Dog Swapping
[aka 'Animal Lovers']
by Thomas Sikes


INTRODUCTION 

"The following night, Tony returned with Blue, his huge and lovely German 
police dog. Immediately, Sharon and I took to Blue. I guess this was because 
he took so much to us. I couldn't believe that such an affectionate creature 
would be much use as a watchdog, but Tony assured us that Blue would be good 
protection against burglars and sex maniacs. Blue sniffed into every corner 
and closet, quickly and efficiently familiarizing himself with the entire 
apartment. He seemed to be very much at home. 

"Tony said he had to go and play in his combo at a late party. Smiling, he 
bid us all good-night and said he would probably see us next day. After Tony 
left, Sharon and Blue and I settled down on the living-room floor to watch 
the late movie. It wasn't long before Blue took over the show. 

"Sharon and I began to notice that Blue was nudging embarrassingly close to 
our crotches. At first we shrugged it off as his being just overly 
affectionate and we didn't think much about it. But, as the evening wore on, 
Blue became more and more demonstrative in his affections and tried to 
nuzzle right into my panties, sticking out his tongue, trying to lick into 
my pussy. Finally, I gave up and took my panties off and spread my legs out 
in a wide V shape. Sharon started giggling and squealing in delight as Blue 
quickly dived his nose into my nest and started lapping like crazy over my 
lips. 

"The next thing we noticed about Blue was his canine cock. Before, it had 
been well concealed in his furry skin-sheath. But now it began protruding 
and swelling into the most enormous dog penis I had ever seen. The slick 
shaft, pink and moist and quivering in a state of sexual excitement, jutted 
out fully seven long inches. Sharon and I gasped and gazed in amazement at 
it as it swung erotically back and forth under his sleek stomach. Then we 
noticed his balls. Blue had huge black balls swinging just behind his 
enticing cock. 

"Bouncing like big golf balls in a black leathery pouch, the dog's testicles 
seemed swollen with rich stores of dog come. Sharon was flat-out bug eyed at 
the sight and had to feel them to believe them. 'They're real!' she 
squealed, as she cupped them in her fingers and squeezed them gently. Blue 
spread his legs apart so she could reach under easier and play with his 
genitals. All this time, Blue was licking away into my red cunt hairs. Both 
Sharon and I were getting hot with this new kind of creature. Neither of us 
could believe the length and thickness of Blue's big male prod. 

"Here was an animal who loved to suck cunt. That much was obvious. What we 
didn't know was that Blue loved a lot of other things, too. Blue's nose kept 
pressing into my pussy and finally his black steaming nostrils began to 
shove against my cunt lips. His tongue was working like nothing you ever 
saw, darting in and out, in and out, sucking like a baby calf in order to 
lap up the secretions which were now oozing out of my lips. The feel of his 
dog-tongue inside my cunt was a new experience for me. It was mildly rough, 
but the way Blue was using it, it was pure torturous plea sure. 

"Sharon had gone out of her mind over Blue's big cock and she was lying on 
the floor under his hind legs, her face just under the enormous swinging 
shaft of his dick. 'God damn!' Sharon said in amazement, as her hands 
squeezed around his bulbous hanging balls. Blue seemed to know exactly what 
to do. He began squatting lower and lower over Sharon's face. Finally, his 
long pink rod slid into Sharon's mouth and with a quick hunching movement, 
Blue jammed his long cock into it. I could see easily the entire length of 
his canine pride as it slid voluptuously and forcefully between Sharon's 
lips. All seven inches of bulging dog-prick stuffed down her throat. Sharon 
groaned in the newness of the moment and I felt a little jealous that I 
didn't have that luscious, stiff piece of meat telescoping down my throat. 

"We changed positions and now I was lying flat on the floor. I took a quick 
long delicious suck on Blue's huge prick, then eased his swinging prong over 
my throbbing pussy. He got the general hint and I easily guided his stiff 
and jerking organ into the opening of my cunt lips. When he sensed that the 
time was right, he jammed his cock deep and fast into me with the force of a 
freight train. I thought I was going to pass out with the sudden feeling of 
his torpedo-like tool ramming deep into my vagina, but it felt so 
exquisitely hot and strange that I didn't want to miss anything. I could 
only gasp as Blue began hunching in and out of my cunt, fucking me like I've 
never been fucked before or since. His big club jammed in and out with quick 
animal lurches and the walls of my vagina were beginning to glow and pulse 
from the heat created by the friction of his dog dick sliding in and out of 
my pussy. 

"While I writhed in growing ecstasy, drifting in a blissful and dreamlike 
trance of animal and sexual passion, letting my senses take me to un heard 
of raptures, Sharon squatted over my face. 'Oh, baby, give it to me,' I 
begged in a whisper. Sharon kept her lovely, beautifully swollen cunt-lips 
just inches above my mouth, teasing my senses, torturing me by letting me 
see and smell her inviting and throbbing black cunt-lips. I hungered to suck 
into her canal, to know the sweet salty liquids just inside her tight 
crevice. 

" 'I think I have to pee,' Sharon said and started to get up and leave for 
the bathroom. 'No, don't go,' I begged and pulled her back down over my 
face. 'You don't have to go anywhere to take a leak, baby,' I said as I 
reached up with my tongue and tickled her cunt lips. 'You can take a piss 
right here, right now, honey,' I hinted. Blue panted hotly, fucking away 
like crazy in and out of my juicy drooling cunt. 

"The next thing I felt was a burst of hot piss shooting from Sharon's pussy 
all over my face. God, it was beautiful. I didn't want it to stop. And it 
didn't stop. Faster and faster her pee shot out of her lips, over my eyes, 
into my mouth, around my neck. I let the stream burn into my mouth. It was 
delicious. Sharon reached down and was massaging my tits with her strong 
black hands and Blue was ramming the hell outa my cunt and the hot golden 
stream shot forcefully out of the black lips right into my mouth, flooding 
my mouth and throat, running over and down my cheeks, hot and exciting and 
fragrant. I loved Sharon's piss as it poured richly and freely from her 
pussy into my face. 

"Then, before she was finished pissing, Sharon forced her cunt into my face 
and the hot liquid squirted right into my mouth and nose. I gasped and 
moaned in demented stabs of pleasure as her boiling pee spouted and spewed 
from her beautiful throbbing lips. My tongue shoved up hard into her cunt 
while she kept on pissing into my mouth. I stretched my tongue deeply into 
her cavern, hoping to find the source of this blissful piss. Sharon groaned 
at the feel of my tongue up her cunt as she peed into my mouth. 

"Then the black beauty moved her cunt off my mouth and replaced it with her 
asshole. I quickly sucked into the quivering little round hole of her 
shit-shaft and began thrusting my tongue up into it. She wriggled on top of 
my face, forcing herself down into my mouth, forcing my tongue to slide 
deeper and deeper up her rectum. God, it was thrilling and lustful, being 
lost in the cave of her rear end. Floating on clouds of physical ecstasy, I 
fucked Sharon's anus with my hungry tongue while Blue screwed the shit out 
of my screaming cunt 

"I was being worked up to one big explosion and I wasn't sure if I could 
stay conscious and tolerate the heavenly waves of exotic stimulation which 
were bombarding my senses. I could still taste the delightful piss from 
Sharon's cunt, even though my tongue was now ramming deep into her rectum. I 
could feel the thick ooze around my tongue and then I could begin to taste 
the dark fudges of her asshole as my tongue swam through them, probing back 
and forth, in and out, sucking and thirsting after the thick rich treasures 
which were stirring hotly inside her ass. 

"While Blue pumped away like a sex-machine gun into my screeching pussy, he 
lapped loudly and sloppily into Sharon's cunt. He loved the taste of the 
sweet-salty lotions which drooled out of her black pussy-lips. His tongue 
darted in and out like a long penis, shoving deep and strong into her canal. 
While Blue was tearing her apart from the front, I was ripping her anus with 
my tongue and soon she began to shake violently. I knew this meant that it 
was just seconds away before she exploded. 

"Blue seemed to sense the closeness of Sharon's orgasm and this made him 
start ramrodding my buzzing crotch even faster. I could feel all seven 
inches of his hot swelling dog-cock fucking the living hell out of my 
boiling cunt. Then I knew I was on the verge of coming. Suddenly, Blue 
started hammering in and out of my pussy like a steam-driven jackhammer, 
making my body vibrate like an electric blender. This drove me out of my 
mind and I knew I was going to blow. Then, Sharon groaned heavily, her body 
shook violently, her anus muscles convulsed and squeezed tightly around my 
tongue, as she started her incredible orgasm. 

"I heard Sharon mumble incoherently, 'Ohhh ... ummm ... ummmm!' Her body 
quaked and shook and she let out a loud rhapsodic fart into my mouth as she 
screamed, 'God, I'M BLASTING!' At the very moment Sharon shouted that she 
was blasting, I started coming all over the place. Blue jackhammered fast 
and furious into my cunt and the juices went flying everywhere. Blue was 
lapping like crazy to suck in all the thick creams which poured and shot 
from Sharon's cunt and kept ramming his long thick dog-shaft deep and 
violently into my flowing, spurting pussy. 

"I could feel the stiff thrusts cutting into me as Blue's cock shot dog come 
into me. I could feel the hot squirts spitting from the end of his 
convulsing shaft, burning my vagina with tingling, tormenting oceans of 
canine sperm-semen. Blue's body was arched and stiff and jerking as he shot 
his wad into me. My eyes saw stars, I think. Sharon was humming or groaning 
or moaning some kind of a chant, like a black witch. She was still in the 
blissful trance of extreme sexual fulfillment The three of us finally shot 
the last of our hot milky fluids and fell to the floor exhausted. 

"Somehow, Sharon and I made our way to the bed and fell on it together. 
Then, just as we were falling into a trancelike sleep, we felt the big 
masculine body of Blue curl up between us ..." 

In this study and examination of the phenomenon of bestiality-sexual acts 
between man and beast-it is hoped that the reader will be able to learn a 
little more about the nature of man. And in gaining a deeper knowledge of 
man's nature and man's relationship with Nature, the individual reader, 
hopefully and happily, will gain new in sight of himself. 

Through the centuries, since man began keeping a record of his experiences 
as a living creature on this planet, he has acquired vast storehouses of 
knowledge, immense libraries of recorded history. In this enormous sea of 
documented experience, an individual may find a wealth of material dealing 
with man's movements over the planet, man's thoughts and dreams and 
fantasies, his fears and prejudices, his urges and instincts, his hates and 
his loves, his neuroses and sublimations, his wars, his wares and his wives. 

This book deals primarily with one aspect of man's nature-the occurrence of 
bestial "impulses of love" and bestial behavior in man. It will be shown 
that bestial impulses in man have existed since man himself came into being 
on this planet. For he is a beast himself, just as the other life forms 
around him. It will be shown that, not in spite of, but because of man's 
greater intelligence, he has been driven by enormous compulsions to re late 
himself to his universe, to bring himself into a "oneness" with his 
environment. 

Out of the depths of his history, out of the cradle of his endlessly rocking 
collective unconscious, man seems impelled by tremendous forces to draw up 
feelings and fantasies, dreams and desires and is continually fascinated by 
the darker aspects of his being. Yet, even with all his knowledge, with all 
his intellectual capacities and capabilities, man is hard-pressed to come to 
terms with himself. 

On the one hand, we see man driven towards himself, driven by his better 
nature towards a greater acceptance of that nature. On the other hand, we 
see man repelled from himself, repelled by his neuroses and prejudices-away 
from an acceptance of his truer nature. 

It is out of this tormenting conflict, however, that man finds the weapons 
and tools with which to battle against the demons of prejudice and 
repression. Out of the conflict between the conscious and the unconscious we 
derive the spark which ultimately flares and ignites the darkness within. 
And so, too, an understanding of the bestial impulse will help to light the 
darkness and bring to man an understanding and acceptance of himself. Only 
then will man begin to lose his prejudices, his illnesses, his hates; only 
then will man be able to release himself completely from his self imposed 
prison-the confinement of fear. 

This book presents five case histories-of which part of one was excerpted in 
this introduction-of bestiality in our society. In their unfolding, which 
occurs through the words of the persons being interviewed, I have provided 
some analytic commentary which will help the reader to more fully understand 
the backgrounds of the particular cases under examination. 

 CHAPTER ONE 

"The first time a dog ever lapped my cunt was -believe it or not-on my 
wedding night. As soon as the reception was over, Jim and I drove to our new 
apartment, anxious to get into bed and fuck. I must admit that we were both 
a little nervous, since I was still a virgin and Jim knew that he was in for 
a night of it. Sure, we had messed around a lot before we were married, but 
Jim had this old-fashioned idea that his wife should still have her cherry 
when he carried her over the threshold. 

"But he had finger-fucked me and sucked my pussy and he knew from 
experience, from the way my cherry would hardly budge, that it was really 
going to be a challenge to break it. So, naturally, we were both a little 
nervous. 

"When we got to our new apartment, we were greeted by Jim's two dogs-a pair 
of beautiful boxers-Bruce and Maggie. They watched us curiously as we both 
stripped naked and jumped into bed. Having completely forgotten that they 
were there-he had already gotten into bed-Jim had to get up and shoo them 
into the living room. 

"As Jim turned back to the bed, his cock stood out like a cannon. It seemed 
bigger and somehow more menacing than I had ever remembered it. And believe 
me, I knew his cock well. Many were the times I used to give him head jobs 
while we were 'watching' a movie at a drive-in theater. He would get such a 
nut ache from all the heavy petting we used to do, that I had to finish him 
off with either a blow job or through jacking him off. 

"But now that he was standing there in all of his glorious naked manhood, 
his prick, sort of- well, it scared me. He stroked it a couple of times and 
looked down at it, hunching his thighs for ward, saying, 'Well, Julie, this 
is going to be your big night and Junior here isn't about to take no for an 
answer, nor is he going to let you keep your big red cherry much longer.' 

"At the sight of his cock looming before me and upon hearing his challenging 
words, my fears and nervousness began to disappear. I pulled back the bed 
sheets, spread my legs and Jim threw his head between my legs to where my 
slit was and homed in on my clit. This was the first time Jim ever ate my 
cunt with me completely naked and wow! was it ever a suck trip. Like I was 
Julie in the sky with diamonds. And it sure didn't take long for my juices 
to start overflowing over my pussy lips and down into the crack of my ass, 
as well as into Jim's mouth. While he was sucking my clit, he rubbed the 
nipples of my tits around his fingertips like little rubber balls until they 
jutted out like organ stops. 

"I was writhing and squirming so much from Jim's manipulations that I felt I 
was going to burst into flames. Before I was even aware I was saying it, I 
was screaming, 'Jim, fuck me ... PLEASE, for God's sake, 00H, please fuck 
me!' 

"He stopped sucking me for a minute and looked up at me, whispering, 'I'm 
not quite ready to plug you yet, darling. I want to get the last of your 
cherry juices and I also want that cunny of yours to be ready to take my 
battering ram. I want your pussy to be so juicy that my cock will just slip 
in nice and easy, with no fuss and no bother.' 

"After these words, he spread the lips of my pussy even wider and left my 
clit to stick his tongue up the tunnel of my cunt like a bear licking honey 
out of the hollow of a tree. His mouth was now buried between my pussy lips 
and his nose was massaging my clitoris. Getting both areas stimulated at the 
same time turned me on so much that my whole pubic region was spewing and 
sparkling like a high-tension wire shorting itself out on everything in 
sight. 

"In spite of my demands to be fucked, Jim kept reaming out my cunt with his 
mouth. Suddenly, before I knew what he was doing, he had twisted my body 
around so that I was lying on my stomach. He then started kissing the cheeks 
of my ass, slowly working his mouth into the crevice. He spread my ass 
cheeks apart with his thumbs and licked and kissed my anus. He kept working 
his tongue on my asshole until the tight muscle began to relax and he was 
able to insert his tongue up inside my canal and rub it in a circular motion 
along the inner walls. He had never done this before, much to my regret, 
since it was one of the sexiest feelings I've ever experienced. But this 
latest game of his served only to make me hotter for his cock. My nerve 
endings must have gone completely haywire, because when he stuck his tongue 
up my asshole, it was as though I could feel it coming out my pussy. I 
screamed at him again to fuck me and tried to turn over, but Jim had my legs 
spread-eagled and locked into position so that it was impossible to turn. 
The only thing I could do was to claw at the pillows and scream in 
unbearable ecstasy. 

"Finally, Jim released his hold on me and turned me over. He pulled himself 
up over my body to where his face was even with mine and told me softly, 
'Now you're ready to have your cherry busted.' 

"I could feel his rock-hard cock sliding back and forth at the mouth of my 
cunt as he moved his ass in a circular motion. My heart was beating so hard 
and so fast at what I knew was about to hap pen, that its pounding set up a 
counter rhythm to Jim's movements in the bed. With his thighs he spread my 
own legs apart a little and forced them into a position in which movement 
was almost impossible. 

" 'This may hurt a little at the beginning,' he told me, 'but don't worry. 
Just lie still until I get my prick all the way in.' " 

"He lifted his body a little, reached his hand down, grabbed his cock and 
began to guide it into my pussy lips. When I felt the head of his cock push 
past the lips of my vagina, I jerked my body involuntarily and he locked his 
thighs harder against mine, preventing me from squirming out of the direct 
line of his penetration. Jim's awfully strong. He's lean, but very well 
built and I knew I couldn't get free. I could feel the strong sinewy ribbons 
of his leg muscles ripple into my soft thighs and I knew there was no 
escaping the fate that I both feared and welcomed with all the passion of my 
body. 

"He was resting a great deal of his weight directly on my body and his mouth 
was biting and nipping on one of my earlobes and I thought I was going out 
of my skull. I could hear all of his little animal grunting noises and his 
breathing was heavy and raspy and I could feel the heat of his breath deep 
down in my ear canal. I could feel his hairy legs use mine for leverage as 
he hunched forward with each thrust. I screamed every time he lurched. The 
broad red head of his cock pushed up against my hymen harder and harder. I 
could feel-almost see-the tendons of his feet and ankles stretched taut and 
his toes digging and gripping and straining into the bottom of the mattress. 

"Again and again, with each hunching thrust of his ass, he speared his 
ramrod cock into my cherry, which refused to split. Again and again I 
screamed from the cruelty of his animal lunges, feeling like a fettered and 
helpless butterfly, pinned and wriggling on a wall and utterly doomed by 
penetration. 

"Finally he must have gotten mad, because my cherry wouldn't break and 
because I kept screaming. All of a sudden he got real quiet and stopped 
hunching his ass in and out. He whispered in my ear, 'Shut up, you goddam 
crybaby. You hear me? You shut your fucking mouth up, you bitch and you do 
what I say.' 

"I was so shocked at his words that all I did was just lie there staring 
into his eyes, which were bristling with anger in the half-darkened room. We 
lay like that for a minute, our hearts knocking at each other for dominance. 
Then, in a softer voice, he said, 'You're not helping me along, Julie and 
you gotta help me if we're going to split that cherry. And I gotta break 
that cherry tonight, baby. Don't you see that? Now don't fight me, baby. I 
want you to help me get through that tight red meat, you understand?' Then 
he kissed my eyes lightly and stuck his tongue in my ear. From there he went 
down to my nipples and gently sucked and licked them. His hair was falling 
down his forehead and brushing against my upper breasts and neck and all 
those electric sparks and fires that had been there a few minutes before 
started igniting again. 

" 'Oh, yes, yes, yes, I'll help you, Jimmy.' I hugged him tightly around the 
chest, around the waist, my hands finding their way down into the small of 
his back, where the crack of his ass cheeks began its curving descent 
downward to the back of his ball sack. Both my hands cupped his ass cheeks, 
which were hard and firm, the under currents of muscle tissue rippling from 
beneath the skin. And I pulled him to me hard. 

" 'When I push into you, baby,' he instructed me, 'don't give way, but meet 
my thrust with a thrust of your own. I realize it probably feels like I'm 
ripping you wide-open inside, but once we rip through that tiny piece of 
skin, it'll be smooth sailing from then on, I promise you. I've never let 
you down before, have I? And believe me, you won't be disappointed this 
time, either, when I get through with you.' 

"The softness of his voice and the reassurances he was giving me, lulled 
me-hypnotized me-and it was as though I had no will of my own. I belonged to 
Jim body and soul from that moment on. I was determined now more than ever 
before that I wanted Jim's cock in the deepest recesses of my pussy. Come 
pain, blood, or hellfire-nothing was going to stop me from receiving the 
full length of his cock. 

"Jim eased off me a little, grabbed a pillow and doubled it over, then 
thrust it under my ass cheeks. I knew then that in this position, with my 
pussy completely elevated, I would not be able to draw back away from his 
cock-even if I wanted to. Jim's next step was to maneuver back into his 
position above me, again forcing my legs apart with his own muscular and 
hairy thighs. He was now sweating with desire and breathing heavily. The 
feel of his penis again at the entrance of my pussy seemed to have grown 
tremendously, especially now that my cunt was so much higher than the rest 
of my body because of the pillow under my ass. With my pussy lips sticking 
up that high to meet his oncoming prick, a shudder of both fear and wild 
anticipation ran through the entire length of my body. 

"Jim raised his body slightly away from mine and when I looked down I could 
see the menacing but beautiful dagger of his manhood which was about to tear 
my cherry to shreds. I could see the long shaft of his cock poised above my 
cunt lips, silhouetted against the moonlight filtering in through the 
window. I could see his bulging cock head kissing my elevated pussy, which 
was trapped by the pillow and his powerful thighs. Movement was virtually 
impossible. 

"I waited for what seemed to be an eternity. I couldn't stand the suspense 
any longer as he held his cock above me. I was about to say something, but 
instead I screamed, for at that very moment he lunged into me with all the 
force of a pile driver. The burning, searing pain of my hymen tearing in two 
blinded me for a moment and I screamed out, tearing at Jim's back with my 
fingernails, begging him to pull his cock out. He eased out slightly and I 
thought he was going to obey my wish, but then he lunged back again, deep 
into my vagina and I had no doubt that my cherry had been split. I could 
feel a sticky, warm fluid flowing out of my pussy and down into my cunt 
hairs and into the crack of my ass and I knew it was blood coming from my 
torn pussy. 

"I cried into Jim's ear, 'Oh, God, Jim, it hurts. Take it out, please.' I 
could feel his cock rubbing now along the walls of my vagina and from the 
feel of it throbbing and stretching my insides, I thought he was going to 
rip my pussy canal open, too. 

"But his only answer was that the worst was over and it was going to be 
smooth sailing from here on out and that I should just settle back and enjoy 
it. He began to set up a series of rhythmic thrusts-not rough like he had 
been doing a minute ago, but gentle and almost soothing. In and out, back 
and forth his ass went I began to feel the smooth, velvety head of his cock 
brush against my torn skin and I groaned every time he pushed it into me. 
But after a while, it began not to hurt so much and my groans turned into 
sounds like a soft moaning purr. 

"Jim said, 'It doesn't hurt so much now, does it? It feels good, doesn't it, 
Julie?' He reached under my ass, grabbed the pillow and pulled it out from 
under me. 'Now you have a little room to react, baby,' he said. 'Show me 
that it's beginning to feel good.' 

"All the while he was talking to me, he was gently pushing his cock in and 
out of my cunt, past the broken hymen and past my cunt hairs and past my 
pussy lips. Our sex juices were intermingling, and his wiry cock hair was 
rubbing up against my clitoris and I began to know for the first time in my 
life what fucking was all about. And all of a sudden I also discovered that 
I had been pushing my ass up to meet his cock as it pushed deeper and deeper 
into me. The pain in my cunt was now being replaced by electric quiverings 
of sexual joy. It seemed that all my nerve endings were concentrated in the 
core of my cunt and Jim's meaty shaft was igniting every one of them. Faster 
and faster we both started pumping, each of us meeting the other's thrust 
head on. I had experienced clitoral orgasms before-by masturbating and also 
when Jim had sucked me. But this new feeling I was having was like nothing I 
had ever felt in the past. A deep penetrating heat was beginning to make 
itself known deep down in my vagina. I could feel Jim's cock rubbing along 
the walls of my cunt where not even my fingers had ever been. I started 
lurching and twisting involuntarily in response to Jim's pumpings, which 
were increasing in speed to match my own tempo. 

"I could only scream at him, 'Fuck me, more-more! Give me more ... give it 
to me, honey. Oh, God, don't stop, please. Don't ever stop!' Jim's breath 
became shorter and shorter, until he was panting like a dog on a hot 
summer's day. His cock seemed to get stiffer and stiffer. My own cunt juices 
were pouring out of my pussy. My pussy canal was now quivering 
uncontrollably. I was feeling a million explosions in my cunt. I was no 
longer able to control my muscles. I couldn't co ordinate myself. I must 
have gone blind for a minute, because I couldn't make out the window out 
lined by the moonlight. And then, just as I felt Jim's cock exploding in my 
cunt, I passed out. 

"When I came to, my cunt was being soothed by a warm, gentle tongue. I lay 
back with my eyes closed, savoring the sensations which were beginning to 
tingle all over again between my legs. After a moment, I slowly opened my 
eyes to watch Jim lick me, and to my disbelief, I saw Jim standing in the 
doorway of the bathroom with a smile on his face. 

" 'So you want to have a three-way?' he asked me, still smiling. I looked 
down toward my pussy to see if I was really feeling what I thought I was, or 
if, perhaps, I was dreaming of Jim eating me out. When I looked down, there 
was Jim's large dog, Bruce the boxer, between my legs, lapping contentedly 
away at my cunt." 

Jim and Julie are typical of a segment of the population who-as we shall see 
as we delve into their case history-enjoy sexual relationships with animals. 

Jim's past was particularly conducive to a life style which was to lead 
eventually into the path of bestiality. An only child growing up in a 
neighborhood with few playmates, Jim recalls that his parents saw to it that 
he had companionship in one form or another with a series of pets from the 
time when he was an infant. The child, possessing a rather lonely and 
introverted disposition which was caused by unconscious impulses of 
alienation on the part of his parents, came to love and depend upon his pets 
for affection and companionship, perhaps more than his peers, who were more 
gregarious by nature than he. 

His parents, too, unknowingly encouraged him into a pattern of psychological 
'dependence upon his pets. Jim's mother was busy with social activities and 
community organizations. She exhibited the characteristic symptoms of the 
frustrated mother syndrome. She sublimated her feelings of helplessness and 
anxiety of never having experienced artistic achievement by playing the 
committee woman. Never daring to admit that she resented the birth of her 
son, which forced her to re tire from what she thought was the mainstream of 
a glamorous life into, the workaday world of the housewife, her resentment 
nevertheless let it be felt in her unconcern for Jim. 

Nor was Jim's father inclined to make up to his son for the inattentions of 
his wife. He was a psychologist at a nearby college, where he studied the 
behavior of various species of animals, comparing them for intelligence and 
sensory acuity. To be sure, the father took Jim on tours of his laboratory, 
so that the boy eventually became enthusiastic enough about his father's 
profession to major in it himself later in college. Unfortunately, the 
father's attentions to the boy were only emphasized by their infrequency. 

The boy continued to be a loner in college, preferring the solitude of his 
own introspective day dreams to the reality of the alienation and 
unhappiness of his parents. As a freshman he became interested in Pavlovian 
psychology and as a result trained a various number of the laboratory 
animals-as well as a pet dog of his-to a series of conditioned responses. 
Among other things, he taught one of his own pets, a female boxer, to lick 
and suck his genitalia at the sound of a bell. 

Through later counseling it was learned that the dog ministered to his 
sexual needs on many a lonely night in his apartment near the college. In 
addition, he was able to train a male dog which he owned to obtain an 
automatic erection under the conditioned reflex system. 

Jim met his future wife at a college dance which they had both attended 
during "Homecoming Weekend." She had seen Jim standing alone and was taken 
by his quiet and reserved manner. She went up to him, introduced herself and 
soon they were both engrossed in a mutual interest-animals. Jim agreed to 
show Julie his pets and on Sunday he took her to his apartment. 

They began to see each other regularly after that and gradually Jim opened 
some of the emotional doors which had been so severely locked in a self-made 
attempt to protect himself from being hurt by people. He learned that he 
could "be himself around Julie. They fell in love and married after Jim 
graduated from college. In the next monologue, Jim takes over the narration 
where Julie left off-the point of his defloration of her. 

"Julie was really surprised when she discovered that it wasn't me who was 
lapping out her cunt but Bruce, who had come into the room when I went to 
the John to wash off my prick. I knew that Julie had had the first real come 
of her life and she wasn't about to turn over on her side and go to sleep at 
this point. 

"But I also felt that my cock was in no great condition for much more 
fucking that night-even if it was our wedding night. My prickhead was rubbed 
a little raw from the ordeal of breaking her cherry in two and I wasn't sure 
how many more times I'd be able to shove my shaft up Julie's beautiful box. 

"I didn't really think about Bruce being a substitute for me until I saw him 
tonguing into Julie's pussy with a desire that would have put any 
red-blooded American cocksman to shame. And from the way she was taking to 
it, I knew it wouldn't be a bad idea after all. 

"After her initial shock of seeing a dog eat out her pussy instead of me, 
she didn't really mind too much, especially since she was all primed up and 
ready for her second come. I explained to her how my cock needed a little 
rest and maybe that we should let the dog have his share of her pussy. At 
the same time I was telling her that, I was kissing her on the neck and 
tits. And with Bruce licking into her pussy, I don't think she could have 
said no at that moment for a million dollars. 

"By this time Bruce had jumped up on the bed and was pushing away with his 
head and tongue for all he was worth. I could tell he was all primed up 
himself because he had a giant hard on which was jutting out from under him, 
as if it were looking for some warm wet hole to crawl into. 

"Julie had her legs spread-eagled on the bed and was wriggling her toes 
around as if trying to get rid of some of the cunt heat that was enveloping 
her body. 

"Bruce must have really been enjoying Julie's body. By now he was licking up 
and down the inside of her thighs-that sensitive area that can make a girl 
go wild with the right kind of licking. He was pumping his head up and down, 
keeping in a kind of wild rhythm to the tempo of his tongue going in and 
out. For added variety, he wrapped his pussy tapper around and into Julie's 
cunt hairs and gave a tug which really set her to jumping. 

"At this time I was ready to get into the action again, although my cock was 
still out of commission. I pulled Julie's feet up over her legs so that her 
asshole was exposed at the same time her cunt was. Then I positioned Bruce 
so that he was out of my way while he nuzzled her nest. That left me a nice 
opening to tongue around on her pink pulsating asshole, while the dog worked 
on her throbbing pussy. 

"With my thumbs I spread open her ass cheeks so that the entire ring of her 
anus was staring up into my face, just waiting for me to dive into my 
delicious midnight snack. 

"I bit and nipped at her buns, leaving little red marks on the smooth 
whiteness of her cheeks. The faint aroma around the tight pink rim of 
Julie's ass really turned me on and my tongue ached with anticipation as my 
mouth descended like a suction cup over the pulsating ring of her rectum. 

"As I licked around the band of her quivering sphincter, I noticed for the 
first time the smooth firm beauty of Julie's rear end. She didn't have any 
hair on her appetizing buns and only a few golden wisps of curly pubic down 
which nestled around her rectum. I licked around her ass rim and pulled on 
her hairs a little with my mouth. She really liked that, especially with 
Bruce nosing in the front door while I was going in the rear. 

"By this time she was really squirming and her asshole was beginning to lose 
its pucker, gradually loosening up as I worked it with my mouth. Then I 
spread her ass cheeks even further apart with my thumbs and started darting 
my tongue directly into her anus. Back and forth, in and out I thrust. 
Deeper and deeper I shot my tongue into her rear hole, exploring the inner 
walls of her rectum, luxuriating in the new and exciting discoveries I was 
making in this exotic territory. 

"While I was reaming out her asshole, Bruce had repositioned himself in an 
effort to have more room to eat away at Julie's cunt. Apparently, in my 
enthusiasm I had pushed him out of the way of pussy dessert and he wanted to 
get back into it. He was now standing with his back legs over her shoulders 
and the furry sheath of his cock was brushing against Julie's face. 

"Bruce and I continued to work away at our ass and-pussy-eating contest, 
each challenging the other for the garden of delights found in the depths of 
her warm inner caverns of flesh. 

