Whether you call it "the new permissiveness" or whether you think of it as the "liberation" of the human female, the fact remains that sex on America's college campuses is just not what it used to be. More and more young, attractive and intelligent college girls are selecting animals as their sexual partners.
It has long been established that America's college girls have been a free-wheeling and experimental group when it comes to sex. Most girls arriving on a campus quickly shed whatever inhibitions they learned at home about sex and soon seek experimentation with the men to be found on campus, students, teachers and campus maintenance employees.
Traditionally, the sexual activity of the American college coed has fallen into three categories. First, there are the girls who select one virile partner and "shack up" with him for all or part of the girl's college days. The arrangement is something like a marriage, but there is no binding attachment involved. Both partners are free to experiment with others or even leave this arrangement at will.
Second, there are the coeds who like a lot of experimentation. These girls hunger after exciting new partners. For these girls, nothing is more exciting after a hard week of studying than having a date with two new men on Friday and Saturday nights. Naturally, a "date" is understood on campuses to include sex. So what these girls are actually planning for their week-end relation is sex with two new men.
And third, there are the "groupies". These are the frat house girls, coeds who like to assume a bedroom on the second floor of a fraternity house and make love with as many of the house members as they possibly can. This activity was extremely popular in the late 1950's, perhaps a symbol of the sexual revolution that was to follow during the next decade.
But now, in the swinging 1970's, a whole new form of sex on campus has become, as one coed told me, "the thing to do". This new form of sex is actually the age old practice of bestial sex. Yes, here on the campuses, where conventional morality has all but disappeared, thousands and thousands of America's most attractive young women are making love with animals. The purpose of this collection of true case histories is to examine the trend and find out why.
As a psycho-sexual researcher of the sexual habits of the American female, I have spent years interviewing young women and candidly asking them about their sexual patterns: how often they make love, with whom, why, and why a certain lover turns them on. So I felt eminently qualified to take on an on-campus study of America's college girls.
I traveled to a large campus in the upper Midwest, a campus chosen for its generally conservative sexual climate. I felt that if bestial sex were a common practice here, it would be a common practice anywhere.
My travels did not disappoint me. I placed an ad in the student newspaper asking for coeds to come forward to discuss the sexual experiences they had had with animals since coming to the college campus. Within one month, two hundred and twenty-six young girls had come forward. All were ready to speak candidly and freely about their sexual experiences.
The five case histories included in this book were taken from the two hundred and twenty-six I had to choose from. I think these five girls will amaze you, and perhaps convince you that sex on campus just isn't what it used to be.
CASE HISTORY ONE
Miss Nancy L., a very pretty young blond girl of twenty-one, was in her final year of studies when she came to my interviewing office in one of the campus buildings.
"You wanted to speak with coeds who'd had sex with animals?" she asked me when she came to my office.
"That's right," I said to her as I led her into the inner office where my interviews took place. I asked her to lie down on a couch and, as I turned on a tape recorder beside the couch, I assumed a seat in a chair behind her head.
"I'd like to know about any experience you've had with animals on campus," I said to her, "but most specifically I'd like to know about experiences which you found most rewarding or sexually most gratifying."
"It would be hard to pick out just one incident," she said to me. "That's why I'm here."
I didn't quite follow her line of thinking. "How do you mean that?" I asked.
"The reason I came," she said, "is that I've probably had sex with more animals than any other girl on this campus. I've done it several times a week for all four years I've been here."
I studied Miss L. for a few seconds before continuing with any more questions. She had shoulder length blond hair and a very intelligent pretty face. She wore a tight sweater which revealed her ample bust line and a short gray skirt which amply showed her long tan legs. Her legs were as attractive as the rest of her.
"Tell me," I said to Miss L., "I can't help noticing that you're a very attractive young woman. Do you have an active social life with the men on the campus?"
"It's fairly active," she said. "I let guys take me out to lunch or to football games or to dinner." She paused and then began to give me a knowing smile. "But, doctor," she then said, "I know what you're really interested in. You want to know whether I screw for the guys on campus if I fuck so often with animals. Is that what you want to know?"
"That would be of considerable interest to this scientific study," I said.
"Then I'll tell you quite frankly," she said. "I go out on dates with two or three special guys who have particularly long penises. Them I let fuck me. But really animals turn me on. And although
I occasionally turn a trick for some new guy who strikes my imagine, I generally reserve my screwing for animals. It's just much more satisfying than screwing with men."
"Miss L., " I said, "this fascinates me. Would you tell me how this began?"
"Certainly," she said. And as my tape recorder took down every word, she told me this story....
...The way I came to be initiated to bestial sex was perhaps just plain luck. But it was a wonderful experience, one I'll never regret having. Bestial sex is the greatest joy a girl's pussy can encompass. I pity any woman who goes through life without trying it.
I was just a naive freshman here on campus when I had my first bestial experience. It was with a dog, a great big Siberian husky with a furry cock that absolutely makes my pussy drool with anticipation.
I can remember just how it happened. When I came to the campus I was no longer a virgin. I had surrendered my cherries to a guy named Chet Wentworth back in my home town. You see, I'd heard that a lot of really intense fucking goes on at the college campuses and I had the feeling that I'd be left out of all the fun if I still had my hymen. So two weeks before I was scheduled to come to the campus, I let Chet slam his big bulging blue-veined rod right through my hymen. We did it out behind the alfalfa patch of his uncle's farm. That big blade of his was thick and long, but it was no match for some of the horses I was later to move on to.
Well, after Chet had deflowered me I knew what a thrill it was to get penis in my vagina. And actually, I must admit that Chet had done a good job on me. He licked my clit nicely before screwing me and worked it up to a big erection. I liked having my pussy licked and he made me know how good it felt to have something long and hard stuck right into a cunt.
But after fucking with Chet, I knew I'd have to start fucking with someone else. The first few days after Chet screwed me I'd be able to think about nothing but screwing. So when I got to the campus, I was anxious to quickly get in on all the fun.
So the first day I was on campus I happened to be standing in a line with a guy who had that big Siberian husky on a leash. I didn't pay much attention to the dog because I was more interested in initiating a conversation with that guy. His name was Sammy and the dog was his.
"I live in an apartment off campus," he said to me after we'd gone through the line together.
"Alone?"I asked.
"Well, not completely alone," he said. I was disappointed. I hoped he lived alone so we could do some screwing right away. I didn't want to miss out on getting fucked just because he had a roommate...or worse, a live-in girl friend.
"Who do you live with? " I asked.
"Just Roger here," he said, pointing down at that big Siberian husky.
I took a good hard look at that dog for the first time. The dog was looking up at my crotch and panting. His beautiful fur coat had a lovely sheen to it and his pink tongue was long and hanging out of his mouth as the dog panted on that warm day.
"He really is a nice dog," I said as I gazed down at him. There really was something captivating about that big muscular animal. He was not quite as big as a German Shepherd, but he was every bit as burly and muscular. I reached down to pet him...and something strange happened.
I couldn't explain the feeling right away, but when my hand touched his fur I got something of a sexual charge out of it. I" couldn't tell whether I felt that way just because I was horny and wanted to get a good pronging from Sammy or whether there was something about that dog that turned me on. Anyway, I gave him a few more pats and I felt my whole pussy starting to juice with excitement.
"Yes, sir," I said, almost beginning to fumble with my words, he sure is a nice big dog."
"He's big in every proportion," Sammy said.
"What do you mean by that?" I asked curiously.
"Oh, nothing," Sammy smiled, "he just has large features."
"What I'd feature right now," I said, changing the subject a bit and dropping a broad hint, "is a large cup of coffee. At your place."
"Easy enough," said Sammy. So we went off to his place, just the three of us.
We went up the stairs of this run-down building where he lived just off the campus. When we went through the door to his apartment, I was almost beside myself with the sexual fantasies I'd been having. You see, Sammy had taken that big bruising dog off the leash and the dog had walked up the stairs in front of us. My eyes just couldn't get away from the rear quarters of that dog. He had two of the biggest nuts I'd ever seen. They were swinging freely and merrily between his legs. Meanwhile, down between my legs-back between the folds of my wet pussy-was this urgent feeling that demanded satisfaction. I knew that there was just no way that I could leave that apartment without getting something inserted into my slot.
"Sammy," I said to him as we came through the door to his apartment and closed it behind us. "I lied. It's not coffee I came up here for, it's cock."
"Cock?" he asked in a voice rising with excitement.
"Cock," I repeated loudly. "I've got to have a big bare penis stuffed into me." I started to go for Sammy and I pulled him down onto the sofa in his living room. "You won't fail me, will you, big boy?"
The dog was staring up at us as I moved my hands to Sammy's belt and started to undo it. Sammy took the hint and started to feel up my boobs from outside my blouse.
"Don't feel them from the outside," I moaned to him, "not when you could press some bare flesh to them."
He unbuttoned my blouse and worked his hands onto my boobs. He unhooked the bra from the back and soon had me in nothing but my skirt and my panties and my stockings.
I unzipped the skirt and wriggled out of it. That big dog was now staring at my pussy and was licking his lips with that long pink tongue of his.
"I've got such a feeling of desire down there," I moaned to Sammy. "Can I fondle your nuts?"
Before he even answered I reached to his belt buckle and undid it. I unzipped him and out came a great big hard penis, standing up like a needle and pointing straight out at me.
"Oh, Sammy," I moaned as he reached inside my panties and started to rub a finger over my clitoris. "There's already some droppings of come in the spout of your dick," I said.
"I get excited fast," he said to me. And as he let me wriggle out of my scanty little silk panties, I leaned forward and took his penis into my mouth, swishing my tongue all over the sensitive underside of his big shaft. The dog growled when I took Sammy's penis into my mouth. But I patted that big muscular furry beast on the head to prove that everything was all right. I wasn't trying to hurt his master, I was just trying to turn him on.
It was so exciting to be sucking on a man's penis again. I was just dying to get it into me. I licked all up and down the big fat shaft and I was terribly excited that he was fondling my bare pussy. I was so excited that I had completely neglected to pull off my stockings. They were still wrapped all the way up my legs, right up to a spot just a few inches below my pussy.
"Come on, Sammy," I murmured to him. "I'll take my stockings off and you can plank me."
"Leave them on," he insisted, wriggling his penis between my lips. "Leave them on and sit on my stick."
The first time I got laid Chet instructed me to lie on my back, spread my bare legs apart and get ready for him to mount me and slam it home. But Sammy wanted to do it differently. So I let him lie back on the sofa. I crossed my stockinged legs above him and worked my pussy downward until it was just above his cock. Then I slowly lowered it.
My stockinged legs were pressed tightly around his bare hips as the head of his penis slipped between the outer labia of my vagina. The dog was leaning up against the sofa now and was distracting me terribly.
Do you know what the dog was doing? He was pressing his nose between the cheeks of my ass while I was attempting to squat down on his master's whang. Shit! Annoying as hell, but it gave my pussy a weird tingle, too. In fact, I could tell that he was making my vagina open up a little wider.
"The dog," I moaned. "He's pressing into my back door."
"Just pump, baby," Sammy panted. "Pump it up and down. Really grind my prick into you."
I did just what he said and was I ever disappointed. I managed to take that entire penis into me and I was merrily riding it up and down. And then I felt it stiffen up a bit more. I wasn't even close to an orgasm yet. I pumped madly both to please him and to bring myself up to a nice fat orgasm.
His hands were all over my tits and he brought my nipples up to huge hard erections. He was teasing those tits of mine frantically, making me squirm with delight every time I pounded my pussy straight down on that big erect prong of his.
The dog was still trying to press his hot nose into my asshole. His tongue was even making attempts to weasel through those buttocks of mine as I slide up and down on that big shaft. But then I felt Sammy brace himself and the next thing I knew after that his penis was squirting big hot blasts of juice straight up me.
I could feel the penis spasming and spitting and I could feel those gobs of hot semen squirting up into me. I could even feel the dog still trying to make it into my asshole and I could feel Sammy's hands clutching my poor battered bare tits. What I couldn't feel was any orgasm.
Sammy grunted sharply several times and then relaxed. He'd squirted his whole load into me and he was satisfied. Me? My pussy was still on the brink of orgasm.
"Hey, you fart!" I bitched as I felt his penis start to contract inside me. "You came!"
"Right," he said, giving me a big jerk-assed smile.
"I haven't orgasmed yet."
"Tough," he said.
"You better get it up again," I yammered. "I'm not satisfied."
"Tough shit," he said. "The woman's orgasm is only a myth anyway."
Well, I'd only been fucked once before in my life, but what Chet had given me sure as hell wasn't any myth. So when Sammy made me lift up my pussy so that he could withdraw, I was furious and frustrated. I held my pussy a few inches above his cock.
"I'll show you what I think of guys who come too soon," I said to him. And I contracted my vaginal muscles so that his big scummy load would come dripping right back down on him. It landed all over his balls.
"Hey!" he ranted. "Now I have to go wash all that crap off."
"Why don't you go take a royal flying douche while you're in there?" I asked as he scampered off to the bathroom, his penis dripping as he jogged across the living room carpet.
I was left all alone and horny on that sofa. Alone? Well, not quite. Man's best friend was there and he was more and more beginning to look like woman's best friend.
I patted the big Siberian husky right on the head as I sat on the sofa facing him. My stockinged legs were still spread wide apart. And although my pussy was still soaking wet from his come, there was still that terrible pent-up desire down there. The desire was still demanding that something long and satisfying be placed in there to bring me over the brink of orgasm.
I patted the dog on the head again and the dog stood up on all fours. His head was down between my knees now. His nose was sniffing as if it were interested in the scent coming from the wet little tuft of hair between my legs.
"You wouldn't leave your bitch-in-heat all hot and horny, would you, boy?" I asked that dog.
And he barked! Well, shit! I couldn't believe the way he barked in response to my question. He was pushing his face closer and closer in between my legs. I let myself slouch down the sofa a little so that I came so close to him that I could feel his hot breath on my wet pussy.
"Oh, yes, boy," I said to him. 'Your breath feels so fucking good." Good? It certainly did feel good. But more than good, his breath felt sexy. Shit. His hot breathing on my pussy was turning me on even more. I started to breathe heavily again.
"No, boy," I begged to him as his mouth was just inches away from my wet sloppy bush. "No, it's not right."
I was holding his head and trying to ward him off. He was definitely trying to get at my bush. There was no mistaking that. Oh, what a sexy big dog! He flicked that big wet pink tongue of his out toward my pussy. The tip of that warm wet tongue flicked right between the lips of my vagina and scooted upwards to where it rubbed right across my clitoris.
That was all I could stand.
"Oh, yes, boy," I moaned to him as I released that strong head of his. "Oh, yes! Lick me!"
I held my legs open wide and the big husky dog nestled his body through my open stocking-covered legs. His big face poked right into my pussy now. I let myself slide completely down on that sofa so that my pussy was right at the edge of the seat. He had no trouble getting at it.
I don't know what fascinated him so much about my pussy, but that big canine really went to town on it.
His big tongue was constantly lapping up and down the outer lips of my vagina, licking the matted bush and the folds of my hair completely clean. His tongue started to flick inside the pussy lips, too. That big pink tongue tantalized the inner lips of my vagina. The dog's tongue actually slithered into the vagina once and started to explore the inner walls. That's when I began orgasming in his face.
The more I orgasmed, the more his tongue worked on my poor wet pussy. And the more his tongue worked on me, the wetter and wetter I got. And the wetter I got, the more he licked.
Oh, I was constantly orgasming in big long hard thrusts which couldn't even be compared with the much smaller thrusts from when Chet had been in me a few weeks earlier. I got so excited that I slid all the way down off the sofa and onto the floor.
"Keep licking," I begged that big dog. "Keep licking that snatch!"
I arched my ass up so that he'd have a good target to aim at, my big wide cunt. But he ignored it for a few seconds. He moved up on me and started to push that hot nose and mouth of his right to my left nipple.
My poor nipples were hard as stones already. But when the doggie's big mouth started to suck and lick on my poor left boob, all I could do was cup my hands around that breast and let him continue to work it over. The nipple was almost an inch and a half long now that the dog was working on it. I moaned and wriggled my hips for him. I looked down there because I was crazy for something to be put back in my pussy.
Men don't realize it, but a girl's pussy aches when she needs something in there. So I had to move my hand down there and press my finger against my clit to soothe the feeling of stress which I felt between the folds of my vagina.
"Oh, doggie," I muttered to him in all innocence, "if you only had something to stick in there!"
Then, as I moved my hand around my own wet snatch, my eye caught something way down between his legs.
"My God!" I squealed. "Oh, my God!"
Were my eyes deceiving me? Were my eyes playing cruel tricks? Down between that dog's legs, erecting out of his big mass of furry genitalia, was the biggest prong I'd seen to date.
That dog was hung like a grizzly bear. His penis, a big long pink pointed tool, was hanging down there and must have been seven inches long on erection.
"I have to, doggie," I then muttered to that big furry lover of mine. "I have to have that tool in me.
He didn't seem to mind, not at all. I wriggled myself down there and opened my legs around his lower body as he continued to work on my big hard nipple. As I opened my legs I could feel his fur way up on my inner thighs. I still had those sheer silk stockings on, of course, but I could feel his fur perfectly through them.
Then, in the moment that changed my sex life forever, I felt the tip of his long pink penis as it found its way through the two wet outer lips of my vagina.
"Oh, shit, yes!" I moaned. "Slam it home!"
I clutched his lower half with my legs and I arched up my ass to take that prong fully into me. I had to wriggle it in inch by inch however. And I was so excited that I was orgasming even while it was entering my wet little pussy.
I felt the first three inches enter easily. I undulated the walls of my pussy around that big slick head of his penis. Then I rolled my hips and got the dog to lower his penis down even a few inches more. The next two inches slipped into me. I had five full inches of dog cock in me with two more big ones on the way.
I wrapped my arms around his neck and his upper half. I held my head up and buried my face in his sexy furry neck. I was orgasming so beautifully and having such a wonderful screw that I began to kiss his big whiskered face and tell him that I loved" him.
Doctor, don't ever let people tell you that dogs don't respond to loving. As soon as I told that big furry beast that I loved him, he started to hump me.
That's right, hump! He started to stroke that long penis of his back and forth, moving it briskly in and out of my wet slot and driving my poor massaged pussy walls just crazy. He had jammed his full seven inches of cock into me now and was stroking madly. I could hear him grunting. I could feel his big hairy balls pounding back and forth on me as his penis slickly slipped in and out of my slot. And I could feel his big tail wagging back and forth as he pronged me.
I was madly orgasming all over that big tool of his. I had my legs wrapped completely around him and was busily working his cock back and forth in me. His penis was so long that it was touching way down inside me where neither Chet nor Sammy had ever been able to reach.
Just then Sammy walked back into the room and couldn't believe what he saw. He was still naked, of course, having just washed off those tools which hadn't stayed hard long enough to satisfy me.
"Roger!" Sammy yelled at the dog. But that big Siberian husky just kept stroking on me.
"Leave him alone!" I yelped to Sammy. "He's finishing me off beautifully!"
Sammy just stood there staring at the girl and her canine lover as they passionately made love right before his eyes. As I watched Sammy I couldn't help noticing his penis.
Sammy's penis was dangling down limp when he walked back into the room. But as soon as he saw his big dog on top of me, screwing the daylights out of me with that big pink tool of his, Sammy's own prick started to swell up again. First it just became long. Then it started to erect. Even though he had just come a few minutes earlier, Sammy's tool was up to a full erection within two minutes. The trouble was, so was the dog's.
The dog's penis puffed up to its ultimate hardness and prepared to unload. I worked it as far back into me as I could. Sammy began to stroke his penis now with vigorous downward strokes of the palm. The dog was good for another few minutes of hard fast pumping, pumping which drove me absolutely crazy with cunt satisfaction.
Then the dog gave a short little growl and thrust himself forward with a few good hard jerks.
"It's okay, boy," I whispered to him. "Come!"
His blast was so big I could feel it. His penis wriggled and spasmed and lurched and twisted all around inside me as it spat out its hot seeds. The sperm the dog shot off was much hotter and more satisfying than the human seeds that Sammy had squirted into me. They also came out of the penis with a much quicker and sharper gush. I moaned and whispered things into the dog's ear as I got off a final long sustained orgasm at the same time as that dog's ejaculation. Just when the dog was finished coming my own pussy subsided into the most satisfied feeling I had yet known. A few seconds later something wet hit me right on th right nipple. It was more sperm. Sammy was coming again. His first shot spat a few feet forward before the rest of the load dribbled into his hand. But I ignored Sammy. After all, he had failed me whereas his big Siberian husky hadn't....
...Miss L. brought her story to a close with those words. I looked at my watch and discovered that I had another coed scheduled five minutes later. This second coed was a girl who had a recurring dream about sitting on the horn of a rhinoceros. She would wake up from these dreams and have to either insert her vibrator into her vagina or have sex with a Great Dane who lived at one of the campus fraternity houses. In any case, this second coed was due in my office so I had to conclude my meeting with Miss L.
"Miss L., " I said, "that's quite an intriguing story and I feel we have much more to discuss. Would you care to come back for a second interview and talk further of your bestial habits?"
"Of course," she said. "After all, that was just the first time I told you about. I've been a busy girl for four years."
"Excellent," I said. "My secretary, Miss Roberts, will schedule another appointment for you. However, I would like to use the final minute or two of this session for a few brief questions."
"Fire away," she said. "This is my favorite topic of conversation, animals and how they please a girl's genital region."
"How did Sammy take to the idea of you having sex with his dog?" I asked her.
"Pretty well," she replied immediately. "Sammy jacked off, of course, and that makes any man feel better about anything. Then he said that he wasn't surprised that I had screwed with the dog. He told me that when his sister was staying at the apartment, the dog had done the same thing to her. Sammy was proud of that dog. The dog was a thoroughbred champion, he said."
"A champion what?" I asked.
"Shit," said Miss L., "I don't know. A champion cocksman, I guess." Both Miss L. and I laughed briefly.
"Did you ever have sex with the dog again?" I then asked Miss L.
"The dog, yes," she answered. "Sammy, no. But Sammy took it like a real sport. I allowed him and a couple of his best friends to watch the dog and me make it a couple of times. All Sammy asked in return was that he get to watch and I could fuck the dog whenever I wanted. One time I screwed the dog in front of three couples, two of which were fucking while they watched me. Another time, right after the dog came in me, I blew Sammy as a special favor. He was having a tough time bringing himself off that night."
"Why did you only have sex with the dog 'a couple of times' if he was so enjoyable?" I asked Miss L.
"Very simple, doctor," she said. "I was only seventeen at the time. That's too young to tie yourself down to any single animal. I wanted to experiment with a lot of them."
"Did you?"
"Of course," she said.
"Good. Then would you tell me about these other animals when you return for a second interview?"
"Doctor," she said. "It will be a true pleasure." With that, Miss L. and I concluded our initial meeting.
I will withhold all analysis of Miss L.'s case until the reader has had an opportunity to read both of her interviews. I will, however, make two notes at this point.
Often when a young woman has very successful bestial sex very soon after losing her virginity, the bestial sex habit is extremely hard to throw. As I listened to her case, as she explained that the dog's penis was only the third to ever enter her, I noted that this might alter greatly her future sexual preferences. Interview two proved whether or not I was right on this point.
