AH-1015  Raped By Her Pet
[aka 'The Animal Sex Syndrome' or 'Animal Sex Mates']
(Pattie Carr)


FOREWORD 

Bestiality-sexual intercourse with animals-is a recurring theme in human 
history. Folk legends speak of women raped by bulls, strange monsters...even 
swans. Considering the trauma that must result from such an unnatural 
mating, it is not surprising that the female partners in such acts often 
require extended psychiatric help. 

For theirs is a unique horror; their bodies have been violated by the beast. 

In ancient times, such a female victim was stoned, or otherwise put to 
death. In our modern age most of us are more enlightened. We realize that 
such behavior can only result from some deep-seated need or anxiety. We 
realize that these women must have been-or are-in the throes of some 
terrible mental pain. In our compassion we seek to cure it 

This cure is in the realm of the psychiatrist Using the specialized psychic 
tools of his trade the psychiatrist will dig into the mind of the woman. 
Hopefully, he will either relieve the anxieties that caused the act to occur 
in the first place-or he will remove the anxieties that have come as a 
result of the act 

The cases described in this volume have been selected from doctor's files 
around the world. Each has been specially chosen to illustrate the unique 
situation of the woman who has experienced some form of sexual intercourse 
with animals. It is hoped that the study of such cases will give us even 
greater insight into that dark, unexplored region of the human mind. 

Naturally, the names of the patients have been changed, and no character 
depicted in these pages is meant to represent any actual person, living or 
dead. Also, in order to make the files easier to understand they will be 
presented, occasionally, in anecdotal form. 

This book is dedicated to those men-the psychiatristswho labor to free us 
from those thoughts that bring us pain. 

CASE ONE 

"I could feel his huge, smooth penis rubbing up against me in the dark..." 

NAM E: Mason, Ida. AGE: 33 HEIGHT: 5'5" WEIGHT: 134 lbs. 

REASON FOR REFERRAL Trauma result from sexual relations with a bull. 

DOCTOR: How long were you in Spain? 

IDA; About five weeks. It was the first time I'd ever gone abroad. 

DOCTOR: Then this was your first bull fight 

IDA: Yes. And I didn't go until my last week. I'd heard about the cruelty of 
the bullfight and I didn't know whether I'd be able to stand it But I went 
anyway. 

DOCTOR: Describe your sensations as you were sitting in the arena. 

IDA: The color... the sound. I don't know if I can describe everything that 
I felt I think it was the spectacle itself; the idea of the presence of 
death in the arena that excited me. The matadors..... 

DOCTOR: Then you were excited by the men in the arena? 

IDA: Oh yes. I remembered I gasped when the matadors first came out, with 
their tight pants. I mean, you could see all the muscles in their asses 
move, and you could see the pricks bulging out from the front of their 
pants. I remember thinking that the matadors must get sexual pleasure from 
playing with death. I remember wondering how they treated their women. 

DOCTOR: But the matadors weren't the main source of your stimulation. 

IDA: Oh, no. They were brave and strong. But it was the bull that I was 
attracted to. The bull was even braver and stronger. For they had to cut him 
before they could fight him. All of the odds were in the matador's favor. I 
remember thinking how nice it would be to comfort the bull just before he 
went out to die. It would be a wonderful thing. It was a fantasy. 

DOCTOR: But it didn't remain just a fantasy. 

IDA: No. I watched them kill the bulls. I watched those great animals fight 
with all their strength until their blood flowed out of them and soaked the 
sand. And then I knew what I had to do... 

She could still hear the roaring inner ears, even though the arena had long 
since emptied, and the Spanish night was closing over her. Still Ida sat in 
her seat near the front of the arena. In the moonlight she could still see 
the bloodstains in the sand before her. She shuddered; she wanted to leave, 
but she knew she could not. There was something about this vast space that 
held her in her place. There was the smell of death, and Ida could feel her 
thighs begin to tremble. 

"You are here alone, Senorita?" 

Ida turned to the sound of the voice. It was one of the matadors who had 
fought earlier in the day. 

"I can't get over how beautiful it all was," Ida said, aware that her voice 
had taken on a dream-like quality. "I can't forget how beautiful you were 
out there on the sand." 

"You too are beautiful, Senorita, if I may say so." 

Ida smiled her thanks, and the matador sat down beside her. Perhaps she was 
beautiful, Ida thought. Other men had told her so. Looking in the mirror, 
she could understand how men might be attracted to her. She had an 
attractive face, and long blonde hair that fell down across her shoulders. 
Her breasts were not large, but they were firm. One man had even told her 
that they were the kind of breasts mat men love to suck on. 

Yes, Ida thought, she did have a beautiful body. Her legs were long and her 
waist was slim. Still, there was something missing in her life, and she did 
not know what it was. Perhaps, she thought, she was afraid to find out 
Perhaps the matador would show her. 

"I'm surprised no one had come along to throw me out," Ida said. 

"We are a very easy-going people," the matador said with a thick accent, 
letting his hand fall onto Ida's leg. "We try not to force people to do 
anything they do not want to do." 

Ida could feel the man's hand brushing up and down her thigh. She thrilled 
to the thought that just a few hours before that same hand had done battle 
with one of the great fighting bulls. She did not try to move away. The hand 
moved higher, pulling up her skirt 

"Sometimes it's hard to know what you want," Ida whispered. "I don't even 
know why I stayed here in the arena." 

The matador reached over and licked Ida's ear. Ida trembled. For a moment 
she had imagined that there was a bull beside her, reaching out to kiss her. 

"Perhaps you were waiting for me, Senorita." 

"Perhaps," Ida said. With that she turned to him and spread her legs. The 
matador's hand slid up her thigh and came to rest on the bulge of her 
vagina. His hand on the nylon of her panties rustled in the night 

She did not speak again, and there was no need to. The matador now 
understood that Ida had given herself to him, although he-nor she-did not 
fully understand why. 

But he did notquestion providence. The woman had her mouth open under his, 
and her tonguethick and tense-had darted into his mouth and was licking the 
insides of his cheeks. The matador responded, closing his lips over the 
tongue and sucking at it, then thrusting his own tongue into Ida's mouth for 
her to do the same. 

Ida sucked on the matador's tongue. At the same time, she put her hands down 
at her sides to enable him to unbutton her blouse. This the matador quickly 
accomplished. Ida reached behind her back, unhooked her bra, and flung the 
garment out onto the blood-stained sands where earlier she had seen the bull 
die. 

Now the matador's hands and lips were everywhere. 

"Senorita," the matador said, "you have beautiful tits... beautiful." He 
cupped them in his hands and squeezed them softly, running the tips of his 
index fingers over the tiny, hard nipples on the ends. Ida closed her eyes 
and tried to remember the sounds in the area earlier in the day; the 
picadors, and their horses, the band, the presidente. And the bulls. The 
enormous charging bulls with the monstrous organs swinging free below their 
belly. 

Now the matador had gently lifted one of her breasts with his fingertips and 
taken the nipple into his mouth. He gently sucked on it. 

This was good, Ida thought. Very good. It did not seem strange at all that 
the two of them should be sitting on concrete benches in the middle of a 
deserted bull ring making love. Spain was bull rings and bull rings were 
love, or so at least it seemed. 

The matador began to suck harder and Ida put her hand on his neck and gently 
urged him on. At the same time the man had slipped his fingers past the 
nylon of her panties and was toying with the lips of her vagina. It felt 
good to Ida, and she hunched forward on the lip of the concrete and spread 
her legs. She sighed as she felt the matador' s finger slide into her body. 

Ida imagined she could hear the snorting and pawing of the bulls in the 
arena as the matador sucked on her breasts and fingered her vagina. She had 
visions of a huge bull charging toward her, and then stopping a few inches 
away. His long tongue came out and licked at her bare breast... 

"Oh," Ida moaned. And she could fed the insides of her thighs growing damp. 

"Come," the matador whispered around the nipple that he held securely 
between his lips. "I want to feel you coming on my finger." 

Ida continued to come, as long as she held the image of the bulls in her 
mind. 

The matador sucked at the other breast for a few minutes and Ida continued 
to flow. She could feel her juices soaking into her panties and skirt And 
still she came. 

"Senorita," the matador said, breathless, his body heaving up and down, "I 
can stand it no longer!" 

Ida knew that she could not resist him, even if she wanted to. And she did 
not want to. The matador was connected with the bulls and the bulls were 
what she craved. If she could not have a bull, she would have its master. 

Ida raised herself on her bands, and the matador hooked his fingers over the 
edge of her panties and pulled them down off her ankles. Ida stepped easily 
out of them, and flicked the garment into the ring along with the discarded 
bra. Then she sat back down on the lip of the concrete apron, leaned far 
back and lifted her legs up into the air. Then she spread them apart 

The matador groaned passionately, and sank down onto his knees, between her 
legs. He stayed there for a few moments, content to play with her vagina, 
and stare up the orifice into the dark warmth of her body. And then he 
brought his head down on her. 

The matador's hands caressed the insides of Ida's thighs as his tongue and 
mouth worked on her vagina. Ida could feel the suction of the matador's 
mouth pulling her vaginal lips in between his teeth. He nibbled on them 
gently, then released them only to crane his neck and being his tongue up 
along the groove of her genitals. Once he lifted her up and tongued her 
anus. 

It was wonderful, Ida thought It was something a bull might do; it was an 
animal act, and that excited her. She bent forward and grasped the matador's 
hair, pulling him even further down onto her. 

"Don't stop," Ida whispered. "Be an animal. Take me like an animal!" 

Her words had the desired effect on the matador. His head bobbed up and down 
even more quickly, and his tongue began to drive ever deeper into her body. 
Ida grabbed hold of her knees and spread them out as far as they would go. 
The matador sighed and moved his tongue in further, lapping at her distended 
clitoris. 

Ida had never experienced such a sensation before; it felt as though a 
thousand tiny tongues of flame were licking over her body. 

Ida raised her legs and let them drop over the matador's back. He reached 
under her body and grasped her buttocks, digging his fingers into the soft 
flesh of her buttocks. 

Ida's passion had served to distend her vagina and the matador's mouth was 
now inside her body, mouthing and tonguing all her soft parts. And he had 
grasped her clitoris between his lips and was sucking it Ida closed her eyes 
and imagined a great bull charging toward her; it stopped as it reached her, 
and dropped down on its forelegs, nuzzling between her legs; Ida locked her 
legs over its great horns as the great tongue slipped out of the dripping 
muzzle and lapped at her crotch. 

Ida trembled as she felt her vagina contract, smearing come all over the 
matador's face. The matador sank back, gasping for air. 

"My God!" the matador exclaimed, "I have never made love like this before, 
Senorita. It is like being in the ring, facing the bull." 

There was a singing in Ida's ears. He had said it was like being in the 
ring! She must do something to show the matador how she felt! 

Even as the matador leaned against the concrete, wiping a hand across his 
face and struggling to regain his breath, Ida reached out and laid her hand 
on his swollen crotch. The matador sighed and leaned back even further, too 
tired to do anything but accept passively what Ida was about to give him. 

But Ida was inexhaustible, filled with new strength born of unnatural 
desire. In a moment she had stroked his crotch to the point where the 
swollen penis was bursting inside its cloth prison. Then she slowly 
unbuttoned the matador's pants. 

His large rod thrust out at her. Ida could contain herself no longer. Very 
quickly she pulled down his pants, breached beneath for his penis, and 
cradled his testicles in her hands. The matador began to moan softly, and 
rocked back and forth. 

"Senorita, you are driving me mad!" 

But Ida barely heard him. Her consciousness was caught up in the closeness 
of the bull ring, and the smell of the animals. She almost imagined shecould 
heard the roar of the crowd, cheering for her, urging her on. The matador's 
penis was the spear on which she would impale herself. 

Taking a deep breath, Ida leaned forward and sucked the matador's penis into 
her mouth. Drunk with pleasure, the matador cried out and beat at the 
concrete with his hands. 

But Ida had a firm grip on his buttocks, and his penis was completely 
inserted into her mouth; she could feel the muscles on its underside 
writhing as the pressure of his semen built up inside his testicles. She 
liked it this way, she thought, she liked the feel of alt of him inside her, 
the head of his rod bumping against the back of her throat She had never 
done this before, yet now it seemed the most natural thing in the world. The 
matador had stuck the bull with his sword, now she was stuck with his penis. 
Somehow the act made her feel closer to the great black animals who fought 
so bravely. 

This thought made her even more excited, and Ida reached down between her 
legs and thrust her middle finger up into her soaking vagina. That felt 
good. She began to masturbate, even as she increased the sucking on the 
matador's penis. Her free hand tickled his testicles, running over their 
surface, pinching the sack of skin and then stroking them. 

"Senorita!" the matador cried, "I must put it in you! I'm going to come! 
Please!" 