"Julie was now trembling in the ecstasy of two tongues, tongues which were 
expert at drilling the juices out of her love channels. I had never seen 
cunt fluids flowing so thick, hot and free. And these fluids were not only 
limited to her cunt I could feel and taste the semisweet juicy liquids being 
exuded from her rear canal and it was all I could do to keep from blowing my 
mind from the taste and smell of Julie's ass. 

"By now Julie was in a state of half-conscious rapture, not even fully aware 
of her own actions. It was obvious that she was in the throes of a 
tremendous orgasm. She was thrashing wildly around on the bed and it was all 
I could do to hold her down and keep her from tumbling off. But I knew I had 
to hold her in this position in order to see that she had her full measure 
of orgasms. Her quiverings told me that she was experiencing a volley of 
short, fast, electrifying rushes of pleasure. Convulsively thrashing her 
head back and forth, Julie's lips kept brushing against Bruce's gigantic 
dog-cock. It was now fully distended from its furry sheath and Bruce was 
beginning to haunch instinctively up and down, searching out the warm cavern 
that was blowing hot air against the skin of his exposed and fiery 
cock-head. 

"I knew it would be only a matter of seconds before Brace's cock would hit 
the juicy warm target of Julie's mouth and then he would really start to 
hump his canine cock deep into her throat. 

"At the very instant I was thinking of this possibility, it happened. One of 
Brace's downward lunges finally found its conjunction with Julie's mouth. 
She was still so hot from the continuation of her multi-climaxes that she 
engulfed the dog's cock with all the determination of a flesh-eating vacuum 
cleaner. 

"During this peak of her sexual frenzy, Julie knew only that a cock was a 
cock, regardless of its origin. She sucked with unabated fury, as if vowing 
to regain the juices which she was so freely and enthusiastically giving up. 

"Brace was beginning to become more and more active in his humping. He 
seemed to really be getting with it. I felt his balls and tried to massage 
them around with my fingers, but they were so tight in their sack that I 
could hardly manipulate them. He was as fully loaded as a cannon brimming 
with gunpowder and from this observation I knew that his blast would force 
burning discharges of his come deep into Julie's throat. 

"Brace began to pant more heavily, each thrust of his slick dog-cock getting 
sharper and stronger, plunging deeper and deeper down into Julie's mouth. A 
few seconds later he began to shake from head to tail in uncontrollable 
spasms. I quickly felt the hard base of his dogrod as it throbbed and 
spurted out great gobs of his hot canine come into Julie's throat. 

"Julie swallowed hungrily and crazily, savoring every drop of thick 
dog-sperm which Brace had shot into her. Bruce seemed thoroughly exhausted 
from our little orgy, so he jumped from the bed, ambled to the corner of the 
room, curled up and lapsed into a world of dog dreams. 

"Still half entranced by the fullness of the first night of her sexual 
experience, Julie dreamily and contentedly cuddled up to me and fell sound 
asleep with a gentle smile on her lips. I was about to join her in dreamland 
when I was brought back to full awakening by the soothing lapping of my 
exposed balls. I looked down and into the gentle eyes of my other pet 
boxer-the female Maggie, looking for all the world like the only child on 
the block not invited to a birthday party. I pat ted her and assured her 
that next time she would not be left out of the fun and games. She seemed to 
understand me. Wagging her tail, she licked my hand, curled up on the floor 
beside Bruce and went to sleep. Taking the hint to get some rest for a 
while, I began to drift off to sleep, pondering our next four-way sex orgy." 

It would seem that Jim's outlook and personality in adult life and in 
marriage was quite open and free from anxiety. Certainly, in the realm of 
sex he was game for anything and ready to experiment and pursue sensuality 
to the limits of his imagination. Should we find this puzzling, or hard to 
grasp? The answer to this question depends on the position of the person 
asking it, of course. There are, in a manner of speaking, as many answers as 
there are people. To the naive, uneducated observer, it may seem odd or 
surprising that Jim's approach to life and sex was very unashamed and 
unfettered by "establishment conformity," in view of his constrained and 
socially deprived early childhood. But to anyone acquainted with modern 
psychology and familiar with the facts of Jim's childhood and growth, it is 
easy to piece together the puzzle of bestiality which developed. We have 
already seen how Jim was denied a "normal" amount of sociosexual interplay 
as a child and how he was amply exposed to unusual ways of relating to the 
world of living dynamic forces: his pets in very early youth and his 
laboratory animals later on in college. 

In one of my interviews with Jim, he told me of a pet dog he had when he was 
four or five years old. The mutt was a year-old male, a hound of dubious 
strain and quite large. It was given the name "Buck," because Jim's father 
had paid a dollar for it at one of the animal auctions held by the local 
humane society. Buck was very friendly, playful and nearly always at the 
side of his young master. As time went by, the dog also developed a sexual 
attachment for Jim, possibly because of events which had taken place early 
in its pup life. 

It is an accepted opinion among zoologists that animals can and do develop 
attachments of a sexual nature for their masters. (I shall bring some 
dramatic examples of this to light in other portions of this study.) 

Jim's dog, Buck, developed a habit of jumping up, knocking Jim to the ground 
and then hunching above him as though Jim were a young bitch in heat. It was 
about this time that Jim learned the meaning of the word "fuck." It seems 
that an older cousin named Frank occasionally came to baby-sit with Jim and 
had exposed him to a number of new words and ideas. Frank, who was about 
thirteen years of age, made up a little poem once when he saw Buck hunching 
over Jim in a copulating position. Frank often teased Jim with his vulgar 
little limerick: 

"There was a dog named Buck. It loved to play and fuck. It knocked Jim down,
 Then sadly found That it was simply out of luck." 

There is no doubt that Jim was given his first "lessons" in sexuality by his 
older cousin, who showed young Jim many new things, such as how to lift up 
Buck's tail and slowly shove his finger into Buck's anus. Also, Jim was 
given a starter course, as it were, in the similarities between Buck's sex 
organs and Frank's sex organs. At this time, Frank taught Jim what 
masturbation was all about, although Jim was too young to experience 
ejaculation. 

Later on, when Jim was around seven years old, he caught Buck in the act of 
copulating with a female cocker spaniel which had wandered into the yard. 
Jim recollected much later that watching the event must have made a great 
impression on him, because from that time on, Buck seemed to become more 
than just a playful companion. The two would often sleep together and 
frequently Jim would think of ways to coax Buck into licking his penis. On 
other nights, the two would cuddle up close together in bed and Jim would 
play with Buck's testicles, feeling Buck's penis grow from a soft pliable 
finger into a hard protruding shaft. Often, Buck would lick his own 
genitals, as all animals do and Jim, being very impressionable, made the 
unconscious emotional connections which led later to oral eroticism. His 
naturally investigative mind, his early conditioning with regards to 
animals, his growing needs toward new experience in the world of sex-all of 
these forces made their contributions to the whole picture we see unfold in 
this case history. 

It should be noted here that Jim's unrestrained and dynamic attitude toward 
the new and novel in sex played a big part in the success of his 
relationship with Julie, because there were no outward fears or anxieties in 
Jim's behavior concerning sex-play and sexual gratification. Nor did fears 
or anxieties rub off or flare up in Julie and so she was easily led by Jim 
into new and bizarre physical experiences. 

From the start of their marriage, Julie was allowed a completely 
unrestricted expression of her sexuality. Basically, of course, this is a 
very healthy kind of situation when one can look at it from outside the 
context of cultural prejudices and the law. Unhappily, society generally has 
had ill-defined, prudish and outdated laws on sexual behavior for about as 
many years as archives have existed. There are many reasons why this is so, 
but this is a subject too broad to go into in depth at this time. 

However, a few words should be noted here in regards to the sexual codes of 
this country. Happily, the courts in some states have begun, at long last, 
to ignore, modify and drop altogether laws concerning sexual behavior, laws 
which for too long have been unjust, unintelligent and unconstitutional. The 
general feeling among men of wisdom, experience and education is that codes 
of sexual conduct between consenting adults should remain just that, between 
consenting adults. In Illinois, to cite one encouraging example of the 
increasing liberal trend, the criminal code does not concern itself much 
with any sexual act performed in private among consenting adults, or adults 
and animals, as long as prostitution or incest are not involved. And in 
Texas, in 1970, a special court of judges in Dallas declared the Texas laws 
on sodomy to be unconstitutional. And in other states, too, although the 
actual written laws have not been stricken from the books, more and more 
courts seem to be taking a much more liberal stance on sexual acts between 
consenting adults. But the progress is still sadly slow. 

It is interesting that in this time of lingering social taboos Jim and Julie 
were able to come together and express their sexuality as freely as they 
did, without undue guilt feelings and anxieties and find mutual joy and 
pleasure and de light in the novel and unusual sexual games and experiences 
they made for themselves. If men and women everywhere were left free to 
enjoy their sex-games in the privacy of their own homes, in their own 
individual ways and if men and women were not oppressed by the fears and 
guilts brought on by cultural prejudices and taboos, it is very probable 
that our world would be a much happier one. For isn't it through repression 
that society lays the groundwork for the development of hysteria, neurosis 
and other psychic illnesses of mankind? The statement would appear to be 
accurate regarding the health of both the individual and the collective body 
we call the community. 

The activities of Jim and Julie in the world of sex and bestiality are 
perhaps uncommon for most people, but by no means are examples hard to find. 
We can observe through history examples of marriages which bear striking 
similarities to the one under discussion. Even as far back as prehistoric 
times, we find hints of man's need to relate himself to animals. In the 
Jungian sense, this effort of man to tie himself in with all of life, to 
close the circle, to feel as much as possible "in connection" with the 
forces of nature-the effort, be it conscious or unconscious, is as natural 
as the forces of procreation, survival and evolution. 

The sexual urges in man are natural. What is unnatural and unfortunate are 
the lingering fears and prejudices which too many men feel compelled to 
carry with them through life. Even in the light of contemporary knowledge 
and intellectual achievement, there are still many individuals who continue 
to enslave themselves with self-inflicted guilts, fears and inhibitions 
about sex. Hopefully, as the men of medicine and psychology learn more about 
the human psyche and how it operates, we will come to understand more about 
the errors found in its computations, its self-imposed, self-limiting values 
which seem at present to be so out of step with an open and free attitude. 

Let us take a look at some little-known cases of unusual sexual patterns 
involving bestiality. In a parcel of manuscripts recently found in an 
abandoned monastery in Russia, there was discovered a part of a diary dating 
from about 1300 A.D. The diary, apparently that of a young monk, was 
extremely difficult to make out, but the writing was finally pieced 
together, disclosing the following amazing story. It seems that the young 
monk kept an account of his growing curiosity about the nature of sexual 
behavior in the animal life which lived in the forests near the monastery. 
He took long walks through the woods and fields, quietly observing the many 
animals, noting how they lived and reproduced. Over a period of years, he 
became quite familiar with the behavior patterns of many beasts. In 
particular, he was fascinated by dogs and wolves. He relates how he made 
friends with an injured and starving young female wolf. He took the young 
bitch, built her a small shelter and over a period of several weeks nursed 
her back to health. When she was able to walk and run again, she would meet 
him in the forests and often tag along with him on his expeditions into the 
forests and fields. On several occasions, they slept together on cold nights 
for mutual warmth and security and the young monk relates in one episode of 
his diary: 

Last night, the she-wolf and I shared a small cave, curling together for 
heat Shortly she was making little grunts and nudging my hand with her nose. 
Curious feelings came over me and I wondered if she were trying to seduce 
me. Shyly, I began returning her affections with the stroke of my hand on 
her bosom. Growing more excited, she exposed herself towards me in a most 
sinful posture. Overcome by her seductive manner, I yielded to temptation 
... 

A stirring account of bestiality, this story is but one of many in the 
documented history of man's sexual experience with animals. 

Let me cite another case from the files of medical history. The account is 
of a young couple who, after having been married for several years, spent a 
summer on the country estate of a relative, and during the course of the 
summer they were initiated into the world of bestiality and unusual sex 
acts. The wife, years after the event, related the story to a close friend 
who was a psychiatrist and he in turn wrote the events down in his memoirs, 
although he never disclosed the names of the par ties involved. Apparently, 
the young couple were gently led from a level of innocent inquiry to 
increasingly sexual dramas in their quest for carnal knowledge and 
enlightenment. By the end of the summer, they had tried virtually everything 
they could imagine in regards to sexual acts of one kind or another with 
almost every animal they could coax into cooperation: several dogs, a large 
cat, a peregrine falcon, a stud horse, several sheep, a billy goat and a 
half-grown female calf. It was, in the words of the wife, 

as if the entire summer was an obsessive fantasy lifted out of the depths of 
my being, a kind of dream which had lain dormant all my life and then had 
been teased up to the surface of the other existence I call my real life. I 
feel compelled to tell you that I am happy my husband and I shared in the 
madness ... It has provided for our lives with each other in a most 
satisfying manner, you may be certain. 

It can be seen easily enough, I think, that both men and women from all 
walks of life may be overwhelmed by sensuality and bestiality. Julie, a 
"turned-on" girl, innocent and full of erotic enthusiasm, hungry to share 
new pleasure with her young husband, was a perfect partner for Jim. Let us 
continue our journey into her world of eroticism and bestial lovemaking as 
she picks up the compelling story of her wedding night. 

"I'm not sure how long Jim and I slept after our last gang bang with Bruce. 
But when I woke up I could still taste the dog come that Bruce had shot into 
my throat. A thick slime hung in the back of my mouth and down my throat and 
as I rolled my tongue along the roof of my mouth I remembered the violent 
blasts of hot sperm juices which had shot from Bruce's big canine cock a 
little while before. 

"I was a little surprised, I guess, at the wild way I had sucked the juices 
from Bruce's huge slippery penis. God! I started getting horny lying there 
on the bed thinking about it and just at that moment I heard some slurping 
noises coming from the floor next to the bed. I raised my head a little and 
opened my eyes, but the room was so dark I couldn't see a damn thing. I 
groped around until my hand made contact with Jim's foot. I was warm and 
damp and I could feel his hair as it curled around his large masculine 
ankles. He moved in his sleep and his foot fell against my cheek, his toes 
touching me on the lips. I parted my lips slightly and Jim's big toe slid 
into my mouth, pressing down onto my tongue and I sucked on it, tasting its 
flavors as they mingled with my saliva. The slurping sound from the floor 
got a little louder and I figured it was one of the dogs licking itself. I 
dropped my hand over the edge of the bed and it came to rest on the nose of 
one of the dogs. Was it Bruce, or Maggie? A split second later I had my 
answer, for my hand came in contact with a clump of warm wet fur, out of 
which protruded a smooth slimy projectile. I knew then it was Bruce and as I 
rubbed my finger along the tip of his shaft, it got harder and jerked with 
little spasms. 

"At this point, I was really beginning to feel hot, like before when Jim had 
his tongue up my ass and Bruce was fucking me in the mouth. God damn! I knew 
the night wasn't over by any means and I knew that before daybreak came, 
there was going to be some far-out fucking going on in the bedroom. I knew 
that I had to get everybody else in the mood, if I was going to get my 
goodies again. I wasn't sure what I was craving, I just knew that I wanted 
to be ravaged and with every passing minute I got hotter and hotter. Jim's 
big broad sunbrowned toe was vaguely quivering inside my mouth, like it was 
a prick getting ready to shoot off. Jim shifted in his sleep again and this 
caused his toe to snap away from my lips with a loud pop. He turned over on 
his back, still asleep. Against the dim light coming through the window, I 
could barely make out his cock lying upon his stomach. Jesus! It was a 
beautiful prick, reaching up almost to his belly button. I couldn't restrain 
myself any longer, so I moved very gently, changing my position so I could 
get my mouth on Jim's cock. But I didn't want to wake him up, just yet. 

"I wanted to see if I could make him shoot off in his sleep and watch his 
reaction. Leaning over his stomach, I lowered my head down slowly until my 
lips felt the head of his cock. Then, parting my mouth and wetting my lips 
with my tongue, I very carefully let the head of his prick slip warmly into 
my mouth. Almost immediately, I could feel his rod-head begin to swell up 
and in just a few seconds his cock was standing straight up. So far, so 
good. With my heart blazing with desire to please him, I let my mouth slide 
very slowly and hotly down, down, down over his throbbing penis until I felt 
his head touch the back of my throat. Even then, I didn't have all of it in 
my mouth. Slowly, I changed positions again so that I was now in a 
sixty-nine position over Jim and I made a big effort to open my jaws as wide 
as I could. 

"All the while, Jim's cock seemed to be growing thicker and longer and I 
felt I was fighting a losing battle. It didn't seem possible that I could 
get any more of his barrel into my mouth. But my throat muscles must have 
automatically relaxed for a moment, because the back of my throat suddenly 
opened up and Jim's bulging head plopped quickly back into the depths of my 
throat, almost choking me. Thick and throbbing now, it was stretching the 
hell out of my mouth and I began to come up off it, very slowly. When the 
head withdrew back up to my lips, I gasped for a little air and ran my 
tongue all around its slick pinkish surface and by this time Jim must have 
started dreaming about something pretty good. He was still sleeping, but his 
hips began to move in a gentle rhythm, causing his staff to move in and out 
of my mouth. The rhythm of his cock moving inside my mouth kept getting a 
little faster with every thrust and I realized that it wouldn't be long now 
before he exploded his golden juices into my throat. 

"All of a sudden, I felt an electric sensation against my ass. Maggie, the 
female boxer, had come to the edge of the bed and was zeroing in on my 
asshole. She kept nudging her nose farther in between my buns until she 
found my quivering hole; she started licking it then like it was going out 
of style. I could tell it was Maggie, because Bruce was humping her rear 
end, shoving his shaft up her pussy. My hips were up over Jim's head so that 
my cunt was just above his face. With every breath he took, a warm tickling 
stream of air teased the hair of my crotch and I felt the hot juices deep 
inside my cunt begin to steam and boil their way to the edge of my cunt 
lips. 

"Jim's movements were getting quicker now and the thrust of his dick in and 
out of my mouth was getting stronger. Bruce, I could tell, had found his 
mark and was really fucking the hell out of Maggie, who was licking my anus 
so fast I thought she was trying to fuck my asshole with her nose. I 
couldn't bear the warm breath from Jim's mouth hitting my pussy much longer 
and I knew that I was on the verge of flooding his face with my love juices. 
I didn't have to worry about anything, though, because a moment later I felt 
Jim's big hands reach up and gently pull my crotch right down on his face. 

"He made some groaning sounds as his nose dug in between the lips of my cunt 
and started going over my clit with his tongue. Christ! I was beginning to 
boil over and I wanted Jim to come at the same time I did. I made a big 
effort to open up my throat again like I did before. 

"Suddenly, the throbbing head of Jim's huge cock plunged and locked itself 
deep inside my throat and he made a loud groaning sound as thick wads of 
cream shot up through the core of his convulsing prick. I felt the spasms in 
the base of his hard cock as huge spurts of hot come exploded against the 
back of my throat. 

"I made a muffled, choked scream while Jim, shoving my head further down 
onto his cock, fired bullets of thick hot jelly into, my throat I was 
trembling and straining as my own joy juices flooded into Jim's nose and 
mouth. At the same instant, Bruce let out a wolf-like howl that betrayed his 
victorious ejaculations into Maggie's quivering vagina. I collapsed on Jim's 
stomach and chest, which was heaving and rippling beneath my two firm 
breasts and felt his athletic cock gradually unstiffen inside my mouth. 

"Even while he was getting soft, I could still taste the salty-sweet drops 
of his come oozing from the opening in the head of his rod, spreading itself 
thickly over my tongue. The lips of my hot, wet cunt still covered his nose 
and I was trembling from the thrill of his tongue against my clit. Finally, 
after we had lain silent for a few moments, Jim eased me off him and I fell 
back down onto the bed next to him. He held me tightly in his strong arms 
against his chest and I loved the friction of his chest hairs as they rubbed 
against the nipples of my tits. He then turned gently and rolled up over on 
me, put his beautiful hot lips to mine and gave me the sexiest kiss of my 
life, let ting his hungry tongue slide into every corner of my mouth. His 
mouth juices flowed from his tongue onto mine and I drank them down deeply, 
tasting all the flavors of his young and masculine beauty. Hot tears of love 
and joy streamed down my cheeks as my heart and soul swelled with emotions I 
had never felt before. I tried to choke back the tears of my happiness 
before Jim saw them, but I knew he understood when he kissed me on each 
eyelid. Brushing my hair back gently with his strong hands, he said softly, 
'Yeah, baby, I know what you mean.' 

" 'Go to sleep, now,' Jim whispered after a few moments. I must have done 
just that, because the next thing I remember is slowly being aroused by 
Jim's soft voice. 'Hello, babe,' I heard Jim call softly from across the 
room somewhere. 'Hello, babe,' the whisper came again. When my eyes were 
fully opened, I could tell it was getting near day break, as the first gray 
light of dawn began to filter through the window curtain. I decided to get 
up and go take a piss in the bathroom, but as soon as I moved, I was pulled 
back onto the bed. 'Don't struggle, honey,' I heard Jim say. 'I'll be there 
in a moment, just as soon as I finish getting Bruce and Maggie fixed up for 
you.' 

" 'Jim, what's going on? I'm tied to the bed. What's happening?' I cried. 

" 'Just hold on a minute, will you? We're going to try a little experiment 
I've been thinking about for quite a while. I'm giving Bruce and Maggie an 
injection of this chemical. It really makes them go crazy with sex. I tied 
you down awhile ago. You were as dead as a log while I spread-eagled you 
across the bed and tied your feet and hands to the bedposts. You can try to 
get loose, but you can't, so I wouldn't waste the effort. Anyway, you're 
going to dig what I've got in store for you, honey.' 

"Jim was right. I couldn't get loose from the strips of silk he used to 
stretch me across the bed. I was on my back, with my legs stretched between 
the two posts at the bottom of the bed. Although I was a little 
apprehensive, I was not uncomfortable. I was not sure what was in store and 
although I trusted Jim, I was still getting butter flies in my stomach from 
the anticipation of something coming. 

" 'Won't be long now, Julie. Your sweet ass has had it!' Jim took a jar of 
vaseline out of the top drawer of the dresser, came over to the bed and sat 
down next to me. 'Here, this will feel good,' he said as he dipped into the 
jar and shoved a spoon fill of vaseline down between my legs, below my cunt. 
I could feel his hand sliding toward my anus, then I felt a big finger being 
shoved up into my ass. 

"'Ooh,' I groaned. 'Does it hurt?' Jim asked softly. I told him that it 
really didn't hurt much and he kept massaging his finger around the inside 
of my rectum. 'It might hurt just a little bit, enough to make you go out of 
your skull with pleasure.' Jim worked his big index finger all around inside 
my shit-hole, getting it all greased up with vaseline. It began to feel good 
after a few moments. He could see by the movements of my body that I was 
beginning to enjoy the feel of his finger fucking my ass. He pulled it out 
slowly and said, 'I think you're about ready for the main fireworks, now, 
babe.' He stood up next to the bed, so I could see his beautiful body in the 
dim light of morning. Then he took some more of the vaseline and greased up 
his rod, which was standing out like a ten-inch billy, jerking and falling 
with little spasms of impatience and anticipation. 

"Realizing then what was coming, I told Jim that I wasn't sure about it. 'I 
know you're not. But I am,' he replied. 'I know what I'm doing, Julie, so 
just don't fight it. It will be so much better if you don't resist me. 
You've got to relax.' I began to feel a little better with his reassuring 
words and decided to try to relax as much as possible. 

" 'Okay, now I'm going to slide underneath you, Julie and you'll be lying on 
top of me, with your back against my stomach.' Jim slipped beneath me and 
the slack in the silk cords pulled taut, holding me tightly against Jim. I 
couldn't move much at all. I felt his prick slide up between the cheeks of 
my rear end and then felt the mushroom head focus on the center of my round 
tight sphincter. 

"I told Jim that I didn't see how I could take his gigantic shaft up my ass, 
but he made no reply. He simply began feeling me up, his arms wrapped around 
my body, his hands cupping and squeezing my tits. His warm lips came in 
contact with the sensitive part of my neck just below the earlobes and I 
began to feel waves of heat building up in my whole body. 

"Jim was gyrating his ass under me and I could feel his huge: cock sliding 
back and forth between the cheeks of my butt and the friction of his rod 
moving in and out between my buns was really a blast. 

" 'Isn't that good?' Jim whispered into my ear. I could only moan with 
agreement and he knew I loved it. Jim kept massaging my breasts with one 
hand, while his other hand crept down along my stomach, over my belly hole 
and landed on top of my pussy. A finger began inching between the lips of my 
cunt, working its way to my clitoris. I writhed in agony and ecstasy as Jim 
loved me with his hands and his mouth and his cock and I made half-conscious 
attempts to break the bonds which locked me into position on top of him. I 
wanted to cling to his body, but all I could do was struggle hopelessly, 
letting him ravage me in every way he wanted. I was his victim now and he 
knew it. 

"His cock was stiff and unbending and I could feel the huge head of his 
penis shoving against the opening of my asshole. Very gently at first, Jim 
was keeping the head of his cock pressed firmly against my asshole, slowly 
but surely increasing the pressure against the opening of my anus. Vaguely, 
I began to feel the muscles around my anus give way to the pressure of his 
head as it kept shoving deeper and deeper into the opening of my anus. Then, 
with a sucking noise, the head of Jim's prick slipped quickly inside the rim 
of my opening and I groaned from the little burst of pain. 

"Jim said, 'Okay, now, just don't move. Let's take it slow and easy.' He 
gave me several moments to allow my anus muscles to stretch as much as they 
could, making room for his rocket like prod. I told Jim that it wasn't 
hurting anymore and he slowly began inching his cock further into me. I 
could feel the friction between my ass rim and his staff as it penetrated 
further and further into the depths of my rectum. I could feel my insides 
move and make way for this new creature, the strange snake which had found a 
new home to crawl into. My stomach could feel the pressure of his meaty 
stiffness rising further and further, shoving deeper and deeper into my 
intestines and I felt like a stuffed chicken. I was beginning to have doubts 
about being able to take any more of it. 

"Suddenly, Jim gave a quick thrust and shoved his staff into my ass as far 
as it would go. I screamed quickly and he said, 'You've got it all, baby! 
How does it feel?' I told him that it felt so wonderful I couldn't even 
describe it. Jim began to pump in and out, very steadily and smoothly. I 
could feel his giant stinger thrusting and stabbing, slowly at first, then 
getting faster and more violent with each passing minute. My bowels heated 
up like a blast furnace and I felt faint from the fantastic sensations of 
pleasure and rapturous pain that began to rack my body. My womb and vagina 
must have been glowing red-hot from the heat building up in my ass and it 
felt like a volcano was erupting between my legs. Jim was right about the 
pain. 

"There was just enough pain to make me realize that I wanted more and I 
wriggled like a stuck pig on top of Jim's stomach, trying to escape from 
madness, yet wanting to fall even deeper into this well of sinful pleasure 
Jim had created for me. He was holding me down against him with his muscular 
arms, squeezing my bulging breasts, pumping his club in and out like the 
piston of an engine inside my ass. I was half conscious with delirium, mad 
with thunderbolts of pleasure and I told Jim I thought I was going to 
explode any second. 

"The next thing I remember was Jim calling the big boxer. 'Bruce! Bruce! Up 
here, boy!' The huge dog ran and leaped up on the bed and stood over me, his 
rear haunches trembling just above my crotch. Then Jim commanded, 'Fuck! 
Fuck Julie, Bruce! Fuck, boy!' Bruce moved in between my thighs, his front 
legs straddling my breasts, his heavy breath falling hotly into my face. 
Then I felt the tip of the dog's prod touch my crotch and when he felt the 
head of his rod slip in between the lips of my pussy, he forced it in 
further with quick animal jerks. I felt his balls swinging and slamming 
against the bottom part of my slit, banging into my thighs just below my 
cunt, while his slimy piercing rod kept growing thicker and longer, plunging 
deeper and harder into my vagina. I think I began screaming incoherently, 
because Jim had to hold his hand over my mouth to keep me quiet. 'Shut up or 
you'll have the little old woman in the next apartment over here with the 
cops!' His words simmered me down. 

"A few moments later, Jim called Maggie, the other boxer, up on the bed. She 
jumped up and Jim helped her straddle over my head. Then Jim patted her on 
the rump and she squatted on my face in a pissing position, so that my mouth 
was engulfing her dog pussy. I smelled the fur around her opening, then let 
my tongue reach up and lick into the opening of her fuck hole. She must have 
liked it, because she sat firmly upon my face and I was lost in dog fur. My 
tongue found the opening of her cunt again and began easing its way inside 
her. I tasted the hot mucous fluids of her vagina and felt the spasms of her 
cunt squeeze my tongue as I thrust it into her as far as I could. Then all 
hell broke loose as Jim started making man-groans and began to fuck my ass 
so hard and fast I thought it was going to split. Bruce, stiff and 
trembling, hunched and shoved his big bone harder and deeper into my canal, 
while I sucked away at Maggie's convulsing pussy. Then the world exploded 
and I saw rockets, shooting stars and fireworks. I couldn't choke back the 
screams as electric jolts of ecstasy and pleasure ripped into my body. I was 
getting the fuck of my life, from both sides. Jim was shooting his hot thick 
milk into my ass, while Bruce's throbbing canine cannon was searing my cunt 
with boiling squirts of his dog cream. I kept screaming, 'God, Jim, goddam, 
fuck, God, shit! Don't stop, son of a bitch, I'm coming! I'M COMING!' Torn 
by wave after wave of unbearable physical rapture, I finally passed out." 

It is "unfortunate" for Jim and Julie that they were forced to disclose 
their bestial behavior when "the little old woman in the next apartment" 
eventually discovered what was going on and "blackmailed" them into seeing a 
psychiatrist. But, it is "fortunate" that the matter was never brought to 
the attention of the police, thanks to the growing understanding in the 
fields of medicine, psychology, social work, church leaders, law enforcement 
agencies and lastly, even among members of society at large. 

We can understand, from the foregoing analyses, the puzzle of forces which 
acted upon the lives of Jim and Julie, the forces which brought them into 
close sexual contact with their dogs. We have ob served the events in Jim's 
early childhood, which initially exposed him to sexuality and bestiality and 
the continuing pattern throughout his growth which helped crystallize and 
focus Jim's sexual urges along peculiar paths. 

Under Jim's direction and guidance, it is not difficult to understand how 
easily Julie was led into a period of eroticism and sensuality with his 
dogs. Julie, being extremely sexual and passionate naturally and being 
deeply in love with Jim, was gently but quickly led into participating in 
the bizarre scenes of sexualism we have observed in this case history. 

But Man continues to learn more and more about himself and year by year 
broadens his understanding of himself and his relationship with the 
universe. In the words of the great psychologist, Carl G. Jung: 

The Self is often symbolized as an animal, representing our instinctive 
nature and its connectedness with one's surroundings. This relation of the 
Self to all surrounding nature and even to the cosmos probably comes from 
the fact that the nuclear atom of our psyche is somehow woven into the whole 
world, both outer and inner. 

CHAPTER TWO A Tiger in Her Tank 

"I remember when I first met Carlos. I was twenty years old and had been 
with the circus for about ten years. I had grown up in the circus and after 
my folks had passed on, I stayed with the circus and eventually got my own 
act going with this beautiful tiger named Raja. One night, as I was getting 
ready to sack out for the night in my wagon, I heard a knock on my door. 
When I opened the door, I recognized the face of the new guy in the circus, 
some clown with a bear. 

" 'Yeah?' I said as I stood there in the doorway, sipping on a can of beer. 
I never will forget the funny expression on his face as he gave my body the 
once-over with his dark, Latin eyes. He was trying to be suave and smooth, 
but I could tell that he was lusting after me like I was the only woman in 
town. 'Yeah?' I said again. 'Whataya want?' 

"He finally came to life and started talking with that kinda sexy Spanish 
accent. 'Escuse me, senorita, but I just wanted to tell you how much I liked 
your act with el tigre. You know ... the tiger.' 

" 'Oh, yeah,' I said with a smile. 'C'mon in. I was just getting ready to 
sack out-you know-hit the hay.' He didn't seem to understand what I meant. I 
said, 'You know, the bed, the bed!' Suddenly he beamed and smiled with 
pleasure and said, 'Oh, si, senorita. The bed.' 