And also, I must note Sammy's behavior. Even though Sammy apparently was sexually satisfied after having his ejaculation inside Miss L., the sight of his dog having intercourse with her excited him greatly. It excited him enough to have a second orgasm almost immediately. Sammy's behavior is perfectly normal among college men in their early twenties. Today's generation of college men find bestial sex-either as spectator or participant -extremely erotic. Thus there was nothing unusual or abnormal about Sammy wanting to masturbate over what he saw. Many normal well-adjusted American males frequently masturbate over bestial sex. It is cause for no alarm.
ii
When Miss L. returned to my offices for her second interview, she looked every bit as young, delicate and attractive as she had the first time. This time her dress was a bit more stylish, however.
Miss L. was wearing a red cotton hot pants outfit. It was just a little skimpy jumpsuit with short arms, a tight fit around the bust and a very short-tight fit around Miss L.'s bottom. When she entered my office she laughingly told me about all the "wolf whistles" she'd received walking across the campus. It was no wonder why. Her outfit was so tight that a casual glance could discern that she wore no bra and possibly no panties. It seemed that all she had on were that jumpsuit, a pair of knee high white boots on her tan legs, and a smile.
"The wolf whistles really turn me on," she confessed to me. They reinforce my belief in how much of a woman I am. It's also kind of ironic since I'd rather screw with a wolf than with the guys who are whistling."
"You'd like to have sex with an actual wolf?" I asked, picking up her suggestion.
"A tame one," she said. "Hell, I'm not one of those sick girls who'd secretly like to be ripped up by some savage animal. But I've screwed with enough German shepherds to know that big canines can make a girl awfully happy."
"Are dogs your favorite sex partners?" I asked.
"No," she said. "I think I like horses best. Horses have just about the biggest penis available to a girl these days. But I probably screw more dogs than anything else just because there are more around than anything else."
"What other kind of animals have you tried?" I asked her.
"Being on campus gave me a wide variety of sex, doctor," she said. "Especially since this is an agricultural state. I've had rams, goats, donkeys, mules, dogs, cats and one pig. I also know a girl who keeps a big black crow as a pet. She and I have fooled around a lot with animals in our time. She once let me have the crow fondle my tits with his long beak. He also ate a cracker out of my pussy. But he wasn't big enough in the cock to fuck me."
"You say you experimented with a girl friend. Is this common that you would have your bestial sex in the company of another girl?"
"Oh, yes!" said Miss L. enthusiastically. "There are so many girls on this campus who fuck with animals that often two or three of us get together and have a little fun with one big stud dog. The lucky dog gets to go from pussy to pussy until he comes. Dogs are just like men, doctor. Some of them can hold it for ages. Others come as soon as they touch you. After a while you even get to know which breeds are best "
"May I ask which are?"
"Sure," she replied. "Probably the best screwing dog is the Great Dane. He's the biggest and he holds it longest. But right behind him is the German Shepherd, the collie and the Irish Wolfhound. Most retrievers are pretty good and setters can give you some good cock from time to time. Dalmatians often get excited and come too soon. Mongrels are a mixed lot. The small dogs are definitely out for fucking, but if you just want to have your cunt licked, any old doggie will do the trick."
"Very interesting," I said. "But I'd like to get back to this idea of having bestial sex with your girl friends. Could we discuss that today? "
"Of course," she said with a wry smile. And then she said, "Doctor, do you know what the real kick is?"
"What?"
"Seducing younger girls into the bestial sex scene," Miss L. said triumphantly.
"Exactly how is that done?" I asked. And immediately Miss L. launched into this story....
...Here on the campus, doctor, we have this tradition. The tradition is that during our first year we have an "older sister" who is a senior. Similarly, when you're a senior like I am now, you have a "younger sister." The whole routine is usually a crock of shit, doctor, but the purpose is that the older girl who had been here for four years will take the responsibility for showing the new girl the highlights of campus life.
Well, doctor, there's no way of getting around the fact that for me the highlight of campus life is screwing for the many wonderful animals who are to be found here. So naturally I had to turn my "little sister" on to this wonderful form of screwing.
My little sister's name was Rita. She was from a small town back east and she had only had sex with two guys before she came to the campus.
Then when she got to the campus she met this freshman guy named Jackie. Jackie was really hot for her pussy. Well, I decided that before Rita started to screw too much for Jackie, she should find out what it's like to screw the way so many of us modern coeds screw.
So one night I went up to her dormitory and asked her to come down. By now I was a senior. I had my own apartment off campus and I had a car.
"I can't come down," she told me when I called her up on the house phone in her dorm. "Jackie's coming over and we're going out."
"It's very important," I said. "You absolutely have to come."
"But Jackie--"
"Never mind Jackie," I said. "I promise that you won't be disappointed."
I finally talked young little Rita into coming down from her room and going over to my place. Just as we were going out the door, Jackie was coming in.
"Look," said Rita. "There's a bulge under Jackie's fly. That means he really wants to see me."
"All the more reason you should come with me," I said to her. So we ducked quickly by Jackie and he never saw us. He must have been thinking about his hard-on too much.
When we got back to my apartment, Rita still didn't know what was happening.
"Rita," I then said to her. "Do you trust me?"
"Of course I do," said the young girl. "Why?"
"Do you like animals?" I asked.
"I love them," she said. "How did you know?"
"Rita," I continued, "there's something in the next room that's going to give a lot of pleasure to both of us. I want you to trust me on everything I tell you to do tonight." I sat down on a small sofa right next to her. I wrapped my arm around her. She was very nervous. "I don't want you to ask any questions," I said, "until this is all over."
"Well, okay," the darling little seventeen-year-old said. "As long as you promise it will be all right."
"I promise," I said. "Now take off your shirt."
"My shirt?"
I nodded. "I want to see your tits," I said.
I helped Rita unbutton her blouse and then I opened it up. She wasn't wearing a bra since most college girls don't. Her breasts were delicate and soft, yet nicely uplifted without the slightest bit of sag. I reached to the left one and began to fondle it, carefully massaging the nipple and making it erect.
"Oh, Nancy," she moaned. "You know how that turns me on."
"You may do the same to me," I said. And she began to play with my nipples in return. I opened my blouse quickly so she would be able to reach them in a hurry.
We both sat there topless and played with each other's bosoms. When we both were very excited over our mutual touches, I spoke to her again.
"Rita," I said. "We both have to get completely naked."
"But--? "
"No questions," I reminded her as I leaned forward and kissed her softly on the right nipple.
"No questions until it's all over."
I unzipped her little shorts while she unzipped my jeans. I wriggled out of my jeans and pulled her shorts off her. Then, seeing the little tuft of hair beneath the silk crotch of her panties, I pulled down her panties with one quick tug.
"Oh, Nancy!" she giggled, holding one hand to her mouth and the other to her tuft of pubic hair, "you've bared my pussy!"
"I have to," I said. "I'm going to bare mine, too." Then I pulled down my own panties and stepped out of them. Then we sat down and cuddled together again, our breasts touching softly. I reached to her pussy and began to massage her tender little cream button with my forefinger. She rested her head in my lap. Before I knew it she was trying to flick her tongue into my pussy. I changed my position and let her put her tongue just inside my pussy lips.
"I know just what you want," she said to me. "I did this once before with a girl back home."
"No, Rita, darling," I said to her. "I'm not a gay girl. I just want to have you ready for what's in the next room."
"The next room?" she asked. "Am I going to be screwed by what's in the next room?"
"Yes, dear," I said as I lovingly rubbed that girl's tender little vaginal area. She was a very wet and very excited young girl by this time.
"Is it.. . is it male or female?" she asked.
"Male," I told her. "Very, very male."
"Does my pussy have to be very turned on for him?" she asked.
"It would be a good idea," I said.
"Then, please, Nancy," she begged. "Kiss my vagina."
There was only one thing to do since we both wanted our pussy areas nice and wet. We sixty-nined!
Rita lay back on the couch while I lay right on top of her and pushed her legs apart. Then I plunged my face right into her hairy wet vaginal lips. She did the same to me, plunging her face upward into my pussy as she wrapped the palms of her hands around my buttocks.
We inserted our tongues into each other and twisted them around until each of us had feelings in our pussies that demanded something longer and harder to be put in.
"On, Nancy," she moaned to me, "you do that better than Jackie ever has."
"You're about to meet a gent that fucks better than any man can, too," I said to her. And I rose from where I'd licked that tender sweet-scented pussy of hers. I took the younger girl by her soft little hand and led her, as her breasts wobbled, to the door to the next room.
"I hope he's not a brute," I heard her say.
"He's a wonderful big virile male," I said to her. "and he's going to give you the pronging of your life."
Then I led her through the closed door to the bedroom. I flicked on the light.
"A goat!" she yelped. "No, Nancy," she whined. "Not a goat. I thought it would be a big man with a huge dork. Maybe a dwarf with an extender, but not a goat!"
"Don't be small town," I chided her. "This is what all the girls on the campus do now. It's the latest sex rage."
"But, Nancy, I--"
"You must," I said to her. And I took no further back talk. I wrapped my arm around her so tightly that the arm came around to her other side and took her full young breast into my palm. I leaned to her and kissed her on the cheek. And with my other hand I went back down to that delicate little pussy that the seventeen-year-old had only let three men into.
"This will be wonderful for you," I cooed to her. "Something you'll never forget."
And I pulled her down to the floor. She resisted slightly, but I managed to insert my fingers into her vagina and began to move them around. I gave her that wonderful feeling that moves all girls to the passion that will only be appeased by a good stiff penis.
We lay on the floor together and I continued to massage her pussy with my inserted twisting fingers. Then the goat, who had been through this so many times before with me, began to wander over to us.
I pulled my fingers out of her pussy. The goat stuck his big horned head into her crotch. She squealed when she saw his face going between her legs. She would have tried to close her legs, but I held them apart at the knees. Then the goat flicked his tongue into her pussy, lapping deeply and warmly into her vagina. Little Rita began to moan. She stopped trying to close her legs so I let go of her knees. Instead, I began to take her right breast in both hands and I kissed and sucked it until the tit was as hard as a little stone.
"Oh, Nancy," she moaned again. "He has a tongue like a wonderful big warm washrag sloshing all over my pussy."
"Of course, dear," I said. "Goats are wonderful lovers. They're among the best."
"Oh, Nancy," she sighed as she spread her legs even farther apart and allowed the goat to shove his big pink tongue even farther between the lips of her pussy. "I had no idea it would be this nice."
"Wait till he jabs his cock into you," I said softly. "That's even better."
"Oh, Nancy, I love it!"
The goat continued to sandpaper little Rita's pussy with his big wet tongue. She moved her buttocks gently back and forth on the floor to make sure that the goat was able to flick that big tongue of his everywhere he wanted. He soon moved his tongue to just up to the clit area. He lapped all across her clitoris.
"I'm going to orgasm," she moaned as the billy goat's throbbing tongue worked over that sensitive little button at the top of her vagina.
I kissed her again on each nipple and then I let the billy goat take over. He moved his tongue upwards from her pussy until he frenched her navel with that big long tongue of his. Then he lapped upwards along the fine little body hairs on her stomach until his big tongue was right between her two heaving breasts.
The tongue slurped generously between those breasts until it moved to the left and then the right to work on those two hard nipples of hers. As she closed her eyes and enjoyed the way that big horned head worked over her tits, I peeked underneath the billy goat to see whether he was getting ready for the big score.
He was! His cock was rock hard and jutting out from the fuckgy hair on that big foreskin of his penis. He had a long pink rod down there, not too different from that of a dog, but thoroughly different and more enjoyable than the cock of a man.
"See the penis?" I whispered to Rita as the goat's hot tongue continued to work over her nip-| pies. "He's got a big stick all ready to satisfy you."
She opened her eyes and peered beneath the goat wide-eyed with excitement. "For me?" she gasped.
"Oh, Nancy," she said as she held my hand. "I'm so lucky to have a big sister like you."
"You're even luckier to have a goat for a lover," I said back to her.
"Are they as good as I think?" she asked hopefully.
"They're better," I smiled. "You'll be surprised how long they can hold it."
I helped Rita move her legs to a wide open position underneath that goat. I could see the milky wetness of her vagina as she spread her legs wide. And I could see passion written all over the pretty face and breasts of that lucky freshman girl.
"Open as wide as you can," I cooed to her as she spread her legs. "Now hunch up your ass and move your pussy upwards."
She obeyed beautifully, arching up her ass to bring her pussy within inches of that goat's big tool.
"A little higher and you'll have the goat as your lover," I teased. And she quickly brought up her pussy directly on the goat's big long pink shaft. The penis slipped right between the lips of her pussy, slipping immediately and fully into her soaking wet snatch.
"Oh, Nancy! He's tremendous," she moaned. And she closed her legs around the goat's lower half, drawing his penis as far into her as he could thrust with his spindly hind quarters.
"Wait till he starts humping," I said to her.
"That's the best part."
She didn't have long to wait. As soon as that goat felt his long penis enveloped in her wet slot, he started to briskly stroke his rod in and out of her. She held her legs tightly around him and reached up to wrap her arms around his hairy upper half. The goat kept pumping his long loaf in and out of her for several minutes. Rita was squealing the entire time, squealing with absolute joy.
"Nancy," she finally moaned, "I think he's going to ejaculate."
"It's almost time," I said in response. "He's been in you for well over ten minutes."
Just as I spoke, the goat's penis spasmed inside of Rita's lucky pussy and sent a hot stream of goat come squirting down into her. Nancy squealed again when the hot semen gushed freely into her. She could feel the juice spattering and trickling all the way down into her most sensitive areas. Within a few more seconds Rita, dazed with the good feelings she'd had, allowed the goat to with--? draw his big limp slick prick.
"Oh, Nancy," she moaned, her tits hard and tears welling in her young eyes, "that was the best I've ever had."
"Of course," I said to her. "If you've never screwed for animals before you'd have no way of knowing what you were missing."
"But the billy goat was so much better than Jackie. Jackie can't hold...can't hold...can't....
Poor Rita. She tried desperately to finish her sentence. But she couldn't. I could have warned her, too. Goats are scavengers as everyone knows. But few girls have ever discovered that goats are among the best muff divers in the world. Naturally, as soon as the goat had filled up Rita's vagina with his hot load of come, he went right down there and started to lick her clean as she was talking. What girl could be expected to finish a sentence while a goat is tooling her pussy? . . .
...Nancy L. finished her story at that point and allowed me one or two final questions. I had heard enough about Nancy herself to form my opinions on her behavior. What I wanted was a bit more insight into Rita.
"Tell me, Miss L., " I said to my patient. "Did young Rita ever go back to her boyfriend, Jackie."
"She went out with him a few more times," Miss L. said. "And Jackie even talked her into screwing for him again one time. But the fact is that Rita had been turned on to animals and there was no way of turning her off. Jackie's cock just couldn't match my goat's. It was that simple."
"I assume you like goats yourself," I said to Miss L.
"Like them? I crave them!" she exclaimed. "Just to show Nancy that I was as gung-ho on beasts as I said I was, I screwed for that goat right before her eyes as soon as she was through. Only my screwing was even nicer because I got Nancy to tickle my asshole with a feather while the goat was banging his cock in and out of me."
"Does Rita see many boys now?" I asked.
"Nope," said Miss L. triumphantly. "I haven't known her to be involved with a man ever since that last time she let Jackie screw her. And I know that she's taken up with large dogs."
"How do you know that?" I inquired.
'Two ways," she said. "My little sister and I both have had swapping parties with a couple of big dogs that roam around the campus. And second, Rita was one of the subjects in Dr. Dillon's sex class."
"Sex class?" I inquired.
"Sure," said Miss L. "The university offers sex education classes now. No one off campus seems to know about it, but during these classes there are demonstrations."
"Demonstrations?" I asked, thinking that she meant that word in the sense of protest demonstrations.
"Sexual demonstrations," Miss L. said casually. "In other words, if the professor discusses a certain technique or a certain style of fucking, what good is it if the class doesn't get to see that technique in an actual working demonstration?"
"In other words," I inquired, "the class then would have a couple simulate intercourse?"
"Not simulate," she said. "They actually get on a bed up on a stage and screw. It's not hard to find volunteers who want the class to watch them. On this campus we don't have to hide our sex lives."
"How did Rita figure into this?" I inquired.
"There was one class on 'deviations', " Miss L. explained. "Rita offered to demonstrate bestial love with a German Shepherd. Dr. Dillon took her up on her offer and Rita made it with the dog right in front of the hundred kids in the class. The class was such a success that several of the coeds asked Rita where they could find a big friendly animal."
"Thank you, Miss L., " I then said. "No further questions."
I found Miss L.'s case a most interesting one on two points.
First, Miss L. is an example of a young woman who at the beginning of her sexual activity discovered that animals were more exciting than men. Once she found this out and got the idea into her head, it would be extremely hard to dissuade her. Sex, to Miss L., means sex with animals. It is a learned association which would not easily be "unlearned", particularly since Miss L. continues to have constant sex with animals.
Why Miss L. found animals more exciting than men is a point not easily settled. Perhaps the fur,. perhaps the length of the animal's penis or perhaps it was the feeling of illicitness involved.
Probably all three factors plus others contributed to Miss L.'s ecstatic enjoyment of the act. This is a question that will be posed more succintly to other patients whose case histories follow.
But also I must note the manner in which Nancy L.'s "little sister" was seduced into the bestial experience. This practice, that of "seducing" younger girls into the bestial sex syndrome, appears very common on the campus where I conducted my interviews. And in fact, with the exception of single girls experimenting with animals by themselves, this practice of older girls showing the younger ones how seems to be the most common causes of the rapid spread of bestial sex on campus.
Younger girls learn from the older ones. They see that the older girls are satisfied. They experiment, too. They like it. And in that neat process, the spread of bestiality renews itself on campus.
Before moving to a second interview-a girl who actually attained coitus with a chimpanzee-I must make one final observation. Miss L. made mention of a sexual education class which included actual demonstrations in class of certain sex acts. Miss L.'s mention of this class was the first time I'd actually heard of an American classroom being used for actual sexual acts. I made a point to ask the future coeds I interviewed about this class and what took place therein. My inquiries were eventually rewarded, and what I saw will be revealed in later case histories included in this volume-would defy even my belief had I not viewed these strange and bestial procedings with my own eyes. It seemed that in this class, bestial permissiveness managed to reach its new heights on campus.
CASE HISTORY TWO
Lucy F., eighteen years old, came to my offices in November of her sophomore year at the university. Lucy confided with me that over the past two months she had had sex with a chimpanzee on several occasions.
"Frankly, doctor," she said to me during our initial meeting, "it worries me."
"How does it worry you?" I asked the attractive slim young coed.
"I...I feel that I'm doing something that nature never intended," she explained to me as she sat back on my interviewing couch and crossed her slim legs beneath her miniskirt. "I feel like I'm doing something perverse."
"But why would you feel that way?" I asked her, pressing to get at some inner repressed attitude towards animals or towards sex in general.
"If I had just done it a few times for fun," said the pert young coed, "it would be one thing. A lot of girls take animal lovers on this campus. I could chalk it up to experience and experimentation if I'd only done it a few times. But I do it as often as I can. And worse, I like it!"
"Ah," I said, realizing immediately what her problem stemmed from, "you think it's wrong, but you like it."
"Well," she stammered, "yes. Isn't it 'wrong' nor a woman to let a monkey make love to her, doctor? Isn't that just something completely outside of nature's established order?"
'That depends, Lucy," I said, seeking to assure the upset young woman. "It sounds as though no one is being hurt in this relationship. And if it leaves both you and the chimpanzee sexually satisfied, what third party has any moral right to pass an ethical judgment on your actions?"
"Do you really believe that, doctor?" she asked.
"Would I say it if I didn't?" I countered.
Lucy was silent for a few seconds as she pondered her situation. She was a short girl, standing only about five feet three inches tall. Her hair was brown and long. Her face was rather pleasingly cute. But beneath the cute features of her face, I could discern a look of worry and inner torment. Obviously, Miss F. was a girl very much anguished over whether her extensive bestial sex life was harmful to her or a symptom of some sort of sexual or psychological imbalance.
"I...I really do lik to screw with the chimp," young Lucy said. "I...I actually have discovered that I prefer him to men."
"Lucy," I said to her in a calm re-assuring voice, "among today's generation of college girls it's not unusual for a girl to prefer an animal to a man. Not unusual at all."
"But with me it's almost a fixation," she said. "Every moment of the day I'm thinking about that chimp and what a good cocksman he is. I don't even date guys any more. Some of the other girls think I'm a dyke. Little do they know that when my lover walks, his knuckles scrape on the ground. Little do they know that I'm one of the few girls on the campus whose lover can swing from trees by his tail. Little do they know that a monkey's penis can erect to--"
"Please, Miss F., " I said to her, breaking into her sentence and interrupting her flight of thought. "Before you slip away into your emotional attachment for your chimpanzee lover, I'd like to trace the roots of your bestial sex life. May we go back to the beginning?"
"The beginning?" she asked.
"The first incident," I said. "Can you remember the first time you had sex with an animal?"
"Of course I can," she answered.
"Were you dating any boys at the time?" I asked.
"Two," she said. "I was going with this big black stud who played football on our varsity and I was also dating this wimpy little intellectual guy with heavy black glasses. Doctor, his glasses were so thick that I thought the lenses were bulletproof."
"It sounds as though the two men you were dating had very little in common," I suggested, anxious to hear her response.
"Oh, yeah?" she asked. "They had one thing in common, doctor. They both used to come too soon."
"Most interesting," I said, making special note of that fact on my note pad. "Had one of their acts recently left you dissatisfied?"
"As a matter-of-fact, yes," said Miss F. "Just the night before my first bestial experience I was in the athlete's room in his dormitory. He made me strip completely naked in front of his roommates. Then, after my pussy was bared, he made me lie down on the bed. He got me terribly excited, so excited that my pussy was oozing with milky wetness. Then he pulled down his pants down to his knees. Without taking off any of his clothes completely, he mounted me and screwed me. He humped me vigorously back and forth. Then, just when I was getting up to the orgasm plateau that I love to be at, his cock erupted and shot its hot spurts of semen into me."
"A premature ejaculation?" I asked.
"Of course, premature," she said angrily. "He's always premature. I'll tell you one thing, doctor, the one reason that a lot of girls on this campus mess with the four-legged lovers is that animals seem to know a lot more about cocksmanship. When they come in you at least they have the good manners to hold back the come until you're satisfied."
"Were you satisfied by your first bestial experience?" I asked the pert young Miss F.
"I sure was. It was a welcome relief from all the premature comes I'd been getting."
"Would you tell me about it?" I asked. "I'd like to know how and where it happened and why you decided to do it."
Miss F. began....
...I suppose that the reason I finally decided to do it was because my pussy was so turned on. I did it with a dog, doctor. Right up in the student library in an area where there aren't many people working.
I can remember the day pretty well because my pussy was still yearning for something from that premature come. But I was also doing something else that day which made it fairly memorable to me. That spring, back when I was a freshman, there was a strange new fad on campus. The fad was to wear a very short miniskirt with no panties underneath.