Yes, Ida could feel the first few drops of come rolling down her throat, 
sticking to the roof of her mouth. And she wanted the matador in her when he 
ejaculated. 

"Hurry!" 

Quickly Ida released the matador's penis, lay back and thrust her legs out 
to either side of her. The matador moved very quickly, laying on top of her, 
thrusting his hips forward, driving his stiff rod home to its warm target 

He came almost immediately, in perfect unison with Ida's third orgasm. 

Both of them cried out and clung to each other in the still night as their 
juices spurted from their bodies and mingled. Theirs was the sweet smell of 
stickly love assailing their nostrils, and the feel of their come running 
out of their bodies, down their legs, forming puddles on the concrete 
benches. The matador collapsed on Ida. But Ida's excitement was just 
beginning. Summoning all her strength, she pushed the matador off of her and 
sat up. The matador sat looking at her, an expression of disbelief clouding 
his eyes. 

"I never knew it could be like that, Senorita," he said thickly. "It was 
like heaven. I was coming...I thought I would never stop." 

"Did I make you happy?" 

"Oh, yes, Senorita. Happier than I have ever been in my life." 

"Then you must do something for me." Ida's breath caught in her throat She 
wondered if she would have the courage to say what must be said. 

"I will do anything you say, Senorita. I am your servant 

"...Then take me to the bull pens." 

DOCTOR: What did the matador say when you asked him to take you to the 
bulls? 

IDA: At first he seemed confused. I mean, he knew that most women were 
afraid of the bulls, and couldn't even stand the bullfights. But I was 
finally able to convince him that I really did want to see the bulls. And 
not just any bull, but the biggest and the strongest...the one that had been 
chosen for the most important fight the following day. 

DOCTOR: Do you think he suspected what you wanted to do with the bulls? 

IDA: Not at first I think he thought I just wanted to look at the bull But 
then I told him I wanted to be left alone in the pea Then I think he knew. 
At least he started breathing real hard. But he took me to where I wanted to 
go; the bull's name was Thunderbolt, at least that's the closest I can come 
to translating it into English. The matador took me to Thunderbolt's pen, 
and he left me there. It's impossible for me to describe to you what I felt 
when I stood outside that pen and looked at that beautiful creature. I 
started to come all over again. 

"Easy, Thunderbolt," Ida whispered into the stillness. "Easy, my darling." 

The mighty animal snorted and pawed at the ground. His nostrils flared out 
to one side. Ida seemed to remember reading somewhere about bulls having 
poor eyesight, and depending on their sense of smell. Then the bull could 
smell her. She wondered if he could tell that she was excited ...and she 
wondered what he would do about it. 

Ida knew that the bull could kill her in a matter of seconds. It would only 
take one quick charge, and then it would be over. 

But she must have the creature. Of that there was no doubt Without another 
thought of the consequences, Ida climbed over the rail fence and stepped 
into Thunderbolt's pen. 

The bull suddenly stopped very still. 

"Thunderbolt my darling. Easy, now, I won't hurt you." 

The bull had stopped pawing, but its nostrils were still flared very wide. 
His small eyes followed her every movement as she walked up to him and laid 
her hand on his nose. A great muscle rippled in his back, and Ida closed her 
eyes and put her hand on his back. 

"You're so strong," Ida murmured. "And I want you so much!" 

Suddenly Ida tensed. She could feel the bull's muzzle on her bare chest. She 
had left her bra and blouse back on the floor of the arena, and now she was 
glad. There was no garment to interfere with the bull's attentions, and she 
preferred it this way. Everything must go smoothly. She could feel her 
nipples begin to pucker and stand out from her breasts. 

The bull seemed to notice to; and he could smell the woman's passion. He 
made an animal sound deep in his belly, and began to lick Ida's breasts. 

The bull's tongue was very long, powerful and smooth as it came up under her 
breasts and began to lap at them. It was so wide that one lap took in her 
entire breasts, and Ida lived for those brief instants when the nipple was 
in the exact center of the warm softness. And then the tongue was past, and 
her breast flopped back down on her chest. Then the tongue would be back, 
lifting and lapping again. 

Ida moved her body slowly back and forth so that the bull's tongue touched 
both of her breasts. Once the animal took a breast between its lips and Ida 
cried out with passion. 

He knew, Ida thought He knew what pleasure she was getting. 

Ida groped behind her until she found the wooden rails on the fence. She 
braced herself on them, then pulled herself up. 

The bull's tongue lapped lower and lower. Ida pulled herself up another 
notch, the bull's tongue was in line with her belly. Ida reached down and 
lifted her skirt up above her waist so that her moist vagina was completely 
exposed. 

The bull immediately sensed what Ida wanted him to do. He lowered his head 
still further, and then brought the entire length of his tongue swooping up 
along the crack of Ida's vulva. Ida bit her tongue and spread her legs out, 
hooking them over the rough wooden rails. 

Now the bull had his muzzle against her vagina, spreading the wet vaginal 
lips further and further apart Ida's breath was coming in short, quick 
gasps, trickling in labored sighs into her tortured lungs. 

Bracing herself against the wooden slats she reached down and grasped the 
bull's horns, holding him in closer and closer to her body. All the while 
she whispered in his ear, urging the animal on and on. 

Once again she was coming in a continual stream of love juice, bathing the 
bull's snout, face and neck. The bull made snorting noises, and continued 
its licking. 

"I want you, Thunderbolt," Ida murmured, getting down from the fence, "I 
want you." 

Quickly she made her way around to the animal's side and dropped down to her 
knees, feeling in the dark along the beast's belly. Suddenly she gasped. 

She had touched the animal's penis; and it was larger than anything she had 
ever imagined. It thrust down out of his body, and was fully a foot and a 
half in length, hard and quivering with the beast's passion. Regaining 
control of herself, she reached up with both hands and began to stroke the 
member, clutching it in both hands and pushing the wet skin up and down as 
fast as she could. 

The beast stamped one foot, but did not move Every muscle in its body had 
gone completely rigid. 

"My Thunderbolt," Ida whispered, "my lovely Thunderbolt" 

She kissed the member while her mind raced. She must find some way to take 
the huge organ into her body. But how? 

Her hand came to rest on a long leather strap that was used for leading the 
animal abut She quickly grasped this, and threw it over the beast's back. 
Thunderbolt spread his hind legs out to the side and lowered the bottom half 
of his body. Ida lay on her back beneath the beast, facing its hindquarters. 
Next, she reached up and grasped the ends of the leather strap. This done, 
she anchored the soles of her feet on the beast's hocks, and pulled herself 
up by means of the leather strap. 

Higher and higher she raised herself, straining her back, feeling her soft 
flesh rub against the bull's hairy belly. And she was seized with trembling. 
Even so, she knew that she would not stop, could not stop. And she knew that 
she had dreamt of this moment all her adult life. It had been a secret 
dream, a suppressed dream. Until she had come to Spain. 

And then she had seen the bulls. Then she had known that she must feel one 
of the great animals moving inside her body, knew that she could never be 
content until she had. 

And now mat moment was at hand. Another inch, another half-inch... 

The quivering head of the bull's organ was against the entrance to her 
vagina. Ida braced her feet, turned her knees out to the side, and brought 
her hips up. At the same time, Thunderbolt began to hunch his hindquarters 
down. 

It was going in! Ida thought IT WAS GOING IN! 

The penis was massive. To move too quickly would hurt her. The bull seemed 
to sense this, for he stood very still, letting Ida control all the 
movements of her body. She eased herself onto the head of the penis until it 
was finally insider her. And then she pushed her hips forward still more. 

It was going in. All of it was going in, filling her up completely. It felt 
as though she now contained within her a mountain of throbbing, pulsating 
flesh. 

In up to the hilt! Ida screamed silently. It seemed impossible to her that 
such a thing had occurred; but it had. She could feel the massive head 
pressing against her womb; she could fed the long animal hair rubbing 
against her belly and buttocks. 

"Oh, my Thunderbolt," Ida whispered passionately, "empty yourself in me!" 

Now her arms were growing tired. She did not know how much longer she would 
be able to hold on to the leather strap she had throw around the animal's 
haunches. She gripped the ends of the strap even tighter and brought her 
hips up one more time. And then she felt the animal's muscles begin to 
twitch, and she knew it would not be long before her insides were flooded. 

Any moment now... 

DOCTOR: And then this beast ejaculated inside of you? 

IDA: Yes. It was a fantastic feeling. 

DOCTOR: Tell me again how you approached him in his pen. 

IDA: I told you. I came up to him, and he did not move away or try to harm 
me. He immediately started to lick my breasts. Then I moved in under him. I 
could feel his huge smooth penis rubbing up against me. It drove me wild. 
Everything happened just the way I explained it to you. What's the matter, 
Doctor? Don't you believe me? 

DOCTOR: I believe you believe what you've told me, Ida. But I also believe 
your fantasy life has taken over reality inside your mind. 

IDA: Well, I can always find another psychiatrist who at least believes me! 

DOCTOR: But that wouldn't solve your problem, Ida. You see, I do believe you 
had intercourse with the matador. However, I think you were raped. Not 
simply seduced of your own free will. 

IDA: No, no! I wanted the matador to do those things! He had been with the 
bulls! 

DOCTOR: No, Ida, he raped you. Since you have a puritan background, your 
mind was not able to accept this. Probably you did enjoy the experience; and 
it was this pleasure that you could not forgive yourself for. Isn't this 
true, Ida? Try to face reality. 

IDA: No, no! I had the bull! I wanted the bull! 

DOCTOR: No, you wanted to punish yourself, Ida. That's what you wanted. In 
fact, you may even have wanted to die rather than face the fact that your 
body had been violated by a man to whom you were not married. Having been to 
the bullfight, death was on your mind; and you began to fantasize about 
death, and about the ultimate experience of being raped. Rape by a fighting 
bull. This, to you, would be the ultimate punishment. Is this true, Ida? 

IDA: Yes, yes! He raped me, Doctor! I can never forgive myself! 

DOCTOR: Yes, you can, Ida. And we've already taken the first step toward 
discovering what it was that made you think you had to punish yourself in 
the first place. Soon we will have the answer. Then you will be well again. 

CASE TWO 

"Then he reared up and buried his organ in my body..." 

NAM E Swanson, Jerri. AGE: 29 

WEIGHT: 132 lbs. HEIGHT: 5'6" 

REASON FOR REFERRAL Trauma resulting from violation by a horse. 

DOCTOR: You say that your family has always raised horses? 

JERRI: Yes. The tradition goes back many generations. 

My family has always bred racers. And they're good at It My father's horses 
have won the top races in the country. 

DOCTOR: How did you fed about this? I mean, how did you feel about your 
father devoting most of his time to the breeding of racing stock? 

JERRI: It was his life, and mine, I suppose. That's all my family ever 
talked about was horses. I accepted it 

DOCTOR: Had you ever had intercourse with a man before the incident you 
describe? 

JERRI: Sure. I was no virgin by any means. I lost my cherry when I was 
fourteen; to a stable boy. And I'd had a succession of lovers all through my 
late teens and twenties. I mean, look at my body, Doc. Don't you think that 
I'm desirable? Don't you think men would want to fuck me? 

DOCTOR: Of course, Jerri. I don't question that I do question why you should 
suddenly feel an overpowering urge to mate with a horse. 

JERRI: I'm a passionate woman, Doctor. It was getting to the point where no 
man could satisfy me. I mean, I'd been to bed with three men at a time, and 
I was still hungry. But then when I saw that horse-the finest animal in my 
father's stable-I knew then what I had to have. I knew that that particular 
horse could satisfy me like no man had ever done. And I was determined to 
have him. 

DOCTOR: Tell me about when you first got these urgings. 

JERRI: I had spent the afternoon at the races... 

Jerry found herself jumping up and down and screaming as Fireball came 
around the stretch and raced toward the finish line. The other horse stayed 
with Fireball for a few steps, then gradually fell behind. Fireball crossed 
the wire three lengths ahead of the field. Jerry sank back, completely 
exhausted. 

She felt strange, and it took her a few moments to identify the source of 
her strange feelings. It was then that she realized that the insides of her 
thighs were damp. 

She had experienced an orgasm while watching Fireball win the race She 
looked over to the winner's circle where Fireball and his jockey were being 
photographed, and she felt a whole new series of spasms start inside her 
body. And she knew then what she must have. At first it was quite a shock. 
Then she settled down to the realization that she must possess Fireball. 
Only Fireball would satisfy the mad cravings of her body for sexual 
intercourse. For the ultimate experience in sexual intercourse. 

What her father had said was true; Fireball was the finest horse in the 
world; the largest and the strongest. The most magnificent animal that had 
ever existed. And she would have that horse, Jerri thought That would be the 
ultimate experience, and her burning appetites would settle for nothing 
less. 

