AH-1009  Dogs - Silent Lovers
[aka 'Sex With Animals']
(Malcolm W. Paine)


INTRODUCTION 

When I traveled to Montego Bay I had anticipated getting away from the 
rigors of my writing schedule for awhile. 

Jamaica is the tropical land of calypso and relaxation. One seldom harbors 
any worries there concerning even today, much less tomorrow. 

To wrap myself in an even greater web of seclusion, I stayed in a small 
hotel that was formerly a private home, which rested high upon the top of a 
hill overlooking the restless flowing waves of Doctor's Cave Beach. 

One evening a week at the hotel, a local group would entertain. Clad in 
colorful white tropical outfits replete with straw hats, they would strum 
their guitars and enrapture their audience with spirited calypso beats. 

The entertainment would bring in droves of tourists and local-ites, all 
seeking to become an integral part of the dancing and merrymaking. 

There one evening, as I listened to the calypso sounds and slowly sipped a 
Scotch and water, a highly attractive blonde woman who appeared to be in her 
late thirties sat down next to me. 

Even though she was alone for the moment, I presumed that it would be only a 
matter of minutes before her husband would join her. A glitteringly 
expensive diamond emanated from a ring on her finger. Even though she was 
casually dressed in slacks and a blouse, she had a definite look of class to 
go along with the air of distinction she unconsciously exhibited. 

She called out to Juan the bartender by name, ordering a martini. As she 
sipped it she became as intrigued by the music as I was. 

We sat there for close to ten minutes, just listening to the music, saying 
nothing to each other. As the group took a break, she decided to embark upon 
a conversation. 

"Are you from Miami?" she enquired with a smile. 

"No, I'm from Los Angeles. Actually the Los Angeles area." 

"Oh, where would that be." 

"Beverly Hills." 

"Oh yes. I've been there a few times with my husband. Then for you I take it 
that this is a long vacation. For me it is a very short one." 

"Yes, I'm on vacation, but I can't quite understand what you're driving at." 

"I mean that I'm from Miami," she laughed. "My husband's company maintains a 
home here just down the road. The big white house on the corner." 

"Oh yes, I've gone past it several times on my morning walks. It's very 
beautiful." 

"But it can get very lonely there. Especially when my husband's here. He'll 
say he needs a vacation, then in a matter of hours from the time we arrive 
he starts chain smoking and wondering how things are going at the office. He 
makes a few calls, then a few more. Next thing you know he's as good as back 
in the office. He's calling New York, Chicago, Los Angeles, San Francisco, 
and yes, even Beverly Hills, where you live. His company has some clients 
from there. But fortunately he's not along now." 

"But don't you also get lonely without him?" I asked. 

"Heavens no. I make my own action," she laughed. 

The attractive blonde did not elaborate on that statement and I did not seek 
to follow up. But as time passed, and she had a few more drinks under her 
belt, she began to tell me more, much more, things I never surmised she 
would discuss. 

This very attractive housewife, married to a successful business machine 
magnate, started to tell me about how she got turned off of men. The more 
turned off she became, the more frustrated she simultaneously became. 

Before I knew it, she was using the occasion as a psychiatrist's couch 
session. By that time the band had long left, the dancers had abandoned the 
floor, and we were all alone, except for Juan, the bartender. And Juan was 
talking to the cocktail waitress at the other end of the bar, responding 
only when I would order another round of drinks. 

"Would it shock you if I told you that I'm a part of the offbeat restless 
jet set?" she looked at me, smiling crookedly. 

"No. Why should it? Everyone is restless in one form or another. And since I 
haven't been living with my head buried in the sand, I've certainly heard of 
the jet set." 

"A very bright response, you're very quick, I like that, even in a man," she 
laughed. "But the key word that I used is 'offbeat.' You see, the women I 
come into contact with are like me. They're fed up with their husbands and, 
besides that, men in general. So we derive our kicks by having sex with 
animals. We'll swap them, get them together in droves, have the wildest 
times. You know, about the only time that I feel truly free anymore is when 
I'm balling a dog. That and listening to those calypso sounds. Some girl 
friends of mine from Miami and I formed this group, and we've added a few 
women from here to it. But we must be very discreet. We know that a lot of 
people would consider us to be the grossest form of freaks. But I don't 
care. I've passed that point." 

At that point I realized that I had come full circle. I decided that, since 
my curiosity was thoroughly aroused by this attractive woman, that I might 
as well do a little leveling about myself. I told her that I was a writer, 
that I had done a goodly number of books dealing with bestiality, and that I 
would like to interview her at length regarding her propensities for 
animals. 

Already my brain was clicking rapidly. I had a new theme! I bad thought that 
I had covered the subject of bestiality from every conceivable angle, but I 
hadn't. The idea of a book about the jet set women, the restless, 
uninhibited hedonistic females who long for new and fresh forms of sexual 
thrills, would be a natural. If I could get some fresh and interesting 
material for my publisher about this woman, I was certain that he would be 
able to see the fascinating dimensions that such a study could encompass. I 
knew that it would be time-consuming, and that there would be a good deal of 
ground to cover throughout those restless parts of the globe where jet set 
women congregate, but I would be more than willing to work at an exhaustive 
clip to turn out a badly needed book that an all too often unsympathetic 
public needed to read. Too many times I have heard people spout off either 
in rage or disparagement about people who have had sex with animals. I 
needed to be a part of this effort to promote greater understanding and 
sensitivity in this area. 

After a good deal of persistent coaxing, the woman, who by that time was 
bleary-eyed from all the drinks she had had, agreed to meet me the next day 
for lunch at a downtown restaurant to discuss her experiences. She obtained 
one commitment from me, the same one I give to every subject I have ever 
interviewed in my psycho-sexual case studies, a guarantee of total 
anonymity. 

This woman appears in Case One. She provided me both the creative seed and 
the motivation to embark upon such a lengthy study. 

Following my definitive interview with this woman, I spent several more days 
lying in the hot tropical Montego Bay sun, after which I returned to the 
United States. I produced the aforementioned case history for my publisher, 
who ecstatically asserted that a book on the order of that which I was 
suggesting was needed. He provided me with invaluable suggestions as to how 
I might best approach subjects to fill in the remaining four cases. He told 
me to interview a large number of people, and from there we would make 
determinations as to which stories would remain and which ones would have to 
go in the interests of brevity. I agreed with his thinking. The more cases I 
had to work with, the better the finished product we would have. 

It might have taken a good deal of time and effort to get some of the women 
to open up and express themselves with total candor, but once I earnestly 
pursued and emphasized how important I thought it to be to have them present 
their stories in totality, most of them were exceedingly cooperative. 

Most of them would initially present their wild animal sex experiences as 
joyful and gratifying at the outset, but the longer I talked to them the 
more willing they were to abandon pretenses and deal with realities. Often 
the women were exceedingly frustrated, attempting to run away from 
themselves and failing in the process. 

One young woman who is married to an incredibly wealthy Wall Street 
financial wizard told me the following: 

"When you get to the point where you've got everything that you can think of 
wanting, you've got to create new wants by conjuring up things you would 
never have otherwise thought of. That's what happened to me. Yes, I grooved 
on with the animal scene. But the funny thing is that that became old hat 
after awhile as well. Then I finally came to the right conclusion. The 
problem was in me. There was a certain restlessness and a dried up air of 
having done just about everything in one sense but having missed the boat on 
life in another." 

The following five case studies will provide insight into the how and why, 
elucidating on the subject of what causes jet set women to have sex with 
animals, and the impact these experiences have upon them. 


CASE ONE 

Charlotte L. was the woman that I spoke of at great length in the 
introduction. 

A beautiful woman in her late thirties, there was an air of sophistication 
about every thing that she did. She was the type of person who could make 
anything appear to be stately elegant, even sexual associations with 
animals. She maintained a cool interior and exterior once that she learned 
to trust me, and to let herself go on a conversational level. 

Following is Charlotte's story, told in her own words: 

My husband was getting to be more and more of a drag as time went by. He was 
so involved in his business, so deeply involved, that at times he didn't 
even know I was there. Since I've always known that I'm a very beautiful 
woman, that isn't always good for my ego. 

On top of being beautiful, I'm probably a little on the oversexed side. 
Hell, there's really no probability about it. I am. But at any rate, my 
husband certainly wasn't in a position to help me out very much. At a time 
when I needed a good screw, most of the time he just wouldn't be available. 

Not only was he flying all over the country, and a good many times even out 
of the country, he was so dog tired when he was home that he wasn't much 
company at all. He would fall asleep just sitting in front of the television 
set. The guy just didn't seem to have any energy. I knew why. It was all 
being expended on the job. Therefore, he had nothing left for me. 

There were times when I'd just start begging for sex. I'd tell him that I 
absolutely needed it and that was it. He would give me one of those sad-eyed 
expressions, then would finally reluctantly agree. You can imagine how good 
that made me feel. Here I am, a woman who attracts attention where she goes, 
and she has to beg her husband for any kind of action at all. And the action 
that he would give me would be unsatisfactory. He would, with great strain, 
suck my pussy until I juiced. He didn't even put much feeling into it. I 
guess it just wasn't there. He was too plain tired from all of his various 
work activities. 

I started complaining to a girl friend of mine about my husband. She told me 
that she had a friend who had gone through the same thing. like my husband. 
This guy had been a real captain of industry. He just couldn't slow down 
where work was concerned, but by the time he got home in the evening, he was 
tired. His cock was drooping about the same as my husband's. According to my 
friend, this woman that she knew got herself a dog, one that was trained to 
service women. 

"You've got to be crazy to think I'd try anything like that," I laughed. 
"Come on now. I hope things haven't gotten that bad." 

"Then do you want to go out and get a full-fledged two-legged male lover?" 
my friend inquired. 

"I wouldn't like to try that. I'm at this stage of the game not ready for 
that. No, I don't want that. I'm a little afraid. I've never cheated on my 
husband before." 

"All right, then the only other option is having sex with women. So what's 
your bag, honey?" 

"I guess I'd better just try and go it the way I am right now," I said 
sadly. "Maybe my husband's energy level will pick up a little. Maybe he'll 
actually reach the point where he'll have enough in the way of business 
conquests that he doesn't have to drive himself so hard." 

About one week after I talked to my friend, though, I started getting 
frustrated enough to where I figured I would go out and see if I could find 
myself a lover. The thought of having sex with the dog really scared me. 

I went to a bar which was known as a singles pick-up spot. It was way over 
on the other side of town where I lived. I was just as happy that it was 
quite a distance removed from where I resided, since I wasn't as-likely to 
be detected there. 

A lot of guys made passes at me, but I didn't seem to care for them. They 
were either too shy or too crude as far as I was concerned. Then again, 
maybe I was just being too choosy. I don't know, but for whatever reason 
things just didn't work out. 

The one person that I did kind of like, however, was the bartender. He, like 
so many people in Miami Beach, was originally from Cuba. He had left Havana 
with his folks as a young boy in high school, and now he was tending bar. 
His name was Carlos, and he was a very handsome fellow in his own way, tall, 
with a mustache, and coal-black hair. 

He was a pretty good conversationalist, and one evening after we had talked 
most of the night, after the majority of the customers had left, he asked me 
to have breakfast with him. 

I was happy to say yes, since my husband was in New York. It made me feel 
good to actually be able to branch out on my own. 

After we had bacon and eggs along with coffee at an all-night restaurant not 
far from the bar, Carlos suggested that we go over to his place. I followed 
his old car in my Mercedes, driving to a small but neat-looking little house 
not far away. He told me that he was renting it. 

I entered inside his small house and Carlos immediately took me into his 
arms. I liked the manner in which he smothered my body. He threw his arms 
around me with conviction, holding on tightly as he pressed his lips 
thunderously against mine. I've got to say one thing for Carlos. When his 
lips clamped ahold of mine, there was real impact. 

It seemed like the more sharply that he let his lips clash with mine, the 
more impact that he put into the act of throwing his arms around my body. 
The sensations were beautiful. I really loved them. 

He turned loose of my body and released his lips from mine. He asked me if I 
wanted a drink. I said no, I didn't. 

"That's what I thought," he smiled. "I don't either. I want to get down to 
business. Let's go into the bedroom." 

We walked into the bedroom. Without saying another word, we both began to 
undress. As I saw Carlos starting to unbutton his shirt, I recognized all 
too clearly the score. My pussy was bristling with excitement. I knew that I 
needed some quick sex. I knew that I needed it badly. 

Carlos was watching me as I took my clothes off. I could see how hard his 
cock was getting as I removed more and more of my belongings. At first I got 
off my dress, then slipped off my bra. The last step was removing my 
panties, and as I stepped out of them, he took one look at my gorgeous 
pussy. 

"Oh, I love every bit of your snatch," he said. "I like all those patches of 
nice blonde hair, and the beautiful snatch that's beneath it. Lie down on 
the bed, honey." 

I stretched out my body luxuriously in the middle of Carlos's bed. He 
stripped off his shorts, his last act. Now he was totally nude, and his huge 
cock was bulging out at me with great anticipation as he walked quickly 
toward the bed. 

"I'm hungry for your body," he told me. "I really want you, my dear. Oh, 
Charlotte darling, you're so beautiful." 

He dropped his .head down between my legs. He kissed my snatch. He did it so 
tenderly that I couldn't help but react. The sparks of excitement were 
flying throughout my entire body. 

"That feels so good," I said. "Do it again, darling. Oh, I want you to kiss 
my pussy again." 

That's precisely what he did. He kissed my snatch one more time, quickly 
releasing it. He then reached out with his right hand, allowing his fingers 
to maneuver smoothly over my pussy. 

Back and forth he would maneuver his fingers over my snatch. It was getting 
me ever hotter as he moved me that much closer to a devastating climax. 

"This feels so good when you finger my mound," I told him. "I have to juice, 
my dear. Oh, I guess you know how horny I am. I really need it, baby. I need 
some action. Oh, I desperately need it, baby." 

Carlos played things cool for a while. Then he recognized that it was time 
to step up the pace. At that point he slipped his tongue down between my 
legs. Back and forth he wiggled his tongue, allowing it to manipulate freely 
and excitedly. Back and forth he stabbed, driving his tongue in a highly 
assertive way. I could tell from the way that Carlos was sucking pussy just 
how much confidence he had. I knew that he had had quite a few lovers. He 
seemed to have gotten in a lot of practice along the way prior to sticking 
his tongue in my mound. 

I knew that he couldn't keep up that kind of pace for very long without me 
having to gush. He kept on sending his hot tongue moving spiritedly forward. 
He kept driving it, pushing and pumping it, getting me that much closer to 
climax. 

"Oh, I want it, I want your sucking movements," I told him. "Keep driving 
your tongue, my dear. Oh, yes, baby. I want this action so bad. Oh, keep 
your tongue wiggling. Keep it sliding against my pussy. Oh, honey, darling, 
I want it badly. Keep driving your tongue. Keep sucking me, baby. Oh, do it, 
darling, I want you to do it." 

A few brisk tongue stabs later, I found myself being pushed to the brink of 
climax. I wiggled my legs and ass cheeks back and forth. They were trembling 
with powerful erotic excitement as he kept working his tongue around my 
mound, moving me that much closer to orgasm. 

"Oh, I'm going to juice," I told him. "Swallow my load, darling. Oh, yes, 
I'm shooting, baby. What a good feeling, darling, oh, it's a great feeling. 
A wonderful feeling." 

At that point, as my butt twisted back and forth, the hot juices began to 
spurt from my pussy. You don't know what a great feeling that gave me at the 
time. I had been deprived of sex for so long, and here I was, my big 
opportunity to break out of stir. I was being liberated, receiving the 
opportunity that I had sought for so long, one in which I would be able to 
just cut loose and do what I wanted to do. 

After I unloaded my pussy juices in Carlos's mouth, he pointed down toward 
his long hard peter. 

"Just look at this," he smiled. "I need some action myself, my dear. I hope 
you don't mind me plunging my cock into your pussy. You don't mind that, do 
you, darling?" 

"No, not at all. Oh, you don't know how long it's been since I felt a long 
hard prick inside my mound. I've needed this for so long." 

"You seem to be very hungry for it, my love," he said. 

"I am. Go to work, Carlos. Plunge your cock inside me. I really want it, 
darling. Oh, do it for me, baby. I need it so badly. I need your hot dick 
plunging inside my mound." 

"Very well, my sweet. You'll get it, darling. Oh, yes. I'll send it inside 
you. I'll make you feel so good, sweetheart." 

"Yes, my love. Oh, yes. Go ahead, sweetheart. Oh, do it, baby." 

"I like having a lonely woman to fuck with," Carlos said. "If she's lonely 
enough, that means that she's very hungry for sex. I can see that you're 
very hungry, my dear. That's such a good sign. Oh, I want you, my sweet." 

I lay back and awaited the first few plunging stabs from my lover's hard 
pecker. Carlos flipped his body forward, driving his cock inside my mound. 
Back and forth he asserted himself, sending his cock sharply inside my 
mound. As he kept up his spirited tempo, I kept rocking back and forth. I 
liked his movements, and as he kept them up, I felt that much better. It was 
really good. I didn't have to rely on my husband. He was gone, and I was 
getting the time of my life. 

"Oh, you love it, honey?" he asked. 

"Keep it up, Carlos. Oh, stab my mound with your hot dick." 

Carlos continued his relentless stabs, driving his cock back and forth, 
slipping it ever deeper into my hot mound. It kept on thundering into me as 
he plunged deeper and deeper, pushing me ever closer to orgasm. 

"I want you, oh, I want you," I said. "I've got to juice quickly, baby. Oh, 
yes, the hot juices are gonna spurt. They're gonna fly out of my mound, 
darling. I love what you're doing to me, baby. Oh, this is so good, 
sweetheart. Keep it going, baby. Drive your cock, honey. Yes, keep pumping 
it into me." 

As Carlos moved ever closer to the dramatic point of climax, he reached out 
with both hands, allowing his fingers to clutch fervently against my ass 
cheeks. He held onto my buttocks ever so tightly, continuing to drive his 
cock forward, asserting himself proudly as he pushed and pumped his penis 
that much closer to orgasm. 

I finally reached the point where I couldn't withstand any more of those 
wild sensations. At that point my juices began to shoot from my pussy. I 
heaved a loud sigh as the juices spilled out of my mound. 

"Oh, my sweet, I'm juicing," I told him, "go ahead, honey. Oh, I want you to 
shoot. Yes, baby, I want you to juice, sweetheart. Yes, baby, oh, shoot your 
juices. I want them to spill out of your cock. Ah, what wonderful feelings, 
baby. This is too good." 

A few seconds later the spurting white pecker juices bolted out of the end 
of my lover's cock. He unleashed the juices frantically, shooting wildly 
from the end of his spear. 

"Oh, yes, this is so nice," he said. "I love fucking you, Charlotte. You're 
such a beautiful woman." 

At that point Carlos's lips closed in on mine. The young man was at his 
gentle best as his lips tenderly converged with mine while the last few 
droplets of orgasmic liquid commenced to spill out of his cock. 

When Carlos released his prick from my pussy, he felt good about everything. 
He gave me a big smile. I felt just as tremendous as he did. After all, I'm 
sure that I needed the orgasmic satisfaction a lot more than he had. I'd 
been deprived for so long by my husband that it wasn't even funny. It was 
tragic. 

My romance with Carlos lasted for a few more weeks. When my husband returned 
home, I visited Carlos at his home during the day. My husband never knew the 
difference. He wouldn't. 

After all, he hardly ever asked me to have sex, so that would be the only 
way he'd have of knowing. The only times I would be gone would be times when 
he wasn't around. 

After we had screwed for a period of a week or so, Carlos fixed us both 
coffee after a long session. As I sat and sipped the coffee with him, he 
began to talk differently than he had before. 

"You're getting very used to me, aren't you, Charlotte?" he smiled 
confidently. 

"I'm getting used to you in one sense, Carlos, but certainly not to the 
point where I'm taking you for granted. I hope you don't think that." 

"That isn't what I mean. I'm happy that things are going the way that they 
are. As a matter-of-fact, Charlotte, my dear, I think that we should make a 
little bit of a proposition. I only make so much tending bar, and I've been 
cutting my other actions short to spend more time with you. You've a very 
sexy woman and you want a lot more activity than most women I know." 

"That's probably true," I nodded. "So what's your point?" 

"I think that you can start paying me money for the privilege of me making 
love to you. You're a very wealthy woman. You drive an expensive car and you 
dress beautifully. I know that your husband has a good deal of money. All I 
would want, at least to start, would be one hundred and fifty dollars a 
week. I think that you could afford that without any problems, couldn't you, 
Charlotte?" 

"You've got to be out of your mind," I snapped. "I thought you really cared 
about me." 

"I do, my sweet, but I also have to look out for myself. This is no more 
than a bargain. An exchange. You wouldn't think of divorcing your husband, I 
know, because you have too good a thing going economically. Well, with all 
that money, you can afford to pay for a handsome lover like myself." 

At that point I was so crushed I could hardly believe it. I felt like crying 
bitterly. I got up from the table and walked toward the door without saying 
a word. Actually I wasn't talking because I really couldn't. I was that 
crushed. It was like I was so stunned that I wouldn't even be able to speak 
again. My throat was all knotted up. 

"Where are you going?" Carlos asked. "Charlotte, my dear. Maybe I could 
settle for a little bit less. If you don't have that much money, I could 
settle for a little less. But I can't give myself away for free any longer, 
my dear." 

"Good-bye, Carlos," was all that I could say to him. 

As I got into my car and drove home, my frustration began to turn to hate. I 
began to detest everything that Carlos stood for. It was terrible of him to 
ask for money that way. He was the one man out of all the men that I'd met 
at the bar that I actually trusted. I thought he loved me. 

I didn't do much of anything the next couple of weeks, except lie around at 
the swimming pool in the back yard. My husband went his own separate way, 
taking a quick trip to Chicago, then returning in exhausted frame. He 
naturally didn't suggest any sex. 

About that time I was getting so frustrated with men that I was willing to 
consider things I would never have dreamt of considering earlier. I had 
lunch with that same friend of mine who had mentioned the girl with the dog. 
I began asking some curious questions. 