It was a real fun fad. It was fun because it positively drove the boys crazy. They'd always be walking around trying to peek up your short little skirt to see who was wearing panties and who wasn't. Naturally I didn't wear panties because I liked the feeling of freedom which I got from having my snatch naked below a skimpy skirt. It had its advantages, too. One Friday afternoon I didn't have a date for that night. But during my English class at two that afternoon, I was sitting with my legs crossed and the guy sitting next to me could see my little tuft of pubic hair peeking around my legs.
It turned me on to know that a guy was staring at my pussy, but it turned him on so much that he immediately asked me out for that evening. On the date, we went to a movie. Once again I wore another short skirt and no panties. After about twenty minutes of the movie he reached under my skirt to see if I was wearing panties. I wasn't. His hand explored my pussy for the rest of the movie and made my pussy drench itself. We ended the evening up in his fraternity house room screwing madly. He told me that he'd been hard for my pussy all day, ever since seeing it in that class.
But wearing a short skirt with no panties could have its disadvantages, too. It was wearing just such an outfit, for example, that ended up by me being screwed by a huge golden retriever.
It happened very quickly,; doctor, and I genuinely cherish the memory. I was walking across the campus toward the library. I was walking through a quadrangle where there are always a lot of dogs running around. I was chuckling to myself about how many guys were staring at my legs and wondering if my pussy was bare underneath my skirt. I like to think that I'm making guys horny because I then feel that if I need a penis quickly there's always one around.
Well doctor, I was walking across the quadrangle in front of the library when this big husky golden retriever spotted me.
He was sitting beside the walk that led to the library. As soon as I walked by he started to sniff. He raised his head and looked at me. Then he got up and started to follow me down that walk.
"Nice boy," I said to him as he followed me. I didn't even know whether he was a male or a female, although I was destined to find out for sure pretty soon.
As I walked along that pavement to the library I suddenly realized that the big golden retriever was walking just behind me with his nose poking between my legs, just above the knees.
"Scoot," I said to him quickly as I brushed my hand back against him and slapped him across his warm wet nose. "Don't you get fresh down there!" I said to him.
But although I'd slapped him right across his snout he was still pretty interested in the scent he was picking up from my pussy. I could now feel his wet nose running right upwards on the back of my legs. He zeroed in toward my pussy and I tried to walk faster to get away from him.
But he was as quick as he was fresh. His nose moved right up to my crotch. People were watching me now and a lot of the guys who were sitting around on the library steps were starting to point at me and giggle.
The dog's nose was pressed right upward into my crotch from the backside. It was so embarrassing! I wished that I'd worn my panties! The dog's nose was sniffing directly into my rectum and his tongue was slurping upwards towards my vagina. I scooted up the steps to the library but the dog followed, his face still tucked under the back of my skirt.
I raced up the stairs inside the library looking for a place where I could quickly turn around and get that dog to stop feeling my pussy and my ass with his big nose. I raced up two flights. Naturally everyone could see what was happening to me. As I jogged quickly up those steps the dog's head was making my skirt even ride up on the front, baring my whole brown bush to anyone who'd look at me.
I thought of one place where I'd be able to lead the dog and get him away from me. There was a spot down an isolated corridor on the third floor of the library where no one ever went.
No one, that is, except people who wanted to screw. You see, this part of the library was so deserted that a lot of kids went up there to fuck if they didn't have any privacy in their rooms. I led the dog up there, scooting down the final few feet of the corridor very much relieved that no one could see me any longer.
I led the dog into a private little corner of the building where a series of book shelves shielded me from the view of anyone else on the floor. Then I turned quickly to get the dog's nose out of my tail.
It worked. The dog stood there in front of me, panting and seeming to grin. His big pink tongue was hanging from his mouth and occasionally he was smacking his big lips.
"That was very fresh!" I said to him. But he only seemed to smile all the more.
"That turned me on," I said. "That wasn't fair. My pussy was horny enough without you sticking your face up there to turn it on."
I reached down underneath my skirt to feel my pussy. It was wet, soaking wet, absolutely frothing with the milky wetness that all of us women get when we're desirous of a good stiff rod.
"See what you've done?" I snapped at the dog angrily. "I'm all turned on . I'm going to have to sit up here in the library and diddle my clit in order to satisfy myself."
I sat down on a stack of books that I pulled from the library shelf. Then I pulled my skirt up around my waist and reached down to my clit. I began to rub it with a soft circular motion of the fingers, a motion which absolutely thrilled me when I began it.
The dog, still intrigued with my bare pussy under that skirt, sat back on his haunches and continued to stare at me as I continued to jiggle my clit.
"Fingers aren't really all that satisfying," I said angrily to him. "A girl really needs a hearty male to poke his cock into her."
Then I took a good look at that dog. My attention originally had gone to that big pink tongue which was hanging jauntily out of his mouth. But then I started to notice the rest of his body. Obviously, I had been missing the most important feature of that dog. His penis had erected into a very desirable looking big pink prong.
I remember looking down past his tongue and following the muscular legs and chest he had. Then I looked down at his crotch as he sat there on his hind quarters. His great big penis was sticking straight up and right for me.
"Oh, no!" I gasped, covering my mouth when I first saw the dog's big tool pointing at me. The rod was long slim and pink. It was pointed and it appeared to have little droplets of moisture all over it already.
I continued to massage my clit as I held one hand to my mouth. And as I massaged it, the clit and the entire pussy became more and more excited. I guess that's just one of those weird physical things which automatically happens to a girl when she sees a good cock.
But the situation seemed to be begging me to do the unnatural. Here I was with my pussy bare and hungry for cock while the only cock around was canine. The situation was so obvious to me that it was impossible for me to resist.
"Poor doggie," I began to moan to him as I reached forward to pat that big husky male on his head. "I'll bet that cock of yours hurts to be so stiff."
He just panted as I patted him on his head. His expression seemed lively, though. He seemed to know just what was going on. As I patted him he. started to sniff again with that big wet warm nose. He was starting to lean toward my pussy again. This time I was more amenable to his doggie advances.
"That's my clit, doggie," I said to him as he peered toward my bare pussy and seemed to focus his eyes on the big pink bump at the top of my crack. "The head of the clit is very large because of the way you sniffed my rectum and lapped at my snatch. That's why I'm rubbing my clit. It's turned on and I have to appease it."
I couldn't believe my eyes. As I continued to rub my clitoris with deep circular motions of my index finger, the dog's penis gave a little twitch and a wriggle. It was still erecting. He had a solid six inches of cock down there, but it was still growing.
"Hey!" I giggled to him. "You're a pretty virile big beast after all."
He gave me a lower guttural sound midway between a bark and a growl. I realized how horny my poor pussy was and I also thought back on how his big warm nose had felt pretty good down there in my moist slot.
"Would doggie like a good hard sniff of my wet bush?" I asked.
I held my pussy lips apart for a few seconds and the dog rose to his feet and walked directly to me. His nose on his golden face pushed slowly between my spread knees as I sat there on that stack of books with my ass bare and my skirt pulled up around my waist.
"Come on boy," I said to him. "Examine it."
He pushed his wet nose between my pussy lips and the nose rubbed right across my clitoris, giving it a wonderful sensation as the warm soft nose rubbed while the nostrils flared and snorted warm air onto my whole wet vagina.
"Oh, yes, fellow," I said to him. I let go of my vaginal lips and I held his head. The dog was still intrigued with what he was sniffing down there. His nose was poking fully into my pussy lips now and his tongue was beginning to lap. And poor me! This poor girl was beginning to lose the little self-control that she had.
The dog started to slurp the wet juice from my pussy. His tongue was flicking up my pussy lips from a strange angle.
"Hold on, boy," I said to him. "I'll give you a better angle than that."
I held my skirt up around my waist while I assumed a horizontal position on the floor. I lay flat on my back with my skirt pulled up so that the dog could really dig into my bare pussy. The cheeks of my bare ass were pressed directly onto the floor as I opened up my legs.
"Come on boy," I moaned to him. "Come and get it!"
Just as I opened up my legs the dog's big whiskered face pushed down between my nude thighs and plunged into the wet swamp that was my pussy. His big tongue worked over my pussy lips again, lapping all the way from down near the rectum to up near my clitoris. When he had all the juice licked away from my pubic hair, he turned his attention to what was deep inside the pussy. He was going, in other words, right for my most private part-the vagina!
I hunched up my poor bare lower half and held the lips of my pussy wide apart. The dog's long pink talented tongue dug deeply down into my pussy, flicking that long hot wriggling tongue into the vagina itself. The tongue was unlike anything else that had ever been down in there. It was like a big piece of liver fluttering back and forth.
"Oh, yes, doggie," I moaned. "Keep it up. Keep it way up!"
As he worked on my pussy and flicked that big slurping tongue all around my vagina, I knew that I was going to have to orgasm. If he couldn't orgasm me with his tongue then I'd manage some way to get that big meaty prick of his into me. No matter how I did it, I had to get that dog to orgasm me. There was no way I was letting him go before he finished what he'd started.
As he continued to lick my vagina with that long wet probing tongue of his, I got a terrible desire not just in my pussy, but also up in my boobs. Normally when I'm getting screwed I like to have my boobs played with and strongly milked. But the dog wasn't touching my big heaving jugs. And that was something that just had to be changed.
I started to slowly unbutton my blouse. I worked the buttons open one by one because I was still busy squirming down with my ass pressing against the floor so that the dog's tongue could work its way deep into my pussy.
But when I had all the buttons undone on my blouse I had to have my big jugs licked, too.
I pulled the blouse off me and tossed it out into the aisle between the rows of book shelves. It slid across the floor and I didn't even watch where it went.
Then I held my hands under my big bare tits trying to offer them to that big horny golden retriever. I held those jugs up to their fullest and hissed to the dog to attract his attention. But nothing happened. He just looked up at me for a moment and then went back to his work down around my ever-so-sensitive pussy area.
My skirt was all folded around my waist and was almost starting to press up toward my boobs and get in the way. So I decided that the skirt had to go. It was no fun getting licked if you weren't completely naked, anyway. So I unzipped the side zipper of that little mini and I pulled it down over my legs and off. Then I tossed it out into the corridor, too.
"Come on, fellow," I begged that big golden retriever. "Come get the tits."
I flicked my finger down into my pussy and came up with a big dab of all the juice that he was so interested in down there. I rubbed the juice up across both of my nipples and the dog saw me do it..
As I lay back fully naked with my legs wide apart, the dog moved up and sniffed at my big tits. I held my hands under those two big boobs and he started to lick the left one. He brought his big slurping tongue across the nipple and my poor boob began to rise to a massive erection.
"Oh, yes, boy." I said. "That's better than any old doggie biscuit, isn't it?"
He gave a little half-bark as he slurped. Then I peeked down underneath him to check on the penis progress. I saw that his rod was big and hard, just as it was the last time I'd looked down there for it.
But this time I managed to wriggle my bare ass along the floor until my bare bush was right underneath his big pink whang. My legs were apart and the dog was working on my nipples, moving his big slurping tongue from one tit to the other and then back again.
"Time for the big score, boy," I moaned to that big yellow-furred beast. And then, as I was getting my boobs beautifully slurped by his big hot tongue, I opened my legs and began to bring them up into the air, wrapping his furry loins in my soft inner thighs.
It wasn't hard to get his prong into me, doctor. His penis was in a perfect position and as I hunched up my ass to wrap my legs around him, the penis poked directly down into my pussy lips. The pussy was so wet and wide that his big swollen pink prong managed to glide right past the outer folds of my vagina.
I felt the big pink prong enter me smoothly, its pointed head sliding directly down into my vagina. As soon as it penetrated me I moved my legs up around that dog and started to draw him all the way in.
But the dog knew what was going on, too. He started to slurp that big tongue of his across my face as he started to hump his ass back and forth. His long tail was swishing rapidly back and forth while his loins were pumping forward. His penis was fully in me now and was gliding rapidly back and forth between my wet vaginal walls. Like any other girl would react under the circumstances, I immediately throbbed my pussy and started to orgasm.
"Blast me, fella," I yelped. "Really blast it at me!" I slammed my pussy up and back as I squeezed my legs around that dog's furry loins. Each time I squeezed, I could feel his penis wriggle a little inside me. And you know what was a real kick? That sexy coat of fur on his balls and on his underbelly was pressed so tightly to me that the fur was rubbing directly against my clit. What a turn-on, doctor! Imagine how it feels for a girl to have a fur massage of her clit.
I was pounding away with my aching pussy when I realized I wasn't alone up there. One of the library custodians, a big soul brother whom everyone knew as Pete, had seen my clothes lying in the corridor and had wandered down to investigate.
"Lands sakes," I heard Pete say as he wandered down that corridor. "These kids must be up here fucking again. Sure enough!"
I couldn't do anything before Pete came around the corner and looked down at me. There I was, lying there on the floor nude among the scattered books with that big golden retriever on top of me, wrapped up in my squeezing naked legs, and pumping his furry ass madly.
"Woo-eee!" Pete exclaimed when he stared down at me in disbelief. "Shit almighty!"
"Please, Pete!" I yelped as the dog started to hump me at an even brisker rate. "Please, Pete! Just let me finish! I promise to clean up!"
Pete just stood there, his cock bulging and throbbing beneath his fly, as I turned my attention back to that husky virile canine.
The dog's cock was harder than it had yet been when Pete stood there watching me. Pete was a happy go lucky big guy and I knew that he didn't get too pissed off if the college kids used the library corridors to fuck. So I just let that big dog keep pumping.
The dog's long narrow penis was so big now that it was tickling me down in the deepest part of my pussy: I was orgasming all over the dog's cock and his prick was throbbing in and out of me with sharp pistoning motions. As I looked up at Pete, he was so excited that he was unzipping his fly.
Pete took out his long dark loaf and started to massage it. "Honey," Pete said in an excited low voice, "you go right ahead. I ain't never seen nothing like this before."
The dog looked over his shoulder and stared right at Pete's big loaf. But as I throbbed my pussy up hard on the dog's dick, the big husky golden retriever went right back to work on my wet snatch. This time the dog was so excited that after a few more good hard thrusts, he started to orgasm.
I could feel the dog's hot come squirting deeply into me. The feeling of all that warm semen drove my orgasming pussy to even higher levels of orgasmic bliss. I banged my bush upwards on that dog's orgasming penis and squeezed my pussy walls to draw out of him every hot drop of come that his furry little nuts could manufacture.
Well, shit, doctor! I got every hot drop and more! He spurted off a solid dozen hard shots of doggie come. I felt each one of them spatter down amidst the walls of my pussy and I proudly had a little orgasmic thrust of my own with each of his shots. Then I was out of breath and I let him withdraw.
I held his head to me as he was withdrawing that slick prick of his, though. I held the head to me and I kissed him right on the lips.
"I love you, boy," I said to him as the final drops of his come dribbled from his slick limp whang. "You were better than either of the guys I usually screw for. Much, much better."
In return, the big golden retriever nestled his face between my boobs as I brought my legs down. He licked my boobs again and he slurped me across the lips. It was all good clean college fun up in that third floor of the library....
...Lucy F. paused and was ready to resume her story when I glanced at my watch. I still wanted to discuss with her the chimpanzee which she had earlier spoken of, but I could readily see that time was running out on this interview session. I thus interrupted her in order to move this session to a conclusion and invite her back for a second meeting.
"Miss F., " I said to her, "this is a fascinating story. But what happened with Pete?"
"What about Pete?" she asked.
"Did Pete ejaculate?" I asked.
Miss F. smiled. "Well, doctor," she said. "Pete had always been sort of a favorite of mine. And the dog and I actually had scattered a lot of books around. That meant that we made a lot of extra work for Pete. So I did Pete a favor so he wouldn't get so upset."
"Was it," I asked, "a physical favor?"
"It certainly was," she said. "After the dog was satisfied and after the dog had licked me out a little, Pete had his pants down around his knees and was still stroking his cock. 'Pete,' I said to him, 'I don't see why a grown man should have to do that.' "
"And what did he say?" I asked Miss F.
"Pete said that he was stroking because he had a big hot load of come to deliver. So I said that I had just the right place to deliver it."
"Where was that?"
"Shit, doctor," said Miss F. tersely. "I let that big black man fuck me right there on the floor. He climbed right on top of me when I opened my legs for him. He slid that long dark rod of his into me. It felt just as good and as long as it looked. Pete didn't stay in that long since he'd already given his balls a good bit of battering with his hands. But a funny thing did happen before he came."
"What was that?"
"The dog got all hard and horny again immediately when he saw Pete humping me. At first I thought he'd attack Pete and take a big bite out of Pete's muscular brown buttocks. But, no. The dog instead mounted Pete from the back. The dog's cock swelled up to a second erection and the dog wrapped his forepaws around Pete's hips. Then Pete became the lucky man in the middle. While Pete was pronging me from the top, the dog's penis slipped into Pete's asshole and started to glide slickly back and forth. Pete would never have allowed it if he had known it was coming. But the dog got his cock in there so fast that Pete couldn't say no."
"Did you and Pete enjoy the dog's involvement?" I asked Miss F.
"Why wouldn't we?" she replied. "Pete loved being the 'meat' part of a sex sandwich. And the fact that that big furry cocksman was involved again sure turned me on. I started to orgasm just as soon as I saw the dog's big pink erection again,"
"Thank you, Miss F., " I then said. "I'd like to stop here and continue at a later meeting with your account of your relations with the chimpanzee."
"Oh, yes," she said with a giggle. "The chimp.
I'll talk about that little banana swallowing cocksman any time."
"Thank you," I said.
Lucy F. then rose to leave my office, brushing her little skirt down carefully before rising from my couch. I then suddenly was seized with a certain curiosity, a certain curiosity which did pertain to her story.
"Miss F., " I said. "I'd like to ask you one more question. This question you don't have to answer."
She stood there with her little skirt covering just a few short inches below her crotch.
"Are you wearing panties right now?" I asked her.
Miss F. blushed slightly before looking me straight in the eye. "Really, doctor," she said. "Of course I'm not." And with that she reached to the short hem of her skirt and pulled it up to show me. Sure enough. Pretty young Lucy F. was nude beneath the skirt. I could plainly see her fluffy little pubic region as it formed a silky little triangle of hair between her legs.
"Why do you still desist from panties?" I asked as she continued to hold the hem up and as I continued to eye the exposed area between her legs.
"Isn't it obvious?" she asked. "A bare pussy beneath a short skirt appeals to dogs just as much as it appeals to men. Dogs sniff me and follow me, just like the initial incident on my way to the library."
"So you don't wear panties because it's easier to pick up dogs?" I asked.
"That's right," she said.
"Doesn't the monkey get jealous?" I asked.
"He doesn't know," she smiled, finally lowered that skirt. "He's just like most boyfriends. No male ever knows what his female is getting on the side."
'Thank you, Miss F., " I said. "That will be all."
No analysis of Miss F.'s case could be made without hearing the extraordinary story of her involvement with the chimpanzee. She spoke of the monkey at length in her second interview session and seems to have more than a casual interest in the chimp and his welfare.
As a footnote to her first interview, however, I must stress one item which Miss F. revealed near the outset of our meeting. Miss F., as she herself revealed, was not a fully content woman when that dog noticed that her genital area was bare beneath her skirt.
Miss F., if you recall, mentioned that both of the college men whom she slept with had experienced trouble with premature ejaculations. These premature ejaculations had left Miss F. sexually unfilfilled and eager for a new sexual experience. Since normal heterosexual sex was not satisfying her, it was only natural and normal for her to try something new, something which she would find possibly more exciting and more satisfying.
As interview two with Miss F. revealed, the chimp merely picked up where the dog left off.
ii
"Let me ask you this, Miss F., " I said to the attractive eighteen-year-old coed as she lay back on my interviewing couch for her second interview, "just what is it about chimpanzees which you find so interesting."
"Interesting?" she asked. "You mean sexy, don't you?"
I nodded.
"Frankly, doctor," she said. "Chimps are great fuckers. They have good prongs and they know how to use them. The chimps are potent little animals and they have a keen sense of rhythm."
"Anything else?" I asked her.
"Yes, doctor," Miss F. smiled, "there is one thing more."
"Please explain."
"Not many girls realize this, but monkeys are sexually very agile."
"Agile?" I questioned.
"Agile," she affirmed. "Monkeys are dynamite fuckers because they can assume some fabulous positions on a girl. Their limbs can bend in fantastic ways. A dog or a goat or a horse can only stand or sit one way."
"Could you be more specific," I requested. "Tell me about these positions."
"I'll give you a sample, doctor," said Miss F. as she reached from where she was lying for the small purse she carried. "I'll do better than tell yoa about what the chimp can do. I'll show you."
I watched Miss F. carefully. The pert young dark haired girl was wearing a yellow blouse this time with a pair of dark blue hot pants. She wore only sandals on her feet.
I noticed as she sat up on the couch that she wasn't wearing a bra beneath that sheer blouse of hers. The crests of her nipples were readily apparent. Her breasts, for that matter, were quite full and uplifted. They were very feminine and delicate in a very young way.
I couldn't help noticing, as she pulled a wallet out of her purse, that her attire was rather revealing for a college campus, particularly one as essentially conservative as was this mid western campus. My point on this was twofold. The bra-less look, particularly when it is as obvious as this, must be terribly distracting to the male students in her classes. I'm certain that their male eyes were probably focused more on her nipples than they were on the blackboard. And secondly, attire like this is revealing in a second way. The only type of girl who would wear something of this nature would be a girl who vastly enjoys things physical. Obviously, Miss F.'s sex life was a happy one, even though it was exclusively with animals.
Miss F. opened the snapshot section of her wallet. She leafed through it and began to pull two snapshots out as I continued to observe her and make notes.
Out of curiosity, I must add, I spoke with several professors on this campus, about the attire of girls like Miss F. "Is such bralessness a handicap in the classroom?" I asked them. "When a girl like Miss F. so prominently displays her breasts, does the attention of male students suffer? "
Most professors assured me that the bralessness in elates was a benefit. Why? Simply because the male students came to class more often. Other professors mentioned that they personally enjoyed seeing a good pair of bosoms prominently displayed in the classroom. It made it more interesting for them to teach, too. One professor made it a point to give assigned seats in his class and he always made sure that the braless girls were sitting in the row right in front of him. The male students scoring highest on tests got to sit right beside the braless girls. The professor insisted that more and more males were studying harder in order to get those choice assigned seats. The only voice of opposition to the braless look, I might add, was an old unmarried woman on the faculty. She had a standing rule of failing any girl who wore no bra to her class.
Since Miss F. was wearing a tight pair of blue hot pants to my office on her second visit, it was impossible for-me to tell whether she was wearing panties this time. I was pondering this subject when she handed me the two snapshots she had pulled from her wallet.
"That's Alvin," she said to me.
I looked down on the first snapshot and I saw a picture of a chimpanzee. He was four feet tall, alone in the picture, and wore nothing but a white cowboy hat. He was giving a broad smile to the camera.
'Take a good look," said Miss F. as I eyed the picture of her animal admirer. "You can see his endowments."
Miss F. was correct. What she referred to as the chimpanzee's "endowments" was very obviously his genitals. And, I must admit, the chimp was large, even for a chimpanzee.