She waited until the afternoon of the next day, until Fireball would be 
completely recovered from the strain and excitement of the race. Then she 
went down to the stables. She had known what she must do, and she had 
dressed for the part; before she could get Fireball, she must get past Tom, 
the trainer. And she knew just how to do it 

She was dressed in an extremely tight-fitting blouse that accentuated her 
massive, flowing breasts; the breasts that Tom had so often leered at Her 
short skirt was also tight, and her black stockings rustled against her 
flesh as she walked. Her high, stiletto heels made deep imprints in the dust 
as she approached the trainer who was busy walking Fireball around and 
around the small training corral behind the stables. 

Tom halted and watched her-staring openly at her bobbing breasts-as Jerri 
approached. Even Fireball pricked up his ears and whinnied as she 
approached. Jerri walked ahead, stretching back her arms and pretending to 
yawn. She could feel the breasts bulging inside her bra. Tom's eyes were 
wide, his mouth half open. She walked past him and held out a lump of sugar. 
Fireball whinnied his appreciation and took the sugar from her hand. Then he 
nuzzled her behind the ear. Jerri laughed and stroked his mane. 

"Hey," Tom said, his voice thick with barely concealed lust, "you know 
you're not supposed to be giving Fireball sugar. It's bad for his teeth." 

"Oh, c'mon, Tom," Jerri said, turning and facing him so that the tips of her 
breasts were only inches away from his arm. "Everybody needs a treat, don't 
you think so? Don't you think that even horses are entitled to a treat?" 

"I don't know. Your father says Fireball's not to have any sugar." 

"My father also says that nobody is supposed to ride Fireball. Don't you 
think Fireball gets tired of doing nothing but racing? Don't you think 
Fireball would like to spend an afternoon just trotting around the woods?" 

"Look, Jerri," Tom said, swallowing hard, "you know the rules around this 
place. You're talking a bout the greatest racing horse in all history...and 
you talk like he's just some riding nag. Fireball is delicate. He needs just 
the right handling. What would your father say if you took Fireball out and 
the horse broke his leg in a gopher hole or something? Your father would 
horsewhip us both!" 

"My father doesn't have to know everything that goes on around here, Tom," 
Jerri said smoothly. "I mean, there are many things I do that my father 
doesn't know about" 

Tom mumbled something, and Jerri was sure that he had understood her 
meaning. As if to emphasize it, Jerri leaned over and pretended to adjust a 
stocking. She gave him a glimpse of her garter. When she looked back, Tom's 
crotch was swollen up. He looked funny, trying to hide his erection with a 
riding crop. 

"I want to take Fireball out," Jerri said suddenly, "saddle him up for me!" 

"I can't do that, Jerri," Tom said, his eyes still glued to her leg. "You 
know I can't do that Besides, you're not dressed for riding." 

"I dressed to please you," Jerry said. "After all, I knew I would have to 
get your permission. So, if you're going to do me a favor, there's no reason 
why I shouldn't do you one." 

"I...I don't know what you mean." Tom's breath was rattling in his throat. 
"What favor could you do for me?" 

"Remember, everybody deserves a little treat," Jerri said softly. "It makes 
life more interesting." 

"What...what kind of treat?" 

Jerri looked the trainer directly in the eye. Then she smiled softly. "Tom, 
I'll let you feel me up. One fed, one ride. That seems fair enough." 

Tom appeared completely speechless. He shook his head in disbelief. Jerri 
laughed, reached out and touched Tom's bulging crotch. Tom jumped and let 
out a cry. A damp spot appeared on the front of his trousers. Jerri cupped 
her hands under her breasts. 

"Wouldn't you like to get a good look at these, Tom? I have big nipples. The 
biggest you've ever seen. You can hold them in your hand. You can take my 
bra off. You can run your hand up my leg. All you have to do is let me take 
Fireball for a ride. No on will ever know." 

Tom's answer was a strangled cry. He suddenly reached out and squeezed 
Jerri's right breast. The stain on his pants widened and grew larger. Jerri 
stood still for a moment, letting him squeeze the breast, then she stepped 
back. 

"Not here, you fool," Jerri said. "Tie Fireball up and come back in the bar. 
You can fed me there." 

With that, Jerri turned and started for the dark interior of the barn, 
swinging he hips as she walked. Tom hurried after her. He caught up to her 
just inside the barn and circled her waist with his hands. Jerri pushed him 
away. 

"Fireball?" 

"My God, Jerri, anything you say! Just let me at you!" 

"Have a good time, Tom," Jerri said, loosing his arm. 

Tom fell on her body like a starving man on a banquet feast. Jerri was 
slightly bored by it all, but she did all she could to assure that Tom would 
enjoy himself. And she knew she was succeeding, for the smell of fresh sperm 
permeated the stable. 

Tom's passion made him clumsy, but he continued to grope over Jerri's body, 
squeezing her breasts, pausing and rubbing his cheek up against the soft 
material of the sweater. He could fed the huge nipples poking out through 
the bra she was wearing. 

Once Tom reached down and touched the hem of Jerri's skirt. He paused there, 
looking up to see if Jerri was going to stop him. 

"Go ahead, Tom," Jerri said evenly, "get a good look at some pussy." 

Saliva was running down Tom's chin as he raised the hem of her skirt. He did 
it very slowly, as if wanting to prolong this singular pleasure. Inch by 
inch, the skirt came up, first revealing her knees, then her thighs, and 
finally the tops of Jerri's stockings and her garters. 

"My God, you're beautiful," Tom whispered, running his fingers up and down 
the legs, hooking his fingers inside the tops of the stockings, gently 
stretching the garters. "You're the most beautiful woman I've ever seen!" 

"Co ahead, Tom, have a good time. I'll have mine later." 

Tom didn't seem to hear her. All of his attention was now centered on 
Jerri's body. He didn't seem to be able to decide what he wanted to touch 
first He played with her stockinged legs a few more minutes, then touched 
the bulge of her vagina. But then he shied away, as if this part of her must 
be saved for last Quickly he straightened up and struggled to remove Jerri's 
sweater. Jerri watched him struggle for a few moments, then helped him. She 
drew the sweater up over her head and let the garment fall to the floor of 
the stable. Tom's eyes looked as though they would pop. Immediately he began 
to squeeze and kiss the cleft between her breasts. 

"Your bra...can I take it off?" It was the whimper of a small boy begging 
for an extra piece of candy. 

"Never mind," Jerri said, "I'll do it myself. With this she reached behind 
her back and unsnapped her bra. She shrugged her shoulders and the bra fell 
away. She was naked to the waist 

Once again Tom didn't seem to know what he wanted to do first 

But then his passion took over and he began to paw her wildly, slapping the 
great mounds of flesh back and forth in his palms, squeezing the giant 
nipples between his fingers. Like a man dying of thirst he licked at the 
nipples, taking them in his mouth and sucking at them, running his tongue up 
and down the cleft between her breasts. Through it all Jerri stood 
passively, letting him do with her what he wanted. 

But her eyes were on the animal out in the paddock; Fireball stood very 
still, staring into the barn, watching the two of them. Occasionally a 
muscle would shiver along his flank, and Jerri wondered if the animal knew. 

Fireball was so strong, so powerful; the king of horses. 

She closed her eyes and tried to imagine what it would be like-But first she 
must endure Tom. 

The smell of semen was even stronger now as Tom experienced orgasm after 
orgasm. And still he continued, seemingly without tiring. Jerri's nipples 
were becoming taut and distended from the constant sucking action of his 
lips. She was even beginning to enjoy it. And then Tom went down on her 
legs. 

Tom was making animal noises himself now, grunting and whimpering. He 
fumbled for a few moments with her panties until Jerry herself removed them 
for him. Then she braced herself on an overhead beam and lifted one leg so 
that Tom could get at her vagina. 

The trainer was on his knees now, feeling the vaginal lips with his fingers, 
inserting his middle finger into her body, moving it around and then 
removing it, only to start the whole process over again. Through it all 
Jerri waited patiently for the time when she and Fireball would be alone. 

It was true that her vagina was growing damp, but this was mainly due to the 
fact that she was thinking of the mighty stallion out in the paddock a few 
yards away from her. 

Now Tom was kissing her vagina, running his tongue up and down the groove 
between her vaginal lips. Jerri experienced a mild sensation of pleasure, 
and stretched her legs further apart. Out in the paddock Fireball was pawing 
and stamping the ground. 

Tom had taken her vaginal lips into his mouth and was sucking on them, all 
the while his tongue darting in and out, lapping at all her inner parts. She 
glanced down, saw a tremendous shudder go through Tom's body, then watched 
him sink back on the ground. 

DOCTOR: Tom passed out? 

JERRI: Yes. I guess the pleasure was too much for him. He'd come all over 
himself; his pants were soaked. I guess the physical exertion was too much 
for him. He went right out cold. And all the while Fireball was watching me. 
I hink he sensed that something unusual was about to happen. 

DOCTOR: Why do you say that? 

JERRI: His eyes were blazing. Also, he seemed very much aware of my 
presence. He seemed to know that I was there for him. 

DOCTOR: Did Tom keep his promise? 

JERRI: Yes. He knew he'd have to if he ever wanted to do the same thing to 
me. He'd had a taste of my body, and he'd certainly want more. So he kept 
his promise. As soon as Tom woke up he put a saddle on Fireball for me. I 
put my clothes back on and got onto the saddle. The moment I was on, 
Fireball reared and galloped off into the woods... 

The wind whistled in Jerri's ears as she hunched down behind Fireball's 
neck. She had let the reins go slack and Fireball ran at top speed, his 
mighty muscles bunching and uncoiling in his legs, propelling both of them 
forward with the speed of an express train. 

The feel of the racing animal underneath her drove Jerri to new heights of 
excitement. She had her legs out on either side of the horse, and the 
garters on her stockings were digging into her legs. Gripping Fireball's 
mane with one hand she reached down and unhooked the garters on both legs. 
Then she pulled the stockings free and let them fall away from her. 

Now she was unfettered. She dug her bare legs into the horse's side, lay 
down along his back, and let him run on. 

The saddle was between her and the horse, and she did not want that; 
Fireball was running so fast that it seemed as if his hooves barely touched 
the ground. The two of them were flying, floating above the ground. Still 
holding tight to Fireball's mane, Jerri inched her body up the horse's back, 
finally lifting one leg and then the other over the saddle horn. Now she was 
riding on the horse's bare back. 

Immediately a thrill ran through the length of her body. At the same time 
the animal shuddered and galloped even faster. 

Jerri could feel the ridge of the animal's spine riding along the groove of 
her vagina. It was hard, rubbing back and forth; and it felt so good. 
Quickly she reached down to her waist, grasped her nylon panties firmly, and 
tore the panties from her body. Now her flesh-the flesh of her genitals-was 
pressing against the hard ridge of Fireballs spine. Jerri pushed her hips 
even further forward, and began to hump up and down on the animals back She 
could fed the Juice of her love begin to flow, running down across 
fireball's back. Even the horse seemed to sense the fluid on his hide, for 
he whinnied and threw his head back toward Jerri. 

"Fireball, my handsome one," Jerri whispered into his outstretched ear, "we 
will know one another, you and I!" 

Quickly she pulled up her blouse and tugged the front of her bra off, 
exposing her breasts. These she pressed against the horse's neck, exulting 
in the feel of the coarse hair against her tender flesh. Then she sat up 
straight, allowing the movement of their ride to jerk her flesh back and 
forth. Her nipples were hard as rocks now, extending from the tips of her 
breasts. She began to massage herself, squeezing the flesh hard. All the 
time she continued to come, flowing down across the stallion's back. 

Fireball was becoming increasingly excited. Again and again he threw back 
his head and snorted and Jerri could see the whites of his eyes. 

He wants me, Jerri thought He knows, and he wants me! 

"Now Fireball," Jerri whispered, "stop at the edge of the meadow." 

It was as if Fireball understood her every word. He galloped hard to the far 
end of the wide meadow, then came to a halt 

Jerri slid off his back, raced around to his front and threw her arms around 
his massive neck. Again and again she kissed the stallion on the neck, 
tasting the salty foam on his hide, letting it run down over her chin. 

Fireball reacted the same way. He threw his head back and licked at her. 

The salt Jerri though, he likes the salt But he also wants me. 

"Take me," she whispered. "My body is swearing salt Fireball, lick it off!" 

She held him tightly, and the long, thick tongue of the stallion found her 
pendulous breasts and began to lap at them. Jerry sighed, thrusting her 
chest forward. Her whole body was aflame with passion. The great tongue 
lapped faster. Her nipples flew up and down with the force of the animal's 
licking and still Jerri did not pull away. She could feel his lips circling 
her breasts, taking them into his mouth, gently touching them with his 
teeth. Yet there was no pain; Fireball was very gentle, knowing exactly how 
much pressure to apply and when to let loose. Jerri hugged him even closer. 
Both of her breasts were raw and inflamed, and the pain only served to 
magnify her pleasure. She held the stallion's head in her hands and urged 
him on. And then she knew she must have the stallion's tongue between her 
legs. 