"When I was talking about it before you cut me off," the friend said. "What 
has changed your mind now, Charlotte?" 

"I don't know. Maybe just frustration and boredom." 

I didn't want to tell my friend about the affair with Carlos. That was too 
bitter a memory to even talk about. But I did want to find out more about 
the dog. She told me she'd give me a call after she received some more 
information. 

My friend called later that same afternoon. She gave me the name of the man 
that the girl had purchased the dog from. 

"I guess I can level with you all the way now," she laughed nervously. "You 
see, I know that he does a great job of training these animals, because I 
had sex with one myself." 

"You did?" 

"Oh, yes. The one that is my friend's lover. She kept coaxing me to do it, 
and one day when I got drunk enough, I tried it. I loved it. As a 
matter-of-fact, the dog did a better job of pumping me than my old man 
does." 

I thanked her for the information, then went to see the man who trained the 
canines. Before he would open up and tell me anything, I had to prove 
myself. I told him who my reference was. I had to give him the name of the 
woman that I didn't even knew, my friend's friend, before he was willing to 
talk to me. 

He showed me through his kennels, explaining to me that if I tried out a dog 
and didn't like him, then I could bring him back within two weeks. 

"What if I just decide that I don't like having sex with dogs?" I asked. 

"That's what I mean," the man nodded. "Usually when the women say they're 
dissatisfied with the dog, what they're really dissatisfied with is the 
concept of sex with animals. They get scared off because of various 
hang-ups. That's the reason why they don't like it. If they let themselves 
go, they're gonna dig it in a big way. That is, if they really like sex, and 
if they don't, then they're coming to the wrong place anyway. So you've got 
two weeks. If you decide that you don't like this kind of action at the end 
of that period, you can bring the dog back. Otherwise, he's yours." 

"I guess that's fair enough," I nodded. 

"I handed my husband a cock-and-bull story about wanting to have a watclidog 
and a companion at the same time. I mentioned how much I liked animals when 
I was a little girl. He didn't care. Just as long as he was busy in his 
company business, that was all the was concerned about. I could have brought 
home a squadron of rattlesnakes and he might have calmly shrugged the whole 
thing off. That is if he was wrapped up enough in a business project at the 
time. 

I could hardly wait to try out this handsome German shepherd that I brought 
home. His name was Fritz, and he was a strong, healthy-looking lad. Just the 
kind of pedigreed dog that a person couldn't help but be impressed by. But I 
wasn't interested in showing him off. I was interested in taking him to bed 
with me. 

I was awfully nervous the first time I tried him. My husband was at the 
office, and everything was completely quiet around the house. I walked 
toward the bedroom, calling Fritz and having him follow along beside me. 

I entered the bedroom, then closed the door behind me after Fritz had had an 
opportunity to enter. He looked very sleek and handsome, standing there on 
all four legs, looking up at me. 

As I began to strip off my garments, Fritz became more and more interested. 
I took off my dress, then began to work at my garter belt. As I unsnapped 
it, Fritz became more and more infatuated. He began to flip his tail back 
and forth, then, after wagging it vigorously for a long spell, he started to 
flip his tongue around inside his mouth. 

As I got down to my panties and began to slip them off, Fritz started to 
pant. I could see that he was getting worked up. It was my guess that the 
dog trainer had done a good job on him. He had been supremely confident of 
Fritz's ability to perform and he had told me so. 

After I stripped off my panties and tossed them to the floor, I had the urge 
to play with my pussy. I remembered that the trainer had told me that Fritz 
was conditioned to react whenever I touched my pussy. 

As the fingers of my right hand reached down, and as I began to stroke my 
mound, the dog jumped up on the bed. He executed one quick nimble leap, and 
there he was on the bed, perched next to me. He panted more eagerly than 
ever, awaiting further action. 

"My, but you're a handsome fellow," I said. "Oh, yes, honey. You really look 
good, baby. You've got a nice hard cock. Oh, yes, you really have." 

When I released my fingers from my pussy, Fritz's instincts completely took 
over. While he panted loudly, his nose began to pick up the scent of my 
mound. 

I got tremendously excited as Fritz stuck his nose inside my pussy. He kept 
sniffing around my mound, enjoying the movements. Back and forth he slipped 
his nose, making certain that he covered every crevice of my hot snatch. 

"You're tickling me," I laughed. "Oh, Fritz baby, you're really good, honey. 
Oh, yes, sweetheart. I like the way that your nose is moving. 

Oh, baby. That's very good. Oh, that's so nice. Yes, Fritz." 

Fritz was content to occupy his time with flipping his nose against my 
snatch for a few moments. But as he became more and more excited, the 
desires increased within him. 

As Fritz removed his nose from my snatch, he started to put his tongue to 
work. He began flipping it back and forth against my left leg. Since I've 
always had a lot of sensation in my thighs, I naturally went wild. My butt 
kept twisting back and forth. I couldn't help but feel overwhelmed as he 
kept up his hot tongue sucking, driving his tongue against my thigh, moving 
me ever closer to a state of orgasmic excitement. 

"Oh, honey, you're gonna have to suck my pussy," I exclaimed. "Oh, your 
tongue is so beautiful. You really know how to work it, lover. Yes, you're 
moving it around so swiftly, baby. What a nice tongue you have. Oh, it's a 
beautiful tongue, baby. I like it, honey." 

He kept up his hot, brisk movements, driving his tongue against my thigh. 
After he released his tongue from one thigh, he put it working on the other, 
providing me with the same kind of wild, exciting movements. 

Fritz kept edging me that much closer to orgasm. His tongue kept sweeping 
over my thigh, getting me that much more excited, causing my body to quake 
with every solid tongue stroke that he provided. 

"I want to juice," I said, "oh, honey, you're just the dog for it. Come on, 
baby, switch your movements. Oh, please, I really need it." 

I reached out and toyed with my pussy a few times, hoping that Fritz would 
catch on to what I was doing. The trainer had told me that he would. 

At that point Fritz turned loose of my thigh. He then let his tongue move 
swiftly upward toward my ass-hole. He flipped his tongue back and forth, 
permitting it to manipulate against my anus. 

"Suck out my ass-hole," I gasped. "Oh, your tongue is so beautiful, baby. 
Keep it going, sweetheart. Oh, that's nice. Oh, you excite me so much, 
sweetheart. Your tongue is so beautiful." 

I liked the dog's long, hot, red tongue. I couldn't help but notice the way 
that it pierced my ass-hole. It was so vastly different from the way that my 
husband would suck me. I even dug it a lot more than Carlos. After all, I 
figured the dog had some sincerity. I don't think that men have any 
sincerity. At least most of them. At least the ones that I have been 
unfortunate enough to come into contact with. 

But Fritz was a completely different story. The longer he allowed his tongue 
to dart sweepingly inside my ass-hole, the greater the degree of excitement 
that I felt. I could see myself moving that much closer to a devastating 
climax. It would be just a matter of time before the hot juices would spill 
from my mound and into his mouth. I wondered how much longer he would suck 
my ass-hole in this manner. 

He continued the ass-hole licking for just a few more moments. At that point 
he got set to plunge his tongue into my mound. He withdrew it swiftly from 
my ass-hole, then let it go to work against my pussy. 

"Oh, I really want it," I said. "Drive your tongue, sweetheart. Oh, baby, I 
really do want it. Oh, what nice movements. You've got such a beautiful 
tongue, darling. Oh, use it, baby, come on and use it. Come on and slip your 
tongue inside my pussy. Oh, suck me, baby, you've really got to suck me." 

With convincing rapidity, Fritz kept on stabbing my pussy. He let his tongue 
thunder, permitting it to move at a surging pace. Back and forth he kept up 
the activity, sliding his tongue, driving it over my hot gash, pushing me 
that much closer to a resounding climax. 

"I'm gonna juice," I said, "Oh, yeah, sweetheart. I can't keep this up for 
much longer. The hot juices are gonna fly. They've just got to, honey. Oh, 
yeah, baby. Oh, it's so nice. Oh, yes, baby, this feels so great, so very 
great." 

A few stirring tongue strokes later, the juices began to spurt from my pussy 
and into my loving canine's mouth. 

I watched him with such great satisfaction as he went after my load, 
swallowing eagerly, going after every droplet. It was great to finally have 
a lover who wanted to put out, and who wasn't out to get anything other than 
sheer kicks. 

When he released his tongue from my pussy, I thought about whether I ought 
to go all the way with him. He would want to shove his cock inside my pussy. 
It was just a question of whether I would let him do it to me. 

I slipped to my knees and then got down on all fours just the way that I'd 
been told to do it. The trainer had given me quite a few instructions, 
letting me know about certain things that Fritz liked, and how one went 
about getting fucked by a dog in general. There were certain steps to follow 
in the procedure of fucking with the dog. 

As I remained there on my knees, down on all fours, ready to receive the 
first few stabbing sensations from Fritz's cock, I called out to him. 

"Go ahead, Fritz, honey," I said. "You can fuck my pussy, baby. Oh, yeah, 
stick your cock inside my mound. I want it, baby. I really want it. You can 
do it for me, honey. Oh, yes, I know you can give me a tremendous fucking." 

He stuck his cock forward, permitting it to enter inside my pussy. He rocked 
his body back and forth, penetrating me for the first time. 

It hurt like hell when he slipped his cock in at first. I heard his big dick 
lock inside my pussy. And I could feel his paws as they held onto my thighs. 
But after a few hot fervent strokes, I began to feel differently about it 
all. He had tremendous ability when it came to sticking his dick inside my 
pussy. He kept on rocking his body back and forth, slamming and stabbing his 
dick inside me. He kept pushing ever closer to climax, driving his cock 
forward, making beautiful time with his movements. 

"Oh, this is so good," I exclaimed. "Sweetheart, oh, honey, fuck my mound. 
Go ahead, sweetie, oh, give me a good screw. Come on and fuck my pussy. 
Drive your cock inside me, baby. Oh, I love those forceful stabs. Keep on 
sending your cock forward. Oh, fuck my mound, sweetheart. Drive it, baby. 
Oh, I want it so bad. Oh, come on, honey, you can really screw me. Oh, keep 
on fucking, baby. Oh, penetrate my mound. Drive your cock forward, baby. Oh, 
I need it, honey, yes, oh, I want you to juice inside me. Oh, I want your 
cock, baby, I want your fuck." 

On the subject of juicing, I was moving that much closer to orgasm myself. 
Every time that he sent his hard, surging pecker deeper into my snatch, I 
came that much closer to the point of release. 

He kept up his determined stabs. He was really slamming his pecker home now, 
driving it for all he was worth, pumping it savagely into my pussy. The 
sharp pain that I had felt the first few times when he stabbed my snatch was 
gone now. All I could feel was wonderful pleasure, the kind that you get 
when you're being fucked just right. He kept on sending his dick into me, 
moving it faster than before. He reached the highest point of excitement, 
pumping his cock rapidly, moving ever closer to orgasm. 

"Oh, yes, baby, I love it," I sighed. "Juice, honey, oh, shoot your juices 
into me." 

A few stirring strokes later, the hot juices began to spill out of the end 
of his rod. At that very same point in time I also juiced. Our bodies kept 
twisting and turning rhythmically as the sea of jissum kept spurting out of 
the end of his cock 

"Oh, it's so nice having you in me," I said. "Suck a beautiful fuck, baby. 
Oh, I feel such great spirit. Oh, you've done so well. So very well, baby. 
You were great." 

Fritz pried his cock loose from my mound after that. I felt satisfied for 
the time being. I drifted off to sleep, taking a good long nap. 

When I awakened in late afternoon, I observed Fritz lying on the floor. He 
looked so sweet and innocent as he slept there. When I saw him again, I 
started remembering once more just how excited he had made me. I was 
gratified that I had such a wonderful lover. So what if he was a dog? That 
didn't bother me. He was certainly a lot better than the two-legged males I 
had been running across. 

"Fritz, here Fritz," I called to him. 

To get his attention, I reached down and began toying with my mound. That 
really got him. Fritz jumped up to his feet, then sprang quickly toward the 
bed. With one nimble leap he was inside it, standing eagerly, ready for some 
more action. 

The longer I looked down at Fritz's hard pecker, the more impressed I 
became. I felt like reaching out and touching it. I wanted to get him as 
excited as I could. 

When I reached out and grabbed Fritz's hard bulging rod with my right hand, 
it really excited me. There was a tremendous amount of electricity passing 
between us. As my fingers kept pumping up and down Fritz's huge stick, I got 
more excited than ever. I knew that I really wanted him. It was just a 
question of how far I would go with him. 

My fingers kept working up and down his rod. They began moving more quickly 
than before. The longer that my fingers pumped, the more aroused I became. I 
wanted to get Fritz as excited as I could. 

After a long series of hard, pumping movements with my fingers, I decided 
that I would go all the way with Fritz. I figured that I would slip my 
tongue against his cock. I knew that that would get him extra excited. I 
didn't usually like to suck cock that much, but with Fritz it was different. 
There was something about him that was driving me wild. I liked the fact he 
was uninhibited, and that he was totally unselfish. He was just the kind of 
young man that I wanted to have sex with. 

So I began to slip my tongue up and down his long dick. I started out 
slowly, but soon I was pumping for everything I was worth, sucking his cock 
rapidly with great effort. 

I liked the way his legs were beginning to tremble. I could see that he was 
feeling the same degree of uninhibited enthusiasm that I was. I kept 
plunging my tongue, driving it ever so quickly up and down the full length 
of his cock. 

Follwoing some long, spirited tongue strokes, I decided that I ought to 
start slipping my fingers around his balls. So I set out to do that very 
thing. I tickled his hot, bulging testicles, running my fingers against 
them. All the while I was bobbing my head up and down, spiritedly sucking 
the dog's long stick. I kept up my efforts, slamming my tongue relentlessly 
against his hard dick, continuing the spirited movements for my canine 
lover. 

I was moving him that much closer. I could tell from the way his body was 
shaking and rocking just how excited he was getting. It would be just a few 
more moments before I would experience the hot waves of orgasmic excitement. 
I wanted to suck out his peter, to swallow every drop of his hot stuff, to 
enjoy the stimulating waves of passionate hot white juice that would spill 
from the end of his dog cock and into my mouth. 

As I kept on tugging at his balls, I awaited his juices restlessly. A few 
moments later, the hot white liquid spilled out of the end of his spear and 
into my waiting mouth. 

As the juices kept spurting, I toyed with his balls. I kept on fingering 
them as the juices continued to tear forth from the end of his organ. 

I gobbled for everything I was worth. He had quite a load of hot white 
jissum to spill. A few droplets of the burning juices shot from the corner 
of my mouth, rolling down my cheek. But I managed to hang on to most of his 
load, gobbling enthusiastically, eating out his cock. 

I had a tremendous feeling of exhilaration as I removed my tongue from his 
hard prick. I knew that I had truly accomplished something. Here was one guy 
who wasn't going to let me down. He loved fucking just as much as I did, and 
together we made a magnificent team. 

Fritz constituted the first step in a wonderful series of relationships with 
dogs. 

When I went to Montego Bay with my husband, I encountered a woman from the 
Miami area who had purchased a Great Dane from the same dog trainer that I 
had bought Fritz from. 

She invited me over to her place that afternoon. Her name was Marie, and she 
was a little younger than I was, maybe in her early thirties. She, too, had 
a wealthy husband, but she wasn't all that turned on by him. She was more 
turned on with Maurice, her Great Dane. 

We entered the bedroom first thing, removing our clothes. I noticed how 
closely she was watching me. She was a beautiful brunette with a fantastic 
body. 

"I'm glad I'm here by myself," Marie said. "You and your husband appear to 
have the same problem I have with my husband. You ought to come here without 
your husband, too, honey." 

"I'm gonna start doing that." 

"I'll meet you, baby. Together we'll have a real blast." 

Although Maurice was pacing the floor pensively, I could see that Marie was 
interested in me as she removed her panties. Even though I'd never had sex 
with a woman before, the idea didn't appear as revolting to me as it would 
have at one time. After all, I had come quite a ways when it came to liberal 
sex. I never would have dreamed of fucking a dog, but I had done it, and had 
learned to enjoy it, and was looking forward to taking on a second canine. 

While Fritz was residing at a kennel in Miami, awaiting my return, I was 
making eyes now at handsome Maurice. 

As I finished undressing and spread my beautiful naked body out on the bed, 
.Marie decided it was time to get down to serious business. 

"I hope you don't mind if I help myself to a little something before Marucie 
gets involved," she giggled. "Actually, he's used to watching me doing it 
with a gorgeous chick. Then he gets into the act." 

"You mean that's the route you go quite often?" I asked. 

"That's right. You've made love both ways, haven't you, honey? I mean, with 
chicks." 

"No, I haven't as a matter-of-fact." 

"Surely you won't mind if I suck your pussy. I'd like to get you involved in 
red-hot female lovemaking. You know, if you dig going the dog route, you'll 
dig this, too." 

My education continued as Marie moved her body toward mine. First thing she 
did was reach out with both hands and began to tickle my tits. She really 
knew how to get them excited. She started out slowly, but pretty soon she 
was clutching hard, letting her fingers move with resounding speed and skill 
over my hot breasts, providing me with exciting sensations. 

The fervent action continued. After she had finished working her fingers 
over my tits, she slipped her head down between my legs. As she moved her 
fingers sweepingly over my legs, she put her tongue to work over my mound. 

I found out at that point in time just how exciting it could be to receive 
some hot, jolting tongue stabs from a beautiful girl. She kept up her 
sweeping movements, driving her tongue into my hot pubic bush. She kept 
pushing me ever closer to the big moment of climax, the moment when the hot 
juices would spill out of my juicing pussy. 

As she moved me ever closer to that point, my beautiful lover Marie threw 
her fingers around my ass cheeks. She clutched them nice and tight, holding 
on as the brisk pace continued. Her hot tongue kept exploring me, pushing 
ever deeper into my mound. 

A few moments later the juices began to shoot from my pussy. I felt good as 
the juices bolted from me. Once again I was feeling liberated. Whenever I 
experienced a fantastic orgasm, that's the way I would always feel over that 
kind of action. 

"Now we can give Maurice a chance," she winked. "He'd like to fuck your 
pussy. I'll tell you what, I'll slip his cock in your mound." 

Marie went to work, sliding the dog's cock into my pussy. After that we were 
off to the races. I found myself another lover. 

I'll tell you something. Since then my life has turned a whole lot more 
exciting. My beautiful lover Marie and I have gotten acquainted with some 
other women. We've set up our own little island meeting place. We have sex 
there with animals all the time. We've gotten together a nice contingent of 
dogs, and between us we have all kinds of wild thrills together. 

I don't feel like I need men any more. That is, except for male dogs. I'm 
having a whole lot of fun just confining my fucking to the dogs and women. I 
don't feel like anything's missing from my life. 

* * * 

SUMMARY 

I wanted to talk to Charlotte at greater length about her negative attitude 
toward men. 

"Charlotte, don't you think that you have an unduly negative opinion of 
men?" I asked. 

"After the treatment I've received from most of the ones I've dealt with, I 
don't think so. You talk about male chauvinists. Most of the ones I've 
known, including my husband, are interested in one of two things. Either 
they want a beautiful woman around to help their ego, like my husband, who 
can show me off at parties, or else they're interested in just a good piece 
of ass. Of course, then there are some like Carlos. They not only want the 
piece of ass. They want to get paid. They feel that what they're giving a 
woman is so great that they should be paid for it." 

"Do you think that this bitter, distasteful attitude towards men was what 
prompted you to get involved with dogs?" 

"You know, if it hadn't been for me being as steamed up as I was when I was, 
I don't think that I would have had the nerve to try it. I could have 
thought about it, and maybe it would have even seemed exciting to me at 
certain points, but I don't think I would have ever had the guts to actually 
follow through. Yes, I think that that's a fair statement." 

"Have you ever thought about what would have happened had you met the right 
man?" I asked. 

"The right man?" she looked at me incredulously. "I don't think there is 
such a thing. Maybe it's happened to some women, but, then again, maybe 
they're just too stupid to recognize the truth. Maybe they're just lying to 
themselves." 

"Your attitude is so harsh that I don't sse how you could ever hope to face 
facts in a cool, objective fashion. You have involved yourself in some 
bizarre sex, and the more involved you get, the less-likely you will be to 
get to experience something that one could classify as normal in the way of 
sex responses. Couldn't it be possible that you would at least like to give 
your husband a chance to prove that he's a little better man than what you 
give him credit as being?" 

"If there's one thing I don't want to hear, it's a sermon," she replied 
curtly. "If that's what you're gonna try and hand me, let's just forget 
about the whole thing right now." 

"Believe me, I'm trying to help you," I said. "The reason why I wanted to 
spend this much time with you was that I felt first of all that the material 
would be interesting to people, and also that if you revealed everything 
about yourself that it would be helpful to you. I mean, you seem very bitter 
about your husband. I don't think that he means as little to you as you say. 
Generally speaking, people don't get that upset unless somebody or something 
means something to them. By virtue of the fact you're that upset, I'd have 
to say that you do have some feeling for your husband. What has bothered 
you, I'm certain, is that he hasn't given you enough in the way of physical 
attention. I think that you ought to sit down and have a long talk with him 
about it. Have you ever approached him in a sensitive manner about this 
matter?" 

"I've talked to him about it." 

"You didn't completely answer my question. I'm concerned about the approach 
you used when you talked to him. It might make him self-conscious if he 
thought that he wasn't worth anything in bed." 

"He hasn't been worth much there," she snapped indignantly. 

"I'm saying one thing. You ought to be a little more sympathetically 
disposed toward him. At least from the standpoint of airing out your 
problems. I think if you would do that you'd find there was more common 
ground between the two of you than you thought. That's what so often happens 
in marriage situations. The parties are just afraid to communicate with each 
other. Either that or they're convinced that there's just no basis 
whatsoever for communication. I think that you've got an entirely erroneous 
concept about all of this." 

"I don't know about that," she sighed. "I've tried to talk to him many 
times." 

"What was the result of those conversations?" I asked. 

"The result was that nothing would happen. He would get upset over the way 
that I would bring the whole thing into the open. You see, apparently he 
doesn't want to know the truth." 

"But did you approach him with the truth harshly or sympathetically?" 