The chimp, despite his frame of merely four feet, had a genitalia which could be comparable with a man's. I could see very clearly in the picture that the monkey had an erection when the picture was taken. His penis had swollen up to a length of maybe six or seven inches, hardly a length that a woman could easily dismiss.
"Intriguing, Miss F., " I said to the young woman. "May I ask how you happened to get this animal to erect for the camera?"
"That was easy," Miss F. said with a merry tone of voice. "I was nude when I took the picture. All Alvin has to do is look at my bare pussy and he easily erects."
"What about the second picture?" I asked.
"It's a picture of Alvin mounting me from the rear," she said helpfully. I turned to the second photograph and studied it.
The snapshot showed Miss F. completely naked and crawling on the ground on all fours. It was a side view. Miss F. was smiling contentedly as the monkey stood at her rear and very obviously had his penis inserted into her vagina. There was a slight blur to that area of the photograph where his penis was inserted. I suspected possible touching up of the photo until Miss F. offered me an explanation of the blurred area.
"It didn't come out clearly down there," she said, "because the chimp was stroking me so fast at the time. But I didn't really care. When he puts his hairy hands on my hips and fucks me from the backside I just lose all control of my body."
"Who took the picture?" I asked.
"The guys who own Alvin," said Miss F.
"There are men involved in this, too?" I asked. There sure are," said Miss F. with a slight hint of anger in her voice. "And they're a bunch of male chauvinist piggies. They make me fuck them every couple of weeks just for the privilege of getting pronged by Alvin."
"Please explain that further," I asked. And Miss F. began....
...This whole affair with the chimpanzee began about two weeks after I first got screwed in the library by that golden retriever.
After the dog had fucked me, I knew that I was finished with the guys on the campus. My experiences with screwing guys had not been good ones. Guys always fucked me and came too soon and didn't allow me to have all the orgasms I wanted.
Animals, dogs in particular, would lick my pussy for hours on end before giving me the big hunk of meat they kept between their legs. That way I'd always be good and ready for cock by the time they finally penetrated me. So men were out and animals were in-really, in! I was getting all my cock from dogs I picked up by strolling around without panties under my skirt. But one day, after a steady diet of canine penis for two! weeks I got curious about the endowments of other bigger animals. So I decided to head over to this zoo which wasn't far from campus.
I watched the elephants with real fascination, doctor. Do you know how big their cocks are? Enormous! It took real will power to keep me out of that cage. I was having wonderful fantasies about the elephants' trunks when I tore myself away and went to admire a male giraffe's tools.
Well, doctor, I wandered from one cage to another until finally I walked into the monkey house.
And there, standing in front of a cage of small monkeys, was a good friend of mine, a classmate named Debbie.
"Debbie!" I squealed. "What on earth are you doing in front of that big cage full of monkeys?"
She jumped when she heard her name called. When she turned and recognized me as a friend she was very embarrassed. She was even blushing.
"Oh, Lucy," Debbie confided to me, "I just can't stay away from the monkey cages!"
"But why?" I asked, taking her frightened little hand in mine and giving it a girlish squeeze.
"Because, Lucy," she said to me hesitantly. "Because of something very bizarre which happened to me right on our college campus."
"But what?"
She promised to tell me because I was a good friend of hers. She told me that two guys who were seniors, Freddy Wise and Jerry Groggin, kept a pet chimpanzee named Alvin.
"They keep him in their fraternity house," Debbie explained. "But they have a terrible problem with Alvin."
"What?" I asked.
"He gets very horny," said Debbie. "And he takes out his penis and masturbates all over the house and in front of people's parents."
"How horrid!" I squealed. But I was secretly delighted. My pussy was even moist over the thought of the monkey jerking his big rod off. I looked up in the monkey cage and I could see the male monkeys swinging from branch to branch with their balls flying free in the breeze.
"So to keep him from beating off they had to get the monkey laid," she then said to me.
"Laid with a female chimp?" I asked naively.
She shook her head. "Laid with a coed!" Debbie squealed.
"A coed!" I moaned. "But who?"
Debbie blushed and my jaw dropped wide open
"No!" I said.
"Yes!" she countered. "The chimp fucked me!"
"Oh, Debbie!" I said, trying to hush my excited tone of voice so that the mothers around us who were showing the monkeys to their children couldn't hear us. "You must tell me! Was he good?"
"Good?" she repeated. "He was tremendous! Monkeys have cocks all out of proportion with their size."
"Oh, Debbie!" I moaned again as I embraced her and felt her excited breasts pushing against mine. "I've only had dogs! I have to have a monkey, too!"
Debbie and I hugged each other excitedly for several seconds. Then something caught my eye up in the branches of that monkey cage we were in front of.
"Look!" I barked suddenly, pointing up for Debbie to see.
And there, up in the branches, was the monkey equivalent to group sex. There were two male monkeys with their long penises fully erected. A female was playing around with the two males. She had one hand on each of their cocks.
Then the female jumped down to the ground and the two males followed. The female leaned forward on all fours while one of the males mounted her from behind. I saw his big penis wriggling with desire as I felt that burning urge way down inside me. I watched as the male jammed his penis into the female's vagina and started to stroke back and forth with vigorous pumping thrusts.
"My god!" gasped Debbie. "Rear entry position!"
"And look at that!" I yapped as the other male monkey jumped down and assumed a position in front of the female's head. "Fellatio! Monkey fellatio!"
Indeed! As the one male pronged the female from the backside, the other male's penis was taken into the female's mouth. I could hear the loud sucking noises all the way outside the cage where we were standing.
All the old ladies around us screamed and tried to hide the eyes of their children. But the children thought it was uproariously good fun. They screamed in joy and applauded before their blue-nosed mothers led them from the monkey house.
"That settles it!" I gasped to Debbie as I watched the three monkeys bring each other to orgasm. "I've got to go satisfy that chimp!"
I rushed off to the fraternity house where the monkey named Alvin was kept. I looked up the two guys who seemed to be Alvin's keepers." And I told them exactly what I wanted-monkey cock!
"If you want monkey cock," Freddy Wise said to me, "then you'll get monkey cock. We've got the best monkey cock in the university."
"We've also got the best human cock," smiled Jerry Groggin. "And to get the monkey yOu've got to get the human cock, too."
We made a deal. My pussy was really itchy so we went off to this apartment. It was all four of us. Jerry, Freddy, the monkey and me. The whole way over there my pussy kept getting wet for the monkey.
"Her panties are soaking!" Freddy howled with delight as I took off all of my clothes in that apartment. I stood stark naked in front of the guys and the monkey. My breasts were bare and the guys were looking at the breasts just as hard as they were eyeing the downy little triangle of pussy hair between my legs.
Then both guys got undressed and I saw their big erect fleshy penises. The deal was that I had to service them first. Then I could do as I wanted with the monkey. They drove a mean bargain, but I accepted.
Jerry fucked me first. He stroked madly as I enveloped his penis with my wet pussy, throbbing the damp walls of my inner sanctum all over his big bulging rod. He stroked me solidly for a good two dozen thrusts. Then, as I squeezed his meat with my writhing naked legs, Jerry came and squirted his seeds down into me.
As soon as Jerry withdrew, Freddy leaped aboard. Freddy's penis was a little longer than Jerry's. It was thicker, too. Freddy pumped away and I slammed my pussy up and back on Freddy's stick in the same way that I'd humped upwards and downwards for Jerry. Freddy's rod being longer was able to push down into spots that Jerry hadn't touched. So it felt good, but I rolled my pussy and wrapped my hands around Freddy's buttocks solely so that he'd come in a hurry. After all, these guys were not making me orgasm. It was the monkey I wanted.
Freddy gushed his load out within another minute or two. His load wasn't such a load actually, but I could just faintly feel it squirting down into me. It excited me when the second guy came in me. Why? Because I knew that the monkey was mine now. All mine.
"Get him for me, guys," I said to those two guys who were just sitting around with their pricks dripping. "Get me the chimp!"
Well, as it turned out, neither guy had to budge. The door was pushed open slightly and there in the doorway, after waiting patiently in the next room, was Alvin.
Alvin was giving me a big smile with his toothy mouth. He was staring right at me and was starting to move toward where I lay nude on the bed.
"He smells your vagina," said Freddy as he rose from the bed, balls dripping, and moved toward a chair where he could sit and watch. "That always turns him on."
"Turns him on?" I asked as I looked toward Freddy. But when I looked back at the chimp I knew what Freddy had meant. The chimp's pink penis was erecting out of his furry foreskin. Naturally, the penis was pointing right at me.
"Oh, guys!" I said as I sat up on the bed and felt my boobs harden with excitement. "He's so big for such a little guy!"
"That's what all the girls say," chirped Freddy.
"He's more of a man than most men are," Jerry added.
"That peter is absolutely fantastic!" I moaned. I could feel my wet pussy getting wider and wider for that four foot high monkey. I practically felt like I was going to start orgasming before he even penetrated me.
"Wait till you feel it," Freddy snickered. "If you like it by sight, you'll love it by feel."
"The monkey had moved within a few feet of my bed and I was looking down on his cock as excitedly as he was looking up at my bare breasts.
"You don't mind if we jerk off while he screws you, do you?" Jerry asked politely.
"Shit, guys," I muttered. "I don't care what you do as long as this big-pronged little ape gets his hairy little ass up here and conquers my bare body!"
The monkey then took a running leap for the final few feet and hoisted himself up onto my bed. I squealed with delight. He landed down between my knees as I lay on that bed with my legs spread wide apart. His knuckles were touching the sheets of the bed as he slowly moved upwards toward my bare wet pussy.
"It's real wet in there," I moaned to him as I started to undulate my pussy right in front of him. 'Two guys have been there so it's real wet and sloppy."
He held one of those longer fingers of his up to his mouth and looked curiously at my pussy.
"Don't stare at it," I said to that big-balled chimp. "Don't look, fuck!"
I examined that long finger of his and realized how long chimpanzee limbs are in contrast to human limbs. His finger was proportionately much longer than a man's...and the same held true for that big long pink prong of his. As I stared at that big prong jutting out of his hairy loins, I couldn't wait to get it slammed into me.
But monkeys, I discovered, like to tease. He brought one hand down to the sheet and leaned forward as he sniffed at my pussy. Then he poked his long finger down at my pussy and slipped that long finger right between the lips of my pussy. The finger slipped through right at the top of my crack. It found its mark.
"Hey!" I cooed. "That's my clit."
He made a strange jungle sound and started to rub my clit briskly with his long near-human hand. That finger was soon joined by other fingers. Pretty soon I was writhing in ecstasy as he slipped two of those long fingers of his into my vagina and started to twist them around.
"Oh, Alvin," I moaned. "Oh, Alvin, Alvin, Alvin. You're such a clever little chimp!"
Another jungle noise. He kept those fingers tooling round and round in my box. I started to orgasm, despite the fact that my pussy was already filled with the come of two vigorous healthy college males.
The chimp must have known I was orgasming because he flicked one of his long hairy hands under my ass at the precise time that my pussy was thrusting the hardest. His thumb slipped right against my asshole and tried to penetrate me there. Like any normal responsive girl who was getting hers from a chimp, I orgasmed all the harder.
Jerry and Freddy were still watching me intently, even though they'd seen many girls go through the same thing before.
But then suddenly the chimp pulled those long fingers of his out of my wet pussy.
"Yes, Alvin," I moaned to that little monkey, "it's time for the penis."
I hunched up my ass and wriggled, expecting at any time to feel his hairy four foot body climb on top of me and slosh his wet prick right into my little jackpot.
But no cock was forthcoming. I peered down at him. And thrill of thrills! He was pushing that furry little monkey face of his right into my bushy wet crotch.
Suddenly I felt it. Don't ever let anyone tell you that monkeys don't have fabulous tongues, doctor. The tongues are worth the whole thing. Their tongues are just as agile as their tails.
He pushed his face into my oozing dripping cunt and I felt his big long tongue slip right between my pussy lips. The long tongue slid quickly back through the inner lips of the vagina and started to twist within my box and lick deep down into those private little recesses where the boys had shot their seeds.
"Oh, yes, Alvin," I moaned to the chimp as he pushed his face into me while still holding one hand on each of my bare white fleshy buttocks. "Lick it clean before you fill it up again."
Well, he did. His long slurping tongue cleaned me out beautifully before he moved his tongue right back up to my clit and started to lick that.
Then he moved his hand away from my buttocks and while he continued to lick my clit he reached those long arms of his up to my bare boobs. First he caught each of my bare nipples right between the thumb and forefinger of each hand. He worked on those hard big nipples carefully as he started to suck my clit. Then he pressed his whole palms against my boobs. I was absolutely beside myself with a fierce sexual joy.
"I...I can't stand it any more," I yelped to the two guys as the monkey continued to toy with me. "Make him fuck me. Make him shove his cock in!"
"He's almost ready to," said Jerry, whose own cock was starting to rise again. "Get ready for a real workout, girl!"
A workout? I wasn't ready for anything as virile as this monkey. Let me tell you what he did to me, doctor. Then you'll realize how easy it was for this girl to fall in love with a chimp.
Jerry and Freddy gave a verbal command to the monkey that he could fuck me now. The chimp started to yelp and make those strange jungle noises again. Then he went wild that long prong of his.
He attacked me over the top and as I opened up my long bare legs as wide as I could, he mounted me vigorously and sloshed his penis into me head on. The long pink prong felt surprisingly like a man's penis. But there was no mistaking that animal energy when he humped back and forth. Nor was there any way I could mistake that body. It was the hairy wiry body of a small ape. No doubt about it. His bairy chest pushed against my underbelly and boobs as he sloshed that rod of his in and out. And his� big monkey lips occasionally toyed with my nipples, alternating from one to the other, as he humped me back and forth.
I felt his penis wriggle inside me. I was orgasming on it, but he was far from spurting out on me. Suddenly he pulled his prong out and left my pussy empty.
"Hey!" I howled as only a girl with an empty pus y can howl. "Put that back in!"
"He's showing you his tricks," chimed in Freddy as he began to stroke his penis. "Don't stop him. Just go where he wants you to."
"Go . . . ? " I started to ask. But I never had a chance to finish my sentence. The monkey turned me over onto my stomach. Then he put his strong hairy hands on my hips and stood me up on all fours.
"Not the anus!" I pleaded. "Don't fuck me up the ass!"
He didn't. He screwed me dog style. The monkey held me firmly around my bare hips while he pointed his naked prong into my vagina. In it slid. First the one half, then the other. Then he started to piston back and forth, driving the top of that penis smartly across the roof of my vagina. As soon as I started to orgasm, he reached around me and poked one of those long mischievous fingers of his right on the raw head of my clit.
"Oh, shit!" I whined. "That's not fair, you little ape!"
He held that finger there as he pressed his furry groin to me and continued to slickly slide that penis of his back and forth. I was squealing by now. As his hairy legs pushed against my poor battered bare buttocks, I could hear the monkey making odd guttural noises.
"He's enjoying it!" said Jerry as he caressed his own cock slowly and methodically. "That's why he's grunting!"
'That's why I'm grunting, too," I moaned. "He's destroying me!"
But just when I got the feeling that I was all orgasmed out and couldn't have anymore, he did something just tremendous.
He withdrew just when I thought he was going to come.
"Now what?" I whined, looking back at Alvin's cock and seeing that it was still as hard as a hot steel bolt.
"He wants you to sit on it and ride him," Jerry called to me.
"Sit?" I asked. "Ride?"
Sure enough. The monkey lay out on his back on that bed. He grunted at me and pointed that long sexy finger of his right on his big pink penis. The penis was sticking up like a lightning rod. He kept pointing that finger to indicate where he wanted me.
I obeyed my little primate lover. As he lay on the bed with his peter sticking straight up from his hairy groin, I straddled him by throwing one leg over his body and holding my pussy directly above his dork. Then I slowly lowered myself.
Down I came. Somehow I knew this would be the grand finale. I took his penis into me and felt the shaft slide all the way up my vagina until my vaginal lips were greedily pressing against his hairy balls. As soon as he had his shaft all the way ;n me I began to ride my pussy up and down. As I felt his cock erect to its final state of hardness, he held his hairy hands on my hips again. His penis was so big and swollen by now that I felt like I was sitting on a flag pole.
His penis wriggled and made me orgasm. Then, as I could feel all the furry areas of his inner thighs pushing against my legs, I undulated my pussy walls while I was orgasming. That was all my little friend could take. That virile little chimp sent a stream of gushing semen shooting straight up my pussy. As I throbbed up and down on it, I thought he was going to blow me through the roof....
. . . "A most unique story," I said to Miss F. as she concluded her account of the time she first made love with a chimpanzee.
"It's not really unique," she said, "we screw in all those positions each time we screw. That's why the chimp is such a good lover. For a girl, it's like getting three good fucks instead of one. Now just imagine what it's like when he wants to come two or three times in a session."
"I'm surprised you can keep pace with that little primate," I said to the pert young coed. "I'm surprised he doesn't wear you out."
"Sometimes he does," she sighed in an almost romantic tone of voice. "Then it's even more heavenly. I just lie there completely unable to move and he tools my pussy and tosses me around the bed. Once I even let him turn me over a chair and give me that slick little rod of his up my ass. Hell, doctor, I'll let that little chimp do anything to me."
"I imagine you would," I answered.
"I only wish," she said, "that I could get a big eight foot gorilla to pick up where the four foot chimp leaves off."
"Thank you, Miss F., " I said. "That will be all."
Miss Lucy F.'s long account of her affairs with the chimpanzee were almost unique at the university. No other coed willingly continued to have sexual relations with any beast from the ape or monkey family, although two coeds said they had been forced to have sex with a monkey and several others said they had been curious enough to try it once or twice.
But no matter how unique Miss F.'s behavior was in that one sense, it was very traditional in another. The roots of her bestial behavior, as the reader has probably concluded already, were quite apparent and understandable.
Lucy's unfortunate relations with men, as previously pointed out, left her wholly unsatisfied and ready to experiment. Thus the golden retriever set her on a bestial pattern and the monkey merely continued it. Just as in countless other cases of young women on and off campuses in the United States, sexual disappointment with men set the stage for experimentation with animals.
What, however, was the chief attraction of the chimpanzee? I think here again the answer was simple. Miss F.'s sexual experience had been limited to young men whose own sexual experience due to age and background-had been limited. These men normally mounted Miss F. from the traditional position, rubbed their penises inside her in the normal fashion, and had their orgasms without any thought about her own satisfaction.
The chimp, however, was different.
He used a series of challenging and exciting positions which fully aroused Miss F. He stayed erect in her long enough for her to reach the climaxes a woman is capable of. And he turned her on intensely just by having fur, and attribute which most American college girls seem to find enormously appealing. (Perhaps the willingness of American college women to have sex with furry animals proves the old Japanese proverb that "birds won't make nests in trees without leaves". )
In short, Alvin the chimpanzee offered Miss F. a sexual excitement equal to none that she'd ever experienced before. It was somewhat similar to the case of a young girl named Jody. Jody, as the reader will see in Case History Three, was a young coed from Oregon who had a "thing" for cats.
CASE HISTORY THREE
Miss Jody C, a nineteen year old junior from a suburban Oregon town admitted that she enjoyed three different kinds of sex on campus.
"I guess you could say that I've learned to appreciate a wide variety of things on campus," Miss C. said to me when she reported to my office and asked to discuss her bestial behavior with me.
"A variety?" I asked. "Just what do you mean by that?" ;
"I'm from a small town," the pretty young coed said with a smile. "In a small town a girl learns to keep her eyes closed and her legs closed. Do you know what I mean? "
"I think so," I said to her. "But I'd like you to explain."
"Being on a campus so far from home has taught me a lot of new things. I've learned to appreciate art, music and literature, for example."
"Anything else?" I asked.
"Yes!" Miss C. said enthusiastically. "Sex!"
"Sex with whom?" I asked, pressing Miss C. to discuss a subject which I knew she wanted to discuss in greater length.
"Sex with just about everyone," said Miss C. "I was a virgin when I came to this campus. My flowers were taken one afternoon when I visited my psychology professor in his office."
"How did that happen?" I asked.
"I went for special help in a class I was taking with this professor," Miss C. said. "But instead of telling me about the course, he started to tell me about the harmful psychological effects of virginity."
"And?"
"And then he asked me if I was a virgin. I told him that I was. He shook his head and said I should be ashamed of myself. I told him that I was from a small town and didn't know any better. He said that that was no excuse. He put his arm around me and said he'd like to help me find happiness on campus."
"What kind of happiness?" I asked Miss C. I found her psychology professor's behavior most intriguing.
"Sexual happiness," she said. "He said I'd experience 'peer group alienation' if the word got out that I still had my cherries. He said that there was only one thing for me to do."
"What was that?" I asked, knowing most likely what the answer was.
"He told me I should fuck. He told me I should lose my hymen as soon as conveniently possible."
"Then what happened?"
"He put his hands on my ass. And then he started to paw at my crotch. It was giving me a terribly uncomfortable feeling down in my...my pussy. So I told him so. I told him about those feelings."
"What did he say?" I asked.
"He said that those were anxiety feelings which could only be alleviated one way-by screwing. So he showed me a cot that he had in a side room by his office. We went in there and he undressed me. Then he put a towel across the cot and sat me down on it. He was kind enough to fuck me right there on the spot. It was thrilling and very kind of him."
I found Miss C.'s story almost incredible. "Did you at any time afterward think that you were being used as merely a sex object?" I asked her.
"The thought occurred to me," Miss C. conceded. "But I decided that he'd done me a big favor. He arranged it so I didn't have to make any tough decisions about who to sleep with first. He also took that unnecessary hymen from me and freed me to have some fun on campus."
"Tell me about the 'fun'? " I asked Miss C, drawing a smile from her with my question.
"The fun was sex!, ' she said enthusiastically again. "Three different kinds. That's what I was starting to tell you about before."
"Tell me now," I requested. "Tell me about the three different kinds of sex you practice."
"First I like to fuck guys," she said, crossing her arms over her rather large but well shaped breasts. "Every girl likes to get some penis now and then from a good looking guy. But that's just one way I satisfy myself."
"What's the second?" I asked.
"Doctor," she said, a smile beaming across her face, "you may think this is very strange, but I like to make love with some of the other coeds, too. Ever since the women's liberation movement hit the campus a lot of the prettiest girls around have come out of the closet and revealed that they're lesbians. Some of my best friends are gay girls, doctor. It's only normal that we should want to spend some evenings alone in our dormitory rooms, kissing each other in damp little intimate places and fondling each other's breasts and vaginas with our loving fingers." Miss C. paused, sighed and continued, "after all, doctor, who could understand a woman's body better than another woman?"
"Tell me about the third way," I then said to her. I managed to avoid answering the question she'd tacked onto her statement.
"The third way is with animals, doctor," she said. "I'll give you the whole story on me and animals. It started out as just fun, but it's going hot and heavy now."
"Do you like animals more than college men and the other coeds?" I asked.
"Truthfully, I do," she said. "I like little furry lovers more than I like men and women combined. It's weird and it's kicky, but that's how I feel."