Jerri quickly looked around her for some means of raising herself. Her eyes 
fell on a huge log that had fallen down in the grass. 

"Here, Fireball," Jerri cried, turning and running toward the fallen log, 
"come with me." 

Jerri leaped up on the log and beckoned to Fireball. The horse reared and 
raced over to her. Gripping one of the branches, Jerry raised one leg as far 
as she was able. Immediately the horse lowered its head, stretched out its 
tongue, and brought it up into Jerri's crotch. Jerri screamed with passion. 
The sound feel on Fireball's ears, firing him also. The horse sensed that he 
was giving his mistress a great deal of pleasure and he continued to lick 
her. 

Jerri's vulva was soaked with come. And it continued to flow in a steady 
stream. The white fluid streamed down over the horse's muzzle and rolled off 
its tongue. Once the horse moved its withers to the side and Jerri had a 
glimpse of a massive organ jutting down from Fireball's belly. Her breath 
caught in her throat as she stared at the thing. She wondered how she would 
ever be able to take such an organ into her body. At the same time, she knew 
she had no choice but to try. 

By now her vaginal lips were extended to the point where Fireball's tongue 
was up inside her, moving about, rubbing against the soft tissues of her 
insides. Her own flesh was contracting again and again in massive orgasms, 
squeezing the animal's tongue. The tongue was like a living thing inside 
her, enflaming her passions. The huge tongue wrapped around her clitoris and 
tugged at it Jerri rested the one leg across the back of the horse's neck 
and she tugged at his mane, urging him on. Even as the tongue worked inside 
her, the wide lips were sucking at her vaginal lips. 

It was time. Her vagina would never grow any larger than It was now. It felt 
as though there was a gaping hole directly in the center of her body. If she 
was ever to attempt intercourse with the stallion, it must be now. 

Her mind raced, searching for some solution to the problem of position. And 
then she knew how she would do it Without a moment's hesitation Jerri 
wheeled and leaned out against a branch. At the same time she spread her 
legs and thrust her rump out towards the horse. The stallion whinnied, and 
then moved up on her. Jerri could feel his hot breath on her neck as he 
reared up and planted his forelegs on the branch on either side of her body. 
His hot tongue licked at the nape of her neck. At the same time, Jerri could 
feel the stallion's hindquarters inching up on her. Then the stallion reared 
higher, planting his forelegs on a higher branch; and Fireball's log-like 
penis was at the entrance of her vagina. 

"Come ahead, Fireball," Jerri whispered, reaching above her head and patting 
the stallion on the neck, "I want you in me." 

Fireball responded to the sound of her voice and thrust his hindquarters 
forward. The huge penis slid into her. 

Jerri cried out. There was a brief moment of pain that quickly changed to 
pleasure. It seemed as if the organ would never stop going into her; farther 
and father. She felt it touch the back of the womb, filling her up. 

"Fireball," Jerri whispered, "at last you're mine." 

At the same time, she gripped her own tree branch and began to move back and 
forth. The amount of movement was limited by the size of Fireball's organ, 
but still Jerri moved her hips back and forth until finally she exploded in 
a volcanic, erupting orgasm, greater than anything she had ever experienced 
before. 

When it was over, Fireball slowly backed away, came down on all fours and 
pawed the ground. Jerri stood still for a moment then collapsed to the 
ground. Concerned for his mistress, Fireball whinnied and came forward. But 
he found his mistress conscious and smiling up at him. Her eyes blazed, and 
her arms came around his neck once again. Her lips pressed against his ear 
and made the human sounds that he so loved to hear. 

"That was wonderful, Fireball," Jerri said. "For the first time in my life, 
I was happy. You satisfied me." 

Fireball stomped and shook his head. It had been a most unusual day. 

DOCTOR: Did you mean what you told the stallion? I mean, was this truly the 
first time you had ever been happy? 

JERRI: In a way, yes. All of my life, everyone had talked of horses. That 
was all they ever talked about. Even when I was very young, I used to cry 
for my mother. And my mother would come-but only after she had finished 
whatever else she was doing-and that something else usually had something to 
do with horses. I learned very quickly that the most important thing to my 
family was horses. 

DOCTOR: But you ended up the same way. You had intercourse with a stallion, 
and claimed this was the first time you had ever been happy. 

JERRI: That's true. Every other time, I had always used sex to get something 
that I wanted. Like with Tommy. This time it was different. I got pleasure 
out of the act I mean, I shivered all over when Fireball was licking my 
tits. Then he reared up and buried his organ in my body and I thought I'd go 
out of my mind with pleasure. I had never felt anything like it before. I 
was wonderful, Doctor. I wanted to do it again and again. 

DOCTOR: But you didn't. That was your first and last time. 

JERRI: Yes. I realized that what I had done was unnatural, and possibly even 
dangerous. I realized that there must be something wrong with me to make me 
do a thing like that. I wanted to make love with Fireball again, but I 
didn't. Instead, I came to you. I want to be helped. 

DOCTOR: And I think you can be helped. First we have to trace your 
difficulties to their source, and I think that's fairly simple. Obviously, 
you resented the fact that your family paid more attention to their horses 
than they paid to you. From a very early age, you had been asked to take 
second place to horses. You needed love, like any child needs love. This is 
why you were unable to ever give yourself to anybody, and enjoy the act 
itself. You had never received love, and so you had difficulty in giving it. 

JERRI: Then why was I so attracted to a horse? 

DOCTOR: Because horses were what everybody loved. You picked the biggest and 
the best stallion for your partner. In a way, you were getting back to your 
mother and father, showing them that the best would love you. After that it 
becomes rather complicated, but I think we're on the right track. 

JERRI: I hope so, Doctor. I really do. I would give anything to be able to 
lead a normal life. 

DOCTOR: Well, I don't think such a life is too far away, Jerri. Not if we 
both work hard. 

CASE THREE 

"Even as we swung through the trees, a hundred feet above the ground, I 
could feel his huge lips flapping around my breasts..." 

NAM E Smith, Mary. 

AGE: 31 HEIGHT: 56" WEIGHT: 129 lbs. 

REASON FOR REFERRAL Trauma resulting from intercourse with an orangutan. 

DOCTOR: Was this your first trip into the bush country? 

MARY: No, I'd been there many times before. My husband collected big-game 
animals for zoos, and so we were always going to Africa. I loved the country 
and its animals. I always looked forward to going there. 

DOCTOR: What made this time different? You mentioned that you were uneasy 
about this trip. 

MARY: My father had taken on a partner, a man by the name of Kruger. I could 
never understand why. My husband was a gentle man, and Kruger was a cruel 
one. Kruger was a wonderful hunter, but only because he loved to kill. He 
did not love animals the way my husband did. I guess my husband needed help, 
and Kruger was the only man he could find. 

DOCTOR: But that wasn't the only reason you disliked Kruger. Isn't that 
right? 

MARY: Yes. Kruger was a lecherous man. As you can see, many men would find 
me beautiful. And I am remarkably well-endowed. Kruger was always eyeing me, 
and making smutty remarks. Once he even reached out and touched my breast He 
was always kidding about how he'd like to get me into his sleeping bag. I 
was afraid of him. I knew that he wouldn't hesitate to rape me if he ever 
got me alone. 

DOCTOR: Did you tell your husband about these things? 

MARY: Yes. But he didn't take them very seriously. He said that was Kruger's 
way of joking and that I'd just have to get used to it He said that this was 
the way some men acted in the bush. He said Kruger was lonely. 

DOCTOR: Other from words, did Kruger ever have a chance to bother you? 

MARY: Not really. Once I had fallen behind the rest I turned a corner and 
found Kruger standing in the middle of the trail with his pants down. He had 
a tremendous hard-on. I didn't know what to say. He was begging me to take 
it in my mouth. He said he'd never bother me again if I just sucked it for 
him. I didn't though. I screamed for Jack, my husband, and Kruger pulled his 
pants up. 

DOCTOR: What did your husband say about Kruger exposing himself to you? 

MARY: I didn't tell him. I was afraid that Jack would kill Kruger if I ever 
told him what Kruger had said and done. I just told Jack I'd been afraid. 
But I warned Kruger that I would tell Jack the next time he even looked at 
me cross-eyed. 

DOCTOR: And he heeded this warning? 

MARY: Yes. But he was terribly angry. I suppose he was pretty frustrated 
too. I understand men get pains in their testicles when they get excited and 
can't do anything about it If Kruger was hurt, I was glad. But he was angry. 
I think he wanted to kill me. Of course, he couldn't do anything to me, so 
he decided to kill something else. I can still remember him taking his big 
rifle from one of the gun bearers....... 

"Kruger," Jack Smith said, "what the hell are you doing? There's no danger 
around here." 

Kruger did not answer. There was a fantastic rage boiling within him. He 
could see Mary walking just ahead of him, her firm, round buttocks packing 
tightly into her jeans. He could imagine her full breasts bobbing up and 
down as she made her way down the trail...... 

Kruger's hand caressed his rifle. 

Cod, he thought, how he'd like to fuck that woman. But that seemed out of 
the question. He'd just asked her to do a simple little thing like suck him 
off and she'd acted like the world was coming to an end. Now his balls hurt; 
and he knew they'd keep on hurting, as long as that luscious woman was 
walking around next to him, and as long as he stood no chance of getting his 
hands on her. 

Damn! Kruger thought Goddamn! 

His rage was a living thing, clawing at his insides. Kruger hurt And that 
was bad, for Kruger was not a man who liked to hurt alone. 

"Just checking my gun," Kruger snarled. He might have added that he 
considered Jack's wife to be a tight-assed bitch. What the hell, she could 
give him something in this forsaken jungle, even if it was only a little 
blow job. But Kruger did not say it The fact of the matter was, he was more 
than a little afraid of Jack Smith. And he knew that the next time he 
bothered Mary, he would have her husband to deal with. 

He'd ache the rest of the trip. 

"There's no need for that gun here," Jack said. "There's nothing in this 
part of the jungle that can harm us." 

"I told you I was just checking my gun! Damn it, it's my gun and I'll do 
anything I want with it!" 

Jack Smith turned and whispered to his wife. They both laughed, and this 
only served to enrage Kruger further. 

Smith was right about there being no danger to them in this part of the 
forest. They were high in the mountains of central Africa. They had left the 
leopards, lions and tigers back on the plains and in the lowlands. This was 
gorilla country; primate country. Here there were only gorillas, chimps, 
monkeys and the strange, rarely-seen orangutans. Their mission was to 
capture one of the gorillas for a San Francisco zoo. And then their job 
would be over. They would go back to the United States. 

And Kruger knew he would not be asked to come on the next expedition. Jack 
would get himself another partner; and he would have to spend the rest of 
his days thinking about Mary Smith's body; the cunt and the ass and the legs 
and the breasts and the nipples he had never seen. 

Already, he had another hard-on. When would it end?! 

Once again the rage swept over him. There was a flash of orange fur in the 
tree-tops over his head, and Krugeran ace shot-wheeled and fired. There was 
a sharp, almost human-cry, and a crashing in the branches over their heads. 
And then the body fell into the path before them. 

"My God," Mary whispered, "what is it?" 

It was a great, orange-furred animal, with long arms and short, stubby legs. 
Its belly was immense but its face was curiously human. The eyes which were 
now glazing with death seemed very human. Mary wanted to reach down and 
cuddle it, to stem the blood flowing from the huge wound in its neck. But, 
of course, it was too late. 

An orang," Mary's husband said. "Kruger's killed an orang." 

There was a sound deep in the forest It reminded Mary of a man crying. 

"What's mat?" Kruger said, his eyes wide. 

Jack Smith's voice was very taut, like a stretched piano wire. "That's the 
mate of the one you killed," Smith said furiously. "This was a female. She 
meant no one any harm. orangs are one of the friendliest beasts there are. 
Why did you kill it? Why did you shoot?" 

Kruger opened his mouth to speak, but no sound came out Jack Smith's hands 
were already around the other man's throat 

"Stop it!" Mary cried, grabbing at her husband's arms, "stop it, you'll hurt 
him!" 

Slowly, Jack Smith seemed to regain control of himself. He slowly released 
his grip around Kruger's neck. Kruger doubled over, gasping for breath, and 
Jack brought his fist up under the man's chin. Kruger fell whimpering to the 
ground. 

Suddenly the jungle erupted with sound. 

"My God," Mary said, "What's that, now?" 

Jack listened for a moment, then grabbed Kruger's arm and pulled him to his 
feet 

"Hurry, Mary," Jack said, dragging Kruger after him down the trail, "we have 
to get out of here." 

