the animal involved. To understand such behavior, one must be able to cast aside such nationalizations to grasp the true motivations involved.
Another and similar myth is the notion that animals are capable of raping women. Women who have animal contacts often paint rather vivid pictures of being physically attacked and overwhelmed by an animal. The fact is, of course, that rape is entirely a human phenomenon. Animals do not rape and in fact have intercourse only when the female is in heat. Thus, in the animal world sex is employed purely for the purposes of procreation, although that is not to say that the male animal does not enjoy it. All of this of course does not prevent women from weaving fantasies about their experiences with animals and rape is a favorite rationalization who have given way to a fling with bestiality.
In this book, we intend to examine the subject of teenage girls and animal contacts. Bestiality has long been a subject forbidden by law, scripture and common morality and has been universally condemned. However, the relative frequency of animal contacts, particularly by young and impressionable girls, calls for a thoughtful reexamination of the entire subject. In this book, we will concentrate on actual case histories of teenage animal contacts with their related problems: incest, nymphomania, virginity, exhibitionism and the like.
-Daniel Lyons Chicago, Illinois May, 1974
CHAPTER ONE - BESTIALITY AND THE TEENAGER
Subject: Wendy
File: D.L. 114
Age: 16
"Oh, that itch in my pussy is driving me crazy!" sixteen-year-old Wendy thought to herself as she squirmed in her seat at the consolidated rural high school where she was a sophomore.
Blonde, vivacious and well endowed physically, Wendy was a bright, attractive girl who had ambitions of becoming a stewardess. In that way, she could see the world and escape the limitations imposed by the small town where she lived. She loved to dress in an eye-catching manner designed to advertise her wares to the world. At the moment, she was dressed in a form fitting cashmere sweater molded tightly around her buxom young figure and short skirt that revealed shapely legs attired in sheer tan nylon.
"I can't wait to get out of here!" she half whispered to herself as the class dragged on.
Late afternoons were always an uneasy time for the attractive teenager. Her skin fitting pantyhose which she wore to conform with current fashions acted as a constant irritant against the full pink lips of her vulva and would almost invariably produce an almost allergic itch after a few hours. At times, she could barely refrain from fingering herself as she squirmed her way through her final classes of the day.
Like many girls in her age group, Wendy was a sexually adventurous young lady. She had lost her virginity at thirteen to an older boy in the neighborhood and that first experience had led to many others with various boys. She had experimented with most forms of sex, including fellatio, which she rather enjoyed although she was always a little surprised that it seemed to drive the boys as crazy as it did. But Wendy had had other sexual experiences that many of her classmates had never even dreamed about and in fact there were times when she felt that she actually preferred those experiences. She had never told anyone about them and at times she wondered about herself.
At last, the bell rang to dismiss classes for the day. Feeling pleasantly relieved that it was all over, Wendy gathered up her books and pre pared to walk home. She lived only a short distance from the school and always walked back and forth unless the weather prohibited it.
"Can I walk you home?" Hank Wilson, one of the older boys asked, a hopeful note in his voice.
The two of them had been intimate before and it was therefore quite apparent what he had in mind.
"No, not today!" Wendy replied, giving him a pleasant smile so as not to hurt his feelings.
As she walked home, the pretty teenager couldn't help wondering why she had turned Hank down. She could vividly recall that he possessed a nice, thick sausage and didn't suffer from problems of premature ejaculation that had spoiled so many of her youthful experiences. However, he didn't have quite all she wanted at the moment and she knew who did.
As she approached her home, her heart began pounding faster and she began walking with a quicker step. She started to feel slightly light headed and could already feel her feminine dew starting to bubble at the prospects ahead. It was her mother's afternoon to play bridge, so she knew she would have the privacy she needed.
In the front yard, she caught sight of the prize boxer her father had raised from a pup. He was a magnificent animal and had placed highly in several contests in which he had been entered.
"Alexander!" the cute teenager cried out in an elated voice.
The huge animal seemed to come alive at the sound of his young mistress' voice. Bounding toward the front gate, he eagerly awaited her arrival.
Almost running, Wendy quickly reached the gate. Her face was flushed and anyone who saw her could easily see that she was quite excited. "Now don't knock me down, Alex!" she cautioned the animal, knowing from previous experience what he was capable of.
Wendy opened the gate and braced herself for her pet's assault. Alexander rushed forward, his nose pressing directly against the front of his young mistress' skirt as he whiffed eagerly for any scent that might promise greater things to come.
"Oh!" Wendy squealed. "Not in public!"
Before she could succeed in pushing his head aside, the husky canine almost succeeded in getting his nose completely under her skirt.
"Please, Alex!" the pretty teenager protested in a breathless voice, the tone of which suggested that she was not at all displeased with his vigorous animal approach. "Please, take it easy! Wait till we're inside!"
Apparently understanding the gist of what she was saying, Alexander stepped aside and allowed her through the gate. Obviously in an expectant and happy mood, the oversize beast accompanied the shapely teenager into the house. Feeling giddy and lightheaded, Wendy found herself in a mood of warm anticipation. Girlish honey filled her pantyhose and panties and left them plastered tightly against her.
"Here, you want a whiff?" she asked in a playful voice.
Alexander stood frozen in his tracks, watching his young mistress with great attention. Her face hotly flushed, Wendy grasped the hem of her short skirt with both hands and began lifting it upward. Realizing what she was doing, Alexander began moving forward as Wendy's skirt came up to reveal girlish curves outlined in sheer, clinging pantyhose and tiny turquoise panties. The moisture which had soaked through her panties was clearly evident.
"Like it?" Wendy asked teasingly.
Without further ado, the oversize animal pressed his nose against the front of her panties and began sniffing eagerly. It was quite evident that he thoroughly appreciated the feminine odors his nostrils were inhaling and in his excitement he backed her against a wall.
"Hey, don't tear my panties!" Wendy pro tested, laughing excitedly. The pretty teenager had lost count of the number of times she had romped with the huge animal, but each time seemed almost as exciting as that very first time about a year ago.
Alexander continued whiffing excitedly, as if he couldn't get enough of that sexual aroma that pervaded his young mistress' panties. Once or twice, his long pink canine prick emerged from its foreskin sheath in anxious expectation of what was to follow.
"Come on, let's go into the bedroom!" Wendy said. Knowing that her mother would not be home for at least a couple of hours, she knew it would be safe for them to indulge themselves indoors. If her mother had been at home, Wendy would simply have arranged to take Alexander for a "walk." The two of them had discovered numerous exciting places outdoors where they could play the games that Wendy believed to be quite unique.
Whiffing at the rear of his mistress' skirt, the husky dog accompanied her to the bedroom.
"Now, wait till I get ready!" Wendy cautioned, patting him affectionately on the head.
The attractive teenager pulled her tight sweater off over the top of her head, mussing her blonde hair slightly and revealing a well filled brassiere of white stretch lace. Although she could feel her excitement steadily mounting, she moved slowly to prolong those pleas ant feelings of anticipation she was experiencing. Alexander watched her with obvious impatience, although his prior experiences should have told him that his young mistress like to daily at such moments.
"Oh, Alex, my pussy feels so nice and creamy!" Wendy told him in a sugary voice that revealed her underlying excitement. "I know you're just going to love it!"
Her ripe young breasts were beginning to swell with erotic anticipation and she could feel the pressure against her confining bra. Reaching behind her back, she quickly un snapped the straps and breathed a sigh of relief as the pressure against her breasts subsided. Her pink tipped breasts spilled from the cups of the bra as she peeled it off and tossed it aside and Alexander's body stiffened perceptibly as he caught sight of the two red tip that contrasted vividly with her white flesh.
"Oh, Alex, wait a minute, can't you." Wendy asked with an amused laugh as the husky animal started forward. "I'll be ready in a sec!" she added as she kicked off her shoes.
Alex stopped, pawing somewhat impatiently with his front paws. His tongue was hanging out and he was panting with obvious excitement.
Wendy peeled off her skirt and quickly tossed it over the back of a chair. Slipping her finger tips into the waistband of her pantyhose, she pulled them down along with her panties and hastily extricated them from her feet. She straightened up just in time to find Alexander's cold nose right in her cute pussy.
"Eeek!" the pretty teenager shrilled, laughing excitedly as the animal's quick movements took her by surprise. "Give me a chance!"
The prize boxer whiffed appreciatively, his nostrils quivering at the intriguing feminine aromas that tantalized them. With surprising quickness, he extended his tongue and aimed a long, wet swipe at the pretty pink groove.
"Eek!" Wendy squealed once again, her knees almost buckling as Alexander's powerful tongue sent electric currents racing through her pussy, "oh, Alex, oh my!" she exclaimed, wriggling with girlish excitement and caressing his head with both hands.
His huge body trembling with erotic anticipation, Alexander aimed another swipe of his tongue at his young mistress' pink crease. The taste of feminine honey on his tongue was an obvious aphrodisiac for him and his bright pink cock peeped instinctively from its foreskin.
"Like it?" Wendy asked in the babyish voice that females reserve for dogs and young infants. "I'm going to let you ream me out today!"
Turning her back suddenly, the saucy teen ager reached back with both hands and quickly spread the cheeks of her lush white buttocks. Alexander snorted with appreciation and immediately plunged his nose into the dusky valley.
"Oooh!" Wendy exclaimed, her mouth forming a pretty oval as her face radiated with plea sure.
Alexander's long tongue swiped up and down inside the opened crevice, from time to time lap ping against the small pink hole.
"Ooh!! Ooh!" Wendy repeated again and again as Alex's capable tongue caressed her rear end. It was a treat that she had become quite fond of since inaugurating her bestial affair with the family pet.
"Here, let's make ourselves comfortable," she suggested, tossing some pillows from the bed on to the floor. She had a number of pillows in the room for that very purpose. She would have preferred that the two of them get on the bed, but an earlier venture of that type had resulted in a torn bedspread and some questions from her mother.
His nose continually poking at his pretty mistress' bottom, Alexander waited impatiently as she stacked the pillows on the floor. When she had arranged them to suit her, Wendy stretched out face down on them and once again reached back with both hands to spread her bottom cheeks wide open. Alexander barked lightly, as if her appreciated what he saw.
"Go on, Alexander, ream me!" Wendy told him. "I want you to lick my asshole first and then my pussy. I know you're just dying to fuck me, but I'm going to make you work for it!"
As if he understood what she was telling him, Alexander dutifully pressed his nose into the open crevice and once again Wendy felt his long, strong tongue going to work.
"Oh, that's the way, Alex!" the cute teenager exclaimed with a satisfied sigh. "I need it so bad! And there's no one who can ream a girl like you can! No one in the whole world!"
The husky canine swiped his tongue the full length of the shadowy valley, although he concentrate most of his efforts on the small, crinkly pink hole. The residue of fecal matter, or the aroma of it, which he apparently found there appeared to have a highly erotic effect on him. His entire body trembled violently from time to time and looking back over her shoulder Wendy could glimpse his bright pink cock extending from its foreskin and then retracting with instinctive jerks. The sight of that gleaming animal organ sent excited shivers racing through her whole body and she could feel pussy juice bubbling up with one gush after another.
"Oh, that feels good, Alex!" she spoke in an encouraging voice. "Try to get your tongue clear inside me! Clean me out real good!"
Using both hands, Wendy tried to open up her pink hole as much as possible Apparently tantalized by the fecal aroma assaulting his nostrils, Alexander enthusiastically plunged into the assignment with abandon. His long tongue flicked against the lush, tender meat, as if he intended to lap up every last tidbit he could reach.
"Ooh! Oh, that's the way, Alex!" Wendy said, squirming and wriggling prettily on the floor as Alex's canine tongue flicked the exquisitely tender inner areas of her anal channel.
Panting and snorting with animal excitement, Alexander trembled with arousal as he tasted his mistress' exquisitely soft meat.
"Now, I'm going to feed you a nice box lunch!" Wendy announced impulsively.
She quickly turned over on to her back and lay with her pretty legs open to fully expose her teenage pussy. As Alexander whiffed happily with his nose, she quickly reached down with both hands and used her fingertips to open the pink petals of her young cunny. The two plump folds came open with an audible squishing sound and Alexander snorted with enthusiasm as he saw the lush feminine meat on display before him.
"Eat me, Alex! Go on, eat your supper!" she told him.
The excited animal needed no encouragement. He dived head first into the moist feminine underbrush and his long tongue sliced decisively through the open slit.
"Oooh! Oooh!" Wendy squealed and shuddered violently at the firm, almost rough, animal caress. Shivers raced through her adolescent body and gushes of feminine dew erupted from her pink opening.
Obviously intoxicated by the smell and taste of his mistress' juices, Alexander lapped at her open gash with noisy slurps of his long tongue. Wendy wriggled and thrust her hips back and forth as his canine tongue torment and tantalized her young pussy, sending electric shock waves racing through her body each time it touched her magic button.
"Oh, wow, Alexander!" the pretty blonde ex claimed.
"This is terrific! You're really turning on!"
The oversexed young teenager began to experience that hot, itching sensation between her legs that could drive her almost crazy at times. Her plush young breasts were taut with feminine erectness and she moved her hips around with undulating motions. From time to time, she could catch a glimpse of Alexander's massive cock extending from its sheath and the thought of having that gigantic muscle deep inside her made her shudder with wild anticipation.
"Oh, Alex, you're the greatest pussy eater ever!" she gasped, although she was almost too breathless to get the words out distinctly.
Although the huge animal was eating her with great enthusiasm, she could sense his great impatience to complete the bestial copulation. His body constantly trembled and she could his gleaming pink muscle repeatedly emerging from its foreskin before withdrawing. He was panting quite hard and from time to time pawed impatiently with one or both front paws.
"Okay, Alex, I guess you've earned it!" Wendy told the excited animal. For her part, the shapely teenager was highly aroused and her young pussy was dripping with anticipation of the dog fucking it was soon to receive. She was always amazed at Alexander's ability to raise to such heights of sexual intoxication. No boy had ever come close to achieving the same effect.
The prize boxer watched intently as his mistress quickly turned over and got into a kneeling position on her knees and forearms. Gasping with excitement, Wendy leaned far forward so that she could look back between her legs and watch the animal penetration that would soon transpire. Her hips were sticking up higher than the rest of body and she felt deliciously vulnerable with her dripping pussy quite exposed to Alexander's canine assault.
"Okay, Alex!" she gave him the final signal to proceed.
As if he couldn't wait a second longer, Alexander reared back on his hind legs and quickly mounted his human partner's naked body with one vigorous movement. His bright pink and gleaming animal organ slid out of its covering and awaited the bestial coupling soon to occur.
"Oooh!" Wendy gasped as she suddenly felt the huge animal's weight resting on her back. She had braced herself for it, but still had to struggle to keep from collapsing. Looking between her legs, she could see Alexander's canine cock extended as he maneuvered to complete the connection. His front pays slid around her rib cage and she felt almost helpless in his firm grip.
"Fuck me, Alex! Fuck me!" she gasped in a pleading voice. "I need it so bad!"
Alexander maneuvered around until his ex tended prick make contact with Wendy's swollen, dripping pussy lips. Knowing what was about to happen, the overwrought teenager tried to brace herself for the attack. Once the tip of his long, thick penis was between her open lips, Alexander's instincts completely took command and his cock rammed into her with lighting-like speed.
"OOOH!" Wendy screamed. It felt as if a hot, burning knife had suddenly been jammed deep into her midsection. No boy in the world could ever achieve that effect. It was downright painful, but it was the type of erotic pain that she had come to love.
"Ooooh, Alex!" the shapely teenager gasped in a distraught voice.
Alexander's long canine cock filled her vagina nearly to the breaking point and tears automatically came to her eyes as her body sagged under his heavy weight. The husky animal did not pause to savor its human conquest, but immediately began pumping back and forth with powerful, purely instinctive thrusts that penetrated to the full extent with each forward thrust.
"Oh, fuck me, Alex! Fuck me!" Wendy ex claimed, gasping hard and shuddering violently each time Alexander's bone-hard prick rammed deep into her dripping pussy. Warm waves of sheer animal excitement were surging through her body and the cute teenager quickly found herself being carried to ecstatic heights of sexual achievements that were simply impossible with a human partner. Feminine fluids constantly foamed up in her vagina, while the contracting muscles of her young cunt futilely tried to grab at the rapidly plunging canine cock as it surged back and forth in her with the speed and force of a jackhammer.
"Oh, I'm going crazy, Alex!" she cried out, thrusting her hips around furiously in response to the beast's almost brutal canine thrusts. "Oh, I can't believe anything could feel so good!"
His front paws clasped firmly around his prisoner's rib cage, the sturdy boxer pumped with reflective jerks that were much faster than normal human strokes. The bizarre canine assault soon had Wendy totally breathless and gasping frantically for air. There was a hot, burning sensation deep in her pussy and the fires were spreading through her loins and en tire body. The oversexed teenager could hardly believe that anything could compare with that raw, bestial sex she was experiencing.
"Oh, Alex! Oh, my!! Ooh! Oooh!" With each passing moment, the young girls cries and exclamations of erotic arousal became more frantic and distraught. Her face was hotly flushed and tears of excitement were running down both cheeks. From time to time, she tried to look between her legs so that she could actually see Alex's rapidly moving prick banging back and forth inside her, but her tears blinded her vision.
Alexander handled her and controlled her as if he owned her, as if she were really his own bitch. Squirming and carrying on beneath his powerful body, Wendy felt as if he actually possessed her and knew that he was too aroused to stop even if she wanted him to. It was always an incredible sensation and made Wendy feel as if she were also pure animal.
Alexander thrust forward with one final brutal shove and Wendy suddenly felt dog come spurting into her with hot blasts. It felt as if a powerful garden hose had been turned loose inside her and the sheer power behind all that fluid was simply unbelievable. Screaming ecstatically, the pretty teenager found herself giving way to a spasmodic orgasm that hit her like a bomb going off.
"Oooh! Ow! Ooooh!" Wendy gasped and fought for breath. Her first orgasm was quickly followed by another, slightly less intense but still quite powerful.
One blast after another of hot dog cream poured into her hot, swollen pussy and the ecstatic teenager clutched at Alex's long, hard bone in an effort to hold it inside her as long as possible. But undeterred by her efforts to pro long the episode, the powerful animal dismounted the moment his task was completed and stood panting over his breathless victim. Collapsing on the floor and struggling to re gain her composure, Wendy was quite beside herself with sexual contentment.
"Oh, you sure are Alexander the Great!" she remarked as she caught her breath.
Wendy, a nickname for Gwendolyn, was referred to me by her school psychologist, who had a vague idea what her problem might be but felt unqualified to pursue it. At first glance, one could see that she was a bright, pretty girl who would have no difficulty attracting the opposite sex. She was dressed in an appealing sweater and skirt combination and it was apparent that she knew all the tricks for obtaining masculine attention.
We talked rather generally at first and she filled me in with her background of sexual experiences with boys in her age group. They were quite typical for a girl of her age. but her generally evasive manner indicated that she was holding out something. However, she made several oblique references to her dog and that led me to ask her outright if she had had any sexual experiences with her pet.
"Yes," she finally admitted after stalling for a few moments. "I'm sure I must be crazy, but that fact is that I just love being fucked by a dog. I mean, it's so physical and rugged and there's just no way a boy can bang you like that. I don't suppose many girls try it, but I don't see how you could help getting hooked on it once you try it."
I explained to her that many girls her age and older experimented with animal contacts, so that her experiences were not nearly as unique as she assumed them to be. She seemed genuinely surprised at this and more than a little relieved, as if it made her feel less abnormal to have company in the remote country she was exploring. I asked her where she had gotten the idea of having sex with her dog.
"It was all an impulse," she replied. "It just happened all of a sudden; I had never thought of it until a few minutes before it happened. Even at that, it was sort of an accident. One evening I came in from a date that had been quite frustrating; the boy I had been out with had come so fast that I had that half-fucked feeling that can drive a girl crazy. When I got home, my parents were still out at a party.
"I hadn't bothered putting my panties back on and started fingering myself right there on our leather couch while I watched late night television. Of course, I felt a little silly playing with myself, but I was so hot I had to do something. A girl friend of mine let her brother fuck her when she was in a similar condition and I think I would have done the same if I had had a brother.
"Alexander was stretched out on the floor napping when I came in and didn't pay much attention to me at first. However, after awhile he sat up and seemed to be quite attentive. In retrospect, I guess his keen scent had picked up some girlish aromas in the air. Anyway, after a few moments he got up and started looking at me in a rather quizzical fashion. Since I'm something of an exhibitionist, I laughed and thought it was quite amusing to have him watching me finger myself.
"He started edging over to me and it was at this point that I noticed he was sniffing the air rather gingerly. Even at this point, I didn't actually think about having sex with him. However, it was amusing to see that he was kind of interested in me and I thought it might be even more interesting if I let him have a real whiff of pussy. I was a little worried that he might bite me, but that didn't deter me. I started telling him to come over and take a sniff and he kept moving slowly forward as if he were interested but was a little afraid I was trying to trick him in some way.
"Finally, he got real close to me and started sniffing very curiously. I was laughing and saying things like, 'Like it, boy? Like it?' All of a sudden, without giving me any warning, he stuck out his tongue and gave my pussy a long, wet swipe. Wow!! I let out a squeal and jumped about a foot in the air. I had never felt anything like that before and could tell right away that Alex had possibilities I hadn't realized.
"Apparently thinking I was mad at him, Alex sort of slunk back and waited for the worst. However, he had completely misread the situation. My heart was pounding wildly as I settled back down on the couch, with my skirt up and legs wide open. 'Go on, do it some more, Alex!' I coaxed him. 'Go on, let me feel that nice tongue of yours!' At the time I really didn't think about what it might lead to; it was just some amusement of the moment.
"Alex seemed rather uncertain, but after a moment's hesitation moved forward between my legs once again. After sniffing my pussy all over in a thoroughly exploratory manner, he stuck out his tongue and gave me another swipe. Once again my body jerked as if it had been struck by lightning. My feminine cream bubbled up with a hot gush and Alex got a nice taste of it. 'Go on, Alex, lick me all over!' I urged him. 'I really need it!'
"By this time, Alex had more confidence and it was apparent that he liked lapping up my feminine cream. That long tongue of his sent shivers up and down my spine and soon had me squirming and thrusting my hips around with quick, jerky movements. 'Keep doing it, Alex!' I heard myself telling him. 'Keep doing it! Go on!' An impulse told me I should stop before things went too far, but I told myself it was just a temporary affair that didn't mean a thing.
"My pussy was really hot and creamy by this time and I was afraid that Alex would lose interest and just stop. However, his reaction was quite different from what I had imagined it might be. With each passing moment, he seemed to be getting more and more excited. He was panting and snorting and he kept shuddering violently from time to time. At that time, I really didn't know too much about animal sex and at first didn't realize that those violent shudders meant that he was sexually aroused. Not being able to tell me what he wanted, he seemed terribly frustrated and didn't seem to know what to do.
"While I was squirming around on the couch, I happened to catch sight of Alex's long, pink cock emerging and then retracting into its fore skin. The sight of that crude canine organ really made my blood race. The idea of actually let ting him fuck me hit me like a thunderbolt. At first, the only thing that held me back was the fear that it might cause some kind of damage. But I was so aroused that I decided to take a chance. Once again something told me that I should stop right then and there, but again I told myself that it was just something I was going to do once and that was all.