"He came in and we chatted for a while, drank a couple of beers, shot the 
shit about circus life and the weather and got to be real good friends right 
away. I'm like that, see. If I like somebody, I like 'em and I let 'em know 
it without beating around the bush. Shit, life is short. Anyway, like it was 
burning up with heat in that wagon and finally I slipped off my robe and sat 
there on the edge of my bed in my bra and panties. 'Are you as hot as I am, 
Carlos?' I asked. He smiled and replied, 'Oh, si, senorita. Mucho caliente!' 

"Then Carlos took off his shirt and sat on the little stool next to the bed. 
It was then that I noticed what a body he had. Shoulders and arms like you 
wouldn't believe. Not too much, don't get me wrong. But sleek, like a cat. 
And his skin was deep brown, with little droplets of sweat beading down from 
his neck and from under his arms. 'How old are you, Carlos?' I asked him. 
'How old I am? I am going to twenty-six!' he answered, smiling. 

"As we sat and talked, I began to realize that I really was beginning to dig 
him. Carlos was a rugged, athletic type, with a strong handsome face. 'Your 
mother must have been very beautiful,' I said impulsively. 'Why is that, 
senorita?' asked Carlos. I replied, 'Because you are so handsome.' 

"I couldn't tell if Carlos actually blushed or not. I think he did, though. 
I guess I might have embarrassed him or something, because he grew kinda 
quiet. Then, I noticed the bulge beginning to grow under his light trousers. 
And if there's anything that gets to me, it's watching a male penis change 
from soft to hard. I sat quietly, glancing slyly at the crotch of his pants, 
watching the bulge get bigger and bigger. I saw it jerk and jump in little 
spasms of excitement and I knew that Carlos was going to get into it before 
the night was over. 

"Finally, I couldn't stand it any longer. I got up off the bed, with nothing 
on but my bra and panties and stood there in front of Carlos. I gotta tell 
you, that poor guy nearly shot his wad right then and there, staring right 
into my boobs. 'Senorita,' he said shakily, as he slowly stood up from his 
footstool. When he stood up, I could see the outline of his huge cock 
through his trousers. 'Carlos,' I whispered. 

"He reached up and began slipping the bra straps from my shoulders and I 
reached down and unzipped his pants. God, I was hot I knew Carlos was 
loaded, too. I've been around men long enough to know what's going on. A 
woman learns, a woman learns. I slipped my hand into his fly and nearly 
winced in anticipation as my fingers curled around his thick sweaty shaft. 

"His cock was hot. So hot I could feel with my finger the little beads of 
silvery fluids oozing out of the hole of his prick. And feeling it like that 
made my vagina contort in the anticipation of that big rod pumping hot come 
up my pussy. And it had been about three days since I had had any hanky 
panky with any of the other men around the circus. I didn't care for any of 
them much, however. That is, not until Carlos came along. Carlos had a kind 
of clean-cut sex appeal which really got to me and I was ripe for a good 
screwing. I could hardly wait for the feel of his body against mine. 

"Carlos dropped my bra on the floor as he pulled me to him with his strong 
Latin arms. I could smell a wild, animal kind of smell about him that really 
got me turned on and I reeled with the urge to plunge my tongue into his 
delicious mouth. But Carlos had the same idea. Before I could utter a single 
word, he gripped my face in his big hands and brought his voluptuous lips to 
mine, pressing them gently against my moist hungry mouth. I groaned as 
incredible waves of passion ripped through my body, beginning from my knees, 
spreading up through my thighs and crotch and belly, then rippling over my 
swollen boobs. 

"The tip of Carlos's tongue snaked from his mouth and began exploring my 
lips. It slipped between my lips, searching and probing just on the inside 
of my mouth. Then Carlos grabbed me by the hair and holding me a prisoner in 
his grasp, plunged his long, sexy tongue into my mouth. I gulped with 
passion as Carlos flicked his tongue around inside my mouth, darting it 
against the back, thrusting it in and out. God, I thought to myself, as I 
tried to keep myself away from blasting. I was getting hot as hell from his 
lovemaking. It wouldn't take much to start my pussy juices shooting all over 
the place and Carlos was getting to me, but fast! I pulled away from his 
mouth and gasped, 'Oh, daddy, better not-I can't take it much longer.' When 
I said that, it just made Car los go wild with passion. He moved his mouth 
to mine again and wiggled his tongue even deeper than before into my mouth. 
Then one of his hands went to my cunt and started squeezing it gently. 

"Fighting my emotions didn't help much. In fact, I think it made it worse. 
The more I fought, the more I knew I was really falling for this clown with 
the bear. I hung there limply in Carlos's arms while he slowly and sexily 
began to withdraw his tongue from my mouth. I sucked on it, hoping to keep 
it for myself a little longer. I wanted to suck all the juices from his 
mouth and drink them down hotly. I wanted to suck Carlos into me, to eat 
him, to possess him all the way. 

"At the end of his fuck-tongue kiss, he picked me up like I was a feather 
and whirled me around, laughing. I squealed like a schoolgirl and this must 
have really got him excited, for he kept whirling me around, again and 
again, faster and faster until the room was spinning insanely. I giggled and 
screamed as Carlos laughed and whirled me around and around. Suddenly, I was 
falling, sinking. The next thing I knew I was on the bed, looking up into 
Carlos's sparkling eyes. I was falling, all right. Falling in love with this 
crazy, beautiful guy. 

"Carlos slipped a hand lightly down along my back, sending little tingles of 
electricity shooting through my body. Then his hand slid into my panties, 
over the cheeks of my ass and slowly eased my panties all the way down. As 
he let the lace undies fall to the floor, he tickled his wet tongue into the 
little cleft between my bulging breasts. Then he licked the nipples, making 
them stand erect and firm like little cocks. 

"Carlos stood up to take off his pants. I gazed hungrily at his figure in 
the dim light of the cabin, watched him as he let the trousers fall to the 
floor and slip from his feet. God, what a beautiful animal I suddenly found 
before me. Little curls of black hair tufted around each nipple on his chest 
and a thin line of black hair descended down along the middle of his chest, 
over his stomach and down to his cock. Jesus! My mouth must have opened in 
amazement as I saw his prick jerk and bob in front of me. 

"Carlos's rod was straight and erect like the shaft of a spear and the head 
of his cock was swollen with pride and confidence, bulging with desire to 
plunge itself deep into my throbbing vagina. Oh, God, I had never seen such 
a hunk of man in all my years with the circus. 'Carlos,' I whispered. My 
heart was pounding as I reached out with a trembling hand to grasp his cock, 
which pointed towards me with desire. It was so thick, my fingers wouldn't 
even go around it. 

"Carlos moved in, took my head in his hands and guided my face to his box. 
My cheeks and nose felt the black curls of his crotch as Carlos pressed my 
face into his groin. I could tell he wanted me to suck the juices from it. 
And I wanted to do it, but it was so big. I grabbed his cock and licked my 
tongue around it wetly and hungrily. Tonguing around the tip of his fleshy 
mushroom, I tasted the little drops of salty semen oozing from his cock 
slit. His shaft jerked uncontrollably from the stimulation of my tongue 
licking around it. My hands roamed below the throbbing dick and found his 
balls hanging like two huge oysters, thick and heavy with the juices of his 
manhood. 

"Carlos made little gasping moans as my lips began to slip over the huge wet 
head of his prick. I curled my tongue around the head, circling first in one 
direction, then the other. He trembled and shuddered in animal delight as my 
lips continued to slide further and further down over his enormous shaft. 
All the while, my mouth had started to build up a powerful suction and my 
tongue was still circling around and around the barrel of his powerful gun. 
I could feel the little jerks and in voluntary spasms in the muscles of his 
cock as my sucking mouth continued to take it all in and my jaws felt like 
they were being unmercifully stretched. But I was determined to have every 
inch of his incredible piece of meat in my mouth. 

"Carlos rubbed his hands through my hair, massaging my head and neck as I 
sucked away on his delicious fuck-rod. He stood, trembling, in front of me 
as I took in more and more of his big prod into my mouth. My hands roamed 
into the crack of his ass, felt the little curly black hairs growing around 
his ass and squeezed his huge balls, urging them to give up their saps, 
begging them to let me taste the hot creams boiling within them. There was 
nothing I wanted more than to feel the power of Carlos's prong shooting 
thick globs of steaming come into my mouth. 

"Carlos groaned. 'Do it, baby. Oh, yeah, you know how to do it. Suck it, 
Peggy. That's it' His words made me hungry for his cock honey and I threw my 
head forward, forcing his bulging prick head to slide deeper into the back 
of my throat. I almost choked, but it didn't matter. I could only think of 
the blast of burning jelly which would soon be spurting against the back of 
my throat. 

"Pretty soon, I realized that Carlos was on the verge of a tremendous 
ejaculation, an ejaculation which would flood my mouth with his bittersweet 
come. I was getting so hot myself that I knew I could go in a flash, without 
warning, if I didn't force myself to cool down. But I couldn't cool down. I 
had lost all control. I had no desire to cool down. I only wanted to explode 
into bliss with Carlos. I wanted to feel the shots of his big cannon 
blasting off in my mouth. I wanted to choke on the cups of quivering jellies 
which would soon be shooting off into my throat. 

"Suddenly, Carlos snapped my head away from his cock and holding me by the 
hair with one hand he slapped me hard across the face. My cheek burned with 
the sting of his passion and I was stunned at this sudden spark of violence. 
I could tell by the look on his face, however, that it was a slap of animal 
lust, not anger. Then Carlos fell on top of me on the bed and kissed me, 
plunging his long snaking tongue into my mouth. I was on the edge of a 
screaming orgasm. I knew it would be better than any orgasm I had ever had 
in my life. 'Carlos, Carlos,' I sighed, writhing in his arms beneath his 
active body. 'Carlos, baby, I'm going mad ... baby, baby, give it to me!' I 
cried. This time, Carlos bounced almost straight up in the air, did a 
complete turn and landed on top of me in a sixty-nine position. As his lean 
strong body fell back on top of me, my mouth was just under the point of his 
diving cock. I opened my mouth just in time. The head of his glistening 
shaft plunged downward, ramming into my gaping mouth. The bulging bomb 
jammed all the way down into my throat and I was sure I was going to choke, 
but I didn't care. I had what I wanted. In fact, I was getting more than I 
had expected. My mouth was really stretching as Carlos plugged it with his 
swollen organ. I felt the glands sliding and forcing its way deep into my 
throat, swelling and growing, about to burst with searing loads of cock 
cream. 

"As Carlos pumped his huge shaft in and out of my throat, he plunged his 
face into my crotch, sinking his nose between the lips of my sticky pussy. 
At the same time, his tongue dated in and flickered all over my stiffened 
clit. I jumped and squirmed in ecstasy, but I was held down by Carlos's 
athletic body, his strong arms pinning me to the bed beneath him. I was held 
fast in his embrace and no matter how much I turned and wriggled in pain and 
pleasure there was no escape from the bliss and magic of his animal 
lovemaking. He was tearing my soul apart with pure physical rapture. 

"Soon, Carlos brought his tongue from my clit to the opening of my vagina. I 
screamed, or choked. I don't remember. I knew that he was getting ready to 
jam his tongue into my cunt. My body stiffened and convulsed with pleasure 
as I waited for it. Then it happened. He rammed his tongue hard into my 
pussy and at the same time dug his chin into my nest so that it rubbed over 
my pulsating clit. I gasped and groaned and jerked, unable to stand the 
tormenting waves of joy which poured over my en tire body. I was about to 
come ... I was coming! 

" 'Ooh, mmmm!' I moaned as my body screamed through the first wave of a 
tremendous orgasm. Fluids poured out of my cunt and I could hear Carlos 
sucking them into his mouth with slurping sounds. His hot moist hands were 
holding me by the cheeks of my ass, pressing my cunt hard up against his 
mouth. His tongue darted in and out, in and out, his chin moved in little 
circles over my stiff clit and I felt the second wave hit me. 

"I groaned and sobbed, torn this time by an even greater climax. My senses 
were vibrating like a psychedelic light show as Carlos kept plunging his 
tongue deeper and deeper into my canal and rubbing his chin faster and 
faster over my clit and pussy hairs. My snatch trembled and quivered 
insanely as another tidal wave of pleasure hit me, sweeping my body with 
ripples of bliss. I couldn't believe how long his tongue was, how thick it 
had grown inside my contracting vagina, how it heated up my womb from the 
friction of its thrusts. Then all hell broke loose as Carlos began to shake 
and tremble violently on top of me. 

"Carlos groaned suddenly and wildly. I felt his cock expand and bulge in my 
mouth. Then, with steady jerks and muscular contractions, his cock pumped 
warm juices up through his shaft. I could feel them being forced up through 
the length of his cock, feel them getting ready to shoot off into my mouth. 
Then it happened. Just as I was at the peak of an enormous sea of pleasure 
and joy, Carlos started coming. I could feel his tongue twisting and sliding 
in and out of my cunt as he unloaded his gun. Hot gobs of love cream spurted 
down my throat. His pussy-fucker raged like a volcano, shooting molten loads 
of salty come into my mouth. I choked and gasped for air, but Carlos had my 
head locked between his legs. They clamped on me like a vise. His ramrod 
forced deeper into my throat as it continued pumping cups of thick creamy 
semen. I had to swallow every last drop. And I loved it. I loved the taste, 
the bittersweet flavor of his love juices as they poured and shot from his 
mushroom head. Thick strands of rubbery come tangled over my tongue and slid 
like molten lava down my throat, hot and slimy and milky and delicious. 

"Finally, having spent our passions in this un believable first 
love-session, we began to relax our taut muscles and bodies. Carlos turned 
himself around, so that he lay lightly on top of me. With his Latin lips, 
which were still moist and tasty from my own love juices, he kissed me 
passionately, easing his tongue into my mouth, let ting the juices and pussy 
come in his mouth mingle with thick saliva and cock cream in mine. We lay 
there in each other's arms, sweating and panting, blissful and happy. Carlos 
started giggling like a kid and his mirth got to me. Soon, I was giggling 
with him. We were like two teenage adolescents experiencing our first 
romance. But soon our giggles faded and we both drifted off into a deep and 
restful sleep." 

Peggy was a young, extremely attractive and basically a very affectionate 
and sensual person. She loved making love to men. She had developed strong 
fixations around the male phallus and due to her extremely passionate 
nature, she was easily seduced into the raptures of lovemaking by any male 
who pointed a large erect-organ in her direction. 

Peggy grew up in the circus. Her parents had been performing with animal 
acts of various kinds for many years, mostly with big cats-lions and 
cheetahs and briefly with tigers. When she was thirteen, Peggy almost 
dropped out of the circus life after her mother and father were killed in a 
tragic accident during a show. Her mother was per forming with several lions 
in a big show one night and somehow a pair of elephants had stampeded wildly 
through the big tent, knocking over cages, creating chaos and stomping 
several people to death. Her mother was mauled terribly by one of the 
frightened lions and as her father tried to rush to her aid, he was crushed 
to death by a falling tent pole. Fortunately, Peggy did not witness the 
horrifying incident, for if she had, she might never have recovered from the 
shock of it. When she learned what had happened, she suffered a mild state 
of shock and was sent to live with her bachelor uncle for a while, who was 
himself an old circus hand. 

Apparently, her uncle had the right medicine for Peggy, for soon she was 
back with the circus and anxious to develop an act of her own. By the time 
she was twenty, she had become one of the finest performers in the history 
of the circus and had been given a beautiful young tiger named Raja to keep 
and train for herself. 

She and Raja quickly grew into close friends and it wasn't long before Peggy 
and Raja were working together as smoothly as two ballet dancers. They were 
admired by all who worked in the circus and the old-timers were constantly 
awed by the control which Peggy seemed to have over the cat. It was obvious 
that the relationship between them had developed into one of deep 
understanding, trust and love. 

Little did anyone truly understand the extent of their relationship, 
however. No one ever guessed that Peggy often slept with Raja in his cage, 
talking to him as though he were a human being, giving him love and 
affection and attention, just as she would have given it to a human male. No 
one really understood the incredibly deep knowledge that they had of each 
other. As they performed in the cage during big shows, audiences were amazed 
and shocked at the "chances" Peggy took with her big, ferocious-looking 
tiger. She and Raja worked together like a single organism, a single unit of 
flowing rhythms. Audiences everywhere were stunned and hypnotized by their 
fantastic ritual of pure, almost pagan, movements. To watch them perform 
together was to worship them, to fall in love with them. Peggy and Raja 
were-well-they were one. 

It is easy to understand how Carlos must have fallen under the spell of 
their magic as he watched them for the first time. Carlos was new to the 
circus, taken on temporarily as a clown. Carlos had a beautiful bear named 
Blackie and the pair worked together in a clown act during a part of the 
show. But they were not stars, by any means. They did not have that special 
greatness, whatever it is, that makes stars. 

As Carlos watched Peggy and Raja for the first time, we can well imagine the 
feelings of awe and admiration that must have swelled in his breast. It 
might be said that Carlos fell in love. But did Carlos fall in love with 
Peggy? Or did he fall in love with Peggy "and Raja, the single unit which 
danced and flowed and undulated in primitive animal motions inside the big 
gold cage? The answer to this question is revealed as Peggy continues her 
dramatic story. In this case history of bestiality, we see the relationship 
between Peggy and Carlos grow into something bizarre and uncontrollable, 
ending ultimately in an explosive and tragic climax. 

"After Carlos and I had spent our bodies and our passions in our very 
passionate first sexual get-together, we drifted off into a deep, trancelike 
sleep on my bed. After a while, I had a terrifying dream in which a mounting 
conflict developed between Carlos and my tiger, Raja. I can't really 
remember the dream except for that awful feeling of highly charged emotion 
between Raja and Carlos and my being caught somewhere in the middle of it. I 
awoke with a strong urge to go immediately to Raja's cage and make sure that 
he was all right. Somehow, I was worried about him. 

"Getting out of bed softly, so I wouldn't wake up Carlos, I slipped on my 
robe and slippers and quietly crept out of the wagon. I made my way in the 
darkness toward Raja's cage. It must have been around three or four in the 
morning and the circus grounds were deserted. It was chilly and I hurried to 
Raja's cage, knowing that it would be warm there with him. 

"As Raja saw me approach, he greeted me with a little groan. I quickly 
opened the lock and entered. Raja was at my side right away, licking my hand 
with his huge wet tongue. We went to the opposite corner, where it was so 
dark that I knew we would not be seen by anyone if they should happen to 
pass near the cage. We both sat down in the corner, cuddling into one 
another like we often did. 

"No one ever knew it, but many nights I would sneak to Raja's cage and sleep 
there with him nearly all night, returning to my tent before day break, 
before anyone else woke up. 

"Raja purred into my face like a kitten and licked my mouth. I love the feel 
of Raja's big hot tongue on my face and mouth. I could tell he was in the 
mood for some love and affection and being close to him like that, feeling 
his breath steaming in my face and on my breasts, really got to me. I liked 
it. It got me hot, sexually. I knew Raja only too well and he knew me. He 
understood what we meant to each other. He knew that I would be un able to 
resist him and he knew, or seemed to know, how to make me go out of my mind 
with passion and lust for him. 

"I snuggled deep into his thick fur, burrowing my way toward the thing I 
love most in life-Raja's great big penis. My hand grasped it as it still lay 
sheathed in its furry pouch. Raja turned just enough to give me more room to 
sink into him, to sink in between his strong, beautiful legs, wanting me to 
squeeze and caress his tiger cock, waiting for me to take his enormous black 
balls into my mouth. 

"Gradually, his big prick began to swell and grow. Then I felt the very tip 
of it start to emerge from its soft house of fur. Tingles of excitement grew 
quickly in my stomach and bowels as I felt the tip slide out further and 
further, growing and swelling and bulging into the great shaft which I 
wanted so much. My face was between Raja's legs, lost in his masculine fur 
and I felt the steely muscles under his skin ripple and vibrate with his 
growing sexual lust for me. My hips were embraced by Raja's front legs as we 
lay there, my face lost in the flexing muscles of his groin and his tongue 
lapping rhythmically into my juicing cunt. He sure knew how to turn me on, I 
can tell you. 

"Raja's black balls swung heavily into my cheeks and his sex organ was now 
fully extended. His hot, slick, throbbing tiger tool jumped and jerked in 
response to my finger as it slid along the slimy long shaft, from tip to 
balls. Parting my lips, I let my tongue slide out and lap over Raja's balls 
as they hung there in their big juicy sacks. 

"Then I opened my mouth wider and let them plop heavily between my lips, 
filling the cavity of my mouth completely. I tasted the animal taste of his 
huge balls and smelled the musky smell of his body. I always got horny when 
I smelled the odors around his cock. I was always drawn into a kind of 
animal world of lust and sensuality and passion. 

"My hand roamed all over his rear end. I felt his huge shaft bounce and 
twitch nervously, poked my finger into the pucker of his asshole, felt his 
rectum muscles squeeze and get tight around my finger as it wriggled around 
inside his ass. He seemed to love it. His tongue lapped deeper and juicier 
into my swelling pussy lips and this made me writhe in great physical 
pleasure. I couldn't get enough. 

"I was getting hot fast and I didn't know how much more I could stand before 
blasting. Raja held me tightly in his front legs and was nuzzling into my 
dripping pussy with gusto, slurping and sucking at the sticky love juices 
which oozed out of my hot vagina. Giving up Raja's balls, I placed the tip 
of his jerking cock between my lips and flicked my tongue back and forth 
across it. Raja went wild with that and with a quick lurch of his body he 
shoved it suddenly, plunging it forcefully into my mouth. It was slick and 
slimy and I was drowned in an ocean of animal fluids and secretions, 
drinking them down, sucking them into my stomach. Raja's huge tiger cock was 
thicker than any human prick I had ever eaten before, but I was able to take 
all of its mass into my mouth because of the slick lubricating animal 
jellies which oozed from the head of his dick. Raja thrust it in deep, 
ramrodding his tiger tool into my throat like a jackhammer. 

"Shortly, I sensed that we were both getting ready to shoot off. I felt the 
increasing tempo of Raja's hunches, felt the sudden swelling of his already 
bursting prod as he socked it to me, pumping his penis in and out, in and 
out, faster and faster, deeper and deeper into my throat. God, I thought I 
would choke. It was stretching my mouth to hell, ripping back and forth 
across my tongue, banging into the back of my throat. Then I knew it was 
about to happen. I could feel his jerking rod grow even harder and stiffer 
than it already was; it vibrated viciously. Then, with a final forceful 
stab, he rammed it hard into my mouth and let out a little growl. He was 
blasting and shooting thick hot wads of tiger come into my throat. God, I 
could taste it, taste the animal jelly that I loved so much. His sperm shot 
like hot bullets from the tip of his prod and spurted against the back of my 
throat so fast. I thought I would choke. 

"As he kept pumping his boiling juices into me, I moaned and twisted as I 
began to shoot and give up my love juices to him. Raja was digging into my 
cunt lips with his wet tongue, jabbing his big nose again and again on my 
clit. He pinned me to him with his front paws as I moaned and wriggled in 
orgasm. His steaming mouth bobbed against my pussy and his tongue went 
deeper into my snatch, sending shivers of lust through my body. Then he had 
me pinned under his big body so I couldn't move. And his thick cat-tongue 
kept eating my drooling cunt, moving over my clit, then digging down into my 
love tunnel. He kept sliding it in and out furiously; then all shit broke 
loose as I blasted right into his furry face. I felt like a rocket blasting 
off from earth, I guess. I grabbed his balls and squeezed them, sucked them 
into my mouth again. Then I went back to his still dripping tiger shaft and 
drew it deep into my mouth. He was still squirting little drops of strange 
tasting semen and it made me almost pass out from the excitement I kept on 
coming into his face. I don't know how long it lasted, but it was great. 
Raja kept fucking my mouth with his throbbing dick, filling it with his hot 
sperm. And my exploding cunt kept on convulsing over his nose and tongue, 
releasing my own pussy creams which he loved so much." 

In regards to the phenomenon of bestiality, one might go on asking the 
question: But why? And one just might always find the same answer: But why 
not? In this particular instance, that is, the case of Peggy and Raja, there 
seem to be four main reasons for the growth and development of bestial 
behavior. 

First of all, Peggy was basically a sexual, sensual type of person by 
nature. She possessed a certain freedom of spirit, a certain wildness which 
allowed her to express her very strong, animalistic, physical passions. She 
was not a shy person. Indeed, she was a girl who was considered to be quite 
aggressive by most of the men who knew her well. 

Secondly, Peggy had a peculiar psychological quirk, which was an outgrowth 
of the tragedy in which her father and mother had been killed. As was stated 
earlier, they had been tragically killed during a show when a pair of 
elephants stampeded through the tent. Peggy's mother had been mauled to 
death by her lions; Peggy's father, in trying to save his wife, was crushed 
to death when a tent pole fell on him in the chaos. There can be no doubt 
that this unfortunate experience left deep scars on Peggy's psyche. From the 
strictly psychological viewpoint, it may be seen as a classic case of morbid 
transformation, for in the sublimated form of her love for Raja, Peggy, 
unconsciously, was striving to work out her great sadness and loss, 
repressed and disguised though it was. 

Thirdly, Peggy, in growing up around the circus, had been exposed to rough 
men, transients, circus performers and animals of all kinds-horses, 
elephants, lions, tigers, bears, dogs and so on. Many times she had seen the 
naked bodies of the men as they changed their costumes, or when they took 
their quick showers in the community shower stalls. Many times she had 
watched animals copulate with each other. All of these physical activities 
fascinated her and she developed an unbreakable fixation on the phallus. The 
penis of any large animal came to signify the joy of living, the bliss of 
physical animal passion. 

Fourthly, Peggy and Raja had come to form a uniquely close and intimate 
relationship, an immensely strong bond of love and friendship and trust. 
Peggy had discovered, during months of training and close intimacy with 
Raja, that the more she lavished love and affection on him, the more 
cooperative and lovable he became. Needless to say, it can certainly be 
understood how such a trend would inevitably culminate in a sexual 
expression. 

One may find numerous examples of bestial romances, love affairs between 
humans and lower animals, in man's history. Such affairs are not peculiar to 
any one culture. They may be found in all cultures, in every corner of the 
world. The more one looks, the more one becomes convinced of their 
legitimacy, for the term "normal" has meaning only insofar as we care to 
understand its validity in relationship with the term "frequency." 

In his great and final work, Man and His Symbols, Jung tells us of man's 
erotic fascination with animals and describes this behavior as part of man's 
way to come to understand himself. I quote from Jung's work: 

The Self is often symbolized as an animal, representing our instinctive 
nature and its connectedness with one's surroundings. Often the Self is 
represented as a helpful animal, a symbol of the psyche's instinctual basis. 
In fact, passion that goes beyond the natural measure of love ultimately 
aims at the mystery of becoming whole ... 

Throughout man's history, as we examine his art, his literature, his 
religions, his mythologies, his heroes, we find an incredible number of 
examples which illustrate and document man's continuing love affair with the 
beasts of the world. For instance, all of us have been told of satyrs, those 
man-goat creatures of ancient Greek mythology. The satyr has sometimes been 
referred to as the lecherous woodland deity. Everywhere we turn, we run into 
animals which are human, or humans that are animal: centaurs, those 
blissful, lovely creatures which are part horse and part man; the minotaur, 
who is part man and part bull. 

The old saying, "dog is man's best friend," may not be far from the truth in 
many ways. The statement undoubtedly has hidden significance for us; 
otherwise, why would the comment have been uttered in the first place. There 
seem to be more than just a few observable reasons that would make the claim 
a valid one. Look at our fascination with dog stories: Rin-tin-tin, Lassie, 
King (of the Royal Canadian Mounted Police) and the list continues. We love 
to see dogs fulfill our own hidden dreams. We imagine the dog-hero rushing 
to the rescue of the beautiful heroine. We imagine our selves exploring into 
the deep forests of uncharted territory, accompanied by our fearless canine 
companion. We weep crocodile tears as we watch in rapt silence the moving 
love story about a boy and a dog. 

There are literally thousands of examples in man's history and imagination 
which betray his love and romance with the beasts of the fields, animals as 
living symbols in sublimated love-roles of heroes, lovers, saviors, gods and 
devils. Often these figures are symbolic of man's eternal striving to relate 
with the archetypes of his psyche. Jung describes a dream of a 47-year-old 
man: 

I am on a platform and below me I see a huge, black, beautiful she-bear with 
a rough but well-groomed coat. She is standing on her hind legs and on a 
stone slab she is polishing a flat oval black stone, which becomes 
increasingly shiny. After a while, the she-bear turns into a fat, naked 
woman with black hair and dark, fiery eyes. I behave in an erotically 
provocative way toward her and she moves nearer in order to catch me. I get 
frightened and take refuge ... 

Such a dream is simply another illustration of man's deep and profound 
connection with animals, his relation to them and the bearing which animals 
play on men's psyche. Greek mythology is full of animals who symbolize gods. 
Zeus, the father of the gods, often approaches a girl whom he desires in the 
form of an animal, such as a swan, a bull, or an eagle. We see him in the 
form of a large swan as he seduces and ravages Leda. Even in Christianity, 
animal symbolism plays a surprisingly great part. Three evangelists have 
animal emblems: St. Luke, the ox; St. Mark, the lion; and St. John, the 
eagle. Even Christ himself appears symbolically in the form of several 
animals-the lamb of God, the fish, the serpent on the cross, the lion, and 
in rare instances, the unicorn. Strong indications indeed that man, even the 
supreme personification of man in Christ, can no more dispense with his 
animal nature than with his higher spiritual nature. In itself, the animal 
is neither good nor evil; it is a piece of nature. All animals obey their 
instincts. These urges may often seem mysterious to us, but more and more we 
come to realize that the foundation of human behavior and human nature is 
instinct. 

Peggy and Carlos, as we shall see, get involved in a relationship which at 
first seems to be sexually fulfilling. But fate introduces a bizarre twist 
of unexpected chaos and brings the episode to an ironic end, the second 
tragedy in Peggy's involvement with man and beast. 

At this point, let us return to the story and pick it up at the point where 
Peggy and Raja have just finished indulging themselves in a blissful bestial 
encounter. 

"After Raja and I had released our passions into each other, I lay there for 
a while with him, cuddled up warmly in his thick heavy warm fur. Then, being 
very quiet, I crept back to my wagon, where I expected to find Carlos still 
sleeping in my bed. But he was gone. I figured that he had awakened to find 
me gone and had decided to return to his own wagon. I flopped into bed, 
dreaming about Carlos and Raja. But mostly I dreamed of Raja, for I knew 
deep inside that I loved my big Raja more than anything else in the world. 
Raja and I were-well, we were special. We belonged to each other in a very 
special way. 

"The next evening, very late, Carlos came to visit me again and he invited 
me to go to his wagon and meet his bear, Blackie. So I went, expecting to 
have a pleasant little chat for a few minutes, maybe drink a beer with 
Carlos. But it turned out to be one of the wildest nights of my life. 

"As we entered Carlos's wagon, I saw Blackie loafing on the bed. Carlos, 
leading me by the hand, politely and gently introduced me to Blackie, who 
licked my hand in a very friendly way and grunted hello. Then he rolled over 
on his back and brazenly exposed his 'manhood.' God, it was the first time I 
had ever been so directly approached by a bear. And this bear was really 
hot, I could tell. I mean, when you see any penis on any animal stiff and 
jerking, you know he's hot. Right? I turned to Carlos and my mouth popped 
open in surprise to find him standing there with his fly unzipped and his 
big pecker swinging with a half hard on. Carlos smiled broadly and sexily, 
but didn't say anything. I was caught between two very enormous male pricks. 
I must confess, I kinda liked the feeling. Blackie reached out with his nose 
and poked it between the cheeks of my ass, startling me. At this, Carlos 
laughed and said, 'Oh, senorita, Blackie he must really like you. I can 
tell.' I had to laugh, also, because the two of them were just like little 
boys, full of sexy mischief. 