The sound increased in intensity. The lone crying of the widowed male have 
been joined by others, and that was the sound they heard. 

"He has the whole tribe with him now," Jack sad. 

"I thought you said they weren't dangerous," Kruger whimpered. 

"Usually they're not. But now we've killed one of their females, and they 
may be after us," Jack said. "An orang is very strong, and very intelligent 
There's no telling what one-or many-might do if they're upset Hurry. We have 
to get out of here." 

DOCTOR: So you ran? 

MARY: Like crazy. The sounds followed us wherever we went That strange, 
man-like crying. We ran, but the pack followed us easily, swinging through 
the trees over our heads. We knew they were there, but we couldn't see them. 

DOCTOR: How did Kruger react to this? 

MARY: He was terrified. He kept on shooting into the trees. But the 
orangutans were too smart for him. There was no way you could see them. And 
all the time they kept on making these sounds, like they were talking back 
and forth to each other. Kruger started to babble hysterically, and Jack 
tried to calm him. 

DOCTOR: Were you afraid? 

MARY: Not really. I think the animals knew who was responsible for the 
female's death. Mostly, I felt sorry for the orangutan that had been killed, 
and for her husband. I mean, after looking into those eyes, I felt almost as 
if the creature was another woman just like me. She had probably gotten 
curious and come down too far. That was when Kruger had shot her. I felt 
sorry for the creatures, and I wished there was something I could do for the 
dead orang's mate. 

DOCTOR: What happened next? 

MARY: As I said, Kruger was getting more and more panic-stricken. The sounds 
in the jungle were increasing, and they seemed to drive him crazy. Suddenly 
he threw away his gun and ran away off into the jungle. 

DOCTOR: Did you try to follow him? 

MARY: Yes. Both Jack and I went after him because we were afraid he would be 
caught alone. He was only about two hundred feet ahead of us when it 
happened. He only had another few feet to go and he would have been out from 
under the trees and in a clearing. He........ 

DOCTOR: Go ahead. 

MARY: He was running one moment and the next his legs were dangling in the 
air. Yes, I can see it now! He was running in the air! The orangs had him, 
their huge arms were wrapped in his, and they were lifting him up into the 
treetops. There was just nothing we could do. He was screaming 
horribly......he just kept on screaming......and then we didn't hear him 
anymore. 

DOCTOR: What happened then? 

MARY: Nothing. Nothing happened. Suddenly the jungle was very quiet And then 
there was the normal sounds of singing birds and so on. Everything was back 
to normal, or so we thought. Once we heard a thump behind us on the trail, 
and I just know it was Kruger's body, but Jack wouldn't let me go back to 
see. So we kept on going. We thought everything was going to be all right. 
We were wrong....... 

"That was horrible, what happened to Kruger," Mary said quietly, squeezing 
her husband's arm. 

"He deserved it," Jack said. "In the jungle, justice is usually swift and 
sure." 

"You think they actually knew?" 

"They got Kruger, didn't they?" He waited, but Mary said nothing. "orangs 
are very smart," Jack continued. "They're very much like humans. Only 
they're better than humans in some ways. They're not corrupt What happened 
to Kruger was justice." 

"It's a wonder they didn't come after us," Mary said quietly, her breath 
catching in her throat. "After all, we were the ones who brought Kruger 
here, weren't we?" 

Jack looked at her, then looked away. His voice was not as steady as he 
would have liked it to be. "Well, they're not that smart, thank Cod." 

At that very moment, Mary felt something grabbing her around the waist She 
opened her mouth to cry out, and a great, leather-padded paw came over her 
mouth. In the next moment she was in the trees, gripped securely by a large 
orangutan. 

And Jack would not even know she was missing, Mary thought, panic seizing 
her. He would look around and she would be gone! 

Mary closed her eyes and waited for the feel of sharp teeth sinking into her 
neck, the paws, tearing her apart Nothing happened. 

She opened her eyes to see the ground swirling past her far below. And then 
she realized that the great arm held her securely, but gently the beast 
meant her no harm. 

Suddenly Mary knew that this was the male; the mate of the female that 
Kruger had slain. And she was suddenly filled with compassion; it welled up 
in her, and brought tears to her eyes. She clung closer to the orangutan. 
Suddenly she was no longer afraid of the great heights. 

"I'm sorry," Mary whispered. "I'm sorry about what happened." 

The orangutan looked at her with his soft brown soulful eyes, and it almost 
seemed as if he understood. But what did he want with her? 

And then she knew the answer; and a chill of horror swept through her body. 

The orangutan needed only one arm for swinging through the trees; and she 
was tucked securely into the crook of his other arm. The orang's fingers 
were now free to toy with her breasts. And this was what he was doing. The 
long fingers poked and prodded at the soft flesh. New sensations were 
cruising through Mary's body. The orangutan seemed to know exactly what he 
was doing. Once the great hand reached up and cupper her right breast then 
squeezed her, sending a sharp bolt of pleasure through Mary's body. 

"No," Mary said, "You mustn't You're an animal! You mustn't touch me." 

And then Mary realized how silly she must sound. Of course the beast 
couldn't understand what she was saying. 

And even if he could, although he was 'only an animal', it was also true 
that she was only a human. Probably, she thought, she was as repulsive to 
him as he was to her. And they had killed his mate. 

Suddenly the beast was no longer repulsive to her. There was only the great 
rush of pity, and the desire to right the wrong that had been done to this 
innocent creature. 

"You can do anything you want to me," Mary said at last, "that would be only 
justice. My husband and I are responsible for the death of your mate. Now 
you must take me." 

The orang seemed to understand. His fingers lifted her blouse, hooked under 
the ront of her bra and pulled the material of the cups up and over the 
breasts which suddenly flopped down over her chest, swaying back and forth 
in rhythm with their swinging through the trees. 

The bra was cutting into her back. Mary reached behind her, unsnapped it, 
and let the garment fall down to the ground. While the orang gripped her 
tightly, Mary removed her blouse and let that fall to the ground, also. 

Her breasts swayed freely. They were very large and seemed to excite the 
orangutan who would swing for a short ways, stop and stare at them. Once he 
stopped and touched them with his fingers. Mary felt a thrill run through 
her body and she realized, with some surprise that she was becoming excited. 

Perhaps, she thought, it was the feel of the beast's hairy body against 
hers; or it was the thought that it would be an unparalleled thrill to be 
taken by such a strong and powerful beast. 

Or perhaps it was the fact that the beast was gentle. There was a terrible, 
sad loneliness in the eyes that reached down and touched Mary's soul....... 

"Take me," Mary said. "I'm yours if you want me." 

Now the beast started to swing lower and lower. Mary looked down and was 
startled to see that her nipples had doubled in size, and were very hard. 
She moved her body in such a way as to make the nipples rub against the 
beast's body. She could feel her thighs growing wet. 

And she wondered about the size of the orangutan's penis which was hidden 
from her because of the massive belly. 

It seemed incredible, Mary thought; incredible but true. She wished this 
beast to take her. She wanted to know what it felt like to be ravaged by an 
orangutan. 

The orangutan suddenly swooped to the ground, landing flat on his feet, 
cushioning Mary's fall in his great, strong arms. Mary sighed and flung her 
arms around the beast's neck. 

The orang moved quickly over the ground, and finally set her down gently on 
a bed of soft leaves and twigs. And then Mary realized that the beast had 
brought her to his home. 

He sat her down and then squatted beside her, looking deep into her eyes. 
And then he reached out and touched her breasts. At the same time, he made 
whimpering sounds in his throat 

"I know you're lonesome," Mary said. "And it's partly my fault I have 
nothing to give you but my body. But that's yours." 

With this, Mary reached down to her chest, cupped her own breasts in her 
hands, and squeezed them so that the flesh bulged, and the nipples thrust 
forward in the ape's direction. "Take them," she said. "Please......play 
with me as you used to play with your mate." 

The orang shook his great head up and down, then reached out and softly 
stroked the nipple. Mary gasped at the unexpected thrill, and put her hands 
on die ape's. Then, in one quick movement, the orang leaned forward and took 
her breast and her supporting hand into his large mouth. Mary slowly removed 
her hand. But the tremendous mound of flesh that was her breast was 
completely inside the orang's mouth. 

The orang snorted, pulled back his feet up under him, and settled down to a 
slow, steady sucking motion. Mary sighed and closed her eyes. At least, she 
thought, this was one way of making up to the orang for what he had lost The 
fact that it was also giving her pleasure was surprising. 

It was a wonderful sensation. 

Jack had sucked her breasts many times. In fact, it was one of Jack's 
favorite sexual activities. But that had been nothing like this, Mary 
thought At most, Jack concentrated mostly on her nipples since they alone 
were quite big and almost filled his mouth. Then Jack would use his hands to 
press the flesh around the nipples. But the orang's mouth was so large-the 
lips so huge-that he was easily able to take her entire breast into his 
mouth. 

It was a unique sensation, and Mary squirmed in his grasp. The orang was 
amazingly gentle. At no time did she fed his teeth on her flesh. There was 
only the tremendous, steady sucking. It was like having her entire breast 
caught up in a whirlpool. And it filled her with passion unlike any she had 
ever known. 

"Suck the other one," Mary said softly, pressing her hands against the side 
of his head. "Suck the other one." 

Perhaps it was the sound of her voice. Or perhaps it was the slight pressure 
of Mary's hand. The ape understood; quickly, the orangutan moved it's wide 
mouth from one breast to the other, and quickly began to suck that one. Mary 
was beside herself with pleasure, groaning, holding the ape's head close to 
her, as though he were a human lover. 

"I will replace your lost mate," Mary sighed. "I will make up for that which 
you have lost." 

The ape was making whimpering sounds deep in his throat, sounds of animal 
pleasure. The same sounds fell from Mary's lips. The two of them satin the 
forest, locked in one another's embrace. 

Soon, both of Mary's breasts were distended, raw with passion. And still she 
urged the ape on. Now Mary was running her hands up and down the ape's hairy 
flanks, each time coming closer and closer to the dark, warm spot between 
its legs. She was frightened-and excited about what she might find there. 
Was it large? Or was it small? And what would she do if the ape indicated 
that he wanted to insert it into her body? She did not know the answer to 
that question. Not yet. All she knew was that she was filled with compassion 
for the widowed ape; and filled with passion as the ape's giant lips 
continued to suck at her breasts. 

Mary closed her eyes as the ape sucked her in. At the same time she placed 
her hand directly between her legs, and felt his penis. 

The organ was larger than she had supposed it would be; large, and very wet 
And it was very hard, much like a human penis. 

Even as Mary stroked the orang's penis, she felt one of his hairy paws 
groping with the zipper on the side of her slacks. 

What would she do? How could she defy all the laws of Man and Nature. Yet 
how could she hide from the fact that she had been partially to blame for 
this ape losing his mate. And how could she hide from the fact that her own 
blood was boiling with passion? The love of this creature was so different. 
In one way, he was Incredibly intelligent and man-like. And he knew what he 
was doing to her; he had known what he was doing when he had snatched her 
from the trail; and he knew what he was doing now as he groped for her 
zipper. 

His lips worked on her breasts, and she could feel his tongue darting over 
her nipples. It was driving her mad. If she closed her eyes, she would not 
even know........ 

Slowly, Mary's hand came down to her side and undid her zipper. Then the 
hand came back to cradle the ape's head. The orangutan finished the job, 
pulling down the zipper, and slipping his human-like paw into her nylon 
panties. 

Time seemed frozen for Mary as the hairy paw lingered for a moment on her 
belly, then slowly descended to the hairy mound of her vagina. Mary sighed. 
She had never known such ecstasy from any man. 

One of his fingers was in her now, and she lay back further, at the same 
time pulling her slacks and her panties down around her knees, around her 
ankles, and then off. She spread her legs and let the orangutan play with 
her. The ape seemed to know exactly what to do, and Mary increasingly found 
herself forgetting that her partner was not a human. 

The long fingers fondled her vaginal lips, causing the juices in her body to 
flow freely, soaking the hairy hand and her own thighs. In the meantime, the 
ape's lips continued to suck her breast in and out, tickling the nipple, 
causing the flesh to expand and contract in delicious cascades of ecstasy. 

Now the ape's fingers were in her, moving gently back and forth with a 
steady, intoxicating rhythm. Mary grasped the ape's member harder and began 
to move her hand up and down in order to increase his excitement. 

Suddenly the ape drew his mouth away from her breasts and bent down between 
Mary's legs, In a moment, his large lips were planted on her vagina, and he 
was sucking at her, covering the entire mound of her vulva with his mouth. 