"Of course, I didn't really know how to go about it. I slid off the couch on to my back with my skirt up to my waist and my legs open and up. Alex barked with excitement and stood astride me with the gleaming ramrod extended to its full length. My God, was it ever huge! My pussy was simply on fire and I knew I just had to have that hose inside me. I told myself that it was crazy, but that didn't deter me.
"I grabbed a couple of pillows off the couch and slid them under my hips to elevate them. That helped a lot and Alex started maneuvering around to try to get us connected. It was obvious that he didn't want to hurt me, but he was quite excited and the two of us were rather clumsy. He squatted down and I wriggled my little ass around until our organs were aligned.
"And then, wowee!! Alexander rammed it home with one mighty thrust. It felt as if a torpedo had slammed into me. I screamed and my legs flew up around his hairy back. It was a totally unbelievable sensation. No boy had ever given me a charge like that and I simply went wild. Gasping and crying with excitement, I started throwing my ass around under him in all directions.
"Right then and there, Alexander taught me what it was like to be soundly and thoroughly dog fucked! Did he ever do a job on me! His instincts were completely in possession of him and he slammed that hard, hot cock of his back and forth in me in a thoroughly punishing fashion that would have made any girl die of de light. I could hardly believe those sensations that started in my pussy and spread through my whole body. Each time that stiff bone of his rammed in to the hilt, my entire body jerked and flopped around as if I'd been hit by a train. Feminine cream was flowing out of me like some river that had overflow its banks and I could feel the juices trickling all over the place.
"Alex rammed me fast and furious and then
"Alex rammed me fast and furious and then he started coming! Wow, that was something else! When that dog come started spraying around inside me, it felt as if some fountain had gone off. Unless a girl's been fucked by a dog, you don't know what it's like to get a blast like that. I mean with a boy, you can hardly feel it at all, but with a dog it's something else again. Alexander's hot, surging come drove me into a frenzy and I started going off like a string of firecrackers on the fourth of July. Right then and there, I knew I was hooked on dog sex no matter how bizarre others might think it to be."
Wendy's cheeks were hotly flushed by the time she finished her story and it was apparent that she had been vividly re-living it in her imagination. The incident she had described had occurred approximately a year ago and I asked her how many animal contacts she had had since that time.
"I don't know," Wendy replied with a shrug that indicated that she really did not know. "Several times a week. I try to stay away from it and just fuck boys, but it never works. I simply can't get the right kind of charge without that combination of Alexander's tongue and cock. I'd advise any girl who's thinking about fucking a dog to stay away from it. Believe me, it's pretty powerful stuff. Once you get hooked on it, it's kind of like dope."
We discussed Wendy's problem at some length and I advised her that the only solution for her hang-up was to quit cold turkey. She agreed that this was true, but her attitude indicated that her heart really wasn't in it and that she probably would continue with her ways. A follow-up interview several months later confirmed this gloomy prognosis.
Author's comment. Wendy's case is quite typical of teenage girls who experiment with animal contacts. Adolescent girls are often unsatisfied by their sexual experiences with boys. There are various reasons for this: improper techniques of foreplay, premature ejaculation and a general masculine lack of understanding of feminine sexuality. In addition, there is a natural teenage exuberance that gets the sex act over with much too quickly for feminine satisfaction. Aroused but unsatisfied by such experiences, teenage girls look to alternative sources of gratification and too often find that the family pet is capable of providing the sexual pleasures they have been deprived of elsewhere.
Because of the emphasis on youth and teenage sexuality today, more and more adolescent girls have experimented with bestiality in recent years. Most such experiences are of a purely transitory nature and have no long range effect. Unfortunately, parents and educators who come into contact with such situations tend to overreact and condemn such behavior as per verse, depraved or even insane. As a result, girls who find themselves subjected to such a barrage of criticism are more likely to be adversely affected by the criticism than by the behavior that brought it on. Instead of such overblown criticism, the young girl should be encouraged to develop human relationships, which will in the long run prove much more satisfying.
CHAPTER TWO - BESTIALITY AND INCEST
Subject: Iris
File: D.L.
Age: Fifteen
"Hey, sis, there's something I want to show you!" seventeen-year-old Dean called out to his younger sister as he heard her passing his room.
Iris stopped dead in her tracks. She could see that her older brother was standing in his room, where a lamp behind him threw his shadow against the wall. And tracing the outline of the shadow downward, the pretty fifteen-year-old could clearly discern a handsome bulge in the front of his slacks! There was no doubt what he wanted to show her; in fact, the lewd sound in his voice would have given him away even if the shadow had not.
"Come on in!" Dean repeated the offer in that same tone of voice.
Iris found her heart beginning to pound. She always got weak as putty in the presence of a good stiff cock and this time was no exception. She told herself that she'd better run along or else she would be succumbing to temptation even if he were her own brother. She wondered why he had made the invitation to her; perhaps her reputation as an expert fellatrix was starting to get around more than she realized.
"Come on!" Dean told her. "Am I going to have to send Rocky out to get you?" he asked with a laugh, referring to his pet German Shepherd.
Iris wanted to leave, but that shadow fascinated her. There was something positively awe some about that bulge in his slacks. Unless he was playing some kind of trick on her, he had to be a terrific stud to produce a projection like that. She knew she just had to find out. Feeling flushed and apprehensive, she stuck her head inside the door.
"Hello, sis!" Dean smiled at her.
Iris gulped visibly at the sight of that huge bulge in her brother's slacks and found her knees getting buttery under her. The blood rushed to her face and the cute fifteen-year-old knew she wasn't going to be able to resist something like that.
"Let me show you something!" Dean said. Iris could not take her eyes off the lump in her brother's trousers. Her panties suddenly started filling with cream and she could feel it trickling down her legs.
"Take it out of my pants yourself!" he told her in a teasing smile.
Iris gulped. "You bastard, you know I can't resist something like that!" she told him.
Dean laughed and stood waiting for her. Feeling giddy and quite excited, Iris walked over to her older brother and reached for the zip per of his pants. Beneath it, she could feel that solid hunk of masculine meat that was obviously surging with raw power. With fumbling fingers, she pulled the zipper down and opened up his fly.
"Oh, my!" Iris gasped as her brother's bright red and magnificently erect cock sprang out into full view. The thick slab of rigid masculine meat must have been at least eight inches in length and seemed even longer to the impressionable young girl. Reaching out with her small hand, she grabbed it in a possessive squeeze and could feel herself instantly melting with feminine desire.
"Put it in your mouth!" Dean commanded.
Bending forward, Iris formed her pretty mouth into a wide oval and slipped it down over the head of her brother's sleek penis. Dean froze for a moment as he felt his kid sister's warm, wet mouth suddenly assaulting his throbbing muscle, while she held it in a tight grip with her soft hand. After a moment. Iris straightened up, smacking her lips with satisfaction at the taste of her brother's meat.
"I think it'd be more fun if we took off out clothes first!" she suggested, reaching for the buttons of her blouse.
"Okay," Dean quickly agreed. "Go away, Rocky!" he ordered his canine companion, who had suddenly taken an interest in the proceedings.
This husky German shepherd retired to a corner, where he sat watching the two people un dress. As he peeled off his clothes, Dean kept an appreciative eye on his younger sister as she disrobed. Her blouse came off, revealing a nicely filled white bra with satin smooth, steeply pointed cups. Her face prettily flushed, Iris un snapped her bra and quickly removed it. Dean's eyes widened as he watched his kid sister's lush, pink tipped breasts tumbling seductively from the cups of her bra.
"Wow, you've grown a little since the last time you let me watch you undress!" he re marked. By this time, he was completely naked and was standing there exhibiting his perfectly erect cock.
"You better believe it!" Iris replied, unfastening her jeans and quickly stepping out of them. She was wearing only a full triangle of rich, luxuriant brown hair. The pretty delta was glistening with girl juice.
"Wow!" Dean remarked as he caught sight of his younger sister's completely nude body, which was beautifully developed for a girl so young.
Her heart pounding wildly, Iris rushed forward and grabbed her brother's erect member in a tight grip. "Now you gonna' let me have a nice meat and cream sandwich?" she asked flashing a teasing smile at him.
"You bet!" he replied, promptly sitting down in the easy chair that faced the bed.
Quickly brushing her brunette hair back out of the way, Iris dropped to a kneeling position between her brother's outspread legs. Her mouth watering at the sight of his rigidly erect member, gleaming with bright red virility, the comely teenager clasped it in a tight grip and opened her mouth as far as she could. Dean's body tensed visibly as once again he felt his kid sister's delightfully wet and warm mouth surrounding his pulsing cock.
"Ooh, baby, that feels good!" He exclaimed in a voice that reflected his pleasure.
Iris worked the head in between her teeth and held it there for a moment to get used to it. Her small hand stroked the thick base with a gentle pulling effort and she could feel the blood pounding fiercely through the heavy shaft. What a terrific piece of meat her older brother possessed! Her pussy began foaming with feminine excitement and she began to feel furiously hot and itchy between the legs.
"Let's see how far you can get it into your mouth!" Dean suggested, leaning back on the bed to thoroughly enjoy being eaten by his kid sister.
"Mmmmmm!" Iris' response was inaudible but enthusiastic.
Pausing to swallow her collected saliva with a loud gulp, the shapely fifteen-year-old began working her brother's massive cock farther into her mouth. The hard, thick muscle pried her jaws open an almost uncomfortable fashion, forcing her mouth open as far as it would go. Dean was quick to discern the strained look of discomfort and excitement on his younger sister's face as more and more of his rigid organ disappeared between her pink lips.
"That's the way, sis!" he told her in an ex cited voice. "Wow, looks like you got a real mouthful!"
The sleek, bulb-shaped head of her brother's throbbing penis brushed against the roof of her mouth and penetrated nearly to her throat. Her mouth tightly crammed with rock hard cock, Iris quivered as ripples of pure sexual intoxication spread over her entire body. She was a born cocksucker, she often told herself and there was no snack she enjoyed more than a hot meat and cream sandwich.
"Mmmmm! Mmmmm!" she moaned, smacking her lips and trying to communicate her satisfaction as best she could under the circum stances.
She began sucking on her brother's pounding muscle in a slow, tantalizing fashion designed to draw out his masculine cream no matter how hard he tried to resist. His bare legs hooked around his sister's naked body, Dean watched her efforts with intense interest. There was no doubt that his kid sister was an accomplished fellatrix. She knew all the moves with her pretty mouth and there was no doubt she enjoyed it. Her facial expressions radiated physical pleasure and her young body was alive with sexual arousal.
"That's the way!" Dean told her. "Wow, what a blow job!"
Iris' salivary glands constantly worked over time, which had the effect of bathing her brother's throbbing cock in a warm pool. From time to time, she was forced to pause to swallow the excess saliva, which she managed to accomplish with noisy gulps without relinquishing her oral grip on the thick masculine muscle. She had learned the art of cocksucking from an older man who had picked her up when she had been hitchhiking just for kicks and she had put that knowledge to use on numerous occasions.
"Wow, it feels great!" Dean told his younger sister as he watched her brunette head bobbing up and down in his lap. Tormented by her pretty mouth, the young man could no longer sit still and was working his pelvis back and forth with sexual movements.
Iris drew back until just the head of her brother's pulsing member was between her lips and looked up at him. Her face was hotly flushed and her eyes were bright with promise and excitement. "You gonna' give me a real mouthful?" she asked, nibbling provocatively on the tip of his cock even as she spoke.
"Don't worry, kid! You're going to get a blast that feels like Vesuvius going off!" Dean told her.
Iris planted a highly moist kiss on the head and slipped it back inside her mouth again. She tossed her head vigorously from side to side for a few moments and then abruptly stopped and drew back until once again just the tip was inside her mouth. By this time, her pussy was itching so furiously that she couldn't resist fingering herself. Feminine juices quickly covered her fingers in a thoroughly sticky manner.
"Save some for my pussy, too!" she said, looking up at him with her bright, flashing eyes.
"Don't worry!" Dean assured her. "I got at least two loads inside me! Maybe three!"
Tantalized by his sister's wet, probing mouth, the well built teenager was gradually starting to lose his self-control. That pleasant itch in his pounding penis was beginning to become almost unbearable and his hips were beginning to jerk back and forth with purely reflexive movements.
"Mmmmm!" Iris moaned with excitement as once again she plunged her brother's thick cock back into her mouth.
This time she turned her head to one side and then to the other, allowing the large crown to press outward first against one cheek and then the other. She particularly enjoyed the sensation of having a boy's cock penetrating her mouth at various angles, especially the feeling of having a velvety smooth penis head in contact with her soft inner cheeks. Dean watched his younger sister with undisguised excitement.
"Wow, that's the way!" he told her, observing the bulges that appeared in her cheeks as she turned her head from one side to the other.
Realizing that she had tormented her older brother almost to the breaking point, Iris abruptly ceased dallying and resumed sucking with uninhibited enthusiasm. Pausing only to swallow her excess saliva, the cute brunette bobbed her head rapidly up and down in her brother's lap. Using one hand to stroke the long trunk and the other to finger her own damp, sticky pussy, she plunged his pounding cock in nearly in to her throat with each downward thrust. She was nearly breathless and constantly emitted gargling, half-strangled sounds that revealed her sexual abandonment.
"Oh, wow, that's the way, baby!" Dean ex claimed in an excited voice.
The young man stood it as long as he could and then grasped his sister's brunette head firmly in both hands. Jerking and thrusting his hips back and forth with muscular movements, he began forcefully moving his sister's head up and down in his lap with both hands. Caught in the tight vise of masculine sexual arousal, Iris surrendered with feminine submissiveness and allowed herself to be face-fucked in a vigorous, forceful fashion that was wildly exciting. Her fingers tickled her clitoris and the spasms from that tiny magic button radiated through her en tire body.
"Mmmmm! Mmmmm!" Iris moaned and groaned as her well built brother moved her head rapidly up and down in his lap. She could sense the explosion that was soon to follow and braced herself for the onslaught.
Holding his sister's head in a firm grip, Dean endured the tantalizing sensations as long as he could and then came right up out of the chair. Iris' pretty head snapped back instinctively as hot semen blasted into her mouth like a cannon going off, but Dean's tight grip permitted no escape. The pretty brunette gurgled as her mouth suddenly started filling with masculine cream, which trickled down both sides of her mouth. She gave her quivering clitoris one final stab and found herself experiencing an intense orgasm.
"Wowee!" Dean almost yelled with relief at the sudden feeling of relief that spread through his entire body.
Relaxing his grip on his sister's head, he almost fell back in to the chair. Completely breathless and gurgling with her mouth full of delicious masculine cream, Iris nevertheless managed to keep her brother's cock inside her mouth. Savoring the semen as long as possible, she began swallowing it in slow gulps.
"Wow, what a blow job!" Dean exclaimed with satisfaction, watching the muscles in his sister's throat working as she slowly swallowed his masculine fluids.
There was nothing Iris enjoyed more than the taste of come and she enthusiastically set about collecting the remaining morsels. Using her forefingers she gathered up the semen that covered her chin and cheeks and then quickly licked her fingers to get it all. She then went after her brother's penis and began licking up the remnants of come like a young kitten who simply couldn't get enough delicious cream. Satisfied at last that she had collected it all, she slipped the now slack organ back inside her mouth for a good soak.
"That's the way," Dean told her. "Get it stiff again and I'll plug your pussy with it!"
Rocky, from his vantage point a few feet away, watched the whole show with canine curiosity, but made no attempt to intervene in the proceedings.
After pausing long enough to recover her breath, Iris went about the task of producing another erection. Sucking on the head in dedicated fashion, she began pulling and stroking the sleek muscle with her soft hand. She quickly began to detect signs of resurrection and the slack organ began expanding and hardening in her mouth. The thought of being fucked with that magnificent masculine lance made her quiver with anticipation. Her pussy felt sticky and hot and her lush young breasts felt taut with sexual arousal.
"That feels great!" Dean said. "Boy, am I going to give you a good, hard fuck!"
Tormented by the combined action of his sister's skillful mouth and hand, Dean could feel the blood coursing back into his supple young cock. In a few moments, Iris found herself with a mouthful of steel-hard masculine meat. Her pussy was simply drooling and she could hardly wait to get it inside her.
"Fuck me, please, my pussy's as hot as an oven!" she spoke impulsively, getting up and retreating toward the bed.
"Don't worry, sis!" Dean replied. "I'm going to give you the hardest fuck anybody ever had!"
His long penis as stiffly erect as a stalk of celery, Dean watched his sister stretch out supine on the bed. The sight of her full, taut breasts and pink pussy lips, the surrounding hair glistening with feminine excretions, made him lick his lips with sensuous pleasure. The fact that she was his own sister was no deter rent.
"Hurry up!" Iris begged, throwing her shapely white legs open as far as possible. She was breathing quite hard and her breasts were rising and falling rapidly.
"Here I come!" Dean exclaimed, diving on top of his kid sister's soft, warm body.
"Oooh!" Iris yelled with excitement as she suddenly found her brother's weight resting on top of her.
With a hand that was almost too eager, she grabbed his rigidly erect member and aimed it between the swollen outer lips of her dripping pussy. The connection made, Dean stabbed it home like a hot knife cutting through butter.
"Ooh! Oh!" Iris cried out as she suddenly found her pink tunnel dilated by her brother's thick sausage. The cute fifteen-year-old wrapped her bare arms and legs around her older brother and held on for dear life.
Their organs united, Dean paused to relish the delightful sensations. His sister's small body felt delectably warm and yielding under him and her watery vaginal canal was nice and tight, as one would expect from a girl so young. He could feel the vaginal muscles grabbing at him and trying to pull his wildly throbbing organ even deeper into her. Her fingernails were digging urgently into his back.
"Fuck me! Fuck me!" Iris begged. "Please, I can't wait any longer!"
"Okay, sis, if you want to get fucked, you're going to get fucked!" Dean promised her.
"Fuck me! Please!" Iris pleaded.
Dean began rocking back and forth on top of her with deliberately measured strokes. Iris quickly began demonstrating that she knew how to move her hips and Dean was a little surprised that a girl so young could do it so well. Her girlish bottom seemed to have ball bearings in it and she seemed to be capable of throwing it in various directions all at the same time.
"Wow, you really know how to throw your ass around!" Dean told her, pausing for a moment.
"Fuck me harder!" Iris insisted. "Please, you can't fuck me too hard!"
"We'll see about that!" Dean replied with an amused laugh.
The sturdy teenager resumed his stroking movements, gliding back and forth on top of his sister's body with firm thrusts. Their sexual organs meshed smoothly together and Iris' feminine juices constantly oiled her brother's thick penis to make them a motion all the more effectively together. Both could hear the squishing juices as Dean's rigid member slid back and forth inside the delightfully tight channel.
"Oh, that feels good!" Iris exclaimed. "Please, fuck me harder! Harder!" The excited teenager was becoming quite short of breath and obviously found it difficult to speak distinctly.
"Okay, you want it harder, you'll get it harder!" Dean told her.
He picked up the cadence somewhat, although he was still deliberately holding himself back. Iris responded with undulating movements of her hips, throwing them around under him in a practiced manner. Her hands moved farther down his back and she cupped her finger nails into his hips to act as a spur. Her nipples were constantly scraping his bare chest and her pretty legs were coiled tightly about him.
"Harder! Harder!" Iris begged. "Fuck me harder!"
Dean gradually accelerated and finally shifted into high gear. As her brother began slamming back and forth on top of her with hard strokes that sent his long, thick bone ramming in up to the hilt, Iris began throwing her hips around under him in a completely abandoned fashion. The pretty teenager was breathing heavily with quick, rasping gasps that reflected her growing sexual arousal. Her tight young pussy felt almost unbearably hot and itchy and she could feel the intense heat from it radiating throughout her entire body.
"More! More!" Iris begged, although she was breathing almost too hard to get the words out.
Dean thrust as hard as he could, thrusting his throbbing cock into his kid sister with hard, punishing strokes. His entire weight slammed down against her with each forward thrust, nearly crushing her small body beneath him. From her reaction, it was apparent that she couldn't get enough of it. She was clinging frantically to ' him with all four limbs and her girlish bottom was shimmying and shaking in ways that he hadn't known to be possible.
"More! Oooh! Oooh!" Iris exclaimed between long gasps. "Oooh! More! Make me come! I gotta' come!"
"Take that! And that!" Dean said, using language that might have been more appropriate for the gridiron as his hard strokes pummeled his younger sister's yielding body.
Both young people could feel their climaxes rapidly approaching. Dean's swollen cock was aching with tension and the ticklish sensation near the head was becoming almost frantic. Iris' pussy felt indescribably hot and she had no choice but to throw her hips around in a wild, erotic dance. Her full breasts were perfectly taut and she was fighting to get some air in her lungs.
"Come inside me!" the pretty teenager managed to gasp at the last second.
Forgetting about everything else except the ecstatic pleasures of the moment, Dean drove forward with all his might and sent his semen blasting into his kid sister's small tunnel. Feeling the hot surge splashing deep inside her, Iris screamed with delight and found herself experiencing a convulsive orgasm. Dean's weight collapsed on top of her quivering body and the two of them lay with their sexual organs soaking together in a warm, limpid pool.
"Wow, what a fuck!" Dean finally exclaimed when he partially caught his breath. The husky teenager was in no hurry to dismount and lay in relaxed fashion on top of his kid sister's small body as he felt the tension beginning to subside from his penis.
"You can say that again!" Iris told him. "Nothing beats a good, hard fuck!"
Several minutes passed before Dean lazily disengaged himself from his sister's body and sat up on the side of the bed. Taking a deep breath, Iris slowly got to her feet and began looking for the clothing she had hastily discarded a few minutes earlier. Sensing that the party had come to an end, Rocky stirred from his corner where he had watched the proceedings with canine interest.
"Where's my panties?" Iris asked. "Mom better not find my panties in your room." The cute teenager began looking for the tiny bikini panties. "Get out of the way, Rocky," she re marked to the German shepherd, who had gotten up and apparently joined in the search.
"They gotta' be someplace!" Dean told her.
"Eek!" Iris suddenly screamed in a bloodcurdling fashion and jumped about a foot in the air.
"What's the matter?" Dean asked with alarm.
"That damn dog of yours!" Iris exclaimed. Her face was livid with outraged innocence.
"What'd he do?" Dean asked, although he suspected what the answer would be.
"He ... he ... " Iris was almost too irate to get the words out. "He stuck his nose right in , my pussy!"
Dean laughed. "Rocky likes pussy as well as the next guy!" he told her.
Apparently encouraged by his master's amused attitude, the large German shepherd began sniffing at Iris' midsection. The cute teen ager tried to push him away, but was a little chary about it. She had always been a little frightened by the over-sized animal and didn't want to risk a confrontation with it.
"Dean, make him stop!" Iris protested, a look of distress on her face.
Watching Rocky sniffing at his sister's cute pussy, Dean found the scene too amusing to war rant interference. "He won't hurt you," he said as the large German shepherd seemed determined to proceed despite Iris' opposition.
"Dean, please!" Iris pleaded, pushing rather gingerly at Rocky's head.