"You're certainly not alone on campus," I said to Miss C. in order to reassure her and encourage her to talk openly on the subject of her bestial desires. "I'd say," I added, "that more girls than anyone could imagine are experimenting with animals now."
"Really?" she asked excitedly. "It doesn't surprise me. My fucking with animals takes up about sixty per cent of all my fucking now. And I start to like it more and more."
"Do you have any favorite partners?" I asked.
"Cats," she said. "All cats."
"All cats?" I inquired.
"No matter what color," she said. "Heck. All cats are gray in the dark. And even the little female cats have delicate little tongues that can sandpaper a girl's clit or her nipples pretty well."
"Let me make a guess," I said to her. "Am I right in assuming that your first bestial experience was with a cat?"
"Right on!" said the enthusiastic young woman. "You're dead right. How'd you know?"
OR
"A hunch," I answered honestly. "And now I'd like you to tell me about that first experience. Would you describe the cat? "
"Not cat," she said. "Cats!"
"Please begin," I said. And she did....
...As I explained to you already, doctor, it all began as a big fun thing. You see, I'd been screwing pretty regularly for a couple of guys and I'd made love recently with a couple of my girl friends whom I love dearly. But it just happened that I was alone one Friday night and didn't have any date.
Well, on Friday nights I know that everyone is out fucking with everyone else. So knowing that a single girl can get pretty god-awful horny sitting around a dormitory room. I do own a vibrator, doctor, and once in a while I enjoy sitting on it to relieve tension. But basically I don't like to work my pussy over with one of those big plastic penises. I believe in doing things the natural way. Most of my sex has to be with breathing partners, not plastic ones.
Okay, I was alone that Friday night, but it wasn't as if I had nothing to do. A girl friend of mine named Ronnie had gone away for the weekend. Before she left she asked me a favor.
"Jody," she said to me, "would you mind terribly going over to my apartment to feed my kitty cats on Friday night?"
"I don't mind at all," I told her. I knew I wasn't doing anything so I was happy to do my girl friend a favor. Not until I got to her apartment did I realize that I was doing myself a pretty big favor, too. And a bestial favor at that!
I walked into that apartment expecting to see a pair of dainty little kittens waiting to be fed. Boy, was I surprised when I was met by four big husky torn cats!
There was a big fat black and white torn cat who was closest to me when I came through the door. There were two big red cats and then there was a long haired white one with a few tan markings. And how those cats crowded around me when I came in the door. Maybe they already knew that they were going to get a little something extra special this evening. They rubbed against my bare legs and their tails tickled up below the short skirt I was wearing. And I suddenly became aware that the touch of their four furry bodies was having a sexual effect on me.
The tail of that big black and white torn cat was the longest. He kept scooting between my legs and I could feel that long tail of his gliding sexily between my thighs. The tail wasn't quite long enough to reach all the way up to my pussy, but I was beginning to wish that it was. The more and more those cats rubbed against my bare skin the wetter my own pussy became. Oh, doctor, do you know what it's like when the lips of your vagina start getting wet with desire? It creates a feeling that puts thoughts in a girl's head that she's never had before. That's exactly what happened that Friday night with those four big husky torn cats.
"Come on, cats," I said to those four as they stared up at me with their eight piercing eyes, "I came to feed your stomachs and nothing else."
They meowed at me and followed me to the kitchen. I went to the refrigerator to see what my girl friend had left for those big burly pets of hers. I opened the refrigerator and pulled out a bowl of prepared cat food that was sitting next to a dispenser of whipped cream.
I put the bowl down on the floor and looked over to the cats. They were all standing in the kitchen door watching me. All four of them were lined up, side by side, their little triangular faces and their beady eyes all staring at me.
But when I was stooping down to put that bowl down I was looking at them from a much lower level than I'd seen them before. And suddenly as my eyes examined them from that level I made a discovery.
The discovery was the most basic one that a girl can ever make about a male animal. I first noticed something long and pink hanging underneath the big black and white cat. Then as I looked carefully at the other three I saw the same thing. It looked like a man's finger hanging down below them.
"What the . . . ? " I started to mutter to myself as the cats stared at me. Suddenly I realized where they were staring. All eight of those piercing feline eyes were focused between my legs. Those cats were looking up my skirt. And then I knew what those little pink prongs were that were hanging down there between those furry hind legs.
"Penises!" I squealed as I realized that all four of those husky big cats had erections. "They're flashing rods at me!"
Well, doctor, I've been around males long enough to know a few things. One thing I've learned through experience is that males only erect when they want to use their cocks on a female. Since I was the only female around, I knew that I was in for an odd evening.
I moved out of the way of their dinner bowl and stepped out of their way as they slowly moved from the doorway to their bowl. They stared at me continually and when I peeked down at their dangling rods again, I saw that they were remaining erect as they ate. My vagina was thrilled by it, as any girl's vagina would be. But I had no experience with animals. And besides, I figured that cats would be too small to satisfy a vigorous healthy human female. So I slowly moved into the next room to think things over.
I sat down in the next room and pondered how a lonely college girl could find happiness in an empty apartment with four potent torn cats. I pictured three cats sitting on the floor with their cocks pointing out while I lay prostrate on the sofa with the fourth cat at work down at my crotch. I envisioned his furry little body poking a thin but meaty prick into me while I throbbed my vaginal walls all around his diminutive pink stick.
Then I had an even clearer daydream about cats. I imagined that the big black and white one was suddenly my size. I imagined that he came leaping out of the kitchen and pounced on me like a cat pouncing on a mouse, the mauling I got was the type of thing a big husky torn reserves for his pussy in heat.
In my mind's eye I could see the big black and white cat sliding an eight inch peter right into my wet throbbing cunt. I held my hand to my mouth as I imagined this. It was so sexy that I was afraid that I'd start making low mating moans if I wasn't careful.
"Shit," I then said to myself out loud. "I'm an adventurous girl and I came to college to learn about everything. If I can't have one big cat, I can sure have four small ones!"
And I immediately went to the refrigerator again. The cats watched me carefully as I took out that spray can of whipped cream and went into the next room.
"Eat up, guys," I said to those rough looking big cats as they glared up at me with those tough triangular faces. "Finish dinner because there's a big dessert coming right up."
I walked back into the next room. I made sure all the blinds were down on the windows. This Friday was going to be one evening of feline fun. I never realized what a serious thing I was starting for myself.
I brought the can of whipped cream back into the room off the kitchen. Then, standing in front of a big full length mirror, I began to strip.
I undid the buttons on my shirt and I pulled the shirt off. Then off came my bra. I held my naked breasts out proudly to the mirror. One cat appeared in the doorway to watch me.
"See these big tits, pussy?" I whispered to him. "They're all for you!"
Then I unzipped the zipper on the side of my skirt. Slowly I slid the skirt down and off. That left me with just my panties. I looked in the mirror and could see that silky triangle of pussy hair through the crotch of my pink lace panties. Another cat appeared in the doorway and stared at me.
"Oh, you big toms," I said tauntingly to them, "I need something in me so badly that I'm ready to go jump on a bedpost." A third cat appeared. All three cats had erections still. And all three were staring at that triangle of hair beneath the crotch of the panties.
"Yes, fellows," I said. "It's time for dessert."
I pulled the panties down my legs and stepped out of them. I was completely bare. My pussy was positively frothing with desire now. My cunt was so wet that I could feel the milky moisture drooling all the way down past my outer vaginal lips. If it had been any wetter, the cats would have seen me dripping on the floor.
Then the fourth cat appeared and all eight of those beady eyes were focused up at my bush. "My girl friend Ronnie must have such fun up here with you fellows," I said teasingly to the cats. "I wonder if she serves you the same sexy dessert that you're going to get from me."
One of the cats meowed. I took that as a cue.
I got right down on the floor of that apartment and pushed the nozzle of the can of whipped cream. As I sat there with my legs crossed beneath me in yoga style, I squirted a big gob of whipped cream into my hand.
"Cats love cream, don't they?" I asked my four erect feline friends in a low tone of voice. "I sure hope they come and get it."
Then I dabbed some of that soft white fluffy cream onto my left boob. The fluff of white Cream formed a big white cap for my hard left nipple. It looked so good on that tit that I immediately dabbed some on the other tit, too.
I looked at the cats. Two were staring at one tit and two were staring at the other. Then I opened my legs for them and all four stared right in at my snatch.
I held my legs out straight and started to lie back. I held the nozzle of the spray can right to my pussy lips and I pressed the nozzle down. I moaned as all that cool soft fluffy whipped cream shot into my vagina and filled up the pussy's outer lips. I even shot a big dose of it all over my pubic hair.
"That's it boys," I said, reclining fully and tossing the can away. "Come and get it. Dessert is served."
The big white cat was the first to make a move toward me. He started to slink in my direction as he continued to gaze at me. Then the other two red cats slowly began to follow him. That big black and white brute was the fourth to move. I was most interested in that one. He was the biggest and strongest of the four. I figured he probably had the best whacker down there between his legs.
The cats circled me and slowly started to close in. It was positively thrilling for this poor girl to be surrounded by these horny husky beasts. All four of them still had their long pink rods exposed down underneath.
"Come on fellows," I said to them. "Don't fart around. All this whipped cream is beginning to tickle."
Even though the big white cat with the long hair started toward me first, the first thing to touch me was one of the big red dudes. One of them came right up to my left tit and pushed his triangular face right to my boob. He lapped at the cream with that big kitty cat tongue of his. I slowly moved my hand underneath him and rubbed my fingers through the soft velvet fur of his underbelly.
My fingers came to his male jewels. I rubbed the tip of my index finger along his long shaft. It was slick and warm and it seemed to squirm a little with enjoyment as my fingertip teased the end of his rod. I even felt the few little beads of come that formed in the tip of his prick. When I rubbed these around he gave me a low meowing sound, a very contented little purr.
Contented? Shit, I was pretty contended, too. With the other three cats closing in on that strategically placed whipped cream, this first cat was standing with his rear paws on the floor but his soft little forepaws pushing against my left boob. His curious little whiskered face was right up to that crown of whipped cream on my hard left nipple. His pink tongue was darting out of his whiskered face and lapping the cream off. First the tongue felt far away as it lapped off the top of that cream. Then when he worked his way down to where the cream had oozed into the little wrinkles of my nipples, his tongue was like a little velvet rag. That quick little darting tongue of his worked on that nipple and made it erect to stone hardness as the tongue caressed it.
"Good kitty," I moaned, starting to do a little purring of my own. "Bring that tit up nice and hard!"
I was having such fun with that big fat red cat that I didn't even realize how the other three had closed in on me. The other red cat was standing right at my right nipple and was reaching up at it. He flicked his left paw up there and rubbed that delicate little paw right against my nipple as he scooped off a big gob of cream. Then his quick pink tongue lapped the cream off his paw. Then he reached up and braced himself against my body with his two forepaws. He started to gnaw and lick at my right boob the same way that the other cat was going after my left one.
I didn't like to play favorites, so I moved my other hand under that second cat's belly and rubbed my fingers through his soft fur. When I came to his prong I was pleased to find it happily erect down there. I rubbed the shaft the same way I'd rubbed the other cat's. Both of them started to purr simultaneously as they teased and taunted my poor boobs with their lapping quick tongues. I kept each of those little feline cocksmen hard by continually rubbing their hard little prongs with my fingers.
The whipped cream in my pussy, however, was starting to wilt and run down my inner thighs. So the other two cats got to it just in time. The long haired white cat stepped up on my underbelly and stood with his four velvet paws right above my navel. He sniffed his little nose down my navel and I could feel the warm air from his little pink nostrils. Then he moved slightly forward, walking on me with those soft little paws of his while the two red cats worked on those tits. Almost all the cream was off my nipples now, to those two red cats were playing with those tits anyway. The cat on the left was still licking. The other was mostly licking, but he'd also use is mean little paws to bat the tit back and forth a little.
The cat standing on my underbelly started lean his little face down to where my pubic hair was saturated with whipped cream. His little teeth started to chew through the hair to draw some of that tasty fluffiness out. It was divine to feel that splendid little female mouth at work down there. But it was nothing in comparison to what that great big black and white torn did to me.
I guess the cats were saving the best for la The last and biggest of those cats moved slowly into a position between my legs. Down around my left knee, he began to lick my bare skin. I felt little rasping tongue just above my knee, started to work upward on me, moving slowly toward my whipped cream filled pussy as other three cats already worked on me.
His tongue grew closer and closer, moving from the knee area inch by inch toward the puss; could feel those long sensitive whiskers of moving upwards from the knee area up my leg. When I looked down my view of him was blocked by the car that was standing on my stomach. All I could see of that big black and white torn was his tail. The tail was standing straight up, just like I knew his rod was.
Doctor, how can I describe the feelings that shot through me when after all that build up, the black and white cat nestled his face into my crotch and started to lick the whipped cream right out of my vagina. His big velvet tongue worked up and down the lips of my vagina while the other cat was content with the cream on my hair. The two red cats continued to work on my nipples. Then the long sandpaper tongue of the black and white cat started to lick directly across the inner folds of my vagina. And to make things better, as he cleaned all that whipped cream off me, he was starting to lick upwards toward my clitoris.
"That's it, boy," I said. "Go for the clit. There's cream all over my clit."
I wasn't lying. There was cream all over the clit. There was both whipped cream and the cream that my vagina was oozing, out of all this excitement and fun with my four whiskered friends.
The cat at my crotch worked his tongue up to the top part of my crack and started to work on the cream there. His tongue was right above my clit as he lapped the whipped cream off me. Within seconds that tongue of his was pushing, playing and lapping right across my clitoris. My clit was hard, pink and erect by now, standing up with its peak of excitement at maximum. The cat's tongue then flicked across it several times in a row. The fine sandpaper smoothness of the cat's tongue was after a few little morsels of cream that were surrounding the clit. He was driving me crazy trying to get them.
He was so insistent at getting those few little drops that he pushed his paw against the left lip of my vagina and started to open the vagina up a little more for better access to the clit. That was all the excitement that this girl's pussy could take without erupting. I immediately started to orgasm.
My vagina throbbed and humped up and back and the cats liked me all the more intensely as they realized that my body was heaving with female pleasure.
The black and white dude between my legs pushed his whole face into my vagina now and started to very deeply flick that tongue of his down into me. Deep down I could feel his little tongue trying to inch itself into my vagina. The tongue was swirling all around in there. And that rough little tongue was giving me a sensitive and delicate tongue lashing comparable to none that I'd ever received before.
"Something longer," I moaned as my whole body heaved with the sexual attack that those four feline were launching on me. "I want something longer in me!"
I hadn't thought that a cat penis would be at all satisfying. I figured it would be too small to give a demanding woman like me any sort of satisfaction. I was wrong.
That cat down at my crotch suddenly pulled his face away. I was reaching for the whipped cream because I thought that he'd lost interest in my vagina because he'd cleaned the cream out. But I was wrong. Evidently, doctor, a woman's pussy gives off odors that arouse all males, regardless of species. When the cat pulled his face out of my vagina it wasn't because he was bored. It was because he was readying himself to slide his hard little pink prong into me.
The big black and white cat swatted the long haired white one, the one standing just above my bush, in the face with a quick and well directed paw across the face.
The long haired white cat scattered. The two red ones continued to play with my boobs, nibbling at them and occasionally rubbing their little velvet paws across me. But the black and white cat down there between my legs was the one who was driving me nuts. He was mounting me and sliding himself into a perfect fucking position between my legs.
"No, kitty," I said to him. "I'm sure it's not big enough!"
He pressed his furry little loins into mine, however. And then suddenly I felt that thin little rod of his starting to wriggle its way into me.
"Oh, kitty!" I moaned. And I felt that rod actually wriggling inside of me, pushing its way back toward my vagina and tickling the walls of my pussy. I started to orgasm again. And this time I rolled my vaginal rolls furiously back and forth on the cat's prick, trying to create a good bit of friction on his small prong.
But that penis started to grow. At first it felt like a man's little finger inside there. Then I moved a little and the tip of that slick little rod of his somehow reached even farther inside of me. He wriggled it around and managed to even drive his furry nuts between my vaginal lips. Then he humped and pushed it as far into me as he could. I got off a long sustained orgasm before I felt the cat's prick spasm and unload hot little bursts of seeds into me....
. . . "And that was it?" I asked Miss C. as she concluded her statements about the four cats.
"Not completely," she said. "But when that little cat shot his wad into me it was one of the most exciting moments of my life.
"What else happened?" I asked.
"I had to make all those cats orgasm," she said, "in order to be fair to them. No upstanding girl would leave there with three males all hard and hurting over her."
"So what did you do?" I asked.
"One of the red cats started to rub his prong against my tits. He came easily. The white cat was allowed to get between my legs and he rubbed his dick against my clit until each of us had orgasms. The final red cat was stubborn. So finally I just turned him over on his back and took his little gun between my lips and sucked him until he came. Cat come tastes much different than human sperm, doctor."
"Was your sexual activity over after the cats were fully satisfied?" I asked.
"Almost," smiled the attractive young coed. "I even thought so at the time."
"Did something change your mind?" I asked.
"Yes," she said. "The big black and white cat changed it."
"How?"
I was laying on my side and leaning over that red cat when I was tooling his prick between my lips. Well, just when I felt the red cat's dick squirting off in my mouth, I felt something going on around at my back door."
"Back door?"
"The anus, doctor," young Miss C. said modestly. I looked over my shoulder after the red cat came and I saw that black and white dude sniffing at my rectum. It turned out that some of the cream had dripped around the crack between my buttocks.
So I reached around, turned over on my stomach, hunched up my ass and spread the cheeks of my buttocks. I wasn't going to miss something like this."
"What happened?" I asked.
"He licked my rectum clean of whipped cream. It was throughly enjoyable, doctor. He even managed to turn me on a little by constantly lashing that hot little tongue of his across my rosy red rectum."
"If you don't mind my saying so, Miss C," I then said to her, putting down the pencil I'd been making notes with, "these cats seemed curiously adept at the art of satisfying a woman. Do you think that these four animals just happened to know how to do this or do you think that this type of thing is instinctive in cats?"
"Neither," she said. "It's learned."
"Learned?"
"My girl friend Ronnie who owned those cats taught them."
"How did you discover that?" I asked her.
"Ronnie thanked me on Monday for taking can of her pets," Jody C. told me. "But she asked me about the can of whipped cream. She asked me why it was lying under a table in her living room."
"What did you say?"
"I didn't know what to say, Miss C. said. "Then Ronnie said it for me. She said, 'You used this whipped cream to sexually entice my four feline cats, didn't you?' And she had me caught. I had to admit that she was right."
"Was she mad?" I asked.
"Not at all," Miss C. said. "Ronnie was very understanding. She confessed to me that she did the same thing. She said the cats were trained by her to go after all the whipped cream no matter where she put it. So I guess I'm not so weird after all, doctor. Other girls are doing the same thing as I."
"They certainly are," I said. "It often seems to me that every girl I've talked to on this campus is doing something with animals. In any event, that will be all for today."
"You want me to come back?" she asked hopefully. .
I nodded. "I'd like to hear more about your love for cats," I said to her.
"I'll tell you something even better," said Miss C. "I'll tell you what happened the day I went out to the stables to see a litter of new kittens. After all, there are bigger beasts than cats in a stable."
"Indeed there are," I smiled, intrigued by what Miss C. had done in the University Equestrian Club's stable. But our initial interview was complete at that point.
ii
Miss C. was dressed very casually when she returned for her second interview. Her short dark hair was brushed casually, but instead of the more formal clothes which she normally wore to classes, she wore merely blue jeans, sandals and a T-shirt.
Nineteen year old Miss C. had affected the no bra look beneath that T-shirt. I could tell by the firm outline of her nipples through that cloth and by the fact that her breasts bounced jauntily as she walked across my office and sat back on my interviewing couch. I thought back to our last interview session and tried to imagine, for the sake of scientific interest, Miss C. completely nude with those four cats involved with different erogenous zones of her lithe young body.
In passing, I noted that the T-shirt bore the inscription "Support Animal Husbandry in 1973". We both smiled at that particular apt inscription. Then we continued with our second interview.
"I recall, Miss C," I said to her, "that you told me that you enjoy three different kinds of sex: sex with men, sex with women and sex with animals. Am I correct?"
"You are," she said.
"I'd like to get an idea of the frequency with which you have one or the other. A week has passed since our first interview. Have you been sexually active?"
Jody C. smiled. "I'm always sexually active," Miss C. said. "But it happens that this past week was a good one."
"Briefly, who have your partners been since I saw you last?"
Miss C. thought for a moment. "I don't want to forget any of them," she said. "I'd hate to hurt feelings. I know I went over to Ronnie's and played with her cats for a while. You know how I feel about cats. She has six of them now. Then the next day I went over to Ronnie's again with the desire to play with the cats again. You know what happened. I caught Ronnie in just her panties. I started toying with her breasts so we ended up in bed sixty-nining."
"Please continue," I said as she paused. "The next day I made it with a guy. I don't know his name. He was sitting in one of my classes wearing a tight pair of jeans. I saw a huge bulge at his crotch and after class I: told' him I liked what I saw. Presto. We made it that same afternoon."
"Continue," I said.
"The next day I didn't screw anyone but I did get felt up a little by a girl in the ladies room. Nothing serious, and I'd never seen her before. Just a little girlish fun. The next day I took a break from cats and I had a great big collie prong me with his big tool. He was good, but the very next day I was having my own pet Siamese cat licking my clit as I changed pace a little by riding my vibrator. I don't like to ride a vibrator by itself, but if you couple it with an animal, then you've really got something."
"Anything else?" I asked.
"Yes," said Miss C, slowly and thoughtfully. "On one day I seduced a twelve year old boy whose father is a professor at the university. I did it in one of the school buildings between classes one morning. I can't remember what day it was, though."
"Can you remember about the stables?" I asked.
"Excuse me?" she asked in a tone of voice approaching shock.
"The stables," I repeated.
"How did you know about me and the--"
"You mentioned it at the end of last week's meeting in my office. I'd like to hear what happened in the stables if you don't mind."
"Wow, doc," said the excited young coed, shaking her head with a big smile. "For a second I thought you'd been spying on me."
"Just tell me about the stables," I said. "You mentioned that you went out to see some kittens but became involved with another animal. Is that right?"
"It is," she said. Then she explained---
...Doctor, after that wonderful experience at Ronnie's apartment with her four stud cats I guess you can understand that I'm really gung-ho on cats of all sizes and all sexes. That's why when I heard that there was a litter of kittens in the campus stables I just had to go over and see them.
Ronnie and I had had some good fun in our time with kittens. We hold those wriggling furry little bodies in our hands and we rub them against our nipples and even across the lips of our pussies. We never hurt the dear little kittens, of course, because we sincerely love the little animals. But it just shows you that even the smallest cats can pack a pretty big wallop for a girl's pussy.
Ronnie and I went out to the stables just as soon as we heard that a litter of kittens was out there.
"The poor little kittens have to be very careful out in that stable," said Ronnie as we approached this big barn on the edge of campus. "If the kittens aren't careful they could get their little asses stomped by one of the horses."
"Horses?" I asked. "Are there a lot of horses at the stables?"
"Silly," said Ronnie coyly and sweetly. 'That's what stables are for. What do you think is kept in stables, orangutans?"