Lights were flashing on and off in Mary's head, making her dizzy. She 
screamed with joy as she felt the small tongue flick out and lick her. She 
grasped the penis harder and tugged at it At the same time, she reached out 
with her legs, wrapping them around the beast's head. The beast responded by 
lapping out with his tongue, burying it inside her body, moving it around 
inside her, touching every inner part 

She was flowing faster now, flooding both of them with a never-ending stream 
of come. And she was crying with ecstasy. 

And all control had vanished; she knew she must have the ape inside her, 
moving around on top of her. 

Mary grabbed a handful of the orang's hair and pulled his head back. At the 
same time, she slipped her body further down so that it finally lay beneath 
him. Then, still holding the penis rightly in her hand, Mary opened her legs 
and brought them over the beast's back. She raised her hips and slowly 
brought the object in her hand down between her legs. 

The orangutan was once again wildly sucking on her breasts, sucking one and 
squeezing the other in a fit of passionate abandon. Both of them were caught 
up in the heat of their passion now, and nothing could stop them, neither 
thoughts of civilization or thoughts of the jungle. Such distinctions had 
ceased to exist It made no difference that he was a 'beast' and she was a 
'human'. They wanted each other, and they were both determined to carry 
through with the act 

"Now," Mary whispered. "Put it in, my big, beautiful creature." 

The orang responded to Mary, sucking harder on her breast. At the same time, 
Mary felt the small head of his organ touch the entrance to her vagina. She 
let out a sharp cry and thrust upward. It slipped in to the halfway point 

The ape blinked, gave one great suck, then thrust his haunches forward. Mary 
felt the organ moving within her 

At the same time she felt a dampness flowing through her body, filling her 
up, at last bringing her peace of mind. She would be forgiven. And that was 
all that mattered. 

DOCTOR: Then you completed the coupling with the orangutan? 

MARY: Yes. And I can't forget it, Doctor. 

DOCTOR: How did you find your way back to your husband? It is my 
understanding that the ape carried you a long ways off. 

MARY: He did. But then he brought me back again. After it was all over, he 
gathered me up in his arms-once again, he was completely gentle with me. 
Then he carried me back through the trees. We stopped to pick up the clothes 
I had dropped along the way, and I dressed. The ape seemed to know exactly 
where Jack was, and he let me off a few yards down the trail. I found Jack, 
and told him I had gotten lost and just managed to find my way back. I 
couldn't tell him what had happened. 

DOCTOR: And you still haven't told him? 

MARY: No. Do you think I should? 

DOCTOR: I think I should leave that up to you. You should be the judge of 
what you should tell your husband. However, it is possible that telling him 
the truth could do more harm than good. The important thing is that you 
learn to accept that which you have done, and forgive yourself for it. Do 
you make love with your husband regularly? 

MARY: Yes. I think you could say I was a good wife. I let him have me any 
time he wants, and I do whatever he wants with me. We are very good 
partners. I've had no complaints. 

DOCTOR: But you can't get your jungle experience out of yours mind? 

MARY: No. Even when I'm making love with Jack, I think of the orangutan. I 
think about the two of us soaring through the trees a hundred feet above the 
ground. I can feel his lips flapping at my breasts. I can hear his moans of 
desire. And I keep on thinking that I have done something terrible; 
something that I can never be forgiven for. That is why I need help, Doctor. 
I must find peace. 

DOCTOR: Mary, you are a good woman. And you must accept this about yourself. 
I think it is quite obvious that Kruger's killing of the female orangutan 
affected you deeply. In fact, it may have twisted your mind for those few 
hours. You felt more guilty about that than anything. After all, it had been 
your husband who had brought Kruger along on the trip. Thus, when the 
orangutan swooped down and grabbed you, you thought it was only natural that 
you should be required to take the female's place. It was an act of 
compassion. It is something that is completely understandable in a woman of 
mercy like yourself. 

MARY: But I enjoyed it, Doctor. How can you explain that? 

DOCTOR: It was a different experience, Mary. And your natural passion may 
have responded to the unique abilities of the ape to stimulate you. Then 
again, your compassion and desire to make up for what you felt you had 
done-may have led you to believe that you were enjoying it more than you 
actually were. 

MARY: Do you think I can ever find peace? 

DOCTOR: Yes, Mary, I do. Together, I think we can help you to find peace. 
You've already taken the first steps; you have been willing to take a long, 
hard look at yourself. 

CASE FOUR 

"I had him in my mouth, and King was starting to enter me from the 
rear........." 

NAM E Martin, Gloria AGE: 29 

WEIGHT: 130 lbs. HEIGHT: 57" 

REASON FOR REFERRAL "Menage a trois" with man and beast. 

DOCTOR: Tell me, Gloria; what made you decide to head north to visit Jake 
Sanders in the first place. The arctic circle is a long way to go to visit a 
man you have only seen casually. 

GLORIA: But I had never met anyone like him, Doctor. Jake was a man's man, 
if you know what I mean. I met him at a meeting of explorer's-I was 
secretary of the club. He had come in from the north with a collection of 
wild animal skins to show the other explorers. He had wolf and bear skins. I 
found this tremendously exciting. I mean sexually exciting. And then when I 
found out. that he had killed all of those animals himself-sometimes with 
nothing more than his bare hands-well, I got all wet between the legs, if 
you know what I mean. That was one man that I knew I wanted. 

DOCTOR: Did he have his dog with him when he visited the club? 

GLORIA: King went with Jake wherever Jake went It was like King was Jake's 
brother; at least Jake always treated King as though King were human. The 
two of them made a pretty strange sight together. And King seemed to 
understand everything. I suppose, in a way, King was human. And Jake shared 
everything with King; I only fully realized that after I went to Jake's 
cabin. By then it was too late to do anything. I was trapped. 

DOCTOR: Why didn't you try to seduce Jake while he was in the city? 

GLORIA: Hell, Doc! You better believe I did try. I really threw myself at 
him. I even offered to suck him off-just like that in words-if he'd go to 
bed with me. Jake just shrugged it off. He said the city was too tame for 
him. It put him off. He said he needed savage surroundings. He said if I 
ever came up to his cabin he'd show me what real love-making was all about 
Hell, I thought there was something the matter with him, what with spending 
all his time with that dog maybe he didn't like women anymore. So I kidded 
him and told him to write down a map of how to get there. He did. 

DOCTOR: It was quite involved getting there, wasn't it? 

GLORIA: I'll say! First I had to take a plane to the edge of the arctic 
circle. Then I had to rent a dog sled and guide to get me there. 

DOCTOR: There must have been other men you could have had for the asking. 

GLORIA: I'd had them all. I'd been fucked in every way imaginable.......by 
just about every man in the city. I mean, you can tell by looking at me that 
I'm a pretty good-looking broad. Men like to make love to me, and 

I like a little prick two of three times a day. But Jake was the first real 
man who had ever turned me down. 

DOCTOR: So you took him up on his challenge. 

GLORIA: I did. I thought about it for about a week, then went to the bank 
for some money, and I was off. Took me three weeks to get there, but it was 
worth it At least in the beginning. Doctor, you should have seen his face 
when he saw me coming up the trail....... 

It was all Gloria could do to keep from laughing out loud. Jake-the mighty 
Jake-was standing in the door of his cabin, the snow beating around his 
shirt-sleeved body, his strong jaws open. 

"Surprised? I thought I'd drop in and say hello." 

Gloria giggled, and stepped into the cabin. Jake closed the door behind her, 
then turned to watch her. He said nothing; his dark eyes flashed with a wild 
fire, and for a moment, Gloria was frightened. Jake seemed like some wild 
man out of the prehistoric past 

The great dog, King, at his side, did nothing to dispel the illusion. The 
great dog Watched her, in the same manner as his master. Their expressions 
seemed the same. For a moment, Gloria imagined that they were the same 
person. 

"What's the matter?" Gloria said, laughing nervously, "aren't you going to 
say anything?" 

Jake reached down and patted the dog's head. King moved off into a corner. 
But the fiery eyes did not turn away from her. The dog made Gloria 
frightened-and excited-at the same time. The dog was like Jake; wild and 
savage. And those were the qualities that had brought her here in the first 
place. Already, Gloria could feel a burning between her thighs, and she knew 
that she wanted sex. 

She studied Jake's crotch. He did not have a hard-on, she thought At least 
not yet. Even so, his pants bulged with the fleshy bulk of his organ, and 
Gloria imagined that Jake would have a truly magnificent organ when it was 
hard. Her breath was catching in her throat God, she thought how I want that 
man. 

"You're quite a woman," Jake said at last 

"Surprised you, did i?" Gloria was regaining her confidence. The fire in 
Jake's eyes was growing brighter. 

The dog barked. It was a single, sharp sound. Gloria wondered what it meant 
Jake seemed to understand, for he turned to the beast and shook his head. 
"Not yet King," Jake said. "Not yet" Then he turned to Gloria. 

"We don't see many women out here in the north," Jake continued. "What's 
more, city girls. I guess both King and I are a little shocked." 

"You invited me here," Gloria said, running her tongue provocatively over 
her lips. "Don't you remember?" 

"I remember," Jake said softly. "I didn't think you were serious." 

Gloria was growing ever bolder now. She knew she had her man now, and she 
sensed that the trip would be worth it Somehow she knew that Jake would make 
love to her like no man had ever made love to her. 

"I'm always serious about men," Gloria said, coming up close to him and 
rubbing her breasts against his arm. "And I was particularly serious about 
you. If you remember, we had a little agreement" 

The dog barked again. Jake moved his arm and the dog rose from his place 
across the room and came up to Gloria. Gloria could feel his cold snout 
rubbing against her leg. She shivered. 

"You mean you came all the way here because you thought you could get a good 
fucking?" 

The word made Gloria jump. Fuck. She said it to herself, in her mind. It 
sounded so good, especially when Jake said it He was so direct, so sexually 
stimulating. Yes, she thought, that was it; she had come all the way here 
because she knew that Jake would give her a good fuck. The best. 

"Yes," Gloria said, meeting his gaze. "I came up here for a good fuck. Are 
you going to take care of me?" 

"I'll take care of you," Jake said evenly. "But you may get more than you 
bargained for." 

"I doubt it," Gloria said confidently. She could feel the dampness growing 
between her legs. Her nipples were already stiff with desire. She longed to 
have Jake's mouth on them. "I can take anything you thrown at me," Gloria 
said. "You want me to blow you, I'll blow you. You want to shove it in my 
ass, go ahead. Mister, I'm an expert on love-making." 

"Then you'll have no objection if I share you with my dog." 

"What......." Gloria was speechless. A sudden thrill ran through her body, 
and she did not know if it was disgust or excitement. A dog? Jake truly did 
share everything with his companion. 

She glanced down. There was a strange light in the animal's eyes. Gloria 
began to back away toward the door. 

"Now wait a minute," she said, lifting her arm, "I came up her for you, 
Jake. I didn't bargain for no canine-" 

And then Jake had her in his arms. They were like steel bands wrapping 
around her, cutting off any chance of escape. His arms seemed to generate 
electricity, making her nerves and muscles leap and jump. 

Then his mouth was on hers, his lips pressing down, his tongue on her lips 
forcing them apart. 

Gloria opened her mouth wide and Jake's tongue slipped in, moving around 
like a snake, licking the root of her mouth, circling her gums, touching the 
back of her throat Her own tongue now came into play, her tip touching his, 
wrapping around it, darting in and out of his mouth. And then she wrapped 
her lips around his tongue and sucked on it, moving her head back and forth 
as she might if it were his penis in her mouth. 

She had forgotten everything that had been said. Her only thoughts were of 
the man she held in her arms; Jake; the savage from the north country; the 
man with the monstrous penis. And now he was hers. 

Immediately her hand slid down over his barrel chest and came to rest on his 
crotch. He was just getting his hard-on and Gloria gasped as she felt his 
flesh-even through the fabric-swelling up and filling her palm. 

"My God," she whispered to him, "you have the biggest prick I've ever felt" 

Jake said nothing. He stuck his tongue back in Gloria's mouth, and then 
reached down and unhitched his pants. Immediately, Gloria stuck her hand 
into the folds and gasped with pleasure as she felt the huge, throbbing 
member lay out across her palm. She tried to close her fingers around it, 
and was unable to do so. Already her thighs were aching for the feel of that 
massive rod between them. 

She could feel King licking at her leg; her ankles and her calves, her knees 
and her thighs. But she paid no attention. Her only thought was for the 
prick she held in her hands. And the two, great testicles beneath it She 
reached down and grasped these. Jake groaned, and she felt a few drops of 
semen trickle into her hand. 

He may be savage, Gloria thought to herself, but she still knew how to make 
a man come. And Jake would really come before she was through with him. 
She'd show him what loving really meant 

And Jake was an expert with his hands. As Gloria continued to suck at his 
tongue, she shivered as she felt his hands begin their journey over her 
body. 

He unbuttoned her blouse expertly and she shrugged it from his shoulders. 
Jake tore the bra off of her shoulders and the tingling sensation further 
excited her. Now she waited for his gasp as he put her breasts into his 
hands. 