"Why don't you see what he'll do?" Dean suggested.
"Are you crazy?" Iris seemed horrified by the idea. "What do you think I am anyway?"
"It won't hurt you," Dean assured her. "Lots of old widows make it with their dogs."
"Well, I'm not an old widow," Iris reminded him. A frightened look on her face, the cute teenager backed against a wall. Undeterred, the large animal pursued her with a friendly but aggressive manner.
"Dean, please, get him away from me!" Iris pleaded with obvious distress.
"He isn't going to hurt you!" Dean told her. Getting to his feet, he walked over to them. "Here, I'll show you!"
Without warning, he grabbed his sister's wrists and pulled her hands away from Rocky's head.
"Dean, please!!" Iris screamed, feeling terrified and helpless.
The two of them struggled briefly, but the young girl was no match for her older brother.
"Go on, Rocky! Sniff her pussy!" Dean encouraged the excited animal.
"Oh, Dean, don't, this is awful!" Iris pro tested haplessly. "Let me go, please!"
Iris watched with a horrified look on her face as the oversize German shepherd moved closer, his nose carefully assessing the situation. Holding his sister's wrists up out of the way, Dean watched the curious animal with obvious interest. Breathless, Iris could no longer struggle but remained pinned against the wall, shriveling with fright at the thought of what the huge animal might do to her.
"Go on, Rocky!" Dean kept encouraging the animal. "Go on! Show us how much you like pussy!"
"Dean!" Iris screamed in protest.
Moving cautiously, Rocky brushed his nose against the fluffy delta and sniffed carefully.
"Please, Dean, I'm afraid he'll bite me!" Iris protested, almost in tears.
"No, he won't!" Dean replied.
Apparently given the go-ahead signal by his inquisitive nose, Rocky suddenly extended his long pink tongue and swiped Iris' pink crease with a wet, powerful flick.
"Eek!" Iris shrieked as the huge animal's surprisingly strong tongue slapped against her moist pussy. Her knees buckling, she instinctively tried to struggle to escape the bestial caress.
"Go to it, Rocky!" Dean urged. "Show her how a dog loves to eat pussy!"
As if he understood his master's words, Rocky eagerly began licking Iris' pink charms. Struggling and squealing, Iris became almost hysterical.
"Make him stop! Dean, please!" Iris pro tested.
Relax and enjoy it!" Dean told her. "Where else you gonna' find a tongue with that kind of power!"
Her fears of being bitten by the husky animal gradually subsiding, Iris began to realize that her brother had a point. Rocky's long tongue was indeed quite powerful and she could feel girl juice bubbling in her pussy as it reacted to the canine stimulus it was receiving.
"Hey, this isn't too bad!" the pretty teenager exclaimed in sudden revelation.
"Right!" Dean agreed, relaxing his grip on his sister's wrists and stepping back to watch Rocky's naturally talented tongue at work.
The German shepherd continued tonguing the young girl's pussy with unabated interest. Breathless and hotly flushed, Iris submitted to the canine tongue bath with girlish wriggles.
"It'd be easier if you'd lie down," Dean suggested. "Okay, but this is a little far out!" Iris told her brother as she stretched out on the floor.
"No," Dean scoffed at the idea. "Lots of girls fuck dogs!" he remarked as he watched Rocky eagerly stepping between his sister's legs.
"Oh, come on!" Iris protested. Biting her lip, the shapely teenager watched as Rocky went back to work with his long and capable tongue.
"No, I'm serious," Dean told her. "I mean, actually fuck. I've seen movies!"
"Do you mean it?" Iris asked with disbelief. She began working her hips around with coital movements as Rocky's tongue slapped and lapped against her pink crevice.
"Yes," Dean replied. He was already secretly hoping that he could talk his sister into letting Rocky mount her. For some reason that he had never bothered to try to analyze, he had long been fascinated with the idea of a girl having sex with a dog. The thought of such a possibility was sufficient to put some fresh lead in his pencil despite his previous sexual activity.
"Mmmm, this does feel good," Iris ex claimed. "I think I'll let Rocky eat me any time I get horny!"
"He really loves it! Look at that!" Dean told her.
The taste of feminine honey seemed to have an exciting effect on the husky animal and from time to time Rocky's entire body quivered with raw physical excitement. Peering downward, Dean could see Rocky's long, pink cock emerging from its hairy foreskin.
"Look at that!" Dean exclaimed. "You really got him turned on, sis! He wants to fuck you!"
"Are you kidding?" Iris laughed.
"No, really, look, you can see it!" Dean said, pointing in the direction of Rocky's extended penis. "Hey, come on, let him fuck you!"
"Be serious!" Iris seemed flabbergasted by the idea. "Really, Dean, that's too far out!"
"No, do it just once, it won't hurt you!" Dean urged.
"Really, I never heard of anything so abnormal!" Iris protested. Despite her protests, however, the pretty teenager could feel her sexual arousal increasing as Rocky's long tongue bathed her pink groove and the idea of having intercourse with the oversize animal had a bizarre appeal to it.
"Oh, lots of women do it!" Dean told her. "There's nothing wrong with it."
"Well, I don't know," Iris seemed to be weakening in her resolve.
"Come on, just try it once and if you don't like it you won't have to do it again!" Dean urged.
"Well, okay," Iris agreed in a voice that sounded more than a little dubious. "But how do we ... ?"
"Just get down on your hands and knees and pretend you're a dog, too!" Dean suggested. His own erection revealed his excitement at the prospect of watching such an event.
"Boy, this is really far out stuff!" Iris re marked as she rolled over and got into a kneeling position on all fours. "Now, watch him so he doesn't hurt me!"
"Don't worry, sis, you're going to love it!" Dean assured her. "See there, Rocky knows what to do!"
Standing behind the kneeling girl, Rocky was sniffing her behind and obviously preparing to mount her. His long prick was extended from its sheath and was dripping with animal secretions.
"Watch him!" Iris warned as the husky animal reared up on its hind legs.
Dean grabbed the oversized pet's body to minimize its impact as it mounted Iris' kneeling form.
"Oh!" Iris emitted a loud gasp as she suddenly found Rocky's weight resting on her back.
"He's not too heavy is he?" Dean asked as Rocky's front paws slid around the sides of Iris' rib cage.
"I guess not!" Iris replied, nevertheless sagging a little under the heavy animal's weight. "Put it in her, Rocky!" Dean urged the strong animal.
Stepping back, he watched as Rocky maneuvered his body to align his canine sword with its human scabbard. The bizarre scene was even more exciting than he had imagined and the young man found himself watching it intently.
"Wiggle your ass around and help him, sis!" Dean instructed his squirming younger sister.
"How can I? I can't see!" the distraught teen ager answered.
By this time, however, Rocky had located his target. His brightly gleaming cock worked between the plump outer lips of Iris' pussy and the oversize canine thrust it home with animal forcefulness.
"Yeow!" Iris screamed as the canine sword stabbed into her like a bolt of lightning. The thrust was so fast and forceful that the cute teenager felt as if she'd been stabbed.
"Wow!" Dean exclaimed as he watched Rocky's long pink penis disappear into his sister's cunt. The look of strain and incredulity on her face clearly reflected her feelings of the moment.
"Oh, I don't know if I can stand it or not!" Iris cried out. "It feels like it's clear into my stomach!"
His large, shaggy body triumphantly astride his teenage partner, Rocky began thrusting back and forth on top of her. His long, incredibly hard canine cock stabbed and thrust back and forth like a heavy piece of drilling equipment. Each forward thrust produced a loud gasp from the squirming teenager, who found the deep thrusts painful but in their own way powerfully exciting.
"Oh, wow, I've never been fucked so hard in my life!" Iris exclaimed.
Squirming and twisting her hips in response to the animal thrusts, Iris found herself gasping heavily. Her feminine juices lubricated the rapidly plunging canine organ and the long, hard bone slid easily back and forth inside her relatively tight channel. Her twisted face mirrored her growing excitement and from time to time she snapped her head back ecstatically as a particularly deep thrust touched some over sensitive nerve ending.
"Look at that!" spoke in an almost incredulous manner. "That Rocky really goes for cunt!"
"I can't believe it!" Iris cried out in an over wrought voice. "It feels like he's tearing me apart!"
Thoroughly aroused by the bizarre scene he was observing, Dean could no longer refrain from participating. "Here, sis, chew on this awhile!" he suggested, pulling up a chair and sitting down in front of Iris's face.
"Oh, wow, this is so far out it's unbelievable!" Iris gasped as she found her older brother's erect penis right in her face.
Opening her pretty mouth as far as she could, she plunged it down over Dean's stiffly erect organ. Watching Rocky's rapidly thrusting body, Dean caught his breath and held it as he found his sister's wet, warm mouth suddenly en circling his throbbing joystick. A highly strained look on her pretty face, she eagerly tried to get as much of it as possible into her mouth and began eating it with wild enthusiasm. It was obvious that the bizarre animal sex she was experiencing had driven her to new heights of sexual abandonment and she went after her brother's pounding cock like a hungry alligator devouring a snake.
"Hey, isn't this great?" Dean asked although his sister was in no position to answer.
Leaning back to enjoy being eaten by his kid sister, the husky teenager watched Rocky's al most brutal thrusts that seemed to send Iris into sexual orbit. Her entire body was trembling violently and each powerful thrust from the rear sent waves of excitement racing through her body.
"Mmmmmm!" Iris tried to convey her excitement although there was no way she could talk with a mouth crammed full of hard masculine meat. The double sensation of having two cocks in her at the same time and one of them an in credibly long, powerful canine rod, created a delicious realm of sexual ecstasy she had never explored before and made her feel delightfully naughty and sexually uninhibited. The thought of actually getting creamed in two different directions was enough to drive her wild.
"Give it to her, Rocky!" Dean urged the husky dog.
The oversize German shepherd hardly required encouragement. Panting and snorting, ramming and banging, he kept thrusting his canine weapon deep into his human partner with all the power he could muster. The powerful animal thrusts sent the young girl into a frenzy of sexual abandonment and she eagerly sucked and stroked her brother's massive member. Caught between the two of them, she could sense that all three were careening toward their sexual climaxes like vehicles that had gone out of control.
"Mmmmm! Mmmmm!" Iris exclaimed, closing her eyes in joyful anticipation of the events to come.
She felt Rocky's climax first. His animal orgasm was much more powerful than anything she had imagined; it felt as if someone had stuck the garden hose in her pussy and turned it loose. Her hips jerked spasmodically and she could feel her own climax commencing. Just as the electric ripples began to flow through her body, Dean came right up off his chair and blasted hot semen all over the insides of her mouth.
"Mmmmmmmm!" Iris gasped. The effects of the double creaming were almost unbelievable. The force of Dean's climax snapped her head back and left her with a delicious mouthful of masculine cream, while the hose Rocky had turned on inside her felt as if someone had for gotten to turn it off. Iris found herself experiencing a multiple climax and her fifteen-year old body trembled convulsively as she excitedly smacked her lips and swallowed her brother's semen.
"Oh, wow!" Dean exclaimed with an obvious sense of relief as he settled back down in his seat with his sister's pretty mouth still locked tightly around his penis.
His task completed, Rocky dismounted and stood wagging his tail as if awaiting an appreciative word for his accomplishments.
"You did a great job, Rocky!" Dean told him.
Breathless and exhausted, Iris lay with her head in her brother's lap, making sure that her pink tongue did not overlook any masculine cream.
"Wow, I wonder how many girls make it with their brother and the dog at the same time!" she mused with a laugh.
The answer might surprise Iris. The case of Iris and her brother Dean, which was furnished me by an associate researcher in sexology, illustrates the connection between bestiality and incest. The two subjects are closely related and a case involving one will often involve the other. The similarities between the two are striking in some respects. Both are the subject of ancient and very strong taboos; both have been roundly and thoroughly condemned by theologians and others. Yet both have always held a strong fascination for the human mind. Both are primal sex, the type that supposedly existed long before philosophers started making distinctions between good and evil.
As a number of recent studies have shown, incest occurs with much more frequency than was once supposed. The most powerful forms of incest, in terms of their emotional content, are mother-son and father-daughter relationships. However, in terms of the number of participants, by far the most common form of incest is the brother-sister variety. While exact statistics are unavailable for obvious reasons, the number of brothers and sisters who have had incestuous contacts at one time or another numbers well into the millions.
Brother-sister incest occurs in all sets of circumstances, ranging from pre-adolescent youngsters to adults. The types of incestuous experiences vary just as widely. In many cases, it is limited to mutual genital inspection and manual masturbation. In many others, however, it includes sexual intercourse and oral sex. There are numerous reported cases of group sex involving three or more brothers and sisters and brother-sister incest cuts across all ethnic, geo graphic and class lines.
Bestiality is a not infrequent by-product of brother-sister incestuous relationships. As we have seen, many teenage boys and males in general are fascinated by the idea of a girl having sex with a dog and when given the chance will often encourage such animal contacts. In brother and sister relationships, the family pet is often readily available for such purposes and can usually be quite easily coaxed into becoming a member of the threesome.
CHAPTER THREE - BESTIALITY AND LESBIANISM
Subject: Lynn C.
File: D.L. 116
Age: 17
"I'm sure you'll think I'm crazy when I tell you about myself," Lynn C. remarked at the outset of our interview.
Coming from a young girl who appeared perfectly normal in all outward appearances, the remark seemed out of place. Lynn was seventeen and was a very attractive teenager with long brunette hair which she was wearing in the popular long, straight style. Her form fitting sweater and skirt revealed a very promising figure and her nearly perfect complexion made it clear that she was not the type who would experience difficulties obtaining dates. However, her face and particularly her eyes did show some evidence of emotional strain.
I pretended to ignore her opening gambit and spent the next few minutes gathering general information about her background. She was one of three children in a family which lived in a western suburb of Chicago. From what she said, there was nothing out of the ordinary about their family. After talking with her for a few minutes, I turned to her original remark and asked her what prompted her to make it.
Lynn hesitated and looked quite embarrassed. "I do things ... I shouldn't," she said.
"With boys?" I asked.
"No!" she replied quickly, almost too quickly in fact.
"With girls?" I asked.
Her eyes flashed a look of alarm. "No," she replied in a distinctly unconvincing manner. She hesitated a moment, as if waiting for my next question. "With dogs!" she suddenly blurted out as if she couldn't stand to keep her shameful secret bottled up in her any longer.
She sat there looking quite unhappy and her manner suggested that she expected me to visit all types of scorn and righteous indignation on her. It was apparent that, like many young girls who experiment with animal contacts, Lynn believed her own case to be quite unique and that it was prima facie proof of her own insanity.
"A lot of girls your age experiment with animal contacts," I assured her. "There are many reasons for it: simple curiosity, sexual gratification, a desire to avoid emotional conflicts with boys and so on. It's hardly evidence of in sanity."
Lynn looked quite relieved at this and as I had suspected, was genuinely surprised to learn that her own case was not so unique that it was going to be written up in some medical text book. I then asked her about her sexual back ground, particularly her experiences with boys. She had had intercourse with several boys, the first time occurring when she was fourteen. None of those experiences had been very satisfying. From her description, I gathered that her adolescent partners had suffered from problems of premature ejaculation and improper foreplay technique.
Frustrated from these experiences, Lynn turned to alternative sources of sexual gratification. However, bestiality had not been her first stop off the beaten track. After some prod ding from me, Lynn related the following narrative:
It all started last fall when a new girl moved in next door. Her name was Sally and she was about my age. She was a pleasant, vivacious girl and the two of us quickly became good friends. She was an attractive girl and when school started she quickly started getting her share of offers for dates. However, to my surprise she routinely turned most of them down. After awhile I started hearing rumors going around school that perhaps Sally didn't really like boys. I could hardly believe that, but it was a little alarming to think that my best friend might be a Lesbian.
One weekend when Sally's parents were scheduled to be away, she asked if she could stay overnight with us. My parents were agree able, so on Friday afternoon after school she moved her things over to our place. The only place for her to stay was in my room, but I had a queen-size bed so that was no problem. I'll admit I had a few concerned thoughts about the whole arrangement, but I thought I was a big enough girl to handle anything that might come up.
There was a football game that night, but the two of us decided to pass it up in favor of listening to records and talking. After dinner, were tired to my room and put on the records and spent the rest of the evening goofing off and talking girl talk. About midnight we decided to turn in.
We were both still fully dressed and Sally began removing her clothes. I was rather surprised by that, because girls are usually rather reticent about undressing right in front of each other. She quickly peeled down to a pink bra and pantie combination. She had a lovely, deeply tanned body and I'm sure any boy would have gone nuts seeing her like that. In fact, I was sitting there on the side of the bed admiring her figure myself although I didn't realize it at first.
She had her blue baby doll nightie out and I assumed that she would turn away from me when she took off her bra. Instead, she stood directly in front of me where I couldn't help noticing her. In retrospect, I realize that she was deliberately exhibiting her wares, but I didn't sense that at the time. Anyway, she made no effort to cover herself as she removed her bra and I must admit that I really caught my breath at the sight of her breasts. They weren't overly large, but they were perfectly formed and the white flesh made a vivid contrast the suntanned flesh surrounding it.
"What's the matter, Lynn? Aren't you going to get undressed, too?" she asked. She seemed slightly self-conscious, as if she were only too aware that I had been staring at her.
"Oh, yes," I replied, rather startled and feeling embarrassed that I had been caught looking at her.
Although she was obviously aware that I was looking, she hooked her fingers into the waist band of her panties and pulled them down. Al though I told myself I shouldn't look, I couldn't resist. Her pussy was lightly fluffed with downy, soft brown hair and I caught a flash of pink meat as she lifted her feet to step out of her panties. Something hot seemed to tear through me and I could feel my cheeks becoming quite flushed.
"What are you waiting for?" she asked, apparently referring to why I hadn't commenced un dressing although I thought that perhaps there was a double meaning involved.
Although I was tempted to flee to the bath room, I began undressing. Instead of putting on her nightie as I had expected, Sally just stood there watching me. Although she seemed very relaxed and in a pleasant mood, I felt decidedly upset and self-conscious. Besides, to my dismay I felt curiously attracted to her smooth, shapely body and those feelings began to disturb me no little.
"Hurry up!" Sally said in a playful voice as I slowly removed my blouse and skirt.
By this time I was down to my bra, panties and pantyhose and I was sort of stalling. Sally still hadn't made a move to put on her nightie and it was becoming apparent that she did not intend to do so. I knew my face was red and I couldn't take my eyes off of her, although I could tell that she was aware of my glances and that embarrassed me.
"Aren't you going to put on your nightie?" I asked. I knew my voice didn't sound quite natural and I instantly regretted the question.
"Not yet!" Sally replied with a giggle. She seemed perfectly relaxed and natural, although I could tell that she was darting rather furtive glances in my direction.
Slowly, I reached back and unsnapped my bra. Although she was pretending not to notice, I could see that Sally was all eyes as I pulled the cups away from my breasts and tossed the bra aside. I knew I could match her in the titties department and I could see Sally's eyes suddenly light up when she got her first full frontal view of my breasts.
By this time, I of course realized that the stories they had been telling about Sally were true. But what amazed me was my own reaction. I really felt itchy and curious and wanted to find out what might happen if I let her make a play for me. Like most girls, I've always thought that Lesbianism is something horrible and highly abnormal and naturally that made me hesitate and hold back a little. But I told myself it was just a one-time experience and wouldn't have any permanent effect on me.
Standing up, I inserted my fingers into the waistband of my panties and pantyhose and re moved the two garments with one movement. Sally's eyes were really all over me by this time and there's no doubt what she wanted. Suddenly she rushed forward and emotionally pulled me toward her. Our naked bodies smacked together and I felt shivers racing through my body as I felt all that smooth flesh pressing against me. Sally was hugging me tightly to her and I don't think I could have gotten out of her grip if I had wanted to.
"Oh, Lynn, don't tell me you don't want to!" she told me in an excited voice. "I can see it in your eyes!"
I was hot with embarrassment. "I don't know!" I heard myself saying. "I don't know. I don't even know how!"
"I'll show you!" Sally replied with great excitement.
She kissed me eagerly, full on the mouth. It wasn't like being kissed by a boy. Her lips were so much fuller and the surrounding flesh was so much smoother. Against my will, I found myself responding.
"There!" she said excitedly. "Feel our breasts rubbing together?" she asked, deliberately maneuvering so that our nipples were in contact.
"Oooh!" I gasped and shuddered involuntarily at the surprisingly sensitive and thrilling contact. As our nipples brushed against one another, goose bumps formed all over my body and I felt a sudden gush of girl juice in my pussy. It was all ready apparent that Sally was going to provide me with some thrills that no boy could.
"Let's get in bed!" Sally suggested with a bright smile.
We quickly threw the covers back and jumped in bed. Sally wrapped her soft arms around me and gave me another firm, juicy kiss on the mouth. I became rather daring and allowed my mouth to open slightly. Sally's tongue instantly sliced between my lips and I soon found myself enjoying my first all girl French kiss. Our bodies entwined, we lay there for several minutes with our eager tongues exploring the insides of each other's mouth while our hands roamed over each other's body. I was surprised at how aroused I had become.
With our tongues still in each other's mouth, Sally began caressing and kneading my breasts with her soft, small hands. It was so much different from a rough boy's hands and I found myself responding with my own hands. Of course, caressing another's girls breasts was a completely new experience for me and it was quite a thrill to feel those two lush mounds forming and shaping into sexual tautness. In a short time, our breasts were hard with feminine erectness.
Sally finally withdrew her tongue from my mouth and instantly buried her face in my breasts. "Oh, Lynn, what a body you have!" she told me in an excited voice. She started kissing and licking my nipples and the surrounding flesh in an enthusiastic manner and I quickly found myself arching my back and squirming with kittenish pleasure.
"Oh, wow, you're really turning me on!" I ad mitted in a breathless voice.
"And I haven't even started yet!" she told me, her eyes bright with promise as they met mine. "You know what I mean, don't you?" she asked.
I swallowed hard. "Y-yes, I think so!" I stammered, my cheeks feeling hot as our eyes met once again.
She kissed my breasts once again, flicking out her pink tongue and running it over my taut nipples. She slowly began working one hand down over my tummy and then along the insides of my thighs. Considering how quick boys are to get a finger inside you, her slow, indirect approach was quite appealing. I actually wanted to feel her fingers inside me. To my own surprise, I grabbed her hand and placed it directly on my wet delta.
"You're a natural born Lez!" Sally giggled as my dew soaked her fingers.
Gently running her fingers over my vulva, she extended her middle finger and sliced it between the outer folds. We could both hear the squishing noises as I squirmed hotly on the bed. Her finger instantly found my button and I re acted as if someone had stuck me with an electric cattle prod.
Sally giggled impishly at my reaction. "Like it?" she teased, batting her eyes seductively at me. By this time, both of us knew that she had made a conquest and I could see that she was thoroughly enjoying herself.
"Yes!" I admitted, squirming and drooling girl juice all over her finger.
She tossed her blonde head to get the hair out of her eyes and began moving her head down ward. Her full lips pressed against my breasts and then moved down over my tummy. Breathing quite hard, I found myself holding my legs open for her in excited expectation. Looking back on it later, I was surprised at how natural and easy it had seemed at the time.