"What difference does that make? I told him what he had to hear. He just 
didn't want to hear it. To me that's a person who is trying to avoid the 
truth of the matter." 

"I don't think so. I think that if you would approach him a little 
differently, talking to him at greater length, in a very sympathetic way, I 
believe that this would make a good deal of difference in your 
relationship." 

"We're just going around in circles. I don't think that you understand my 
problem at all," she said in an irked tone. "Besides, I'm happy having sex 
with dogs. I really like this organization that Marie and I have started. 
It's a very good one. All the women in it have a good time." 

"But I still sense a good deal of frustration in you," I told her. 

"That's something that you're imagining. It's really not there. You just 
think that it is." 

"Very well. There's no law that says you have to listen to me. I just wish 
you would bear in mind some of the things that I have been saying. Even 
though you might not agree with them now, I think that in time you will. I 
think it's just a question of time before all of this will be moving into 
clearer focus. Eventually I think you'll agree with what I've been saying 
today to you." 

"Don't count on it," Charlotte laughed. "I'll tell you something. I'm doing 
the right thing now. I'm thinking about myself. I want some beautiful 
action, and I'm getting it. I'm doing what I want to do without any strings 
attached, to me that's a pretty beautiful and satisfying life." 

It frustrated me to talk to Charlotte at such great length and wind up poles 
apart from her. I knew that I could help her if she were just willing to 
listen to me. But apparently she wasn't willing to make compromises at that 
point. She had given up on her husband, and was not that eager to even 
communicate with him on the subject of their physical estrangement. 

Although I hope that Charlotte will eventually come to the realization that 
what I was telling her was for her own good, I'm afraid that she is far away 
from the point when she will begin to examine things from her husband's 
standpoint. All she could think about was the fact that she had been 
deprived of the sex that she wanted for a long time. For that reason she 
blames her husband, and at the present time there doesn't seem to be 
any-likelihood of her changing her mind. 

My subject for Case Two, Stefanie M., was, if anything, even more frustrated 
than Charlotte. 

Whereas Charlotte, confused as she might be relating to sex, is eager to 
experience all kinds of wild sensations, she at least is willing to confine 
them to herself and her partners. 

In the case of Stefanie, I was confronted with an exhibitionist, a girl who 
was not interested in having sex unless she had a parade of admirers 
watching her. 

CASE TWO 

Stefanie M. was a lovely, effervescent redhead who was willing to talk at 
length about herself. 

She possessed a pleasant smile and on the surface one would have thought her 
to be a well-adjusted young woman about to embark on a marriage. But 
marriage was scores of leagues removed from young Stefanie's mind. Instead 
of marriage, she was concerned about just one thing, engaging in as many 
wild sex sessions as possible. 

Whereas most of the women I interviewed pertaining to the bestial relations 
were concerned about their own personal selves from the standpoint of 
thrills, Stefanie was concerned about other people and how they reacted to 
her. 

Her bizarre story follows: 

My father is about as rich as Midas. He started out with one night club in 
the Chicago area, and from there everything started to flourish. Now he has 
places all over the United States, at least in the major cities, and I don't 
see him too often. He divorced my mother a few years ago, and he's always 
playing around with some cute little thing, usually a waitress, a hat check 
girl, or some entertainer who's working at one of his clubs. Since he's rich 
and powerful, he naturally can score anytime that he wants to, and with some 
of the best-looking chicks imaginable. 

But I've been coming into my own lately. I'm a pretty gorgeous chick in my 
own right, and I'll stack myself up against any of the girls that my 
dad-likes. As a matter-of-fact, as of late I've started to critically 
analyze myself. I've put myself up against these chicks I've seen him with 
and I'll tell you something, I come off pretty well. As far as I'm 
concerned, I could come off real well against any of them. I'm that good 
looking as far as I'm concerned. 

A few weeks ago I asked the old man for money so that I could take a trip to 
Los Angeles. I wanted to see some of my groovy friends there, people that I 
had met at parties my dad had given. I liked some of the people in show 
business, since so many of them strictly didn't give a damn about anything 
other than having a good time. That's me all over. I didn't used to be that 
way, but after I got out of high school I started changing. Now I'm all for 
fun, any way that I can have it. 

So I decided to go to L.A., and the guy I wanted to look up immediately was 
a television actor. I can't call him by his real name, since you wouldn't 
know him as that, even if you've heard of him. He's not one of the big 
stars, but he's fairly well known. His name is Darrell. That's his real 
name. But you wouldn't know him by that. He goes by another name. I don't 
want you to know who he really is, so I'll call him by his real name. 

Anyhow, I called him on the phone and told him I'd be in. He said he'd be 
waiting for me. I knew what that meant. I didn't really care. He could have 
designs on me anytime, as far as I was concerned. I really liked him. 

When I got over to his place, taking a cab from the airport, not even 
wanting to bother calling him, he was waiting for me. 

"Why didn't you call me?" he asked as he let me inside his little home in 
the Hollywood Hills. 

"I didn't call you because I didn't see any reason for you having to drive 
out to the airport. I can take a cab just as easily. What the hell." 

"Have you had anything to eat?" he asked me. 

"Yeah, they served steak on the plane." 

"How about something to drink?" 

"I had cocktails all the way to Los Angeles. No thanks. I don't need 
anything more to drink." 

"Then I guess the obvious question is thisare you ready to fuck? " 

"I am, but not just with you." 

"What do you mean?" he looked at me with a hurt expression on his face. 

"I like large gatherings. I want to fuck in a group, baby. I want you to get 
some of your friends over here. You must know lots of guys in your line of 
work." 

"Of course I do. There are the stunt men on the show, some of the other 
actors. There are the technicians. I know all kinds of guys." 

"How many of them have long dicks?" 

"I've never taken a survey, but most of them seem pretty damned horny," he 
laughed. "I guess that ought to suffice. How many guys do you want over 
here?" 

"I'd like at least nine others. I want to take on ten men. You see, my 
tongue feels real itchy. Fd like to suck off ten guys." 

"That I can handle," he laughed. "I am a little embarrassed though. I was 
hoping you'd just want to do it with me." 

"Nothing personal, honey. You'll get to screw me plenty during my stay here. 
It's just that I want to have some fun with some other guys as well. I like 
my fun in group sessions. I enjoy taking on a whole flock of guys." 

"All right. .So I'll give these guys a buzz. I'll have a whole group of them 
over here in no time at all." 

Darrell was right. He turned out to be a very good organizer. All it took 
was about an hour, and there were ten guys in the room, Darrell and nine 
other men. 

I recognized a few of the guys. They were bit players. And there was another 
fellow, a good-looking man in his forties who was one of the co-stars of the 
series that Darrell worked on. He was there, too. So we were all ready to 
go. 

"I understand you like to give head," Darrell said. 

"That's why I wanted all these cocks in the same room at the same time," I 
nodded. 

"Since I got them all together, I hope you don't mind sucking me off first," 
Darrell said. 

"Of course I don't. Just unzip your trousers. That's all you've got to do," 
I told him." 

"I think we should all take off our clothes," this actor in his forties 
said. "I think that you ought to take your clothes off, Stefanie baby, and 
that we ought to all do the same." 

"I agree," Darrell said. "That'll make the whole thing seem so much more 
romantic." 

"All right, I guess we could do that," I said. "You guys do the same thing." 

The next few minutes, everybody occupied themselves with the act of 
undressing. After Darrell took off his clothes and I took off mine, I began 
to size up his huge cock. The longer I looked at his huge, pulsating stick, 
the more eager I became to sink my tongue against it. 

"Just lie down in the middle of the bed," I said. "Darrell, baby, I'm gonna 
give you a suck you're never gonna forget." 

"I'm looking forward to it," he grinned, sliding his body downward toward 
the bed. 

I watched as Darrell stretched out, lying on his back. He extended his legs, 
showing me his long, hard pecker. 

"The rest of you guys just line up," I said calmly, "there's gonna be plenty 
there for everyone in this show." 

"I hope that your tongue doesn't get tired," one of the men laughed. 

"Don't you worry about my tongue. You just worry about your cock," I said, 
triggering laughter throughout the room. 

These guys just stood there watching, their dicks hard with anticipation, as 
I slipped my head down between Darrell's legs. 

I began by slipping my tongue into his ass-hole. I knew that would get him. 
I wanted to make him feel as wild and uninhibited as possible, so I moved my 
tongue firmly toward his anus. I really stabbed at his ass-hole, driving my 
tongue quickly, getting him turned on with every brisk stroke. 

"Oh, what an ass licker," Darrell exclaimed loudly. "Can this gal ever rim, 
guys. Oh, she's really getting my cock excited. I can't take too much of 
this, baby. Your tongue is just too much." 

While my tongue kept on whiplashing its way back and forth inside Darrell's 
hot ass-hole, I reached out with both hands and began to toy with his cock. 
I moved my fingers at a relentless clip, allowing them to slide up and down 
his huge rod. I loved touching his wild organ, and the longer that my 
fingers focused on it, the more eager I became to switch the action from his 
ass-hole to his cock. 

But I was determined to drive him to the brink, right up the wall, getting 
him as excited as I could before I switched to the cock sucking. So I kept 
up my determined ass licking, stabbing my hot tongue inside his ass-hole, 
driving him into fervent states of ecstasy. His legs and ass cheeks wiggled 
with every thrusting stroke that I brought forth with my tongue. I kept 
stabbing my tongue ever higher into his ass-hole, pushing with everything 
that I was worth, driving him that much closer to an exciting climax. 

"Oh, slip your tongue against my cock," Darrell finally exclaimed. "I really 
need that, honey. Oh, I've got to shoot my juices in your mouth. I've got to 
fuck your beautiful mouth. Oh, sweetheart, come on, let's really let 
ourselves go." 

I removed my tongue from Darrell's ass-hole. Then I slipped it against his 
balls. I slid my tongue rapidly and convincingly, driving it against his 
testicles. The longer that I kept up my solid tongue strokes, the hotter 
that I made him. 

"Oh, my balls are really expanding," he exclaimed. "Your tongue's really 
doing the job, baby. Oh, yeah, sweetheart, you're so good. Ah, your tongue's 
doing such a beautiful job. Keep it going, baby. Oh, yeah, honey, I really 
like this." 

I continued my tongue stroking against his balls. About the time that he was 
so super charged that he could hardly take any more, I removed my tongue 
from Darrell's balls and went to work on the tip of his cock. I slid my 
tongue slowly over the tip of his penis, then began to exercise it swiftly 
up and down the full length of his enormous pecker. 

"Suck my rod," he called out, "oh, honey, keep up the sucking. Suck my hot 
prick. Yes, honey, go ahead, baby. Oh, suck me, honey, keep on sucking me, 
baby. Drive your tongue against my pecker. Oh, I really feel the itch now, 
baby. You're really doing it. Oh, you're doing it so well." 

I kept up my sweeping strokes as my head bobbed up and down, driving my 
tongue swiftly up and down the full length of his organ. I kept driving my 
tongue, sending it spiritedly against him, moving him that much closer to an 
eager climax. 

"Play with my balls while you're sucking my cock," Darrell exclaimed. "Go 
ahead, honey. Let yourself go, sweetheart. I need those beautiful strokes. 
Oh, just keep me going. Just keep on sending your tongue against my dick. 
Bring me off, sweetheart. Oh, I need to juice. I need to juice so bad. Keep 
driving your hot tongue. Oh, keep it sliding against my cock. Oh, keep 
playing with my balls. Keep working your fingers over them. Yes, honey, oh, 
yeah, how good I feel. Oh, do it for me, baby." 

While I was sucking Darrell ever closer to climax, the other guys were also 
providing encouragement. 

"This chick is some hose artist," one guy said. "Just look at the way that 
tongue of hers glides. She really knows how to work it." 

"Keep working your tongue, honey," another man called out. "Suck his cock. 
Bring him off. Keep your tongue sliding. Keep working it over his hot dick." 

I kept on sucking Darrell until he couldn't take it any longer. At that 
point the hot, electric white sparks began to shoot from the end of his 
stick. He really unloaded, unleashing a sea of passionate juice into my 
waiting mouth. 

I loved every delicious droplet, sucking the white sprem that came spilling 
out of the end of his enormous rod. 

"Oh, I'm doing it," he sighed, "I really love it, baby. Go ahead, 
sweetheart. Oh, suck me dry, baby. I'm really unleashing it, baby. Yes, 
baby, oh, sweetheart, honey, oh, it's juicing. It's really shooting out of 
there. I just love it." 

The white spurting juices kept on spilling out of there, flowing into my 
mouth. I gobbled up every delightful droplet of the hot stuff, after which I 
released my tongue from his hot rod. 

"I'm next," the handsome actor in his forties said. "I want you to suck my 
ass-hole just like you did his, then I want you to suck off my cock." 

"As I said, all you guys have to do is line up," I grinned. "I'll take care 
of the rest." 

"I really dig this chick," one man laughed. "Darrell, where did you run into 
her?" 

"At a party back in Chicago when I was on a promotion tour for the show." 

"She's a real winner," another man said. "Any chick that can wield a tongue 
like that is a friend of mine. She really knows how to suck cock." 

"Just watch me," I looked at the men and exclaimed. "You're gonna see me put 
on quite an exhibition with my hot tongue. I'm gonna bring every one of you 
guys off before you leave this room." 

"That's the kind of talk I love to hear," a man laughed loudly. 

I went after the actor with the same degree of conviction that I had 
utilized when I was sucking Darrell. I began by flipping my tongue against 
his ass-hole. With sparkling determination he flipped his hips back and 
forth. Every time that my tongue stabbed against his ass-hole he made me 
that much more excited by his quivering. 

While his hips flipped and his body flounced, I kept on stabbing his 
ass-hole. I kept up the burning tongue strokes for a few more minutes, after 
which I decided I ought to switch to his balls. So as I worked my finger up 
and down his huge cock, I turned my tongue loose on his testicles. I really 
drove my tongue, sliding it frantically against his hot hairy balls. 

"Keep up the sucking," he called out. "Oh, grind your tongue against my 
balls. Oh, bring me off, honey. I need to orgasm. My wife won't suck my cock 
very much. It's action that I don't get very often. Oh, come on, suck me, 
baby." 

From the very first instant that my tongue made initial contact with that 
guy's cock, he flew into a wild panic. He loved the cock sucking. As he had 
said, he got very little of it at home. So this made it a rare treat, 
something that really made him happy. 

"Suck my dick," he encouraged. "Oh, pump your tongue, baby. Work it quickly, 
sweetheart. Oh, I want it so bad. Come on, honey. Slide your tongue over my 
cock. Oh, bring me off, you've got to. I want to juice, I want to juice 
right now." 

"You've really got him worked up," Darrell chuckled. "What a cock sucker you 
are. Go ahead, honey, and finish him off. Suck every drop of juice out of 
his hot dick. Go after it, baby. Get all of that juice." 

Several driving tongue stabs later, the pecker liquid began to spill out of 
the end of the man's flaming tool. 

"There it goes. Oh, I'm juicing, what a wonderful feeling," he sighed. "Go 
after every drop of it, honey. Oh, baby, eat it. Eat every drop. You've got 
to suck it all out of me. I want it so bad, sweetheart. Oh, my balls are 
tickling. They really are, honey. The stuff is just shooting out of there. I 
feel so great. Oh, what a relief. Oh, it's so great. I'm getting such 
tremendous sensations from this." 

His legs kept flipping back and forth as the stream of hot white liquid 
spilled out of the end of his pecker. As the sizzling juices kept spurting, 
I began to feel better about everything. 

Not only was I receiving a hot load of cock juice, which made me happy. I 
was entertaining a whole group of guys. It made me feel good to see them 
just standing there with their eyes popping open and their dicks as hard as 
rocks. They were impressed over the way that I was giving head, and I 
wouldn't be satisfied until I had sucked off every cock in that room. 

That was my goal, and I was determined to meet it. These guys were 
absolutely stupefied. They had never met a girl who was any more eager than 
I was. 

You don't know how much of a thrill I got when I would hear them talking 
about me. As I would be taking one guy on, running my tongue up and down his 
long hard prick, the other men would talk about how incredible I was. 

"That gal's a walking suction cup," one guy laughed. "Just look at her run 
her tongue up and down that fellow's pecker. She's absolutely too much. 
She's gonna suck him until he juices. She loves the stuff. I guess she must 
be on a special high protein diet." 

That was just a sample of the kind of comments I received. I loved the 
tongue movements, and as I kept thrusting my tongue up and down every long 
hard dick I encountered, I became that much more aroused. 

Finally I made my way down to the last cock in the room. With a blistering 
speed and grace, I kept up my sucking, driving my tongue with every bit as 
much zeal as I had with Darrell, the first guy I'd sucked. 

"Oh, I thought I might get short-changed, being the last guy, but I'mnot 
getting shortchanged at all," the guy gasped. "You're really running your 
tongue, honey. Oh, I wish my girl friend was here. She ought to get lessons 
from you on how to suck cock. She's just not in your league, baby. Oh, keep 
your tongue moving. Keep it sliding gracefully, baby. Oh, what a tongue you 
have. Keep sucking me. Keep driving your tongue quickly over my dick. Ah, 
keep it going, lover. Drive it, baby. Oh, honey, sweetheart, keep it 
moving." 

A few sturdy strokes later, the juices began to shoot from his dick I was 
there to gobble them up. As they shot voluminously out of his hot tool, I 
reached out and clutched at his balls. I held his testicles ever so tightly, 
happy over the manner in which he was juicing. 

"Oh, what a nice load I'm giving you," he exclaimed. "I can see that a good 
cock suck brings out the best in a guy. I wouldn't have juiced like this if 
it hadn't been for you, baby. You're going after every drop. Oh, go after 
the stuff, honey. Come on, keep sliding your tongue. Yes, this is so good. 
Oh, I'm loving every hot suck. 

Keep your tongue sliding, lover. Oh, go after every drop of it." 

The spurting juices continued to spill from the end of his long erect 
pecker. I went after every delightful morsel, gobbling it up, loving the 
taste of the gushing cream. 

You know, when I finished up on that last guy's cock, the guys all gave me a 
standing ovation. I never saw anything like it. They just cheered, whistled, 
screamed and clapped. 

"You'd better cool it," Darrell finally called out fearfully. "If we don't 
stop it, somebody will call the cops. It's getting pretty late. They don't 
like that much noise around here." 

"Tell them to shove it if they don't like it," one guy laughed. 

"Or at least move," somebody else said. 

A few minutes later the guys all started filing out of the place. I 
stretched out on the bed and decided to rest. My tongue was still in 
surprisingly good shape. I could have sucked five more cocks if I'd had to. 

When the last guy had left, Darrell lit a cigarette and sat down next to me. 
He patted me on the ass cheek tenderly. 

"You were fantastic," he said. "You know something, I want you to stay here 
with me." 

"That's awfully nice of you," I said. "Just as long as I don't put you out." 

"Are you kidding?" he laughed. "I really dig you, honey. There's no way you 
could put me out. You could turn me on, but you'll never put me out. As a 
matter-of-fact, I'm thinking of something that we can do for fun tomorrow. 
I've got a little surprise for you, baby. Just wait." 

"I just wonder what it is." 

"If I told you it wouldn't be a surprise, would it?" 

"I guess not," I shrugged. 

The next day Darrell invited a more exclusive group. This time there were 
only three guys. Also, they were new. They were guys he hadn't invited the 
day before. 

After I had given all three of them head, Darrell came on the scene with a 
hard cock. He had been standing there massaging his cock while I had been 
sucking the dicks of the red-hot men. 

As the guys reclined on the floor, watching the action, Darrell slipped his 
tongue inside my ass-hole. 

"Damned, but I love to be rimmed," I said. "Keep twisting it, baby. Oh, what 
a nice tongue you've got. You appreciate my ass-hole and that's great. I 
really love the way you're moving your tongue, darling. Oh, yes, you're 
doing it so well. Those movements are so beautiful. You're really sending 
your tongue into me. Oh, suck my hot butt, sweetheart. I like your ass-hole 
stabs. Keep on driving your tongue into my ass-hole, baby. Go ahead, 
sweetheart. Oh, yeah, open up, darling. Drive your tongue, honey. Ah, drive 
it, make waves with that tongue of yours, sweetheart. Oh, put it to work, 
sweetheart. Oh, honey, darling, you're really getting me there. I like your 
driving tongue. I really love the way you're working it. You're sliding your 
tongue so beautifully inside my ass-hole." 

He kept up his steady, vigorous pursuit of my hot anus for the next few 
moments. When he finally released it, he was eager to get his cock to work. 

"Now that I've sucked your ass-hole, I want to fuck it," he said. "I got so 
horny watching the way your hot butt was wiggling when you were sucking my 
friends." 

"Give her a good fuck," one guy called out eagerly. 

He reached out and grabbed a pillow, which he placed in the middle of the 
bed. 

"Lie on your stomach, sweetheart," he patted my ass cheeks nonchalantly. 

"I don't know if I want that kind of action or not," I said, grimacing. 

"You're big enough to take something like this," Darrell assured me. "It'll 
sting a little, but you'll take it. You'll bear up under it." 

"Hold on, honey. I don't know if I will dig it or not. I have had it a 
couple of times, and both guys just about killed me in the process." 

"I'm not gonna kill you," he assured me. "I'm just gonna give you some 
sensations. I'm gonna give you some wild, wonderful sensations, honey. You 
just wait and see." 

"All right, I'll stretch out on my stomach. But try and be careful with my 
ass-hole. The ass-hole you break may be mine." 

My little joke caused the three guys who were watching us to burst into 
laughter. 

"He'll do a good job on you, baby," one of the guys said. "Just relax, 
honey. Just lie back and get ready. He's gonna give you some hot, solid 
jolts with his cock." 

I stretched out on my stomach, then parted my legs ever so slightly. I 
wanted to give him plenty of room to shove his cock inside my ass-hole. 

He reached out with his right index finger, probing inside my hot ass. Back 
and forth he moved his finger with steady zeal. He kept on driving it, 
plunging his finger pulsatingly high into my anus. 