Gloria had been told that she had one of the largest pairs of breasts in the 
world; and this was one reason men kept coming back to her. Hers were 
breasts that a man loved to suck on. Wait until Jake felt the great 
mountains of flesh........ 

The grunt came. Yes, she thought Jake was pleased. She could tell by the way 
he squeezed her, letting the folds run through his fingers. 

King was still licking at her legs. She could feel his rough tongue licking 
her all over. She was quite surprised to find that the sharp tip of his 
tongue had found its way up to her crotch, and was flicking around the edge 
of her panties. Now the tongue was inside, searching for the groove of her 
anus. 

Gloria sighed and reached down far into Jake's pants, running her hands up 
and down his testicles, squeezing his testicles gently in her hands. She 
tried to ignore the attentions of King licking her under her dress. 

She could not deny that the sensations were pleasurable. But she tried to 
concentrate on Jake, and what he was doing to her. 

"King and I will give you a fucking you'll never forget" Jake said quietly. 
He did not raise his voice, but there was an intensity about it that 
convinced Gloria she would be a fool to doubt what he said. 

"I want it," Gloria sighed. "I'm yours. Do anything you want" 

"I already am," Jake said. 

And he was. He was now standing a few inches away from her, one hand cupping 
each giant breast Slowly he squeezed them, wringing them so that only the 
nipples sprang out from between his fingers. Gloria writhed in pain; but it 
was a pain that gave her pleasure, and she did not try to move away. Once 
Jake relaxed his grip, and Gloria tensed. 

"Don't stop," she whispered. "Please don't stop." 

Jake only smiled. But he resumed squeezing her breasts. Once more Gloria was 
floating on a sea of indescribable pleasure. 

King's tongue was now licking around the rim of her anus, and Gloria lifted 
one leg slightly. The tip of the tongue darted in and out, and Gloria 
groaned. She could look down and see King's head bobbing up and down beneath 
her skirt. It was mad, Gloria thought; mad. But she was enjoying it She was 
enjoying everything the man and his dog were doing to her. 

Even as the dog's tongue was licking her anus, the tall man bent over, 
squeezed her right nipple out between his fingers, and took it into his 
mouth. Jake began to suck the nipple. 

It was not a gentle sucking. Rather it was hard; desperate and savage like 
the country in which he lived. He sucked hard at her, causing the nipple to 
lengthen itself inside his mouth. Trapping the distended nipple between his 
stiffened gums, Jake flicked the tip back and forth with his tongue. The 
effect was startling; Gloria felt the need for more and more stimulation. 
She pressed down hard on the dog's head; the animal's tongue went even 
further into her body. 

Jake was sucking harder and harder. At the same time he continued to wring 
the flesh of her breasts with his hands until Gloria felt a stinging 
sensation running through her body. 

Jake quickly switching from one breast to the other, varying his technique, 
squeezing the nipple at one moment, sucking it the next. Gloria never knew 
what he was going to do next, and this only served to increase her pleasure. 

She began to squeeze herself, at the same time spreading her legs further 
and further apart, exposing her soft body to the ravenous dog licking 
between her legs. 

Her own breasts felt strange in her hands. She had always known they were 
large; larger than most women's. And she had spent hours at a time standing 
before a mirror admiring them. But Jake's love-making gave her a totally new 
conception of her breasts, and the sexual pleasure they could give to her 
when she was properly stimulated. 

Now the dog's tongue was traveling the muscle between her anus and her 
vagina; and it was lapping at her vagina. 

Suddenly Jake took his mouth away from Gloria's breasts, stood back, and 
smirked at her. He began to laugh. She was helpless before his gaze; the 
eyes bore into her cruelly. 

Gloria knew that she should stand up and push the dog away; she knew she was 
being mocked. Jake was openly staring at her, watching her helpless 
pleasure. 

Yet she could not stop. He had worked her to such a peak of passion that she 
could now only stand there in the middle of the floor, frantically squeezing 
the mountainous folds of flesh at her chest. Her long, slim fingers searched 
for, and found her nipples. Then they squeezed the nipples hard, pinching 
them and drawing them back and forth from her body as though she were 
masturbating with her breasts. 

"Squeeze them, honey," Jake said quietly. He was just standing there, his 
massive hard-on pointing at her, his hands on his hips. His eyes blazed. "I 
really want to see you squeeze those tits, baby." 

Gloria squeezed herself frantically. She clutched and pulled at her nipples. 
"Yes.....yes.....anything you say..... Jake." 

She knew how foolish she must look, her bare breasts flopping out in front 
ofher, her own hands caressing her body. At the same time, she kept raising 
her leg higher and higher, balancing herself on one foot She had completely 
lost control of herself. King's licking had increased. 

"Take your pants off," Jake commanded. "Make it easier for him." 

Gloria would not think of disobeying. Quickly, she reached down and slipped 
her panties down off her legs, then stepped out of them. King stood a few 
feet away, saliva dripping from his open jowls. The animal's eyes blazed, 
and Gloria had no doubt but that the fire was passion, as was that of his 
master. 

Her wet panties glistened on the floor. 

"Alright," Jake said. "Get those hands working and get that leg up in the 
air. I want to watch you some more." 

Gloria was panting. She could see a small drop of semen forming on the end 
of Jake's massive penis. This increased her excitement More than anything 
else, she wanted that penis. Hut she must do what its owner commanded. 

Gloria found a new joy in her shame, a new joy in her humiliation. She 
placed one hand on her right breast and squeezed it The nipple popped out 
between her fingers, red and hard. Jake smiled, and the semen began to flow 
from his penis. He thrust his hips out toward her. 

Gloria did the same with her other hand and her other breast 

"Do you like it, Jake? Do you like to see me play with my tits?" 

"I like it baby. Don't stop." 

Gloria had no intentions of stopping. Her self-stimulation had once again 
begun to stimulate her, and she began to increase the pressure on her 
breasts. She squeezed them, and slapped them back and forth against her 
body. When she saw Jake's tongue come out from between his lips, she began 
to move her body around and around so that the breasts flew around in a 
circular motion. 

She could feel herself coming. The muscles inside her vulva contracted again 
and again in a continuous orgasm. 

"Let the dog in," Jake commanded. 

Gloria looked down at her feet through eyes blurred with passion. King was 
standing before her, his eyes, wide, his tongue lolling out. 

"Yes," Gloria stammered. "Anything you say." 

With this, Gloria lifted her leg. Immediately, King darted between her 
outstretched thighs and lifted his head up. Gloria gasped as she felt the 
slippery, wet tip slide expertly into the grove of her vagina. And then the 
dog began to lap her, shooting his tongue in and out of her body. 

She was losing her balance, and for a moment, Gloria was filled with panic. 
She did not want the licking to stop. 

Without another thought, Gloria lay down on her back and lifted her legs up 
in the air. She could see Jake standing over her, looking down on the scene 
before him; the woman and his dog. 

King was between her legs now, sitting back on his haunches. His head was in 
her crotch, and his tongue licked at her rapidly. She could feel her come 
running out of her, soaking the dog's muzzle, mingling with his saliva, 
forming puddles on the floor beneath her buttocks. 

Once the dog slid in his tongue and left it there. It was deep within her, 
touched the back of her womb. The tongue thickened, and Gloria began to hump 
up and down on it At the same time, she reached down between her legs and 
pressed her hands against the back of the dog's head. 

"Farther," she moaned, "put it in farther." 

King moved his tongue, and Gloria groaned. Once again her uterus contracted, 
and a great quantity of fluid flowed from her. Jake's penis thrust out in 
the air above her head. A drop of semen fell from the tip, and Gloria opened 
her mouth and stuck out her tongue. The fluid dropped into her mouth, and 
Gloria swallowed it It felt like molten fire. 

"Get up," Jake commanded. 

"No...no," Gloria sighed. "Not now." She couldn't stop. Not ever. She never 
wanted to stop. "Get up!" 

She could not disobey him. Quickly she pushed King away from her body, and 
rose to her feet. She stood watching Jake, waiting for his next command. 

"I want you to suck me," Jake said. "I want my prick in your mouth." 

"Yes," Gloria said, wincing as the muscles in her vagina contracted once 
again. "Yes. I want to." 

"Bend over and suck it," Jake said, moving toward her. "And pull your skirt 
up around your waist" 

Gloria pulled her skirt up around her waist, baring her buttocks. Her eyes 
never left the throbbing rod that thrust out from between Jake's legs. It 
seemed alive now, trembling, growing in length and in breadth. Her mouth was 
beginning to water. She opened her mouth and moved toward him. She could 
feel saliva dropping from her tongue. 

"I want to suck it," Gloria said. "Let me suck it" "Hunch down," Jake said. 
"Squat. Then you can suck it" Gloria flexed her knees and went down into a 
squatting position. Then Jake finally came within her reach. 

Like a drowning person clutching for air, Gloria reached out with both hands 
and took Jake s penis into her grasp. She lifted it up, and licked at his 
testicles. Animal sounds of passion rumbled in her throat as she licked at 
the large, tight lumps of tissue. 

"Put my prick into your mouth. Hurry up. I'm going to come." 

Gloria took the penis in her hands, and thrust it into her gaping mouth. At 
first she thought she could only accommodate the head; it was so large; she 
had never seen a penis of such proportions. Surely, she thought, she must 
choke on it. 

But her passion lent her special powers. First the head was in. She sucked 
on this, moving her head back and forth, wrapping her lips around the 
sensitive tissue, flicking her tongue across its tip. 

She could feel King moving behind her; his cold snout was nosing at her 
anus. At the same time, his long tongue reached down between her legs and 
licked across the groove of her vagina. Gloria spread her legs out, 
modifying her crouch. Her legs were beginning to tremble. 

She must have more of the penis in her mouth! Holding her breath, she eased 
the great penis further. It was going! She was filled with incredible 
passion. Suddenly she thrust her head forward, and her lips came up against 
the base of Jake's penis. She had taken him completely into her mouth! She 
could feel the head of the penis brushing pressing-against the back of her 
throat She reached under and grasped his testicles. 

Jake was moaning. Gloria squeezed harder. At the same time she began to jerk 
her head violently up and down, imitating the motions of intercourse. 

Something else was happening; Gloria's fevered brain struggled to comprehend 
what it was. And then she knew. 

King's nose was no longer in her anus; and his tongue was no longer darting 
in and out of her vagina. 

King was up on her back. And she knew what was about to happen. Even if she 
had been able to stop it, Gloria knew that she would not Suddenly she knew 
that this was the most exciting moment of her life. Never had she known a 
sexual moment like this. She held Jake's penis tightly in her mouth, and 
waited for what she knew must come. 

And it did. 

The dog's forepaws crept over her body, until finally they came to rest on 
her shoulders. Gloria braced her legs so that she could support his great 
weight At the same time, Jake reached beneath her chest and gripped her 
breasts, affording her even more support. 

She could fed his smooth belly humping up and down on her back, and she 
could fed his hairy haunches brushing against hers. 

Then she felt the tip of the animal's penis rubbing between her legs, 
searching for her vagina. She sucked harder, and spread her legs, bringing 
her hips up. The hard, animal penis dug deeper. And then it was at the 
entrance to her body. 

Jake's testicles were beginning to tremble. She could taste something salty 
on the tip of her tongue, and she knew he was about to explode inside of 
her. She waited for it, breathing deeply through her nose, waiting for the 
creamy fluid to jet into her mouth. 

And now King had found her. Her body was open to him, and King thrust 
forward. 

And he was in her. They were both in her! Gloria's head was reeling. 

Then Jake came, at the same time as Gloria felt a growing warmth between her 
legs; a fire, flowing through her like molten lead. 

Jake came. Gloria put her hands on his penis so that she could feel the 
contractions. It was as though the penis was breathing in and out Again and 
again it contracted. Each time a jet of semen shot into her mouth, 
splattering against the back of her mouth and running down her throat Again 
and again she swallowed, and sucked harder. She wanted to drain him 
completely. 

Gloria knew then-as she sucked upon the massive member in her mouth and felt 
the small hard rod slip back and forth between her legs-that this was truly 
the greatest love-making experience she had ever had. It was something she 
would-could-never forget. And she did not know whether she would remember 
this experience as a dream. Or as a nightmare. 

DOCTOR: And it turned out to be a nightmare? 

GLORIA: Obviously. That was why I had to come to you. It's funny. Like I 
said, I'd laid every man I'd ever met I thought I'd done everything. But 
Jake had something to show me. When he loosed that dog Came....... 

DOCTOR: But you indicate that you enjoyed the attentions of King. 

GLORIA: Yes, I did. But I'm a passionate woman There was something about 
Jake; something about his dog. There in the wilderness is almost seemed 
natural that he should share me with the animal. And I loved it while it was 
happening. I wanted to be fucked by that dog at the same time as Jake was 
fucking me in the mouth. 