"Carlos let his pants fall to the floor and kicked them off. He came over to 
me and embraced me in his arms, holding me tightly while Blackie nuzzled his 
nose further into the crevice of my cheeks and I could feel the steamy hot 
breath blowing from his nostrils right onto my asshole. And Carlos's cock 
was shoving up against my cunt, forcing itself inside the lips of my pussy 
so that the head was pushing and rubbing against my clitoris. That was all 
it took to melt me. I parted my panting lips, licking them with my moist 
tongue, indicating to Carlos that I hungered for his mouth. 

"I got his mouth, hard and hot, smacking on my lips, sucking my tongue, 
pulling it like a vacuum into his mouth. The fluids from my mouth shot into 
Carlos's mouth and I could feel the movements of his throat and tongue as he 
drank my thick saliva down. Carlos's hands were pushing my panties down, 
down, down and then I felt the cool tip of Blackie's nose jam roughly into 
my ass, nosing in between my cheeks, homing in on my ass hole. His tongue 
began to lap and suck around the opening of my rectum and I could hear his 
wonderful Slurping noises as he drooled deliciously into my rear, while ill 
this had been going on, Carlos had undressed me completely, like a magician. 
And he stood in front of me, pressing his naked body up against mine while 
Blackie continued to thrust his tongue further into the center of my anus. 
It wouldn't be long before the bear would be plunging his long sexy tongue 
deep into my rectum. 

"Carlos had pressed a hand hard up against my cunt and was squeezing the 
bulging nest gently. I moaned with pleasure as I felt his big middle finger 
ease slowly into the lips of my cunt, which was beginning to flow with hot, 
sticky, slippery juices. Deeper and deeper Carlos slid his broad finger into 
my cunt, while he twitched his thumb back and forth across my clit. Jesus, 
it sent me out of my mind when he did that. His middle finger was sliding 
deeper and deeper into my cunt, his thumb was rubbing around erotically over 
my clit, sending sparkles of pleasure throughout my nervous system and his 
hot lips were sucking madly on mine. I could feel his tongue working its way 
into my mouth, forcing and pushing itself without mercy into my throat. 

"All at once, I began to rush towards an orgasm. I couldn't believe that it 
was happening so fast. I had only been there with Carlos and Blackie for six 
or seven minutes, but I was sinking into a screaming, raging orgasm. I 
moaned and tried to twist out of Carlos's arms. I wanted to stop the 
headlong speeding explosion, I wanted to delay it, I wasn't ready. 

"I twisted and squirmed in Carlos's arms, but he clamped himself around me 
like steel. I was caught, struggling helplessly, a cornered animal trying to 
twist away from its captor. But, no matter what I did-push, shove, moan, 
gasp, kick, tremble, vibrate, convulse-nothing would re lease me from the 
clamp of Carlos's strong arms. His mouth was glued to mine by a strong 
suction. I couldn't pull away; I wasn't sure I wanted to pull away and yet I 
think I tried. But Carlos held on, holding me up and holding me still enough 
so that Blackie could dig more and more into my rear end. I felt Blackie's 
tongue hit dead center on my asshole. Then he lurched forward, pressing his 
nose right up against my quivering hole and darted his tongue inside my 
anus. God, shit! I couldn't stand it. I tried to scream, but Car los had his 
mouth sucking over mine and his tongue was buried somewhere deep in my 
throat, wiggling and jerking like a snake with its head cut off. I was going 
crazy. Carlos was finger-fucking me fast and furious. He knew what was 
happening to me. It was like magic. He prodded and pumped his big finger in 
and out of my pulsating cunt and massaged his thumb all over my erect and 
prong like clit. My cunt was flooded with syrupy, gooey oils; the feel of 
his thumb sliding and dancing over my clit was sensational and the feel of 
his big finger as it finger-fucked me like a jackhammer tore my senses. In 
and out of my front end Carlos pumped his finger in a steady fast rhythm; in 
and out of my mouth he darted and plunged and withdrew his juicy Latin 
tongue; in and out of my ass hole slid Blackie's hungry sensual tongue. And 
no matter that I twisted and squirmed, writhed and jerked; there was no 
escaping what was coming. And it was coming fast, now. I knew it. From all 
ends, it was coming at me-from my ass-from my mouth-from my screaming crotch 
... I stiffened and a muffled scream arose from my throat. I was 
shooting-oh, shit-fuck-goddam!-shooting off. 'I'm coming!' I tried to 
scream. My legs shook and kicked at Carlos uncontrollably, my fingers dug 
into his beautiful brown back, my mouth and throat sucked and sucked on his 
tongue, gulping down the juices which he poured from his mouth into mine. 
His finger ramroded in and out of my cunt and I kept on coming and shooting. 
Cups of hot cream boiled and bubbled out of my pussy as I continued to 
orgasm. I even farted uncontrollably into Blackie's face as he sucked away 
on my throbbing anus, sucking all the lotions from my asshole. 

"Gasping and moaning and almost sobbing hysterically with release, I began 
to wilt in Carlos's arms. I had never felt anything like that in my en tire 
life. Never had my young body been so beautifully ravaged by man and beast. 
I groaned and sobbed softly as Carlos laid me gently down onto the bed, next 
to Blackie. I felt Carlos's hot mouth push softly and gently up to my slit. 
His tongue tenderly probed into my pussy, licking and sucking up the still 
hot jellies which simmered within my swollen vulva. I drifted into the 
heavens. I was at peace with the universe. I needed nothing. Nothing. 
Nothing. I slept and dreamed peace fully. 

"I awoke later to the hot, humid lapping of Blackie's tongue on my cunt 
lips. Carlos was lying next to me, fast asleep, but when I yawned, he turned 
gently and opened his eyes. He saw Blackie licking into my pussy and smiled. 
I could see his cock stiffen quickly at the sight and my heart skipped a 
couple of beats with excitement. I had had an explosive orgasm not long 
before, yet I was very passionate and ready for something else. Carlos had 
sent me to great heights of passion and physical pleasure and I was ready 
for a repeat performance of so thrilling and satisfying an experience. 

"Impulsively, I said, 'Carlos, let's go visit Raja. You haven't met him yet. 
I want the two of you to be friends.' Carlos smiled and nodded in agreement; 
we slipped on our clothes loosely and crept out of the wagon quietly, 
leaving Blackie dozing on the bed. It was dark and cool outside and Carlos 
snuggled me under one arm as we walked silently toward Raja's cage. 

"When we got there, Raja rose from his favorite corner and stalked over to 
the cage door. I opened the door and went in. Carlos was timid at first, but 
after Raja sniffed him a few times and licked his hand, I knew it would be 
okay. Finally Carlos and I and Raja were huddled in the darkest corner of 
the cage, cozy and warm like bugs in a rug. 

"The smell of Raja-the stimulating musky animal aroma of his big muscular 
body-hung in the air and turned me on like crazy. I got so horny I reached 
over and groped Carlos's prick, which was as hard as a wooden beam. 

"With my fingers curled around his stiff cock, I could feel it throbbing 
with anticipation, with the thrill of something unusual about to happen. 
Even Carlos's heartbeat was racing. And this made me even hotter. I had 
Carlos on my own playground now. And I got a thrill of knowing that I was in 
command this time. I was the boss and Carlos had to do what I said. I was 
hot with the feeling of power and lust and animal passion as I lowered my 
head and slipped Carlos's thick, swollen cock-head into my hot mouth. 

"I tickled the head of his prick with my tongue as it slid further and 
further into my mouth, growing and bulging and flexing as it responded to 
the tricks of my snakelike tongue. I could taste the first little 
salty-sweet pearls of semen as Carlos got closer and closer to shooting off 
into my mouth. But I was determined to make this one last a little longer. I 
was going to make Carlos shoot the biggest load of his life right down my 
throat. I could hardly wait to feel the thick bursts of bullet-like wads 
bang hotly into my throat and flood my mouth with millions of sperm from 
Carlos's big heavy balls. 

"While I sucked away on Carlos's jerking and jumping cock, I slipped my hips 
between Raja's rear legs. He got the hint. His enormous tiger-tool was 
already sliding out of its furry pouch. I guided his projectile toward the 
opening of my pussy lips and when he felt the tip of his huge prong centered 
just inside my cunt-lips, he hunched violently and shafted it deep into my 
vagina. I gasped with the sensation of Raja's giant tiger-rod stretching the 
walls of my cunt, jiggling inside my pussy. 

"Slithering like a serpent in the hot boiling liquids of my contracting 
pussy-hole, Raja's big prod sent shivers of agonizingly beautiful pleasure 
into my bowels. Shivers of physical ecstasy shook me hard as Raja began to 
poke his long dick deeper and deeper into me. It felt like it was going to 
come up through my stomach, it was so thick and long and curving. The 
pointed head of it kept hit ting and jabbing at my insides, somewhere deep 
in my vagina and it began to create a feeling of consuming heat. 

"Raja began to hunch and hunch, ramming his cock in and out of my bursting 
pussy. The walls of my cunt were stretched to the limits as the thick, 
club-like tiger-bone plugged and rammed with crazy animal passion. I was 
lying on my back on the floor of the cage as Raja squatted over my 
spread-eagled legs, ramming his trembling penis back and forth, hunching it 
in and out, in and out, harder and harder into my screaming burning cunt. I 
choked down the shriek of pain and delight and rapture which tore my body, 
gasping and groaning as Raja kept plunging his enormous pipe to me, faster 
and faster, harder and harder. 

"I was clawing at Carlos, who was beating his meat right in front of my 
face. If he shot, his come would spurt hotly into my face. I opened my mouth 
and Carlos leaned forward and thrust his bursting cock deep into my throat. 
Then he pulled it out and looking down at me, smiled sexily. Suddenly, as 
Raja continued to pump his way to glory inside my scorching, boiling cunt, 
Carlos squatted over my face and lowered his ass right onto my mouth. This 
was a new experience for me. At first I was taken by surprise, but after a 
moment I knew I loved it. My tongue first felt of the little curly hairs 
which tufted around his puckered anus. I licked all around the outside of 
his hole, smelling the erotic odors of his ass as it pressed into my face. 

"My mouth and lips began to suck on the vibrating little hole, hungering 
after the moist tangy oozes which were waiting to be sucked out of Carlos's 
rectum. I grew wild with raging animal-passion as I forced my tongue into 
the crevice of his tight asshole. I reached with my hands and grabbed 
Carlos's bouncing shaft, squeezing it hard. Little beads of slick oily semen 
bubbled out of the swollen head and I lathered the oily creams all over the 
long shaft with my hands as my tongue poked and jabbed deeper into Carlos's 
asshole. His balls swung and slapped me on the chin as Carlos let his entire 
weight rest on my face, forcing my tongue to thrust further into his ass. 

"I wriggled and jerked in fantastic tidal waves of sexual passion as I 
sucked deep and hard on Carlos's shit-hole. I tasted the manly flavors of 
his body as they oozed down through his rectum and flowed like syrup into my 
mouth. I gulped them in, sucking and drinking down the thick fluids from 
Carlos's quivering anus. 

"Suddenly, Carlos groaned loudly and I knew that he was probably getting 
close to shooting all over my breasts. But I wanted those creams to go off 
in my mouth. I wanted to feel them fire into my throat like mortar shells 
while Raja squirted my vagina with his searing tiger come. And I knew the 
great amounts of love jam that Raja could release in one ejaculation. I knew 
only too well that when Raja shot his load into me, it would explode like a 
volcano, like a tornado, flooding my womb and pussy canal with juices, like 
a fire hose quenching a raging fire. 

"Carlos groaned again heavily. I pulled my mouth away quickly from his 
quivering asshole and slapped his hips sharply with my hands. This cooled 
him off just in time. Another moment and he would have shot hot come all 
over my stomach and tits. After a few seconds, I pulled his ass down on my 
mouth again and rammed my tongue into his asshole as deep as I could. He 
gasped and panted and moaned and I slapped the side of his legs hard, still 
thrusting my tongue in and out of his asshole. The muscles of his rectum 
squeezed around my tongue violently, hinting of a beginning ejaculation. I 
slapped Carlos again on his legs and buttocks and back and cooled him off 
just in time again. But I couldn't delay the fireworks much longer. 

"I began to feel my own orgasm build inside. Then I knew it was building 
faster than I had figured it would. My body began to vibrate and writhe as 
Raja crept in closer between my legs, pinning me to the floor as he shoved 
his great cock straight into my cunt, bursting my pussy, stretching it and 
bouncing up and down on my clitoris. His tiger cock inside me was going like 
a heavy jackhammer, ramrodding the shit out of me. The next thing I knew I 
was screaming that I was coming, that I was blasting. I jerked and convulsed 
and then rammed my tongue into Carlos's ass. But Carlos pulled away and then 
shoved his big bursting rod into my mouth. I gasped and groaned loudly. My 
cries were muffled by the full shaft of Carlos's cock plunging into my 
throat. I heard Carlos begin to make little quick moans and they got faster 
and louder as he began fucking my mouth with his meat. I reached around and 
plugged a finger into Carlos's ass and that did it. I felt his already huge 
cock swell suddenly, the head stretching and bulging deep in my throat and I 
heard the gasps and pants from his lips get quicker and quicker. 

"Then everything went red and white and yellow as the three of us stiffened 
in the beginnings of a shoot-off. 'I'm blasting!' I tried to scream as Car 
los exploded big wads of hot thick come into my throat. My body tried to 
arch under Raja's bulky muscular chest as I came. I felt Raja's big dick 
jerk violently inside my boiling pussy as he shot his steaming tiger-oils 
into me. I could feel the fierce squirts of his sperm juices as they blasted 
into my womb and at the same time I could feel the bullets of hot jellies 
bang down my throat as Carlos shot off in my mouth. 

"After what seemed like an eternity of explosions and blasts of sex juices, 
the three of us fell exhausted, panting for breath, trying to recover from 
the ecstasy of the orgy. 

But we didn't have long to rest. Carlos jerked up and gave out a frantic 
yelp. I jumped up, wondering what was wrong. By the time I had come to my 
senses, I saw Raja leap across the cage in a rage. 

"I screamed, 'Raja! Raja!' but it was no use. Blackie, the bear, had 
wandered in through the cage door. We must have forgotten to lock it when we 
entered and Blackie, following our scent, had trailed us to Raja's cage and 
had managed to nudge the cage door open. Now, Raja was tearing him to 
shreds. Carlos and I stood there in shock, stark-naked, not having any 
comprehension of the moment until it was over. 

"Before we knew it, a crowd of men were running and gathering around the 
cage. The violence between Raja and Blackie was over. Blackie lay dead under 
Raja's hulking, panting figure. Carlos and I were still standing in shock, 
naked. Somehow, we managed to get out of the cage without frightening Raja 
any further and that's all I re member. I think I must have collapsed just 
outside Raja's cage. When I regained consciousness, I asked to see Carlos, 
but someone told me that he had left without saying a word." 

Fate is not always kind to us. But were it not for the foolish mistake of 
not securing Blackie somewhere away from the little orgy, everything would 
probably have come to a happy end. But man is not always the master of his 
future, certainly not in this case. Peggy was persuaded by her old uncle, 
with whom she had lived for a while after the death of her parents, to place 
herself under the care of a psychiatrist. It was decided that her future 
health required a careful recovery from the shock of the violence and the 
shock of "exposure." 

Carlos was never heard from again. As far as I know, Peggy is still 
undergoing psychotherapy and psychoanalysis, where this incredible story 
came to light. We must not be too hasty in forming a moral judgment about 
Peggy. She was a girl full of animal passion and animal joy. She could not 
have gone on much further in her life and relationship with Raja without 
eventually being discovered. 

Many Writers, philosophers and artists pose the two conflicting sides of 
man's psyche. On the one hand we see man as a highly cultural, highly re 
fined, conforming organism in terms of his behavior. On the other hand, we 
are, nevertheless, aware of the beast lurking within, the wild creature 
whose basic urges have been pressed, suppressed and repressed with layer 
upon layer of the veneer we so politely refer to as civilization. 

CHAPTER THREE Billy's Filly Folly 

"For a Thursday night, the circus had drawn a huge crowd. The smell of 
animals filled my nostrils and shouts of 'Popocorn! Peanuts!' rang through 
the big top as I stood near the performers' door, watching Karen wind up the 
finale of her dog show. She saw me watching her and flashed me a smile as 
she cracked her whip over Doby's head. Doby, a big male Doberman pinscher, 
sprang up on his hind legs and twirled around in quick jumping movements, 
keeping time with the music being played by the circus band. Then Karen 
cracked her whip again and this time Debbie, a large female collie jumped 
into the act by running in a circle around the dancing Doby. After a few 
more tricks, the act reached a climax and Karen, Debbie and Doby ran past me 
through the door. The applause of the audience roared in my ears as I ran 
after them. 

" 'Let's go to my wagon and have a drink,' Karen said, as I caught up with 
her. 'Think your dogs will let me?' I chuckled in good humor. 'Don't worry 
about Doby and Debbie,' she laughed. 'I think they're beginning to like you 
as much as they like me. I'm the one who should be worried!' 

"We reached her wagon and went inside. Karen began to take her costume off, 
telling me to mix a couple of drinks. I couldn't help snatching glances at 
her lovely body as she stripped. Karen was twenty years old and the most 
gorgeous girl in the whole circus troupe. She knew I was watching her and 
took her sweet-ass time about putting her robe on. 

"I think she knew what she was doing to me. She stood naked in front of the 
narrow full-length mirror, looking at her beautiful slender curves, knowing 
full well that I was drooling at her. A little ripple of anticipation shot 
through my groins and my swelling cock was beginning to show itself through 
my khaki work pants. I finished mixing the drinks and went over to where 
Karen was sit ting on the edge of her small bed. Taking a drink, she noticed 
the bulge in my trousers jerk once or twice. Unzipping my fly, she slipped 
her hand through and grasped my cock. 

" 'Wow! You got a whopper for a boy just turned sixteen, baby! How come 
you're feeling so hot all of a sudden?' she teased me as she pulled my dick 
out of my pants. 

" 'You're the first girl that I ever got to know, Karen. I don't know much 
about women, but I sure would like to be your boyfriend,' I said as I 
reached down and slipped a hand into her loose robe, letting it slide around 
one of her nice round boobs. She moaned a little. 'Ooh, your hands are kinda 
rough, kid, but I love the way they feel against my tits. It makes me want 
to get naked. How do you feel about that?' 

"She didn't have to say anything else. I loosened my belt and my pants 
dropped to the floor. I kicked off my shoes and started unbuttoning my 
shirt. I watched Karen staring at my body from the waist down to my balls. I 
guess she was a little surprised at my muscular development, because when 
I'm wearing a shirt and pants, I give the impression of being on the slender 
side. 

"But now that she saw me with nothing on, she looked at me with that kinda 
hungry look, staring at my cock which jerked in front of her face. Her robe 
fell off her shoulders and she reached out and cupped my balls in her hands. 
Then, still holding my nuts and squeezing them gently, she drew me closer to 
her and as I stood there in front of her next to the bed she sucked my 
swelling ram rod into her mouth. 

" 'Shit,' I whispered with a tremble. Karen moaned real nice as she slid her 
hot mouth up and down over my shaft and I thought sure I was going to blast 
off into her throat any minute. She let her tongue curl around it like a 
snake, sucking on my dick with long slow slides of her head. As my dick slid 
in and out of her hot mouth, I trembled and got weak in the knees and I 
realized for the first time in my life what a kick it was to let a girl suck 
my cock. I never did realize before that the slippery hot lips of a chick 
could feel so damn good. 

"Karen began going faster up and down on my throbbing prick and I started to 
feel the little quivers and spasms down inside me begin to spread over my 
hips and ass. My legs began jerking slightly and Karen, realizing that I was 
getting close to shooting off, slipped one hand back between my legs and up 
the crack of my ass. Shit! I thought I would blow a hole right through the 
back of her head when she did that, but she slowed down her rhythm and 
prevented me from going off. 

"After I cooled down a bit, she massaged her hand back up into the crack of 
my ass again. While she kept squeezing my juicy balls with one hand and 
moving her hot mouth up and down over my bulging shaft, she shoved a finger 
up into the tight muscular crack of my sweaty ass, like she was probing and 
searching for my asshole. It didn't take her long to find it and my body 
jerked in a sort of spasm as her finger, which was slippery from the sweat 
oozing from the skin of my tight ass-cheeks, began rubbing around the rim of 
my shitter. 

"Slowly, she increased the pressure of her finger against my asshole and 
gradually began to insert it into my rectum, all the while continuing to 
squeeze my balls with her other hand and keeping up the steady rhythm of her 
head as it bobbed up and down over my bulging, jerking prick. 

"Karen, baby, I think I'm going to shoot,' I moaned as I stood there in 
front of her, shaking like a scared rabbit. But she didn't seem to pay any 
attention to me. She just kept on getting wilder and wilder, like she wanted 
nothing else in the world except for me to blast right off into her mouth. 
She didn't stop what she was doing, just kept her mouth and her two hands 
busy as hell. I never felt anything so goddam good in my life and I knew I 
was going to fire the biggest load I ever fired. I growled down at her like 
an animal, 'Karen, I'm-I'm going to blow, baby, you hear me? Shit! I'm 
getting ready-here it comes, bitch-oooh, goddam!' I cursed at her and just 
as I felt like coming, she quickly came off my cock, then jumped up and 
kissed me on the mouth. Her tongue dug down into my throat and the sudden 
change of tactics surprised me enough to cool me down just in time. Another 
second and I would have come right in her mouth. Even so, my dick was 
jumping up and down and bouncing right into her snatch and I almost shot off 
anyway. 

"After a few seconds of wild kissing, she reached down and squeezed my 
balls. They were all squishy and slimy from the hot spit that drooled out of 
her mouth while she was sucking me. 'Don't worry, kid. Karen's not going to 
poof into thin air. I know what you're feeling right now and that's the way 
I want you to feel. This girl's been around enough to know what she wants 
and right now I want you to just relax and let me do my thing. Okay? When 
she said it like that, I felt like eating her alive. I guess I fell in love 
with her right then and there. Hell, no other girl, or man either, ever made 
me feel like I was worth shit until I met Karen and I was so green I guess I 
didn't know how to make love very good. But I felt if anyone could teach me, 
it was Karen. God, she was so damn beautiful and it didn't make any 
difference to me that she was older than I was. 

"Karen went back down, licking along my chest and stomach and rubbing her 
hands down along the small of my back. Little ripples shot through me again 
and my knees shook with the realization that her mouth would be sucking like 
hell on my sex-crazy cock any second. And I knew after what she had just 
said to me that she probably wanted me to shoot off in her mouth. Then I 
felt a hot wetness around the head of my fucker as Karen slipped her 
luscious lips over it. Her tongue tick led the slit, almost like she was 
trying to force her tongue right up into my prick. I groaned and dug my 
fingers into her hair as she suddenly drove her mouth suckingly down over 
the full length of my throbbing rod. I could feel the head of my big dick 
jammed way down her throat and I wondered how in hell she could take so 
much. I could hear her gurgle and I thought I must be choking the life out 
of her beautiful neck, so I pulled back to give her a chance to breathe. But 
she grabbed me by the buns and hugged hard, driving my dick all the way to 
the hilt back into her throat. 

"Groaning loudly, I closed my eyes while she curled her tongue around my 
cock and swirled around it. I could feel the come in my balls begin to boil 
and steam and she worked over my trigger happy cock. My legs began to 
tremble again crazily and I thought they might crumble under me any second. 
God, she was going wild over my body, her hands massaging my rear end, then 
squeezing my balls, then rubbing beautifully around on my stomach. I was 
getting weak. I guess I was learning for the first time just how great love 
could be. 

"Karen started slurping in long steady strokes up and down over the whole 
length of my jerking rod, from the tip of my red-hot mushroom all the way to 
my balls and back again, up and down, up and down. 'Christ, baby, you're 
driving me up the goddam wall!' I yelled. But she didn't stop. I was going 
limp. I reached up instinctively to find something to hold onto. My hands 
found a wooden beam up above her bed. I grabbed it and hung on for dear life 
as she kept pumping her fantastic mouth up and down on me. All I could do 
was hang onto the beam or fall to the floor, so I kept hanging on. Then I 
could hear Karen moaning deliriously. I glanced down and saw Doby, the big 
Doberman, thrusting his nose into Karen's crotch, licking over her clit with 
his long tongue. Saliva was dripping from his lips as he lapped into her 
cunt and Karen spread her legs so he could get in closer to her. He was 
eating her pussy like crazy. 

"Hanging there from the beam like a big monkey with my feet just off the 
floor wasn't easy, strong as I am. But I got an idea. I swung my quivering 
muscular legs up and over Karen's shoulders and this took some of my weight. 
It also ex posed my ass better to her hands, I quickly found out. She shoved 
a finger right into my rectum and began to fuck my convulsing asshole like 
mad. Every time she rammed her finger in, I thought sure I was going to 
blow. Her other hand gently crushed and massaged my balls, which were 
slippery and wet from the spit and juices from Karen's mouth and she kept 
her mouth moving up and down over my cock like a nymphomaniac. 

"Big heat waves of torture and pleasure shot through my body as I hung there 
above her, my legs clamped around her head and I knew I was going to blast 
off any second. I moaned and sobbed and convulsed as my rectum took the firm 
jabs of her finger as she rammed it in and out of my ass hole. The friction 
was causing heat to build up inside my ass and I felt like I was going to 
shit all over the place. But it felt so fucking good I didn't want her to 
stop. I stammered like an idiot, 'Don't stop, don't stop, shit!' and hung 
onto the beam overhead while I writhed and trembled all over from head to 
toe. I could see my feet wriggling out of control like fish flopping wildly 
to get back into water. 

"Then it happened. Great big ripples tore my whole body, causing my muscles 
to tighten and convulse. My legs locked around Karen's head, clamping her 
between my thighs like in a vise, forcing my cock straight down her throat. 
I could hear her choking and gasping, almost struggling for a breath of air, 
but I couldn't let go. The juices were shooting up through my throbbing cock 
and I could feel Karen's finger fucking in and out of my asshole like a 
little penis. I think she tried to scream something as my hot thick come 
exploded through the head of my dick and battered against the back of her 
throat like hot bullets of lead. Wad after wad of my come kept spurting 
furiously into her mouth and I could tell she was gulping every bit of it 
right down into her stomach. God, I never felt anything so fantastic. All I 
could do was hang on and groan and keep shooting off into that beautiful 
girl's mouth while she pumped and milked my throbbing shaft. I thought she 
would drown in my salty-sweet semen, but she kept on swallowing rapidly as I 
blasted off. 

"Finally, my ejaculations began to subside and she slowed down the fucking 
motion of her finger in my ass. As I started to relax like a limp rag, she 
finally pulled it out of my shit hole slowly and milked my softening cock 
with a final slow suck of her lips, pulling her mouth off my dick but still 
keeping the suction going in her mouth. She drained every last little 
rubbery strand of sperm juice out of me and gulped it down. 

"My prick, still throbbing like a hot iron, finally slipped out of Karen's 
mouth with a little plop. 'Karen ... ' I started to stammer something, but 
she suddenly jumped up in front of me. I was still hanging by my arms from 
the rafter, afraid to let go because my legs might buckle under me if I 
tried to stand. She embraced me around the neck while I hung there, put her 
lovely lips to mine, and darted her tongue into my mouth. I could taste the 
flavors of my own love-come as she kissed me. Finally, I released my grip on 
the beam over head and we both fell onto her bed in a tight passionate 
embrace. It wasn't long before I was fast asleep. 

"I awoke several hours later to a tingling sensation. I glanced up from my 
pillow to see Debbie, the beautiful female collie, gently licking my balls. 
As she continued lapping around my testicles and into the crack of my ass 
below my nuts, tiny electric sparkles of pleasure danced around on the head 
of my cock. The shaft was beginning to change from a soft fleshy spout into 
a stiff ramrod. As it grew and swelled, rising in little jerks, shaping 
itself into the bulging club of my young man hood, Debbie began to lick 
upward from my balls toward the pulsing head. Now she curled her tongue 
around the base of my erect cock, sliding her hot tongue up along my shaft 
toward the bulging mushroom at the top. I lay back with my eyes closed, 
letting my imagination carry me to lands of milk and honey, letting my hot 
sweaty hand fall gently onto Karen's love-nest, feeling Debbie's dog-mouth 
completely engulf the head of my jerking prick. 

"With my hand resting on Karen's luscious little nest of fine silky hairs, I 
began to probe through her nest, searching for the lips of her cunt. She 
moved with a sigh in her sleep. I didn't want to awaked her. I thought it 
would be nice to finger her crotch while she slept and watch her reaction. I 
really got very horny and hot thinking about it and Debbie's moist mouth and 
tongue, licking all over the top of my prick, sent little chills of ecstasy 
shooting from my knees to my asshole to my stomach. I was still half asleep, 
almost on the verge of a dream, I think and yet I was being led down 
corridors of warm lust and feelings into a world of physical pleasure and 
love which was all new to me. I wanted it to go on and on and never come to 
a stop. I wanted to give myself to Karen and Doby and Debbie, sharing my 
love with them. 

"I lay for a while like that in Karen's arms, relaxing in the gentle warmth 
of her affection. I said, half asleep, half dreaming, 'I guess there are 
some things I'll never get over.' Karen heard me and asked, 'What things, 
honey?' I replied, still half asleep, 'Oh, I don't know yet. It doesn't 
matter. All that matters is that here I am with you and Debbie and Doby and 
I don't ever want to leave.' 

"My tongue hungered for her mouth and I rolled to her and kissed her. Then I 
let my hand slip down to her moist warm crotch. As I probed a finger into 
her pussy lips, she said, 'Baby, you can stay here with me as long as you 
like and become one of the family. Okay?' The way she said that made me 
almost cry with relief and joy and I began to think that life was beautiful 
after all. 

" 'I'm only sixteen, Karen,' I said, 'but I'm strong and I can work in the 
circus. Who knows, I might even be able to work up a good act of my own 
someday and we can stay together a long time. Anyway, I'm in love with you, 
Karen.' 

"I crawled up over and on top of her. Then I slipped a hand around her waist 
and let it slide down along her spine, dropping it still further down over 
her smooth round rump. I squeezed her firm ass cheeks tenderly, sliding my 
fingers in and out of the crack of her ass, feeling the soft hairs in the 
valley of her rear end. My fingers probed deeper into the crack until one of 
them found the small round pucker of her rectum. I rubbed around it in 
little circular motions, letting my finger slide around its rim and felt it 
contract and relax in little spasms. My stalk was really stiff now, 
squeezing itself between her moist thighs, rubbing and pressing itself up 
against her little mound. I could feel the bulbous head of my prod at the 
entrance of her pussy lips and slowly started pushing it in. She made a 
little groan of desire. The slick hot lubrications from her vagina were 
oozing out of her lips and covering the head of my dick with a thick film of 
slimy love cream. Little drops of come were also oozing out the head of my 
dick and it was easy to slip it into Karen's tight but begging cunt. I could 
tell she wanted it all the way in, but I was going to tease her a little. 

" 'Oh, Bill, shove it to me! God, shove it now!' she cried and pleaded. Her 
words got to me and I suddenly rammed the entire length of my billy club 
hard all the way in. She gasped and trembled violently. I put my mouth to 
hers and thrusting my tongue deeply into her throat, sucked on her lips, 
drawing her mouth juices into my own mouth. Then I shot the thick wads of 
mucus back into her mouth and she gulped them down her throat with heavy 
moans of passion. 

"Pulling my lips gently away from her mouth, I went down to her luscious 
breasts and tickled the rosy tips with my flickering tongue. They popped up 
stiff and erect and then I sucked down over them, nibbling them with my 
teeth and lips, until Karen was squirming under me in torment and bliss. As 
my mouth worked over her breasts and tongued around them and under them and 
over them, my hands massaged her rear end and played little games around the 
entrance of her asshole. 

"All the time I was doing this, I kept moving my hips in a steady up and 
down motion over her cunt, fucking her with my thick stiff cock. And every 
time I plunged it into her, I would grab her around her ass and pull it up 
toward me, enabling me to drive my long shaft all the way to the bottom of 
her cunt. Karen wretched in agony and joy as she felt my piston pumping 
inside her cylinder. She cried, 'I love you, Billy, I love you! I want you 
to stay with me and Debbie and Doby.' At the sound of their names, the dogs 
jumped up on the bed and after looking around for a moment, they seemed to 
get the idea of what was going on. In fact, they looked like they wanted to 
get into the act. 