"That's great," Darrell sighed. "I just love the shape of your hot butt, 
honey. Oh, and I like your ass-hole. It's so flexible, sweetheart. It'll be 
great to fuck. It'll just be fantastic to screw, darling. Oh, yeah, this is 
gonna be something. You're gonna really get a fuck when I start plunging my 
dick into the ass-hole, baby." 

I must say that I was impressed with the finger fucking. The longer that my 
lover's finger kept plunging inside my ass-hole, the better that I felt. 
Back and forth he kept up his invigorating stabs, and as he moved his 
finger, he got me that much more excited. 

About the time that my ass cheeks were wiggling back and forth like a 
piston, he withdrew his finger. He got set to send his cock into my 
ass-hole. 

"Grind your dick inside me," I said. "Maybe I was wrong, baby. These other 
guys just probably didn't have the hang of it. I think that you might. 
You've been so beautiful on everything else so far, baby." 

"Just hang on there, honey, because I'm gonna give your ass-hole quite a 
workout," he laughed. "Just wait until you experience my cock stabs. Oh, am 
I ever gonna sink my hot pecker into your ass-hole. You're gonna love it. 
Oh, am I ever gonna drive my cock. I'm gonna really slide it inside you." 

He heaved a loud sigh, then shoved his cock forward. He plunged it into my 
ass-hole. With stirring determination, Darrell drove his hard dick forward. 
He kept on plunging it. The first few stabs did hurt, but I liked the grace 
with which he wielded his dick. He knew just how to exercise it, flipping it 
back and forth, pushing himself quickly toward the brink of climax. 

"Oh, I love this action," he sighed. "Baby, oh, what a nice ass you've got. 
Oh, just keep on flexing it, baby. That's what I like. These are the 
movements that drive me wild. Flex your hot butt. Oh, keep it twisting and 
turning, sweetheart. I'm just about ready to juice. Ah, honey, baby, I'm 
just about ready to give you the big surprise." 

"Isn't this it?" 

"No, it isn't," he said. "But you're giving me such a great fuck that I'm 
gonna have it for you pretty soon. Oh, yeah, baby. This is superb. Ah, 
honey, I really dig this action. Oh, it's so very good to be doing this." 

The longer that he kept fucking my ass-hole, the more sharply he continued 
to glide his cock as it pursued my anus. He kept plunging and pushing it 
deep inside my ass-hole, grinding it steadily, moving ever closer to the 
point of climax. 

A few solid strokes later, the hot white juice was ready to thunder from the 
end of his cock. 

To make things all the more dramatic, my lover reached out and clutched at 
my buttocks. He really clasped onto my ass cheeks tightly, and as he kept 
fucking me, his fingers clutched that much more zealously. He was really 
holding on, moving all the closer to a dramatic orgasm. 

"Oh, keep grinding your dick," I called out. "I never thought I could like 
anything as much. This is so good, baby. Oh, I love this kind of fucking. 
It's so beautiful." 

All I had to do was just keep wiggling my butt. I did that. As I kept 
working it back and forth, Darrell moved that much closer to the point of 
orgasm. 

"This is it," he sighed, clasping his fingers around my ass cheeks even more 
tightly than before. "I'm gonna really juice, baby. Oh, you just get set for 
it, sweetheart. Yes, here it goes, oh, this is so nice. The hot white stuff 
is shooting. Oh, I'm juicing, this is so wonderful, baby. I just love it, 
oh, sweetheart, this is so good. Ah, it's nice, real nice, sweetheart. Oh, 
yeah." 

As I felt the spurting white juices shooting into my ass-hole, great waves 
of satisfaction shot through me. It was nice to be fucked in such a 
convincing manner. Maybe I had been a little fearful in the beginning about 
getting my ass-hole stabbed, but once that I received a sample of my lover 
Darrell's starkling cock movements, I recognized that I could quite 
comfortably adjust to his level of screwing. 

Darrell released his dick from my ass-hole. He looked at me and smiled, then 
got up from the bed. 

"I'd have to say that this is one of the most satisfying orgasms I've ever 
had," he told me. 

"The same goes for me," I replied. 

"Now I'll get the big surprise," he chuckled. "Come with me, Ralph." 

At this point Darrell stalked out of the room with Ralph, one of the three 
guests. They were both grinning, as were the other two guys. 

"You're really gonna have fun," Ralph told me. 

I didn't know what to expect, so I decided to play it cool. I could see that 
with Darrell the sky was the limit when it came to finding ways of getting 
sexual kicks. 

I just sat there waiting, my curiosity absolutely killing me. I just 
couldn't imagine what my friend and lover were going to come up with. 

A few moments later they walked back into the room. Ralph was holding a box. 

Darrell opened the box and I got the shock of my life. I'll never forget how 
hard my heart relentlessly pounded as I observed a rattlesnake jump out of 
the box that had just been brought into the room. 

The guys all burst into laughter, but I certainly wasn't about to join them. 
I was too plain stunned. As a matter-of-fact, I could have picked up 
something and hit Darrell with it at that moment. I was furious. But more 
than that, I was scared, damned scared. I figured that these guys had lost 
their marbles, and that my life was hanging from a slender little thread. 
After all, there was a snake rolling around there on the floor in front of 
me. 

"You guys are insane," I shrieked. "Maybe you don't care about being bitten 
by a snake, but I sure do." 

"He's a rattlesnake who had lost his rattle," Darrell laughed. 

"What he means, honey, is that the snake has been defanged," Ralph said. 
"That means that there's no way he can hurt you. But he can supply you with 
a lot of fun." 

"What do you mean by that?" I asked curiously. 

"He can suck your pussy," Ralph explained. 

"Not on your life," I shot back angrily. 

"Come on, sweetheart, and be a good sport," Darrell said softly. "Stefanie, 
honey, he'd like you. I've seen him suck other girls. His name is Barney, 
and he's very good at licking pussy. Just spread your legs, honey, and I'll 
bring Barney over there to you. You'll love him." 

"You've got to be crazy," I insisted. "This is awful. Just think of it, 
being sucked by a snake. I don't even kniw if I ought to believe you about 
him being defanged." 

"The venom has been taken out of him," Ralph insisted. "Believe us, 
Stefanie. Have we acted scared about anything?" 

"No, but maybe you're just plain crazy," I said. 

"We might be crazy in some ways," Darrell said, "but not to the point where 
we would let this snake to run around when he'd be able to kill us. We don't 
want to die young, Stefanie. So just relax. You'll love it after the snake 
has gotten acquainted with you, baby." 

The whole thing left me with a chilling feeling. I hated the idea of getting 
sucked by a snake, but there I was, completely outnumbered by these four 
guys and the snake. 

Darrell picked up the snake and walked toward me. He had a big grin on his 
face. I absolutely could have killed him at that point. It really bothered 
me. The guys kept staring at me, all of them sitting there and smiling. They 
were eager to watch an exhibition. 

As happy as I generally am to provide men with entertainment, I thought that 
this was going a little too far. As I lay there, I watched as Darrell put 
the snake down on the bed. He immediately reacted to me. He move curiously 
between my legs. 

"He's getting the idea," Darrell chuckled. "Just lie back there and relax, 
honey. This snake is gonna really dig your pussy. I know he is. Just give 
him half a chance. Let yourself go." 

I felt like letting out another scream, but I didn't feel like I could. All 
the guys were looking at me. It would have been too embarrassing. By that 
point in time I was convinced that the snake couldn't hurt me. I now had 
another fear. That of having physical contact with the snake. The whole 
thing was still shocking, even though I was convinced that I wasn't in any 
danger of losing my life, or for that matter, even getting hurt in any way. 

My whole body trembled with disgust as the snake made its initial impact 
with my pussy. It flipped its tongue back and forth several times against my 
mound. At first I hated it, knowing that I was being sucked by a snake. But 
pretty soon I began to enjoy it. I lay back and relaxed as the snake kept on 
delivering stabs with his tongue, moving against my mound. 

It really had the knack when it came to sucking my snatch. I couldn't get 
over it. I would close my eyes, then receive the sharp, jolting stabs from 
the snake, who pushed me that much closer to climax. 

"This feels good," I said. "I'm really surprised. Oh, this snake really 
knows how to suck cunt. Keep it up, Barney baby. I like the way you're 
working your tongue. Oh, honey, sweetheart, this is so good." 

"I just knew that you'd like it," Ralph nodded smilingly. 

"Go get her, Barney, suck her mound," another guy yelled out. "Damned, but 
this is exciting. "I've got to jerk off this is so good." 

"Just look at baby Stefanie's twisting butt," Darrell exclaimed, "this is 
fun watching this kind of action. Just look at the way she's flipping her 
ass around. Boy, she really is enjoying this. I can see that she's a pretty 
excited girl. Keep it going, old boy, come on, Barney, suck her mound." 

He kept up his hot, thrusting tongue efforts until he had me ready to juice. 
About that time my buttocks were flipping restlessly on the bed as I moved 
ever closer to the point of climax. Back and forth I kept on flipping my ass 
cheeks, moving that much closer to the point of climax. 

"Oh, bring me off, baby, bring me off," I exclaimed. "Yes, honey, you're 
really doing it. Oh, I didn't think I could get this excited. Not by a 
snake. Oh, you're really doing my pussy, Barney. I've got to juice, honey. 
Just wait, baby. The hot pussy juices are gonna shoot. Oh, I'm just about 
there, sweetheart. This is so much fun. Oh, it's so good. Ah, I'm juicing, 
sweetheart. Oh, I'm really juicing. It's such great fun. What wonderful 
sensations." 

At that point I heaved a loud, prolonged sigh. That was all I could do. The 
hot juices kept spraying out of my mound, and my whole body was bouncing up 
and down on the bed as the pussy juices spurted from my snatch. 

"Bravo, a great job," the men laughed. Then they burst into loud applause. 

The men roared with laughter and satisfaction, having perfectly enjoyed what 
had taken place. It made all of them feel extra good to know how much fun 
had been had. 

I could still hardly believe what I had done. 

I stretched out on the bed, just thinking things over, as Ralph and the rest 
of the crew got everything together and left. 

It made me feel good to know that I had made the guys happy. I think that 
they thought a good deal of me for one reason. They knew that even though I 
was afraid, I didn't bow out. I stayed right in there and we had all had a 
good deal of fun as a result. 

The next afternoon, Darrell provided me with yet another surprise. He 
invited a different group of guys over, and the first thing he did was have 
one guy open up a box. 

This time a Whole contingent of black widow spiders jumped out of the box. 

"I don't believe this," I said. "What are you doing, Darrell? This time you 
have outdone yourself. I can get awfully hurt." 

"Oh, no. This isn't gonna bother you, baby, it's gonna make you happy," 
Darrell said. "They have also had the poison taken out of them. But they do 
love to crawl around against a girl's pussy. They'll absolutely surround 
you. Some of them will dance around on your thighs, and the rest of them 
will go after your pussy juice. You'll love it, sweetheart." 

I must say that the black widow spiders were attracted to my body in the 
same way that a bee is attracted to honey. They moved quickly toward me. The 
first thing that happened was, just like Darrell said, some of them went to 
work on my thighs and the rest of them went to work on my pussy. 

"Oh, does it ever tickle, oh, the way they're working on my mound," I said. 

I knew that I was getting excited for two reasons. It was more than just the 
fact that I was getting my pussy worked on. In addition, they were taking 
care of my thighs, and that helped a good deal as well. After all, my legs 
and thighs are a very erogenous zone for me. 

As the spiders kept on crawling around my legs, it got me that much more 
agitated as the rest of the spiders worked around my pussy. 

I knew that it wouldn't take long for me to climax. I was so hot and 
bothered that there was just no other way to go. My body was flipping up and 
down on the bed. I found myself moving ever closer to the dramatic moment of 
climax. 

"Oh, I'm real close," I said. "Oh, honey, I'm about ready to juice. Yes, 
baby, I really like it. Oh, I'm gonna shoot my juices. Oh, you guys are too 
much for me." 

A few moments later the juices shot from my mound. I was damned happy. Not 
only had I enjoyed the sucking. I had given the guys a good many thrills us 
they watched me. 

After the spiders had been collected and put back into the box, Darrell 
showed up with his cock harder than ever. He pumped up and down on it, 
sliding into bed with me. 

"I want to go first," one of the other guys said. 

"I'm just taking advantage of the privilege of being the host," Darrell 
laughed. 

He rolled into bed with me, throwing his arms around my body, then kissing 
my lips several times. He worked his tongue inside my mouth. Together, we 
made all kinds of wild, devastating music as he tongue kissed me. 

He finished the French kiss, removing his tongue. He looked down at his 
hard, sturdy pecker, which needed some immediate attention. 

"Move your fingers around my dick" he said. "Come on, honey. Oh, finger my 
long dick. I need that kind of attention. Really turn me on with the finger 
action, baby." 

I was more than happy to satisfy Darrell. I reached out with my right hand 
and began to pump up and down the full length of his hard rod. While I was 
fingering his dick, I reached out with my other hand and toyed with his 
balls. I got him agitated in a big way, working my fingers over his dick and 
testicles at the same time. 

"All right, you can let go now," Darrell said. 

I no sooner let go than Darrell was ready to run amuck. He slipped his cock 
forward, allowing it to plunge inside my mouth. He wiggled his hips back and 
forth, throat fucking me masterfully, pushing his cock deep inside my mouth. 

"Oh, am I ever gonna unload the juice," he sighed. "I'm really gonna do it, 
baby. Yes, honey. What a screw. Oh, I'm gonna unleash the hot juices in your 
mouth. This is beautiful, baby." 

He kept up his sturdy pecker movements, plunging his cock deep inside my 
mouth, engorging me with his huge tool. I knew that in just a matter of a 
few strokes the hot white liquid would spill out of the end of his pulsating 
cock. 

He reached out and clutched at my ass cheeks. He held onto them ever so 
tightly. Then the big moment arrived. The hot white pecker juices began to 
spill out of the end of his enormous rod, spilling into my waiting mouth. 
The guys roared with excitement and approval as he unloaded every droplet of 
his hot pecker juice inside my mouth. It was a beautiful experience that I 
could never forget. 

That was one of the greatest experiences of my life, going to visit Darrell. 
When I got back to Chicago, the first thing I did was look into the 
possibility of getting some spiders and some snakes. I wanted to have 
something that would really turn these guys on when they came to fuck with 
me. And, as I've said before, I like doing it in groups. 

So I accomplished just that, and thanks to Darrell, I now know of a way to 
really turn guys on. The first time that they see something like that, 
they're normally so shocked they hardly know what to do. As for me, I crack 
up laughing. I like to turn guys on in bizarre ways. 

* * * 

SUMMARY 

Stefanie's case was enormously fascinating. I had enough encounters with 
many women who enjoy promiscuous sex, but few who, like Stefanie, were as 
concerned about shocking numbers of men. 

"Do you see much of your father, Stefanie?" I asked, hoping to follow up in 
an area wherein I thought I might obtain some meaningful clues. 

"I think that I mentioned that he's busy with his work so much of the time." 

"I wondered if that situation had changed any lately." 

"Things have gotten worse," she said. "He's gone just about all the time. I 
do see him around every now and then though. As I said, he's got some cute 
chick with him all the time. But I'll tell you. I'll bet those chicks aren't 
doing what I'm doing." 

"Have you ever tried to shock your father?" 

"I guess I have," she chuckled. "I've told him a few times what I do for 
kicks. He doesn't want to believe it. I've tried to talk him into going to a 
session. I'd like to see the look on his face when a snake sucks my pussy." 

"You mean you actually told him all about that?" 

"Why not?" she laughed. "Of course I'd tell him. The whole thing delights 
me. I think this. He gets around a lot, and I can get around more. I've 
teased him by telling him that none of the chicks he goes with would ever 
take on ten guys at one time." 

"How did he react to that?" 

"He said he didn't want to believe it. But I kept telling him it was the 
truth." 

"Did he finally believe you?" I asked. 

"I guess he did. All of the sudden he became very glum. Really sullen. He 
didn't want to say much of anything. As a matter-of-fact, he just kind of 
crept out of the house." 

"I'd say on that basis then that he did believe you," I speculated. 

"I guess so. I wanted to teach him a lesson. These chicks that he has aren't 
as groovy as he thinks. What I mean is that I'll go further than any of them 
if I have to." 

"Precisely why is it that you want to go that far, Stefanie? Is it that 
you're trying to impress your father?" 

"I just get a kick out of performing in front of a bunch of guys," she 
laughed. 

"Do you ever desire just being with one man? I mean, do you ever reach the 
point where you would like privacy?" 

"That's the funny thing," Stefanie said. "I suppose that it would only be 
normal if I felt that way, but I don't. No, I really don't. I actually get 
this feeling where I want to be with a whole bunch of guys. And every now 
and then I'll think about my father. I'll think that I can outdo what any of 
those women that he knows can do. Maybe this seems very strange to you, but 
this is the way I am." 

"Did you ever reach the point where you desired having just one man in what 
could be termed a normal type relationship?" I asked. 

Stefanie paused for a long time before replying to my question. 

"You know, I have had feelings like that," she nodded slowly. "Every now and 
then I have, but I dismiss them. I tell myself that it's more important to 
please a whole flock of people. On top of that, I guess I'm just like a 
performer. You know how it is when they know the crowd is happy. I'm the 
same way. When I recognize that everybody's happy, it gives me a fantastic 
feeling." 

"I think that I understand your problem very well, Stefanie, at least to the 
point where I could provide you with a little sound advice, if you want me 
to," I said. "I don't want to impose my will on you in any kind of a 
domineering way. I would just like to get a few points across to you." 

"Sure. I think you're trying to help me," Stefanie said. 

"First of all, you resent the fact that your father hadn't been closer," I 
said. "You need psychical reassurance. You need very badly to have people 
react favorably to you in order to compensate for the lack of attention 
you're getting from your father. I see that as your major problem, my dear." 

"But why would I push it to the extent of having sex with all these guys and 
doing all kinds of wild things?" 

"That's very important to you. You see, you've really supplied the answer 
yourself with some of your responses. You've been talking about how many 
times you've told your father that you could outdo the girls that he goes 
with. You're jealous of those young girls. You regard them as competitors. I 
can see it all so clearly now. This is what you're doing. And the 
exhibitionism provides you with a certain measure of satisfaction. You feel 
like you have accomplished something great when you involve yourself with 
all of these men." 

"You're coming on awfully fast and saying a good deal," Stefanie said, "so 
it's hard for all of this to sink in. Not only that, but you're talking 
about my life, and that can be a very confusing proposition. But I think 
that a lot of what you're saying probably is true." 

"A familiar bell should be ringing," I nodded. "I know that I'm accurate in 
a number of respects." 

"Yes, you might very well be," she nodded. "I'll just say one thing. You're 
the first person who has really put things in any kind of perspective. You 
could be right. Just maybe I do feel this terrible resentment against my 
father and I'm hurt over the fact he hasn't spent more time with me." 

"I know that that's a lot of it." 

"So that brings me to one more question. What should I do?" 

"I'd have a long talk with your father," I told Stefanie. "It's imperative 
for you to make him realize that you really love him. I know that you do, 
since otherwise you wouldn't be that concerned about his responses to you. 
See if you can't get him to spend a little more time with you and a little 
less with the young girls he takes out." 

"I'll have the talk with him," she nodded. "At least I guess I will. But 
I've got to think over what you've said in greater detail." 

"I realize that I have said a lot," I explained. "Just give it some long 
sober reflection." 

Stefanie left my office a few moments later. I wished her luck. I haven't 
heard from her since then, and I anticipate that I never will. I only hope 
that she was able to get through to her father and that, if so, her effort 
was successful. 

The subject of Case Three, Victoria R., was an older and far more 
experienced woman than Stefanie in certain aspects of life. 

Whereas Stefanie had a good deal of the confusion of a young girl in her, 
Victoria, on the other hand, was an embittered woman of experience who bore 
numerous scars of life bitterly. 

CASE THREE 

Victoria R. was, at thirty-three, a woman who had led a very fast life. 

A stunning brunette, Victoria was inclined to look at life in a blase way. 
She had done a good deal of things and as a result of her experiences she 
had formed a cynical attitude concerning life in general. 

Victoria's story follows: 

I've been married and divorced three times. As far as I'm concerned, none of 
my husbands were any damned good. Oh, I could tell you which one I 
considered the worst, and so on, and the one that I would put at the top by 
saying he was a little less irritating than the others, but I wouldn't call 
him good either. 

I guess in a way it's a kind of crime when you're as good looking as I am. 
Hell, my breasts are thirty-eight, my hips are thirty-six, I've got a 
fantastic ass on me, and I've had guys chasing me for years. You say that 
that isn't bad? Or maybe that's what you're thinking. I guess in a lot of 
respects a person can be right by thinking that. It gives a girl a lot of 
opportunities. But what the hell. Sometimes opportunities can ruin you. They 
certainly did with me. 

The big problem with me each time when I got married was that I was inclined 
to go for these fast-talking dudes. They were good-looking guys who were 
always getting the point across to me what they could do in life. I 
unfortunately believed a lot of this nonsense that they were handing me, 
much to my dismay. The more of it I would hear, the more I'd believe it. 
When I think back now on what I did when I was a younger gal, it absolutely 
shocks me. I guess I was pretty damned naive. That's the only way I can 
justify all that happened to me. 

At any rate, when I got divorced from the third guy that I had been married 
to, I said that that was the end. I was gonna get myself a job in as quiet a 
little office as possible, then shut myself off to whatever extent I could 
from men. If I did get involved with a man, I told myself, this time it 
would have to be someone advantageous to me. Hell, when you're thirty-three 
and you've been through the meat grinder three times, you naturally develop 
a different outlook about things. 

So I was working in an office in Manhattan, and I would go to this little 
bar after work. It was a quiet little place, and usually when it did have a 
lot of people in it, they were shy salesmen types and office types, guys who 
were married or, if they weren't, were kind of on the shy side and weren't 
the type who would come on strong as guys that I had known in the past and 
who had given me a pain in the ass. 

At any rate, I struck up an acquaintance with the bald-headed Irish 
bartender. He was married and a grandfather three times, but he still got a 
kick out of flirting with me. Since I knew that he was just having a good 
time, it didn't bother me. As a matter-of-fact, I liked his sparkling wit 
and his charm. I knew he wasn't trying to put the make on me, and that made 
all the difference in the world. If I had even suspected that he was trying 
that, I would have vanished so fast it would have made his head swim. 