Sally kissed downward until her soft cheeks were brushing against my bush. We the skill of a doctor, she inserted her fingertips between my petals and spread them open. I could see the eager gleam that came into her eye when she saw that pink feminine meat spread open for her delectation. I felt hot and sticky and simply couldn't hold still at the thought of what was going to happen next.
"Bet you can't take much of this!" Sally said, extending her tongue and slicking it right through my exposed pussy.
"Wow!" I exclaimed, my entire body jerking convulsively as Sally's serpentine tongue coiled itself about my magic button in an expert manner.
With an almost animal-like cry of excitement, Sally started eating my pussy as if she couldn't get enough of it. Her tongue hissing like a snake, she flicked it back and forth and up and down in my pussy. I had never felt anything like it in my life and my pussy and the surrounding area were soon completely flooded with feminine dew. Automatically, without even thinking about it, I began thrusting my pelvis back and forth.
"Oh, wow, you're driving me crazy!" I told her in a breathless voice.
Pausing apparently to rest her tongue, Sally began nibbling at the plump outer lips of my vulva. She would clasp her lips around one section of meat and pull it outward with a firm tug. She really knew what she was doing and the blissful expression on her face indicated that she truly relished the task.
"Mmmmm, Lynn, you've got the best tasting pussy!" she exclaimed, pausing to wipe off some of the girl cream that was smearing her face.
Before I could reply, she suddenly went back to work with her quick tongue, darting and stabbing it in various directions with expert movements. It wasn't long before I was simply flop ping around on the bed, completely breathless and feeling deliciously hot and itchy between the legs. I had never dreamed that girl sex could possibly be that exciting. I was so warm and wet I couldn't believe it and Sally's rap idly moving tongue was simply remorseless.
"Oh, Sally, I can't stand it anymore!" I gasped.
Sally concentrated on my quivering clitoris and I suddenly went off like a bomb. A hot gush of girl juice smeared her face and I threw my hips back and forth with quick, completely spasmodic movements that I couldn't possibly control. There was a perfectly delicious sensation between my legs, which I instantly realized was much more pleasant than anything I had experienced with boys.
"Wow, that was fun!" Sally announced as she drew back to a kneeling position and wiped her hand across her face to remove the excess feminine dew. "Now it's your turn!"
I gulped at that, but in the back of my mind I had known all along that I would be expected to reciprocate. Although I had my doubts, I knew it wouldn't be fair for me to back out now. "Okay, Sally," I agreed.
She quickly stretched out on the bed with her legs drawn up and wide open. I moved into a kneeling position between her legs and I'm sure Sally could see how hesitant I was as I found myself looking at her pink groove.
"Go on, Lynn, I can't wait any longer!" Sally pleaded, squirming itchily on the bed.
I leaned forward and employed my fingertips to separate the outer petals of her pussy. She felt wet and slippery and I could feel my heart pounding as I watched that pink meat opening in front of me. I took a deep breath and then simply buried my face in that wet delta. I felt as if I had dived into a warm pool.
"Oh!" Sally gasped and instinctively thrust her hips, giving my face a warm bath.
Remembering how she had tantalized me with her tongue, I extended my tongue and went to work on her lush interior. Girl juices suddenly flooded the area, seeping into my mouth and giving me no choice but to swallow them. Sally was wriggling like a worm and her loud gasps made clear how much she was enjoying it.
"Oh, Lynn, this is beautiful!" she exclaimed in an agitated voice. "Oh, I love it!"
My tongue found her clitoris and I could feel it humming like a high tension line. Her entire body jerked convulsively and the feminine dew came in hot gushes as I twirled my tongue around my head and at times I felt as if a boa constrictor had locked itself around me. Sally was breathing with loud, quick gasps that made it clear that her climax was rapidly approaching.
"I'm coming!" she suddenly cried out in an ecstatic voice.
Her body bucked convulsively and a hot gush of girl juice suddenly smeared my face as she experienced her orgasm. Her thighs closed about me in a tight vise and there was nothing I could do except remain in position until she relaxed.
"Wow, that was beautiful!" she told me afterward as I stretched out on the bed beside her.
Surprisingly enough, neither of us were quite in the mood to call a halt to it at that point. A few minutes later, the two of us were encoiled in a tight sixty-nine with our faces plastered against each other's pussies.
Lynn went on to relate her Lesbian affair with Sally. Like most such transitory Lesbian affairs indulged in by teenage girls, it was quick, highly intense, highly emotional and quickly over with, much in the manner of a summer thunderstorm. It ended in a quarrel about another girl, which whom Sally quickly established another relationship, leaving Lynn alone and feeling guilty about her visit to the isle of Lesbos.
"It was really quite a difficult time for me," Lynn explained. "When I got over my anger with Sally, I realized that I had become sort of hooked on the type of sex with which she and I had been experimenting. I had sort of lost interest in boys, most of whom seemed only to want me to go down for them with no reciprocity. However, at the same time, I didn't want to get involved with another girl. Sally's over-emotionalism and almost unbelievable jealousies had taught me a lesson I don't suppose that I'll ever forget. It was at that point that I ..."
Lynn stopped, apparently unable to continue. Since she had already confessed to having had animal contacts, I asked if this was the point at which she had begun experimenting with bestiality.
"Yes," she admitted quietly and then went on to relate the following experience:
A couple of weeks before we broke up, Sally and I were talking about the pleasures of all girl sex.
"There's nothing better than a girl's tongue on your pussy," Sally remarked. "Except maybe a dog's tongue!" she added with a wicked little giggle.
It seemed like a very strange remark to make. I didn't follow it up at the time and later regretted that I didn't. At the time, however, I re member that Sally flashed me with sort of a guilty look in her eyes, which indicated that she might have actually tried something like that herself. I mention that incident only because it sort of planted an idea in the back of my mind.
After we broke up, I soon found myself becoming quite randy for some hot sex. I went back to masturbating, but that really didn't give me the sufficient charge I needed. One of our neighbors had a great Dane, whose name was Erik. I often saw him in their backyard, parading around in a rather impatient manner as if he were anxious for some action. I still remember the first time I got the idea of trying something with him. It was just a fleeting thought and at the time I dismissed it as quite silly.
However, as time went by I couldn't seem to get the idea out of my mind. Of course, at first I dismissed it as simply being impossible. Also, because of Erik's size, I was just a little afraid of him. After all, he was quite a huge animal. Despite all this, however, I found myself becoming more and more fascinated with the idea. There were several times when I would have actually gone ahead with it, although circum stances prevented. However, I got myself a can of dog food and set it aside as "bait" whenever I could use it.
One afternoon when I was alone in the house, I noticed Erik prancing around rather impatiently in his backyard. I took a quick look and saw that the coast was clear. Opening up the can of dog food, I dipped my fingers into it and pulling open my slacks, smeared it over my pussy so the smell of dog food would be quite distinct.
I then stepped out into the backyard. "Come here, Erik!" I called out, whistling lightly to attract his attention.
He noticed me at once and his ears perked up as he studied me from afar. At first, I was afraid he would ignore me, but after a moment he started trotting over to me. I resisted one final impulse to chicken out and held out my hand for him. He started sniffing at the dog food and quickly stuck out his tongue to lick it up. The force behind that tongue really startled me and alerted me to his capabilities. I started feeling rather dizzy and giddy and knew I wasn't going to be able to resist temptation.
"Like it?" I asked.
Erik obviously did like it and seemed in a friendly enough mood. I started moving closer to him so that the front of my slacks would be against his head.
"How about that?" I asked when he appeared to pick up the scent. "Like it?"
He bolted forward with his head pressed against the front of my slacks and his immense size nearly knocked me off balance.
"Hey, watch out!" I protested. "Let's go inside and I'll feed you a nice box lunch!" I told him, as I found myself forced to defend myself from his probing nose.
He eagerly followed me into the family room, where I knew we wouldn't be disturbed. Erik waited impatiently while I peeled off my bra and sweater and I could see him getting more and more interested as I stripped off my slacks. I almost tripped getting out of my panties and Erik's nose was in my pussy even before I straightened up.
"OOh!" I let out a surprised yelp as his long tongue darted out and sliced between my legs with an incredibly quick flick. Even that brief contact was enough to tell me that I had been missing out on a real treat and I could hardly wait to get started.
"Here, Erik, let me feed you a nice snack!" I said, grabbing the can of dog food and stretching out on the floor.
Erik watched with obvious appreciation as I spread some of dog food over my pussy. My heart was pounding quite rapidly and in the back of my mind I was a little afraid that he might bit me and take a good chunk out of my pussy.
"Go on, help yourself!" I told him, moving around until he was standing between my legs.
Without further ado, he lowered his head and gave my pussy a nice long swipe with his tongue. Once again I felt shivers racing up and down my spine and girl juice started bubbling up out of my pussy. Erik went after that dog food with undisguised eagerness and when it was all gone he kept licking my pussy all over.
"Like it? Want some more?" I asked, dabbing my hand into the can of dog food once again and spreading it over my pussy.
Erik barked excitedly and went back to work lapping up his snack. His tongue had much more power behind it than I would have imagined and there was no doubt that he could do things for me that no one else could do. Instead of feeling guilty or disturbed as some girls might, I felt deliciously naughty and excited. Already I was thinking about going all the way with my canine lover, but that idea was still pretty much in the back of my mind.
"Good, isn't it?" I asked as Erik enthusiastically went after the dog food, which by this time was garnished with plenty of girl juice. "Here, have some more!"
With that I poured the remaining contents from the can directly on my pussy. Erik obviously approved and proceeded to gobble it all up with great enthusiasm. His tongue really had me in orbit by this time and I was squirming my hips around with sensuous movements. Erik seemed to like my feline honey and he slapped his tongue around all over and in every nook and cranny.
"Here, let me open it up for you!" I told him, reaching down with both hands to spread my pussy lips open.
The sight of all that pink meat really seemed to turn Erik on. His tongue sliced into the opening and I let out a whoop. Wow! He caressed my clitoris and vaginal opening all at the same time and I began thrusting my hips back and forth in response. I had never felt anything like that in my life; his tongue was as long and hard as a boy's cock.
"Oh, Erik, this is too much!" I exclaimed, gasping for breath. "I can't believe it!"
I could sense that Erik was becoming as aroused as I was. His body kept quivering with spasmodic jerks and he was panting quite hard. Twisting about on the floor like that, I didn't have a very good view and kept straining to catch a glimpse of his meat. Then I saw it! Bright pink and gleaming with raw animal power, that huge muscle was protruding from its foreskin in obvious readiness. I melted right then and there and knew I just had to have that immense piece of lumber inside me.
"I want you to fuck me, Erik!" I told him in a husky voice. "Do you understand? Fuck! Fuck!"
Although I wasn't sure he would understand what I wanted, I rolled over and got into a kneeling position on all fours with my buttocks jutting upward. Erik stood behind me, his nose in the crevice of my buttocks as he sniffed me with obvious curiosity.
"Go on, Erik, fuck me!" I pleaded. "Fuck me! Fuck me! Do you understand?"
He seemed to be confused, but perhaps his animal instincts simply made him cautious.
"Fuck me, Erik, please!" I begged. "Fuck me!"
Just as I was about to give up the attempt, he reared back and made one false start at mounting me.
"That's the way, Erik!" I told him, using the most encouraging tone of voice I could muster up. "Goon! Fuck me!"
Erik reared back once again and this time his paws came down on my back. I hadn't realized he was that heavy and nearly collapsed under his weight. However, I managed to keep my butt up in the air and could feel the slippery tip of his long cock brushing against my bare flesh as he started maneuvering to get us linked up.
"That's the way, Erik!" I kept encouraging him. "Get it in me!"
Looking back between my legs, I started moving my hips around to help get us lined up. His front paws had slid off my shoulders and his legs were cupped around my rib cage on each side. I shivered as I saw that red pole becoming aligned with my pussy lips and I held my breath as I realized he was almost ready to penetrate me. Then it happened!
"Yeow!" I screamed with a mixture of pain and sheer sexual rapture as he rammed that long, rigidly hard muscle home with one swift lunge.
Wow! I could hardly believe it. With one breathtaking thrust, that enormous great Dane had filled my pussy with rock hard canine cock. I felt as if I'd been completely impaled on a Roman spear. Breathless and squirming, I felt completely helpless under his muscular body.
"Fuck me, Erik! Fuck me!" I gasped. "It feels so good!"
Oh, did that magnificent animal ever give me a hard fuck! Mounted on me in a commanding position, he thrust his haunches back and forth with quick, powerful movements that made me feel as if I had a jackhammer in my pussy. Girl juices were flooding the entire area and the slurping sounds were quite audible. I could hardly believe that his cock could move that fast; there was no boy in the world who could compete with that. In almost nothing flat, I was simply gasping for breath.
"Oh, Erik, that's the way!" I told him between gasps. "I'm going out of my mind!"
The speed and power in that canine cock of his were simply staggering; it felt as if someone were repeatedly stabbing my pussy with a hot knife. Every forward thrust reached my cervix and there were times when I couldn't keep from screaming with a mixture of discomfort and excitement. Nothing I had experienced before had prepared me for that type of raw, physical sex. My pussy felt as if a forest fire were burning in it and the heat waves were radiating throughout my entire body.
"Oh, Erik! Oh! Oooh! Oooh!" I tried to speak to him, but by this time I was simply too breathless to get the words out.
Erik's forward lunges were becoming even more powerful and spasmodic and I could sense that he was on the verge of an intense climax. The bizarre idea of having a dog come inside my pussy made me feel all the more deliciously naughty and excited and my butt was squirming in wild anticipation. Totally breath less and nearly crying with excitement, I could feel the initial surges of a powerful orgasm beginning to convulse my pussy.
And then! You can't believe something like that until you've experienced it! Erik lunged forward with one frantic thrust and then came the explosion. It was like fresh lava coming out of a volcano; only much faster and harder. The first blast nearly knocked me flat and it was followed by others nearly as forceful. I screamed at the top of my lungs as I found myself experiencing a wild, almost incredible orgasm. Convulsive spasms seized my pussy and the muscles kept clutching at that rapidly plunging dog cock in an effort to hold it inside me as long possible.
"OH, Wow, what a fuck!" I gasped as I collapsed on the floor and tried to catch my breath.
Erik dismounted with seeming reluctance and I could that he was pleased to have become my secret lover.
Lynn seemed pale and slightly distraught when she finished recounting her initial experience with bestiality. In the discussion that followed, she readily admitted that since that time she had had numerous contacts with Erik and other dogs. In fact, it had become such an obsession with her that she had apparently lost interest in having sexual relationships with other humans, male or female. This caused her a great deal of concern and she seemed quite willing to accept my advice to quit her affair with dogs "cold turkey." However, I knew it would be difficult for her to succeed, for she had managed to convince herself that animal sex was much more exciting and rewarding than the human variety.
Author's comment. Lynn's case provides a typical example of what it technically called a "flight" from Lesbianism. Like many teenage girls and women in general, Lynn was deeply fearful of her Lesbian tendencies. These inborn fears were reinforced by her experiences with Sally, who revealed to her the physical pleasures of Lesbianism but at the same time revealed to her its negative attributes: the over emotionalism, jealousies and quarrels. Unwilling to subject herself to such a relationship with another girl and dissatisfied with her experiences with boys, Lynn sought refuge in bestiality which to her offered the combined attractions of raw sex and no emotional commitments.
Lynn's experiences are not so unusual as the average person might think. Many teenage girls experiment with Lesbianism at some stage during adolescence and for many of them it is an emotionally scarifying experience. Emotion ally troubled by the experience, they seek refuge in other forms of sexual activity. Desirous of avoiding the negative aspects of Lesbianism, a number of them experiment with animal contacts.
CHAPTER FOUR - BESTIALITY AND NYMPHOMANIA
Subject: Lou Ann W.
File: D.L. 117
Age: 17
"Why do I go for oversize cocks? I guess it's because I'm a nymphomaniac!" Lou Ann's reply to my question was surprisingly candid.
Lou Ann was seventeen when she first appeared in my office for a consultation. However, the events she described range back over a period of several years, beginning in early adolescence. At the time we met, Lou Ann was a typical teenager in appearance. Her long brunette hair was worn in the straight, completely loose fashion that is so popular among young girls today and she was attired in a typical teenage uniform of brief mini-dress and pantyhose. Al though she was attractive, there was nothing about her that would make her stand out in a crowd of girls her age.
"I lost my cherry before I was thirteen," she explained in a matter of fact way when I asked her to relate her psycho sexual background in chronological order. "Of course, that's hardly a world record the way things are today. I don't know how much you know about the teen sex scene today, but most girls are in to some pretty heavy stuff by the time they're in their early teens. I know I was really looking forward to it from the time I was eleven on. After I got started, I had sex with so many boys that I can't even remember most of their names."
I asked Lou Ann if she could characterize her early sexual experiences in a general way.
"Well," she started, shrugging as if to suggest that the subject had various ramifications that made it difficult to generalize. "It was a mixed bag. Of course, all that groping and feeling was quite exciting. But most of the boys were usually through about the time I was getting really started. As a result, I was always wanting more, more, more.
"Right from the start, I realized I was over sexed because most girls were satisfied with one guy per night. However, I could take on two or three, or even more. At the time we lived in a highly populated urban area, where there were plenty of guys who were willing to give you a quick lay. It was an integrated community and I made it with guys both black and white."
When Lou Ann was fourteen, her life underwent an abrupt change. Her parents were killed in an airplane crash and she was sent to live with her bachelor Uncle Floyd in a relatively remote area in the West. Lou Ann described her experiences in the following way:
At first I was completely devastated by the idea of living on that isolated ranch that seemed miles from any town. There wasn't a boy my age in sight. Uncle Floyd was a bachelor in his late thirties and although he didn't say anything I could sense that he wasn't too comfortable at having a fourteen-year-old girl suddenly moving in with him. The only other female on the ranch was the cook, a plump, middle aged woman named Bertha.
However, there were some compensations that I did enjoy. I took up horseback riding and began to enjoy outdoor life. There were several hired hands on the ranch and they always seemed willing to show a city girl like me the ropes. Most of them were weather beaten cowhands well into their fifties, but there was one who seemed to be only in his late thirties. His name was Jimmie and there were times when I thought he was looking at me in an interested fashion.
But despite the advantages of rural living, sex was my problem. After about a month, I was so horny that I didn't know what to do. Finally, I decided that I would simply have to make a play for Jimmie. I knew I would have to supply all the initiative myself, because he was the type who knew his place and wasn't going to risk his job by making a play for the boss' niece.
One evening I tracked him down behind an abandoned bunk house, where he had gone for a smoke while watching the sun set. I think he suspected what I had in mind the minute I sat down beside him and asked him if he would give me a puff on his cigarette. I took one puff on the cigarette and then tossed it as far away as I could. Before he could open his mouth to pro test, I wrapped my arms around him and kissed him as hard as I could right on the mouth.
"Wait a minute, wait a minute," he tried to slow me down. "Around these parts a guy could get in a peck of trouble for fooling with a gal your age."
"Don't worry, you're not ruining any virgin," I assured him. "Here, take a look at this and then tell me you're not interested!"
As I spoke, I quickly peeled my sweater up over my head and tossed it aside. I wasn't wearing any bra and I could see Jimmie's eyes widen with interest as he gazed at my bare breasts. He was obviously surprised that a fourteen-year-old girl could be so well developed.
"Well, I'll be ... " he mused.
"Times are passing you by, Jimmie," I teased him. "In the big city, girls my age are putting out these days. Here, let me show you what I can do!"
Without waiting for his reply, I dived between his legs. He seemed too dumbfounded to do anything as I hastily opened his jeans and got my hands inside them. I could feel his cock firming up nicely as I hauled it out and by the time I got it out into the open it was as stiff as celery. He had a nice red, thick slab of meat and my heart started pounding wildly at the sight of all that muscle.
Holding it in a tight grip, I opened my mouth and lowered it over the gleaming crown. He caught his breath sharply and I could feel his body stiffen perceptibly as I started showing him how good a fourteen-year-old girl's hot little mouth could feel on his stiff peter. Using my tongue and fingers to tease him all the more, I began sucking on it as if it were an oversize lollipop. It quickly became apparent that he could only take so much of that kind of loving.
"Here, here, that's enough!" he finally stopped me.
I promptly withdrew and began stripping off my jeans and panties. He watched as I stretched out on the grass with my legs wide open and I could tell that there was no way in the world he was going to resist that little box of mine.
"Come on, Jimmie!" I begged.
He took one quick look around to see that we were alone and then came down on me like a dive bomber. As his rock hard cock slid through my vagina, I let out a howl and wrapped all four limbs around him as tight as I could. He started pumping me with good, hard strokes and I began showing him how a fourteen-year old kid could throw her ass around. It was one of those slam-bam-thank you ma'am type fucks that was hard but quick. He shot what felt like a six month's supply of come into my pussy and I enjoyed a nice climax.
I could see his sanity quickly returning as he got off of me. "You'd better get your clothes on before someone sees us," he said in a worried voice.
"Okay, Jimmie," I laughed. He watched as I hastily put my clothes back on. "Come around and see me any time you want a piece of ass!" I teased as I scampered off.
From the look he gave me, I'm sure he would have liked to have spanked me.
That was the only time I made it with Jimmie, but that was mainly because of something else that happened a couple of days later. One evening about dark I happened to catch sight of Uncle Floyd and the cook, Bertha, walking out to the chicken house. Wondering what they were doing out there, I decided to join them. In view of their age and Bertha's middle age spread, the idea of the two of them having sex together never entered my head. As a result, I nearly walked right in on them and had to clasp my hand over my mouth to keep from screaming with surprise.
Holding her dress above the waist and wearing nothing below that, Bertha was backed against the wall and was obviously in an advanced stage of sexual hysteria. Uncle Floyd was in the process of hauling his cock out of his jeans and I nearly flipped when I saw it. It was the biggest hunk of meat I had ever seen. I'm not kidding when I say it was a good ten inches of good, solid meat. The very sight of it just made my panties fill up with cream and I could even feel it running down the sides of my thighs.
Without wasting time with any preliminaries, Uncle Floyd stepped forward and grabbed Bertha's big ass and lifted her right off her feet. Braced against the wall with her legs around his sides, Bertha shuddered violently and cried with a mixture of pain and excitement as he rammed that long, thick pole into her just as far as it would go. The thought of getting something that big shoved into me almost made me come right on the spot! Without even thinking about what I was doing, I started fingering myself.
Boy, did he ever give her a hard fuck! He was a strong husky man, the real outdoor type and he pumped with almost brutal strokes. I could see that he was almost driving Bertha crazy. She was shuddering and squealing and trembling, while frantically holding on to him with her arms and legs. Imagining myself in her position, I came right on the spot and even that wasn't enough to satisfy me.
Uncle Floyd celebrated his orgasm with a loud, cowboy whoop and Bertha's scream sounded like something out of Aida. I decided that I had better get out of there before my presence was discovered. By that time, I had come about three times and was almost too weak to walk. I returned to my room and flopped down on my bed to try to regain my composure.
It was some time before I heard Uncle Floyd and Bertha returned to the house. They were both in a pleasant mood and I could hear them .talking as they sat on the back porch drinking beer. From their conversation, it was apparent that that wasn't the first time he had plugged her.