"Karen said, 'Here, Debbie-up here, girl,' and the lovely female collie 
crawled around to the top of the bed, where Karen's head was. Debbie 
practically sat right on top of Karen's face. 'Hmmm, good girl,' moaned 
Karen as her face became buried in the long lovely fur of Debbie's bosom. As 
Debbie settled and sat over Karen's face, the other dog, Doby, eased up 
behind me. 

"The next thing I knew, the big male Doberman had straddled me. I could feel 
the heat of his breath as it hit the back of my neck and then I felt little 
drops of his dog-saliva drip onto the back of my head and neck and 
shoulders. It felt strangely hot and sent little shivers of excitement down 
my spine. His tongue licked and slurped around my ears, sending me out of my 
mind. Everything seemed to be happening at once all of a sudden. 

"I kept pumping into Karen's cunt steadily with my cock, jabbing into her 
hard as my balls swung and bounced below her cunt My finger began inserting 
itself into her asshole, which was slippery from the cunt juices streaming 
from her crotch, down between her legs and into the crack of her ass. My 
finger moved in a circular motion around her rectum and then I shoved it 
suddenly but gently into her hit little anus. Karen was moving like a steam 
engine as little waves and spasms vibrated through her body. She reached 
around me and guided Doby closer to me, so that his protruding penis began 
to probe its way into the sweaty crack of my ass. Karen guided his stiff 
projection further into my crack and it felt hot and wet as the slick tip 
jammed at the entrance to my quivering anus. 

"I whispered, "That's it, baby,' as Karen eased the tip of Doby's erect and 
jerking rod into the center of my puckering asshole. It felt strange and 
slimy as the hot point began to slide into my ass. I made a little groan 
when Doby began hunching a little more into me, sending his prick deeper 
into my bowels. I began to like the tingling sensation in my groin and I 
realized that I wanted to feel the full length of Doby's shaft plugging up 
my rectum. I was getting close to shooting off and I was doing all I could 
to hold off a little longer. I didn't want to shoot until all four of us 
were ready to blast together. 

"Karen's bulging breasts were keeping my mouth and lips and tongue busy as 
hell, while my cock was shoving and churning in and out of her pussy. Her 
ass was heaving up and down, keeping in perfect rhythm with the motions of 
my hips as I fucked her. My finger was moving in and out of her asshole, 
building up a searing heat from the friction of my big farm-boy finger 
sliding firmly along the inner walls of her anus. 

"Suddenly, I felt the tip of Doby's dog-cock begin to shove itself smoothly 
and thrillingly up my ass and the more he shoved it into me, the more I 
liked it. He kept shoving it into me until I thought I was going to twist in 
pain, but then he suddenly stopped his thrusting and held it steady, letting 
my rectum get used to this new ordeal. Soon, however, he started to hunch in 
and out like all male dogs do when they fuck, trembling all over his furry 
body, arching his back slightly as he prepared to give my ass the full 
thrust of his enlarged organ. I could feel the smooth surface of his cock 
slamming like a jackhammer in and out of my anus and I goaded him on. 'Go, 
boy, get 'em!' He seemed to get the message and started fucking my ass like 
it was the last piece of tail he would ever see. I went wild and made 
growling sounds and this only made him fuck my ass harder and faster. 

"Karen, her face buried deep under Debbie's thighs, was darting her tongue 
in and out of Debbie's cunt-hole, sucking the hot liquids which were pouring 
from the bitch's vagina. Debbie was sitting heavily on Karen's face, 
oblivious to everything except the feel of Karen's long tongue snaking on 
the inside of her pussy. Waves of taut, shivering bliss began to engulf me 
during our trembling fucking and heaving and I began to quicken my tempo as 
I plunged my rammer in and out, faster and faster, driving it deep and hard 
into Karen. She cried and sobbed and twisted under me as I fucked her and I 
could imagine her tongue swirling viciously inside the birch's hot creaming 
dog-cunt. As I slammed my cock in and out of her, I kept holding her with 
one hand and finger-fucked her ass with stiff jabs until her rectum felt 
like it was on fire. Then I jerked it out of her ass suddenly and she almost 
screamed in delicious torment. 

"Seeing her go wild like that made me feel like an animal. I had been 
fucking her ass with my index finger, but now I decided to use my middle 
finger, which was longer and thicker. I centered the end of my blunt middle 
finger right in the middle of her spasming shit-hole, then without warning I 
drove it stiffly right up into her rectum. This time she did scream. I could 
tell it must have hurt her a little bit, but I could also tell that she 
loved it. She was getting screwed in both holes at the same time and the 
knowledge that I was giving her so much sensation just made me hotter. 
Jesus, I rammed the shit out of that wonderful girl, rammed her like a stud 
horse up her cunt and screwed her lovely asshole with my big strong finger. 
Her little ass was so hot from the friction of my finger, I knew it was 
driving her out of her mind. And it was. 

"Karen continued to groan and moan and cry as I worked over her delicious 
body and I could feel her vibrate and shake all over from the ecstasy. 
Debbie, the lovely female collie, was moaning and breathing into my face 
while Karen sucked her dog cunt and Doby, the big black Doberman, had only 
one thing in mind: to keep on fucking my ass until he shot his load of dog 
sperm right up into my hot throbbing shitter. His slippery cock felt like a 
hot poker sliding in and out of my rectum as he hunched over me from behind. 

"Suddenly, I realized that I was heading for the most incredible ejaculation 
I had ever had. I kept growling little dog-sounds and this made Doby growl 
back at me as he fucked my ass. I sucked hard on one of Karen's tits, biting 
it with my teeth gently and started fucking into her crotch faster and 
faster. My body tensed and stiffened with each thrust and I knew it was just 
a matter of seconds before I shot my wad forcefully into her. I could feel 
the creams boiling in my balls, verging on exploding and steaming like lava 
into Karen's churning, gripping cunt. 

"I couldn't hold it back any longer. With a pile-driving lunge, I drove my 
bulging cock into Karen to the hilt. Karen, buried under Debbie's dog pussy, 
choked out a muffled scream as I hammered my prick into her scorching cunt 
and then Doby shot off right up my ass. My bowels burned with joy as the big 
black dog shot his thick spurts of hot semen into my rectum and then I felt 
the cream of my own cock gather and with stupendous muscular contractions 
throughout my groin, spiral through my throbbing penis and explode furiously 
into Karen's crotch with searing force. We must have all started together, 
because right after I started unloading into Karen, she shook terribly from 
head to foot all over and kept muttering and gurgling into Debbie's dog 
pussy. We all kept spurting and shooting and fucking like crazy. I can't 
remember how long it lasted. I guess Karen must have passed out pretty soon 
after her insane climax, because she went limp all of a sudden. I think I 
went blank for a moment myself. I felt like I was swimming around in a 
swirling pool of hot liquids and semens and come-juices. Finally, after it 
was all over, I went limp on top of Karen, breathing deeply, exhausted, 
trying to come to my senses, but I just fell into a blank sleep." 

In psychoanalytic sessions with Billy, it became eventually clear that his 
was a classic case of gradually increasing dissociation. The principal 
factors of his background and exposure, coupled with several recurring 
dreams which he described during his analysis led to the conclusion that 
Billy's personality was severely thwarted and that it was perhaps too late 
to rectify the injuries of his psyche. Aside from Billy's indulgences in 
sexual acts with animals, there were other, more insidious, expressions in 
his general personality, subtle hints here and there which seemed to 
symbolize deep despair and a tortured soul. 

Billy was born and raised on an isolated farm in the backwoods country of 
Arkansas. He was the only child of an extremely stern and an unhappy but 
stoic mother. Both his parents were strict, God-fearing people, his father 
never expressing any kind of affection for the boy and his mother only 
rarely. Consequently, Billy had to grow up by himself, never learning to 
form a stable self identity, never having the opportunity to play and frolic 
with other children, never learning the give-and-take compromises which life 
imposes on all of us. 

Billy's life, therefore, was one of dulling routine and hard work on the 
farm. The family was poor and the struggle was unrelenting and joy less as 
they scraped a bare living from the soil. Young Billy was reared as though 
he were one of the work animals of the farm and was often treated with less 
affection. Billy's father was, as we shall see later, the principal villain 
in the drama. 

Billy's mother was a short stout woman and although strong, she was 
dominated by her husband. It was a really sad sort of existence for both 
mother and son. Often a too-strong patriarchy can thwart a young boy's 
confidence in himself, can lead to feelings of sexual inadequacy and fear of 
expressing his real feelings for people and sometimes even to indications of 
homosexuality. It is, in fact, rather surprising to find little evidence of 
compulsive homosexuality expressing itself in Billy's behavior, although he 
had indulged in sex-play on several occasions with his older cousin, Tom. 

Tom was from a big industrial city and visited the farm on two separate 
summers, once when Billy was thirteen and again when Billy was six teen. Tom 
was virtually the only person with whom Billy related in any manner that 
could be described as happy. Billy looked up to Tom and admired him, since 
Tom was a little older and more sophisticated. The two boys developed a 
rather warm affection for each other, which several times expressed itself 
sexually. 

Billy described some of the events which took place during Tom's last visit 
to the farm. From this story, we can get a glimpse into Billy's sub 
consciously directed fascination with animals. 

"I saw Tom sputtering down the dirt road toward the front gate of the farm. 
As I opened up the gate, Tom's old jalopy roared through. Then I saw the 
biggest dog I ever saw sitting in the car with him. Tom jumped out and the 
big hound leaped after him in a big playful bound. 

" Tom!' I yelled. The big dog ran and leaped at me and knocked me over like 
I was a twig. Tom snapped, 'Chief! Get down!' Chief had been straddling me 
as I lay on the ground under his enormous hulk. I laughed and said, Tom, 
what in God's name is it?' 'That's Chief,' Tom said. 'Pure blood Great 
Dane.' 'Will he bite?' I asked, pet ting Chief cautiously. 'No, he won't 
bite anybody. He just likes to slobber on everybody and love them to death,' 
answered Tom. 'He won't bite. I can tell he likes you pretty good, already.' 

" 'Hey, Chief, how's it going, boy?' I said gently as I patted the top of 
his head. The next thing I knew Chief stood up on his back legs, threw his 
big paws over my shoulders and started licking my face with a huge wet 
tongue. I stumbled backwards and fell to the ground. Again, Chief was 
straddling me, licking all over my face and ears and neck, slobbering all 
over me with big gushes of dog-drool dripping from his mouth. I reached up, 
laughing and struggling, trying to prevent his long tongue from licking my 
mouth. 

" 'Wow, look at the shaft he's got hanging between his legs,' I said as 
Chief stood over me so that his balls were hanging right over my head. 
'Yeah,' said Tom, 'you ought to see it when he gets a hard on. It's bigger 
than yours, I bet,' teased Tom as he pulled Chief back so I could get up off 
the ground. Then we all piled in the old topless jalopy and headed for the 
farmhouse. 

"After Tom and I ate supper, ma told us she was going into town to visit pa. 
'Pa's sick in the hospital. He's got a hernia and needs an operation,' I 
explained to Tom as ma grabbed her purse and shawl and drove off to town. We 
watched her drive out the front gate and down the dirt road, leaving little 
trails of dust hanging in the air. Finally, Tom turned to me and said, 'I'm 
glad your old man's not home, Billy.' 

"That night, after Tom and I took a playful, invigorating shower together, 
we went into my room and crawled into the big double bed. Tom got some 
cigarettes out of his shirt and returned to the bed, lighting one for each 
of us. 'I really lucked out this year, Billy,' Tom said. 'My old man made a 
bunch when he sold his business and retired a couple of months ago.' Tom 
told me about how he talked his dad into buying him the old junk-heap car 
and the Great Dane and how he would be going to junior college in the fall. 

"We shot the bull for about an hour. I was hungry to hear about Tom's life 
in the city, all the crazy wild things he did for kicks, the sex movies he 
went to see sometimes and the wild parties he told me about where some of 
the kids smoked dope and stuff. 'I wish we lived together in the city, Tom,' 
I said wistfully. 'Nothing ever happens out here on the farm.' 

" 'Let's take our shorts off, huh?' said Tom. We got naked while Chief, the 
huge Dane, watched us, fascinated by our quiet, catlike maneuvers. We both 
jumped back into the bed and pulled the blanket up over us; it was getting 
cold. 

" 'Why don't we let Chief get into bed with us?' I said, my teeth 
chattering. 'I bet he's freezing his nuts off laying on the floor by 
himself.' Tom agreed and called Chief into bed with us. The big dog hopped 
up on the bed and crawled under the covers between Tom and me. 

"Chief laid down between Tom and me and I let my hand roam around his furry 
body. I squeezed his big balls in my fingers, then bounced them gently in my 
hands. He seemed to like it. Then I let my fingers curl around the furry 
sheath which hid his big dog cock. 'Jesus, what a prod!' I said as I felt 
the whole length of Chiefs fucker. 

" 'Here, let me show you what he likes," said Tom, getting into a sixty-nine 
position with his dog. 

"I really started getting horny when Tom began licking the tip of Chiefs 
pistol. I started beating my meat while I watched Tom engulf the dog's cock 
with his mouth and watched the dog begin to hunch and hunch and hunch, 
thrusting his animal rod way down into Tom's throat. The dog began to make 
groaning guttural sounds and I guessed that meant he was almost ready to 
shoot. Tom grabbed my hand and guided it to Chiefs tail end. I figured out 
that Tom wanted me to shove a finger up Chiefs shit-hole. 

"I licked my finger all over to get it slippery and slick, then started 
inserting it slowly and gently into Chiefs rectum. The dog was really 
trembling in little quakes, now and hunching his pelvis back and forth 
faster and faster. I could feel the muscles inside his ass flex and relax in 
tiny quivers and I reached another hand around to his balls. I could feel 
the dog cock sliding hotly in and out of Tom's mouth and then I noticed also 
that the big dog was lapping away at Tom's balls. A sudden flash of hot 
passion jolted through my body, making me quiver with a strange feeling. 
Feelings I had never known before flooded over me. I think I fell in love 
with my newfound comrades a little bit and I wanted them to stay on the farm 
forever. 

"I felt like I had some real friends at last and I didn't want to lose them. 
I looked forward to the weeks of fun and games that the three of us could 
have. 

"Chief was being torn by big shivers of sexual pleasure and his body was 
trembling and stiffening like a dying animal's. Tom's hot dripping mouth was 
moving faster and faster up and down over Chiefs throbbing and jerking 
canine cock and the little circle of muscle tissue around the rim of the 
dog's anus began to contract and quiver. Then, with a loud dog moan, a moan 
of pleasure and re lease, Chief exploded his life juices into Tom's throat 
and I almost shot myself I was so hot from watching it Tom groaned and 
gasped as he took the hot dog sperm being shot from the end of Chiefs 
pecker. Slowly, the animal's body melted and relaxed and I knew his 
ejaculation was over. 

"My own cock was on the verge of shooting all over the sheets, I was so hot. 
Chief was already off the bed and curling up on a rug across the room. It 
was just me and Tom, now and I said in a trembling voice, 'Tom, I think I'm 
getting ready to shoot all over the place and I don't think I can stop it' 
Tom quickly lunged at me, threw his head to my cock and engulfed it with his 
warm slimy mouth. Suddenly we were clasping each other in a sixty-nine 
position, sucking on each other's cocks and a few seconds later we both 
groaned and gulped as our throbbing dicks spurted and shot off their hot 
loads of thick cream. I could taste the wild flavor of Tom's come on my 
tongue, feel thick globs of sperm cream as it oozed over my lips and slid 
down my throat. I kept shooting my warm wads into Tom's mouth and he hugged 
me hard around my ass, forcing my cock way down into his throat while I 
unloaded. Finally, when it was over, Tom gasped, 'Like, wow!' I said, 'Man, 
what a blast that was. Your mouth sure felt good and hot.' In a few minutes, 
we were fast asleep." 

Basically, outside of Tom's visit, Billy grew up in an environment of 
isolation and loneliness on the farm, having only the farm animals with 
which to play, with which to form friendships, and inevitably, with which to 
express love, both physical and temporal love. It is not surprising that 
Billy, out of his aloneness and very restricted environment, out of the fact 
that he received virtually no love and affection from his parents, would 
instinctively turn to the animals on the farm as a source of companionship 
and love. 

When Billy was still a young boy, around eight years old, he experienced a 
moment of loathing and hatred and fear for his father as he watched his 
father castrate some pigs behind the barn. For years after this event, Billy 
had a recurring dream in which he heard the frantic squeals of the pigs and 
saw the demented leering face of his father as the old man strung them up by 
their hind legs and with a sharp knife cut off their testicles. When Billy 
had this dream, he would wake up, trembling and sweating and unable to go 
back to sleep. There were other dreams, centering around his mother. 

In one, Billy recalled dreaming that he and his mother are standing over the 
grave of his father. In this dream, no one understands how the old man died 
and no one wants to find out. Billy sobs and weeps over his father's grave, 
crying out that he is afraid of something dreadful. He pleads with his 
mother to help him, to tell him what he's afraid of. She suddenly turns to 
him, sprouts little horns on her forehead, and grimacing at him, cackles, 
"It's the devil you're afraid of!" 

There were many such dreams which Billy had while he was growing up on the 
farm. It is not difficult to begin to understand the causes and the pattern 
of Billy's growing psychosis and to conclude, unfortunately, that he 
probably will never be able to function in a completely normal manner, that 
he will probably never overcome these were handicaps he suffered. 

As it has been already indicated, Billy's older cousin, Tom, was the only 
person with whom Billy related happily and then only on the two brief 
occasions when Tom went to the farm for the summer, once when Billy was 
thirteen and again when he was sixteen. During the first summer, the two 
lads were kept busy with farm chores, but managed to steal away into the 
damp woods or distant pastures. They walked together on long hikes, 
sometimes resting for a while on top of a hay stack. Tom would tell Billy of 
life in the big city and Billy would show Tom secret places in the woods; 
often the two boys would stare in wonder and excitement as they watched the 
various animals on the farm copulate. The boys found in each other new 
experiences, new reflections on life, a brief and inadequate compensation 
for the years of loneliness Billy had endured in tortured silence. 

Tom's second visit to the farm, when Billy was sixteen, resulted in a climax 
which was to be the psychological breaking point, as it were, in Billy's 
life. For several days, the boys abandoned themselves to free and 
imaginative enterprises, doing only the chores and work which they could get 
by with. For the most part, they indulged in idle pleasure, taking long 
hikes into the woods, hunting for snakes and romping in the pastures with 
Chief, the dog and Filly, a young mare which was Billy's pride and joy. 

For a while, the foursome were happy and free and Billy secretly wished that 
the summer could go on forever. But, the summer ended all to abruptly. In 
the following narrative, Billy de scribes the scene inside the barn and its 
explosive climax which became the turning point in Billy's life. It was this 
event which "broke" Billy's psyche beyond repair, a shock from which he will 
never fully recover. 

"We came racing into the barn, laughing hysterically, with Filly and Chief 
hot on our heels, playfully trying to run us down. Tom and I fell on a heap 
of straw as Chief bounded on top of us in a storm of straw and feathers. A 
few seconds later, Filly, the lovely mare, sauntered into the barn and stood 
a few feet away from us. Suddenly, a stream of piss shot out of her cunt, 
sputtering into a puddle on the dirt floor of the barn. I guess Chief was 
impressed by the idea, for he jumped off Tom and me and bounced over to 
where Filly was standing and pissing. Then he lifted a leg and shot a stream 
of piss from the tip of his dangling cock. The end of it protruded visibly, 
exposing three or four inches of pink slick prick and his heavy balls swung 
like eggs in a basket between his legs. 

"When Chief finished unloading his urine, he reached out and nudged Filly on 
her cunt, taking a couple of laps at her moist, still-dripping pussy hole. 
She gave a quick snort, then stretched out her neck so that she could nuzzle 
her nose in under Chiefs tail and sniff his cod. 

" 'Wow, looks like Chief and Filly want to make out, the way they're licking 
at each other's boxes,' laughed Tom. I replied, 'Why don't we take our 
clothes off and see if we can encourage them. Okay?' 

" 'Okay,' Tom agreed. We both stripped our clothes off and laid down in the 
pile of straw. We started playing with our dicks and after Filly and Chief 
stared at us for a few seconds, they decided to join in the fun. Chief 
ambled over and began nosing in between Tom's thighs, licking and dripping 
his dog-spit all over the head of Tom's cock. Filly gave a little whinny as 
she stood practically over us. I reached up my hand and touched her on her 
crotch. The skin around it quivered as I pressed my hand firmly up against 
her little bulging pussy. 

"I ran a finger around the edge of her fuck hole. Then I gently probed 
inside her cunt, rubbing my finger in a circle all the way around the inside 
of her pussy. Tom and Chief were doing a crazy sixty-nine in the straw. I 
stood up and walked around to Filly's rear end, facing her asshole. She 
swished her tail back and forth across my chest. I lifted her tail up, 
exposing her asshole and I really got excited. I started shaking at the 
knees. By now, my prick was standing straight out, hard as a rock and I 
didn't know whether to shove it into her ass or ram it up her cunt. 

"I placed a wooden box behind the mare so that, when I got up on it, my cock 
pointed right up into the crack of Filly's rear end. The head of my prick, 
which was really throbbing, came to rest against her warm little cunt-hole. 
The positioning was perfect, allowing me to hunch my shaft right up toward 
her cunt. 

"Tom looked up to see what I was up to. 'Hey, man, that looks pretty 
groovy,' he said. He got up and came over. Seeing my big stiff rod between 
Filly's legs, he said, 'Here, let me guide your dick in.' He grabbed my 
pulsing prick and guided the head of it slowly into the opening of Filly's 
vagina. 'It's going in just fine, Billy, just keep pushing forward and up. 
That's it. Crazy, man, it's going in!' 

"I could feel the hot wet membranes inside Filly's cunt as the head of my 
shaft slid deeper and deeper into her and I wanted to melt into her, give 
all of myself to her, let her know how much she meant to me. Without Filly, 
I had nothing on the farm. She was the only happiness in my life, outside of 
Tom and Chief. But Tom and Chief would be gone after the summer and I longed 
for some way to make Filly realize that I loved her more than anything and 
that I wanted to stay with her the rest of my life. 

"I was getting hotter and hotter by the second, feeling my dick being 
squeezed by Filly's pussy muscles. She turned her head around and looked at 
me while I fucked her. Then she gave a little snort and I could tell she 
really liked the feel of my prick fucking away inside her hot trembling 
snatch. 

"I began shoving in and pulling back in long strokes, thrusting and pulling, 
deeper and deeper. She was slick as butter. Her warm juices began oozing 
around my cock, dripping like hot syrup down around my balls, seeping into 
the crack of my ass. Next thing I knew, Tom had come around and stepped up 
on the box right behind me. His long prod was really bulging when he shoved 
it into the crack of my ass. 

" 'Keep fucking her," Tom said, as he slid his arms around my waist, pulling 
himself closer to me. I could feel the head of his cock press and jab 
against the rim of my asshole as I kept hunching my dick into Filly's cunt. 
"That's good, Billy. Keep going, kid, nice and easy,' Tom purred as he kept 
increasing the pressure of his head against my asshole. 

"Then, with a sudden stab, Tom popped the huge head of his rod into my 
rectum. All he had to do was just stand there behind me while I kept on 
fucking Filly in her rear. 'I'm getting ready to blow, Tom,' I said with a 
shiver. 

" 'So am I, Billy, so am I!' Tom's voice shook as he shoved his staff 
further and further up my shit ter. 

" 'Ooh, Jesus,' I groaned as I started pumping my hot load of come into 
Filly's slimy cunt. Then a warm sensation flooded inside me as Tom shot his 
rocks off in my ass. I could really feel the jerks in his big cock as he 
continued ramming it in and out of my ass. The big head of his dick kept 
sliding back and forth, unloading hot wads of come inside my rectum. My own 
cock kept shooting off into Filly. Chief was standing behind Tom, licking 
insanely into the crack of Tom's ass. 

" 'What in hell is going on here!' a loud voice cracked through the barn. We 
all jumped and looked around to see my pa standing in the door way of the 
barn. The expression on his face was one of complete confusion, disbelief 
and outrage. 

" 'Pa!' I stammered. My heart pounded in fear as I watched his face contort 
insanely. 

"He ran from the barn, got a rifle from the house and ran back, yelling, 
'God forgive you, Billy, for what you've done!' 

"Tom and I scrambled to get our clothes on as pa led Filly outside of the 
barn. As Tom and I ran out into the barnyard, we saw my pa lift his rifle 
and point it toward Filly's head. 

" 'No, pa, no! Don't shoot Filly! F'God's sakes, pa, don't do it! Don't do 
it!' I kept screaming as I ran to knock him down. But before I could reach 
him, I heard the shot of the rifle. My ears rang, and I felt like I was 
going crazy. It seemed like all the pain and misery and loveliness of 
sixteen years surged up inside my throat. I tried to choke out words, but I 
couldn't make a sound. Hardly realizing what I was doing, I grabbed the gun 
out of my father's hands and started beating him with it. I chased him all 
over the barnyard, knocking the butt of the rifle against his head, his 
shoulders, his back. Anywhere I could hit him, I hit him. He fell to the 
ground, screaming trying to protect himself from me. I was like an animal, 
crazy and wild. Only one idea was in my head and that was to kill. I stood 
over him and beat him with the gun. Through my tears, I saw the blood gush 
and spurt from his crushed nose and dribble from the cut in his neck. I kept 
on beating him and screaming at him. 'Stop moving!' I cried. 'You're dead, 
you're dead!' 

"I came to my senses enough to realize that my ma was screaming and crying, 
trying to pull me off of him. Then I saw Tom run and jump in his car with 
Chief, then speed off down the road. I started walking jerkily toward the 
gate. Ma was sobbing and crying and yelling after me, 'Tom, come back. Where 
are you going, Tom? Come back, son!' 

"I ran toward the gate, glancing back a couple of times at ma. She was 
standing over pa's body, screaming at me to come back. I felt like I was 
dreaming or dying or living in hell. I kept on running, out the gate, up the 
dirt road, running and running. After a while, I didn't look back any more." 

We sense the moment of truth, feel the critical snap of Billy's sanity in 
the crack of his father's rifle. We see Billy suspended, spread-eagled and 
paralyzed, in a reality of madness as he watches Filly flinch from the 
bullet and crumple to the dust in the barnyard. We can empathize with Billy 
when we begin to understand and see the buildup of tension over many years 
which culminates, almost prophetically, in bloody violence. And we hear with 
understanding when Billy points us in the direction of his rapidly 
disintegrating psyche with the simple yet profound words: "I didn't look 
back anymore." 

With that simple phrase, Billy makes the final curve, the turning point in 
his life as a human being in relationship with his environment. We may speak 
of it as the "breaking point" in Billy's capacity for full, normal 
understanding of his world, the final crumbling of his twisted and tortured 
psyche. The problems of his existence-his weak submissive mother; his icy 
pious father; and of course, his extreme lack of contact with healthy human 
beings-were some of the primary, dynamic forces which governed Billy's 
developing psychosis. These were the forces which logically culminated in 
tragedy when Billy, after watching his father cruelly and insanely kill his 
beloved Filly, all but murders his father in a blind rage and runs from the 
farm. 

Billy ran from the reality of the situation as he understood it, a situation 
of lonely despair and meaningless slaughter. Symbolically, Billy ran from 
reality in order to save himself from madness and hell. 

Soon after "escaping" from the farm, Billy stumbled upon a circus troupe and 
was taken in by Karen, an attractive young woman of twenty who performed 
with her two dogs under the big top. Karen and Billy were drawn together 
into a night of bestiality with her dogs, during which Billy had disturbing 
images and dreams, heralding the complete breakup of his mind. Soon after, 
Billy was picked up and arrested for assault with a deadly weapon. 

Because he was only sixteen years of age and because he was pronounced 
legally insane, he was remanded into the care of a psychiatric hospital for 
the criminally insane. To date, Billy's recovery has been pitifully slow and 
he still remains a ward of psychiatry. 

CHAPTER FOUR Girl's Best Friend 

"Giggling like school kids, Tony and I managed to unlock the door to my pad 
and finally get inside. Tony, a good-looking Mexican stud who played drums 
in a rock combo, wandered through the apartment. 'Not a bad pad, babe,' he 
said. I yelled from the kitchen, 'Thanks. Just moved in last week. My 
roommate, Sharon, works late tonight, so make yourself comfortable, Tony.' 
'Hey, where's the head?' Tony yelled from the bedroom. 'Between your legs!' 
I joked. Tony giggled as he pissed loudly into the toilet bowl. 

"I had met Tony a couple of nights before and really got the hots for him 
watching him blow drums. He really knew how to handle those skins and he 
knew how to turn a girl on with those dark Latin eyes. 

"Tony finally finished pissing. 'Jesus,' I said, 'you pissed enough for both 
of us!' I handed him a beer as he came into the kitchen. Tony thrust a hand 
up under my miniskirt and grabbed my crotch and squeezed, then he pulled me 
close to him and planted his mouth on mine. Tony's lips were ripe and 
luscious and I began to tingle with lust as he darted his quick confident 
tongue into my mouth. I sucked hard on his tongue and then felt the slimy 
saliva-juices from his mouth flood into mine. 

"Groaning, I sucked his tongue deeper into my throat as his hand continued 
squeezing around over my swelling pussy-lips. 'Ooh, shit,' I sighed, as we 
finished our kiss. I couldn't believe how quickly my passions flared. Tony 
was really one of my favorite types. He was a little taller than I, with a 
hard lean body and a deep olive-brown complexion. 'I dig your dark eyes and 
hot Mexican mouth,' I said sexily, squirming in delight as he jabbed a 
finger into my pussy. 'I dig your red hair and freckles,' he replied, as he 
picked me up and carried me into the bedroom. 

"Tony threw me on the bed, caveman style and began taking his clothes off. I 
started undressing, too, watching him as he stripped himself naked. I tore 
off the rest of my clothes and knelt down on the floor in front of Tony. 
With awe I gazed at the big head of his prick and parted my lips in hungry 
anticipation. As my hands squeezed around his balls, I let my mouth suck in 
his limp but un usually large cock. It slithered into my mouth and Tony made 
a little groan as my tongue began to roll around it, curling around the head 
at first, then sliding along the top of the huge soft shaft. 

"Tony made a little moan as my mouth and tongue worked over his cock and my 
fingers gently massaged his giant balls. Slowly, I could feel his tool begin 
to stiffen, swelling and pumping with blood and soon it had filled my mouth. 
My cheeks and jaws were stretched and straining as Tony's enlarging fucker 
throbbed its way to a complete erection. I let the enormous prong slip out 
of my mouth so I could look at it and kiss it and lick it with my tongue. 

"Then I stood up and pressed my swollen pussy hard against his cock. The 
head of his organ pushed straight and hard against my quivering cunt and 
then Tony grabbed the cheeks of my ass and pulled me towards him with a 
violent effort. His head rammed quickly into my cunt and I gasped and arched 
in a reflex of pain and bliss. 'Ooh, Tony-Tony!' I sighed, as he eased up 
and let his cock slide out of my cunt. 

"Tony picked me up and lowered me onto the bed. He lowered his head down 
into my nest and placed his mouth on my sensitive crotch. I squirmed and 
groaned as his thick lips covered my pussy and began sucking like a vacuum. 
The feeling of this suction over my pussy opening sent me into tremors of 
delightful torment and Tony had to grab me and hold me by the ankles to keep 
me still. My legs were held up towards the ceiling by Tony's big masculine 
hands, spread in a V shape as his tongue suddenly plummeted into my vagina. 
'Mmmm ... mm! ... mm! ... OOOOH!' I writhed and wriggled, pinned into 
position by Tony's powerful arms as his tongue snaked and twisted deeper and 
deeper into my yearning crevice. Like an anteater, he kept darting his 
tongue in and out, deeper and harder into my steaming canal. 

"My pussy buzzed like a beehive as Tony drilled his tongue into my 
honeycomb, yearning to get at the rich nectars of my nest. He sucked and 
drooled over my swollen and oozing cunt, while his tongue darted and turned 
and twisted deep inside my throbbing crevice, probing and searching like a 
bear for the honey. 