At any rate, one night when I arrived at the bar, he had something to tell 
me. For one of the first times since I had known him, he was actually 
talking in a serious, sober way. 

"There's this man who comes in here, his name's Vince and he had the 
strangest request last night," the bartender said. 

"What was that?" 

"He's been admiring you from a distance. He wants to get acquainted with 
you." 

"Ah, screw it," I shook my head disgustedly. "I'd just as soon take a 
breather from men for a while. Maybe for good." 

"You know that a beautiful girl like you isn't gonna feel like that 
forever," he chided me laughingly. 

"I sure feel like that now. Maybe if the guy could behave himself, and had 
plenty of money, I could buy it. I don't know." 

"As a matter-of-fact, this fellow has lots of money," the bartender said. 

"How do you know?" 

"Oh, he's an insurance executive. He hasn't told me these things. I hear 
them from others. You see, he's married, but apparently his wife isn't 
giving him as much in the way of excitement as he'd like. He's really a very 
decent sort of fellow. At least you ought to take advantage of his offer. He 
wants to take you out to dinner." 

"I never thought that you'd be reduced to the role of playing cupid," I 
shook my head. "I'm really not interested." 

"Why don't you just go out and have dinner with him? The poor fellow. He was 
practically crying in his martinis the other night." 

"What the hell for?" 

"He-likes you. He says you're a very beautiful woman and he'd at least like 
to have the opportunity to take you to dinner and talk to you." 

"I've heard that ridiculous line before," I shook my head. "I don't trust 
guys that talk that way." 

"I'm sure you have heard a lot of phonies giving that same line. But this 
man is genuine. I have talked to so many people who know him. They say he's 
really a very nice man. I would have to say he's been one of the most decent 
people I've ever waited on in this bar." 

"What's all of this to you?" I asked. 

"I'll tell you something. He's lonely and so are you. I can tell you are. 
You might try and hide it, but I'm sure you'd like to have dinner with a 
nice man. If you two can get a little happiness and joy, then isn't that 
what life's all about?" 

I had to laugh. I finally figured I didn't have anything to lose, except a 
little time, so I told the bartender he could tell this man Vince that I 
would be in the next night. 

I must say that the guy was charming. He had on an expensive brown suit, one 
of those import jobs, and he was very elegant. He must have been in his late 
forties, and he talked very politely. We had a couple of cocktails, then 
left for a fashionable restaurant a few miles away. We took a cab over 
there. 

He asked me about my work, and I told him it was pretty routine. He then 
told me about his line of work, and how rewarding he thought it to be. He 
didn't make any kind of a move that first night, and that kind of impressed 
me. Most of the men that I had known, especially the three guys I'd married, 
were panting like very young boys from the very beginning. 

It wasn't until we'd had dinner for about the third time in a little better 
than a week that he decided to make a move. As we were leaving the 
restaurant, he suggested that we get together in a hotel. 

So Vince and I went to a hotel, and I was finally getting worked up about 
the idea of having sex again with a man. Maybe I could put all those bad 
experiences behind me and have myself a blast. I liked his charming manner 
and, in addition, I knew how much money he was worth. I also knew that he 
was married, but who knows, there was always the chance that he would 
divorce his wife. If that would ever happen, it would mean that I'd be in 
line to live on a very high scale. 

We arrived at the hotel and immediately went to the room. He checked into an 
impressive suite, even though we were Only going to stay there for just a 
short period of time. 

The first thing that Vince insisted upon doing was prying off my clothes. He 
wanted to be in the driver's seat all the way, to have the opportunity to 
undress me. 

As he was removing my dress, Vince would lean forward and deliver stabbing, 
pecking kisses to my forehead, then my lips. 

"I'm so hungry for you I can't stand it," he gasped excitedly. 

While he was gasping, my heart was pounding at a thunderous pace. I was 
really feeling great. I thought that my life was dramatically turning. 
Things were looking better all the time. 

Once that Vince succeeded in removing my dress, he went to work on my 
panties and bra. It took just one stabbing movement before he had off my 
bra. He undid the straps and tossed it to the floor, then pulled off my 
panties swiftly. 

"Ah, you look so great," he gasped. "What a body you've got." 

I must say that I have received a lot of compliments regarding my form, and 
it makes me feel good when I see a guy just drooling all over the place. 
That's precisely what he was doing then and there. I knew what the bartender 
had said, but I recognized just how inconclusive things are in life. Perhaps 
if Vince decided that he liked me better than his wife, he'd give her the 
ax. That's what I kept thinking as he began to remove his clothing. 

"I'll be with you in just a second," he said. "We've got to do things right. 
We've got to get completely naked. What's the only way to have sex around 
here. You've got to do everything right." 

"I agree." 

"Ah, you're an absolutely beautiful chick." 

He took off his clothes, then removed his T-shirt and shorts. As he dropped 
his shorts ever lower, I got a better look at his hard, throbbing prick. He 
was ready to launch into action, to stab it inside me. The longer I looked 
at his hard rod, the more invigorated I became. I recognized just how much 
fun it would be to engage in some spirited sex with him. 

Once that he finished the act of undressing, Vince threw himself into bed 
with me. This time he wanted to use his tongue inside my mouth. He plunged 
it forward, sliding it inside my mouth, then splashing his tongue against 
mine. Back and forth he kept on thrusting his tongue against mine, wrapping 
it ever so securely around my slippery tongue. 

While he was tongue kissing me, Vince reached out with both hands and 
allowed his fingers to move ever so soothingly through my hair. He-loved 
what was happening, and the longer that he let his tongue splash against 
mine, the happier that he felt about everything that was happening. 

He removed his tongue from my mouth, then dropped it down toward my breast. 
He really went to work on my left tit, driving his tongue rapidly against 
it. He kept up the tongue movements against my left breast for several 
moments, then switched his activity quickly over to my right tit, repeating 
the same kind of swift, excited strokes. 

Once that he removed his tongue from my tits, he let his tongue drop 
downward toward my ass. He began to slip his tongue into my ass-hole. If 
there's one thing that is guaranteed to drive me out of my gourd, it's a 
good rim job, and that's precisely what he was doing to me at that point. He 
was splashing his tongue back and forth ever so eagerly, driving it with 
superb beauty and grace as he moved me that much closer to the brink of 
orgasm. 

While his tongue kept moving ever so dramatically, my body began to give way 
under the steady onslaught of his tongue. I flipped my hips around, enjoying 
the swift, fervent tongue movements that he was bringing to bear inside my 
ass-hole. 

"That's so nice," I sighed, "oh, what an ass licker you are, honey. I like 
the way you move your tongue. Oh, you're driving it so fast. Darling, oh, 
honey, what tongue movements you're giving me. What a hot ass licker you 
are. Oh, yeah, sweetheart. I really dig that kind of action. Yes, baby. Oh, 
that's so nice, sweetheart. Oh, honey, lover, this is so superb. I just love 
the way that you're working your tongue." 

He kept up the ass-hole licking for a few more moments, then briskly removed 
his tongue. He decided that it was time to put his tongue to work inside my 
mound. 

He reached out and maneuvered his fingers several times around my pussy. He 
kept up his stabbing movements for just a short spell, then decided that it 
was time-to flip his tongue into high gear inside my pussy. 

With darting beauty and grace, he slipped his tongue deep into my gash. He 
really went to work, splashing his tongue, making certain that he covered 
every bit of my pussy. 

"You really do know how to go after my slit," I sighed, convinced that Vince 
was one of the most passionate lovers I had ever encountered. "Just keep 
your beautiful tongue moving, darling. Oh, I really like what you're doing 
for me. Keep your tongue sliding, baby. Oh, what tongue movements. Keep 
sucking me, darling. I love what you're doing." 

While Vince's tongue continued to move spiritedly against my pussy, he 
reached out with both hands and clutched at my thighs. He held onto them 
ever so securely, and while his fingers remained pressed firmly against my 
flesh, he kept up his steady tongue pace. He was driving his tongue more 
rapidly now than ever, setting a blistering pace as he moved me that much 
closer to the point of ultimate orgasmic delight. 

"Keep sucking my mound," I called out impatiently. "I really need those 
movements, honey. Oh, you've just got to bring me off. I've got to juice, 
baby, and you're just the man to bring it out of me. Oh, suck me, lover, 
keep up the movements. Oh, drive your tongue. Oh, really put it to work. Let 
it spin over my mound, baby. Yes, ah, that's very nice." 

A few sweeping strokes later, the juices began to shoot from my pussy. It 
felt great to be unloading, to be shooting my juices into the mouth of a man 
I really dug sexually. 

While I was unleashing my pussy juice, he reached out and clutched at my ass 
cheeks. He held onto them ever so tightly, happy that we were sharing such a 
beautiful moment of ecstasy. 

When I released the last few droplets from my mound, he was all set to go 
further. This time my lover was eager to get off his cock juices. 

"Reach out and clutch at my prick," he said. "Play with it, baby. I just 
sucked you, and now I want you to turn things around. I want you to suck me. 
I know you'll give me a good cock suck. With my wife it's so terrible. She 
doesn't want to do that, she doesn't want to do much of anything. That's 
fine. If she wants it that way, then I won't argue. But I do sure as hell 
want to have some beautiful sex. You're just the girl who can give it to me, 
lover." 

I wanted to please him, so I worked my fingers up and down the full length 
of his rod. I loved plunging them against his organ, and the quicker and 
more effectively that I moved my fingers, the greater the degree of 
enjoyment I experienced. 

"You're really working your fingers beautifully, honey," he told me. "You 
can switch to the cock sucking now, baby. Come on, honey, and just get your 
tongue plunging against the tip of my cock. I like to be tickled there. Give 
me a few sweeping strokes of that kind." 

I slipped my tongue over the very tip of his prick, working it slowly in 
just the manner that he requested. I kept working it fervently, stepping up 
the pace, utilizing my tongue more swiftly than before. 

"Oh, keep your tongue sliding," he said. "But I want you to start working it 
up and down the full length of my rod. Play with my balls, honey, and suck 
my dick. Just see that my entire rod gets the action. Come on, lover, work 
your tongue. Give me a beautiful suck with that hot tongue of yours." 

I bobbed my head up and down as I worked my tongue with frenzied 
determination against his cock. I kept on sliding it with great beauty, 
allowing it to plunge with grace up and down the full length of his pecker. 

While I was sucking for all I was worth, I was driving him that much closer 
to a feverish climax. His body was responding affirmatively to every solid 
tongue stab that I put forward against his cock. 

"My dick is smoldering," he informed me. "Oh, I've got all this hot white 
juice stored inside it, baby. I've just got to orgasm, sweetheart. Yes, 
honey, oh, I've really got to juice. Come on, honey, suck me even faster. 
Keep up your tongue movements. Oh, this is what I call a good blow job. 
You're sucking beautifully. Keep it up. Oh, clutch at my balls. Play with 
those hot testicles. My testicles are gonna juice, honey. The hot spurting 
stuff is gonna spill out of them. I'm gonna shoot my rocks off inside your 
mouth." 

As Vince moved that much closer to a dramatic orgasm, he reached out and ran 
his fingers up and down my back. It felt good having his firm warm fingers 
clutching against my flesh, and all the while I was moving that much closer 
to bringing him to a brilliant climax. 

"Oh, keep sucking me," he exclaimed. "I'm about ready to juice, sweetheart. 
Oh, yeah, sweetheart. I'm just about there, baby. I'm very close. I'm gonna 
shoot." 

As his fingers clutched firmly against my back, the spurting white juices 
started to bolt from the end of his cock. He was extra eager to shoot off 
every droplet of the hot pecker juice into my mouth, and as it spilled into 
me, I felt wonderful. I enjoyed the act of swallowing every droplet of his 
hot juice. 

When we finished with the blow job, he had something else that he wanted to 
do. He turned me over on my stomach, then began to slide his cock up and 
down against the crack in my ass-hole. He kept moving his prick firmly, 
enjoying the sturdy strokes that he supplied with his hot dick. 

"Oh, what a cute ass you've got," he laughed. "I really dig that, honey. I 
love plunging my cock against your ass crack. It gives me such a wonderful 
feeling. Ah, it's nice, so very nice." 

He kept up his relentless pace against the crack in my ass until Vince's 
cock became as hard as it had been prior to the time it had or-gasmed in my 
mouth. He was all set to romp, to drive his prick inside me. 

"I want in your ass-hole," he said. "That's the one thing I really need." 

Without even waiting for any confirmation from me, Vince asserted himself, 
sending his hot, thrusting dick forward. He wanted to plunge it inside my 
ass-hole, and I didn't really have time to say much of anything about it. I 
had only been fucked that way once, and I hadn't liked it all that much. 
But, of course, I had been screwed that way by one of my husbands at a time 
when our marriage had just about reached the rock-bottom point. 

But it was completely different with my handsome lover, Vince. He started 
out slowly, penetrating with his cock, sending his prick back and forth as 
he moved himself toward a vigorous climax. With every effective stroke he 
got that much hotter. He kept up his beautiful thrusting movements, pushing 
himself that much closer to the big moment. 

As his penis kept on stabbing effectively inside my hot ass-hole, he reached 
out with both hands and let his fingers clutch against my hot globes of ass 
flesh. He pinched my ass cheeks, causing them to hurt a little as he 
continued his relentless stabbing pace, driving his dick all the way into my 
rectum. 

Yes, I've got to admit that it hurt some, but certainly not to the point 
where I was about to complain. After all, I was getting quite a fuck from my 
lover. He kept up his forceful pace, causing me to feel that much more 
enthusiastic with each and every stab. 

"Ah, I really love grabbing your ass cheeks," he told me. "Baby, ah, what a 
team we're gonna make. I can see it. Oh, do I love fucking you, baby. Yes, 
honey. I love it, sweetheart. Oh, darling, yes, what an ass. My wife won't 
let me do this to her either. There's so little that she'll actually let me 
do. There's so many ways that we could have fun if only she would let me. 
But, of course, she's not as good looking as you anyway so it wouldn't be 
all that much fun. I'd rather have somebody like you to be able to fuck with 
any time that I wanted to." 

He kept up his convincing pace, sending his cock forward, allowing it to 
make sharp, brutal impact with my hot ass-hole. He was driving himself ever 
closer to the point of climax. He wanted to unleash his juices in my 
ass-hole. 

"I'm just about there now," he said. "Oh, yes, honey. Those juices are gonna 
spill. Oh, baby, there it goes. Oh, I'm bolting, sweetheart. Yes, honey, I'm 
really shooting. The hot white juice is shooting. Oh, baby, this feels so 
good, ah, it's so liberating, shooting off my rocks. The hot white stuff. 
Oh, this feels good, sweetheart." 

He pinched my ass cheeks more firmly than ever as the sea of hot white cock 
juice shot from his dick. It made me feel that our relationship had reached 
another high point. After all, how many would be willing to provide him with 
the kind of action that I had just given him? Not many, I would venture to 
say. Oh, a lot of them would have been willing to try, but they would have 
complained about the ass fucking. I had accepted every bit of it and it made 
me feel extra wonderful. 

"This is really the start of something big," he slapped my ass cheeks 
playfully and exclaimed as he removed his dick from my ass-hole. 

I was pleased to hear Vince's compliment. It meant one thing to me-things 
had taken a turn for the better in my life. It was about time. 

We began meeting regularly and fucking in that same hotel room. After we had 
been having sex for several weeks Vince called me one evening that he wanted 
to have a heart-to-heart talk with me. 

We had dinner, and as we were sipping coffee at the end of the meal, Vince 
began to tell me what plans he had in store for me, provided I was willing 
to go along with his suggestions. 

"I can't get a divorce from my wife, that's out," he said. "It would cost me 
just too much in too many ways. You see, in my business, stability means 
everything. I'm with a pretty conservative company and the divorce wouldn't 
help me one bit prestige-wise. I know it might sound funny to you, but 
that's the way it is. These guys can be very strange. But that's just one 
consideration. There's another as well. My wife would just be able to clean 
me out if I got a divorce from her. She has already told me that she has 
information on me from other relationships I've had with other women." 

"How much do you think she knows about us?" I asked. 

"I really don't know. But I'll say one thing. As long as I don't divorce 
her, she's not going to hurt me with any of this information. She's hired 
private detectives to check out my action in the past. That's how I became 
aware of the fact that her information is reliable. She's just calmly told 
me about certain things I've done, about certain women that I've had sex 
with. Well, I just couldn't warm up to many of them. I could stick my cock 
in their pussies, but I didn't have the kind of psychical rapport with them 
that I've got with you. You're a very bright young lady, and I like you very 
much. I would like to make you an offer. I would like to put you up in an 
apartment. As a matter-of-fact, Vickie, a beautiful apartment. I'd get you a 
nice penthouse suite in a place overlooking Central Park. One of those 
beautiful apartments in the sixties. How does that sound to you, 
sweetheart?" 

"That sounds great," I sighed. "I can hardly believe it." 

On top of that, I'll be able to supply you with enough money so that you 
won't even have to work. I want you around the apartment quite a bit of the 
time, so that I can have sex with you not only just in the early evenings, 
like we've been doing it, but also during the day. There are times when I 
can take an hour or two off in the afternoon. I could just give you a call 
and drop over to the apartment, and we could screw. How does all this sound 
to you?" 

At that point in time I figured it was about the best offer I was going to 
get. Maybe it was better not being married to him anyway. I decided I would 
accept his proposition. 

"I'm with you," I smiled. 

"That's very good," he told me smilingly. 

So things moved along at a rapid clip. The next thing I knew I was in a 
beautiful apartment building, with a view of Manhattan from the thirtieth 
floor. Every time I would look out at the park, I felt grateful over the 
fact that I had met Vince. 

One early afternoon he gave me a call, telling me he'd be over in a few 
minutes. He sounded even more enthusiastic than usual, which led me to the 
conclusion that he must have been awfully horny. 

When he arrived at my door, he had a handsome-looking Doberman on a leash. 
He smiled boyishly as he stepped inside the apartment. 

"I've got a surprise for you," he grinned. "This is a nice dog. I picked it 
out personally for you, my dear." 

"But surely I can't keep a dog in this apartment?" 

"They've made a few exceptions around here," he laughed. "You see, the owner 
of this apartment building had a sizable policy taken out with my company. 
He knows me very well. I cleared it with him. Even though they do have a 
regulation, they have been willing to bend it a few times, with a few 
people, and we fall into that very category." 

"But how did you know I wanted a dog?" I asked. 

"Certainly you're not disappointed that I bought one for you." 

"No, I can't say I'm disappointed. I guess that I can use a protector." 

"He'll do more than protect you," Vince laughed. "Come on, let's go into the 
bedroom and I'll explain." 

Vince removed the leash from the dog. He patted him on top of the head, then 
began walking with me toward the bedroom. I thought he was kidding about 
having the dog come info the bedroom with us, but I could see how wrong I 
was. The dog trailed along just as if he belonged. 

"Surely you're not going to have the dog stay in here when we' have sex?" I 
asked, beginning to take off my blouse. 

"Of course I am," he laughed. "That's part of the deal." 

"What deal?" 

"You just wait and see." 

As we both undressed, I observed the dog staring at me. It made me feel kind 
of uncomfortable. 

"I wonder what the dog's name is," I said. 

"Clarence," Vince told me. "He had a very affectionate home. I knew the 
woman who trained him. He's been brought up properly, honey." 

"What do you mean by that?" 

"You ask too many questions. Just wait and see, my dear." 

As I removed my panties and slid my body into bed, I naturally expected my 
lover Vince to jump into the sack immediately. But he didn't do it. Instead, 
he just stood there, grinning crookedly as he stared at the Doberman 
Clarence. 

"Go ahead, old boy," he called out. 

At that point Clarence executed a flying leap inside the bed. He was panting 
like crazy, and suddenly it dawned on my naive mind just what he was there 
for. 

"You don't expect him to ball with me, do you, honey?" I asked. 

"You know, baby, he's the answer to my problem," Vince laughed. 

"What problem?" 

"I'm a voyeur from the word go. I like to watch a beautiful woman that I dig 
having sex. But I couldn't stand seeing you have sex with another man, or, 
for that matter, even another woman. I couldn't see that at all. But I won't 
get jealous of Clarence. On top of that, I got a chance to see this gal I 
got the dog from have sex with Clarence. She really had a wild time with 
him. I jerked off like crazy while it was going on. When I saw it, I knew 
that I would have to get the dog for you. She was just training it. I just 
loved that kind of action, and I'm gonna love it with you. Just lie back, 
honey, and wait for all of the excitement to happen." 

The canine knew precisely what he wanted. Clarence jumped quickly into bed, 
then began to sniff around my ass-hole. At first he was inclined just to 
inspect with his nose, but soon he got his tongue into the act. He began to 
move it slowly around the edges of my ass-hole, then started to dart it high 
into my anus. He wiggled his tongue with affection and zeal, permitting it 
to collide magnificently with my ass-hole. Pretty soon he was letting his 
tongue wind back and forth inside my ass-hole. I must say that he was every 
bit as precise and effective as Vince had been, and that really surprised 
me. 

"Come on and suck ass," Vince called out laughingly, jerking his fingers up 
and down on his hard cock. "I really want you to do it, Clarence old boy. 
Get her excited. Work your tongue in her ass-hole." 

Clarence got me excited with his stirring tongue movements. He had my pussy 
itching with delight. I could hardly believe that a Doberman could get me 
that turned on by unleashing his long wet tongue inside my ass-hole. 

After Clarence had succeeded in thoroughly arousing my cunt with his solid 
ass-hole stabs, he moved his tongue toward my mound. He began to let it sink 
deep into my gash. He attacked my hot pit, working his tongue deeply, using 
every bit of his long tongue to wind around inside my pussy. The faster that 
he kept up his scorching pace, the more excited I became. He knew how to cut 
loose with every bit of determination within him. 

"Oh, Clarence, you're too much," I exclaimed, "what tongue action you're 
giving me, baby. Oh, keep your tongue sliding. Yes, honey, oh, I think it's 
so good." 