Lying there in the semi-darkness and visualizing that gigantic prick of his, I couldn't help thinking that Uncle Floyd would surely enjoy fucking me more than something as old and spread out as Bertha. Moreover, it was all sort of a revelation to me because in the past I had never thought of him in a sexual way. However, from what I had seen it was apparent that he enjoyed fucking as well as anyone and probably more than a lot of people.
Right then and there, I made up my mind to seduce Uncle Floyd. I didn't think it would be very difficult and so it proved. One evening when the two of us were alone in the house, I took a shower, dabbed myself with some per fume and emerged from the bathroom with only my towel wrapped around me. I could see that Uncle Floyd was visibly surprised but obviously interested as I waltzed into the room with only that towel wrapped precariously around me.
"Young lady, you'd better put some clothes on," he blurted out.
He tried not to look at me, but it was apparent that he couldn't resist the temptation. His efforts were so comical that I couldn't resist giggling. I decided to give him an eyeful just to tease him.
"Oops!" I feigned surprise as I let the towel slide down to reveal a flash of bare tittie.
Uncle Floyd's eyes nearly popped out of his head and I could see him squirming in his seat. "What the ... " he started to say something but then abruptly stopped.
"I'm sorry," I apologized, flashing a teasing smile in his direction. "I hope that didn't bother you."
I deliberately moved over close to him, so that all he had to do was yank that towel away any time he wanted to.
"Listen, honey, I know girls your age sometimes get ideas," he began although he didn't seem to know how to continue.
The lump that was starting to form in his slacks seemed to contradict his paternal attitude.
"Look, Uncle Floyd, maybe I better explain some things to you," I said. "If you're afraid of popping someone's cherry, forget it!"
With that I simply let the towel drop to the floor and made no attempt to cover myself up. His face lit up and his prick nearly popped out of his pants. For a few moments, he just sat there, his eyes alternating between my breasts and pussy.
"Come on! Take your clothes off!" I suggested, a promising smile on my face. "No point fucking Bertha out in the chicken house when you got something like this around the house!" I added, flashing him a knowing smile.
"You brat!" he remarked as he hastily began undressing.
I found my heart beating ninety miles an hour when he stood up to remove his trousers, revealing a terrific tent in his shorts. As he straightened up after discarding his shorts, I simply melted at the sight of ten inches of bright red, raw masculine meat. My pussy started getting creamy and I couldn't resist the temptation to put it in my mouth, although he hadn't finished undressing and was in the process of pulling his undershirt off over the top of his head.
Without further ado, I leaned forward and slipped that velvety sleek head right into my hot little mouth. I had gathered up some saliva, so that my mouth really hit him with that warm, wet effect. Uncle Floyd froze on the spot and it was several seconds before he completed pulling off his undershirt. In the meantime, I kept busy sucking and used my hands to drum on the part that wasn't in my mouth.
"My God, it's enough to give a man a heart attack!" he remarked in a voice that seemed almost overcome.
He staggered backward and nearly fell into the nearest chair. Determined to show him what an accomplished cocksucker his fourteen-year-old niece was, I slipped down to a kneeling position between his thighs without once losing my grip on his massive cock. Once I was in position between his thighs, I went to work seeing how much of that thick masculine muscle I could get into my mouth.
"Oh, wow, baby, I don't know where you learned all those tricks, but it sure feels great!" he admitted in a voice that reflected his excitement.
His prick was so big that I had to work it in slowly, gradually getting myself accustomed to having my jaws pried apart like that. Leaning back in his chair and watching with obvious fascination, he had the pleasure of seeing more and more of his peter disappear into my hungry mouth. In a few moments, the crown was in nearly to my throat and both my mouth and pussy were simply drooling with excitement.
After letting it soak in my mouth for a few moments, I slowly began sucking on it in a deliberately measured fashion. Although Uncle Floyd was trying to hold himself back, I could tell that I was really getting to him. He was obviously genuinely amazed that a girl my age would know so much about fellatio, but I sup pose that was because he was a bachelor who was sort of out of touch with the times.
"Oh, that feels great, baby," he told me, squirming anxiously in his seat.
Pausing to swallow some saliva, I drew back until just the tip was inside my lips. "You've got the biggest cock I've ever seen, Uncle Floyd!" I told him. "But I want to feel it in my pussy, too!"
"Don't worry, you're going to get it in your pussy!" he told me with a laugh.
Without further ado, he slipped his hands under my arms and lifted me right off my feet. He stood up and I found myself dangling in the air with that sword of his sticking up between my legs! I instinctively screamed and waved my legs around in the air.
"Here we go, baby!" he told me, a knowing leer on his face.
"Uncle Floyd, please!" I begged as he started backing me toward the nearest wall. It was exciting but I was still scared of being impaled on that upright muscle of his.
Uncle Floyd backed me up until I was braced against the wall. "You asked for it, baby!" he told me. With that he abruptly sat me down right on his rigidly hard prick!
"OWW!" I screamed. It felt as if a bayonet had ripped right through me. That thick muscle rammed into me as far as it would go, dilating my vagina much more than I had ever experienced before.
"There!" Uncle Floyd exclaimed, with a note of satisfaction in his voice as he felt my tight young pussy surrounding his pounding cock.
"Oh! Oooh!" I squealed with mixed feelings of excitement and discomfort.
My bare arms and legs were hooked around him and I was hanging on for dear life. His weight was against me, forcing me against the wall to some extent although for the most part I was simply sitting on that huge ramrod of his. Although it was definitely uncomfortable in some respects, that position really made me appreciate the size of his magnificent tool.
"Oh, Uncle Floyd, wow, this is too much!" I cried although I was almost too breathless to get the words out.
Content to let me just ride on it for a moment, Uncle Floyd grinned at me. "Now, you're going to get the fucking of your life, you little minx!" he promised.
I didn't doubt it for a moment. Pressing me against the wall, he began pumping with firm, muscular thrusts of his pelvis. I had never felt anything like it before. His knobby, rigid cock penetrated areas of my cunt that had never tasted prick before and girl juice was bubbling out of me like a warm summer shower.
"Take that! And that!" Uncle Floyd kept repeating as if he were beating me up or something.
There was nothing I could do except hang on for dear life. Wrapping my arms and legs around him as hard as I could, I instinctively threw my hips around in an undulating, sensuous fashion.
"Oh! Oh! I've never been fucked like this before!" I exclaimed. "It feels as if I got a telephone pole in me!"
"You just wait! I've hardly got started yet!" Uncle Floyd promised me.
With that he began pumping with even harder strokes and each powerful thrust simply took my breath away. At times it felt as if that long, thick muscle was going to go clear through me and out my throat. My entire body shuddered with involuntary convulsions, much like a chicken who's just had its head cut off and I'm sure that Uncle Floyd really appreciated that combination of wriggling girl and tight pussy.
"Oh, you're driving me crazy!" I told him. "I don't know if I can stand it! Oh! Ow!"
My pussy felt burning hot all over. Girl lava was constantly foaming up, smearing his rap idly plunging cock and trickling down the insides of my legs. My cunt muscles were twitching instinctively and trying to grab that oversize hunk of masculine meat and I could feel my clitoris humming with feminine erectness. It was the best fuck I had ever had; there was no doubt about it.
"Oh! Oooh! I can't believe it!" I gasped in a distraught voice.
By this time, Uncle Floyd was really slamming it into me with punishing thrusts that were almost brutal. His massive cock seemed to be tearing my pussy apart, like a giant bull dozer that had gone berserk. He was breathing quite hard and his weight had me nailed helplessly to the wall.
"Take that! And that!" he kept saying.
Wriggling and squirming frantically, I sensed that both of us were close to exploding at the same time. I tried to talk, but I was so ex cited that I could only blubber indistinctly. My fingernails were digging deeply into his back and our bodies felt as if they had been glued together.
"There!" Uncle Floyd announced as he drove his pounding cock deeply into me with an almost savage thrust.
A searing blast of red hot come shot into my pussy and it suddenly felt as if someone had turned on a fountain inside me. I came with a violent orgasm that sent me into the clouds and I could hardly believe those spasms and convulsions that sent one shock wave after another ricocheting through my pussy. Uncle Floyd seemed to have enough spunk in him to satisfy six girls and one hot blast followed another until my pussy felt simply swollen with masculine cream.
"There! There!" he said, leaning against me to hold me in that position as our orgasms began to recede.
"Oh, wow, that was some fuck, Uncle Floyd!" I exclaimed excitedly, still squirming on that big rod of his like a worm on a fishing hook.
He finally let me down and we both just stood there trying to catch our breath. His pole was beginning to slacken, but its length was still impressive.
"You must have the biggest cock in the United States, Uncle Floyd," I told him.
"Among humans, anyway!" he replied with a laugh. "Wow, I need a shower after this," he added.
"Let me go with you!" I suggested.
He looked slightly surprised and then grinned. "Okay!" he quickly agreed.
The two of us went into the large bathroom that adjoined his bedroom. Instead of a tub, there was a glassed in shower stall that was quite spacious. Uncle Floyd grabbed a large bar of soap and the two of us stepped into the stall. He turned on the water real warm and we both took turns standing under it until we were soaked.
"Here, let's take turns soaping each other!" Uncle Floyd suggested.
He began soaping me in a thorough fashion, not missing a square inch and paying close attention to my titties and box.
"Oh, wow, this is kind of sexy!" I said, wriggling and giggling as I felt those probing masculine fingers doing their job.
After I had stood under the water to get the soap off me, Uncle Floyd handed me the bar of soap.
"I'm going to pay special attention to your cock and balls!" I told him.
I kept my promise. His balls were heavy and thick and just the type any girl would love to hold in her hands and fondle. As I soaped his peter, I could feel it beginning to expand and I knew it wouldn't take much to get it back in shape for combat.
As Uncle Floyd stood under the water to let the soap run off, I bent over at a forty-five degree angle and slipped the head of his cock inside my mouth. While the warm water splashed against my head and ran down my back, I employed my mouth and hands to give him another really pounding hardon.
"There, I guess you're ready again!" I told him, flashing a bright smile at him as I straightened up. I kept one hand on this cock, continually stroking it to keep it stiff.
He didn't even bother to turn off the water. Backing me against one wall, he lifted me off my feet and once again I found myself impaled on that powerful bayonet of his. While I squirmed and squealed and wriggled and wriggled with our two slippery bodies glued together, he proceeded to give me another good hard fuck. We both came at the same time and once again I found myself experiencing an intense orgasm that really had me up in the clouds.
After that, Uncle Floyd and I were sex partners on a regular basis. I just loved that super sized cock of his and couldn't get enough of it. At the same time, he really appreciated that tight little box of mine and how well I could throw my ass around while he was putting it to me.
We tried it in every position we could think of: the ordinary missionary position, dog style with my kneeling or bending over the back of a chair and with me on top. He even rigged up a trapeze over his bed, which I could hang on to while turning myself in complete circles with his big rod screwed deeply into me. We also fucked outdoors quite frequently and that was one thing I especially liked about that isolated rural atmosphere. There was a good size creek that ran through the property and we often went skinny dipping and then balled afterwards.
I remember one particular warm afternoon we went skinny dipping and Uncle Floyd fucked me twice as we were stretched out on the grass afterward. When we got back to the house later on, I kiddingly told Uncle Floyd that I could use another good hard fuck before dinner.
"Crying out loud!" he exclaimed in a mockly indignant manner. "Can't you ever get enough cock to suit you? I don't even think Caper could satisfy you!" he added, referring to his pet pony.
I laughed and retired to my room. However, his casual remark about Caper gave me some food for thought. The next day, while we were lying around resting after a nice fuck, I brought the subject up.
"Remember what you said about Caper yesterday?" I asked.
"Yeh, why?" he asked.
"I was just wondering," I remarked. "Is it really true that women sometimes get fucked by horses?"
"Yes," he replied with a laugh. "I saw an exhibition one time down in Mexico. Damnest thing I ever saw!"
"Tell me about it!" I could hardly wait to hear about it.
"Well, there was this girl," he explained. "Couldn't have been much older than you. Very pretty, with smooth olive skin and jet black long hair. She stretched out on this low table and her assistant dabbed vaseline all over her pussy. Then they brought in this donkey and it proceeded to fuck her. To this day, I don't see how she could take such a big cock in her cunt, but take it she did!"
The very idea made me squirm with girlish excitement. "How big was the pony's whanger?" I asked.
"How big?" he asked with a grunt. "Bout twice as big as mine I guess!"
"Wow!" I exclaimed, trying to imagine what it would feel like to have something that big between my legs. The thought sent shivers running up and down my spine.
We said nothing more about it at the time, but during the next few days my mind kept returning to that one subject. I thought about trying to take on Caper myself, but decided I couldn't do it without Uncle Floyd's assistance. From his attitude, I was sure he would go along with it. One afternoon, after he had given me a nice fuck, I brought up the subject again.
"Uncle Floyd, would you mind doing me a real big favor?" I asked, batting my eyes and flashing him my most feminine smile.
"What?" he asked.
"Fix me up with a date with Caper!" I suggested.
He looked visibly startled and stared at me for a few seconds. "We'd better use lots of vase line!" he replied with a laugh.
A chill ran through my body as I realized that he was willing to act as my accomplice. "Do you think I can do it?" I asked with some apprehension.
He shrugged as if he didn't really know. "You can do it, but for the next few days you're going to feel like someone drove a truck through your cunt.
"When can we do it!" I asked.
He looked thoughtful. "I'll have to fix up some little table for you to lie on," he replied. "Just relax and I'll call you to come out to the barn when I'm ready."
It was about a half hour before he called for me and I must admit that I did some nail biting during that interval. When I got out to the barn, I found that he had prepared a low table that would fit under Caper's belly and still leave room for me. Looking sleek and wholly un aware of the treat in store for him, Caper was standing a few feet away. A chill ran through my body as I took a quick look under him and started getting creamy at the very thought of having all that meat in me.
"Still want to go through with it?" Uncle Floyd asked. "I brought out plenty of vase line!"
"Yes!" I replied, although I was more than a little frightened as I suppose any girl would be under the circumstances.
I quickly peeled off my jeans and panties and stretched out supine on the table. Uncle Floyd had several jars of vaseline handy and he began dabbing it all over my pussy.
"It's going to take lots of vaseline," he re marked, as if talking to himself.
Biting my lip anxiously, I watched as he finished applying the vaseline.
"Now the easiest way is for me to just pull this table under Caper," he explained. "Now, when you get under him, you're going to have to open up your legs and hook them around his sides. It's really going to split you open!"
I held my breath with anticipation as Uncle Floyd began pulling the table in Caper's direction. In a few moments, I was lying directly under that handsome animal with my legs hooked around his smooth sides. Knowing that my big moment was about to arrive, I was really biting my nails and could feel spasms in my pussy at the very thought of being impaled on Caper's magnificent prick.
"You all set?" Uncle Floyd asked.
"Yeh, I guess so!" I replied in an anxious voice.
Uncle Floyd slowly pulled the table back toward Caper's rear. All of a sudden, the prize pony seemed to comprehend what we were planning. My eyes nearly bugged out as I suddenly got a glimpse of that gigantic prick pointing between my legs! I almost fainted and instinctively screamed at the sight of that huge battering ram.
"Uncle Floyd!" I yelled. "Get me out of here!"
He was bending over, watching intently.
"Hang on, baby, you can take it!" he said with a sly grin.
Caper's thick, slippery cock was brushing against my thighs and I could feel the head poking at my tiny crease. The thought of that massive animal organ penetrating my little box was simply terrifying and I found myself in a cold sweat. Uncle Floyd was looking on in completely unconcerned fashion, as if he couldn't care less that that immense muscle was about to tear me apart.
"Uncle Floyd, please help me get out of here!" I pleaded.
I started to struggle to get out from under Caper, but Uncle Floyd grabbed me and held me in place.
"Just a second!" he told me in place
"Just a second!" he told me. "Here he goes!"
Casper gave a thrust forward and that huge muscle starting to dilate my vagina.
"OWW!" I screamed at the top of my lungs. The pain was incredible. Caper's prick had to be three times as big as Uncle Floyd's and it felt as if someone were shoving a telephone pole up me.
Caper remorselessly thrust forward, penetrating deeper and pulling my vaginal walls apart to the point where I was afraid he would tear the tissue.
"OW! Please, Uncle Floyd! OW! It hurts too much! OWW!" I squealed and begged and tried to squirm away although my movements only made the ordeal more painful. "Ouch! Oh my! Ow! Oww!"
"He's really got it into you now!" Uncle Floyd observed in a casual manner.
Aided by the vaseline, Caper finally managed a complete penetration. I can't really de scribe how it felt like to have myself helplessly strung up on that gigantic animal prick. The intense pain of the initial penetration quickly passed, but it was still quite painful to have my vaginal walls distended like that. I was hanging on to Caper's body with my arms and legs and felt horribly small and weak under him. My eyes were filled with tears and I was writhing with a mixture of pain and sexual arousal.
"Oh, Uncle Floyd, I don't know if I can take it or not!" I exclaimed. "It feels like he's tearing me apart."
"You'll be okay!" he replied. He was watching the bizarre scene with obvious fascination and I could see I wasn't going to get any sympathy from him.
Snorting in typical fashion, Caper began thrusting that long pole of his back and forth in my vagina.
"Ow! Oh! Wow!" I squealed. The power behind those animal thrusts was simply unbelievable and I simply had no choice but to submit to it.
Pawing excitedly with one front paw, Caper pumped his huge prick back and forth with raw, hard thrusts. The sensations produced by having that immense muscle sliding back and forth in my tightly stretched vagina were simply out of sight! I really couldn't believe something like that was happening to me. My pussy felt hot and itchy and I simply couldn't help wriggling my little ass around on that table.
"Oh, Uncle Floyd, this is too much!" I ex claimed. "Wow! I can't believe it! Oh! Oooh!"
"After this you're really going to be spoiled!" he remarked as he watched Caper's massive prick thrusting back and forth inside me.
Caper was apparently enjoying his bizarre assignment as much as I was. Snorting and panting and constantly pawing and scraping one of his front paws, he pumped with progressively faster movements. The thrusts were quick and jerky and each forward thrust almost made my hair stand on end. Feminine honey was foaming all over the place, soaking Caper's prick until it was as slick as grease.
"Oh! Oh! Wow!" I cried out, although I was almost too breathless to say anything at all. "Oh! Oooh!"
"Hang on!" Uncle Floyd told me. "He's going to come soon!"
"So am I!" I replied. I could feel that hot fire in my pussy fanning out all over my body and felt as if my temperature had gone up by several degrees.
Caper was really panting and snorting by this time and Uncle Floyd later told me that his eyes were simply bugging out with animal excitement. Those thrusts of his prick were becoming even more powerful and seemed to be tearing my insides out.
"Oh! Wow! Oooh! Oh!" I gasped. There didn't seem to be any air left in my lungs and my loud, irregular gasps could be heard over Ca per's snorts.
Caper gave one final thrust forward and that was it! All of a sudden it was the fourth of July and New Year's Eve rolled into one. When Ca per's prick blasted away, you would have thought someone had detonated several sticks of dynamite in my pussy! He had twenty times as much spunk as a human being, enough to fill my cunt and come splashing out like Niagara Falls. I found myself experiencing a climax that was simply out of sight. I even think I blacked out momentarily and the spasms seemed to go on and on until I thought they never would stop.
I was shaking like a leaf when Uncle Floyd finally pulled me out from under Caper and was so weak in the knees that he had to hold me up for a few minutes.
"What a show you two put on!" he remarked. "I ought to sell tickets next time!"
Uncle Floyd had been right about one thing. For the next few days, I felt as if a truck had been driven through my pussy. And after that, Uncle Floyd's prick seemed positively small, something which he took with good grace because he had been my co-conspirator with Caper.
Since that time, I've had other dates with Caper. It seems like every so often I simply have to have a prick that big inside me. It hurts like hell at first, but after that the sensations are simply unbelievable. Uncle Floyd wants me to take on one of the horses next. They have even bigger pricks than Caper and it's going to take me awhile to get up enough nerve to tackle them.
CHAPTER FIVE - BESTIALITY AND NYMPHOMANIA PART TWO
Subject: Donna
File: D.L. 118
Age: 18
"I'll fuck anything that's got a prick!" eighteen-year-old Donna D. admitted. "Besides, I needed the money when I made that movie."
The shapely blonde teenager was referring to an 8mm, 200 ft. pornographic movie which features her having bestial intercourse with a huge male Weimaraner. The movie is in general commercial circulation around the country and can be found in numerous specialty shops featuring porno items. The author obtained a print in one of the sex shops on Van Buren street in Chicago and has seen prints in various other cities. The movie is in color and is well focused, unlike many such films.
"Why would a young girl be willing to have the rest of the country see her having intercourse with a dog?" was the natural question I posed to Donna.
She shrugged but kept her eyes averted. "Like I said, I needed the money," she explained. "Be sides, it's not that big a deal. No one on the street recognizes me and says, 'There goes the girl that fucks dogs.' "
I asked her if she would mind filling me in on her general background.
"Nothing much to it," she said. "I started fucking boys when I was twelve and must have fucked five hundred of them by now. I can never get too much prick to suit me. They say I'm a nymphomaniac and I'm not going to deny it. When I get that itch between my legs, I simply have to get something in there and fast.
"I've had some pretty wild experiences. One time at a party I took on every boy there by slip ping off to the bathroom with them one at a time. There were about fifteen boys there and their girl friends never did catch on what I was up to. At the time I was wearing special panty hose that have the front crotch part of them cut out, so all I had to do was whip up my skirt and there it was.
"Another time I volunteered to let myself get gang banged by a local motorcycle gang. There were about two dozen guys in the gang and most of them were the hairy, grizzly type you might expect. They took me out to the local cemetery and turned over one of the tombstones. They then laid my little ass out right on top of that tombstone and proceeded to line up to screw me. I took them all on and some of them came around for sloppy seconds. Would you believe I wore them all out?
"I had an even wilder experience with the same gang later on. When they were taking me home after that gang bang, one of them said to let them know when I was having my period. Naturally, I asked him what in the hell for. He said one of their guys still had to earn his Red Wings and I would find out more about it later.
"When my period started a few days later, I called this guy up and made arrangements to meet him at one of their hangouts. Most of the gang was there, drinking and having a high old time. One of the guys laid me out on a table, lifted my skirt, removed my panties and sanitary napkin. And without further ado, he proceeded to perform cunnilingus on me! The other guys stood around laughing and cheering him on and kept telling him that he'd have to make me come or it didn't count. Well, he succeeded."
Seeing that we were getting rather far afield, I asked Donna if she would describe the circum stances under which she made the porno movie with the Weimaraner. She collected her thoughts for a moment and then related the following narrative:
It all goes back to a rather raunchy party my boy friend, Mike, threw about a year ago. There were about six couples there and it was sort of expected that things would degenerate into an orgy atmosphere sooner or later. Everyone was sitting around drinking beer and getting relaxed when Mike announced that he had some new porno movies that he wanted to show. We all agreed because we knew from past experience that that could be rather stimulating.
Mike set up the screen and projector and threaded the first film through the latter. All the couples gathered around on the floor in a semi-circle and there was some feeling and groping even before all the lights were turned out. The first film was entitled Stud and the title was quite appropriate.