"I wish," I said.
I thought for a few moments as Ronnie and I neared the stable. Then I spoke again.
"Ronnie?" I asked. "I know you've had cats. But have you ever had a horse?"
"As a lover?" she asked.
I nodded.
"Yes, dear," Ronnie said. "And let me tell you something. Cats are small and furry and delicate. They murder a poor girl's pussy with their delicate little tongues and their gentle hard-rubber peters. But horses are just the opposite. While cats come on with gentleness, horses come stampeding in like locomotives."
"Ronnie, no!" I squealed with delight. Already I was more interested in the horses than in the kittens I'd set out to see.
"When you have a horse dick between the folds of your vagina," Ronnie said in a longing voice, "it's like getting a hot steel spike down there. You get whacked, girl, and you "know something big is in there!"
"Oh, Ronnie!" I moaned. "It sounds simply fabulous."
"Try it," she said. "You'll like it. I'll show you the best stud stallion in this whole state."
We walked into that stable and Ronnie led me right past the basket full of crawling creeping little furry kittens. I still liked them, of course. But kittens are so small and horses are so big. I looked to the back of the stable and I saw this huge stallion with flaring nostrils and heaving rolling muscles.
"Oh, Ronnie," I sighed. "Is that him?"
"That's him," she said. "This is the horse which the stable people know as Jet Black. But all the girls at the university just call him Big Dick!"
"Big Dick?" I said. "Is it because--? "
"Just look," Ronnie said to me. "Then you won't have to ask."
Ronnie stepped into the stall with that horse. She patted him on the side of the head and then across his muscular shoulders. Then she slowly started to move her hand down and underneath him. I peeked underneath to where her hand was going. I saw two big balls back where his legs came together beneath his tail. And I saw the foreskin that covered his penis.
"I don't see a rod yet," I whined in disappointment. "Have you been cruelly bullshitting me, Ronnie?"
"Not at all," she said. "Watch."
Her hand reached down to those balls and started to rub them. At first her rubbing was gentle. Then she increased the pressure on his balls. She rubbed proudly across those nuts. Then as I watched and as Ronnie pressed her breasts against the left side of the horse, a tip of a grayish pink prong began to appear at the tip of the foreskin.
"He's erecting!" I squealed. "He's getting hard.
"Of course," said Ronnie. "He recognizes me."
"Oh, Ronnie," I said excitedly as I watched the horse's big penis begin to slickly erect out of its foreskin sheath, "how many times have you made it with him?"
"More than I can count," she said. "But today can be your lucky day with Big Dick."
"Oh, Ronnie," I exclaimed. "You're such a wonderful friend." I gave her a big kiss on the cheek and a pat on the buttocks. I knew that I would have to probably reward Ronnie by licking her asshole for her later that afternoon. But I didn't mind. I'd never seen a penis as big as the hunk of dogmeat hanging between that horse's legs. I wanted that huge bolt in me and Ronnie was going to let me. A girl makes such wonderful friends and has such good times at college.
As the horse's prong erected I began to disrobe. I pulled off my soft blue sweater and unhooked my bra from the back. I hung the sweater and the bra on a nail in the stall wall. When I turned back and looked at Big Dick, he had turned his head my way and was looking directly at my bare tits.
"Don't worry," said Ronnie. "He likes boobs. When you get completely naked, I'll show you a trick we can play with bare boobs."
I then unzipped my blue jeans and started to pull them down. I was bare beneath those jeans. I always find it sexy not to wear anything underneath. When I slide those jeans down and off my legs, both Ronnie and the horse looked at my bush. Then I stood there completely naked in front of the two of them.
"You're a very lucky girl," said Ronnie. "Your pussy has soft brown hair. Mine is overflowing with coarse black hair."
"Your snatch is very sexy," I said, reassuring my girl friend. "If you don't believe it I'll lick it for you later."
I reached to her and was going to give my girl friend a nice pat on the pussy when I was cut off. Big Dick pushed his head downward and between us. His big nose came right toward my bush and started to nuzzle me.
"He's after my pussy already!" I said to Ronnie.
"Of course," she said. "He's turned on. I'm rubbing his balls so he.'s getting aroused."
"Oh, Ronnie," I moaned as I felt that tongue lap against me and felt his hot breath all over my pussy, "I have the feeling this is going to be fantastic!"
"You're so right," Ronnie said. "You're going to get the servicing of your life."
Ronnie showed me just what I should do to service my pussy with the prong of that big stallion.
I moved underneath the horse while I was stark naked. I got down on my knees and pressed my hands up against the horse's big pair of balls. Then I pushed my mouth up to his big penis and took that big thick bolt of his into my mouth.
I lapped the juice out of the little spout on the end of his prick. I moved my fingers up and down his rod and I tried to take as much of his cock as I could into my mouth. His penis was so long and fat, however, that it was almost useless to try to get much into a mouth. It was a better idea to get it into the pussy.
Following Ronnie's guidance, I let the horse's penis slip from my mouth. I then reached up around the horse's midsection from underneath. I hugged the horse as I'd hug anyone who was going to give me a pronging with a ten inch penis. I pushed the hard nipples of my breast to his firm underbelly and I tried to give that tough hide of his a hicky. All this nonsense was foreplay. It was designed to get both the horse and myself into the mood for a good hard screwing.
Then I hoisted up my ass, spread my legs, and prepared for a prick the size that most girls can only dream about. I held my legs wide open and felt my vagina absolutely flood with the juice of desire. I brought my pussy directly up toward his long cock. I caught the tip of that penis between my vaginal lips. I inched it into me. It was such a long fat oversized penis that I began to orgasm almost immediately.
The horse's penis slid into me smoothly and smartly, sliding past my outer lips and all the way into me, as far back as my pussy could hold it. I started to move the pussy back and forth on his cock as I comfortably locked my legs around him and supported myself by holding onto him from underneath.
"Ronnie, you were so right," I moaned. "It's like a telephone pole in there!"
The horse's penis was so big that I could hardly hold three quarters of it by stuffing it all the way into me. I glided back and forth on it, letting it push all the way back as far as it could go, and bringing the wriggling penis up to its maximum erection as I impaled my pussy on it. Within a few seconds I was shrieking with joy. I was orgasming so fast and furiously now that I thought the springs of my pussy had gone berserk and out of control. I came damn close to just letting go, dropping off the underside of that horse and letting my good friend Ronnie finish the horse off. But I didn't. I was greedy. I stayed hanging on underneath until the horse himself was ready for his own final blast.
The horse's penis stiffened until I felt like I was gliding myself up and down on a hot railroad spike. Just when my pussy was tearing itself in half with a long hot sustained orgasm, the horse's cock stiffened suddenly and spat out a torrent of hot oozing foaming juice.
His penis gushed hard and seemed to contract with each of the dozen or so hard shots of come that he let loose. I could feel each of those shots spitting down into my vagina and landing inside me like big hot meatballs. My pussy kept orgasming for each one of his thrusts. When his cock finally spasmed to a finish, I let his peter dribble a few more drops of juice into me. Then I slowly unwrapped my legs from around him.
I was completely out of breath as I lowered myself down onto the straw on the floor of his stall. I released my arms slowly and let myself lie back onto the straw completely. I panted for my breath and felt all the hot liquid swirling around in my box. I rolled in the hay to get away from those sharp hoofs he had. Then I looked up at Ronnie who had her hand in her panties and was casually fingering her clit over what she'd seen.
"Without question," I panted to her. "He's the best I've ever had.". . . .
...Miss C.'s story ended at that point. While I had heard enough from her to draw a definitive analysis of her case, I did want to put time to good use by asking her a few final questions.
"I can see then, Miss C," I said to her, "that sexually you're a very active young woman. But at the outset of the interview you mentioned that cats were your number one love. Yet you walked right by two adult cats and their brood in order to have sex with the horse. Doesn't that imply that you prefer a horse to a torn cat?"
"Not necessarily," said Miss C. "The horse was a special treat. A girl just doesn't get to the stables every day to screw with a horse. Not unless she's very rich and owns a stallion or something. Cats are my first love, that's why I own three tabbies of my own plus the Siamese who specializes in licking my clit. The only reason I ignored the cats in the stable was that the horse was right there ready and waiting for me."
"Then you enjoy variety among animals? "
"You know I do," said Miss C. "I like variety between men, women and animals and I like variety among different species of animals. A cat's prick is maybe three inches at best. A horse can give you a solid foot. What girl wouldn't like a little spice like that? After all, most of the married women I know go to bed with a new man if they are shown that his prick is bigger than their husband's. Imagine how some housewife would feel if she suddenly found a man with a cock four times as long as her hubby's. She'd have to be crazy not to want to sit on it."
"Thank you, Miss C," I said. "That will be all."
Miss C.'s case points up to two facets of bestiality on campus which deserve to be noted here.
First, we must admit that Miss C. was a sexually active young woman to start with. She obviously enjoys the delights of the body and she revels in exciting new sexual experiences. Although she hasn't seemed to turn to such things as spankings or bondage (which do exist among several sexual cults on most American campuses) she is quite willing to try something new to see if it satisfies her. Obviously, Miss C. is a student of the world. Sexually, she has an open mind for all sorts of new ideas.
Miss C.'s nature, being what it is, brings us to that first point that I wanted to stress. Miss C. differed from the two women whose interviews have already appeared here in that Miss C. initiated her first bestial experience. Granted, the cats were there and seemed to have something in mind. But unlike the previous women in this study (to whom dogs or rams or monkeys were brought), Miss C. took the whipped cream from the refrigerator and conceived of her whole bestial beginning by herself.
That brings us to the second point, one closely linked with the first. Miss C.'s girl friend had, by coincidence, experimented with cats and horses in exactly the ways that later thrilled Miss C. One cannot escape the conclusion that one reason that bestiality is on the rise among college women is that college women seem proud to turn each other on to the facts of bestial sex. There appears to be nothing shameful or underhanded about bestiality on campus. Women are open and even proud about what they're doing.
Perhaps because bestial sex among college women is so openly practiced on campus, the university administration has seen fit to educate its students on the subject. Earlier in this report the reader learned of a class where actual live demonstrations were given of young women having sex with animals.
One such woman, Linda P., told me of her participation in such a class, including how a crowded classroom of over a hundred students and teachers watched her have sex with a semi-tame beast. Miss P.'s interview is Case History Four of this book. In many ways, it is the most important interview included here. Also, perhaps the most shocking.
CASE HISTORY FOUR
Miss Linda P., a twenty year old woman from the largest city in the state where the university is located, willingly became the subject of a bestial experiment in the class of Dr. Dillon, a psycho-sexual researcher on the faculty of the university.
Miss P., a very tall blond girl who was five feet ten inches tall and could easily pass for a model, was very deeply into the bestiality syndrome. She had originally been forced to have sex with an animal when she was much younger. Because of this, despite the fact that she had an active sex life with certain men on the college campus, Miss P. was an occasional participant in bestial sex on campus.
"It's more than the fact that I screw animals on the side," Miss P. told me when she came to my office to discuss her bestial practices. "I'm not secretive about it. I think bestial sex is wonderful for a girl. I think all women should do it and all women should know how good it is."
Miss P., being a large woman, sat with her legs crossed in a chair in my offices. She was wearing a short skirt and I could not help noticing what attractive legs Linda P. had. It kept striking me that some of the loveliest young women on the campus were bestiality advocates.
"Would you like to lie back on my couch and discuss your sex life with animals?" I offered to Miss P.
"I'd prefer not to take the couch," she said. "Couches are for patients. I'd be very pleased to sit here and discuss things with you, but I won't be treated as if I'm a fruitcake."
"Very well," I, said. Miss P. was showing slight signs of defensiveness about her sexual practices. But in all, I assessed her as a woman who was very sure of herself and sure of what she wanted.
"I have a theory," she said. "I have a theory that bestiality is treated as a perversion and as something illicit which 'decent' people don't do for one simple reason."
"What reason?" I asked.
"Society has always been male dominated," said Miss P. "Thus men have sought to discourage women from having sex with animals because the men have feared the competition with animals. After all, there aren't many men who have penises which are comparable to the cocks on a horse or a mule."
"An interesting idea," I conceded.
"Yet many of the same men who would discourage women from committing bestial acts are boys who grew up on farms, boys who often had their first sexual experience with cows or sheep."
"If your point is that society is hypocritical about bestiality, Miss P., " I said to the tall attractive blond, "I'll have to agree with you. That's why this report is being made. I would hope that as a result many readers will take a more open view toward bestiality. After all, men can find it extremely erotic just to think about women having sex with animals."
"And is it perverse for those men to think so?" she asked me.
"Not at all," I said. "It's perfectly normal."
"Precisely," she said. Obviously she had done a great deal of study on this subject, not to mention the first hand research which she'd admitted to doing with animals of all species.
"What about you, Mise P.? " I said.
"You may call me Linda, doctor."
"Linda," I said. "How did you happen to first have sex with an animal? When and where was it and what gave you the idea?"
"It's a very unusual story, doctor," Linda P. said. She uncrossed her long tan legs and then crossed them again in the opposite direction.
"I was fourteen and I was forced to do it," she explained. "It sounds like a very sordid story, but it's not. It starts off on an unfortunate note, but it ends well."
"By all means, begin," I said. She did....
...The fact of the matter is very simple, doctor. I might as well be very blunt with the language as well as the facts. When I was fifteen years old my brother, Neil, forced me to fuck the family dog. Ever since then I've had a genuine love and respect for animals. When I meet a new male animal I feel just like many girls feel when they meet a new guy.
It all began when my older brother Neil came home from a date one night. He was four years older than I, eighteen when he forced me to fuck Otto, our German Shepherd.
It was on a Saturday night. I was sitting home watching television and Otto was sleeping on the floor nearby. My parents were both away for the weekend so frankly I was glad when I heard my brother coming home about midnight. I was sitting in the living room in just my nightie and my pair of underpanties when Neil came in. It didn't take me long to see that he had a load on. He was lurching as if he'd put on a good quart of booze.
I should say one thing about my body. Even though I was fourteen, my body was very nicely developed. My legs were long and nicely curved. My breasts were full and my ass had a splendid curve to it already. I'd heard all the stories about how tall girls give the best fucks. Well, it's true. And it's also true that as a tall girl I matured a lot faster than most other girls my age.
Otto looked up at my brother as Neil staggered in.
"How was your date?" I asked.
"Lousy!" he said as he flopped into a chair. Even though he was half drunk he was still coherent. He still knew what he was talking about and still knew what he was doing.
Otto rolled over on his back. I couldn't help noticing the dog's balls and how they hung comfortably to one side as the dog slept. While Otto slept his penis often erected. I always thought that was very cute. And frankly, I knew what penises were used for. They were for satisfying females. I had never had a penis inside me, but I didn't have my hymen either. I lost it during a fall I took during a vigorous game of basketball at the girls' gym.
"Why lousy?" I asked.
"Because," he said slowly, "because she wouldn't put out."
Neil sure did have a load of booze on. Whenever he got soused he always started to talk very bluntly.
"I wanted to fuck her in the car," said Neil. "But she wouldn't do it. Even though I felt up her pussy and had it wetter than the Everglades swamp she still managed to keep her legs together."
"So?" I asked, intentionally trying to taunt him.
"So I'm sitting here with a cock that's aching to release," he said. "Look!"
And I turned my attention from the television long enough to look at him. My brother Neil pulled down his zipper and out sprang a huge dick. It was sticking up straight as a needle and seemed to be covered with blue veins.
"Neil! Put your dork away! That's not nice!" I wailed. My voice was so shrill that Otto looked up at Neil. The dog stared straight at my brother's prong.
"I'm not going to put it away," he said slowly getting up from that big armchair. "I'm going to show you the balls, too. Then I'm going to get you and Otto to do something I've been wanting to see for a long time."
My brother staggered toward me with his cock still hanging out. The sight of that big erect tool of his was beginning to scare me. Even worse, Otto's peter was on the rise now too. As Otto looked at Neil's erect prong, Otto's big pink instrument was getting hard, too.
"Neil! You're making poor Otto hard! Stop it!" I wailed again. And I started to climb to my feet. I was very confused by everything that was going on.
"He'll need to be hard for what he's going to do!" Neil ranted as he came right at me and grabbed me by the arm. I looked down at his cock and tried to slap it. But he caught my hand.
"Let me go, you cocksucker!" I screamed in my bitchiest "little sister" voice.
"Not a chance!" he said. "I didn't get fucked tonight, but you're going to. By Otto!"
The dog sprang to his feet at the mention of his name. His cock was hard and he seemed to sense the sexual potential of the situation. I knew that my young pussy was at the mercy of my brother and the dog. My parents were far away and couldn't protect me.
The idea of having to fuck my pet dog repulsed me, but I didn't have much more to say about it. Neil started to paw my boobs and run his hands down over my crotch and my buttocks. I could feel my pussy getting excited about all that handling, but I was still turned off by the prospect of having to screw that big dog. Then Neil put his hand right on the neck of my night gown and gave it a big hard tug. The nightie ripped in his hand and came off as he pulled it. All I had on now in front of my brother and that big dog was a pair of panties.
I clung to those panties the way a wolf would cling to a lamb chop. But my brother, cock still out and extended, was too strong for me. With one or two more good hard pulls he had my panties off me and was running his hand through the sacred little pubic bush that no man had ever before touched.
I'd played with myself down there plenty of times, but it was different when your drunken older brother plays with your little snatch. But what he did that really set the tone of things to come was to hold my hands behind my back and induce Otto to start sniffing at my pussy.
There I was, bare as the day I was born. Neil was holding my hands behind my back and Otto, that big furry friendly German Shepherd was sniffing my pussy as if it were a beefsteak or the vagina of a bitch in heat.
"It's time for you and your dog to get to know each other better, little sister," said Neil in a nasty tone of voice. And I wriggled and struggled again until I felt Otto's thick hot tongue take a big upwards slurp at my pussy.
The dog's tongue came right up the pussy lips and slurped quickly across my clitoris. The clitoris was newly a mysterious object of delight for me when I was fourteen years old. I knew how to jiggle it and turn myself on with it, but it was nothing short of sensational to know that I was nude and someone else was turning me on by touching me down there in such a private part.
But although I knew that the slurping tongue of the dog felt good, I also knew that something unusual was happening. So I continued to struggle. It was a struggle I quickly lost to my older and much stronger brother.
He pushed me down across a big leather footstool and he held the white cheeks of my bare buttocks right across the seat level of that stool. Then he spread my legs apart from the backside. I fully expected a few slaps on my bare ass. I got them. He spanked me with the flat of his hand and I got a strange sexual thrill when he did so. But then, when I least expected it, I felt something different from a palm moving between my legs, between the cheeks of my ass, and into my vagina.
It was Otto. That big friendly dog was pushing his long whiskered jaw and mouth into my slot. He was attracted by the scent down there, I guess. In any event, that big long tongue of his continued to tease and torment me by licking lengthwise up and down the now wet folds of my vagina.
"No, Otto," I begged the dog. "No! Please! It just feels too good!"
He continued to lick and I started to stop resisting. Nothing that felt this good could be all that bad. After all, I loved that dog, Otto. My big friendly German Shepherd would never do anything to hurt me, especially down there around my delicate young womanhood.
He licked furiously now and Neil released my hands as the dog went about his business back there. His long hot tongue was all over my cunt from the backside. Every time he licked me down there, his tongue slipped just a little farther into my sanctum. I kept moaning and moaning. Then, with the hands that my brother had freed, I just leaned forward across that leather footstool, assumed a comfortable position, and let the dog do whatever he wanted.
'There," my brother said, stifling a drunken belch. "You see? Once a girl starts with a dog she absolutely can't stop."
I guess my brother was right. Otto stood behind me on his four legs and with his tail swishing back and forth. He was licking my poor pussy furiously from the backside, bringing my young body quickly up toward the plateau of orgasm. Then suddenly he withheld his tongue. My pussy was empty again.
"Hey!" I complained. "How come he stopped?"
"You'll see!" said my brother. And Neil gave me a rude push which sent me sprawling off that footstool. I landed on all fours, as if I were crawling on the floor.
"Please, Otto," I moaned, looking back over my bare shoulder and wriggling my naked buttocks for him. "Lick me more! You got to! You got to!"
That big German Shepherd came right toward me again from the backside. But the foreplay was over as far as he was concerned. The dog headed right toward my buttocks and mounted me cleanly from the rear.
His big long forepaws wrapped themselves around my hips and he started pushing his furry loins against the bare skin of my white fleshy ass. Then, as he tightened the grip of those forepaws around me, I could feel his long pink penis pushing between the cheeks of my ass.
Instinct told me what to do. I had this warm burning desire down in my vagina. I had to have something in there. And if it was a furry German Shepherd's penis that was to go into my slot, so what? I loved Otto very much. To me, he was a dog among dogs. If Otto and I got intimate and I let him fuck me while my brother stood there with his pants fully down to his knees, it was merely because I was giving in to something I'd probably eventually do, anyway.
I wriggled my buttocks in a slow motion now, slow so that Otto could get that big sausage of his comfortably into me. Otto's furry loins pushed and my ass spread apart. Then I felt his big stick slipping up through the lips of my vagina.
"Hot shit!" I squealed. "I'm penetrated!"
"Damn right!" muttered Neil. Neil was sitting on the sofa with his pants down around his ankle. He had taken off one of his socks and was using it to beat his meat.
But Neil was no more a concern of mine. Sure, he had instigated this whole screw job with the dog. But now it was giving me too much pleasure for me to be sorry about it.
As Otto pushed his soft furry underbelly toward and away from me, his long penis slickly glided forward and back in my sloppy wet vagina. The penis was rubbing into some wonderful places in my pussy, way down deep where my fingers had never been able to reach. The more the dog pumped, the more my pussy started to build toward a tremendous explosion. That dog's penis was the solution I'd always wanted down there. Penis was what I'd always wanted but never gotten when I sat in my lonely room jiggling my clit.
The dog started to hump his ass back and forth harder than ever now. His forepaws were wrapped so tightly around me that one of the paws had come all the way around me and was practically pressing against my clit. But the real job was being done by his cock.
The big stick that dog was hung with was opening me up beautifully and making me start to orgasm all over him. My breasts were swinging wildly underneath me as I lay forward and supported myself with my hands. I could feel his hairy balls pressing against me from the backside, too. His prong was deep into me and so rigid that I felt that if I wriggled I'd probably snap it in half.
Then it happened! Right while I was in the middle of a nice solid orgasm I felt the dog's penis start to wriggle and contract in sudden spurts inside of me. I throbbed my pussy back and forth on it. It felt good. I wanted to give that cock the maximum ride possible.
But then I felt a warm puddle gathering down inside my vagina, right down at the tip of his prick.
"Seeds," I moaned. "He's shooting his seeds inside of me!"
And he sure was. The more his penis wriggled, spasmed and contracted back and forth, the more I felt that warm feeling of fluid down there inside of me. I wriggled my ass and contracted my young pussy muscles as best I could. I wanted to get every drop of doggie seed out of his penis. I didn't want to leave a single drop bottled up in his long throbbing prick....
...Linda P. uncrossed her long legs and lit a cigarette at that point in her story.