While the dog's burning tongue continued to slide inside my ass-hole, Vince 
was taking advantage of the opportunity by jerking up and down on his cock. 
I could see how much he loved it. It became more apparent as the act went on 
just how eager he was to pump on his dick while the pussy sucking continued. 
It meant that, just as he said, he was intrigued at the thought of me having 
sex with the dog. It brought additional erotic joy to his life. 

As for Clarence, he was whiplashing his tongue all the more eagerly, 
allowing it to collide with spirited grace inside my pussy. He was moving me 
that much closer to climax, grinding his tongue effectively as he pushed me 
ever closer to the big moment. I itched all over, and my body swayed with 
every probing stab that his tongue sent my way. He pushed me that much 
closer to orgasm. 

"Here I go," I said. "I can't take much more of this, Vince honey. Oh, did 
you ever bring me a live one. Is he ever fast. His tongue is sweeping so 
quickly. Go ahead, Clarence baby, cut loose on my mound. Oh, make me juice, 
sweetheart. Oh, I'm going, going, going. Oh, I'm there. Oh, what wonderful 
feelings. I really an juicing. The hot pussy juices are spraying. What a 
wonderful feeling. Oh, that's so nice, so very nice. It's wonderful. Oh, 
yes, it really is wonderful." 

The spurting juices kept on spilling out of my pussy. It really made me feel 
good to know that I was so sexually excitable that I could make a switch 
like that. 

I chatted with Vince for a little while, catching my breath after having my 
box eaten out by my handsome Doberman. 

"Now I want to watch him stick his pecker in your pussy," Vince chuckled. 

"Do you really think we ought to go that far?" I asked him. 

"Of course. Naturally I saved the best for last. You know me, darling, and 
the way that I work." 

"All right, I guess you know what you're doing. I've never had it that way 
before, but I guess that would be exciting." 

"It certainly would be," he chuckled. "Just wait until he rams his cock 
inside you. You're gonna get sensations like you wouldn't believe. You just 
wait, honey, I'll show you what can be done. I'll stick his cock inside your 
mound. You just get up there on all fours and pretend like you're a female 
she-bitch." 

"Would you believe I've never been called that." 

"I'd better not hear anybody call you that," Vince laughed. "Anyhow, you 
know what I mean. Make like you're a female dog." 

"I know what you're saying." 

"Get down there on all fours, honey," he said. 

I did precisely what Vince told me. I got down on my hands and knees, 
waiting with nervous anticipation for the dog to make his initial 
penetration inside my hot snatch. 

"He's gonna enter you and fuck you like crazy," Vince assured me. "You just 
wait, sweetheart. You're gonna get some beautiful action. Just wait until he 
pumps his cock into high gear." 

Vince reached out and grabbed the dog's long searing pecker. I watched from 
over my shoulder, observing very carefully as the action developed. He 
shoved the dog's meaty cock toward my mound. He slipped it inside my snatch. 
When the dog's cock locked inside my pussy for the first time, I felt a 
searing pain shoot through my body. 

"That hurts," I said. 

"Don't let that bother you," Vince replied calmly. "Just hang in there, 
baby. You're gonna enjoy every stab that he sends your way. Just wait until 
he gets that electric prick of his working. He'll really slide it inside 
your mound, baby. He's gonna really plunge it into you." 

The cock had been inserted, and Vince released his grip from the dog's long 
stick. He watched as the dog flipped his buttocks back and forth, slamming 
his cock ever harder inside my pussy. 

From the very beginning Clarence entered me with sharp, convincing stabs. He 
was eager to unleash his juices inside my mound, and with great speed and 
skill he kept up his surging pace, driving his cock inside my mound, pushing 
himself that much closer to the moment of great climax. 

"How do you like it now?" Vince asked as he jerked off once more and watched 
the dog slam his hard prick into me. 

"You're jerking so hard and fast that I'm surprised that you haven't shot by 
now," I said. 

"Yes, it is difficult not to, but I'm determined to save it for you, baby. I 
really want you, honey. I want to fuck you properly, but at the right time, 
after you've had your sex with this handsome four-legged specimen." 

"He really is pumping his cock into me." 

"You never did directly answer my question. How is it?" he probed. 

"The dog is too much," I sighed, twisting my ass cheeks back and forth with 
his every thrusting stab. "Oh, what a hammer-like prick he's got. He really 
knows how to drill me with it. Oh, baby, keep up the hot pecker action. Keep 
on slamming your dick inside my mound. Oh, what nice action, honey. This is 
so good, baby." 

The more sharply and quickly that he would let his cock plunge thunderously 
into my pussy, the faster that my hips would rotate. I was moving very 
quickly toward climax, and I knew it wouldn't take long before the juices 
would be spilling from my snatch. 

"Keep up that fucking pace," I exclaimed. "Oh, my sweet, what a nice ramrod 
you've got there. You really know how to slam it into me. Oh, darling, keep 
up your fucking. Keep sending your prick inside me." 

I could tell from the way that Clarence was ramming his stick ever deeper 
into my mound just how close he was driving toward climax. He continued his 
efforts, slamming his cock repeatedly, driving it ever more spiritedly into 
my mound. At one point I discovered that I was incapable of holding back my 
juices any longer. I wanted to try and time our orgasm so that we could 
shoot at just about the same point. Of course, it's not quite as easy doing 
that with a dog as it is with a man. It's much easier when you have a man 
since you can communicate with him. At least verbally. The only 
communication that Clarence and I had was of a strictly physical nature. 

As I unloaded my juices, Clarence pushed that much more quickly toward 
climax. I think that feeling my pussy juices spurting against his hard prick 
got him that much more eager. 

"Just look at that dog stab," Vince said happily, continuing to move his 
fingers up and down his sturdy dong. "Keep it up, Clarence old boy. You're 
some kind of an animal. Oh, keep up that great fucking. Keep driving your 
cock, old boy. Yes, that's nice, oh, that's very nice." 

A few brisk stabs later, the juices began to bolt from the end of the dog's 
long hard instrument. 

"That's nice," I said. "Oh, you're juicing, honey. Yes, lover, oh, I really 
dig that. Go ahead, honey, let it all shoot out of there. It feels so good, 
honey, so very good." 

The hot Doberman unleashed his juice stream into my mound, after which he 
released his cock from my snatch. 

"Now it's my turn," my human lover Vince said as he moved toward the bed. 

He pried the dog's cock loose from my pussy. 

"I guess you want in the act now," I grinned up at him. 

"I sure do," he said. "That makes me damned hungry, getting ready to fuck 
you. Oh, yes, baby, I can't wait to screw you." 

Needless to say, when Vince moved into high gear, he gave me an 
unforgettable screw. 

* * * 

SUMMARY 

I wanted to explore Victoria's case further and discover just how contented 
she was in the type of relationship in which she was involved. 

"Are you still living with the dog?" I asked. 

"We're inseparable companions," she nodded. 

"I take it that you still have the same arrangement with Vince. Is that 
correct?" 

"It certainly is," she nodded. "Why should I change? I don't have to work, 
and the only thing I'm expected to do to earn my keep is to just spread my 
legs for my lover when he wants me to. That is, my human lover. As for 
Clarence, I usually restrict most of my screwing with him to times when 
Vince is around." 

"Do you ever have sex with the canine in Vince's absence?" 

"Yes, but not too frequently. You see, I want to provide Vince with all the 
entertainment I can. He expects to see Clarence at his best. That means he'd 
like him a little on the horny side, if you know what I mean." 

"Yes, I certainly do. Do you enjoy having sex with the dog? I mean, you 
sound very enthusiastic based upon what you revealed about your first 
experience with him. Are you still as excited at this point in time?" 

"No, but I guess that's not surprising," she said. "You know how the 
expression goes about the honeymoon wearing off. When you're with anybody 
for long enough, doing the same things with them, some of the enthusiasm 
tends to wear off. At least that's the way it's been throughout all of my 
life." 

"If that principle relates to your experiences with the dog, would you also 
say that the same yardstick applies with respect to Vince?" 

She paused reflectively for several long seconds before answering. 

"I would say that," she nodded solemnly. "You know, the one thing that kind 
of disappoints me is that I know I'll never be his wife. I have my week-ends 
free for the most part. Only on rare occasions can Vince get away from home. 
That's when I really feel lonely, I like to go on outings with him. Oh, he's 
taken me to Vegas a couple of times on quick trips, but only, quite 
naturally, when his wife can't make it. His wife usually goes with him, 
especially on ,long trips, so that leaves me out. Also, he's very discreet 
in this sense. If the trip relates to business in any way, he wouldn't think 
of having me along. He told me he wouldn't think of having me along. He told 
me he just couldn't risk anything like that, like being found out." 

"It sounds like you're something less than totally satisfied with your 
present arrangement," I said. 

"That would be a fair statement. I've begun to wonder if anything would 
completely satisfy me. 

"That was probably going too far," I agreed. "I mean something on the order 
of reasonably well satisfied. That's what I was driving at." 

"I guess I'm in what you'd call a limbo state," she said softly. "I would 
like something a little better, but, by the same token, I also recognize how 
important it is to hold on to what I've got. This is still a better 
arrangement than I ever had before. In the past all the men that I dealt 
with were very flighty. This man Vince, he's very good for me in that sense. 
He's a pillar of stability. I can see why he's gone so far in his 
profession." . 

"Tell me this. Can you envision a situation where you grow so tired of the 
way things are now that you'll want to get away from Vince?" 

"It's possible, but I can't envision anything like that in the immediate 
future," she told me. "As I say, the big thing is loneliness." 

"Have you ever given any thought to dating other men?" 

"Vince has laid down his ground rules," she shook her head. "That's 
definitely a no-no. He figures that if he's gonna give me an allowance and 
put me up in a beautiful penthouse apartment suite that I owe my allegiance 
to him. He's right. He told me if any lengthy period of time passes, like a 
week or so as sometimes happens when he's really bogged down in his work, 
that I can always get my release through Clarence. He told me that that was 
one of the reasons why he thought Clarence would be an asset." 

"Do you find that satisfactory?" 

"Up to a point," she said. "I really don't know how I'm gonna end up, but I 
at least have a little stability now, and plenty of luxury. It's nice not 
having to work. I spend quite a bit of my time in beauty parlors and in gyms 
keeping my beautiful body nice and firm, and keeping my face looking 
beautiful. He expects that from me and he has every right to. After all, 
it's a pretty good arrangement. I haven't been offered anything that good at 
any other time in my life." 

"So you're resigned to continuing this relationship for the foreseeable 
future," I said. 

"I would say so. Vince has been good to me, and that's what counts. He's a 
very sincere man. I respect him." 

"Do you ever consider the fact that you might get to the point where you 
would want him so badly that you'd feel you just had to marry him or else?" 

"I've thought about that. There have been times when I've shed a good many 
tears about that Very thing. But he has held firm on that one point. I guess 
he feels it would just cost him too much otherwise, so we will continue with 
our present arrangement. No, I don't really look for any change. If it ever 
bothered me enough, I guess I'd have to end the relationship. But I don't 
think it will. I've gotten accustomed to things the way they are. I guess 
that they're better than what I'd be able to locate on my own." 

I couldn't help but feel a strong measure of pity for Victoria. She was a 
beautiful young woman who was afraid to face the future on her own. She had 
been hurt too many times, and now that she had secured a relationship with a 
man for whom she had respect, she did not want to rock the boat. 

I have a strong feeling that the relationship between Victoria and Vince 
will last for probably a year or better. At that point in time I look to see 
both of them begin to get restless. When that happens, their relationship 
will more than-likely die a short time thereafter. As to what will happen to 
lovely young Victoria at that point is anybody's guess. 

The subject of Case Four, Dorothy L., fell into a much different category 
that that of Victoria. In the case of Dorothy, she was a woman who was 
restless, looking for additional sensations. 

CASE FOUR 

Dorothy L. was a lovely twenty-nine-year-old blonde who attained prominence 
throughout the world as a rock and roll singer. In that she is very famous, 
I have consented to call her Dorothy as a means of hiding her true identity. 
She was more than willing to talk with me, just as long as I agreed to 
protect her identity from the public. 

Dorothy told me the following story, which I have related in detail: 

I had my longest tour that took me all over the world. 

Sure, I had all kinds of opportunities to get laid by any one of a number of 
men, except for one thing. I wasn't really interested. Some of these guys 
can be so crude, and I was married to a guy who was after my body all the 
time. Sure I'm good looking and have a beautiful body. But I'd like to try 
and identify with the real me, somebody who has talent and intellect. 
Whenever I see a man who is all that jumpy about just climbing under the 
sheets with me, I shy away. I expect more. 

I've been to all kinds of parties, and I've been laid by men from all over 
the world, but as of late I've been playing it cool. I was determined to 
keep a low profile during the course of this tour that I took around the 
world. 

Things were going along pretty well for me, I must say. I received standing 
ovations and played to sell-out throngs in Australia, and once I moved into 
South America for a swing, I found that some of my biggest fans were located 
there. I performed at the Opera House in Buenos Aires, Argentina, the same 
place where the famed Toscanini was conductor. It made me feel good to know 
that I was singing right where the great Caruso did. And I had sell-out 
throngs there for the length of my entire stay. 

When I got to Rio de Janeiro, where I was playing a series of engagements at 
a famous night club, I felt like I needed a little bit of a rest. I cut down 
on my rehearsals, figuring that if I didn't have my act down pat by then I 
never would. It's true that I had developed a rapport with my orchestra, 
since I was playing with a different one in every city, and that didn't take 
me all that long. I wanted to spend plenty of time just lolling around the 
beach. 

I went to Ipanima Beach just on the outskirts of Rio. I was amazed over the 
way that things were developing there. I had visited Rio a couple of years 
before on a vacation, and at that point in time the section surrounding 
Ipanima was something of a slum. But all that had changed in the meantime. 
All these expensive condominiums had popped up all over the place. 

I found myself going out there every morning to sun at the foot of a rock. I 
would just lie back and relax, and fight off the wolves who would 
congregate. I can understand Spanish very well, and these guys would try 
like crazy to get me interested in them. 

Early one afternoon after I had intercepted several passes in a row, making 
me think that I ought to try out for defensive back on some pro football 
team, I heard the sweet sound of a young girl's voice. 

"I don't blame you for getting a little angry," she said in English. "I have 
done the same thing. Men can sometimes be so very crude." 

I turned and looked into the sparkling dark eyes of a beautiful native girl 
who didn't appear to be any more than about sixteen. She was clad in a 
string bikini. After all, the beach had popularized the string bikini to a 
significant extent, and with a girl who had such a beautiful figure, as this 
sweet dark-haired native did, it was only natural that she would wear a 
string bikini. 

"They don't mean any harm," I laughed. "It's just that I need to get a 
little rest." 

"Oh, yes. I don't blame you. I do the same thing many time.'myself. I come 
out here to concentrate." 

"Really now. For what reason?" 

"I am a painter. A very successful one. I live in the condominium across the 
street." 

She pointed toward a lavish new condominium which had just gone up directly 
across the street from the beach. 

"This gives you quite a setting," I said. 

"Indeed. That was one of the major reasons why I moved here. After all, a 
setting means so very much to an artist." 

"It does, it really does. That's amazing that you've accomplished enough to 
live on a scale like this." 

"My parents are very wealthy and they've helped me out somewhat," she 
laughed. "But I have done well. For a girl of nineteen, I'd say I'm doing 
very well. I go to classes at art school three times a week, and the rest of 
the time I just devote to my painting." 

"That's very good," I said. "I'm a singer and I know how important 
dedication is." 

We introduced ourselves. I decided not to hide my identity. I told her who I 
was, and she was ecstatic with praise. She told me how many of my albums she 
had. Her name was Maria, and the longer that I talked to her, the more 
impressed I became. 

As I said, I have been married and divorced once, and I've done a lot of 
kicking around during my life. I've had sex with not only men, but with a 
few women as well. Generally when I have had sex with women, it was at a 
time when the action was sparse around the men. Either I wasn't going with 
anybody, or the guy that I was going with I didn't dig all that much. 

I kept wondering if Maria was the kind of girl who had had sex with another 
woman. I kept hoping that she'd had experiences of that kind, because I was 
extremely interested in the possibility of having sex with her. 

We talked for a long time, after which she asked me to have lunch with her 
in her apartment. 

I consented to join her, happy over the fact that I didn't have to perform 
that evening. That meant that I didn't have to get back to my hotel to take 
my afternoon nap, something I always did before an evening performance. 

Just as Maria had said, she possessed quite a few of my albums. She put them 
on her stereo record player. She had a lovely view of the beach from her 
condominium, which was furnished tastefully. She fixed us a shrimp salad for 
lunch, which was delicious. She never took off her string bikini, and I 
naturally never changed out of mine. I kept looking at her lovely thighs and 
her beautiful breasts, hoping that maybe after lunch we could have sex. 

Maria had a friendly Irish Setter that she thought the world of. She called 
him Bingo, and he took a shine to me right away. Since I've always liked 
animals, the feelings were mutual. I spent a good deal of time petting the 
dog as she was finishing preparing the lunch. 

We ate our lunch, then chatted. Maria sprawled out on a sofa, looking at me 
and smiling. 

"You know, you're even more beautiful than the pictures I've seen of you on 
your albums," Maria said. "You looked familiar to me. That was one of the 
reasons why I started talking to you. I was trying to place who you were. 
Now I know." 

Maria suddenly began edging closer to me. I was sitting at one end of the 
sofa. 

"I like you, Maria," I said with a lump in my throat. The sexual tension was 
rising within my whole body. 

"Have you ever made love to a girl before?" Maria asked. 

"I certainly have, Maria," I said. "How about you?" 

Oh, yes. I've had some happy romances with women. I haven't ever been to bed 
with anybody as lovely as you, though." 

"That's so kind of you to say." 

In a flash she was on top of me. Her fingers undid the straps of my bikini. 
Before I knew it she had me stripped completely clean. She reached out with 
her right hand and allowed her fingers to move ever so smoothly over my 
pussy. 

"What a beautiful body," she said. "I really want to suck you, my dear.,Oh, 
yes, I want to tongue your pussy. Do you want to tongue mine?" 

"I really do," I said softly. "I want you, Maria. You're beautiful and I 
want to make wonderful love to you, my dear." 

I figured that one good turn deserved another, so my fingers went to work on 
Maria's string bikini. I was determined to pry it off as quickly and 
effectively as possible, then move into action. 

I removed her string bikini, then reached out and clutched her breasts. All 
the while her fingers continued to move spiritedly against my pussy. 

When she removed her fingers from my mound, I let my fingers drop down 
toward her snatch. I played with her mound until I succeeded in bringing 
forth a little juice. It wasn't a full-fledged orgasm, just a little 
something to demonstrate to me how excited she was becoming. 

"Oh, this is exciting," Maria said, "having a famous singer make love to 
me." 

"Let's just forget about that," I said. "The only thing that really concerns 
me is making you happy, Maria." 

Before I knew it we had our arms around each other. It felt good to give my 
breasts some freedom, allowing them to clash with her hot tits. 

Back and forth we wiggled our bodies, letting our tits continue to touch. 

We finally wrestled each other downward toward the living room rug. I could 
"hear Maria panting as she puckered up her lips and moved them toward mine. 
I took some initiative of my own, plunging my lips forward as well. They met 
with great desire. They clashed spectacularly against each other as we let 
our fingers collide with each other's hot ass cheeks. 

At the end of our beautiful lip kiss, Maria slipped her fingers downward 
toward my mound once more. She began to play with my pussy, and I felt that 
I ought to reciprocate. 

We got each other extra hot, then got ready to send our tongues to work. 

"I want your pussy right now," Maria called out. "And I hope you want mine. 
Let's turn our tongues loose, my dear. Let's match each other with our 
beautiful tongue strokes." 

Forcefully we went to work. As I thrust my tongue downward toward her mound, 
she did the same thing with her tongue, moving it into action. Back and 
forth we let our tongues wiggle, providing each other with brisk, lightning 
stabs. The quicker that we moved our tongues, the more excited that we both 
became. 

Our bodies wiggled as we flipped our ass cheeks back and forth. We reached 
out and clutched each other's buttocks, holding on to them ever so tightly 
as we sucked each other's pussy. 

It was great the way that we let our tongues slide against each other's 
mound. We were moving each other ever closer to climax, moving toward the 
point where we would supply each other with the ultimate form of 
satisfaction. 

As Maria's body began to twist more rapidly than before, I could see how 
close that she was moving toward a spirited climax. 

A few lightning tongue strokes later, her juices began to spill out of her 
aroused organ and into my waiting mouth. 

I gobbled with great determination, going after her hot juices, sucking out 
every drop from her pussy. 

She kept on relentlessly sucking my hot love pit. I could see how close I 
was toward climax. It would only take a few more strokes, I knew, before the 
point of excitement would be reached. At that juncture I would juice, 
shooting my hot liquids into her mouth. 

When that finally happened, when I ultimately reached the point where the 
pussy juices began to spurt from my snatch and into Maria's mouth, it made 
me feel clean all over. This girl brought out the best in me. She was 
beautiful and sweet. 

A few moments later, Maria called Bingo, her charming Irish setter into the 
room. 

When he saw me lying there naked, his tail began to wag and he started to 
bark. 

"Go ahead, Bingo, and give the beautiful lady some sensations," Maria 
smiled. 

I looked up at Maria, convinced that she was kidding. But it sure didn't 
look like it, judging by the fact that she had a straight-faced look as she 
talked. Also, the dog looked totally serious as he stared at me intently. 

"He'll give you a wonderful time," Maria said. 

I didn't have an opportunity to say anything. As I had pointed out earlier 
in my story, I had had occasion to fuck with both men and women, but I never 
had gone so far as to ball with a dog. 

I was in a state of shock as Bingo moved quickly toward me. My legs lay 
outstretched as he began to sniff around my snatch. There was something 
exotic about the way he did it. All the while he was panting like crazy. The 
next thing I knew he was letting his sniffer drop down to my mound. It 
really tickled when his cold nose touched my pussy. My body began to twitch 
a little, and Bingo immediately picked up the sex vibration. 

He let his tongue drop down toward my mound. Back and forth he proceeded to 
slide it, moving it dramatically around my pussy, giving me plenty of 
sensation as I flipped my ass cheeks back and forth. 

"Oh, this dog means business," I exclaimed. 