The hero must have been the Olympic champion in the long cock department, because he had a rod that must have been a good ten inches and would have made any girl cream her panties. He had two chicks working on him and his whanger was big enough to keep both their mouths busy. As soon as he got the movie going, Mike sat down and started feeling me up and I got my hand inside his slacks. Around us other couples were engaged in similar activities.
On screen the hero stretched out supine with one girl sitting on his face and the other sitting on his cock. The penetration was terrific, and just watching it was enough to make me squirm. After awhile the girls traded places and after a lot of bouncing and jouncing around the hero finally blew his wad like a Yellowstone geyser and the movie ended with the girls joyfully spreading his come all over their breasts and faces.
The second film was entitled A Girl's Best Friend and it was something different in deed. The girl was a busty blonde with enormous boobs and long hair and looked as if she might be in show business as a stripper or something. Her best friend, believe it or not, was an oversize, shaggy police dog. All of us had heard of that sort of thing, but none of us had ever seen that type of movie before.
I thought the dog was just going to lick some dog food off her pussy and that in fact was the way the movie started. The girl kept smearing some gravy-like food over her cunt and squirmed with sensuous movements of her hips as the dog readily lapped up the food. I could tell from the gasps and comments that I overheard that the film was having a highly stimulating effect on the audience and must admit that it made me squirm a little to sit there and watch it, especially with Mike's fingers probing and groping all over the place.
After awhile, the girl turned over until she was in a kneeling position on her knees and el bows with her bare ass jutting up higher than the rest of her body. Some of the girls in the audience almost screamed as that huge dog immediately mounted her back and made ready to fuck her. The camera zoomed in for a close up and we could all see that bright pink canine prick sticking out as the dog maneuvered to get it into her cunt.
I must admit that I was sitting there biting my lip, but I couldn't take my eyes off that scene. Finally, we could see the prick actually going between the girl's outer folds and penetrating her pussy. I heard someone say that it was all faked, but it obviously wasn't. The camera caught it at various angles and it was obviously genuine.
Boy, did that dog ever give her a hard fuck! I simply couldn't take my eyes off of it and I could hear the other girls gasping at the thought of getting plugged like that. That dog's cock went back and forth with rapid, piston-like jerks that were much faster than any boy's thrusts. The camera filmed it from various perspectives and occasionally you caught a glimpse of the blissful expression on the girl's face. It was obvious that she just loved it and she kept shaking her ass with wild, jungle-like movements. They were still fucking hard when the film ran out.
"Run it again!" someone suggested.
Mike quickly complied. As the film ran for the second time, you could tell that everyone in the room was getting hot and bothered. You could hear zippers being undone and various other noises that clearly denoted sexual activity. My hand was encircling Mike's rigid pole and his fingers were exploring my warm, wet pussy. From time to time, a couple would quietly depart for another room where there would be more privacy.
By the time the movie finished running for the second time, Mike and I were the only couple left in the room.
"I want to try something wild!" I told him as he removed my panties for me.
"What's that?" he asked.
"Run the movie again and let me watch it while you ball me!" I suggested.
He seemed to think the idea was amusing. "Okay," he agreed. "We can do it dog fashion and you can pretend I'm a dog!" he added with a laugh.
While Mike rewound and re-threaded the film, I got into an all-fours kneeling position with my skirt pulled up over my hips. Mike restarted the film and moved into a position behind me.
"Do I look like a dog?" I asked as I began watching the bizarre performance on screen again.
"No, but you're sure going to feel like one when I put this into you!" Mike replied with a laugh.
To make our movements coincide as much as possible, he waited until the dog had mounted the girl on screen and then grabbed me by the waist and thrust it in with a hard lunge.
"Yeow!" I squealed as that hard, hot meat suddenly opened up my vaginal channel.
As the dog on screen started plugging it to the girl, Mike began giving me similar treatment from the rear. Trying to imagine myself in that girl's position, I suddenly found myself getting wildly turned on. Pussy juice bubbled up all over the place and I began shaking my ass around just like the girl on screen.
"Hey, this is wild!" I cried out. There was no doubt that the images on screen had a highly stimulating effect.
"Just pretend I'm somebody's Great Dane!" Mike laughed.
He was ramming his cock back and forth in side me with quick, jerky movements that were highly imitative of the dog's movements on screen. Squealing and gasping, I was tossing my ass around with circular, undulating movements. My breasts felt taut with arousal and I was so deliciously warm and wet that you could hear Mike's ramrod squishing as it slid back and forth.
"Oh, wow, that's the way! Yeow! Oooh! Oww!" I exclaimed in a breathless voice.
Just as the film started to run out, Mike gave a hard thrust that sent his hard, hot cock in to the hilt and I felt that wonderfully warm cream jetting into my pussy in hot blasts. Arching my back sharply, I let myself go with a climax that nearly took my breath away. My pussy seemed to go berserk with uncontrollable spasms and I'm sure Mike could feel my cunt walls grabbing at his hard meat.
"Hey, you were really turned on that time!" Mike remarked as he withdrew and got up to turn off the projector.
"It was that movie," I told him as I fought to catch my breath.
"Maybe I ought to fix you up with a dog!" he told me with a laugh.
"Might be a good idea," I replied although I laughed to show him that I really wasn't serious.
That episode planted the seed for what was to happen later. Although there were some kid ding comments from time to time, nothing more happened until several weeks later Then one afternoon I received a phone call from Mike, who was staying by himself while his parents were on vacation.
"Remember that dog movie that turned you on so much?" he asked.
"Sure. Why?" I asked.
"Would you like to try a little canine sex yourself?" he asked in a voice that sounded as if he definitely were not joking.
"Are you serious?" I replied. I felt my heart skip a beat at the prospect of actually doing something like that.
"Sure," he said. "Our neighbors asked me to look after their Irish setter while they're away. Looks like he's got a great prick!"
"Well," I found myself gulping. "Maybe we could try it and -see what happens!"
"Okay, I'll pick you up in a few minutes!" he said.
A few minutes later I was at Mike's. He went out in back and returned with the neighbor's Irish setter in tow.
"Isn't he a beauty?" Mike asked.
My heart started beating at a quicker pace and I felt my hands growing clammy. If I hadn't seen that movie, I'm sure I would never have gone ahead with it. "Sure is," I replied. "What's his name?"
"Dannie," Mike said.
"That's a good name for an Irish setter," I re marked, petting him on the head.
"Let's go in the bedroom and take off our clothes," Mike suggested. "Come on, Dannie. Come with us!"
The two of us hastily retreated to the bedroom and began pulling off our clothes. Dannie watched us with obvious curiosity. Mike had a hardon and that seemed to interest him more than anything.
"Come on, what are you, a fuckin' homo?" Mike asked, pushing him away. "Here, give him a sniff!" he directed me.
"Come here, Dannie!" I commanded. "Here, try this!" I grabbed his head and aimed it at my midsection.
He began sniffing my pussy with obvious curiosity.
"Looks like he likes it!" Mike observed.
Dannie suddenly extended his tongue and gave me a wet swipe.
"Yipe!" I squealed as Mike laughed.
"Let him lick it!" Mike suggested. "Maybe we should put some dog food on it," he added.
"Come on, Dannie, lick my pussy!" I encouraged the friendly animal. "Lick up all that nice girl juice!"
Dannie required little encouragement. Once he realized he had my permission, he went to work licking my pussy with obvious enthusiasm. Standing with my legs apart, I couldn't refrain from wriggling my hips as I felt that strong young tongue working on me. The area was soon immersed in girl juice and Dannie seemed to thoroughly enjoy the taste of it.
"Wow, that's some tongue he's got!" I ex claimed in a somewhat breathless voice. "Lot of power there!"
"Wait till you see how much power he's got in his prick!" Mike told me with an amused laugh.
Although I was a little apprehensive, as any girl might be, I was all set to give it a try. As I had seen the girl in the movie do, I dropped down on all fours and leaned forward on my forearms.
"Let's see if he knows what to do!" Mike said. "Come on, Dannie, show us how much you like pussy!"
There was no doubt that Dannie knew what we had in mind. His body quivered expectantly and I could see his pink prick emerging from its foreskin.
"Go on, Dannie, get on her!" Mike urged.
Standing behind me and sniffing at my rear for a moment, Dannie finally reared back and mounted me. He was heavier than I had expected and my back sagged under his weight. Mike was on his knees, watching and trying to help Dannie get started. My entire body felt tense with expectation and I bit my lip anxiously.
"Come on, Dannie!" Mike kept saying. "There! There! He's got it now!"
"Yipe!" I screamed as Dannie's bone hard prick stabbed my pussy and suddenly filled my cunny with hot, hard canine cock.
"Give it to her, Dannie boy!" Mike urged the excited animal.
Without further ado, Dannie started pumping it to me with quick, jerky thrusts. Each forward thrust sent that solid canine muscle deep into my pussy, filling it and stretching the walls to the utmost. Given no choice in the matter, I simply had to squirm and wriggle like a worn.
"Oh, wow, this is too much!" I cried out. "God, is his prick ever hard!"
"You're really getting dog fucked now!" Mike observed with an amused laugh.
His upright cock showed what effect the scene was having on him.
"Wow, that's the way, Dannie!" I exclaimed. "You're really giving my pussy a workout!"
I could sense that he was going to come at any moment and sure enough, I suddenly found myself getting a good blast of canine come deep in my cunt. Impaled on that exploding cock, I found myself experiencing an intense orgasm. Dannie really shot a load into me and I collapsed on the floor gasping for breath.
"Wow, what a fuck!" I gasped. It was a couple of minutes before I could manage to sit up. "I wish I could take both you guys on at the same time," I remarked, although it was merely an idle comment and not a suggestion.
"Why not?" Mike suggested. "Think you can take Dannie's pecker up your ass?"
"Let's try it!" I said. "That'd really be wild!"
Mike stretched out in a supine position on the floor and I quickly screwed myself into position on top of his rock hard cock. Leaning well forward with his throbbing muscle deep in my pussy, I motioned for Dannie to mount me from the rear.
"Come on, Dannie!" Mike spoke up. "Put it in her other hole this time!"
Dannie seemed uncertain of what his role should be and cautiously circled the two of us for a couple of moments. Both of us kept urging him to mount me and he finally took the hint.
"Put it in my ass, Dannie!" I urged. "Come on!" I reached back to spread my bottom cheeks to make it easier for him. "I'll bet you can feel it when he gets it in me!" I told Mike.
Mounted on my back with his front paws sliding around my sides, Dannie was working to get his extended prick into my little hole. The idea of being taken sandwich style with two pricks in me at the same time was wildly exciting and I found myself simply shivering with anticipation. My pussy juices were thoroughly lubricating Mike's rigid cock and that position permitted the maximum penetration.
"How's he coming?" Mike asked, his vision blocked off by my body.
For a moment, I was too excited to answer. "I think he's getting it!" I said. "There! There! He's got it in my asshole!"
Dannie's stiff member found the tiny opening and I let out a howl as that thick canine muscle thrust into me like some oversize proctoscope.
"He's got it!" I cried out. "Do you feel it? Do you feel it, Mike? Do you feel his prick in my asshole?"
"Yeh, I feel it!" Mike replied.
"That's the way, Dannie! Keep it in me!" I spoke with wild excitement. "Two pricks at once! Oh, wow!"
Mike began thrusting his pelvis back and forth, sending his rigid joystick deep into my pussy. At the same time Dannie excitedly put it to me from the rear, jamming his rigid dog bone deep into my anal canal. The two simultaneously moving pricks created sensations that were simply indescribable, particularly in that membrane separating the two channels.
"Do you feel it, Mike? Do you feel it?" I kept asking in a distraught voice.
"Yeh, I can feel Dannie's old pecker sliding back and forth in there!" Mike told me.
All three of us were moving around with purely instinctive movements. Although I was completely out of breath, I kept throwing my hips around in various directions. Both Mike and Dannie pumped with progressively faster movements and the feel of those two rapidly moving pricks was simply out of sight. In a few moments, I felt both of them discharging at the same time and I let out a yell as hot come began to fill both channels.
"Wow, a double creaming!" I cried out as I found myself experiencing a convulsive climax.
Mike and I collapsed laughing on the floor and Dannie seemed to be as amused as we were. During the next couple of weeks while Mike's parents were away, we invited Dannie in for several sessions of far out sex. Although he didn't say so, I think Mike enjoyed those bizarre sessions as much as I did.
It was a couple of months later when the chance to make the movie came along. Mike approached me with the idea, saying that he had met someone who was looking for a girl who made a porno movie with a dog. The price was one hundred bucks and that sounded like big money to me. I could see that Mike was all in favor of the idea and I impulsively agreed to go along with it.
I never knew much about the guy for whom we made the movie. He was a tall, lanky character of around forty who was known to us only as Mr. Reed. Mike had heard that he was a successful trial lawyer who was dabbling in porno as a sideline, but that was only a rumor. We met at a small cafe where he apparently wanted to get an advance look at me to see if I were suitable for the part.
"You look okay for the part," Mr. Reed told me in a matter-of-fact voice. "You sure you can handle it? I've got a hundred pound Weimaraner lined up to play your lover. He's gentle but he's carrying a lot of lumber down there!" Mr. Reed whistled slightly, as if to impress me with the dimensions of my cinematic partner.
I glanced quickly over at Mike and could see that he clearly wanted me to go ahead with it. "I think I can handle it," I told Mr. Reed. "I've got experience!" I blurted out afterward when he did not look entirely convinced.
"Okay, it's a deal," Mr. Reed said and then gave us directions as to how we could get to his studio.
His studio turned out to be a private home in a secluded residential area. Mr. Reed himself answered the door when Mike rang the buzzer.
"We're all set," he told us. "Come out back and I'll introduce you to Hermann Goering."
"Is that his name?" I couldn't help asking.
"Right," Mr. Reed said as he led us through the well furnished house.
As we emerged into the fenced in backyard, I caught my first glimpse of Hermann Goering. It was enough to make a girl's heart stop. I had never dreamed a dog could be that BIG!
"My God!" I gasped, clasping my hand over my mouth. "Look how big he is!"
"Wow!" Mike reacted in similar fashion.
"Oh, Mike, I'm scared!" I admitted.
"He's perfectly gentle," Mr. Reed assured us. "Hermann, come here!"
The giant animal instantly obeyed and quickly lumbered over to us. He seemed quite friendly and Mr. Reed patted him on the head. I began to feel a little more at ease and both Mike and I patted him.
"You can see that he is perfectly gentle," Mr. Reed repeated. "Now, I've got a basement room set up for the movie."
Hermann Goering accompanied the three of us down to the basement studio. Apart from lights and camera equipment, the room was devoid of furnishings except a mattress on the floor and a couple of chairs. It was apparent that Mr. Reed was going to serve as his own cameraman.
"I've got a couple of cans of dog food here, but I don't want Hermann to see them until we're ready to start," Mr. Reed told me. "Now, there's not much of a script, Donna. You just take off your clothes, smear some of the dog food on your beaver and then we'll turn Hermann loose and the two of you can improvise from there."
As he spoke, Mr. Reed leashed Hermann to a ring in the cement wall.
"Better take your clothes off," he told me in a casual voice.
Trying not to feel too self-conscious, I began peeling off my clothes. Paying no attention to me, Mr. Reed went around turning on various lights. In a few moments, the room was almost unbelievably bright and I was beginning to feel the heat from the lights. Completely nude, I stood on the mattress awaiting instructions. In the glare of the lights, I could see that her mann Goering was looking at me in a steady and rather curious, but not hostile, fashion. The size of that beast made me shiver and I kept praying that he was as gentle as Mr. Reed assured us that he was.
Once the lighting was arranged to suit him, Mr. Reed checked out the camera and then opened up a couple of cans of dog food. That perked up Hermann's interest considerably and I could see him straining on his leash.
"Here," Mr. Reed remarked, handing the cans of dog food to me. "Now stretch out on your back facing the camera and start smearing that crap on your beaver after I start the camera. We'll run a couple of minutes of you alone before we turn Hermann loose."
I stretched out on the mattress as he directed and began smearing the dog food on my pussy when Mr. Reed gave the signal. I could see that Mike already had a big hardon, but Mr. Reed seemed completely businesslike about the whole thing.
"Arch your back and lick your lips and act as if you just can't wait for some hot bed sex!" Mr. Reed directed.
I tried to comply with his instructions. In the background, I detected that Hermann was becoming quite excited by the sight of that dog food on my pussy. I could see him really pulling on his leash and despite the whir of the camera, I could hear him panting impatiently. It was downright scary and I was beginning to wish that I had turned down that assignment.
"That's the way!" Mr. Reed told me as I arched my back and undulated my hips for the benefit of future viewers.
"Okay, Hermann, now go get her!" Mr. Reed suddenly exclaimed as he released the leash.
Freed from the restraint, Hermann Goering leaped forward with almost blinding speed. It was a terrifying thing and I screamed with horror. The huge animal apparently had not been fed for some time and he went after the dog food on my pussy as if he were starving. Lapping up the food with long swipes of his powerful tongue, he wolfed it down as fast as he could and went after more.
"Get him off of me! Get him off of me!" I screamed, pushing haplessly at Hermann's head. "Mike, help me!"
"Stay back, Mike!" Mr. Reed warned. "This is what we want! Scream, baby! Act as if he's raping you!"
I screamed but I wasn't acting. Hermann was all over me, gobbling the food up as fast as he could while I rolled and squirmed helplessly under him. Apparently thinking I was just acting, Mike didn't lift a finger to help me.
"Please get him off me, please!" I begged, crying with helpless terror. "Please, he'll hurt me!"
"Get back, Mike!" Mr. Reed yelled savagely at him. "Hermann will take a chunk out of you if you try to stop him now!"
The atmosphere was becoming quite hysterical. Hermann seemed to be in a perfect frenzy as his long tongue gleaned every morsel of dog food from my pussy. Terrified by those powerful jaws of his, I was so afraid that he would bite me that I couldn't resist him. Trembling like a leaf, I simply lay there crying and begging the two of them to rescue me.
"That's the way, scream! Scream, baby!" Mr. Reed yelled at me, zooming in with the camera to get a close up of that terrified look on my tearful face.
"Mr. Reed, I ... " I heard Mike trying to pro test.
"Shut up!" Mr. Reed roared at him. Mr. Reed was acting like a madman, yelling at all of us and moving the camera around to catch the action at various angles.
"Please, somebody, help me, get me out of here!" I blubbered hysterically.
"That's enough eating, Hermann!" Mr. Reed yelled at him. "Now, fuck her! Spread your legs, baby! Spread 'em!"
I was afraid to refuse.
"Go on, Hermann!" Mr. Reed continued yelling at the giant Weimaraner. "Fuck her! God damnit, you know what I want! Fuck her!"
Hermann was standing astride me in full command of the situation.
"Get him off me! Get him off me! Please!" I begged breathlessly.
Despite the glare from the bright lights, I clearly discerned Hermann's gigantic prick emerging from its foreskin. It was simply HUGE!! I gulped and then screamed with a mixture of fear and excitement. Mike was bending over to watch and I could see that his eyes simply bugged when he caught sight of that monstrous prick.
"Get out of the way, Mike!" Mr. Reed yelled as he moved the camera in for a close-up of Her mann's immense tool.
"Help me! Please. Save me!" I begged. "Please, I couldn't stand ... It's too big!"
Just at that moment Hermann doubled up his front paws and lowered them on my shoulders, pinning me completely to the mattress. His weight seemed enormous and nearly crushing. He was in full control of me and both of us knew it.
"Please! Mike, please! Mr. Reed, please!" I pleaded, feeling totally helpless under Her mann's massive body.
"Hurry up, Hermann!" Mr. Reed urged, completely oblivious to my plight. "Goddamn it, we're running out of film."
Hermann was maneuvering to get that massive prick of his in my pussy and there wasn't a thing I could do about it. I was actually being raped and those two were just standing there without lifting a finger to help me.
"OWW!" I screamed with pain as Hermann's gigantic torpedo sliced through the outer folds of my cunny. "Stop him, please! I can't stand it! Please! Oh, please!"
"Keep screaming, baby!" Mr. Reed yelled at me, continually alternating the camera between my distraught face and the sight of that horrible penetration.
Shuddering and wracked with pain, I could do nothing but simply lie there as that huge Weimaraner screwed his immense organ deep into my yielding pussy. The pressure from that over size muscle was so intense that I thought he was going to tear me apart.
"Fuck her, Hermann!" Mr. Reed demanded in a loud voice. "Fuck her! Come on! We haven't got all day!"
"Please! It hurts too much!" I pleaded. "Please, save me! I can't stand it!"
The weight of that huge animal left me completely pinned to the mattress and I was afraid he'd be at my throat if I dared try pushing him off me. Ramming and banging, panting and snorting furiously, Hermann started slamming that heavy lumber of his. Every thrust simply lifted my hips off the mattress and slammed me back down again. Hermann handled me as easily as a tiny doll.
"Please! Somebody, make him stop! Please!" I continually begged and pleaded.
"Give it to her, Hermann! That's a boy!" Mr. Reed yelled. "Keep screaming, people'll want to see that pain on your face!" He was running around like a maniac, filming the action from all angles and lengths. I couldn't imagine how he could just let me suffer like that, but he seemed totally unconcerned about anything except that movie.
"Oh, no, make him stop, please!" I begged.
Slamming and banging me around at will, Hermann finally gave one mighty shove forward and I felt dog come shooting into me like a cannon going off. Mr. Reed was on his knees, filming the excess dog cream that sloshed out of my pussy. To my exquisite embarrassment, I responded to Hermann's climax with an orgasm of my own. My entire body quivered and trembled uncontrollably and I could feel my feminine juices mixing with hot dog cream. Hermann rested contentedly on top of me, his weight nearly crushing me.
"Come on, Hermann, we're out of film any way!" Mr. Reed told the oversize beast.
With apparent reluctance, Hermann dismounted and I breathed a sigh of relief as Mr. Reed escorted him to the door.
"You okay, kid?" Mr. Reed asked casually when he returned.
"Yeh, I guess so," I managed.
Still shaking, I put on my clothes and the three of us went upstairs. Mr. Reed gave me a stiff drink and an envelope containing the money. I felt as if I'd earned every penny of it and then some.
As we drove home afterwards, Mike suddenly started laughing.
"What's so funny?" I asked.
"That old man Reed turned out to be a real Alfred Hitchcock," he laughed.
"He's a maniac if you ask me," I replied. "And you sure weren't any help when that monster was mauling me."
Mike grinned at me. "You loved it!" he told me.
He was right.
CHAPTER SIX - BESTIALITY AND THE EARLY ADOLESCENT
Subject: Emily J.
File: D.L. 119
Age: 13
At thirteen, Emily was completely virginal but highly curious about her body and sexual matters. She was blonde and physically well developed for her age, with a discernible bust line that was the envy of her friends. She had had her first period and was proud of the visible growth of fluffy hair that formed a triangle at the apex of her thighs. She liked to dress in a manner designed to call attention to her budding attractions and was especially pleased by the fact that she often caught the eye of boys several years older than herself.