"Then, without warning, Tony lifted my legs high into the air, raising my 
ass right up off the bed and nosedived into my naked ass. His mouth smacked 
like a suction cup over my asshole and I felt the stiff tip of his insane 
tongue as it dug into my rectum, deeper, deeper, deeper. My arms grabbed the 
sides of the bed in desperation as my body alternately stiffened and jerked, 
trying to escape from Tony's savagely sucking mouth which electrified my 
rectum with jolts of tingling, tormenting bliss. 

"Tony's spearlike tongue kept pumping like a piston in and out of my 
asshole, in-out-in-out-in harder-deeper! My mouth hung open and my eyes 
glared with hot animal ecstasy. Gasping, I cried, Tony ... oh, God! ... I 
can't stand it ... you've got it, baby! ... Oooh ... no ... no ... Tony, I'm 
going to ... to ... to ... scream, BABY! God, what's happening to me ... ? 
So beau-ti-ful ... oh, no, no, oooooooo!' I started to scream in agonizing 
joy, but Tony silenced me wisely as he slapped me hotly across my face. My 
cheek burned with rapture at the smack of his hot commanding hand. His 
tongue never lost a beat as it kept on pumping away into my rectum. Warm, 
salty tears streamed from my eyes as my body convulsed in exquisite animal 
rapture. 

"I heard Tony moan deliciously as his hungry tongue stirred through to the 
rich nerve ends waiting deep inside my rear end. 

"The next thing I knew, Tony had flipped me over on my stomach and had 
fallen on me, pinning me under him helplessly. Then I groaned and cried as 
he slowly pressed the head of his cock firmly up against my quivering but 
well-lubricated sphincter. 'Relax, relax, relax, Pam. Don't fight it, baby,' 
Tony kept saying gently and softly into my ear. Gradually, my body melted 
and relaxed and I could feel the huge slick head of Tony's cock creep slowly 
into my anus. 'Mmmm,' I moaned as the bulging head quickly popped into my 
asshole. 

"The beautiful boy kept pushing his huge prick into my asshole. It hurt at 
first, but then, as I relaxed more, it began to feel exquisitely smooth. 
Like a long smooth torpedo, the shaft of Tony's cock kept easing deeper and 
deeper up my rectum, filling it and stretching it. It was the first time in 
my life I had ever had anything shoved up my anus and I knew it wouldn't be 
the last. Never before had I suspected that getting fucked in the ass could 
make me writhe in unbelievable waves of warm bliss. 

"As Tony socked his big dick deeper into me, my bowels roared and twisted in 
sudden mixed feelings. The warm, sensuous glow changed to a simmering, 
steaming, slow boil as the Mexican youth gradually increased the tempo of 
his big cock, pumping it in and out in long, firm strokes. Reaching around 
my waist, Tony cupped his sweaty hands over my firm round breasts, squeezing 
tenderly, rubbing the nipples so that they stood up stiffly. He pinched my 
tits and rolled the hard nipples between his fingers like two balls of gum. 
I wriggled beneath him and I could feel the little drops of sweat as they 
trickled from his body onto mine. 

"Then he lowered a hand to my crotch and slid a finger all around the inside 
of the lips, circling around my clit which stood out like a little male 
penis. My legs were slippery with love juices which flooded and bubbled from 
the swollen lips of my pussy. With a sudden thrust, he rammed a big finger 
deep inside my cunt and I swooned and choked in heavenly physical pleasure. 
While Tony finger-fucked my sensitive and spasmodic pussy, he jabbed his 
bulging cock again and again into my ass. 

"I was being raped from both sides. My body was torn in agonizing waves of 
explosive pleasure. As Tony's big prick shafted faster and faster in and out 
of my ass like a hot poker, his long finger rammed hotter and faster in and 
out of my frantic cunt and my entire body began to shake and tremble 
violently. My legs kicked and flailed helplessly, my ass burned with 
insensible, delightful pleasure and my cunt throbbed and sputtered. I was 
getting ready to shoot off like Chinese fireworks. Tony could feel my body 
begin to stiffen and writhe and he knew I was about to explode. 'Ooh, 
goddam!' I moaned hysterically. 

"My eyeballs rotated with the madness of unexpected pleasure. I gasped and 
choked and writhed under Tony's beautifully athletic and sexually educated 
body. He rammed his enormous prick like a jerking air-hammer into me, his 
hips moving up and down over my ass, rapidly fucking the hell out of my 
asshole. His finger poked furiously in and out of my screaming cunt and his 
strong arm squeezed me around the waist, pulling me into him so I couldn't 
get away if my life depended on it. Then it hit me like a tidal wave. My 
body was engulfed with ecstasy. 

"I couldn't help myself. I was on fire and I had to express it. I screamed, 
'I'm gonna BLAST!' 

"Tony jammed his long dick into my rectum and yelled, 'Me too, baby! Here I 
come!' 

"Both of us let out animal groans of pleasure as we shot our rocks off 
together. I felt the spasms in his shaft as it pumped hot thick wads of come 
into me, filling my ass, flooding it with the love jellies which spurted 
violently into my intestines. As Tony hunched in and out of my rear end, my 
pussy bubbled and boiled and exploded in a fantastic orgasm. I choked and 
sobbed and gasped in agonizing bliss as cunt juices shot out of my love cave 
and flooded Tony's hand. The waves of rapture continued. Tony's huge hot 
cock kept on firing streams of delicious thick boiling come into my asshole. 
My body was burning with hot liquids flooding through it. Finally we reached 
the end of our incredible orgasm and our bodies went limp as we fell into a 
deep sleep." 

The scene you have just witnessed was the beginning of new and bizarre 
experiences in Pam's sexual life. Pam was a young girl, naive about a great 
many things, but not about sex. At least, she thought she was a real 
swinger. That is, until she ran into Tony. Pam was twenty years old, a sexy 
redhead with freckles, beautiful features and a body which would easily win 
first place in any bathing beauty contest. Born and raised in a small 
country town, Pam had moved to the big city after she graduated from high 
school. 

Working her way through nursing school, Pam became good friends with one of 
the other nurse trainees, Sharon. Sharon was an incredibly attractive Negro 
girl, nineteen years old and the two girls decided to share an apartment 
together. After they got their nursing certificates and found jobs, they 
continued living together because they "felt more secure and safe." Neither 
of the girls had developed any serious relations with young men and often 
they accompanied each other to several of the intimate cocktail lounges and 
nightclubs in their neighborhood. Both girls were from relatively poor 
families and had a healthy, down-to-earth attitude about life. They were 
both anxious to live and love and both girls frequently had male guests turn 
up at the apartment. 

Tony was such a guest. Pam had met Tony at the nightclub where he played 
drums with a combo. They had taken to each other right off the bat. Tony was 
turned on by the freckled redhead and Pam had made no secrets about liking 
the good-looking Latin drummer who shot passionate glances at her when they 
first laid eyes on each other. They liked each other and they both knew it 
and they didn't waste any time in showing it. 

Neither Pam nor Tony, however, could foresee the troublesome end to their 
torrid romance. Man is hardly ever ready to second-guess "Fate." All of us 
seem to be prepared for events in life, but all too often we are surprised 
again and again by the events which interfere with our plans. And some 
times, the very events which interfere with our plans are, ironically, a 
result of our careful planning. 

This is because man, to a very great extent, is at the mercy of his 
unconscious. There are certain parts of our psyche about which we understand 
very little. To a great extent, we are products of our environment. But we 
are also products of our past, products of our forefathers. We have inside 
of us, inside our psyches, generations of learning and information. This 
information is passed down, generation after generation, through 
electrochemical processes and biologically transmitted messages. The content 
and meaning of this information, which we inherit through the genetic 
patterns of our parents and grandparents and ancient ancestors, is seldom 
understood consciously. 

Most of the instinctual and psychical functions of the organism, man, remain 
in our unconscious, but nevertheless, these forces exert themselves on us. 
Even though we are unaware of them, they cause us to react in certain ways 
to certain things. They suddenly flash into near-consciousness at times and 
we say that we have a "hunch" about something. We speak of intuitions, but 
we are not able to explain our intuitions. Our rational intellect is 
influenced by our history as animals, yet we do not fully understand that 
history. 

This lack of understanding causes fears, anxieties, prejudices, taboos, 
superstitions and stomach ulcers to appear at the most inopportune times. 
Consequently, society in general is beset by fears of one kind or another. 
In trying to allay and ward off these fears, societies are impelled to 
construct the most damaging kinds of repressive codes and laws. Repression 
thrives as man seeks to thwart "evil." and ironically, by thwarting evil, 
man cultivates evil. For it is out of repression that crime emerges. Man 
creates evil by foolishly trying to repress it. 

We shall see how fate takes a turn and brings a troublesome, embarrassing 
end to the flourishing romantic interlude between Tony and Pam. Sharon, the 
cute nineteen-year-old black girl who shares the apartment with Pam, returns 
from work earlier than expected, startling Pam and Tony, who are lying 
exhausted on Pam's bed. Pam relates in her own words again what happened 
that night after Sharon burst into the room frightened and almost 
hysterical. And we shall see how this fear played upon the decisions of Pam 
and Sharon later on as this interesting case history unfolds. 

"Tony and I were quickly awakened from our blissful sleep as Sharon came 
tearing hysterically into the apartment. She burst into my bed room where 
Tony and I were lying stark-naked and sleepy-eyed. 'Pam, Pam, oh my God, I'm 
so scared!' she cried as she fell on top of the bed next to me, trembling. 
Tony was trying to fully wake up and comprehend the sudden commotion as he 
raised up on one elbow. When Pam finally noticed that I had a man in my bed, 
she said, 'Oh, I'm so sorry to run in on ya'll like this, but I just had the 
wits scared outa me. Here, have some sheet.' She tried to smile as she 
shakingly pulled the sheet up from the bottom of the bed to cover Tony and 
me. 

" 'What's happening?' Tony finally was able to ask in the middle of a big 
yawn. 

" 'Sharon just had the wits scared outa her by something,' I replied. 'What 
is it? What happened?' I pleaded with Sharon. 

" 'I was about a block from the apartment, walking along James Street and I 
began to get the funny feeling that someone was following me. I glanced 
around, but there was nobody in sight. Then, a few steps later, I was 
certain that someone was following me and I began to run along the sidewalk, 
my heart pounding like crazy.' Sharon started trembling and shaking 
violently again and I put my arm around her and tried to reassure her. 

"There, c'mon, you're here now with me and Tony. It's okay. By the way, this 
is Tony. Tony, Sharon." Tony grunted and waved a hand from his pillow and 
Sharon tried to brave a smile as she wiped a tear from her cheek. 

" 'Sorry,' she said. 'I guess I am acting like a little schoolgirl.' 

"Sharon finished telling us about her ordeal in the streets below. 'I never 
did actually see anything, but I heard it creeping rapidly through the 
leaves along the edge of the sidewalk, about ten yards behind me. I was 
never so frightened in my life. I knew I was going to have a heart attack 
right there on the sidewalk before I made it home. Pam, I'm not staying 
another night in this apartment unless we get a big watchdog, do you hear!' 
She started jerking in little sobs again. This time, Tony came to the 
rescue. 

"He got up, walked around the bed to where Sharon was sitting and sat down 
on the bed next to her. He put his arms around her and spoke gently but 
firmly in her ear. 'Look, Sharon, I want to tell you something. This 
neighborhood is full of young kids who just like to sneak around at night 
scaring people. They do it all the time.' Hugging her tightly around the 
waist, he kissed her on the neck and said, 'Anyway, you're here with us now. 
It would take a fool to pick a fight with me. Ill beat his brains out before 
I let him mess around with you!' Tony smiled as he stood up and flexed his 
arms and chest, showing off the beautifully developed physique he had. 

"Sharon choked out a laugh and finally said, 'I feel okay now. Thanks, Tony. 
Thanks.' She stood up, hugged Tony around the neck and gave him a warm kiss 
on the cheek, then asked, 'Would anyone have a cup of coffee? I'm going to 
have some.' Tony and I declined the offer. 

"A few minutes later, Sharon came back into my bedroom, dressed sexily in a 
thin, see-through nightgown. She was still tearful and a little shaky as she 
sat down on the bed next to Tony. 

" 'Look, why don't you sleep in here with us the rest of the night? Tony is 
big enough to take care of both of us,' I chuckled kiddingly. 

"Tony agreed quickly. 'You got that right, baby.' 

"Sharon slipped off her negligee and quickly slipped under the sheet. Now 
Tony was in the middle, between Sharon and me and I knew that before the 
night was out, we were going to have some fun. Sharon and I had talked about 
having a three way before and here was the chance. It promised to be a 
groovy night, because I really dug Tony and I could tell that Sharon liked 
him, too, although she was trying to 'play it cool.' And it was obvious that 
Tony was more than pleased with the situation. 

"It wasn't long before hands started wandering under the sheet. I was 
getting hot, thinking of the various possibilities which were open for 
exploration. If Sharon was emotionally upset before, due to her narrow 
escape from a sex maniac or something, she was really emotional now, as she 
lowered her beautiful, warm, moist lips over Tony's mouth. Tony was 
squeezing my cunt tenderly with one hand, while his other was squeezing 
Sharon's crotch. 

"Then Sharon stuck her tongue out and started winding her way down Tony's 
neck, down around over his beautifully shaped chest, nibbling and pulling 
with her lips at his curly black hair, biting gently and teasingly on the 
little tight nipples of his breast. She descended further, following the 
little stream of black hair down the middle of Tony's stomach, probing into 
his cute little belly hole with her teasing, flickering tongue. Her hand 
dropped down over Tony's knee and began working slowly up towards his 
stiffening prick, while with her tongue she drooled sexily down over his 
stomach until her lips came in con tact with his throbbing organ. As she 
slid her hand up around his great juicy balls and squeezed them gently, her 
mouth went down over his cock. All the way down. Tony stiffened slightly, 
his muscles rippling in delightful little waves of plea sure as Sharon's hot 
thick lips slid down, down over his shaft, engulfing it completely. I could 
tell she was really working over his head with her tongue. 

"Tony pulled me gently by the hair and guided my lips to his. Quickly, he 
sucked hungrily until my tongue flew into his mouth. I was drooling thick 
spit from my mouth, letting it flow and surge and flood erotically into 
Tony's mouth. He gulped the juices from my mouth and tongue, thirsting for 
more and more of the sweet syrups pouring from my spit glands. My cunt, too, 
was beginning to bubble, flooding into my love nest, trick ling down between 
my legs like honey dripping from a beehive. His finger rubbed gently around 
my clit, which was by now stiff and sensitive and I thrust my tongue deeper 
into Tony's throat while Sharon obviously gave him the best blow job of his 
life. 

"As Sharon worked magic on Tony's enormous cock, shoving her head up and 
down in beautiful rhythm, forcing his shaft deeper and deeper into her 
mouth, Tony started digging into the lips of my cunt, easing his finger 
further and further in side, twisting his finger like a writhing snake all 
around the inside of my trembling pussy. God, I was getting hot fast. Tony 
sucked harder on my mouth, drawing my tongue deep into her mouth, draining 
me of my juices, swallowing the lotions which spewed from my tongue. 

"Then Tony whispered in my ear, 'Sit on my face.' I turned around smoothly 
and squatted down over Tony's face, lowering my dribbling cunt right onto 
his mouth. Jesus, what a sensation it was to feel those Mexican lips start 
sucking into my gar den of red pussy-hair. Sharon glanced up and nodded in 
approval, winking at me slyly. She was letting me know that she really was 
turned on by my sexy Latin boyfriend. Quickly she resumed her task of 
sucking off Tony. 

"I pressed my vulva firmly down onto Tony's face. His tongue began poking 
and jabbing like a snake into the crack of my pussy. Then he slid his tongue 
all around and over my clit, sending little surges of tingling pleasure 
shooting up through my stomach and down through my legs. Then, back into my 
crevice went his long tongue. God, I didn't realize how long Tony's tongue 
was until I felt it stab deeply up into my oozing canal. It stretched and 
grew longer and stiffer as it swam up, up, up into my narrow cave of love 
and I gasped as it writhed and wriggled like a little snake inside my hole. 

"Then Tony drew his tongue out of my screaming cunt and lifted my hips up 
enough so that he could slide his tongue back along the crack between my 
legs. From my cunt hole it moved nearer and nearer to my asshole. Tony was 
hungry again for the fragrantly musky aroma which lingered around my ass. 
Before I knew it, his mouth had cupped over my anus and started sucking. His 
tongue began to dart with little jerks against my quivering shit-hole, 
taunting and teasing the nervous sphincter until it began to loosen and 
relax. Then, as he sucked hard over the opening, he began shoving his big 
tongue like a hot poker into my ass. I groaned and wriggled on top of him, 
my cheeks tightening against his face, my hands rubbing hotly over his 
sweating and slippery chest. I pinched his tits and then bounced up and down 
on his face. I could feel his nose as it rammed again and again into my 
asshole. Tony loved it and so did I. 

"This was the first time I had ever been 'nose fucked' in the ass and it was 
something else. Bouncing up and down, ramming my ass hard into his face, I 
could really feel the end of Tony's nose as it thrust again and again up my 
ass. 

"Sharon was really going to town on Tony's big luscious cock and she watched 
in delight as Tony gasped and sucked as I sat over his face. I was getting 
close to orgasm as Tony began fucking me with two fingers now. Two large 
index fingers jabbed into my lips alternately. As Tony pulled one out with a 
jerk, he shoved the other finger deep inside with a quick thrust. This 
two-way motion inside my pussy was more than I could stand. 'Ooooh, ummmm 
... MMMMMM!' I groaned as Tony kept the crazy rhythm of his fingers pushing 
and pulling inside my cunt. The combined sensations of those two huge brown 
fingers fucking away at my pussy, plus the hammering of his knuckles against 
my clit, plus the passionate ramming of his tongue in and out of my asshole 
was sending me quickly on my way to impossible joy. 

"Sharon, who had been finger-fucking herself, now squatted over Tony's 
trembling hips. She centered her tight but drooling black cunt-lips right 
over Tony's shaft, which stood up straight and stiff like a sword, the head 
bulging with desire, almost ready to explode and shoot boiling spurts of 
come towards the ceiling. I was on the verge of a dynamite blast. And Tony 
was ready to shoot, too. Sharon couldn't hold off any longer. I watched 
hungrily and savagely as Sharon centered her pulsating lips over Tony's 
long, hot ramrod. Then, with a little groan, Sharon fell onto Tony's cock. 
It shafted deep and hard into her vagina and she let out a little shriek of 
pain and bliss. Sharon and I were facing each other, as I wriggled on top of 
Tony's face and she bounced up and down over his groin. I could see the 
thick brown club as it plunged in and out of Sharon's black bulging cunt and 
I could feel Tony's two fingers stroking in opposite directions in and out 
of my steaming pussy. Tony's tongue was stretching deep into my ass, 
writhing like a big serpent inside my rectum, electrifying my body with 
surges of animal rapture. 

"Then Sharon got a wild glare in her eyes, her mouth began to hang open and 
she started gasping like a choking animal. She was about ready to blast. Her 
body hunched faster and faster, up and down over Tony's enormously swollen 
cock and she was out of this world with ecstasy. Her firm round breasts 
bounced and vibrated as she quickened her motions. She was getting fucked 
long and hard by Tony's horny hot poker and she could barely stand the 
tormenting bliss which tore her body. 

"Then all hell broke loose. The three of us couldn't hold it off any longer. 
I moaned, 'Oh, God! Oh, God! DO IT!' Sharon began babbling like a voodoo 
witch-doctor and Tony made incredible quick snorts and choking sounds, like 
a pig with a stick rammed up its ass. Sharon and I fell towards each other, 
our mouths coming together hotly and forcefully. We sucked and kissed each 
other with terrible moans of pleasure as the volcanic explosion neared. Then 
it hit all three of us with the fury of a hurricane. 

" 'I'm blasting!' Sharon shrieked, as she plunged her cunt downward, forcing 
Tony's long thick dick all the way up her cunt. 'I'm blasting, too!' I 
gasped, as Sharon and I kissed hotly, her thick lips drooling over mine, my 
tongue slithering into her mouth. Then Tony let out a long loud moan from 
under my ass as he began to shoot his cream into Sharon's begging beehive. 
His mouth sucked on my quivering asshole and his body jerked and twisted 
under me and Sharon, but he couldn't escape the madness which racked his 
writhing body. Sharon vibrated on top of his box, shooting her juices out 
all over Tony's balls and stomach and Tony's cock fired thick globs of 
searing come into her burning black love-shaft. My own scorching pussy was 
drenching Tony's face and chin and neck and head with slimy hot come. 

"After long moments of blasting and coming and exploding all over each 
other, our pants and gasps began to subside. Sharon and I began to sob and 
cry quietly, still sitting on top of Tony. We sobbed and giggled because we 
had never before experienced anything so beautiful and complete. 

"We finally fell exhausted. No one spoke. There was nothing to say. The 
three of us fell into a profoundly secure and pleasurable sleep, with Tony 
cuddled up between me and Sharon. 

"When we awoke the next morning, Sharon fixed a lovely breakfast and we sat 
smiling at each other. I guess we all three were kind of in love with each 
other. We were happy and we knew it. And we knew that there would be great 
times ahead in bed. 

"Before Tony left that morning, he told us not to worry about being 
frightened anymore. He promised to bring us a big beautiful German police 
dog which he owned. "This dog is so intelligent,' he said, 'that it knows 
exactly what to do in any given situation.' He gave me and Sharon a luscious 
kiss, promised to see us later that same night and left with a happy whistle 
on his lips." 

We shall soon understand a little more about Tony's "generosity" in 
providing the girls with a German police dog. On the surface, the purpose of 
the gift was to make the girls feel more secure in their apartment. Sharon 
and Pam did not feel very safe after Sharon's frightening moment on the dark 
street. They felt that some crazy sex-maniac was planning to get into their 
pad so he could ravage them, maybe even kill them. 

Tony, of course, realized that the two girls were just jumpy and a little 
paranoid. But he also knew that this was a good chance to have someone take 
care of his rather unusual pet. Tony's big dog was named Blue. Blue was a 
large canine and his coat was thick and black and heavy and when the sun 
light hit his fur just right, it took on a blue-black sheen, glinting like 
metal. Blue was unusually beautiful, as well as huge. and he had another 
peculiarity about him. 

Blue loved girls. He had been especially trained, from the time he was a 
young pup, to respond to the sexual caresses of young women. The reason for 
this is that he was being groomed and trained to perform sexual acts with 
girls. Tony had made quite a bit of money by staging little shows for stag 
parties, private get-togethers of businessmen and so on. Probably, Tony even 
imagined that soon he could coax Sharon or Pam, or both, to earn a little 
extra money by working for him. As it turned out, however, the situation 
never got a chance to develop that far. 

We may scoff at first when it is suggested that a male dog might desire to 
copulate with a human female. The idea is so foreign to our experience that 
it doesn't seem possible. We simply can't imagine that any lower beast would 
ever respond in a positive, aggressive manner, sexually speaking, towards a 
human. But, indeed, this phenomenon is not at all unheard of. 

In Mexico, for example, one may easily inquire as to the whereabouts of such 
"nightclubs." All you need do is simply and courteously ask almost any cab 
driver. They are well-informed on such matters of exact location, schedules 
of performances, etc. And for a small monetary token of appreciation, you 
may be driven discreetly to such a place and picked up when the show is 
over. The taxi drivers of Mexico City depend, to a great ex tent, on the 
tourist traffic and trade and are well informed "in matters of vice." 

Tony was originally from Mexico and therefore he was not innocent in matters 
revolving around sex. He understood, better than most young men of American 
culture, that sex is an important and constantly boiling aspect of man's 
makeup. And he was not ashamed of this fact. He himself loved sex-the wilder 
the better, as far as he was concerned. Sex was a fact of life. It was so 
obviously a fact of life that Tony really had difficulty in understanding 
the "gringos' hang-ups" about sex. To Tony, it seemed oddly and curiously 
contradictory that men should always have to hide behind locked doors in 
order to enjoy sexual freedom and in a way, Tony is quite right. It is 
strangely ironic that man should have to be so secretive when he does the 
very thing he loves the most: ex pressing his basic sexual urges, regardless 
of the form these urges may take. 

But, of course, man has for centuries had all kinds of inhibitions in regard 
to sex. And when one tries to investigate the reasons for these sexual 
inhibitions, we get down to one well-focused factor. That factor is fear. 

Fear has been a function in man and other animals, from time immemorial. 
Fear is a function of instinct. Fear is a function of survival. But how do 
we justify a particular fear when clearly that fear can be shown to have 
nothing whatever to do with survival? In searching for the answer to this 
question, we often see ourselves trying to hack our way through the tangled 
jungles of man's psyche and in order to make any great progress through the 
morass of man's mentality, we discover that it is necessary to open the 
pages of the past and examine the mythologies of man. 

We eventually discover that when we study mythology, we are indeed studying 
man's psyche. For the great stories and myths are a creation of man. The 
creation not only of man's conscious, but man's unconscious. In every way, 
in fact, the un conscious is the great guide, friend and advisor of the 
conscious. All men are in touch with their un conscious, whether they want 
to realize it or admit it or not. Residing in our unconscious is a real and 
vital world that continuously expresses itself to our conscious. Our dreams 
are just such an expression. Our secret daydreams are products of our un 
conscious. And our dreams which occur while we sleep at night are vital 
messages which spark from our unconscious, trying to tell us something, 
trying to advise us on a particular matter. Of course, our dreams are often 
difficult to interpret. Thanks to great thinkers, such as C. G. Jung, we are 
beginning to understand these codes and symbols which creep up from our 
unconscious. 

And not only do we get glimpses of our unconscious from our nighttime dreams 
as we snore heavily in bed. Not only do we get moments of in sight during a 
daydream while we stroll along a sunny street. Not only do we occasionally 
begin to understand ourselves by observing our reactions to people, places 
and things. But we also can understand a great deal about our unconscious in 
the study of mythology. For myth is a product of mind. And the vast bulk of 
material in our mind is-unconscious. 

In man's myths, we find the symbols and illustrations of many archetypal 
patterns. All over the world, in many different cultures and societies, we 
find remarkable similarities among these patterns, myths, folk legends and 
primitive rituals. Regardless of where we look, regardless of what strange 
new land we travel through, be it the North Pole, or the Sahara Desert, we 
find again and again the amazing similarities of patterns and symbols 
between one culture and another. Jung, again, probably more than any other 
man in history, has done more to organize and catalogue and examine these 
patterns and symbols and out of his insight has come a vital new approach to 
understanding. 

In man's religions, we can catch glimpses of his connections, his urges to 
relate in some way, to animals. In art and music, we can observe man's at 
tempts to illustrate these urges. For example, we have the legend of 
"hellish demons" and animal spirits who descend on St. Anthony, tormenting 
his soul. We can observe, among many cultures, even our own, man's urges to 
dress himself like an animal. This is seen among Indian tribes and even 
among our own children as they prepare for "Halloween." 

Even in popular literature, we always find examples of man's thriving to 
know himself through involvement with animals. Beauty and the Beast, Dr. 
Jekyll and Mr. Hyde, Alice in Wonderland, Tarzan of the Apes are just 
several of a long list of examples. And in stories and fairy tales from all 
over the world, we find numerous examples of man's interest in and 
fascination with, animals and animal-human types. Man loves to talk of 
mermaids, vampires, werewolves. We read fables about unicorns, ape-men, 
wolf-men, witches who have wings and can fly, satyrs, minotaur's, goats 
which represent various gods, serpents which rep resent "sin" or "evil," 
fawns which symbolize shyness and femininity, gods who change into swans and 
rape young girls, dogs who became hero-figures. Man seems to have an 
unconscious but relentless romance with the animals. 

Some men are at home, to a greater extent than others, with their 
unconscious. Many men seem to have a happy and healthy acceptance of the 
forces of life which swell up within them. Perhaps the main reason for this 
is that they have not been re pressed beyond repair, as so many individuals 
have been. In most cultures, certainly in the cultures of the Western world, 
man is subjected to an incredible number of taboos, from the time he pops 
from the womb to the time he pops into the grave. It is interesting to 
imagine what a man would be like if he were left free to develop in a 
nonrepressive society. These taboos and prejudices stem primarily from 
religious codes and doctrines and pervade into man's thinking processes and 
daily habits more than we would care to admit. But they are there, 
nevertheless. They tell us "no" when our hearts and bodies tell us "yes." 
Consequently, man is a jumble of contradictory feelings and impulses. And 
all too often, these contradictions lead to crippling conflicts within the 
overall psyche of the individual. All too often, the individual crumbles 
within the shell he had constructed for protection-protection from the 
feelings of guilt and fear which are always the products of repression. 

Not only is man capable of warm feelings of affection for animals, even 
sexual feelings, but some animals develop a love and affection for humans. 
Konrad Lorenz, the great naturalist, often found himself in the curious role 
of mother to a brood of newly hatched ducklings. Naturalists all over the 
world have been able to observe how the young of many animal species may 
attach themselves to a human "mother" if the real mother is not around. 

This same syndrome may be utilized "artificially" when a young dog is raised 
among prostitutes and whores. It is only natural that a male animal might 
learn to want to copulate with human females, given the proper conditioning 
and training from time of birth. This was the case with Blue, the big, 
happy, affectionate German shepherd which Tony brought to Sharon and Pam. 
The girls were only too happy to have Blue as a companion and watchdog. Tony 
was only too happy that they should have Blue, for Tony knew that Blue loved 
girls and Tony was just mischievous enough and curious enough to see what 
would hap pen when Blue moved in with Pam and Sharon. Pam unfolds the erotic 
and dreamlike description of events as her case history continues. 

"The following night, Tony returned with Blue, his huge and lovely German 
police dog. Immediately, Sharon and I took to Blue. I guess this was because 
he took so much to us. I couldn't believe that such an affectionate creature 
would be much use as a watchdog, but Tony assured us that Blue would be good 
protection against burglars and sex maniacs. Blue sniffed into every corner 
and closet, quickly and efficiently familiarizing himself with the entire 
apartment. He seemed to be very much at home. 

"Tony said he had to go and play in his combo at a late party. Smiling, he 
bid us all good-night and said he would probably see us next day. After Tony 
left, Sharon and Blue and I settled down on the living room floor to watch 
the late movie. It wasn't long before Blue took over the show. 

"Sharon and I began to notice that Blue was nudging embarrassingly close to 
our crotches. At first we shrugged it off as his being just overly 
affectionate and we didn't think much about it. But, as the evening wore on, 
Blue became more and more demonstrative in his affections and tried to 
nuzzle right into my panties, sticking out his tongue, trying to lick into 
my pussy. Finally, I gave up and took my panties off and spread my legs out 
in a wide V shape. Sharon started giggling and squealing in delight as Blue 
quickly dived his nose into my nest and started lapping like crazy over my 
lips. 

"The next thing we noticed about Blue was his canine cock. Before, it had 
been well concealed in his furry skin-sheath. But now it began protruding 
and swelling into the most enormous dog penis I had ever seen. The slick 
shaft, pink and moist and quivering in a state of sexual excitement, jutted 
out fully seven long inches. Sharon and I gasped and gazed in amazement at 
it as it swung erotically back and forth under his sleek stomach. Then we 
noticed his balls. Blue had huge black balls swinging just behind his 
enticing cock. 

"Bouncing like big golf balls in a black leathery pouch, the dog's testicles 
seemed swollen with rich stores of dog come. Sharon was flat-out bug eyed at 
the sight and had to feel them to believe them. 'They're real!' she 
squealed, as she cupped them in her fingers and squeezed them gently. Blue 
spread his legs apart so she could reach under easier and play with his 
genitals. All this time, Blue was licking away into my red cunt hairs. Both 
Sharon and I were getting hot with this new kind of creature. Neither of us 
could believe the length and thickness of Blue's big male prod. 

"Here was an animal who loved to suck cunt. That much was obvious. What we 
didn't know was that Blue loved a lot of other things, too. Blue's nose kept 
pressing into my pussy and finally his black steaming nostrils began to 
shove against my cunt lips. His tongue was working like nothing you ever 
saw, darting in and out, in and out, sucking like a baby calf in order to 
lap up the secretions which were now oozing out of my lips. The feel of his 
dog-tongue inside my cunt was a new experience for me. It was mildly rough, 
but the way Blue was using it, it was pure torturous plea sure. 