"He's very good at making love," Maria laughed. "Go ahead, Bingo, and suck 
beautiful Dorothy. Suck her, Bingo, go down on her, darling." 

The faster that Bingo sucked, the closer that I moved toward climax. He 
registered his tongue with devastating impact, sending it sliding eagerly 
against my mound, driving me ever closer to the point of climax. 

"I want you," I called out. "Oh, Bingo, finish me off, darling. Oh, yes, 
honey. Come on and suck me to climax. Oh, I love the way your beautiful 
tongue is twisting. It's so wonderful. You really know how to use it, 
sweetheart. Oh, it's so nice. Keep driving it, honey. Oh, keep your smooth 
tongue moving. Keep sliding it against my pussy. Oh, I'm about to go off." 

"Keep it going, Bingo, you're about to swallow some juice," Maria said. "Oh, 
baby, just keep sucking her." 

A few moments later I bolted. I never experienced anything quite like that 
before in my life. It was one of the quickest juice streams I ever summoned 
up. The dog had whipped me into a state of frenzy, and furthermore, he had 
done it in nothing flat. All it had taken had been a few solid tongue 
strokes and I was off. 

As I lay there catching my breath, my darling lover Maria went to work. She 
reached out and began jerking up and down on the dog's long hard stem. I 
could recall how many times I had jerked off, but this was the first time in 
my life that I had ever seen anyone jerk off a dog. She kept on slipping her 
fingers up and down the dog's long hard penis, and the faster that she did 
it, the more excited that he became. 

"I want you, my darling, oh, yes, I want your hard flaming cock," she said. 
"I'm gonna suck you, baby. Oh, yes, I really do want your penis. I'm gonna 
lick your hot dick. Oh, sweetheart, I can hardly wait to suck it off. Your 
prick is so hot." 

"I hope you're kidding," I said as I lay back and watched the developing 
action." 

"Oh, no, he expects it," Maria assured me. 

"You mean you've done this before?" 

"There's nothing that's too intimate for us to engage in," she told me. 
"Yes, I love sucking his cock. He has a beautiful dick. It's just made to 
order for my tongue. You just watch, honey. I can almost assure you that you 
will want to do the same thing after you see how much fun I have." 

"I doubt that very much." 

"Just wait, my darling." 

She kept on pumping her fingers sturdily up and down the full length of the 
dog's solid organ. As she kept on sliding her finger, she moved him ever 
closer to the point of climax. I wondered if she might not be kidding me, 
and that instead of planning to jerk him off she was just going to continue 
the finger massage until he juiced in her hand. 

Just about the time I thought she had been kidding me, Maria quickly proved 
me wrong. She slipped her tongue against the tip of the dog's prick, then 
began to manipulate it frantically up and down his long hard pecker. 

I was beginning to wonder what was happening to my sanity. I had found 
myself getting excited watching Maria jerk off Bingo's cock, and now I was 
getting doubly excited as I watched her slip her tongue up and down the full 
length of his huge pecker. 

"Keep it going," I found myself saying. "It looks so exciting, Maria. You're 
really good at it. You're really giving him a hose job." 

Her dark black hair flailed in the breeze that she created on the basis of 
her quick tongue thrusts. Back and forth she kept on manipulating her 
tongue, sliding it eagerly, pushing and pumping it up and down the full 
length of his rod, moving him ever closer to the point of climax. 

"Oh, you really want it," I said. "I can see that you do, Maria. It isn't 
going to take much longer. You really are good at sucking. Oh, you're doing 
such a good job on his cock. You really ought to be proud of yourself, baby. 
He's there, honey, he's there." 

At that point my heart began palpitating wildly as I observed the first few 
droplets of hot white cream spurting out of the end of the dog's huge pecker 
and into her mouth. It was hot and thick, ever so creamy, just what a girl 
would like to. taste. I found myself envying Maria at that point. She was 
enjoying herself immensely as she kept on gobbling down the cream, 
swallowing every droplet of the hot cock juice that was spilling from the 
animal's dick. 

"Swallow it, oh, swallow it, my dear," I exhorted her. "You're really doing 
a good job, baby. Oh, you're not letting any of it get away. You're really 
doing a fantastic job." 

Maria stayed on top of her target, continuing to suck the hot cock juice 
from the end of Bingo's hard peter. When she released her tongue from his 
dick, she looked up at me and smiled. 

"I told you that you'd get excited," she said. You're welcome to go ahead 
and suck him now yourself, my dear." 

"Does he have any juice left?" I laughed. 

"He has plenty. The one wonderful thing about this dog is that he never 
seems to run out of cream. You can suck him like crazy or get fucked by him 
like crazy and he always has something left in reserve." 

"That is interesting." 

"Try your hand, my darling. You'll love it." 

"I am a little afraid, although I'll admit I'm also excited." 

"You won't be afraid if you go ahead and give it a try," she told me. "Just 
move your fingers briskly along his cock. That will get him excited. Then 
from there all you do it start sucking. There's really no big thing attached 
to it. I mean, it's no big deal, all you've got to do is start pumping your 
hand along his rod. Go ahead, my dear. You'll really enjoy it. I guarantee 
you that you will." 

I decided to go ahead and try it. My heart was pounding for two reasons. I 
was both aroused sexually and afraid. I never had approached a dog in a 
sexual way before. And I half expected him to take a bite out of my leg, or 
maybe my left buttock. 

But that didn't happen at all. As I reached out and grabbed the dog's hard 
dick, he began to wag his tail and pant. He was every bit as enthusiastic as 
he had been when he had attacked my mound with his tongue. I kept on pumping 
his long stick, using it like a jack handle, allowing his hammering cock to 
become ever harder and more aroused. 

"You're doing a good job," Maria said. "Just keep it up, honey. You're going 
to really enjoy it when you start sucking it. He's a beautiful animal. Just 
keep things going. You won't regret it. As a matter-of-fact, you'll love 
it." 

I kept my cool. After a while, when I saw that the dog was reacting 
favorably to what I was doing, I began to relax somewhat. After a few more 
strokes. I decided that the time had come. I was postponing it in my mind, 
but I couldn't postpone it any longer. I would just have to let my tongue go 
to work on the dog's long hard rod. 

So I slipped my tongue against his prick, sliding it quickly up and down the 
full length of his mammoth organ, I would keep up that frenzied pace, 
continuing to run my tongue as hotly as I could up and down the base of his 
huge prick, until the hot white pecker juice spilled out of the end of his 
organ and into my mouth. 

You're really picking up the hang of it fast," Maria laughed. "Go ahead, my 
darling. Oh, keep cutting loose with your tongue. Drive it against the dog's 
hard peter. He loves it so much. He loves you so much, baby. Oh, just keep 
it all going. Just keep your tongue sliding against his hard dick." 

A few blistering strokes later, the dog was all set to release the hot white 
cream from his rod. I could tell by the way his whole body was shaking. He 
was coming unglued at the seams, and he was panting loudly as the juice was 
all set to spill from his cock. 

"Stay with it," Maria said. "You'll enjoy the taste of it, baby. I want you 
to swallow it, every drop, every precious drop. Eat his prick, honey." 

I was determined to eat his hot juice, and as it began to spill from the end 
of his peter and into my mouth, I started swallowing for all that I was 
worth. 

I gulped like crazy, going after every bit of it. I must say that the dog 
had just about as much cream stored up for me as he had for Maria. She had 
been perfectly right in saying that he was able to cream with regularity. 
The hot sperm kept gushing from his cock, splashing into my hot mouth as I 
eagerly received it. 

"Keep sucking him," Maria said. "Oh, my darling, you're enjoying it. I can 
really see that." 

I kept on swallowing, hanging onto the rest if his load. At that point in 
time I released my tongue from his hot pecker. 

"Welcome to the club," Maria said. "Isn't Bingo a wonderful lover?" 

"I can see that he can hand it out just as well as he can give it," I 
laughed. "He did a magnificent job sucking my pussy, and now he did every 
bit as magnificent a job of supplying me with a load of hot jissum." 

"He's a wonderful dog," she laughed. "I think the world of him." 

"So do I," I nodded, reaching out and patting the dog on top of the head. 

SUMMARY 

I wanted to follow up on Dorothy's relationship with both Bingo and Maria. 

"For how long a period of time did you have sex with Maria and Bingo?" I 
asked. 

"I stayed in Rio for some two weeks after that," she told me. "But I didn't 
completely part company with Maria and Bingo after that." 

"What do you mean?" I asked, a little confused over her words. 

"I had Maria fly out to the States to stay with me. And, of course, I had 
her bring Bingo along. I wouldn't have thought of not having Bingo." 

"Just how far have you gone with the dog? You mentioned fellating him. Have 
you also allowed him to penetrate your vagina with his penis?" 

"Of course I have," Dorothy laughed. 

"How would you compare his performance with that of a man? " 

"It's different strokes for different folks, I guess," Dorothy chuckled. "It 
all depends on the man. I'd have to say one thing, though. He would have to 
hold his own with even the best of the men who have screwed me, and I've had 
some terrific ones. Some of them have been top athletes. That's the way it 
is when you're in demand in all sets. Sure, I've had my share of orgies, 
some real wild jet set parties, but in a show-down I guess I would prefer 
fucking with Bingo just as much as with anybody." 

"Have you ever thought of buying a dog of your own for sexual purposes?" I 
asked. 

"No, because I travel too much. It would make it rather sticky having to 
take a dog everywhere. Besides, I don't like to feel reliant on anybody or 
anything. When I fly to Rio I want to be able to spend some time with Maria 
and Bingo, and the same goes for when they come here. But sometimes I can't 
control things. You know how it is, with tours and the like." 

"I think I understand your point. You're saying that you don't really care 
to have any close relationship in the sense of lasting ones," I said. 

"That would be a very accurate summary of the way things stand right now in 
my life," Dorothy nodded. "Of course, there's always a chance that I'll 
change my mind. You see, if I ever ran into a guy that I thought was so 
extra special and I wanted to marry him, then I'd consider giving up my 
career. But I don't anticipate that happening. At least not for quite a 
while." 

"How can you possibly say?" I asked. "What I mean is it sounds like 
something that would be impossible to predict, just when you'd meet a man 
who would knock you on your heels." 

"No, it's not that hard to predict," she laughed. "If I didn't feel like 
getting knocked on my heels, then that would be it. Right now my career is 
paramount. So for that reason I wouldn't allow myself to be drawn into a 
situation like what you were just talking about. When I'm ready for 
something like that, then I'll permit my heart to be available. Until then, 
I'd avoid like the plague any situation where I thought I might be drawn 
into a lasting relationship. But I do love Maria. Right now I probably dig 
her more than anybody that I have sex with." 

"Do you mind telling me why?" 

"Certainly. She's not difficult to please. She's very sweet. And she's not 
demanding. So many of the guys that I have sex with are. And there are a few 
of them that are trying to entice me into marriage. When I'm with Maria I 
can really relax. I know that everything is gonna take its own course." 

"How about the dog?" 

"I enjoy him, too. I like the fact he's not demanding. You know, if I wasn't 
traveling around so much, I'd probably go out and get myself an Irish setter 
just like Bingo. Of course, maybe that's incorrect thinking. You can never 
repeat a situation. The Irish setter that I would get probably wouldn't be 
an enticing to me as Bingo. He has his own unique qualities that I love, and 
that would set him apart from any other dog, even a dog of the same type." 

"Have you ever thought it bizarre to have sex with animals?" I asked. 

"I did at first. That first time when I was lying there on the rug at 
Maria's place. Yes, I thought that was so strange. And I just about flipped 
when I saw Maria going down on the dog's penis. But I've got a lot more 
flexible attitude now. I really believe that if somebody wants to do 
something sexually and it doesn't hurt anybody else, then there's no damn 
reason in the world why they shouldn't go ahead and do what ever they 
please. That's my attitude about this whole thing." 

"Do you think that it'll ever change? I mean, if you ever got married, would 
you still want to carry on with animals?" I asked. 

"I might have a change of heart if that happened," she admitted. "Not that I 
wouldn't enjoy just as much having sex with animals, mind you. I just think 
that probably I would have to devote myself to my husband. At that stage of 
the game I wouldn't want to screw up the marriage. After all, I had one 
screwed-up marriage. I wouldn't want to shoot for two." 

My interview with Dorothy ended at that point. I couldn't help but feel 
sorry for her. In spite of all the fame that she enjoyed, I could see that 
there was something missing in her life. 

She wanted a lasting relationship, even though she attempted to convince 
herself that she didn't need one, particularly at that point in time. 

Once Dorothy had had as much experience as she had by the age of 
twenty-nine, it was difficult to say much of anything to her. She was very 
self-assertive, and appeared to radiate confidence, at least on the surface. 
I recognized that there was a good deal of insecurity hidden beneath her 
superficial display of confidence, but she was at the point where she would 
not permit anyone to penetrate beneath that veneer. 

The problem with the subject of Case Five, Sheila V., was that she had been 
given too much too early by her parents. 

A spoiled girl, Sheila was doing all she could to obtain every little whim 
and imagine that would come to her attention at any given point in time. In 
short, she proved to be next to impossible to please. 

CASE FIVE 

Sheila V., at twenty-one appeared to be a girl who had everything. 

Blonde and petitely beautiful, with a lovely form, Sheila was immaculately 
dressed in a beautiful blue pants suit as she came into my office one 
afternoon. 

Although my instant impression was to like her, the longer that I talked to 
Sheila, the more difficult it became for me to maintain the kind of 
objectivity that I needed as a writer. What caused the objectivity problems 
was her attitude. I could see that the wealthy young girl, who had been 
brought up in San Francisco by permissive parents, had too many luxuries 
showered on her. That, coupled with her extraordinary beauty, had made her 
impossible to endure in many respects. 

Presently married, she was more than happy to tell me about her two 
husbands, along with the background concerning their honeymoon. 

Following is her story: 

I shopped around a little before I considered getting married. I wanted 
somebody who could give me everything that I needed, and that was quite a 
feat, considering that my folks were very wealthy. But there was always more 
to seek out, and naturally I was concerned about getting a guy who was worth 
even more money than my dad. If he hadn't been, then there wouldn't have 
been one hell of a lot of motivation for me to marry him in the first place. 

I found such a man one night at a debutante's ball. His name was Dennis, and 
he had just been recently divorced. But that isn't what was significant 
about him. What was significant was that he was one of the top cosmetic 
manufacturers in the entire country, with offices throughout the United 
States. I knew all about his company, and even used a number of its 
products. I was interested immediately. 

He was kind of a shy fellow, and it took him awhile to get down to business. 
But we finally began to develop a steady relationship, and after we had been 
going together for about two years, he figured it was time to pop the 
question. In order to get him to really pay attention to me, I put him in 
his place quite a few times. I openly flirted with other men. It used to bug 
the hell out of him, and I used to tell him that if it bothered him that 
much why didn't he take the big step and marry me. He finally decided to do 
that. 

I insisted that we visit the French Riviera on our honeymoon. I was in a 
wonderfully wild and gay mood. After all, I had latched on to several 
million bucks one way or another. If the marriage didn't last and I figured 
to get a very handsome settlement. 

Dennis and I stayed at a lavish hotel right across the beach at Nice. I 
wanted an opportunity to show off my glittering bikinis under the warm 
French sun. I figured that the more admiring glances that I got, the more 
that it ought to serve to keep Dennis on his toes. After all, I wanted to 
let him know that he wasn't the only guy around. If I could keep him in his 
place, then I'd be in the driver's seat. 

Early one evening as we were taking a walk along the beach, I looked inside 
a pet shop. I saw this handsome German Shepherd staring out at me. All of 
the sudden I knew that I had to have him. 

"Get me him," I pointed toward the dog. 

"You mean that dog?" he looked at me as if I were crazy. 

"That's right." 

"But what the hell. You're on your honeymoon, honey, and we're thousands of 
miles from home," Dennis asserted. 

"That shouldn't make any difference. I want him and I want him now. Hell, we 
can ship him back to the states." 

"Look, honey, I might have plenty of money, but I've never been that much in 
the mood to just throw it away. If you want a German Shepherd, I'll get you 
one just like him when we get back home." 

"But I want this one," I raised my voice, deliberately putting on a display 
so that I would embarrass Dennis. 

I could see that my strategy was working. As I raised my voice and went into 
a tantrum, I could see the people looking around at me. It embarrassed 
Dennis. 

"All right, then I'll get the dog," he said. "Let's go inside." 

Dennis reluctantly purchased the dog. We took him back to our hotel suite. I 
decided to call him James. He had such a distinguished air about him, and 
there had been some English kings by that name, including a very famous one, 
so I decided to stick with that name. 

Dennis was befuddled by the whole thing. He still couldn't figure out why I 
would want a dog.- 

We got back to the hotel and I began to make over James. I petted him, 
running my fingers up and down his coat, then began to throw my arms around 
him. 

"You'd think you were going to make love to that dog," Dennis shook his 
head. 

"Who knows. Maybe I'll do just that." 

"You're absolutely crazy, honey." 

"I like to do things on impulse," I told my husband. "After all, it's a lot 
more fun that way." 

"I just don't understand it. Let's go back out and walk some more." 

"Why, no. I don't want to walk. I want to play with the dog." 

"I'll tell you what then," Dennis said impatiently as he got up from the 
chair. "I'll take a walk. I'll be back later. By then maybe you and your new 
friend will have had enough time together." 

"Why, honey, I kind of get the impression you're jealous of this dog. 
Shouldn't you be ashamed of yourself?" 

"I don't know. I wouldn't say I was jealous. I just thought that my wife 
would want to spend some time with me, especially since this is our 
honeymoon." 

"There'll be plenty of time for you," I laughed. "But I don't see any reason 
why I've got to shut the dog out at the same time." 

Dennis had a disgusted look on his face as he walked out of the room. I 
figured that I was teaching him a lesson. He had to find out early in our 
marriage that he wasn't the only person around. First of all there had been 
the many covetous glances that I had received from the men along the beach. 
Now there was the purchase of a dog. It was my way of keeping Dennis in 
line. 

After he left, I got even more affectionate with the dog. I began to kiss 
him. I just couldn't seem to get enough loving from him. He began to use his 
tongue, letting it maneuver over my face. He licked me like crazy, and the 
longer that he did it, the better I liked it. I was getting carried away. 

He finally did something that really shook me up. His nose dropped down to 
where my skirt had flipped up. I noticed that my panties were showing. He 
began sniffing around my pussy. 

"You really are an affectionate animal," I laughed. "I just wonder what you 
want, baby." 

I decided to do something particular reckless and provocative at that point. 
I flipped up my skirt a little more, then reached out and grabbed my 
panties. I pulled them down ever so slowly with both hands, dropping them 
down far enough to where my snatch was clearly showing. 

"How do you like that, darling?" I asked laughingly. 

The dog began to sniff around my mound. It caused me to burst into laughter. 
It was hilariously funny to me that my new dog was sniffing around my pussy. 

"You're quite a Romeo," I laughed. "James, you're too much. The next thing 
you know you'll be sucking me." 

No sooner were the words out of my mouth that I figured I ought to 
experiment a little further. I jumped up from the rug, then began to take 
off my clothes. 

As I removed my blouse and skirt, I began to walk into the bedroom. I was 
clad in nothing more than my panties and bra, and I was wiggling my ass 
cheeks seductively, seeing what I could do to turn on my handsome young man. 

"Come on, James, follow me," I exclaimed. 

It worked. The dog came romping behind me, walking into the bedroom with me. 

I set my skirt and blouse down on a chair, then decided to finish the act of 
undressing. I was doing everything I could to cock tease James. This was a 
new challenge for me. I had seduced more guys than I could ever hope to 
count, and left a lot of others disappointed because they couldn't get as 
far with me as they wanted to. Yes, I had plenty of male conquests, but 
never a dog. 

James looked so handsome and so appealing that I wanted to see just how far 
I could get him to go. So in my best cock-teasing fashion, I wiggled my 
buttocks around as I undid my bra. As I tossed it into the chair with the 
skirt and blouse, I flipped my tits forward. 

James was sitting back on his haunches, looking up at me. His tail was 
wagging and he was beginning to pant. I hoped that that was a good sign. I 
was hoping that it meant he was turned on with me. 

"Now I'm gonna take off my panties," I looked at the dog and winked. "I just 
wonder how you're gonna react, my sweet." 

My fingers worked their way downward toward my panties. I slipped the 
panties down my legs, working them ever so briskly, determined to completely 
strip for James. I figured that Dennis would be out for quite awhile, so I 
didn't have any worries there. 

As I stepped out of my panties, James got up and began walking toward the 
bed. I could see that he was getting more excited every minute. 

"Just look at me, honey, I'm all naked," I laughed. 

I eased my beautiful body downward into the bed. I was tanned with a 
beautiful coppery glow from the French Riviera sun. I was extremely proud of 
my body. I had shown it off to enough men before, but never to a dog. This 
was something new, something very provocative, and exciting. 

"Look at me, lover," I teased. 

I was out to seduce that beautiful dog. The faster that I began wiggling my 
buttocks around as I lay there in bed, the more that I was fascinating him. 

I decided finally to call out to James, to do all I could to get him into 
bed with me. 

"Come on, honey, and join me," I said. "You're an awfully cute little dog. 
Oh, do you look bright. A dog as alert as you certainly knows where it's at 
when it comes to sex. I'm trying to turn you on, honey. If I can turn on 
just about any two-legged male that I want to, I don't see any reason why I 
can't do the same thing with a four-legged one." 

I decided to reach out with my right hand and allow my fingers to toy with 
my pussy. I stroked ever so dramatically, flipping my buttocks back and 
forth, enjoying the fact that I was really drawing James out. 

He finally executed a nimble leap, springing into bed with me. His nose once 
again started picking up the scent of my pussy. I removed my fingers from my 
snatch when I saw that he was eager to explore. 

"Go ahead, honey, do anything you want," I said. "You can sniff around my 
mound, baby." 

That was exactly what James proceeded to do. He flipped his nose around my 
pussy. It got me that much more excited. I liked the fact that he was 
warming up to me in a big way. 

I decided at that point to get him even more turned on by rotating my 
buttocks. If I just flipped my ass cheeks around, I thought, that would do 
the trick. That would get my lover as excited as hell. 