As an only child, Emily knew very little in fact about the opposite sex. Apart from a few pictures and some descriptions she had gotten from her little girl friends, she did not know what a boy really looked like. One of her girl friends always used the word "snake" in refer ring to the masculine sexual organ, but Emily did like that term because it gave her a creepy feeling. She in fact was quite fascinated by the male penis, although some of the things she had heard about its size when erected frightened her. It seemed quite impossible that something that big could fit into her little box.
Despite her fears of the unknown, Emily was becoming progressively more and more intrigued by the subject of sex. She had discovered the pleasures of masturbation and practiced it on an almost daily basis. Her hymen was still intact and displaying remarkable suppleness against the pressures of her probing fingers. Her tiny clitoris was highly sensitive and the slightest caress sent shivers racing throughout her entire body. Like most developing young girls, she possessed feminine juices in abundance and the slightest stimulation could turn her on like a fountain.
Among her and her girl friends, there was constant talk and speculation about sexual matters. There were tales of sexual adventures, some of which Emily felt were highly exaggerated. Yet, at the same time, she envied her girl friend's experiences and was always eager to know all the details about them. The stories she heard served as fuel for her daily masturbatory activities and at times her vivid imagination almost got the best of her.
One afternoon Emily and several of her girl friends were discussing sexual topics at a ham burger joint they often visited after school.
"You ought to see that movie my brother let me see the other night!" one of the girls, Anne, spoke up. "Was it ever far out!"
"About sex?" one of the others asked.
"Yes!" Anne replied, nodding her head quite vigorously. Her manner indicated that she knew a very interesting secret that the other girls would just love to know. "But not normal sex. It's about a girl and A ... a ... " She paused, deliberately teasing her companions.
"A girl and a what?" one of them asked.
"A dog!" Anne spoke as if she knew the impact her words would have on the others.
"A dog!" several girls spoke almost simultaneously, their faces betraying their surprise.
Emily was just as surprised as the others, but she sat listening quietly.
"Yes!" Anne reiterated.
"Are you kidding?" one of the asked.
"No," Anne replied, a flick of annoyance on her face.
"Tell us about it!" a couple of the girls demanded.
Anne proceeded to give an account of the movie, which consisted of bestial cunnilingus followed by intercourse. From her description, the movie sounded very much like a standard dog fucks girl porno movie, although the cinematic adventure sounded highly original and far out to the inexperienced girls.
"Gee, I didn't know they made movies like that!" one of the girls commented.
"Ah, they've got movies about everything!" one of her more worldly friends advised her.
After her description of the movie, Anne was bombarded with questions by the eager girls, who were hungry for every detail. Although she listened with great attentiveness, Emily asked no questions. With her quick thinking mind, she was already planning a project that she considered much too daring to confide to her friends.
After their hamburgers and malts, the group broke up and headed for their respective homes where many of them no doubt would immediately get on the phone and begin communicating with each other again. Emily walked home at a faster pace than usual. The story she had heard had produced a stimulating effect on her and her panties were soaked with feminine moisture. She knew her parents would not be home for a couple of hours and that would give her plenty of time for the experiment that she was planning.
As she neared her home she caught sight of her pet Saint Bernard, Napoleon, napping in the front yard. The large animal was still merely a pup, but nevertheless considerably larger than most dogs. Emily's heart skipped a beat and she wondered if she dared go ahead with what she was planning.
"Hey, Napoleon!" she called out to attract his attention.
Overjoyed to discover the presence of his young mistress, the husky young animal jumped up and trotted over to her. Emily patted his head and smiled at the sight of his rapidly wagging tail.
"Napoleon, I'm going to give you the nicest present any pup ever got!" Emily said. "If I don't lose my nerve!" she added as a precautionary matter.
Napoleon happily trotted by her side as she walked around the side of the house and entered by the back door.
"You can come inside, Napoleon," she said, granting him a privilege that was rather rarely bestowed.
Standing aside, she permitted the sleek young Saint Bernard to precede her into the house. The strength in his still developing body was quite apparent as he brushed past her, momentarily pinning her to the door. The back door opened into a large family room, which seemed ideal for the purposes she had in mind.
"Now sit down and be patient a minute," Emily cautioned the eager young animal. "I'm going to feed you but it's not the sort of meal you're used to!"
To assure privacy, Emily quickly went about closing the shades. Her heart was starting to pound rather quickly and there were times when twinges of doubt occasionally clouded her mind. With the shades safely closed, Emily turned on a light and began undoing her blouse. Seated obediently on the floor, Napoleon watched his young mistress with some curiosity.
"I'm going to take off all my clothes and play with you!" Emily told him on a pleasant voice. "What do you think of that?"
Although he couldn't comprehend her words, Napoleon happily wagged his tail at the pleas ant ring in her voice. Emily removed her blouse and skirt and tossed them over a chair. The pretty adolescent was wearing a matching turquoise bra and pantie set that stood out vividly against her smooth white body. She quickly slipped off her bra, revealing nicely formed young breasts that were quite firm and saucily uptilted.
"Like what you see, Napoleon?" Emily asked in an exhilarated voice.
The cute teenager stripped down her panties, revealing the fluffy triangle that covered her pink young pussy and tossed them aside. The light brown hairs were glistening with feminine moisture and Emily was experiencing that itchy sensation which sometimes drove her nearly to distraction.
"Now, let's play a little, Napoleon!" she said, quickly stretching out on the floor and cuddling up with the oversize young animal. "Oh, that feels good!" she exclaimed as she felt Napoleon's warm, sleek coat of hair brushing against her naked body. "Doesn't that feel good, Napoleon?"
Delighted with the chance to romp with his young mistress, Napoleon wriggled playfully on the floor. Emily could feel the powerful muscles rippling through his young body as she caressed him with both hands, hugging him and holding him as tightly to her as she could. There were still a few doubts in her mind, but she knew she didn't have to rush about making a decision.
"Isn't this fun, Napoleon?" the cute teenager exclaimed as they rolled on the floor. "I love that silky feeling of your body."
While the young Saint Bernard wrestled playfully with her, Emily ran her hands all over his strong young body. She began to wonder what would happen if she touched him down there, as she referred to it in her own mind. Lying behind him with their bodies touching, she began caressing him in a progressively bolder passion.
"Let's see what this does for you!" she re marked as her eyes curiously explored the fore skin that concealed his young canine penis.
Using just the tips of her fingers, she ran them over the foreskin in a light caress. She could feel the powerful young muscle garaged in that largely concealed fashion. Napoleon trembled violently and was obviously highly affected by his mistress' light touch.
"Like it, huh?" Emily teased.
Once again she repeated the process with her fingers and giggled at Napoleon's quivering response. She continued rubbing with her fingers and suddenly Napoleon's bright pink cock began making its appearance. The sturdy young muscle was gleaming brightly and was much longer than Emily had imagined.
"Oh, it's beautiful!" Emily exclaimed. Her heart skipped a beat at the sight of the raw animal organ and she suppressed an impulsive de sire to put it in her mouth. "It's gorgeous, Napoleon!"
Tormented by his pretty young mistress, Napoleon quivered with awakened sexual desire. Emily's fingers tantalized the base of his long organ, keeping it extended from its foreskin. She had been slightly afraid that he might offer strong opposition to her overtures, but that was obviously not going to be the case.
"Oh, you sexy animal!" Emily whispered to him. "You're just beautiful."
The cute teenager could already sense that her virginity was about to go down in shipwreck. Although the size of that canine penis made the prospect a little frightening, she wanted that beautiful young muscle inside her in the worst way. She could feel her feminine juices flowing, seeping through the plump outer lips of her pussy and leaving her pubic hairs glistening with their moisture.
"Here, Napoleon, take a sniff of this!" Emily said in an excited voice.
Abandoning his prick for the time being, the well developed adolescent twisted around until she was seated directly in front of the husky Saint Bernard. The feminine aromas emanating from her midsection immediately as sailed his nostrils and she could see his ears perking up with interest.
"Do you like that?" Emily asked with a giggle. "Here, go ahead and have a sniff!
Napoleon cautiously edged forward and Emily leaned back to give him working room. His tail was wagging and the young teenager could see that he appreciated her sexual odors. By this time, his nose was almost brushing her pubic hairs and the sturdy young animal sniffed in curious fashion, his entire body alert with an almost electric tension.
"You like it, don't you?" Emily teased. Her face felt flushed and she found herself quite relaxed and able to enjoy the episode. "How would you like to put that big peter of yours in there?"
Napoleon sniffed for a few moments and then extended his tongue, swiping it along the pink crease in surprisingly powerful fashion.
"Eeek!" Taken completely by surprise, Emily squealed girlishly as Napoleon's tongue suddenly made contact with her pink pussy.
Acting as if he knew he had done something naughty, the young Saint Bernard quickly drew back his head and awaited the expected reprimand.
"No, it's okay," Emily told him in an approving voice. "Go on and lick my pussy if you like!"
Encouraged by the approving tone in her voice, Napoleon edged forward once again and began licking the slippery groove with moist swipes.
"Oh, Napoleon, that feels so good!" Emily told him in a genuinely appreciative voice. "You like all that nice girl juice, don't you?"
The young animal's strong tongue had a much more exciting effect on her than she would have imagined and Emily found herself squirming with sensual movements. Her face felt hot and she was experiencing a tingling sensation in her breasts that forced her to run her hands through them, molding and massaging them until the nipples were taut with feminine erectness.
"Oh, wow, Napoleon, you're really getting me turned on!" Emily exclaimed. "See how juicy I am!"
Wagging his tail in an excited fashion, Napoleon eagerly licked the young girl's pussy with his powerful tongue. Instinctively, he seemed to realize that he was preparing her for something even bigger to come. Emily could see his muscular body quivering with sexual tension.
"You want to bust my cherry, don't you, Napoleon?" she asked. "Don't you?"
Emily was more than a little surprised by the extent of her sexual arousal. Her young body felt vibrantly alive with a tingling sexual awareness she had never experienced before and there was a hot, burning sensation in her pussy that seemed to demand fulfillment. Although the thought of Napoleon's massive muscle penetrating her little box and breaking her hymen was still frightening, there was no doubt in her mind that she wanted to go through with it.
"Come on, Napoleon!" Emily told the ex cited animal. "It's time we graduated to something else!"
The nude teenager quickly moved into a kneeling position and leaned well forward on her elbows and forearms, trying to make herself look as much like a dog as possible.
"Okay, Napoleon, you know what I want!" she told him. "Go on! Just pretend I'm a dog, too!"
Napoleon stood with his four feet planted squarely apart, looking at his young mistress with obvious interest.
"Come on!" Emily coaxed. "Come on! Come on, you've got a nice cherry just waiting for you!"
The oversize Saint Bernard cautiously moved into position behind her and paused to sniff her hindquarters with animal cautiousness before proceeding. Tickled by his cold nose, Emily squirmed her little butt in front of his face.
"What are you waiting for, Napoleon?" she asked, looking back over her shoulder. "Come on!"
Finally, Napoleon reared back on his hind legs and proceeded to mount his teenage mistress in standard dog fashion. Emily's back sagged as she suddenly felt his weight resting on top of her and she had to be careful not to lose her balance. Looking back through her legs, she discerned Napoleon's husky canine muscle emerging from its sheath. Knowing that it was her last chance to preserve her hymen, the inexperienced young girl had to suppress one final impulse to chicken out.
"Okay, Napoleon, this is it!" she told the ex cited animal. "This is it!"
Moving her hips around to help him get inserted, Emily watched from between her legs. Napoleon's cock was fully extended from its foreskin and the gleaming pink organ seemed almost gigantic in size. Emily bit her lip as she felt it poking at her vulva in search of the en trance passage.
"Okay, Napoleon!" she spoke tensely.
The young girl felt a sudden stab of intense pain, as if a red hot poker had been shoved into her pussy. There was a tearing sensation deep inside her and it was a moment before she realized that her hymen had been shredded by the stiff canine muscle.
"Ow!" she cried out sharply. "Oh, my God, it hurts! Oww!"
Tears filled her eyes and for a moment she didn't think she could stand the pain of being deflowered by the powerful young Saint Bernard. Aroused with pure animal excitement, Napoleon thrust his thick canine penis deep into the small pink tunnel. Blood from her torn hymen covered his rigid muscle and trickled down the insides of her thighs and the smell of warm blood seemed to excite the young animal all the more.
"Ow! Ow! Oh, Napoleon, it hurts so much!" Emily cried out in anguish. "Oh, my! Ow!"
Undeterred by his young mistress' distress, Napoleon began pumping with purely instinctive movements. The husky young animal was now fully governed by his sexual instincts and there was no turning back. His thick, bone hard canine cock thrust back and forth with quick, jerky movements and each forward thrust penetrated deeply into the warm tunnel.
"Ow! Oh, my!" Emily exclaimed. "Oh, I never thought it would feel like this!"
To her surprise, her initial pain and distress quickly began to subside and she began to enjoy the pumping motions that sent Napoleon's magnificent canine penis sliding back and forth in side her supple young pussy. Gasping for breath, she began throwing her hips around in an undulating fashion while the walls of her cunt grabbed instinctively at their visitor. Watching between her legs, she could see the pink muscle alternately appearing and disappearing as it journeyed back and forth with those purely animal movements.
"Oh, wow! Oh! Oh!" the breathless teenager gasped. "Fuck me, Napoleon! Fuck me hard! Harder!"
Powered by the tremendous muscles in his haunches, Napoleon drove his immense tool back and forth with powerful strokes. Emily shuddered violently each time that thick muscle sliced through her tight channel and she could feel a raging fire building in vaginal canal. Electric sensations extending from her vaginal orifice to deep in her cunt made her en tire body quiver and tremble involuntarily. Napoleon's power and weight made her feel feminine and submissive and she felt totally conquered by the enormous beast.
"Oh! Ooh! ow!" Emily gasped, so breathless that her lungs hurt. "Oh! Oooh! Oh!"
The distraught look of sexual excitement on her pretty face reflected her growing arousal. His huge body in full control of his young mistress, Napoleon thrust with punishing strokes that sent his powerful ramrod deep into the inner recesses of her tight young pussy. The huge animal was panting hard and it was evident that he could not restrain himself much longer.
The young adolescent shuddered violently as she felt the initial waves of an intense orgasm starting to overwhelm her youthful body. Napoleon thrust forward with a hard lunge and Emily suddenly felt a warm rush of fluid deep in her pussy. Like a giant tank that had just ruptured, Napoleon's climax burst forth inside her as if powered by some huge syringe. Completely conquered, Emily surrendered with an ecstatic cry of sexual rapture and gave way to the spasms of a violent orgasm.
Breathless and shuddering, the young girl collapsed on the floor and fought to regain her breath. Napoleon stood over her, panting and wagging his tail in friendly fashion.
"Oh, you're so beautiful!" Emily told the oversize Saint Bernard to whom she had just surrendered her virginity. "Wow, what an animal!"
Lying on her back, she patted Napoleon in a relaxed fashion. Dipping his head between her legs, the large animal sniffed at the accumulation of various secretions and odors, including a trace of blood from her shattered hymen. Ex tending his tongue, he began cleaning her up with steady swipes.
"Oh, that's the way!" Emily told him. "Clean me up real good!"
The cute thirteen-year-old watched as Napoleon licked her thoroughly all over, as if it were his responsibility to clean her up. At first it was like having a pleasant bath but it wasn't long before Napoleon's large tongue began to have a highly stimulating effect. Biting her lip, Emily began working her pelvis back and forth with coital movements.
"Oh, Napoleon, you naughty boy!" Emily ex claimed. "You know what you're doing to me?"
Wagging his bushy tail in a wide arc, Napoleon continued licking his young mistress with affectionate swipes of his tongue. Emily's pussy began to grow hot and itchy and her eyes became blurry as she found herself becoming sexually aroused. A daring thought entered her head and she told herself that she simply had to go through with it.
"Oh, Napoleon, I just have to eat that beautiful prick of yours!" she exclaimed in a distraught voice.
Frantically squirming around until she was positioned beneath the large animal, Emily hastily employed her fingers to tease his bright pink cock out of its foreskin sheath. Her hungry young mouth promptly tackled the glistening canine meat and in a moment the rigid muscle was between her lips. Standing astride his young mistress, Napoleon eagerly lapped at her pussy with his long tongue as she excitedly sucked him off.
"MMMMMM!" Emily moaned with sexual excitement. Her entire body tingled with sheer erotic pleasure and she didn't give a second thought to what she was doing.
Tormented by his mistress' hot little mouth, Napoleon shuddered convulsively and panted heavily as his tongue kept busy on her dripping cunny. Trying to get the thick canine cock as far into her mouth as humanly possible, Emily
smacked her lips excitedly and continually flicked her tongue against the slippery meat. Just as she felt her own climax approaching, Napoleon shuddered violently and dog cream suddenly started spurting into her mouth. The hot, salty taste was unexpectedly delicious and Emily found herself savoring one blast after another as she herself experienced her own climax.
"Oh, Napoleon, that's the best dish I ever tasted!" the cute teenager exclaimed afterward. Using her fingers to collect the excess dog come that had trickled down her chin, she carefully licked her fingers until they were clean.
Author's comment. Emily's case is that of an otherwise inexperienced young adolescent who surrendered her virginity through an animal contact. Such cases are not rare or isolated by any means. There are a number of reported cases of young girls who of their own free will have sacrificed their virginity to a dog or other animal. However, except in unusual circumstances involving some pathological factor, such practices appear to have little, if any, long range effect. If given the opportunity, most such girls can go on to live entirely normal sex lives.
CHAPTER SEVEN - THE LURE OF BESTIALITY
Subjects: Eunice and her mother, Ramona
File: D. L. 120
Ages: 17 and 39 respectively
"There are some things you don't believe even when you see them with your own eyes," Lester K. told me.
At the time of our consultation, Lester was a nineteen-year-old college student. He was relating events that had taken place approximately three years ago when he was sixteen and his narrative continued as follows:
Since at the time I had no other living relatives, I was sent to live with my Aunt Ramona and my older cousin Eunice, who was then seventeen. They lived in a distant state and I really did not know them too well. I had never visited their home before and knew only that they lived in a somewhat isolated rural area. My aunt had inherited a couple of farms which were near her home and which were operated for her by tenants.
Aunt Ramona was a widow and had been for several years. Although she was close to forty, she did not really look her age and could have been mistaken for a woman several years younger. She had brunette hair and a passable figure and had not spread out like most women her age. As far as her personality went, she was not exactly the vivacious type but she was not unpleasant. Although I'm sure she wasn't too pleased about having me move in with her, she said nothing.
Eunice was a pleasant looking blonde with a figure that could attract its share of attention. She liked tight sweaters and the mini-skirts that were fashionable then and it was obvious that she enjoyed dressing in a manner that would make boys ogle her. She was much more vivacious and outgoing than her mother. However, although she was only a year older than I was, she tended to look down upon me as a "kid" and would make kidding remarks about not wanting to "rob the cradle."
They lived in a large, old-fashioned house in an area that was so isolated you could see no other homes in the immediate horizon. Apart from a cook, they were the only human occupants of the house. However, the house was pre sided over and I mean that literally, by a huge police guard dog, whose name was King Solomon. He prowled the grounds at all hours and you never knew when you would encounter him. I was scared shitless of him and so would anybody.
Aunt Ramona told me that he had been specially trained as a guard dog and would go for anyone's throat when given the signal. When I asked her why in the world she wanted a dog like that around, she adamantly insisted that he was necessary for security purposes. That always struck me as a little strange, because I never did see any evidence of a crime wave in that community. However, you'll remember that in those days politicians were talking a lot of scare talk about law and order and I thought that perhaps my aunt had fallen for some of that malarkey.
During my first few months there, I observed nothing out of the ordinary. At that time, I began to realize that Aunt Ramona often left the house at odd hours of the night. I couldn't imagine what she was doing and at first thought she might be a sleepwalker. I mentioned it to Eunice, who rather surprisingly told me that perhaps I'd better mind my own business. Of course, that had the opposite effect she intended and only whetted my curiosity all the more.
One night about midnight, I heard a noise downstairs and realized that Aunt Ramona was off on one of her nocturnal wanderings. I decided that that was one mystery I was going to solve right then and there. I got out of bed, hurriedly dressed in the dark and surreptitiously followed her. It was a moonlit night and I could see quite well in the dark.
I stepped out on the back porch and took a look around. Some distance away from the house I could see Aunt Ramona carrying a flash light and moving in a direction away from the house. I could make out the outline of King Solomon's hulking form beside her. I decided to follow them although I kept my distance, because I certainly didn't want that oversize guard dog attacking me in the darkness.
Behind the house the property sloped down ward for a couple hundred yards to a winding stream. The area had not been kept up and was largely overgrown with bramble bushes and partly grown trees, although there was a small trail that led down to an abandoned guest house. It soon became apparent that Aunt Ramona was headed for that old guest house, but I couldn't imagine why. I had investigated it previously and knew that it contained only some old furniture.
I watched from a safe distance as Aunt Ramona and King Solomon entered the guest house. She closed the door and turned on a small overhead light, which consisted of a single overhead bulb. Although I was scared to death that I would be seen or that King Solomon would pick up my scent, I decided that I simply had to find out what was going on. Taking my time, I crept up to the building. As I approached it, I thought I heard Aunt Ramona talking although I couldn't make out the words. However, as I got closer I heard her saying:
"Lover, I can't wait for it tonight! I can't re member when I've been this horny!"
Her voice sounded high-pitched and strained, as if she were trying to keep control of her nerves and of course the words seemed quite odd, to say the least. Making sure that I kept out of the line of anyone's sight, I crept up to one window and peeked inside. To my complete surprise, Aunt Ramona had removed her bulky sweater and was standing there in her well filled white brassiere and form fitting blue jeans. King Solomon was standing in front of her, his feet poised and his body highly tensed.
At first, the significance of it all did not dawn on me. It's not that I was naive and didn't know about things like that; it's just that your mind isn't attuned to expecting someone you know and are related to be involved in something like that.
"Be patient!" Aunt Ramona spoke to King Solomon in that babyish voice women often use in addressing animals. "Just wait till I get my things off!"
As she spoke, she unfastened her jeans and began lowering them. About that time, the full significance of what I was watching hit me like a thunderbolt. At first I simply couldn't believe it! At the same time, I was too distracted by what I was seeing to stop to think about it in full detail.
Aunt Ramona stepped out of her jeans and tossed them aside. She was wearing a diaphanous pair of flimsy white panties and through them I could see a dark, heavy triangle of hair. I was quite inexperienced sexually at the time and I must admit, the sight of my aunt standing there clad only in brassiere and panties produced a throbbing erection. Although she was more than twice as old as I was, her figure was quite appealing and I couldn't take my eyes off of her.
"Now, take it easy, lover!" I heard her say to King Solomon, who had become quite restless and had taken a couple of steps forward. "Re member the time you almost tore my panties off?" she added with a laugh. She was behaving in a girlish, giddy manner I had not observed in her before, much like an overgrown schoolgirl who knew she was doing something naughty.
Reaching behind her back, she unsnapped her brassiere and pulled the cups away from her breasts. My heart skipped a beat as her full, pink-tipped breasts spilled from the cones of the bra and jounced provocatively in front of me. They were surprisingly firm and the nipples tilted upward in a saucy, teasing fashion.