"Sharon had gone out of her mind over Blue's big cock and she was lying on 
the floor under his hind legs, her face just under the enormous swinging 
shaft of his dick. 'God damn!' Sharon said in amazement, as her hands 
squeezed around his bulbous hanging balls. Blue seemed to know exactly what 
to do. He began squatting lower and lower over Sharon's face. Finally, his 
long pink rod slid into Sharon's mouth and with a quick hunching movement, 
Blue jammed his long cock into it. I could see easily the entire length of 
his canine pride as it slid voluptuously and forcefully between Sharon's 
lips. All seven inches of bulging dog-prick stuffed down her throat. Sharon 
groaned in the newsness of the moment and I felt a little jealous that I 
didn't have that luscious, stiff piece of meat telescoping down my throat. 

"We changed positions and now I was lying flat on the floor. I took a quick 
long delicious suck on Blue's huge prick, then eased his swinging prong over 
my throbbing pussy. He got the general hint and I easily guided his stiff 
and jerking organ into the opening of my cunt lips. When he sensed that the 
time was right, he jammed his cock deep and fast into me with the force of a 
freight train. I thought I was going to pass out with the sudden feeling of 
his torpedo-like tool ramming deep into my vagina, but it felt so 
exquisitely hot and strange that I didn't want to miss anything. I could 
only gasp as Blue began hunching in and out of my cunt, fucking me like I've 
never been fucked before or since. His big club jammed in and out with quick 
animal lurches and the walls of my vagina were beginning to glow and pulse 
from the heat created by the friction of his dog dick sliding in and out of 
my pussy. 

"While I writhed in growing ecstasy, drifting in a blissful and dreamlike 
trance of animal and sexual passion, letting my senses take me to un heard 
of raptures, Sharon squatted over my face. 'Oh, baby, give it to me,' I 
begged in a whisper. Sharon kept her lovely, beautifully swollen cunt-lips 
just inches above my mouth, teasing my senses, torturing me by letting me 
see and smell her inviting and throbbing black cunt-lips. I hungered to suck 
into her canal, to know the sweet salty liquids just inside her tight 
crevice. 

" 'I think I have to pee,' Sharon said and started to get up and leave for 
the bathroom. 'No, don't go,' I begged and pulled her back down over my 
face. 'You don't have to go anywhere to take a leak, baby,' I said as I 
reached up with my tongue and tickled her cunt lips. 'You can take a piss 
right here, right now, honey,' I hinted. Blue panted hotly, fucking away 
like crazy in and out of my juicy drooling cunt. 

"The next thing I felt was a burst of hot piss shooting from Sharon's pussy 
all over my face. God, it was beautiful. I didn't want it to stop. And it 
didn't stop. Faster and faster her pee shot out of her lips, over my eyes, 
into my mouth, around my neck. I let the stream burn into my mouth. It was 
delicious. Sharon reached down and was massaging my tits with her strong 
black hands and Blue was ramming the hell outa my cunt and the hot golden 
stream shot forcefully out of the black lips right into my mouth, flooding 
my mouth and throat, running over and down my cheeks, hot and exciting and 
fragrant. I loved Sharon's piss as it poured richly and freely from her 
pussy into my face. 

"Then, before she was finished pissing, Sharon forced her cunt into my face 
and the hot liquid squirted right into my mouth and nose. I gasped and 
moaned in demented stabs of pleasure as her boiling pee spouted and spewed 
from her beautiful throbbing lips. My tongue shoved up hard into her cunt 
while she kept on pissing into my mouth. I stretched my tongue deeply into 
her caverns, hoping to find the source of this blissful piss. Sharon groaned 
at the feel of my tongue up her cunt as she peed into my mouth. 

"Then the black beauty moved her cunt off my mouth and replaced it with her 
asshole. I quickly sucked into the quivering little round hole of her 
shit-shaft and began thrusting my tongue up into it. She wriggled on top of 
my face, forcing herself down into my mouth, forcing my tongue to slide 
deeper and deeper up her rectum. God, it was thrilling and lustful, being 
lost in the cave of her rear end. Floating on clouds of physical ecstasy, I 
fucked Sharon's anus with my hungry tongue while Blue screwed the shit out 
of my screaming cunt. 

"I was being worked up to one big explosion and I wasn't sure if I could 
stay conscious and tolerate the heavenly waves of exotic stimulation which 
were bombarding my senses. I could still taste the delightful piss from 
Sharon's cunt, even though my tongue was now ramming deep into her rectum. I 
could feel the thick ooze around my tongue and then I could begin to taste 
the dark fudges of her asshole as my tongue swam through them, probing back 
and forth, in and out, sucking and thirsting after the thick rich treasures 
which were stirring hotly inside her ass. 

"While Blue pumped away like a sex-machine gun into my screeching pussy, he 
lapped loudly and sloppily into Sharon's cunt. He loved the taste of the 
sweet-salty lotions which drooled out of her black pussy-lips. His tongue 
darted in and out like a long penis, shoving deep and strong into her canal. 
While Blue was tearing her apart from the front, I was ripping her anus with 
my tongue and soon she began to shake violently. I knew this meant that it 
was just seconds away before she exploded. 

"Blue seemed to sense the closeness of Sharon's orgasm and this made him 
start ramrodding my buzzing crotch even faster. I could feel all seven 
inches of his hot swelling dog-cock fucking the living hell out of my 
boiling cunt. Then I knew I was on the verge of coming. Suddenly, Blue 
started hammering in and out of my pussy like a steam-driven jackhammer, 
making my body vibrate like an electric blender. This drove me out of my 
mind and I knew I was going to blow. Then Sharon groaned heavily, her body 
shook violently, her anus muscles convulsed and squeezed tightly around my 
tongue, as she started her incredible orgasm. 

"I heard Sharon mumble incoherently, 'Ohhh ... ummm ... ummmm!' Her body 
quaked and shook and she let out a loud rhapsodic fart into my mouth as she 
screamed, 'God, I'M BLASTING!' At the very moment Sharon shouted that she 
was blasting, I started coming all over the place. Blue jackhammered fast 
and furious into my cunt and the juices went flying everywhere. Blue was 
lapping like crazy to suck in all the thick creams which poured and shot 
from Sharon's cunt and kept ramming his long thick dog shaft deep and 
violently into my flowing, spurting pussy. 

"I could feel the stiff thrusts cutting into me as Blue's cock shot dog come 
into me. I could feel the hot squirts spitting from the end of his 
convulsing shaft, burning my vagina with tingling, tormenting oceans of 
canine sperm-semen. Blue's body was arched and stiff and jerking as he shot 
his wad into me. My eyes saw stars, I think. Sharon was humming or groaning 
or moaning some kind of a chant, like a black witch. She was still in the 
blissful trance of extreme sexual fulfillment. The three of us finally shot 
the last of our hot milky fluids and fell to the floor exhausted. 

"Somehow, Sharon and I made our way to the bed and fell on it together. 
Then, just as we were falling into a trancelike sleep, we felt the big 
masculine body of Blue curl up between us. 

"Around two o'clock that night, I heard a soft tapping on the door. Blue 
growled, jumped out of the bed and dashed into the living room. I followed 
and when I reached the door, I said, 'Who is it?' Tony answered and I opened 
the door. Tony smiled broadly and stepped inside. Standing out in the 
hallway was one of the most beautiful boys I had ever seen. Tony said, "This 
is my friend, Joe. He plays in a rock band here in town.' 

" 'Hello, Joe. C'mon in,' I said sleepily. Joe was lanky, almost six feet 
tall, about the same height as Tony. Joe wasn't as heavy as Tony, but he 
looked strong and wiry. The most remarkable aspect of his features was his 
face, one of the most lovely faces I had ever seen on a man. Like with most 
hippie types, his bland hair hung straight down to his shoulders, framing 
his fair-skinned face. 'Hope we're not intruding,' he said softly, his 
blue-green eyes flashing sexily. Sharon stood in the doorway of the bedroom, 
yawning, stark naked, showing off her gorgeous black body. 

" 'Wow,' gasped Joe when he caught sight of Sharon. 'Wow!' he repeated. Joe 
was really turned on by Sharon and everyone could tell that she loved it. 
She smiled coyly, but didn't say anything. Without another word, Joe caught 
Sharon up in his arms and planted his hot lips to hers. Then he picked her 
up and carried her back into the bedroom. Tony and I smiled and followed in 
after them. Before I knew it, the four of us were going at it on the bed. By 
the time Tony and Joe had stripped down completely naked, Sharon and I were 
more than ready for anything they had to offer. 

"When I caught sight of Joe's naked body crawling into the bed, my womb 
started purring like a motorboat with tingling anticipation. Here were two 
hot girls on a launching pad ready to go into orbit and here were two 
good-looking studs ready to start the countdown and ignite the engines. My 
heart raced with excitement. Sharon was transfixed at the sight of Joe's 
long dangling cock as it swung back and forth, bouncing off his thighs like 
a huge rubber hose. Then it started to jerk and rise, the smooth red head 
swelling and bulging with sexual appetite. As it erected itself like a 
flagpole, the big balls could be seen swinging heavily between Joe's legs. 
My mouth yearned for them. As Joe climbed into the bed, I grabbed his cock 
in my hand and pulled him to me. Then I lowered my head and sucked those big 
juicy balls right into my mouth. While I sucked and slurped on Joe's 
sperm-filled sacks, Sharon started sucking hotly on his big pale-pink prick. 
The blond hairs on his balls and in the crack of his ass tickled my nose as 
I deliriously massaged his balls with my tongue. I wanted to bite them off 
and swallow them whole. 

"Then, satisfied with my first taste of Joe's seductive sex organs, I 
grabbed Tony's big brown Mexican stud-piece and slid my lips tightly and 
hotly over the head, letting my mouth slide over and down his pulsating 
shaft. It tasted so good, I could hardly wait to make it shoot off and fill 
my mouth with hot salty come. Sharon and I started giving Joe and Tony the 
most fantastic blow jobs they had ever had. The two boys trembled and panted 
as they watched us suck away on their huge cocks. 

"But they were not going to make it so easy for us. Tony grabbed my legs and 
held them in the air and while Sharon sucked on Joe's cock, Joe leaned over 
and face-dived into my pussy. I felt his tongue jam immediately into my 
pussy lips and then plunge deep into my vagina. I wriggled with agonizing 
stabs of pleasure. As Joe's tongue worked feverishly inside my vagina, 
twisting and writhing like a slimy snake, one of his hands reached under my 
ass. The next thing I felt was his long finger pushing firmly and smoothly 
right up my asshole. God, it was good. It was so good I wanted to scream. 

" 'No, shit, Tony ... Joe ... I ... I ... I'm getting ... ready ... to ... 
SHIT!' 

"Tony said softly and commandingly, like a doctor ordering his patient, 
"That's right, Pam, you have to shit. Give it to Joe like a good girl.' As 
Joe rammed his finger in and out of my ass and plunged his tongue in and out 
of my dripping cunt, I could feel the hot soft turd sliding down my rectum. 
The sensation was divine, rapturous, shattering pleasure. Tony held tightly 
to my kicking legs and as I let out a little aromatic fart, Joe really began 
fucking my asshole with his finger hard and fast Then my whole body jerked 
and twisted in delicious bliss as I headed for orgasm. 'I'm getting ready to 
explode!' I cried. 

"Suddenly, Joe jerked his finger out of my ass hole and whacked me across 
the face with his hand. My cheek smarted and burned, but it was blissful 
pleasure. I knew Joe slapped me in order to keep me from shooting right 
away. He leaned down and kissed me hotly and lovingly, sucking my tongue 
into his mouth, then releasing the suction and letting his tongue fly back 
into my mouth. God, I couldn't take much more of this beautiful treatment. 

"Tony laid down on the bed on his back and lifted me around so that my 
asshole was just above his big Latin prick. 'Yes, Tony, oh, God, yes! Fuck 
my ass, baby!' I sobbed and begged. Then I felt Tony's bulging cock-head 
begin to slide up into my ass. In and in it went, pushing and shoving my 
bowels as it plugged deeper and deeper into my rectum. 

"While Tony fucked my ass, Joe took a joint of pot from his shirt pocket and 
lit it He and Sharon took deep drags from the joint and then Joe held it for 
me while I took a deep drag. Then Tony, still fucking me in the ass, took a 
deep drag. We kept passing around the weed until it was all gone. Sharon and 
I had had grass a couple of times before and we liked it okay. But this 
grass was really strong. My body began to feel light and giddy and wonderful 
as Tony's huge cock kept ramming smoothly in and out of my anus. 

"Tony pulled me back down on him, so I was lying on top of him, my back to 
his chest. He reached around me with his arms and held me a prisoner of love 
while he shoved his meat to me, plunging in and out of my ass in primitive 
delicious rhythms. Then Joe climbed up over us and squatted over our heads. 
I could see his juicy balls swinging just inches above my mouth. Then he 
centered his huge cock in between my lips and rammed it home into my throat. 
I gasped in sheer agony and ecstasy. As Joe plunged his huge throbbing cock 
in and out of my mouth, he reached down and squeezed my ballooning breasts 
with his long strong fingers. 

"But I was to feel even more insane pleasure, for, without warning, Sharon 
had thrust her thick luscious lips over my quivering pussy and began sliding 
her trembling tongue all over my clitoris. My body lurched uncontrollably. 
Never had I had so much going into me at one time. I thought I would burn 
out as my nervous system buzzed and sparked with high-tension ecstasy. Then, 
I heard Joe command Blue to get Sharon. As Sharon leaned over the bottom of 
the bed, her head buried in my pussy, Blue jumped up behind her and shoved 
his terrifyingly long animal cock right up her cunt. She vibrated and shook 
with surges of pure rapture as Blue hunched faster and faster in and out of 
her scorching black crotch. 

"Tony was under me, fucking my asshole in sanely, thrusting that big brown 
shaft deep and hard up my rectum, faster and faster. Joe was panting heavily 
and groaning more and more loudly as his beautiful thick penis stretched and 
filled the cavity of my mouth, fucking my mouth and throat in long smooth 
strokes. His hands slapped and squeezed at my firm melons and Sharon's 
tongue darted and twisted inside my drooling pussy. And keeping up with 
everyone was Blue, hunching into Sharon's cunt like she was the bitch he had 
been waiting for all his life. 

"Then, like magic, we all began heading for that impossible moment. The five 
of us increased our frantic movements together, like one exploding 
sex-machine gone wild. I felt Joe's dick swell suddenly in my mouth. I felt 
the spasms begin in Tony's cock as he shoved it hard up my ass. I could feel 
the violent thrusting of Sharon's tongue deep inside my dripping cunt. I 
could feel my own body stiffen in the last moments before orgasm. Then, we 
all jerked and trembled and then blasted away together! Joe cried, 'Yeah, 
baby!' as he shot a torrent of searing come into my mouth. It boiled over my 
tongue, spurted furiously into my throat and I gulped the thick hot cream 
hungrily. In big spurts it shot like lava from his bulging cock as he kept 
ramming it in and out of my mouth. Tony fired his Latin sperm-jellies right 
up my ass and I could feel their heat as they exploded into my rectum. My 
cunt showered into Sharon's face and she sucked away ravenously, jamming her 
tongue into my canal. Sharon released cups of fluids which dripped and oozed 
over Blue's canine cock as he kept socking it to her. All of us were panting 
and heaving as we took the full impact of our rapturous orgasms. But then 
..." 

It was inevitable that such hedonistic activity as described above would 
eventually be brought to the attention of neighbors, the law, and finally, 
psychiatry. As it was. 

In this particular case history, we see the development of a bestial act 
stemming from the fact that Blue was drawn to human females. He was 
attracted to them because he had been conditioned to respond in that manner 
since he was a small pup. Blue loved girls. And Pam and Sharon were 
uninhibited enough, animalistic enough and desperate enough to be loved by 
anything, man or beast. 

CHAPTER FIVE Of Goats and Gods 

"Unzipping the front of my trousers and letting them fall to the floor, I 
stood there in front of the mirror, trying to judge whether or not my weight 
lifting sessions down at the Y were worth the effort. Deciding that they 
were paying off better than I had expected, I smiled at the reflection of my 
young nude body, pleased with the way my tan was beginning to come along. I 
could see the dark-brown hair curl slightly as it grew on my chest, drifting 
downward into a smooth thin line over my navel and down over my flat hard 
belly, coming to nest cozily in swirls as it tufted itself around the base 
of my cock. Not bad, not bad for seventeen, I thought to myself, holding my 
six inches of limp meat in my hand. 

"It wasn't long before I started feeling pretty hot, looking at myself in 
the mirror like that. My prick started to stretch from a six-inch soft 
wiener into a throbbing eight-inch ramrod and I knew I'd better get on with 
my bath before I started jacking off. I settled into the tub of warm water, 
lying back and closed my eyes. I could hear mom getting ready to leave the 
house to go on her business trip and she was giving orders to Susie, my 
little thirteen-year-old sister. 'You kids be good, now, while I'm gone. 
Susie, you take care of your big brother like a good girl, okay? Mike,' she 
yelled from the living room, 'you watch after Susie and don't forget to feed 
Butch. Bye-bye.' Butch is our two-year-old Irish setter. I heard the door 
open, then close. When I heard the car back out of the driveway, I knew that 
mom was finally on her way. 

"Breathing a little sigh of relief, I slipped further down into the water, 
dreaming of one whole week of wild freedom while mom was gone. I thought 
about inviting some of my friends over for a wild party, maybe even having 
some kind of sex orgy or something. I could see, in my imagination, a house 
full of kids from school, boys drinking beer, girls squealing and running 
around half nude, just begging to get fucked. My pulse quickened as I made 
all kinds of plans for a week of seduction and sin. 

"My cock was standing straight up, the head sticking five inches up out of 
the water. I watched it jerking and splashing in the hot water. Just then I 
heard a little giggle. Opening my eyes, I blushed crimson to find my sister 
Susie standing by the door watching me. 

" 'Get out of here,' I yelled at her. 

" 'No!' she snapped back, walking further into the bathroom. 'I have just as 
much right as you do to be in this bathroom and I can watch you if I please. 
Anyway, mom's gone and it doesn't matter anyway!' 

"I grew red with rage at her impudence. 'You little bitch, you want me to 
knock the shit outa you!' I barked. I stood up in the tub, my swollen member 
swinging like a big sausage between my legs. She squealed and giggled as I 
threw the washrag at her, but she didn't move. I knew she was really 
enthralled by the sight of my big cock as it swung back and forth between my 
thighs, slapping against my legs. 

" 'Lookie, lookie at the big hot dog,' she teased with little girlish 
giggles. 

"I picked up a bar of soap and threw it hard. It bounced off the side of her 
head and she stopped giggling. 

"She put her hand up to her head, her cute little lips beginning to quiver 
and tremble. She stood there, looking at me with a terrible hurt expression 
on her face and began crying. I said, 'Now, you asked for that and you know 
it!' I slipped back down in the tub. Susie stood by the washbasin, still 
looking at me with that hurt expression and my heart began to soften a 
little. Finally, she stopped crying enough to choke out, 'All I wanted to do 
was take a bath with you and play in the tub like we used to do when we were 
little, Mike.' Then she started crying again. Feeling pretty bad about it, I 
finally gave in and told her she could get in the tub with me if she still 
wanted to. 

"Susie, beginning to find her composure, slipped her clothes off. I watched 
her out of the corner of my eye as she grabbed her pink-lace panties and 
started pulling them down. The tight little bulging curve of her rear end 
sent a little shiver up my back and as she pulled the blouse off her 
shoulders, the little bulges on her chest stood out like oranges. My dick 
started throbbing as she turned around and came over to the tub. As she 
lifted a leg over the rim of the tub, I could see the entire crack of her 
ass, from her cunt all the way around to her asshole. Her skin was smooth, 
pinkish and inviting and I knew she was a virgin. She wasn't shy about 
anything, mainly because she didn't know what there was to be shy about, I 
guess. 

"I could hardly hold back from reaching up and putting my hand around the 
tightly quivering cheeks of her ass as she eased into the tub with me. 
'You've grown up quite a bit in the last couple of years,' I said gently. 
'You're getting to be a big girl, now. Got any boyfriends, Susie?' I asked. 

"She said, 'Don't be silly. I'm only thirteen. Mommy says I'm too young to 
have boyfriends. Anyway, I don't like anyone as much as I like you, Mike. 
All my girl friends at school fell in love with you when you won the diving 
contest in last year's swim meet.' 

"I swelled with pride at my little sister's flattering words. 

"Susie sat down in the tub in front of me, smiling and talking happily about 
how she thought I was the best-looking boy in the whole neighborhood and 
about how she was going to miss me when I went off to college. Then she 
stood up in the tub, little rivers of hot water dripping off the end of her 
two firm little balloons bobbing on her chest, streaming down her hairless, 
smooth belly and trickling into the little nest of pubic hair around her 
tight virgin cunt. 'Mike, will you wash my legs while I stand up in front of 
you?' she said, handing me the washrag and soap. 

"I began soaping her up all over her strong little legs, working up a rich 
lather, running my hands around her knees and along the inside of her 
thighs, gradually getting higher and higher towards the tight little slit of 
her pussy. My cock was throbbing and jerking insanely underwater as my hand 
slid in and around the crack of her firm little buttocks and pressed further 
and further up inside the crevice between her thighs. I began to feel hotter 
and hotter, realizing that if I didn't put a stop to this pretty soon, I was 
going to lose my head over my little sister. 

"Susie stood with her back to me, her tight little ass staring right into my 
face, not more than a foot away from my mouth. I had it all covered with 
thick folds of lather and I teasingly ran a finger into the crack of her ass 
and pressed it up against the opening of her rectum. 

" 'Stop that,' she giggled. 

"I said, 'Why? I'm just trying to wash your little bottom. Nothing to be 
ashamed of. After all, I used to help mom bathe you and powder your little 
butt when you were less than a year old.' 

"Susie said, 'Yeah, but I'm not a baby anymore, ami?' 

" 'No, you sure ain't no baby, now,' I mumbled, my head reeling with the 
knowledge that I was going to be alone for a week with my cute little 
sister. She turned around and faced me, asking me to wash her stomach all 
over with soap. My hands, trembling with the task of controlling themselves, 
began rubbing all around on her stomach. Slowly I let my hands glide and 
slide further and further up, until finally I had my soapy hands cupped over 
each little boob, squeezing them gently, massaging them with my lathered 
fingers. Faintly, her tiny little breasts began to swell and stiffen, the 
little nipples erect and stiff. 

" 'Ooh, Mike, that feels so good. I'm glad I have a big brother like you to 
give me a bath. You know how to wash me all over so I'm real clean.' 

"I said, 'That's a good girl. Now just stand there for a second while I wash 
you all over.' I let one hand continue sliding in the lather over her two 
little melons, while my other hand began winding and gliding downward along 
her flat little stomach, working up thick foamy suds. I could feel one of 
her feet between my legs down under the water as it nudged up innocently 
against my balls. My cock twitched nervously against her ankle as my hand 
explored around her hips, gently pulling her closer and closer to me, so 
that now the lips of her incredibly beautiful little vulva were only three 
or four inches from my nose. 

"She kept talking innocently of school, about how some of the boys in her 
class tried to coax her into the bushes one day. She rested her hands on my 
shoulders for balance as I continued to build up slick foamy suds all over 
her stomach and thighs, rubbing my hand between her legs and pressing up 
against her cunt Finally, I couldn't stand it any longer and I began to let 
a finger rub gently and discreetly over the outer lips of her pussy. The 
little pubic hairs were like silk threads lost in the white foamy lather. 
Slowly, I let my finger ease gently in between her lips, feeling the muscles 
of her little pussy quiver with little shocks of pleasure. 

"'Ooooh, Mike!' she moaned, as my finger probed deeper and deeper into the 
tight little opening of her cunt. 

"Her legs began trembling a little and I said reassuringly, 'That's a good 
girl. Let's get you good and clean, inside and out.' My finger slid further 
into her hot little box, until I felt it press against her cherry. Yeah, she 
was a virgin, all right. The stiff little membrane was guarding the entrance 
of her sweet little vagina as I jabbed at it gently with the end of my 
finger. 

" 'Ow, Mike, that hurts-a little!' She winced, as I gave her hymen a strong 
little jab, hoping I could break it easily and painlessly for her. But I 
could see it wasn't going to be easy. 

" 'Mike, now you stand up and let me wash you. Okay?' Susie said, as she 
backed away from me, causing my finger to slip out of her cunt with a little 
slurping noise. 'Stand up,' she ordered. I stood up sheepishly, my big stiff 
cock swinging menacingly in front of her. She squatted down in the bathtub 
and began soaping me all over my stomach. 'You got a bigger wiener than 
Butch does, you know that, Mike?' she asked matter-of-factly and innocently. 

" 'How would you know?' 

"Susie replied, 'Because I saw you playing around with Butch's balls one 
day, when you didn't think anybody was watching. I saw how big Butch's 
sausage was then, but now I know that yours is a lot bigger.' 

"My little sister worked up a thick lather on my stomach, then suddenly slid 
her hot soapy hands onto my bulging club. My legs shook beneath me as she 
continued to squeeze her strong little fingers around my shaft and slide 
them up and down over my hard dick. It was jerking and convulsing now and 
every time she pulled along the shaft of it, sliding her hands from its base 
up towards its swollen head, a strong spasm caused it to jump and lurch 
strongly, almost slipping out of her grasp. But she hung onto it tightly and 
kept squeezing it and pumping it, occasionally drop ping one hand to cup 
around my dangling balls. 

"Little sis was really going to town on my rod and I knew it would only be a 
few seconds before I shot a barrage of hot jelly right into her face. 
"That's good, Susie You ... you're ... you're getting it ... good ... and 
... cle-cle-clean!' I gasped, trying to hold off my ejaculation. 

"She suddenly stopped washing my dick, let go of it and watched it with 
great fascination as it throbbed and jerked in front of her, not more than 
six inches from her mouth. 'Now turn around so I can wash your behind,' she 
commanded. Weakly, I turned around, holding myself steady by grabbing the 
shower spout above my head. 

"Susie now began soaping up my rear end, let ting her fingers romp and play 
over my legs and thighs, pushing her hand in and out into the crack of my 
ass. 'You got a lot of hair, Mike, especially way down inside the crack of 
your asshole,' she said, as she spread the cheeks of my firm buttocks and 
peered in. 'Will I have that much hair in my ass when I grow up?' she asked 
me, as she squeezed my buns with her soapy hands. 

"'You might. Would you like that?' I asked her. 

" 'Oooo, no!' she giggled, continuing to work over my buttocks, getting the 
lather thicker and thicker. Then she started probing a finger into the crack 
of my cheeks, thrusting closer and closer to my anus. She found the little 
puckering rim and stabbed at it gently. 'Got to clean you real good, inside 
and out,' she said. 

"I could feel her finger pressing and rubbing around the rim of my asshole, 
knew that it wouldn't be long before it started slipping into my quivering 
sphincter and realized fully that my little sister and I were going to have 
a lot of good times while mom was away on her trip. That feels good, Susie; 
you know how to give big brother a good clean bath, don't you,' I encouraged 
her. She increased the pressure of her finger against my ass hole, which was 
now vibrating and flexing. Then, with subtle little waves of ecstasy, I felt 
her finger begin to slip into my anus. Then, with a little laugh, she 
plunged her finger up hard into my rectum, causing me to let out a loud howl 
of pain and excitement. Holding on to the shower spout above my head, I 
yelled, 'Take it easy, sis!' 

" 'Did that hurt?' she inquired, sounding like a little nurse. 

" 'Sort of. But, don't pull your finger out yet. You have to massage my 
asshole for a few minutes to make the pain go away,' I told her. 

"She said if I would bend over a little and spread my buns with my hands, 
she could clean out my hole better that way. I did what she asked and stood 
there grinning in pleasure at the shower curtain as I felt her finger move 
and rub in a circular motion inside my asshole. 

"God, the feel of her finger up my ass was sending shivers all through my 
body and my legs began to shake and feel weak as I could feel her fingertip 
rubbing against my prostate gland. If my cock swelled up any more, it would 
surely burst in an explosion of blood. Never before had my penis been so 
hard and swollen, begging for re lease, pleading to be brought to full 
ejaculation, bursting with a cupload of hot sperm-jam in its base. My bowels 
were burning with passion and animal lust. I was gasping in quick little 
spasms, barely able to stand any more. Suddenly, my little sister withdrew 
her finger from my asshole and little stars spun in circles before my eyes. 

" 'Turn around now and let me finish washing your balls,' she said. Weak and 
trembling, I slowly turned around and stood in front of her, my huge dong 
sticking straight out at her, its wicked head not two inches from her mouth. 
She soaped up my balls with both her hands, squeezing them and massaging 
them, stretching and milking them downward until I thought they were going 
to pop out of their sacks. She rinsed off my dick and then, still squeezing 
my testicles, said, 'I saw mommy do something to daddy one time, about a 
month before he died.' 

" 'What did you see mommy do to daddy, sis?' I said. 

"'Here, I'll show you.' Still squeezing my balls in both hands, she slowly 
brought her mouth up to the head of my burning peter, then, opening her 
mouth, she covered the head of my shaft with her lips. I groaned and closed 
my eyes as my little sister's hot mouth engulfed the end of my huge 
erection. Her tongue flickered around the tiny hole, then curled all around 
the head and shaft of my heavy, rock-hard prod. My mind reeled with 
incredible visions and images of animal lust as I felt my tool slip further 
and further into her mouth, felt the enormous suction she created in side 
her mouth as she kept going down further and further over my big prick. God, 
I couldn't stand it any longer and I knew that I was on the verge of the 
biggest ejaculation of my life. 

"'Oh, yeah ... that's ... that's real ... that's real g-g-goo ... good!' I 
gasped, trembling like a rag doll in front of her. Now she started moving 
her mouth up and down,' up and down over the length of my cock, all eight 
inches of it sliding and slurping in and out of her hot mouth which was 
working like a suction pump. She seemed, as if by instinct, to know exactly 
how to suck a man's cock. It felt better than any of the blow jobs I used to 
get from little Tommy in the boys' shower after gym in school. Little Tommy 
was the school queer and he was always following me into the shower after 
gym period. I knew what he wanted and after all the other guys left for 
their next class, I would frequently linger a few minutes in the shower, 
knowing that Tommy would slip in and give me a suck job. Once, he had made 
me mad by biting the end of my prick and I whacked him across the mouth 
hard. I remember the little trick le of blood at the corner of his mouth as 
he cried and said he was sorry. Then I forced him to take his clothes off 
and pinning him against the wall like a little fairy queen, gave him the 
fucking of his life. I remember how I had to hold him while he struggled, 
pinning an arm behind his back as I shoved my jackhammer up his tight ass. I 
remember, too, how I had to keep him pinned up against the wall with one arm 
while I put another arm up over his shoulder and under his chin and when he 
started crying and screaming, I had to hold my hand tightly over his mouth 
so no one would hear. 

"Now, here I was in the bathtub with my little sister giving me the best 
blow job I'd ever had. She still kept gently squeezing my aching balls in 
her hands while moving up and down on my nearly exploding cannon with her 
hot mouth. "That's a good little sister. You're getting me all clean inside 
and out. In and out ... in and out ... in and out,' I whispered over and 
over. Suddenly, I began to arch and stiffen and I knew that in a second or 
two I would be shooting thick wads of my come into Susie's mouth, flooding 
her mouth and throat with hot, syrupy semen. 'G-g-good g-girl,' I stammered. 
My body stiffened and arched, unable to stand the ecstasy any longer, unable 
to ignore my little sister's tongue coiling and swirling around the head of 
my bursting prick as she pumped her head up and down over my slick prong, 
unable to cope with her capable fingers as they squeezed and massaged my big 
heavy balls. 

"Little did Susie realize that she was coaxing the love juices from my 
balls. Little did she realize that she was urging my balls to release their 
store of thick, creamy come into her mouth. She seemed in a frenzy, now, to 
create some volcano of activity, to arrive at a stopping point, to reach the 
end of her efforts. It was as if she realized somewhere deep within her soul 
that she was doing the right thing. She knew I was trembling violently, that 
I was on the verge of something strange and terrible, yet she continued 
sucking away like a mad child on my bursting cock. 