I flipped my ass cheeks. I began slowly, then started rotating them more 
quickly than before. 

Pretty soon I was flipping my buttocks around as quickly as I could, and I 
could see that James was getting more and more fascinated with things as 
they progressed. 

"How about sucking my ass-hole, honey, I'd like you to lick my butt," I 
said. "Go ahead, honey. Oh, yes, baby. Suck ass, darling. I want my ass-hole 
licked. You can do it, sweetheart. Oh, yes, baby." 

I was steering him along just right. He was truly worked up just watching my 
hips and ass cheeks move. He finally dropped his tongue downward toward my 
ass-hole. He began to slip his tongue inside my anus, and as he flipped his 
tongue back and forth, I felt like I had accomplished something great. After 
all, it's one thing to tell a man what you want him to do to you, but quite 
another to get a dog to communicate with you beautifully. 

He kept up his tongue stroking, slipping his tongue ever so eagerly inside 
my ass-hole. He kept driving it back and forth, enjoying every fervent 
stroke that he supplied. It was a beautiful, devastating event, and as my 
body began to flip around on the bed even more quickly than before, I was 
shoving my butt ever higher, meeting his convincing stabs that he would send 
forth with his tongue. 

"Suck my ass-hole," I loudly exclaimed. "Oh, yes, my dear. I love it, baby. 
Ah, sweetheart. This is good. So very good. Keep your tongue rotating, drive 
it inside my ass-hole, sweetheart." 

He kept on twisting his tongue until he began to drive it high into my 
rectum. I enjoyed every thrusting stroke that he sent my way. I knew that he 
appreciated the fact that I was giving him plenty of incentive by letting my 
butt toss back and forth. The more that I flipped my ass cheeks, the more 
invigorated and excited he became. 

He finally removed his tongue from my ass-hole. He looked at me longingly. I 
figured that he was waiting for the next message. He wanted to know 
precisely what I wanted, and I wasn't about to disappoint urn. 

I reached out with my right hand, permitting my fingers to slide around my 
snatch. I worked my fingers diligently, staring at him all the while, 
observing how excited he was becoming. 

"Go down on my pussy," I exclaimed. "I want you to tongue my snatch, 
darling. Oh, yes, you can work your tongue, honey. I know you can. You can 
drive it convincingly, baby. I really want you to do it, sweetheart. Oh, 
honey, darling, put it to work. Drive your tongue, sweetheart. Oh, yeah, 
honey, you can do it." 

I finally withdrew my fingers, giving my lover a chance to exercise his hot 
tongue. He decided to put it immediately to work. With great conviction and 
determination, he slipped his tongue into my pussy. 

If you don't think that I was in a wild-eyed state of anxiety when he 
started slipping his tongue into my snatch, then you have something else 
coming. Oh, I felt so great knowing that I had turned him on to that extent. 
He used his hot red tongue beautifully, sliding it back and forth inside me 
ever closer to a dramatic climax. 

"Oh, you're gonna get me there pretty soon," I exclaimed. "Oh, darling, keep 
doing it. Work your tongue, honey. Oh, drive your tongue into my mound, 
baby. Oh, slide it, honey, work it, baby. Slip it into me. Oh, suck my 
pussy. Oh, yes, suck it, darling. Oh, I really dig it, honey. Turn on the 
coal, sweetheart. Send your hot tongue deep into my gash. Baby. Oh, send it 
into my love pit, sweetheart. Oh, suck me, James, you can do it, baby. Drive 
your tongue, darling. Oh, work it, lover. Yes, sweetheart. Oh, you can do 
it, baby. Drive it quickly, darling." 

My ass cheeks kept twisting and turning as he continued to drive his tongue 
deep inside my mound. He was moving me ever closer to climax, projecting his 
tongue forward, sending it moving ever deeper into my pussy. 

"Oh, I'm gonna juice, honey, I've got to shoot," I cried out. "Keep sucking 
me, baby. Oh, I feel the itch all the way to my toes. You've got such a long 
tongue. Oh, when you put your long red tongue to work you're something else, 
sweetheart. Oh, keep it moving, lover. Yes, honey, stroke it, baby. Yes, 
darling, oh, keep it moving, sweetheart. Drive it. Oh, honey, keep on 
driving it. Send your tongue deep into my mound, lover. Oh, it's so good." 

I reached out and, with trembling fingers, massaged the back of my lover's 
head. I kept running my fingers up and down his rich coat, gasping and 
sighing as he pushed me ever closer to climax. He was every bit as excited 
as I was, eager to taste my hot pussy droplets. 

"Keep your tongue working," I exclaimed. "Oh, drive it, baby. Oh, I'm just 
about about there, honey. A few more strokes and I'll juice, baby. Yes, 
darling, oh, lover, keep sucking me. Drive your tongue into my mound, baby, 
oh, I'm there, lover, I'm there, baby. Oh, swallow it, sweetheart. Go after 
every drop of my hot juice. Oh, what an experience." 

The momentum of my body movements was thrusting me upward. I felt like I was 
going to take off and fly all the way to the ceiling. It was such a 
wonderful experience to watch James suck out every drop of my hot juice. His 
tongue kept on spinning, he kept on working it frantically, doing his best 
to receive every droplet of pussy juice that shot from my mound. 

"Finish me off," I called out, "oh, my dear. What a tongue you've got. You 
really know how to work it, baby. Ah, the way you slide it. It's such a 
wonderful feeling. Yes, honey, oh, it's so nice. You really sucked me, baby. 
I really gave you solid shots of juice. This was so good." 

It wasn't until James withdrew his tongue from my pussy that I was able to 
catch my breath. I lay back and relaxed, closing my eyes momentarily. I was 
happy over the fact that I had been able to turn him on so easily. It was a 
new challenge and one that had been successful. I was now taking on the 
animal kingdom after doing very well with human males. 

But I wasn't going to stop there. I figured for one thing that I owed my 
lover James something. After all, when a man gives you that much in the way 
of thrills, you want to pay him back. You want to provide him with some 
excitement. That's the way that I felt about James. So I reached out with my 
right hand and began to pump ever so slowly against his cock. 

I loved that dangling hunk of meat sandwiched between his legs. The longer 
that I worked my fingers against his pecker, the more entranced I became. I 
knew that I had to have him. I knew that we just had to engage in even more 
beautiful sex than what had take place so far. 

I toyed with his cock, running my fingers resourcefully up and down the full 
length of his spear for several long minutes. All the while he kept on 
panting, anxiously awaiting further action. I got the feeling that he was a 
whole lot hornier after I started jerking on his pecker than he had been 
before. After all, I had gotten off an orgasm, so he probably was hoping to 
do the very same thing. 

I kept working my fingers over his cock, gradually stepping up the pace, 
doing all that I could to keep James's interest at a very high level. 

"You have an absolutely beautiful dick," I told him. "Oh, honey, I really 
love it. I love touching it. I like the excitement we generate together, 
sweetheart. Oh, yes, this is so very nice. Ah, honey, I just love touching 
your cock. It's so good. Oh, it's so smooth, ah, just as smooth as satin. I 
love touching it." 

Even though James was bright, I knew he couldn't understand English. He was 
unable to understand everything that I was saying, but I was certain that he 
understood one thing-that I was getting pretty carried away with him. He 
could pick up on the emotions that I was feeling, and as I began to allow my 
fingers to dart even more swiftly up and down his hard pecker, I got James 
to the point where he was more anxious than ever. 

I withdrew my fingers from his cock, then wondered if I had the guts to take 
the ultimate step. I had gotten him all excited, and now he needed release. 
Would I give it to him? 

I got down on all fours, looking back at James. I reached out, with my right 
hand, clutched at his cock. I hung on to it, then began to move it ever so 
slowly toward my pussy. 

"Maybe I'm crazy, James, but I want you, I want you real bad," I said. "This 
will be the greatest conquest of all, if you'll slip your pecker inside my 
pussy. I want you to juice inside my mound, lover. Oh, yes, darling, you can 
do it for me. We can have such a wonderful time together if you'll just flip 
your cock into my mound. Oh, honey, we're gonna make some beautiful music 
together. Just drive your cock inside my mound. Oh, baby, I want you to do 
it, sweetheart. I want you to explode inside my pussy." 

All the while I kept guiding his cock ever closer to my pussy. When he made 
his initial penetration with the assistance of my finger movements, I felt 
about ten feet tall. I was stuffing his hard dick into my pussy, and it made 
me feel so very wonderful. 

"Ah, you're inside me," I said. 

At the point at which his cock locked, I've got to admit that I felt some 
pain. But I wasn't about to let that bother me. Hell, sometimes when I 
fucked with guys I liked I experienced a little bit of pain, but I never let 
it bother me. All I knew was that I wanted that dog to thrust his prick into 
me until he juiced. I wanted to feel the savory sensations of his pecker 
juices spilling from the end of his spear into my mound. 

"I want you," I exclaimed. "Come on, baby, drive your cock. Oh, drive-it 
hard into my mound, baby. Give me a great fuck, sweetheart. Yes, honey, oh, 
drive your trigger into my mound. Come on, honey, give me a great screw." 

In order to provide him with even more in the way of incentive, I began to 
wiggle my ass cheeks again. It was a message that was becoming increasingly 
clearer to James every time out. 

My hot four-legged lover thrust his hot dick forward. He really slammed it 
into me. The first few times it hurt one hell of a lot, but I sure wasn't 
about to complain. Oh, no, we had come all this way together, and I was 
going to enjoy every solitary cock stab. I would dig every bit of it, right 
up until he orgasmed in my mound. 

"Drive your cock," I said. "Oh, I'm like a furnace inside. I really love the 
way you're stabbing me with your pecker. Oh, drive your cock forward, honey. 
Yes, lover, Oh, I want it, I really want it." 

With forceful efforts, he kept on sending his huge pecker ever deeper into 
my pussy. He kept on grinding away, letting his hot dick stab ever deeper 
into my mound. I kept wiggling my butt back and forth, enjoying every 
probing movement, moving that much closer to orgasm myself. 

"Oh, I'm getting set to juice," I told James. "My juices are gonna fly, 
honey. Oh, yes, baby, I'm gonna shoot. Yes, oh, the juices are gonna shoot 
out of me, sweetheart. What a great fuck we're having, sweetheart. Oh, just 
keep sending your hot dick deeper into my pussy. Keep up the movements. Keep 
driving your hot cock, baby. Oh, send it into me good and hard, darling. 
Drive it fast, baby. Yes, oh, yes, come on and fuck me. Oh, give me a good 
hot fuck. Drive your cock, baby. Oh, I really dig it." 

At that point I juiced. My whole body came unglued. As I trembled, he fucked 
me even harder, moving his spirited dick that much deeper into my mound. 

"Come on and unleash your juices," I sighed. "Oh, yes, my darling. Oh, baby, 
you're gonna shoot. I know you are. Get rid of your hot juices, darling. Oh, 
honey, baby, this is so good." 

My body trembled some more as I began to feel the first few hot droplets of 
his jissum spilling from the end of his cock and into my waiting mound. 

"Oh, you're there, you're there, you're really there," I exclaimed. "This is 
so great. Honey, oh, I knew that we'd share all kinds of intimate 
experiences. Oh, I knew it when you started sucking my pussy. We're a great 
team, sweetheart. Oh, did you ever do a job on my pussy. Ah, your really 
left a stream of hot white juice. I wonder if you're gonna make me pregnant, 
honey. Maybe I'm gonna have puppies." 

I burst into laughter at my own joke. It was really something, receiving 
those spirited stabs from James's pecker. 

With great eagerness I reached out and grabbed his cock, tugging on it. A 
few moments later he removed his cock from my snatch. 

It took me several minutes to catch my breath. After I had done so, I found 
myself longing for even more intimate contact with my lover. 

I wondered if I ought to go even further. I started thinking about how 
exciting it would be to let my tongue loose against his cock. I wondered if 
I could do it, or if he would like to receive my tongue stabs as much as I 
would enjoy providing him with them. 

After a good deal of sober reflection, I figured that it wouldn't hurt me to 
at least reach out with both hands and start pumping up and down on his 
pecker. If I just played with his cock, I told myself, then I would soon be 
able to make up my mind as to whether I wanted to suck him off or not. At 
any rate, I recognized I'd already accomplished quite a bit. I had brought 
him off in my mound, and had let him suck me to a beautiful orgasmic climax. 

As my fingers kept moving briskly up and down his hard cock, James flipped 
his head in the air. He looked like one hell of a proud dog, and I was 
convinced that he probably would enjoy having me go down on him. 

"I'll just bet you would like a suck job," I laughed. "I'm just the girl to 
do it, honey. Oh, yes, I would, really enjoy sucking you, baby. 

Ah, I'm really gonna stroke your dick. Just wait until I turn my tongue 
loose, baby. If you think these fingers are something, wait till I suck 
you." 

It bothered me a little that I found myself talking to James so much. I 
wondered if I was flipping out, communicating with a dog that way, and 
getting ever hungrier for sex with him. But I wasn't about to worry for 
long. Not when I was as excited as I was. I kept dreaming about doing more 
and more with him, and finally I figured it was time to start putting my 
tongue to work on his cock. 

I leaned my head forward and began to stroke his cock with my tongue. I 
worked my tongue slowly over the tip of his rod, then began to step up the 
pace, working my tongue more eagerly and swiftly than before. 

It made me feel good to see how he was reacting. His body was twisting back 
and forth as he enjoyed the tongue stabs that I kept on supplying for him. 

I reached out and began to jerk at his balls. I loved touching them. It made 
the whole act of sucking his cock take on much greater excitement and 
significance. 

My head bobbed wildly like a girl dunking for apples at a Halloween party. 
As I drove my tongue ever more swiftly, I kept pushing my lover that much 
closer toward climax. 

I jerked that much harder on his balls, sucking eagerly as I pushed him 
toward orgasm. 

It didn't take any more than a few more minutes before he unleashed his 
juices inside my mouth. As he began to shoot, I braced myself, anticipating 
a big load of sperm. 

I wasn't disappointed in the least. The juices kept spraying, shooting 
wildly out of the end of his organ, spurting into my waiting mouth. 

Eagerly I went after every droplet that shot from his rod. I wanted to give 
him all the excitement that I could, to provide my lover with every bit of 
enjoyment that I could muster. So I sucked as conscientiously as I knew how, 
gobbling up every droplet of his hot cock juice. 

When I turned my tongue loose from my lover's pecker, I felt a tremendous 
amount of exhilaration. 

With great fondness I reached out and patted my dog on top of the head. I 
then hugged him, after which I kissed him on the nose. 

"You're so great, honey, oh, did you ever give me lots of wild sensations," 
I said. "You're a very beautiful young man, you are. Oh, if I weren't 
already married, I'd marry you." 

I finished that little wisecrack about marriage and I just happened to think 
that my husband would probably be happening along pretty soon. I looked up 
at the clock and recognized just how long it had been since he had gone out. 
My fucking session with my beautiful canine had taken a lot longer than what 
I had thought. That's the way that it is. When you're having that much fun, 
time seems to vanish in a flash. 

My lover James went to sleep in a corner of the room. As he slept, I stepped 
into the shower. 

When Dennis arrived in the room a few minutes later, just as I was stepping 
out of the shower, he looked at me and smiled. 

"That's so sweet of you, dear, to take a shower," he said. "That's so very 
thoughtful. I want to make love to your beautiful body right now." 

All I had to do was stretch out in the bed. I spread my legs, then watched 
as he jumped into bed. He let his fingers move tantalizingly over my blonde 
strands of pussy hair. 

"I want to eat your snatch," he said. "I love your beautiful body, honey. 
Just keep those legs open nice and wide. I'm gonna tongue your snatch." 

I lay back and relaxed, enjoying the vigorous tongue stabs that he supplied 
for my pussy. A few moments later I juiced. I was really laughing on the 
inside, recognizing all the sex that I had had that evening. First it had 
been James, and now my husband Dennis. 

* * * 

SUMMARY 

I gave Sheila an opportunity to elaborate on the subject of her German 
Shepherd dog. 

"What happened to your dog after that evening?" I asked. 

"Oh, we sent him back to the United States the next day," she giggled. "We 
kept him in a very nice dog hotel, a very exclusive one for show dogs. Then 
we picked him up when we got back home." 

"Do you still have sex with the dog?" 

"Of course I do," she laughed. "What kind of a fool do you take me to be? 
With him around, I naturally would take advantage of his obvious assets, 
like his bulging cock that can never seem to get enough action." 

"Is your husband suspicious in any way about your affair with the dog?" I 
asked. 

"He knows all about it," Sheila told me calmly. 

"You mean you told him?" 

"Yes, I did. Actually it was either a case of me telling him or him finding 
out." 

"How do you think he would have found out?" 

"A dog can be just like a man. I mean, the more he gets used to you, the 
more liberties he'll take. I remember one day. I was in the bathroom and I 
just stepped out of the shower. I was leaning over to pick up a towel and 
the next thing I knew his hot red tongue was plunging inside my ass-hole. 
James had snuck into the room. I just about had a heart attack, wondering if 
Dennis had seen us. Luckily he hadn't." 

"I see. You felt that it would be less of a shock if you told him about it 
than if he would have found out on his own," I surmised. 

"That's exactly right. He flew into quite a rage when he heard about it. As 
a matter-of-fact, at one point he even said that it's either him or the dog, 
that he wouldn't be playing second fiddle to an animal. He said we had to 
get rid of James." 

"What did you say about that?" 

"I told him I wouldn't think of it. I said that if he made me get rid of my 
dog that I would divorce him." 

"Did he make an effort to divorce you?" 

"Heavens, no. I know how to handle Dennis," she laughed. "As a 
matter-of-fact, I found it was a good lesson for him. He's got to learn he's 
not all that important. I've got to keep him in his place. He's just like 
any other man. He's just got more money. That's all. That's the only thing 
that sets him apart from any other guy that I've screwed with. I'll tell 
you. I'm the kind of girl who's used to getting exactly what she wants. If 
he wouldn't take me, many other guys would. He knows it and that bugs him. 
No, I put him in his place. He quieted down fast. Now he doesn't say 
anything. He feels awfully uncomfortable knowing that I've got a dog around 
that I'm fucking with, though." 

"Has he ever actually seen you in the act of intercourse with the German 
Shepherd?" 

"No, he hasn't. But you've given me a good idea. Maybe I ought to perform 
some time while he's there." 

"I wouldn't recommend that. You'd at least hurt his feelings, but you might 
do even more. You might drive him into a rage." 

"That would be cute," she laughed, clapping her hands with wild-eyed 
expectancy. "Every now and then he does lose his temper. I like the 
opportunity to put him in his place." 

"You're always talking about putting your husband in his place," I said. 
"Why is it that you derive such great pleasure from doing that?" 

"It's the key to a good relationship with a man. You've got to let him know 
exactly where you stand." 

"I always thought that good relationships were built on mutual trust, love 
and understanding. You mean you would dispute that?" 

"You bet I would. I'll bring these guys to their knees. They'll suck my slit 
any time that I tell them to." 

"I think you've got a very warped attitude about life, Sheila," I said, 
unable to contain myself any longer in the face of all that she had said. 
"You've been very lucky to have been born both beautiful and into a rich 
family. I think that it's all gone to your head. You're twenty-one years of 
age and very immature. I hope that you learn something about life very 
shortly." 

"I know more about life than you could ever hope to know," she growled. 
"Just because I tell it like it is you don't like it. Some men are that way. 
They just don't like to hear the truth." 

"It isn't that I don't like to hear the truth," I explained. "It's just that 
I hate to see anybody act in such a fashion. I'd say the same thing if I 
were interviewing a man who was telling me about how subservient he thought 
women were. I think that life should be a two-way street in any type of 
relationship, whether it be a marriage, two lovers, or a platonic one." 

"That's a lot of garbage. If I didn't take advantage of these men, they'd 
take advantage of me. 

"That doesn't appear to be the case where your husband's involved," I 
pointed out. "It appears that that poor soul is getting nothing but static 
after all he has done for you. Remember, if he's a man that wealthy, he can 
easily find himself another woman. If you don't watch your step, just maybe 
he'll do that." 

"I'm not worried." 

"No, that's the major problem with you. You seem to see everything through 
rose-colored glasses. The world isn't put together as simply as you think it 
is." 

"You've sure got a nasty way of putting things," she exploded. "I thought 
you said you wanted me to tell it like it was." 

"Sorry," I did my best to cool her down as quickly as possible. "I did say 
that. It's just that it seemed you were attacking men in such an 
unjustifiable way that I did take a little bit of offense. I'm sorry if I 
did." 

"You guys are all the same," she grumbled. 

"You just can't take it." 

"I wish you'd remember one thing, Sheila. There's a possibility that some 
day you'll get hurt by either a man or a woman. Perhaps some woman will come 
between you and a man that you happen to think something of. Or maybe your 
husband Dennis or somebody else could turn around and like to put you in a 
subservient position." 

"It won't happen," she shook her head stubbornly. 

"Everybody doesn't play the game of life like you do. If they did, it 
couldn't help but happen," I told her. 

"I don't understand your point." 

"I think you do. I think you understand very clearly. You just don't want to 
admit the truth. That selfishness begets more selfishness. I hope that for 
your own good you wise up before it's too late. Apparently you have a kind 
man who is all too generous in his attitudes. If you don't watch out, 
you're-likely to lose him." 

"I don't care to listen to any more of this," she said abruptly, getting up 
from the chair she'd been sitting in. "Good day, sir." 

"I've just been trying to point out some of the realities of life to you," I 
said. "If you take offense it's because you want to take offense." 

"It's a waste of time trying to talk to anybody like you," she fumed, 
walking out the door and quickly slamming it shut. 

Of all the interview subjects I have dealt with, Sheila reacted the most 
angrily. It was obvious that she didn't want to hear anything that in any 
way contradicted her beliefs. 

The one thing that Sheila has in her favor, however, is her youth. Since she 
is only twenty-one years of age there is always a chance that in the 
foreseeable future she will begin to see things differently. 

It is to be hoped that Sheila will ultimately mature. Despite her beauty and 
brains, her selfish, one-sided attitude sullies her positive attributes. 


THE END 


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