"And that's how it happened," she said to me. "That's how I first made love with an animal."
"Even though you were forced you started to enjoy it, didn't you?" I asked. Linda puffed on her cigarette and looked me in the eye as we spoke. She was still seated in that chair across from me in my office.
"Of course," she said. "This is what I was talking about before. Fucking with an animal you love is a pleasurable experience. Even though my brother forced me to start doing it I got carried away when I felt how good Otto made my genital region feel. Getting licked and then fucked by a large loving dog is very exciting, doctor, very exciting."
"What happened with your brother?" I asked, curious about Neil's eventual involvement with this affair.
"I played a little trick on him," Linda P. said.
"I just wanted him to know that if he wanted to get fresh I could fight him back very nicely. While I was being orgasmed by that big dog, Neil was ejaculating himself into that sock. Well, he was so drunk that after he came he passed out with that scummy sock still attached to his cock. To get even with him I just let him lie there until my parents came home the next day. When my mother came in the front door there was her son sitting passed out with a scummy sock hanging from his limp rod. He had to confess that he'd beaten his meat in the living room, but he didn't reveal what he beat it over."
"Did your relationship with the dog continue?" I then asked.
"It did," Linda P. answered. "Otto the German Shepherd was my first true physical love. It was a very deep and emotional attachment which continued until Otto was tragically hit by a car two years later."
"Then did you turn to another animal?" I asked.
"I did take other dogs as lovers," Linda replied, "but other girls were beginning to screw with their boy friends by age sixteen. I wanted to sample some human penis, too, so I made love with several boys and several dogs."
"And I assume that's when you became an open advocate of bestial sex," I then said.
"That's right. In high school I openly told girls that dogs and other beasts could do wonderful sexy things for them. Several girls took my advice. They were sick of being talked about in the locker rooms at school."
"And from high school you came to the campus here," I said. "And this is where you continued to openly advocate love between women and animals."
'That's right," Linda P. said. "But again I must stress that my love for animals in no way affects my love for several of the guys I sleep with."
"I understand that," I said.
"So I had no hesitation about performing in Dr. Dillon's sex education class. I was proud to make it with a ram in front of all those people. Just as long as the state legislature doesn't find out what was going on they'll never be the slightest bit of trouble."
Glancing at my watch I then realized that our session was almost over. I suggested, however, that Linda P. return that same afternoon after lunch to discuss exactly what happened to her in Dr. Dillon's class.
"I'd be glad to," she said. "In many ways, that ram was among the best I've ever had. And the experience of being watched by all my friends and classmates...oh, doctor, it just made me so proud to make it in front of all of them. It was a great educational experience for all of us."
"I'm sure," I said.
We then broke for lunch.
Miss Linda P. returned to my offices ten minutes late for her afternoon appointment. She again assumed her position in an armchair near the desk in my inner office. She again made herself comfortable in that chair by crossing her long legs and lighting a cigarette.
During lunch I had pondered Linda's involvement with animals. She was different from many of the other girls I'd interviewed in one important way.
Linda had already established a relationship emotions with that dog when the German Shepherd made love to her. Thus when the dog made love to her it was not an exciting sex object which she'd found (which most girls find in their first bestial experience) but rather she was having love made to her by an old "friend".
Thus Linda was able to have a deep physical and emotional relationship with that animal. Often the emotional part of a bestial relationship is missing. Because it was not missing in Linda's case, she felt (correctly, I think) that she was having a full relationship. Because of her success in having a full relationship with an animal, she felt other girls should be able to have the same. Thus she became an unabashed and outspoken advocate of bestial love, just as-on a national level-many prominent lesbian women have moved into the vanguard of the women's liberation movement.
"Again, Linda," I said to her as we began our second session. "Our time is regrettably short in view of all the women who wish to speak to me about their bestial relationships. Thus I'd like to begin immediately by hearing what transpired between you and an animal-in Dr. Dillon's sexual education class."
"Very well," she said. She then began....
...I had heard stories about the doctor's classes. I knew that he selected two volunteers from the class to demonstrate cunnilingus and fellatio. He also had a few spankers and then spent several weeks demonstrating the proper techniques of heterosexual screwing. But at the end of the term, due to the persistent questions of so many women in the class, he spent a few classes on bestiality.
One guy in the class showed how to screw a nanny goat. Then a couple of girls made it with assorted pets that they owned. But I volunteered to come into the class and screw any animal that he wished to bring in.
I remember the class very well. Dr. Dillon was on a stage in front of a blackboard and behind a podium. Near him on the stage was a mattress. I was seated in the first row of the classroom. After the class had been going for ten minutes or so I was called up on the stage.
Most of the kids in the class knew who I was. Most of my friends were there and they all know how I felt about animals.
"What kind of animal do you have for me?" I asked excitedly after I'd been officially introduced to the class.
"You'll see," smiled Dr. Dillon. And he signaled to a pair of graduate students who were his assistants. The grad students opened a door and went outside. Quickly they then reappeared with a big ram with huge long curled horns.
The class gasped and then broke into a friendly and good natured round of applause when that ram was led in. As for me, I felt that peculiar urge down in my pussy when the ram came into the classroom on a leash and bleating loudly.
"You don't have to have him tied up," I said when the applause died down. "There's not a male on the campus I can't handle."
More applause when I said that. But then I got down to the serious business of undressing when the ram was led up to the stage and allowed to stand on that large mattress.
"To my knowledge," remarked Dr. Dillon wryly, "this ram hasn't had sex with a human female before." He paused and then added, "but I'd have no way of knowing."
He glanced at many of the young coeds in the class, their skirts practically up past their crotches, and they tittered with excited and knowing laughter at his remark. It was believed around some sections of the campus that there probably wasn't a male animal within fifty miles that some girls hadn't gotten to.
In any event, I started to strip. Off came my shirt and I saw many of the guys in the class eyeing my bare breasts fondly. I even noticed two or three guys whom I'd screwed with. But I was concentrating more on my ram than on my audience.
I took down my little miniskirt and people eyed my long slim legs and the little triangle of hair that was visible beneath my silk panties. But then I pulled down my panties and held them in my hand as the ram sniffed them. It was a trick I'd picked up since any male animal sniffing your panties will inevitably get turned on.
The ram took a few good whiffs of my panties and then turned his attention to my pubic hair. He took a few more sniffs on my bush and then we were well under way.
"Notice how the animal is immediately attracted to her, class," Dr. Dillon said as he assumed a seat in the front row. "The feminine scent from her genital region will arouse a male animal of almost any species."
How true that was!
The ram was nuzzling me hard in the pussy now and my nipples were starting to harden with the excitement. I could feel the ram's hot breath all over my crotch. His tongue was starting to flick outward now and was running all across my big hairy bush.
"Those of you in the front few rows," Dr. Dillon then said, "will notice between the animal's legs. He's already getting hard."
I was aware that many of the kids started to lean forward and squint, trying to get a peak of the animal's big prong. I didn't need to look, however, I knew that if he were that interested in my pussy already he had to be hard down below.
He was nuzzling at my pussy so insistently now that he actually pushed me over. There were a few freshman girls in the class that had never seen anything like this before. They were gasping each time the ram did anything sudden to me. They sure let out a few good hard gasps when I plopped back over on my ass.
"She's all right, Dr. Dillon," told the gasping class. "That's the way it normally happens with a ram. An excited ram is a pretty strong animal."
I landed on my ass with my legs open a bit. The ram's long slurping tongue quickly followed my pussy and lapped downward to it as I reclined on the mattress. His tongue was managing to slip into the top of my vagina, just enough to lap right across my sensitive clitoris.
I leaned backward and reclined fully, opening my legs wide and hunching them up a bit so that the ram could really get his tongue down there where he and I both wanted it.
The same innocent young freshman girls gasped again when they saw me so willingly lie back and open up for that big horned animal. The ram was a dirty white with a black face with black piercing eyes and yellowish horns which curved back in a circular crown above his head. I found him very sexy, especially when he had his tongue in my snatch.
"Watch closely, class," Dr. Dillon then said. "Linda will now have to make the all important 'transfer'. She will have to get him to put his penis into her vagina instead of his tongue. This part is critical, but if it's achieved lucky Linda will be virtually guaranteed a few orgasms."
Dr. Dillon was right. Getting the penis in is the most important part. Some animals who aren't used to fucking women get scared and run away when you start going for their balls. I would have been the laughing stock of this campus if that big ram had broken and run when I went for his prong.
So I had to work carefully on him. I opened my legs into a wide arc as he continued to slurp that long reddish pink tongue of his up and down my soaking wet vaginal lips. I slowly moved my foot across his underbelly and moved my toes gently through his woolly coat.
"Watch her foot, class," Dr. Dillon said. "If she accidentally kicks his cubes it's all over."
Everyone watched in either suspense or erotic excitement or both. I moved my toes inch by inch across his underbelly and at one point he even gave a little jump. But he kept licking. I moved my big toe directly across the shaft of his long hard penis.
He was fully erect. He was surprised to feel my toe down there, but as soon as he was aware that it was down there, I started to stroke my toe slowly up and down his long blade. He liked it. He didn't bolt and run.
"She's got him!" Dr. Dillon said in a low but enthusiastic voice. "She'll get laid for sure now!"
There were a few isolated claps of applause until Dr. Dillon shushed the class. He himself then remained silent for the rest mf the time as I moved the beast and myself to orgasm.
I kept rubbing up and down on the ram's spike until I felt that it's veins were bulging and the animal was paying more attention to his own rod than to my pussy. Then, amid still a few more isolated gasps from the classroom, I started to move my body downward on the mattress.
I slid slowly underneath the ram. When my pussy was too far down for him to lick, I tickled him under the ear. He responded like a big cat, just standing still for that little show of affection. Meanwhile I moved down quickly until my breasts were right beneath his mouth and my pussy was beneath his long bulging rod.
I peeked down at his rod for the first time. Unlike the rods of most animals, his was a brilliant and fiery deep pink, almost a solid red. Colors didn't really matter much, except as a point of passing interest. A ram penis is a pretty good hunk of meat no matter what color it is.
Then as I slowly started to hunch up my ass and spread my legs for his insertion, I held each palm under one breast, offering up those two big knockers of mine to him as sort of the final appetizer of foreplay.
The ram had genuine technique with those big smelly black lips of his. He sucked one breast and then the other. He was careful not to bite. He merely milked each boob with long inhaling sucks until each nipple was brought up to firm big crests. Then I brought up my bush toward his cock and I caught him completely by surprise.
He was still concentrating on my boobs when I brought my wet hungry slot upwards and caught that long reddish prong between my pussy lips.
As soon as the head of the dick was caught between my vaginal lips I wrapped my legs around his woolly thighs and started to pull that cock all the way into me.
"Beautiful," I heard Dr. Dillon mutter to himself as he hunched up in his chair and watched the interaction between the ram's cock and my pussy. "Just beautiful!"
The ram started to move his dick back and forth in me. Some of the girls watching me were squealing with delight. Other guys in the class were thoroughly excited, excited enough to have huge bulges beneath their flies. But the friction of that hot moving cock between my legs was too wonderful for me to concentrate on anything but that. I moved my arms up around the ram and wrapped them as tightly around him as I'd already wrapped my legs. Then I pronged myself on his long spike for several beautiful minutes. I was moaning and sighing and groaning with ecstasy the whole time. Finally I felt the ram's rod stiffen up to ejaculate.
"Now!" I bellowed suddenly as I slammed my pussy upwards on his big lurching penis. "Now! Now! Now! Now!"
There were titters of laughter in the classroom as well as a few claps of applause. But I hardly heard any of it. My pussy was spasming madly as the ram's big cock unloaded into me. I sloshed my pussy madly up on his cock and got off some of the best orgasms of my life as I felt his seeds erupt from his cock and squirt down into me....
...Linda P. snuffed out her cigarette in an ashtray beside her chair. Then, having concluded her story, she looked up at me.
"I was very proud to take part in that class," Linda P. said. "It really turned on a lot of girls to bestiality. I guess I could say that my missionary work had won a lot of converts."
"What about negative reaction from friends?" I asked. "Was there any?"
"None at all," said Miss P. "Several girls and a few guys came up to me after the class while I was still lying naked on that mattress. They told me that I'd done a beautiful thing and that I'd struck a vital blow for freedom of expression. But I'll tell you, doctor, some of the guys just came up to that stage to look at my tits and some of the girls just wanted to get a good look at the ram's nuts. But I didn't mind. I don't have any hang-ups about people looking at my body."
"Obviously," I said.
Earlier in this book I remarked that Miss P.'s interview was possible the most shocking and the most important interview of the five contained here. My explanation is very simple.
I feel it is important in the progress of American sexuality that a woman can commit a bestial act before one hundred or more of her peers and suffer no adverse reaction to it. I feel that it's equally important that a major university such as this one would have its finger so well on the pulse of the average coed that bestial sex would be included in a sexual education course.
All relationships, as I noted earlier, have their proper degrees of success or failure. Many women who seek bestial relationships with assorted animals do it purely for the physical reasons. The physically satisfying aspects of a bestial relationship are not to be dismissed, of course, and they are usually the logical first step for a girl just learning to love animals.
But Linda P., as mentioned, had taken things a step further. She had loved animals emotionally and she was willing to tell her friends and show the world how she felt. Herein lies the importance of Miss P.'s interview. When an intelligent and attractive young women like Miss P. can go into a classroom, perform a bestial act, and then rave about her experience to any other student, then the time has come on American campuses when bestiality must be considered a normal and socially acceptable form of sex for young women. Certainly it is acceptable for Linda P. and most of her young girl friends.
What affect, however, does viewing Linda making love with a ram have on the uninitiated? This question recurred to me often enough to want to investigate.
Thus, as the fifth and final actual case history included here, I offer the stirring documentation of a freshman girl, Margie S., who never considered bestial sex until she actually saw Linda's performance in class.
What did Margie find when she rushed out after the class to ponder whether bestial sex was right for her? What animal, above all others, did she choose as a partner-if any?
Case History Five includes the surprising answers.
CASE HISTORY FIVE
"Of course I was gasping when I watched Linda making love with that ram," said Miss Margie S. as she lay back on my interviewing couch to discuss the bestial habits she'd recently acquired. "I'd never seen anything like that before."
"What about the previous classes that Dr. Dillon had held?" I asked Margie. "Weren't there a few bestial demonstrations in those classes?"
'There were, doctor," she said, "but.. . "
"But what?" I pressed.
"But bestiality seemed a dirty perverted and repulsive thing to me. I didn't even want to watch it. So I skipped the class."
"How do you feel about it now?" I asked. "Is it still dirty, perverted and repulsive?"
"Not now, doctor," she giggled. "Now I think it's the most beautiful act in the world."
"You seem to have changed your mind," I noted wryly. Miss S. smiled.
"I have," she said honestly. "I changed it when
I saw how happy and physically contented that ram made Linda. Doctor, I'd started with animals within twenty-four hours after that class. And within forty-eight, hours, I'd ditched both my boy friends. To take their place, I had a real lover. A big well-hung--"
"Whoa," I said calmly, trying to halt Miss S.'s youthful enthusiasm. "We're jumping ahead. There's one detail that's missing."
"You said that you had skipped the other bestiality sessions of Dr. Dillion's class. Why didn't you skip this one, too? Maybe you were a bit more interested than you admit."
"No, doctor, I wasn't. I didn't know what was going to be the subject of that class when I went to it. I thought that we were finished with bestiality and were ready to move on to leather cults. But I was wrong. When I found out it was going to be Linda and an animal I was sitting too far from the door to get away."
"What about your girl friends? Did they go to the initial classes?"
"They did," she admitted.
"What had their reactions been?"
'They liked what they saw. A lot of them went out and picked up stray dogs. But I still couldn't get heavily into the animal scene. It was just too...too perverse."
Miss S. was a very pretty young girl of eighteen from an affluent suburban town in the state where the university was. She was petite and very pretty. She explained that she was not a virgin by the time she came to college ("Who is?" she asked) and she said that she'd had extensive sexual relations in high school with close to two dozen boys.
She was a first year student at the college when she attended Dr. Dillon's class and saw Linda with the ram. She said her favorite sexual acts, aside from the actual insertion of a penis into her, was fellatio. "I just love to have cock in my mouth," she said. And even though Miss S. had phased out boy friends as a result of Linda's turning her on to bestiality, Margie still did enjoy performing fellatio on an occasional guy she liked. "Generally," she explained, "I'll suck them off and I'll let them come in my mouth. I'll also let them lie back and I'll rub my breasts around their penises till they come. But I won't let them fuck my pussy unless I'm very horny."
"What I'd like to hear about," I then said to Miss S., "is exactly what you did after that lecture. Watching Linda perform with a ram obviously had a profound effect on you. I'd like to hear exactly what happened."
Miss S. cleared her throat and began....
...Well, doctor, I was one of those girls who was gasping and sighing all the time that Linda was performing up on that stage with that ram. I couldn't believe at first how such a pretty tall blond girl could let herself get screwed by that big husky ram. I mean, doctor, that wasn't a human penis that the ram was defiling her with. It didn't even look like a human penis. It was long and hard, all right, but it was red and slim. It wasn't like the big fat fleshy dorks that I'd learned how to get shafted with in high school.
But then I saw Linda all naked up there when the ram was being led in. I was sitting in the second row and I could see her nipples getting hard at the sight of that animal.
When the ram licked her pussy I could see what a big firm tongue he had. I started to gasp at that, but the more I watched that big tongue the more I found myself wishing that one of my boy friends had a big long tongue like that. I have one boy friend-or I mean I used to have him-who can touch halfway up his nose with his tongue. That's what I call sex appeal. And that's what I call a tongue. Imagine how good a tongue like that feels when it's pressed into your vagina.
But as I watched Linda go down to the mattress and willingly open up her legs for that big curly-horned ram, I could see that his tongue was pushing farther into her than a lot of penises had pushed into me. That's when I first started to get interested. Then I watched her whole technique of turning that animal on with her toes and tickling him beneath the ear to keep him interested while she moved her pussy down below his cock.
But when she finally moved down below him and let him violate her body with that long noodle of his and when she started gasping in the pure ecstasy of the act, that's when I really started to get interested in this whole bestiality scene.
I watched her climax herself on the ram's prick. And I went up to that stage afterwards to look at her and look at the ram. I saw that his penis was very long compared to human standards. And I saw that Linda, completely out of breath, had a gaping pussy that had had so much come shot into it that it was overflowing and starting to ooze its juice out onto the mattress.
That was enough for this girl. I went back to the dormitory that night where I had my single room. The girl across the hall had a pet hamster. When I discovered that the girl had gone off to the library for the night to study, I decided that I'd borrow her hamster for a few minutes. I just wanted to get the feel of that little male hamster's fur.
The size of the hamster was out of the question. Obviously I'd never be able to screw with an animal who was only as long as the ram's big sexual organ. I had to get my kicks some other way with the hamster. So I took off all my clothes, sat down on the bed with the hamster, and lay back to relax.
I held the little hamster by the scruff of the neck. Then I dropped him down right between my two big bare tits.
The little fellow landed between those two big mounds of mine. He sniffed at each one and moved slightly toward the left boob. I held the two breasts up by cupping my hands under both of-them. That made them look all the bigger to my furry little fellow. He sniffed at the right boob and then crawled up right on the top of it, gliding that nubile little rodent body of his right up across the bare nipple.
I could feel my pussy getting excited as the hamster crawled around on my bare tummy. He ground his little mouse-like feet into me and scampered all around my flesh. His little furry underbelly dragged between his four legs as he walked. And his little snorting nose and his twitching little whiskers tickled and teased me with every little step he took.
I was a smart enough girl to know that I was becoming sexually aroused. I could feel my vaginal walls opening up with moisture. I reached down onto my clit and started to rub it as the little fellow climbed up and down one boob and then scampered up the other. He stood there right on my nipple for several seconds, staring me in the face while I rubbed my clit with a longing circular motion.
Actually, I didn't rub directly onto my clitoris. I rubbed all around it, instead. I rubbed with a motion that darted all around the clit and thoroughly teased it while never fully touching it. Considering that the little hamster was sitting on my nipple the whole time, I guess you could understand why I was getting so turned on.
The trouble was that I had this tremendously urgent feeling of desire building down inside my pussy. It was a feeling that was being aroused more and more by that hamster and by rubbing my clit. It was being aroused, but not satisfied.
"I wish you were an ape," I moaned to that big rodent as he sat on my tit. He raced down from my nipple and scampered across my soft belly until he came to my bush. Then he sniffed at my pubic hair. He nestled his little face into the top of my pubes and all I could see was his little brown and white rear section as he nibbled at my pubic hair.
He was watching my finger go round and around in that circular pattern around my clit. He was transfixed with the sight of my huge pussy and he carefully looked down into it. His attention was understandable. Imagine how a man would feel if he came in contact with a gigantic pussy which was every bit as big as his whole body was. He'd probably be tempted to crawl right into it.
Crawl right into it! Obviously the little hamster and I thought of it at exactly the same time. I found the idea of that little beast crawling into my vagina just too erotic to even think about. Imagine if he went in there and started to wriggle his feet or lick way down deep inside me. What if he got lost in there and would only come out for air every few minutes? It was too much for me to think about. So I reached down to grab him before he got any wise ideas.
Unfortunately, he already had all the ideas that he needed. He jumped down between my legs as I continued to jiggle and excite my clit. He poked his little head between the wet outer lips of my pussy and he started to wriggle his little body into me. My pussy was so wet and wide that it opened up immediately when he started into it. My vagina had become accustomed to responding immediately to anything that tried to get in. So when the hamster stuck his fresh little whiskered face into me it was perfectly understandable that the vaginal lips opened wide for him and let him crawl in about three full inches.
I didn't know how to get him out. He had penetrated my vagina with his furry little body. He was thicker than a penis and twice as sensual. Can you imagine getting fucked with a mink-covered penis? That's what he felt like in there. That's exactly what he felt like except his little tongue was licking juice off the walls of my vagina and his delicate little feet were tickling me down in my most sensitive and most private parts. That poor hamster then got a first hand view of the female orgasm. My pussy started to thrust right in his little whiskered face.
I managed to get off a sharp but short orgasm while the hamster's front was in me. But I felt him scoot backwards and out of me as soon as he felt my pussy walls starting to contract and throb around him.
He scooted out and left my poor pussy empty just when it most needed something live and moving in it. I let him dart upwards across my chest and stand on my left tit again while I pressed one finger to my clit. Then I poked my thumb down into my vagina and started to twist it all around.
I orgasmed myself nicely by twisting and twirling that thumb inside me. I pretended that I, like Linda had a nice big ram on top of me who was pushing and shoving his hard red cock into me. I worked myself over nicely with my thumb for several minutes. I orgasmed for almost the whole time. But when I withdrew my thumb and moved my other hand from my clit, I was still horny. I still was yearning for satisfaction down there. The bestial image had created a pretty strong urge down in this girl's pussy. It was a strong urge that wasn't easily satisfied.