"Just a second, lover and then we'll be all set!" she remarked to the dog. Her face was hotly flushed and even from a distance one could see that she was highly excited.
To my disappointment, she did not immediately remove her panties. Instead, she turned her back to me and went over to a small table. It was a moment before I discerned that she was preparing some gravy-like mixture, apparently for King Solomon. That huge animal seemed to be getting all the more restless with each passing moment. While I watched with dismay, he walked over to her and tried to pull her panties down with his teeth!
"Here, don't!" Aunt Ramona cried out although her voice made it apparent that she was quite amused by the attention she was getting.
Carrying the dish of gravy over to a small stand which stood by a bed, she hooked her fingers into the waistband of her panties and pulled them down. The triangle of dark brunette hair between her shapely legs was very heavy, almost shaggy and stood out vividly against her milk white flesh. Stepping out of the panties and tossing them playfully at King Solomon, she stretched out supine on the bed with her head propped up on a couple of pillows. The dog was standing by the bed and was obviously in a state of high impatience.
"Just a second, lover and I'll be ready!" Aunt Ramona spoke in an excited voice.
She was lying facing more or less in my direction and I caught a flash of pink as she spread her legs wide open. However, the thick tuft of hair virtually camouflaged her pussy. Although I suppose I should have known what was going to happen, I still watched in complete dismay as she carefully poured the gravy out all over her pubic area!
"Here's your supper!" she called out to King Solomon.
With one might leap, King Solomon bounded up on the bed and in to position between Aunt Ramona's out spread legs. While I watched with a combination of horror and fascination, the huge police dog began licking her gravy smeared pussy with long, powerful swipes of his tongue! It seemed totally incredible that my own aunt could be doing something as per verse as that and in retrospect I think that if I had not been so afraid of King Solomon, I would have rushed in to stop them.
"Oh! Oh! That's the way!" Aunt Ramona ex claimed, her voice reflecting her obvious arousal. "Get all of it, Solomon!"
The grotesque sight almost sickened me at first, but I must admit that I remained rooted to the spot and couldn't take my eyes off of them. Panting with excitement, King Solomon lapped rapidly with his long, capable tongue and it was quite obvious that he thoroughly enjoyed his bizarre assignment. Tongue washed by the huge dog's quick tongue, Aunt Ramona's pussy glistened with wet, curly hair. The full, plump outer lips of her cunt were now quite visible and I could hardly stand the sight of that dog's tongue in contact with them.
"Clean me up!" she directed. "That's the way! Oh, your tongue feels so nice!
Her face was highly flushed and she was moving her hips back and forth with movements that resembled a burlesque dancer. Despite the revulsion that scene caused me, my own cock was really pounding with excitement and I'll admit that I would have liked to have fucked her even if she were my own aunt.
"How's that big prick of yours, Solomon?" Aunt Ramona asked in a distraught voice. "My pussy's just itching for it! I can't wait for a good, hard fuck! There's nothing like having a big dog cock in you!"
Her words, apart from their vulgarity, sounded almost insane and she spoke them in a voice that seemed totally abandoned. Despite what had already happened, I could hardly believe that she was going to actually let that huge, ugly dog fuck her. I'd read about things like that, but I had thought that things like that only happen in places like Port Said. The notion that my own aunt would be involved in something like this was a real mind blower.
King Solomon was still vigorously licking her pussy and she kept jerking and flopping her hips around on the bed in a wildly reflexive manner.
"Oh, Solomon, your prick! I simply have to have it!" she said, her voice hoarse with sexual arousal. "I simply have to have that big prick of yours in my cunt!"
I told myself she had to be insane to talk like that. A woman who was the least bit normal couldn't possibly talk like that.
"I simply have to have that big prick of yours!" she kept repeating herself, like some religious chant. "I simply have to have that big prick of yours!"
As I watched, she slowly and lasciviously began turning herself over on the bed. King Solomon watched, his entire body rigid with expectation, as she moved into a kneeling position in front of him. Throwing her head downward against the pillows, she knelt in doggie fashion with her body entirely vulnerable to that huge police dog's animal desires. Once again I experienced an almost overwhelming desire to rush in and stop them, but I sensed that I would wind up with King Solomon at my throat.
"Let me have your prick!" Aunt Ramona begged. "Please! I just have to have it!"
Her entire body quivered as King Solomon paused to sniff at her rear end.
"Please! Fuck me! Hurry up!" she pleaded. "I just have to have that big prick!"
I gulped hard as I watched King Solomon rear up and mount her, just as if he were fucking another dog. Aunt Ramona gasped as his weight came down on her back and I was surprised that she could actually stand to bear his weight like that. It was about this time that I caught sight of King Solomon's huge red prick emerging from its foreskin. That ugly muscle was simply ob scene! Just the sight of it made me shudder with revulsion and the thought that Aunt Ramona was actually going to allow him to screw her with it was almost unbearable.
"Please! Fuck me! Fuck me!" Aunt Ramona kept repeating, sounding very much like a bitch in heat.
I watched with a mixture of horror and fascination as King Solomon struggled to make the bestial connection. It was obviously not an easy task to accomplish and both of them moved around in a manner that seemed quite obscene.
"Fuck me, Solomon! Please! Get it inside me!" Aunt Ramona kept saying. "Please! Hurry! My pussy's simply burning up!"
Despite my revulsion my nose was pressed tightly against the window pane and there was no way I was going to avoid looking at the bizarre spectacle unfolding in front of me. After struggling for a few moments, King Solomon finally accomplished his objective. My heart almost stood still as I caught the sight of his enormous canine prick poking its way between the plump outer lips of Aunt Ramona's cunt.
"Oh, I feel it! I feel it!" she exclaimed with almost breathless excitement.
The bestial connection achieved, King Solomon thrust forward with a vigorous surge. I watched with complete amazement as several inches of bright red dog cock disappeared inside Aunt Ramona's yielding pussy.
"Ahh!" Aunt Ramona emitted a gasp that reflected discomfort, excitement and various other emotions; it was the type of gasp one might hear from a woman who had just obtained something she had wanted all her life.
It was an almost unbelievable sight to witness. King Solomon's huge, shaggy body completely dominated Aunt Ramona's comparatively small, white human body. Despite its repulsiveness, there was no doubt that it was a fascinating, almost breathtaking, sight. Even today it is still as vivid in my mind as a photo graph. Their sexual organs were approximately the same color and from a distance they simply melded one into another.
"Oh, what a feeling!" Aunt Ramona ex claimed. "What a prick! Oh, your big prick feels so good! So good!" she went on and on in that vein, at times sounding like a broken record.
Oh, what a brutally hard fucking that huge police dog administered to her! That huge prick of his moved back and forth inside her with long, unbelievably fast strokes that I'm sure were purely reflexive in nature. There's simply no way a human being could fuck that fast or hard. I don't see how Aunt Ramona could absorb punishment like that, but her reaction was one of wild and total rapture.
"Oh, keep doing it! What a prick!" she kept saying. "Fuck me! Fuck me! Oh, only a dog could fuck like that!"
As King Solomon's rapidly moving prick continued to assault her pussy, her reactions became more and more intense. Completely in sane, you might call them. At times, she simply screamed in a bloodcurdling fashion and her face was continually contorted with tortured expressions that reflected a variety of emotions. She was shaking her hips in a wild dance of sensual passion and at times she simply pounded her fists against the bed in a frenzy of emotion. Of course, I had never seen anything like it in my life and at times I felt that I was suffering from a nightmare rather than observing reality.
"Oh! Oh! Harder! Keep doing it! Oooh!" Aunt Ramona was becoming so distraught that it was hard to make out what she was saying and at times her exclamations were nothing more than animal-like groans and moans. "Oh! Ooooh! Oooh! Oh, what a wonderful prick!"
Even from a distance, I could sense that both of them were rapidly approaching their climaxes. The thought of dog come filling her pussy made me shudder with disgust. King Solomon was panting and snorting and the quick, jerky movements that sent his enormous dick thrusting deeply into Aunt Ramona's pussy were becoming progressively more rapid. And at the same time, she was becoming more and more hysterical.
"Oh! Oooh! Oh! Ah! Ahh! Oh!" she gasped, her eyes glazed with excitement.
King Solomon thrust forward, driving his rigid cock into the hilt and it suddenly became apparent that he was climaxing deep inside her cunt. Aunt Ramona uttered a piercing scream and her entire body froze for an instant before giving way to spasmodic shudders that had to be seen to be believed. The sight of the two of them climaxing in bestial unison was enough to make my blood run cold. It all seemed totally grotesque and unbelievably perverse.
"Oh, that wonderful dog prick of yours!" Aunt Ramona breathlessly exclaimed as the huge police dog dismounted. "There's nothing like it! Now I feel like a woman again!"
Realizing that the bizarre performance was probably concluded for the evening and that my presence might soon be detected, I beat a hasty retreat back to the house. Alone in my room afterwards, I was so aroused by what I had seen that I could not resist masturbating. As I beat off my meat, images of that incredible spectacle kept racing through my mind despite my conscious efforts to block them out. I tried to imagine myself in King Solomon's place, but simply couldn't.
The next morning at breakfast, I didn't know quite how to face my aunt. However, she seemed like a perfectly normal, ordinary woman who was reading her paper and drinking her coffee like any other woman. It seemed almost impossible that she was the sex crazed female I had seen carrying on with her police dog the night before. I'm sure a close study of my behavior around her would have given away my knowledge of her guilty secret, but she paid little attention to me.
I told myself that I must never return to that guest house again. Apart from the emotional strain it would cause me, it was simply too dangerous. I'm sure if she had detected my presence, she would have simply turned King Solomon loose on me and later claimed it was an accident. After all, a woman like that could hardly afford to have others in the community know of her bizarre sexual practices. Or, at least, that's the way I felt at the time.
Regardless of my intentions, however, I soon found that I simply wouldn't resist the temptation. Whenever I would hear Aunt Ramona leaving the house on one of her nocturnal ad ventures with King Solomon, I would follow her at a safe distance and serve as an unseen witness to her perverse activities. The sessions were almost always the same and were carried out in an almost ritualistic fashion. Apparently King Solomon had been trained to perform in this one particular manner and she did not want to risk making any changes. Aunt Ramona's behavior always involved almost total hysteria and there were times when I thought she was simply going to swoon in to complete insensibility.
Those performances, as obscene and shocking as they were, invariably aroused me sexually and I would masturbate immediately after wards. Although at times I thought I must be crazy myself, images of King Solomon fucking Aunt Ramona always raced through my mind on such occasions no matter how much I tried to think of something else. I became quite addicted to masturbation and even at the time realized that the scenes I had been witnessing would undoubtedly have a permanent effect on me.
Then there was my cousin, Eunice. In time, I began to suspect that there was something odd about her too. Although she was rather attractive and dressed in a manner designed to attract attention, I soon realized that she dated rarely and turned down many offers from guys who were easily good enough for her. Also, she had a knack of disappearing for hours around the house and no one seemed to know what she was up to. As a result, I decided to keep an eye on her and it wasn't long before that decision paid a much larger dividend than I could possibly have anticipated.
Eunice and I went to the same high school, which was within walking distance of home. Al though school let out at the same time for everyone, we almost never walked home together and Eunice often pulled her disappearing act right after school. One time I decided to make a special effort to track down her movements. I caught sight of her walking down a side road that you could take home, although it was a roundabout route. I started following her, even though it was broad daylight and she could have seen me by simply turning around.
Keeping as much distance as I could while still keeping her in view, I followed her. There were no houses along this road, which was in a heavily wooded area. Aunt Ramona owned parts of this property, although I wasn't really sure which parts. Eunice was about two hundred yards down the road from me, when I saw her open a gate and move into a wooded area which I assumed was owned by her mother.
And who do you think was waiting for her at that gate? You guessed it. King Solomon I could hardly believe it; and at first thought it was simply a coincidence since that police dog was used to roaming all over my aunt's property at will. Hoping that my presence would not be detected, I broke into a run to find out if my suspicions were true.
By the time I reached the gate, I could barely see Eunice and King Solomon as they walked down a narrow path that led into the woods. Keeping slightly off the path so that they would not easily detect me, I began following them. They were not moving too quickly and I began catching up with them. I could Eunice talking to King Solomon in a pleasant voice, although I couldn't make out her words.
Finally, I realized that they had stopped in a small clearing. Taking great care to stay behind trees where they could not catch a glimpse of me, I slowly caught up with them. When I got to a tree that couldn't have been more than fifteen feet from them, I realized at once that my worst suspicions were confirmed. Like her mother, Eunice was a dog-fucker!
She had removed her brown school sweater, revealing bare white shoulders and a nice bosom outlined by her white slip and brassiere and was obviously in the process of disrobing.
"How's your prick this afternoon?" I heard her ask King Solomon. The question was followed by a girlish giggle and her attitude made it apparent that she was fully prepared for a pleasant afternoon of dog fucking.
She removed her skirt and started piling her clothing in a neat pile on the ground. She pulled her slip off over her head, mussing her blonde hair slightly and revealing her trim figure attired only in white brassiere and panties and clinging, cinnamon-shaded panty hose. The sight of her vibrant young figure produced an instant erection on my part and I felt a deep sense of outrage that King Solomon was going to enjoy the feminine charms that were denied me.
Eunice grabbed King Solomon's head in her hands and lewdly kissed him. "I just can't wait for that big prick of yours!" she told him, laughing in a strange distraught fashion. I could see that her cheeks were hotly flushed in a manner that indicated a high state of sexual arousal.
My older cousin unsnapped her brassiere and quickly added it to the pile of clothing on the ground. Her breasts were plump and quite fully rounded and the bright pink tips made a vivid contrast with the milk white flesh surrounding them. Liberated from the confines of the brassiere, the two mounds jounced prettily in the late afternoon sun.
"You want it, don't you?" Eunice asked King Solomon in a teasing voice. "I know you do. You were waiting for me!"
From my vantage point behind the tree, I watched as she hooked her fingers into the waistband of her pantyhose and panties and pulled the two garments down together. As she extricated them from her feet, I found myself gazing at her nicely rounded, pink-white ass and cute pussy, which was covered with a downy growth of light brown hair. Her pink vulva was briefly visible as she lifted her feet to remove her final items of clothing.
Completely nude, she stood in a Venus pose before the huge police dog. King Solomon stepped forward and began sniffing at her pussy in an inquisitive manner, while she watched him with a look of expectant excitement on her face. As King Solomon extended his tongue and began licking her pussy, she emitted a feminine squeal and wriggled her cute butt in girlish fashion.
"See how wet my pussy is?" she spoke in an agitated voice. "That shows how much my pussy really wants your prick!" She chattered continually in this vein and it seemed at times that she was deliberately trying to say things in the most vulgar fashion possible.
I wanted to rush out to stop them, but there was no doubt in my mind what King Solomon would do if I tried to deprive him of that feminine meat he was about to enjoy. As he licked at Eunice's pussy, he would occasionally quiver violently and I would catch a glimpse of his pink canine cock emerging from its foreskin on a trial run.
"Oh, it feels so good!" Eunice told him in a voice that was simply dripping with sugar. "So good! There isn't a boy in the world who's got a tongue to match yours!"
As King Solomon continued licking her pussy with his tongue, she ran her hands lasciviously through her breasts and began massaging them for auto-erotic gratification. That lewd scene continued for several minutes, during which Eunice continually talked to King Solomon as if he were the world's greatest lover. There were times when I could hardly stand it, although I must admit that I couldn't take my eyes off of them.
"Oh, please, Solomon!" Eunice impetuously exclaimed. "I can't wait any longer!"
Without further ado, the shapely young blonde dropped to a kneeling position on the grass. King Solomon promptly mounted her and I could see his long prick extended obscenely from its sheath. Eunice suddenly arched her back, threw her head back and emitted a shrill scream as the oversized canine prick penetrated her vagina.
"Oh, wow!" she exclaimed in an ecstatic manner as King Solomon's mighty prick disappeared into her cunt.
Without further ado, the huge police dog began administering a hard, punishing fucking. It was a familiar scene to me and in many respects Eunice's reactions duplicated those I had observed in her mother on previous occasions. King Solomon's almost brutally hard thrusts seemed to whip her into a near frenzy. She constantly squealed and screamed and her face was totally contorted with a mixture of strain and various other emotions.
"Oh! Oh! Oooh! What a prick!" she cried out. "Oh! Oooh! I'm coming!"
King Solomon thrust forward in an almost savage manner and I could see his huge body shuddering as his hot dog come poured into Eunice's cunt. She screamed wildly and I could see her entire body trembling violently in the throes of what was obviously a highly intense orgasm. In that outdoor, wooded setting, the bizarre combination of animal and human sex seemed especially primitive and contrary to nature.
I decided I had seen enough and stealthily crept away before my presence was discovered. Needless to say, the discovery that both Eunice and her mother were dog-fuckers produced quite an impact on me and I could hardly get my thoughts sorted out as I made my way home. At dinnertime that evening, I noticed that Eunice looked visibly upset and more than a little embarrassed. Afterwards, to my surprise, she quietly followed me to my room and asked to speak to me for a few minutes. She closed the door behind her when she came in and looked decidedly uncomfortable as she stood in front of me.
"I guess you know all about it," she said miserably.
Although I assumed she was talking about the scene I had witnessed earlier, I really couldn't believe she would bring up that subject around me. "About what?" I asked.
"You know that I'm a dog fucker!" she blurted out, her face quite red.
Apparently she must have caught sight of me as I departed earlier. "You and your mother both!" I told her.
As I expected, she displayed no surprise at that accusation. Later, she confessed that she had gotten the idea from spying on her mother.
"Will you promise not to tell anybody?" she pleaded with me. From the look in her eyes, it was apparent that she desperately wanted to keep the shameful secret in the family.
"You're both crazy as far as I'm concerned," I told her.
"We're not crazy," she replied. "You know that. You're just irritated because we're putting out for that dog and not you!"
She had a point there but I didn't want to admit it. "Listen, a girl who puts out for dogs might be good enough to suck my cock, but that's all!" I told her.
Eunice flushed warmly at my words. "All right, if that's all I'm good for!" she spoke in a resigned voice. "I really don't mind doing it! In fact, I rather like eating it!"
For a moment, I thought she was putting me on. But it soon became apparent that she wasn't.
"Before I do it, though, I want you to promise not to tell anyone about mother and me!" she insisted.
"Okay, I promise." I told her quickly.
Her face a flaming crimson, my once proud cousin dropped to her knees between my outstretched legs. The very thought of what she was about to do was sufficient to give me a throbbing hardon and I sat there with an obvious bulge in my pants. Without waiting to be told, Eunice unzipped my fly and pulled it open. My hot, hard cock popped right out in front of her eyes and I could discern a visible look of surprise come over her face. Her small hand grabbed my meat in a tight squeeze and she held it that way.
"You've got a beautiful prick, Lester!" she told me in a dreamy voice. "Any girl would love to eat something as nice as this!"
With that she impulsively leaned forward and planted a nice, juicy kiss right on the crown. I caught my breath and held it as long as I could. Gathering up a mouthful of saliva, Eunice opened her pretty mouth as far as possible and slid it down over the head. The full effect of her hot, wet little mouth hit me like a bolt of lightning and I could hardly believe that anything could feel that good.
"Wow!" I exclaimed automatically.
Her eyes closed and her face scarlet, Eunice began working my pounding cock farther into her mouth. The strain on her face was quite apparent as its thickness forced her jaws wide apart and I was more than a little surprised that she could work it in so far. As she worked it in nearly to her throat, she drummed teasingly on the remaining portions with her fingers. In a few moments, her mouth was completely filled with rock hard cock and she paused to let it soak of a few moments.
"That feels great!" I told her, leaning back on my elbows to watch my pretty cousin eating my masculine member.
Brushing her blonde hair back from her eyes so that we could both see what was going on, she began sucking on it as if it were her favorite shade of lollipop. I could see her cheeks collapsing and the suction noise was quite audible. Of course, I had never felt anything like it in my life and could not refrain from moving my pelvis back and forth with quick, jerky movements. From time to time, Eunice's mouth would become so filled with saliva that she would be forced to pause and swallow with a noisy gulp. At one such pause, she drew back until just the tip was between her pink lips.
"Don't stop now, baby!" I told her. By this time, my cock was simply aching and there was no way I was going to let her stop.
"Don't worry!" she assured me, nibbling on the head with her full lips even as she spoke. "I never realized you had a prick this big!"
"Well, it's nothing compared to King Solomon!" I chided her in a sarcastic voice.
"But it's still nice and chewy!" she replied, refusing to be baited.
Before I could reply, she plunged her hot, wet mouth down over my pounding meat and began sucking furiously on it. Leaning back, I watched her blonde head bobbing up and down in my lap as my throbbing penis alternately disappeared and reappeared between her lips. Her tongue was constantly busy and I could feel it continually teasing and stabbing as she sucked. She kept one hand on the base and continually stroked in a practiced manner, as if helping the semen along its passage. There was no doubt that she was an expert fellatrix.
"That's the way, baby!" I told her. "That's the way!"
There was no way I could resist those tantalizing sensations for very long. My aching cock had that furious tickly in it and I was jerking my pelvis back and forth with quick reflexive movements that were becoming uncontrollable. To prevent Eunice from escaping the blast that was soon to follow, I grabbed her blonde head with both hands and held it firmly in position. She moaned and shuddered but made no attempt to escape.
"Here we go!" I finally exclaimed.
Coming right up off of my seat, I blasted my hot semen into my pretty cousin's waiting mouth. Eunice's head snapped back automatically, but my hands held her in position. Gurgling and gasping but no resisting, she took my entire climax in her mouth. As I settled back down in my seat again, she settled her head in my lap and let my cock in her wet mouth. I could see her throat muscles working as she swallowed my semen.
"Just remember, I'll do it any time you want!" she reminded me as she left. "But you have to promise you'll keep your mouth shut about ..."
There was no need for her to finish the sentence. "I understand," I told her.
From that time on, Eunice was my own personal cocksucker. Of course, it was blackmail, but she then she didn't seem to mind it at all. Although she told me that she was willing to go all the way with me, I simply couldn't bring myself to put my cock where that dog had been. I didn't have any trouble doing it with other girls, but with Eunice I simply couldn't do it.
This went on for several months until one afternoon Aunt Ramona caught us in the act. She started to give us a lecture, but stopped abruptly and looked as if someone had knocked the wind out of her when I explained exactly why Eunice was blowing me. That evening Aunt Ramona come to my bedroom and knelt before me to buy my silence. She proved to be just as accomplished a fellatrix as her daughter.
During the next couple of years, I was the recipient of countless free blow jobs from my aunt and cousin. At the same time, they enjoyed their frolics with King Solomon. There is no doubt that it was all a very strange relationship, but I think it provided sexual gratification for everyone.
Author's comment. At the time of our consultation, Lester was no longer living with his aunt and cousin. In view of the unnatural nature of their relationship, I strongly urged him to stay away from them on a permanent basis and to cultivate normal relationships with other girls. He recognized that there were severe problems involved and that my advice was correct, but there was something about his attitude that indicated he would not heed my counsel.
A year later I learned from a third party that Lester and his cousin were sharing an apartment in a large metropolitan area. My informant seemed surprised when I told him that the two of them surely owned a large dog.