"Then all hell broke loose, as I felt the burning jellies deep in my organ 
begin to steam and flood towards the end of my dick. 'Oh, sis!' I choked, as 
the first blast of come exploded into her mouth. I saw her jerk her head in 
surprise as she felt the blast of hot liquid hit the back of her throat. But 
she didn't stop sucking away and I almost passed out from the fantastic 
waves of pleasurable sensations which tore at my groin, sending little 
shivers of uncontrollable joy through my body. It seemed like an eternity as 
I stood there, shooting away, blasting wads of hot love juice into her mouth 
and throat, listening to her little gasping, choking sounds as she valiantly 
struggled to swallow the torrents of sweet-salty come that exploded from my 
cock into her mouth. Finally, my dick stopped its nervous spasms and began 
to soften inside her mouth. With a final strong sucking movement of her 
tongue and mouth, she slowly pulled away from my cock. 'What was that 
salty-tasting jelly that came out of your sausage, Mike?' she asked 
innocently." 

The above episode was the first in a series of sexual events in Susie's 
life. Susie, thirteen years old and her brother Mike, seventeen, did not 
realize the long-range consequences of their being left alone for a week 
while their mother left town on a business trip. The two adolescents had no 
father, for he had died several years earlier from a heart attack. 

Mike was sexually a very precocious child and as a youngster had always been 
fascinated with sexual themes, such as "circle-jerks" and secret parties 
where young school girls were seduced and "educated" by older high-school 
boys. Mike also had never had a solid, close relationship with his father. 
It becomes increasingly evident, therefore, that Mike was suffering from a 
severe case of sexual repressions, particularly in the realm of homosexual 
urges. It was natural, from the stand point of Mike's physical development, 
that his sexual urges be given some kind of outlet. And it is usually true 
that wherever we see a case of severe repression, we can also be on the 
lookout for some rather bizarre and unusual expressions later on. 

The influence that the unconscious exerts on the behavior of an individual 
is, thanks to modern psychology, finally being understood in broader ways. 
Repressed material, crowded out of the conscious thoughts of an individual 
because of its painful and unattainable content, remains, nevertheless, in 
the unconscious. Sooner or later, this material rears its ugly head, so to 
speak and screams for release in one form or another. The essence of the 
unconscious represents the primitive impulses that have been inhibited and 
sublimated in the development of the child. In his articulate book Basic 
Principles of Psychoanalysis, A. A. Brill discusses this mechanism under the 
chapter heading "The Cathartic Method," and I quote: 

... The child is originally a primitive being -it is like a little 
animal-and as it gradually gives up the gross animal impulses, it represses 
them; we say they are pushed into the unconscious. We usually try to make a 
child do what it would not do if left by itself. There are primitive 
impulses in every child which have to be curbed from the very beginning and 
which may form points of crystallization for future repressions. An 
occurrence in one's life at the age of fifty, for instance, may be traced 
back to some childhood repression; there is always some subtle and intimate 
connection in our present emotional experience with something that occurred 
in the past. 

And so it was in Mike's development. Having an extremely weak relationship 
with his father and mother, both of whom worked in separate careers, Mike 
was left alone most of the time. As a result, he did not successfully 
sublimate the animal impulses which festered insidiously in his psyche. 

Mike was somewhat of a hero to his little sister Susie. She had run after 
him playfully through most of her life and had, on many occasions, secretly 
watched him as he indulged in sexual play with various pets. Susie, at 
puberty, began to develop a strong sense of the importance of the male 
phallus and she grew more and more fascinated with the various shapes and 
sizes of the animal penis. Her internalizing processes concerning the male 
and the male sex organ were drastically abnormal. Yet, the full impact of 
this distortion was not to be felt until Susie was in her twenties. 

When Susie had finished high school, she tried finding her place in life in 
a variety of ways and had come close, once, to death. Gradually, she began 
to throw herself into mysticism, religions of one kind or another, exotic 
and ancient rituals of the Orient and astrology. Somehow, through the 
distorted visions and concepts of sexuality and love and of the male 
phallus, she was finally persuaded by her brother, Mike, to join him in 
creating a new and vital religion, one that would allow her complete and 
free expression of her innermost dreams. It was only later discovered that 
Mike's motivation was purely monetary and that he used Susie's thwarted 
sense of love and divinity in order to satisfy his own greedy desires and 
ambitions. Through Susie, Mike had found his way to wealth by duping 
innocent souls into contributing money to his secret "Temple of Universal 
Love." And poor Susie was given the supreme position of "High Pythia," whose 
divine duty it was to utter the words of a god while being ravaged by him, 
as you shall observe in just a few pages. 

But, let us not get ahead of the development of this case history. Some 
further insights into the psychological and mythological distortions which 
so easily grew in Susie's mind will be offered. But first, it is important 
here to listen as Mike continues his story of what happened that night when 
he and Susie were left to themselves, alone except for their pet dog, a big 
red Irish setter named Butch. 

"Later that evening, Susie and I watched TV until I couldn't stay awake any 
longer. I said good-night, kissed her sweetly on the forehead and went on to 
bed. Just as I was drifting off to a sex orgy on some lonely Pacific island, 
I heard Susie sneaking into my room. I pretended to be asleep. The next 
thing I felt was a crash on my bed, as Susie jumped practically on top of 
me, almost knocking the shit outa me, causing me to fart loudly. At that 
Susie giggled hysterically. This really made me angry. 

" 'You little devil!' I screamed. 'You're going to get it good for that, 
young lady!' I grabbed her and started pulling her pajamas off her wriggling 
little body. She squealed and struggled, trying to get away from me, but I 
flipped her over on her stomach and pinning her down on the bed, pulled her 
pajamas down, exposing the pink firm curves of her buttocks. I caressed them 
gently with one hand, while holding her down with the other. She was 
giggling hysterically, writhing but unable to get away from the position I 
had her pinned in. "That's okay, you can laugh all you want to, little 
sister,' I hissed menacingly. Then I started whacking her across the ass 
with my hand, hard. After a few whacks, her hysterical giggles began to 
change into cries of pain. Then she began screaming for mercy as I continued 
spanking her little ass. The flesh of her cheeks began to get crimson and 
hot and she sobbed pitifully, writhing and squirming in an effort to get 
away from the strong slap of my hand against her burning buns. 

"Spanking her hard like that, making her cry and beg for mercy, got me so 
horny that I stopped spanking her. I leaned down over her, still pinning her 
to the bed and said, 'Stop crying now, sis. I'm through spanking you, if you 
promise to be a good girl and do what brother says. Okay?' She nodded her 
head, signifying that she understood. I slowly released her from my grip and 
lay back down on the bed next to her. 

"A moment later she was in my arms, kissing me around the neck and face, her 
hot tears streaming from her cheeks into my mouth. She cried, 'Mike, I love 
you so much. I don't like it when you get mad at me. Will you teach me to be 
a good girl so I'll learn how to make you happy?' she sniffled. 

" 'Yes, sis, I'll teach you to be my wonderful little girl and we'll do a 
lot of interesting things together,' I whispered into her ear. 

"I pulled her close against me and let my hands drift around and down her 
back, squeezing the firm round buttocks of her ass in my big hands. My cock 
stiffened quickly, pressing up against Susie's stomach. 

" 'Ooh, look at your sausage, look how big it's getting again,' she 
squealed. 'It's big and hard just like it was in the bathtub today. Mike, 
what was all that jelly that came out of your sausage when I was washing it 
in my mouth?' she asked. 

" 'Oh, that was my love cream, telling you how much I loved you and how good 
it felt for my sausage to be inside your mouth,' I answered. 'And you know 
how to use your mouth real good when you do it, too. I want you to remember 
how you did it in the tub, especially how you curled your tongue around my 
sausage. Okay?' I said. 'Let's see if you can remember how you did it.' 

"I guided her head down to my stiff prick under the sheet. I felt her moist 
lips lock hungrily onto my cock, felt the suction of her mouth increase 
until I thought she was going to inhale my dick down her throat. Then she 
relaxed a bit, letting her lips slide tauntingly up and down on my shaft, 
curling her tongue around my cock as she sucked, sliding it around with each 
stroke as her mouth went up and down over my throbbing organ. I pulled her 
around so that we were in a sixty-nine position and while I felt her hot wet 
mouth sucking the hell out of my dick, I looked at the lips of her moist, 
tight cunt lips right before my mouth. I couldn't resist any longer. 

"Flexing my tongue and getting it as hard and stiff as I could, I flicked 
the tip of it back and forth across the lips of her cunt. Then I eased it 
teasingly inside, felt around the inner side of her lips and flickered the 
tip of my tongue against the little pimple-like bulge which I knew was her 
clitoris. As I rubbed on her clit with the tip of my tongue, Susie made a 
little groaning noise and sucked even harder on my dong. Stiffening my 
tongue again, I found the entrance to her vagina and centering carefully, 
thrust the stiff point of my tongue into her canal as hard and fast as I 
could. She shook violently, trying to get away from the dagger that had 
plunged itself into her, but I held her tightly, the grip of my arms 
surrounding her ass, pulling her quivering body harder against my face, 
forcing my tongue deeper and deeper into her virgin territory. 

"I let one of my fingers ease into the crack of her ass, found her tight 
little anus and began shoving my finger into it. She moaned and wriggled in 
little jerks, not knowing that she was being given her first real lesson in 
sex. Before the night was over, I'd have her cherry. I wanted to plunge my 
cock into my little sister's virgin cunt, make her scream with agonizing 
pleasure. She followed my cue and slipped one hand around my ass, eased a 
finger into position, then rammed it up my rectum as hard as she could. I 
nearly yelled with surprise. It would be only a matter of minutes before I 
shot my second load for the day deep into her throat. 

"I wasn't sure if I wanted to unload in her mouth or in her cunt. But before 
I could make up my mind, Susie started trembling and shaking the whole bed 
in convulsive little spasms. My tongue was thrusting deeper and deeper into 
her vagina and the muscles inside her pussy were squeezing my tongue in 
spastic little jerks. Her juices were really flowing now and as she began 
jerking more and more violently, she also made gasping sounds and moans of 
tormenting pleasure. Then her legs stiffened and trembled violently and I 
knew she was in the throes of her first gigantic orgasm. Juices from her 
virgin pussy ran out of her cunt lips, which were dancing in little jerks of 
uncontrolled pleasure. Her own mouth was still working over my big bulging 
hard on and then, when she thrust her finger deeper into my rectum and 
squeezed my balls with her other hand, I couldn't contain myself any longer. 

"With a long, loud groan, I buried my tongue as deep as I could into her 
vibrating cunt, sucking all her juices into my mouth, swallowing the sweet 
sticky liquids which oozed from her pink pussy lips. Then, my cock-head 
bulging like a fat balloon, I fired round after round of searing come into 
my little sister's mouth. My body was electrified with unbearable pleasure 
as little Susie sucked away on my ejaculating penis, swallowing the thick 
hot folds of semen that were propelled out of the bursting head of my cock, 
banging against the back of her throat, almost choking her as they flooded 
into her stomach. When it was finally over with, we lay exhausted. I wasn't 
sure then if I would have any energy left for busting her cherry. She still 
had her hymen stretched over the entrance of her vagina, this I knew, for 
"it had prevented me from plunging my tongue all the way into her. With 
these thoughts. I drifted off to sleep, little Susie still sucking gently on 
my limp and useless sausage. 

"I must have slept for several hours. I woke up to soft strange sounds 
coming from somewhere next to my bed. I opened my eyes and after they got 
adjusted to the light, I looked down and really got an eyeful of activity. 
Susie was lying on the rug next to the bed and Butch, our big Irish setter, 
was licking and slurping away noisily, his nose buried deep into her pussy. 
He was really having a time. Apparently, so was Susie, for she was tense and 
tight, looking off into space with a fixed hypnotic stare. She was really 
suspended in bliss. 

"Susie noticed me looking down at her, but it didn't seem to faze her one 
little bit. She was transfixed in a state of physical joy and nothing else 
in the whole world mattered to her. Gently and slowly, I eased down on the 
floor beside her and softly put my lips to hers. Then I teased my tongue 
around the inside edge of her mouth and she began to respond by flicking the 
end of her tongue against mine as it probed in and around her mouth. I let 
my tongue and mouth juices flow hotly into her mouth. She swallowed them 
down with little sighs of pleasure, little groans of ecstasy and I began 
rubbing her little round breasts with my hands, squeezing them gently. All 
the while, Butch was lapping crazily into her cunt, his mouth-spit drooling 
warmly onto her crotch and oozing down into the crack between her thighs. 

"Gently, I lifted her up onto the bed. She was still in a daze and made no 
resistance. She was ready for anything and I felt now was the time to do 
whatever I wanted to do. I put some spit on the end of my throbbing cock, 
getting it all slick and slimy. Then, laying Susie on her back, I lifted 
both her legs up high over my shoulders and lowered my mouth hotly over the 
tight little pucker of her asshole. Running my tongue around the little rim, 
I got it all slicked up with my spit. Then I darted my tongue into her 
pulsating sphincter and felt her muscles squeeze around the tip of my 
tongue. Slowly, her little anus began to relax and my tongue slipped easily 
into her damp ass hole. 

"Her asshole was very loose and relaxed now and I got a delicious idea. Even 
thinking about it makes me so horny I don't think I can live happily without 
trying it again sometime. I decided to fuck my sister in the ass, if I could 
just get it into her. My head was pretty big, to say nothing of the shaft of 
my cock. I had second thoughts about it, fearing I might hurt her. But I 
decided to try it anyway, vowing to stop if she cried out in pain. 

"I lay down on the bed on my back and lifted Susie up and over my hips until 
the rim of her juicy asshole was centered directly over the head of my cock. 
Then I began to let her down very slowly, very slowly until I could feel the 
muscles around her ass stretch, getting ready to swallow the head of my 
hammer. Suddenly, Susie winced with a little stab of pain, but the worst was 
over as my bulging head slid easily inside her asshole. It amazes me how 
much an ass can stretch when you go about it in the right way. The main 
thing to keep in mind is to go as slowly as you can and make sure you have 
plenty of lubrication. These two simple but all-important rules never fail 
in allowing the biggest cock to enter the tightest ass. 

"When my shaft had plunged up into Susie's hot and tightly stretched rectum, 
she lay back down on top of my stomach, facing the ceiling with her fixed 
stare. I reached out my hands and rubbed and caressed her all over her body, 
her breasts, her face. I let her suck on the thumb of one hand, while with 
the other I began probing a finger into her slimy, sticky virgin cunt. I 
felt the tight hymen, her cherry, stop the journey of my finger. I jabbed 
against it, gently at first, then harder and harder, but to no avail. Susie 
was writhing on top of me and I knew I needed to get through her cherry if 
she was to know the glory of her entire sexuality. 

"Without warning, Butch suddenly jumped up on the bed and started lapping 
deeply into Susie's crotch, lapping up the young virginal juices that were 
flowing from her opening. My hand was slimy with her juices and my stiffened 
cock was bulging inside her asshole. I didn't know how much longer I could 
hold off shooting my wad into her ass, but it wouldn't be long now. Then, as 
if by instinct, Butch straddled Susie's arching body, and guessing what he 
had in mind, I reached down and grabbed his big Irish cock in my hand. It 
was protruding six inches outside its furry sheath, and no telling how much 
more of it was hidden inside its holster. I carefully guided Butch's big 
projectile into position and let it slip into Susie's wet, dripping pussy. 
As soon as he realized that he was inside her quivering lips, he made a 
sudden quick lurch forward, shoving his dog cock hard and deep into Susie's 
vagina. She screamed bloody murder, her eyes glaring wildly, as Butch 
hunched again and again, thrusting his sex-spear in and out of her crotch. I 
felt a warm gushing flood over my balls and then I realized that Butch had 
broken through Susie's cherry. 

"I confirmed this by running my finger under Susie's ass, then bringing it 
up close to my face. It was red. I knew for sure that Susie had just lost 
her virginity. With a dog, of all things. Susie, breathing heavily and 
writhing on top of me, was getting ready for her second wave of ecstasy. I 
could tell by observing Butch that he was nearing his ejaculation, for his 
stare became blank and confused, his body arched and stiffened like a 
dragon's and with little yelps he hunched in and out of Susie's foaming cunt 
like a maniac. 

"Then I began to feel the surging fluids in my cock begin to scream for the 
head of my prick and I punched and jabbed my big cock deeper and deeper into 
my sister's rectum. The friction of this activity inside her ass made my 
cock red-hot and she wriggled on it like a speared rabbit. Her legs flailed 
and kicked wildly at the ceiling as Butch kept hunching faster and faster 
like a demon, hammering his huge slick rod ever deeper into Susie's pussy. 
Then, we all began shooting our loads at the same time. Susie arched her 
back and screamed and I had to hold her arms down so she wouldn't 
accidentally hit Butch in the face. Butch was fucking her virgin pussy for 
all it was worth and my own dick was spewing thick loads of hot come up her 
ass. Susie screamed again and then Butch fell forward on top of her, 
quivering like a fucked chicken as he exploded his hot dog-jams deep into 
her burning innards. Susie was gasping, trying to scream, trying to express 
the tremendous agonizing rapture she was feeling, as she gave her body 
completely to her two captors! 

"As Butch and I came to the end of our incredible ejaculations and had fired 
the last of our boiling creams into Susie, the three of us came to a gradual 
rest and finally collapsed in a furry, moist heap upon the bed." 

It is now believed and understood by many modern psychologists that Carl 
Gustav Jung was able to unify man's relationship to his universe more than 
any other psychologist. In his all-important book, Man and His Symbols, Jung 
summarizes the basic meaning of his writing and thinking and offers to the 
general reader some startling insights into the nature of man's mind. Jung 
was fascinated by the dreams which all men have, but he was more than 
fascinated when he realized that many different men, from all parts of the 
world, from all kinds of cultures and backgrounds, frequently dreamed the 
same kinds of dreams. 

Jung leaped upon this knowledge, realizing that it pointed the way to probe 
deeper and deeper into the bottomless well of man's psyche. He realized that 
man could achieve wholeness only through a knowledge and acceptance of his 
unconscious-a knowledge that could be acquired through man's dreams and 
man's symbols. We can apply, to a great extent, the concepts of Jung in 
understanding the forces which brought Mike and Susie to their bizarre 
situation. 

Just as the human body represents a whole museum of organs, each with a long 
evolutionary history behind it, the mind also represents the biological, 
prehistoric and unconscious development of the psyche in archaic man, whose 
functioning was, for many years, still close to that of the animal. This 
very old collection of primordial material is still present in man today, 
and regardless of the veneers of our culture, man is still basically an 
animal. It is out of this deep stratum of content that various symbols leap 
into our consciousness, making us appear quite foolish, even when we think 
we are behaving in a "civilized" way. 

The symbols and images which arise in man's art, culture, mythology, 
religion and dreams are nothing more than the representations of the archaic 
contents buried deep in man's mind, hidden in his unconscious. Hidden though 
they may be, these ancient contents nevertheless continue to control our 
reactions, our emotions, our intellect, even when we do not realize that we 
are being so controlled. 

Jung tells us that "man's unconscious archetypal images are as instinctive 
as the ability of geese to migrate information; as ants' forming organized 
societies; as bees' tail-wagging dance that communicates to the hive the 
exact location of a food source." It is little wonder that man's intellect 
is unable to comprehend the primordial fantasies which surprise or disturb 
him from time to time. They are an instinctive trend, as marked as the 
impulse of birds to build nests, or ants to form organized colonies. 

I shall mention a few examples showing how our ancient history governs our 
feelings and attitudes. In Great Britain, little children believe that it is 
lucky to see a white horse, which is a well-known symbol of life. Among the 
Celts, there was a belief in Epona, goddess of creativity who was often 
personified as a white mare. In ancient Greece, the myth of Circe taught 
that she turned men into swine, and for centuries, man has personified lust 
and bestiality in the form of a pig. The doe or fawn has long been an image 
of shy femininity, appearing in this guise in paintings, poetry and 
sculpture throughout man's history. 

Man has a deep subconscious desire to relate more closely with nature, with 
his cousins the animals. Mythology and religion are rich with allusions of 
man's spiritual, physical, emotional and sexual ties with the animal world. 
There is no denying that all of us, from time to time, experience feelings 
of love, attraction, tenderness, affection and even lust for animals, in the 
same way that we regard animals, at other times, with revulsion, fear, 
disgust and hate. We do indeed react emotionally towards animals and not 
surprisingly, they react emotionally towards us. 

Getting back to Mike and Susie. 

Mike is undergoing therapy. There is reason to believe that Mike will 
someday be able to reenter his society and lead a normal life. Because of 
lack of family ties and scarcity of good parental relations and guidance, 
Mike had been left alone to develop a strong sense of self-importance. To 
put it mildly, he had grown into a neurotic and extremely ego centric 
personality and was unable to relate easily and normally with anyone, even 
his little sis ter. We can find quick evidence of his inability to project 
in a healthy manner when we recall his "raping" the young homosexual in the 
shower room of the high-school gym. 

Mike was extremely drawn, compulsively, to bestial behavior and sexual 
contact with various pets throughout his life. No doubt this urge to re 
lease himself in this manner was partly a result of his not having learned 
inhibitory mechanisms through association with his parents, friends, peer 
groups, etc. At a critical moment, almost as if by chance, Mike's mother 
must leave the two children at home for a week by themselves. Mike is 
flattered by his own good looks, falsely supporting his image of himself. 
Then he is further flattered and led into seductive behavior when his 
younger sister, Susie, intrudes upon his narcissistic and erotic bath. 

Enter little Susie, providing Mike with the opportunity he so deeply and 
unconsciously yearned for. Here was his chance to bring his childhood 
fantasies alive, to make dream into reality. Thus it was that he so 
"innocently," without guilt, led his little sister into a sexual episode 
which was to taint her impressions of love and sexuality for the rest of her 
life. 

Susie is now in a mental ward of a hospital and making progress under 
careful and sympathetic treatment. She was guided by her brother into a 
world of religious and mystical fantasy which involved bestial activity of a 
rather dangerous kind. Susie had always looked up to her older brother when 
she was but a baby. They had always gotten along well together, for there 
had been no rivalry between them. She had always tagged along after her 
brother, sometimes making him irritated, but never to any great extent. 
Often, while she hid behind a door or under a bush, she had been able to 
watch him "play" with his pets, fondling their genitals, loving them. 

No doubt, these early observations had a great impact on Susie's 
development. At puberty, she developed a crush for her older brother, as 
many little sisters often do. This crush, as we shall see, took a bizarre 
twist and plunged her into a neurotic dependency on Mike after they had 
their first sexual contact. We saw how Susie, young and innocent, hungry for 
attention and love, was easily led into sexual activity with the dog, Butch. 

After this initial episode, Susie became more and more withdrawn, trying to 
lose her conflicting emotions of guilt and sin, love and amorality, by 
throwing herself headlong into mysticism, exotic cults, astrology and the 
like. And her brother, Mike, himself having grown strangely and incestuously 
attached to Susie, continued to "guide" his sister towards the brink of 
madness, although from his view he was "helping" her. 

Mike, who grew more handsome with every passing year, continued to remain a 
kind of hero for Susie. After she graduated from high school, Susie, as has 
already been indicated, tried to find herself, tried to find meaning for 
herself in life, by getting involved in mysticism, occult practices, etc. It 
was therefore quite easy for Mike to persuade her to join him in 
establishing "a new religion" on the West Coast, "a religion of love." 

They found an abandoned church, redecorated it, modified the interior and 
called it "The Temple of Universal Love." Mike appointed himself the High 
Priest, or Oracle. Susie was anointed the Holy Pythia, the one who "united 
with god, received his message," and "spoke his word from her mouth." They 
so frightened their first congregation, however, that the "temple" was 
raided during one of the unions between Susie and "god." It is not difficult 
to understand how Susie could cope with this highly charged drama of emotion 
and sexuality, for she had already had exposure into the world of bestiality 
when she was much younger. 

The following pages tell the story of "the wed ding between Susie and god." 
We can perhaps feel the urgency of the moment and understand with compassion 
the psychotic need in Susie for love. Let us read this stirring document, 
told in her own words. 

"Dressed in the holy wedding robes of The Temple of Universal Love, I 
signaled to Mike, the High Priest and Oracle, that I was ready to become 
god's bride. The lights in the church dimmed as mystical tones rose softly 
and strangely from behind the golden altar. I slipped through the long 
velvet curtains and stood still for a moment, quietly looking out over the 
hushed audience. A fragrance of exotic incense filled the hall and everyone 
was deadly silent. Trembling with anticipation and eerie excitement, I 
waited to give myself to god. 

"At the low vibrant sound of a gong, I slowly, regally, descended the steep 
steps which rose majestically behind the altar of universal love, descended 
to the altar-bed upon which I was to give myself to god. Mike removed the 
robes from my body and helped me onto the altar. As I lay face up on the 
golden slab, Mike began his chanting prayer. Then I began to feel the 
effects of the potion I had drunk a few moments before. My head reeled and 
spun, my heart pounded faster and the aroma of incense burned deep into my 
lungs. As I began to drift into a state of semi consciousness, I dreamed 
that I was dying, searching for god, waiting for his love to enter my being. 
The lights of the temple dimmed even more and I felt as though I were flying 
in a void, floating through the vastness of god's spirit. I longed for his 
love, I craved to feel the force of his love enter me. 

"Engulfed now in nearly total darkness, except for the golden light of the 
altar, I lay naked and helpless on the altarpiece. I vaguely remember Mike 
leading a shaggy animal from the shadows surrounding me. Then my mind 
lurched as I saw him bring a frighteningly large he-goat towards the slab 
upon which I was lying. My heart pounded and my mind burned with the sudden 
realization of what was about to happen. Weakly, I tried to lift my head, to 
raise myself from the altar of love, to escape, but I could not even lift my 
limbs. I was almost totally paralyzed, yet I could feel and hear everything. 
Every fiber in my body shrieked and screamed as the awesome figure of god 
approached the altar. 

"Mike guided the enormous he-goat to the front of the altar. Now, in the 
golden candlelight of the temple, I saw the unusually large horns on god's 
head. I saw the wild and sensual glare in god's eyes as he mounted the altar 
and stood over me, breathing his hot moist breath into my face, pawing my 
breasts with his hooves. I must have passed out for a moment. 

"I heard another loud crash of the gong, then somehow everything began to 
happen. I was suffocating under the great shaggy hair of god's hulking body 
and I could feel his presence trembling above my breasts and stomach and 
thighs. I wanted release, I hungered for god's love with a sudden rush of 
passion rippling through my body. I wanted my spirit to accept his power 
willingly and my fear began to leave me. My soul cried for the power and 
glory and fullness of god's love. 

"All at once, my prayers were answered. God fell to me sensually, forcing 
his great love into me. I began to feel alive, vibrantly alive with in 
describable delight, but so violent, so terrible ... YES, IT WAS GOD! IT WAS 
HE WHO FILLED ME! There was no doubt! Even though I was delirious and mad 
with the wildness of his spirit, I was certain it was he who filled me. I 
felt it deep within my being, as he kept filling me utterly with himself, 
with his rapture, with the incredible POWER of his love. The universe was 
exploding and I was exploding with it. 

"I could feel his enormous love swelling inside me, stretching my being to 
the very limits of comprehension. He was with me and in me completely, 
engulfing me totally, plunging his divine, fearsome greatness into the 
depths of my bosom, shattering my senses, tearing my mortal flesh, fusing my 
existence with his immense and rapturous essence. 

"Opening my eyes, I saw through my tears the terrible face of god: the curl 
of the enormous horns jutting from his forehead; the flaring, steaming 
nostrils which forced his heavy breath into my lungs; the wide, glaring red 
eyes which burned into me with passion. I understood the smile of god, as he 
flooded my face with the divine drool of his awesome mouth. As I consumed 
god's goodness, so was I consumed by it. 

"I screamed in ecstasy from the force of god's love as he ravaged my soul 
and body upon the golden altar of his temple, inspiring me with the staff of 
his love. I knew that I was completely possessed by god. My sensations of 
pain and joy and pleasure grew and mounted to fever pitch, then became more 
and more violent, overpowering. 

"God's love was breaking all bounds, breaking me and his force began to hurt 
me immeasurably. Had god become demented? Had he become the devil? Did he 
wish to destroy me with his love? No! It could not be! He would not hurt me 
so cruelly. And yet ... I heard screams ... Were they mine? I do not know. I 
only know that I was stretched and bursting with his love! Did he not 
realize? I was insane with the pain of his love and I wondered how much more 
of his love could enter me, as I writhed and shrieked incoherently on his 
altar. 'God, God!' I screamed, as I looked up into his bearded face, into 
his glaring wild eyes. I saw again the huge horns jutting from his huge 
head. I breathed the wild exotic aromas which exuded hotly from his 
nostrils. 

"I lost my mind over god's enormous love and began to hiss and shriek 
insanely, loudly. Strange words and sounds began to issue forth from my 
throat and mouth and sometimes I heard someone scream loudly. The strange, 
incoherent words and unearthly sounds continued bubbling from my mouth. It 
was not I who was speaking. It was he! God's words issued from my lips! His 
message hissed and shrieked from my gaping, foaming mouth. I was no longer 
myself, no longer mortal. I was nothing, yet I was everything. I was empty 
of everything except god." 

Both Susie and Mike are being treated for their psychoses and may return 
someday to a normal way of life in this society. Amazing techniques are 
being discovered every day which help the sick and lame of mind to cope with 
reality. However, we must not be too hasty in judging or condemning those 
among us who behave in strange ways. For it is out of man's dreams that 
man's genius awakens and we begin to see that there may be some relation 
between madness and art. 

CONCLUSION 

You have just read five case histories of bestial behavior in man. It is 
hoped that the exposure to this information will have, in some way, given 
you a greater insight into man's nature and therefore, into your own nature. 
We must not be too hasty to criticize a man for his expressions of love, no 
matter how bizarre, for all of us contain the germ of longing which draws us 
strongly towards a closer fusion with our universe. 

In the words of the great naturalist and philosopher, Henry David Thoreau, 
taken from his classic story of living in the wilderness entitled Walden: 

Once or twice, while I lived at the pond, I found myself ranging the woods, 
like a half starved hound, with a strange abandonment, seeking some kind of 
venison which I might devour and no morsel could have been too savage for 
me. The wildest scenes had become unaccountably familiar. I found in myself 
and still find, an instinct toward a higher, or as it is named, spiritual 
life, as do most men and another toward a primitive rank and savage one and 
I reverence them both. I love the wild not less than the good. 

We can take much to heart from these words. Man must accept that he is an 
animal, completely and irrevocably. An animal with animal impulses, 
instincts, desires, sexual urges and needs. Lurking deep within man's 
psyche, deep within the dark caves of his collective unconscious, are the 
primitive and very real forces which are a natural part of his history. Man 
has a natural tendency toward loving himself and loving his environment. 
Yet, it is out of his foolish fears and perplexing prejudices that man 
teaches himself and his children to wage war, to hide in fear, to repress 
his natural inclinations, to avoid rather than fulfill his dreams. 

It has been shown that man is fascinated with animals and man is fascinated 
with himself in relation to animals. In his dreams and fantasies, his myths 
and legends, his religions and rituals, cultures and creations, man 
symbolically expresses his undeniable connectedness and relation with all of 
the other forces in his environment and his inner nature, a relationship 
which must include every small and great part of his need to fulfill 
himself, to find wholeness and freedom, to discover within himself and 
without, the road to a happy marriage with his universe. 

And if one views the paths man treads, one will accept the fact that man is 
mad in his search for sanity. 


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Cox, David. Modern Psychology: The Teachings of Carl Gustav Jung. New York: 
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Ellison, Alfred. Sex Between Humans and Animals. The Psycho-Mythic Meaning 
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Freud, Sigmund. Psychopathology of Everyday Life. New York: Mentor Press, 
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Gutheil, Emil A. Handbook of Dream Analysis. New York: Liveright Publishing 
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Jung, Carl G. Man and His Symbols. London: Aldous Books, 1964. Kinsey, 
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