When I felt my clit still yearning for more stimulation, I was tempted to hold that hamster there until he figured out that I wanted his sharp little tongue to lap gently across the head of my clit. But I was afraid that if I held his little pointed face down there he might get really fresh and chomp his razor sharp fangs into my tender clit. So I compromised. I grabbed his wet body, held him in my hand in a way that he faced away from me, and started to rub his furry little backside directly across the open gaping lips of my vagina.
I orgasmed almost immediately, feeling his fur lashing right across my clit. The big pink head of my clit swelled up to a massive erection as I rubbed his furry back across it. But the touch of that fur against my clit was like the touch of a match to a pint of kerosene. My pussy was exploding with orgasms. I throbbed that little beast up and down on my pussy and brought myself to several long wonderful seconds of orgasm. But by the time I finally dropped that hamster and let him scamper across the floor, I knew that my pussy was going to need something bigger that night. It needed cock.
I dressed myself and went back to that room across the hall. I dropped the wet hamster back into his cage and he seemed to wink at me as I walked away from him. "Why couldn't you be bigger?" I grumbled at him as I left.
Bigger. That's what I needed, I thought to myself as I walked out of that dormitory and headed for one of my boy friends' fraternity house.
I approached the house by coming up a big stone walk. I was ready to let my boy friend Jed let me get fucked by the whole houseload of guys. That's how horny I was. Rubbing that hamster across my clit hadn't satisfied me. The bestial urge had created something that only cock could satisfy.
I was all set to let anybody who could get one up have a shot at my pussy. But then as I walked to within ten feet of the front of that frat house I stopped dead in my tracks.
There was something on the front porch. And as soon as I saw it I knew the evening was saved. My boy friend's fraternity house had a pet. The pet was a big potent Dalmatian, a real top dog. He was a big husky male who had inseminated several of the female dogs on campus. He was a champion cocksman of the campus canine world. He was also about to become a cocksman of the coed world.
The dog's name was Floyd. He recognized me. I called to him and led him into a side alley just beside the fraternity house.
"Margie has come to her favorite doggie with a special problem," I cooed to that frisky big black and white spotted pooch.
"I need--" I began to say. But he already knew what I needed. He was sniffing at the crotch of my short little cut off jeans. He could either smell my vagina or the scent that the hamster had left. Or both.
"Yes, boy." I moaned to him as he sniffed my crotch. "That's exactly what I need...and that's exactly where I need it."
I opened up my blouse for him and showed my bare tits. I'd felt in such a hurry that I hadn't bothered with a bra, even though the shirt I Wore was so sheer that my nipples readily protruded through the cloth.
He paid no attention at all to my big bare knockers. Instead he continued to push his snout hard into my crotch. He was pushing so hard now that he was vibrating my clit. He was also making my jeans ride up on me and tuck directly into my pussy. I was getting so turned on again that I absolutely had to take those little cut-off jeans off. Even when he was rubbing against my legs, the feel of his fur was making my poor snatch juice.
I unbuckled my belt and pulled down my fly. Then I slid those skimpy little shorts down and off me. The Dalmatian was so excited that he nearly bit through my panties trying to get to my snatch.
"Not yet, doggie," I moaned to him. "Almost, but not yet!"
I pulled those silk panties down and felt how wet they were at the crotch. It just showed how desperately I needed to have some animal cock stuffed into me. As soon as the panties were all the way down to my ankles I stepped out of them. And the dog nuzzled me so hard that he backed my bare ass right up against the side of that fraternity house.
I had watched Linda carefully in class and I was determined to do things exactly the way she had done them. The first thing I did as the Dalmatian continued to press his paws against me and nuzzle my pussy was to bring one of my bare feet up against his balls.
I rubbed his balls carefully with that bare foot of mine. I brought my large toe against his penis and moved the toe up and back. I had handled enough human penises to know how a girl had to be careful. I felt the big swollen dick with my toe and I estimated that it had to run about six inches. It was certainly long enough to bring happiness and contentment to this poor girl's aching pussy.
I slowly moved myself down to the ground. I moved to a grassy spot just in the shadow of that fraternity house. I was so close to the house that I could hear music and laughter from inside. But I hardly paid any attention to the goings on inside that house. I had even forgotten about my boyfriend who lived there. I was more concerned with the canine mascot who lived at that house. I lay back on that nice grassy mound in the alley and I opened my legs wide, just like Linda had opened them that same day in Dr. Dillon's class.
My cunt was gaping open when I spread those short shapely little legs of mine. The dog sounded like he was lapping up a dish of water. He was slurping that noisily at my poor pussy.
Then I moved my foot down to his balls again and just as Linda had stroked the ram's tool earlier that day, I stroked the dog's big long member. Somehow making it with a dog seemed more "right" than making it with a ram I'd never seen before. After all, I had seen this dog before and for that matter that dog Floyd had been in my boyfriend's room one night when we spent the whole night screwing. So it wasn't as if the dog and I were strangers. Even the hamster had been something of an old friend.
The dog's prick was getting longer and longer now that I was rubbing it. I knew it was time to go for the penetration so once again I borrowed Linda's trick. I offered up my big wobbling boobs for the dog to play with. He accepted them. As soon as he saw those jugs of mine wobbling around he moved right up toward them and slurped that big warm tongue of his right across them.
"Yes, boy," I begged, "the knockers. Lick the knockers while I sneak my pussy up around your cock."
He stood there perfectly and licked my boobs while I positioned my spread-apart legs right beneath his cock. Then I folded up my legs and wrapped them around him. At first he was scared and resisted. So I rubbed him beneath the ear and kissed him on the lips. Then my crack caught his cock perfectly and started to take it in.
The dog yelped. He was surprised and surely didn't understand what was happening to his penis.
"Shhhh," I hissed to him, trying to shut him up. The last thing I wanted him to start doing was making noise that would attract the guys in that house. So I tried to hush him again. And I started to slide my wet pussy comfortably up and back on that long hard shaft of his.
As soon as my pussy started to slide briskly back and forth on his rod, he hushed. Not only did he hush, but he got into the full spirit of things. He started to slide his dick back and forth in me as hard as he could. He was jamming his furry loins into me with sharp thrusts forward which constantly repeated themselves and brought my poor battered vagina up closer and closer to the heavenly plateau of orgasm.
"Yes, Floyd, yes!" I yelped in hushed tones to that Dalmatian. "Drive it in, boy, drive it in!"
He did. As I wrapped my arms around that husky canine and pumped back and forth while he thrust into me, I started to blast off with the full intense orgasms that I'd tried to have with the hamster. I kept throbbing that pussy of mine up and down on his prong for several long fantastic minutes. I orgasmed until my pussy was so flooded with moisture that I didn't think I could hold another drop. And just at that point that husky potent dog started to ejaculate.
I felt his doggie dick wriggle, spasm and then shoot. I felt it contract and thrust forward again as it kept spurting off. I had a marvelous long orgasm myself as I felt his cock empty into me with fifteen or sixteen hard hot thrusts. All the semen dripped way down into me. And when I finally let his cock release from the vice-like grip I had on it
'th my contracted pussy walls, I gave it a final roll of my vaginal muscles to make sure that I had everything from that dog that he had to give me....
. . . .Miss S. concluded at that point. She seemed very excited about the incident, even though it had happened several weeks previously.
"It was like being born again," she said. "In a sexual sense, I mean. You know what it was really like? It was like being a virgin again and enjoying your first good hard lay."
"What about your orgasms, Miss S.? " I asked the young woman. "Were they as intense with the dog as they'd been with the hamster or with your boyfriends?"
"Better," she said. "Much better. I've been screwing with a Jot of different animals since that night. Animals give me a different kind of orgasm. The thrusts way down there in my pussy go much deeper. They seem to tear right through me and satisfy me much better. Ever since I saw all that un Linda was having with the ram, absolutely nothing will satisfy me with the same intense pleasure as the cock of a good big animal."
"How big an animal?" I asked curiously and F-handedly. My question was met with silence, then I looked to Miss S. and saw her giggling and brimming with a smile. "Did I ask something funny?" I asked.
"No," she said. "But you asked me somethin Linda could have told you a lot about."
"What's that?" I asked.
"The size of the animal," she said. "Linda didn't tell you that I came to see her a week after the class."
"She didn't mention your name, I informed Mil S. "But then since her testimony was being published I asked her to keep her story clear of an last names which would have to be omitted."
"Did she tell you how she turned me on to real big beast?"
"She merely mentioned," I said, "that seven younger girls came to her to ask where they could find large animals who'd be interested in sex wit human females. She didn't mention any specifics.'
"Maybe I should," she said. "What Linda said me to was almost as good as my first Dalmatian. Want to hear about it?"
"Of course," I said. "In our next meeting."
ii
When I adjourned my first interview with young Margie, I had to admit that my curiosity was whetted by her close association with Linda P., an association which was much closer than I'd first imagined.
Originally I thought that Miss S. simply was an impressionably young girl who'd been transfixed by the bestial experience she'd seen Linda engage in. Miss S. had been just so transfixed, of course, but I hadn't know that Miss S. was so involved with what Linda had done that she actually stopped Linda on campus days later and began a conversation with her.
"Linda's a very with-it girl," Miss S. said. "That's why I had to talk to her and tell you how much her demonstration had changed my life."
"Did she ask you how it had?" I asked Miss S.
"Oh, yes," replied Miss S. "I explained to Linda that I'd immediately experimented with a hamster and a dog and that in the time since then I'd seduced several animals and I'd dumped all my boyfriends."
"What did Linda say?" I asked.
"Linda told me not to dismiss men totally. She said that after the novelty wore off fucking with animals I'd probably want to screw with some men again. She says that a woman's pussy is big enough for man and beast, not at the same time but within minutes of each other."
"A very cute concept," I remarked.
Miss S. continued without even hearing me. "Then I asked Linda for advice. I told her that the dogs had been great but I had a yen for something bigger, maybe even something a little wild or unusual. Linda just smiled and told me she could help. She told me to go to one of the women's sororities and ask for Janie G--. She said Jan could lead me to Ebenezer. Who's Ebenezer?' I asked Linda. She just smiled and told me that if I really wanted a big bestial experience I wouldn't asked questions. I'd just go. So I did."
"Tell me what happened," I asked. Miss S. then told me this....
....I went to see this girl named Janie almost immediately. She was a plain looking girl with dark brown hair. She wore a college sweatshirt and a pair of white cut-off jeans when I came to see her. But when I told her that Linda had sent me and that I wanted to see Ebenezer, her face broke into a broad knowing smile.
"Animals, huh?" she asked me, taking my hands in hers.
"What?" I asked, surprised at her sudden sunny reaction.
"You're an animal freak?" she said. "Don't be embarrassed. Every girl in this sorority makes it with the big beasts."
I was still nervous. "Then you'll let me see Ebenezer?" I asked hopefully.
"See?" she asked sweetly. "You mean screw, don't you?"
"That depends what he is," I answered. "What is he?"
"He's big, that's what he is," said Jane. "Come. You'll see."
"What is he?" I asked. "A horse or an ape or a huge mastiff or a--"
"None of those dearie," she said, closing the door of the sorority house and pulling me by the hand. "You just come with me and you won't be disappointed."
Somehow Linda didn't seem like the sort who would have given me a ass steer about animals. So I let Janie lead me through that big old house. She led me through several rooms and then down a flight of back stairs until we went out the back door. There was a little patio in the back of the house. It was all enclosed by trees and no other house or building was within sight.
"Ebenezer is around the side of the house," said Janie. "Just between us, your pussy will never be the same after Ebenezer is through with you. Let's just hope one of the girls in the house isn't underneath him right now."
She giggled again and led me around the corner of the old house.
'There she is!" she exclaimed as we rounded the corner. "Ten years old and still as potent as grain alcohol!"
"A mule!" I exclaimed in delight. "Do I get to fuck a mule?"
"You sure do, sweeties," said Janie. "If Linda sent you."
"She sent me! She sent me!" I exclaimed. I could hardly wait to get my clothes off. I hadn't yet figured out how I'd get that big burro's prong in me without getting crushed, but I knew that the girls at the house must have figured a way. After all, Ebenezer was their house pet.
As I gazed at that big mule he noticed me and turned around to face me directly. He must have known that there was a new coed there to see him.
"He's not just any mule," said Janie. "He's one of the biggest we've ever seen."
"Biggest?" I asked hopefully.
"At the penis," she said. "Down there where it counts he's something of a freak. Would you believe fourteen inches?"
"Oh, Janie!" I squealed, my pussy walls almost starting to undulate in all the excitement. "Say it's not true!"
'There are at least a hundred girls on this campus that can say it is true," Janie intoned with a sly little smile. "Look!"
Janie and the rest of her sorority were prepared for girls like me who would tend to be disbelievers at first. They had a yardstick right there by a tree.
"We need a yardstick," said a girl who suddenly appeared behind me, "because an ordinary ruler just isn't big enough for a cock like that."
"Either is an ordinary girl," said a second girl who was suddenly nearby on the left. "Most girls feel like Ebenezer the mule is splitting them in; two when they first try him. But you'll see what we mean, honey."
There we were, the three other girls and myself. Janie took the yardstick over to Ebenezer. He gave out with an affectionate little bray when he saw Janie reaching underneath him with a yardstick. He was evidently used to having his penis be the center of attraction.
"How are you going to get it hard?" one of the two new girls asked, seeing that the mule wasn't hard enough to measure yet.
"Margie's going to do it for us," said Janie as we all peered beneath Ebenezer. His prick was still withdrawn from sight, hiding back in that heavy outer foreskin that all animals have.
"Me?" I asked.
"Just get under there and play with him," they told me. "He's no different from any other male. Play with his jewels and he erects."
I was just about to go under the mule and play with him when the girls stopped me.
"You're not dressed right for the occasion," one of them intoned.
"What do I have to wear?"
"Nothing," all three of them said in unison. "Nothing at all."
Then the three girls went to work on me, pawing at my clothing and pulling it off me. The first thing they got was my blouse. They pulled the buttons out of the buttonholes and pulled it off me. They unhooked my bra from behind and one of the girls gently rubbed her palms on my breasts from behind while Janie unzipped my shorts and unbuckled my belt.
Down came my shorts and soon after my little cotton panties were gone, too. I could have undressed myself, of course, but I had to admit that it was fun to have the three girls do it for me. I hadn't gotten such a nice bit of being felt up since I was drunk at a frat house orgy.
The girls were moving their hands all over my body. Around my firm buttocks, through my legs, through my pussy and across and on my tits and nipples. Oh, it was simply thrilling. Ebenezer was watching the whole thing. And as I looked down at him his big loaf was on the rise.
'There goes Old Faithful!" said Janie as she still held that hard stick in her hand and pointed at Ebenezer's cock with it. Go to it, Margie. Show us how you make a soft man hard!"
I scrambled away from all those hands and crawled naked underneath that big mule. His penis was something of a battleship gray with a pink tint to it. But it also was about the size of a battleship. And that's what interested me. Size!
I took the end of that long veined whang and pushed it into my mouth. I flicked the tip of my tongue across the big wet spout on the head of his penis. Then I took the whole head of his penis into my mouth. I had about four inches of him tightly packed into my mouth. I began to suck. Then I began to blow. Then I moved my lips up and down the shaft, taking as much of it into me as I possibly could, and swishing the underside of it with my slick wet tongue.
"Good girl," said Janie. "A lot of girls get squeamish at this point. But remember, he's just like any other male except his penis is bigger."
Bigger? That was like saying that the sun is like every other planet, except it's hotter. I couldn't believe how hard and fast and long this mule was erecting. Janie pushed the yardstick next to his cock to show me what I was up against just as soon as I had it hard.
"A big fat fourteen!" I muttered to myself in disbelief as I looked at the length of his cock measure two inches and a few fractions past a full foot.
"We think it's the biggest penis in the stage," giggled one of the girls.
"It sure feels that way when it's in," said the other.
"You're a lucky girl, Margie," Janie said. "I envy you getting Ebenezer for the first time. You'll never be the same again."
"Then cut all the gabbing and help me onto him," I begged. "How does a girl get him in."
"Tightly," giggled one of those other two girls.
I licked the mule's big swollen penis again and kept it up to its rigid state of hardness. Then Janie spoke again.
"Girls," Janie said as she tossed away her yardstick, "I think we should help our little freshman friend here get to know our mule better."
The other girls nodded. And the next thing I knew they were reaching under there for me.
"Hang on sweetie," said Janie. "This is going to be the ride of your life."
The girls reached right underneath Ebenezer. One girl took one leg and the other girl took the other. They started to open my legs wide, pulling on them as if they were pulling a wishbone apart.
Then, as Janie hoisted up my shoulder area they moved my legs upwards around the mule's big crotch. And the next thing I was aware of was that mule's big hard cock squirming around my pussy area.
"It's like a huge snake," I gasped as I felt that long hard thing moving around my poor little slot. I prayed that I was big enough and wet enough for Ebenezer to get his record breaking penis into me.
But the girls held me perfectly into position. As Janie held up my shoulders, I reached up around that mule's Upper belly and grabbed on as best I could. Then the two girls who held my legs positioned my slot so that I could feel the big head of Ebenezer's penis sticking right at the threshold to my womanhood.
"Push him in," I begged, not being able to stand the suspense much longer. "Skewered me with it!"
The girls pulled my legs back a bit more. I felt the long stiff head of that penis beginning to slide into me. Then I really felt it! The big bare penis that hung between that mule's legs was as wide as it was hard. I felt the big thick rod start to inch into me slowly and without stopping. The cock was so wide that my pussy lips were being pushed far apart. The mule was filling my vagina as it had never been filled before. I started to moan and the girls kept holding my legs and gently pulling on them so that I was able to work the mule into me.
"He's so thick!" I moaned as that long hard pole kept inching in. "So fucking big and thick and wide."
Four inches were in of that huge rod. Then five. Then six, seven, eight. I thought it would never stop. It just kept coming into me. I'm a small girl and I have a compact vagina. But by the time the mule was eight inches into me I heard Janie say something which really ripped me up.
"He's just over half way in," she said.
"Oh, no!" I squealed. "No! No! I'm going to come already!"
That penis kept moving into me and pressing all the way back into me. The mule's cock slid its front ten inches into me while my pussy undulated all around it. My vagina throbbed and I managed to pull my legs free from the girls. I wrapped the legs upward around the rump of the mule. And I started to stroke myself up and back on that mule's huge rod. I gave him the ride of my life, drawing almost three quarters of that awe-inspiring shaft into me at one. My bare tits were rubbing hard against the tough hide of the mule's underbelly. And as I glanced up to my left I saw that several girls on the second story of that house were looking down watching me impale my pussy on that fourteen inch mule penis. But I wasn't embarrassed or disgraced by their watching me. I knew it was nothing that they'd never done or seen several times before.
Hanging beneath that beast for several minutes, I think I permanently loosened up certain sections of my pussy which I don't think a penis had ever touched before. All I know for sure, however, is that when that mule came, it took every bit of strength that I had just to hang onto him. His erupting spasming penis felt like a jet engine trying to take off inside of me. I know that if I had let go, all the hot seeds squirting out of his rod would have shot me fifty feet across that side lawn.
I ground my vagina against his cock as he orgasmed and I felt the flood of his penis as he exploded within my snatch. The whole experience of having that power-packed mule orgasm inside your pussy is like having a warm hose turned on in there. It's a delight which defies description. It's the greatest thing that's happened to me since I went to the university....
...Miss S. concluded her story at that point. "I suppose," I said to her, "that judging by the standards of the day, those girls were very generous to let you share their mule."
"I'll tell you something about that bunch of girls," said Miss S. 'That whole sorority is an animal sorority."
"An animal sorority?" I asked.
'The girls in that house date guys," but they really save themselves for animals. They have big 'dances' on the weekends in that house which are just animal orgies. Girls bring their favorite beasts and they take turns screwing them."
"What about the mule?" I asked.
"The mule is 'house property', " said Miss S. "Any girl in the house or a friend of a girl who's a member can do what I did to the mule. The girls in the house use him for recreation or to relieve sexual tension. You know, like if you're hung up after an exam or something you can just go out and get screwed by the mule. Then, no matter how bad everything else is, the world is sunny, bright and beautifully orgasmic again."
"Thank you, Miss S., " I said. "That will be all."
I've saved Miss S.'s case until the end of this book for a reason. In light of all that has gone before in this book, I believe Miss S.'s case to be almost self-explanatory. Her case sums up the many reasons why young girls turn to animals on campus.
Miss S. was young, bright, pretty and anxious to experiment after getting away from home for the first time. She was strongly influenced by an older girl on campus. Despite the fact that originally she loathed the idea of bestial sex, as soon as she became familiar with it, she was enthusiastic about it-even to the point of dismissing her boy friends.
Thus Miss S. is typical of the "new woman" on campus. She is young and free and she'll have no part in the perpetuation of the old sexual taboos and standards. When it comes to bestiality-and it always does-I believe that Miss S. is in the vanguard of women's sexual future. She knows what she wants and, as I'll explain in my summation, she knows she will get it.
SUMMATION
It has been said by many social critics and observers of the passing American scene that what happens on America's campuses will eventually spread to every home and every bedroom in the nation. The only difference between the women on campuses and the women who are suburban housewives is that trend-wise the girls on campus are a few years ahead of their suburban sisters.
Whether or not this theory is correct, it cannot be disputed that the bestial trend on campus may soon lead to a sexual revolution in America's barnyards and bedrooms. As backing of this belief, I offer facts. The political revolution in America began on campuses and spread. The free speech movement began on campuses and spread. And the women's liberation movement began on campuses and likewise spread into the mainstream of American life.
Obviously, from what I observed at this leading and well known American college campus, there is another revolution in the wind right now. It is a revolution among young women and it is a revolution with strong bestial overtones.
Today's best educated and most attractive young women are dropping the old restraints and ignoring the old taboos. Like Miss Linda P. of Case History Four, these young women are proud to stand up and admit that they have sex with animals. "Yes, I screw with a monkey and I'm proud of it," one girl told me. "I feel like I was never fucked properly until I let a Doberman Pincher do-the trick," another girl said. And yet another young graduate student admitted that her recent divorce stemmed from one simple problem. "My husband was very narrow minded," she told me. "He couldn't accept the fact that his wife's extramarital lover was a horse. He said he would have been less troubled if I were carrying on with another man. How silly."
Silly, yes. But the fact remains that this intelligent young woman gave up her husband before she gave up her horse.
Being freer than any generation of young women in previous years, this generation of college girls is willing to experiment with animals just as their mothers probably experimented with their husbands just before marriage. Thus this entire generation wrnts the freedom to openly court and enjoy bestial lovers And what they want, they will get.
I cannot stress more adamantly that the women I interviewed were not a few misfits or malcontents or otherwise "undesirable" girls who might not have any male human admirers at college. Most of these girls were carrying on at least casual sexual relations with men at the time that they enjoyed animals. These are women whom any man would be proud to be seen with. And these women were most pleased in having sex with animals.
In short, bestial behavior has always been with us. It has existed on farms since the birth of our great and mighty nation. It has existed among suburban cults and in city "sex clubs".
But now bestiality is out of the closet of bigotry and ignorance. These proud young women are moving bestiality into the mainstream of American sexual behavior. Such a move into the mainstream is probably long overdue, but-judging by these attractive, intelligent, modern women-the move is probably just as inevitable.
End
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