DOCTOR: But now you are torn with guilt 

GLORIA: Yes. Now I can't forget it I mean, I was had by a dog. And I think I 
would do it again if I had the chance. That's what bothers me. It was such 
an exciting experience, that I don't think I can ever be satisfied with 
normal sex again. 

DOCTOR: Have you tried? I mean, have you attempted to have normal relations 
since your experience with Jake? 

GLORIA: Of course. Last night I took on three men at once. It was just no 
good. There wasn't the same thrill. Do you think you can make me normal 
again? 

DOCTOR: Only time will tell, Gloria. Only time will tell. 

GLORIA: That's easy to say, Doc. But I've gotta know. I'll never forget what 
it felt like to have him in my mouth while, at the same time, King was 
sucking me from the rear. That's a hard thing to get over, Doc. 

CASE FIVE 

"I couldn't imagine what Eva was up to, and then I saw that the Cheetah was 
excited......... 

NAM E: Jameson, Donna AGE: 28 HEIGHT: 5'6" WEIGHT: 109 

REASON FOR REFERRAL: Trauma resulting from "menage a trois" with a woman and 
Cheetah. 

DOCTOR: Where did you meet Eva? 

DONNA: I was a waitress in a downtown restaurant Eva came in quite often, 
usually with a man. They were always different men, and I suspected that she 
was having relations with all of them. Anyway, she took a liking to me, and 
always asked the management to have me wait on her table. 

DOCTOR: Was her pet Cheetah with her? 

DONNA: Always. At first I didn't know what kind of animal it was. I mean, I 
thought it was a leopard or something because that's what it looked like. I 
was afraid to go anywhere near it Then my boss explained that it was Just a 
pet cheetah. It looked like a leopard, but was very tame. Then I realized 
how beautiful the animal really was. Pretty soon I was taking it table 
scraps. Eva called him Racer, because he could run very fast. 

DOCTOR: When did you first learn she was sexually interested in you? 

DONNA: Oh, I had no idea. Not until the first time we were along in her 
apartment. Even then, I didn't understand everything that was happening. 

DOCTOR: Tell me about it from the beginning. 

DONNA: I guess it was about the tenth time Eva had come into the restaurant 
This time was different. She had Racer with her, and she sat at the same 
table. But she had come alone....... 

"Hello, Miss Eva," Donna said cheerily, hurrying over to the woman's table 
the moment Eva had sat down. "May I help you?" 

"Of course, Darling," Eva purred. "I'll have tea, and one of those little 
biscuits." 

Eva smiled, and began writing the order on her pad. She tremendously admired 
the woman she had come to know as Miss Eva. For one thing, Miss Eva was so 
terribly sophisticated, such a woman of the world. After all, how many women 
kept a giant male cat for a pet? In fact, Donna thought, in some ways Miss 
Eva was like her pet She was smooth and graceful, and carried herself like a 
cat Even her voice purred. 

And her body was beautiful, like a cat's. Donna glimpsed up from her pad. 

Miss Eva looked especially beautiful today. Her dark blue eyes glowed in the 
fading sunlight that came in through the window. Her golden hair fell down 
over her shoulders, accenting her full, sensuous lips, and high cheekbones. 

"Yes, Donna thought, just like a cat Beautiful. She wished she were like 
Miss Eva. 

And Miss Eva was dressed beautifully. She had on a blue, two-piece suit, 
over a pale blue, transparent blouse. Her sizeable breasts bulged from the 
fabric in a way that made Donna's head dizzy. The way she sat; her firm, 
rounded buttocks on the edge of the chair; her long shapely legs crossed 
beneath the table. Her blue stockings perfectly matching her outfit Oh yes, 
Donna thought. Miss Eva was beautiful. 

"Do you like what you see, Donna?" 

Donna was startled. She had not realized that she had been staring at Miss 
Eva. She certainly had been, though, and Miss Eva had caught her. Miss Eva 
would think there was something wrong with her! Donna could feel the blood 
rushing to her face. 

"Oh, Miss Eva," Donna stammered. "I didn't mean to....." 

"That's all right," Miss Eva said. "I think women should be as close as 
possible. And there's certainly nothing the matter with one woman admiring 
another's body. Certainly, I prefer it to some man ogling me all over, 
wanting to put his hands on me. I prefer a woman to look at me anytime." 

"Well, Miss Eva......." 

"Eva, Please. You don't have to call me Miss." "I didn't mean to be staring, 
Eva," Donna said, still blushing. 

"I told you I liked it." 

"I......like to please you," Donna said. And then she blushed again, for she 
did not know what had made her say a thing like that Yet, in that instant, 
she knew it was true. She did want to please Eva. Somehow she knew that 
pleasing Eva would give her a great deal of pleasure. 

Unable to control the blood in her face, Donna turned and began to quickly 
walk away. 

"Donna," Eva said in her purring voice. "Why are you running away?" 

Confused, Donna stopped and fumbled with her pad. "I was going to get your 
tea," she said, uneasily. 

"You know," Eva said, "you are quite a beautiful woman yourself. Has anyone 
ever told you that, Dear?" 

"Men, sometimes. But I feel the same way you do. I .....can't stand the 
thought of a man running his dirty hands all over my body, into my private 
parts." 

Eva's eyes flashed. "Come here, Donna. My order can wait." 

Donna moved over to the table. She could feel a tingling in her body, and 
she could not place its source. For some reason, she had prayed that Eva 
would call her back. She wanted to be with Eva, and she did not understand 
why. 

"You forgot to say hello to Racer," Eva said softly. "I know Racer was 
disappointed." 

Donna looked down at the giant cat The cat was staring right back at her, 
and there was something in the cheetah's eyes that made Donna uncomfortable; 
they were so human. Slowly, she reached down And touched the top of Racher's 
head. She watched the muscles move in the cat's back. Once again she felt a 
tingle run through her body. She did not seem able to tear her eyes away 
from the cat's. 

"Hello, Racer," Donna said softly, her breath catching in her throat 

"Racer," Eva said, "say hello to Donna. Go on, now, Racer. You know what I 
mean." 

The cheetah looked back and forth between Donna and his mistress. 
Then-moving so quickly that his yellow fur seemed but a blur before Donna's 
startled eyes-the cheetah rose to his feet and began moving back and forth 
between Donna's legs. A soft, purring sound rumbled through his lips. 

"Oh," Donna said, clasping her arms to her breasts. Her reaction had been 
instinctive, and she quickly looked around to see if any of the other 
customers had seen her. But the restaurant was almost empty. The only other 
patrons were seated across to the other side of the room, and they were 
talking to each other. 

A strange thrill had run through her body when the cat had brushed against 
her legs. And, for just one brief instant, she had imagined that the cat 
riad licked her high up on the thigh, above the tops of her stocking. But 
she could not be sure, it was so fast But the thrill in her body was 
unmistakable. 

"That's a good boy, Racer," Eva said. The cat immediately returned to its 
place at his mistress' side. 

"Racer really knows how to say hello, doesn't he?" Donna said. She had meant 
it as a joke, but her body was still tingling from her contact with the 
handsome animal. 

"Yes, he does," Eva said evenly. "He certainly does. And he likes you. I can 
tell." 

"Well," Donna said, pressing her lips together in an attempt to stop her own 
trembling. "I'll go get your order." 

"Just a minute," Eva said. Donna stopped in her tracks. "How would you like 
to spend the rest of the afternoon with me?" 

"I......I." Donna searched for words. The prospect completely excited her, 
and she began trembling again. It seemed so incredible. "But I have to 
work." 

"Listen, Donna," Eva said, reacting out and touching Donna's arm. "I could 
buy and sell this place, and the manager knows it He won't give me any 
trouble if I ask him to give you the afternoon off." "You could do that?" 

"Yes," Eva said. "And I will. A fine young girl like you shouldn't have to 
spend all of her time locked up in a place like this. I like you. I think we 
should spend the afternoon together. I'll show you my apartment" 

"I'd like that very much," Donna said. She found that her chest was rising 
and failing very rapidly, and she was having difficulty breathing. 

DOCTOR: And Eva was able to get you the afternoon off? 

DONNA: Oh, yes. It was just like she said it would be. She went over to talk 
to the manager, and he said I could have as much time off as I wanted, as 
long as I spent that time with Eva. 

DOCTOR: And so you went with Eva and her cheetah to Eva's apartment? 

DONNA: Yes. 

DOCTOR: Tell me about what happened when you got there. 

DONNA: Well, first Eva got me a drink. Racer was curled up across the room, 
following me with his eyes. I was becoming more comfortable with him, and I 
remembered the thrill I'd had when he'd brushed up against my legs. 

DOCTOR: And licked your thigh? 

DONNA: Like I said, that happened so fast that I wasn't positive that it had 
really happened. 

DOCTOR: Go on. 

DONNA: Eva got me a drink. It was a strong one, but it relaxed me and made 
me feel doubly good. Then we started to talk. I was very happy there. Time 
seemed to stand still. 

Eva filled Donna's glass for the third time. Donna made no move to protest. 
The liquor felt good, warming a spot in her stomach. Everything felt good. 

"Racer's the only good male I've ever found," Eva said, walking across the 
room and putting her hand on the cat's head. "Racer is honest, and he's 
brave. Racer would never hurt a woman. He's the only male companionship I've 
ever needed." 

Donna swallowed, and stifled a giggle. She said something that she never 
would have said were it not for the liquor in her. But now suddenly 
everything seemed gay and carefree. 

"Don't you ever need a man to make love to you?" 

For a moment Donna was afraid that Eva was angry. Eva's eyes flashed, and 
her hands came up to her throat. But then her eyes softened, and she spoke 
quietly. 

"I've never met any man who could make love like a woman. I'd much rather be 
loved by a woman than a man." 

"Loved by a woman?" Donna's head was swirling. 

Eva nodded her head, and cast a glance across the room at Racer. It seemed 
to Donna as if Racer understood what Eva was saying. The great cat lifted 
his head. His muscles quivered. 

"And there are other ways, Donna. Ways that give a woman great pleasure. But 
I'm not going to tell you what they are. Not yet. Perhaps, before the 
afternoon is over, you' ll want to find out for yourself." 

"I........I think I want to find out now......" Donna could hardly believe 
that the words were her own. Eva had suggested that they make love together. 
And she had mentioned 'other ways'. And now Donna found herself moist 
between her legs; excited in a way that no man had ever been able to make 
her. 

"So you think you would like to make love with me" "Yes," Donna said, 
looking directly into Eva's eyes. 

Those eyes were blazing now. 

"You knew I wanted you from the beginning, didn't you?" 

"I don't understand," Donna said, shaking her head. 

"You silly girl," Eva said, watching her. "Take off your panties, dear." 

Donna could not take her eyes from Eva's. Before this, Donna had not even 
liked to undress before other women in a locker room. And now Eva was 
telling her to take off her panties....... 

Donna slowly stood up, hesitated a moment, then lifted up her skirt, hooked 
her fingers into her panties and pulled them off her legs and body. 
Immediately she dropped her skirt. 

"Oh, leave your skirt up, dear," Eva said coaxingly, "Racer and I want to 
see your pussy." 

"Racer......?" 

The cat had risen to its feet, and was pacing across the living room floor 
in front of her. He was staring at her thighs. 

"Racer and I share all of our pleasures," Eva said. "But never mind about 
him. I want to see your pussy. Don't you want to show it to me?" 

Donna bit at her lip. Her blood suddenly felt very hot, and her eyes were 
fastened on Eva's breasts. She had never seen another woman naked; and she 
wondered what Eva's breasts would look like. Would they be the same? Would 
they be different? But she must do as Eva said. 

"Yes," Donna said. "Yes, I do." 

Once again, Donna lifted her skirt, baring her garters, the tops of her 
stockings, and the soft, hairy mound between her legs. Eva stared openly at 
her and spread her legs self-consciously. Eva's eyes opened even wider, and 
Donna could feel a wetness growing over her crotch. Impulsively, she touched 
her hairy mound and found it was wet 

"That's good," Eva said. "I like to watch you touch yourself. Do it again." 

Donna slowly spread her legs, reaching down with her hand, and felt her 
vagina. An electric thrill ran through her body. Impulsively-almost moving 
with a life of its own, her middle finger separated from the rest and began 
to trace a line up and down the groove of her vagina. 

"Put it in," Eva said lightly. "Let me see you finger yourself." 

Donna immediately plunged her middle finger into her body, and felt every 
muscle in her body tighten convulsively. Suddenly the palm of her hand was 
filled with clear, warm fluid, and Donna realized that she had had an 
orgasm. Eva was rubbing her hands over her breasts, slowly unbuttoning her 
suit jacket. Suddenly she stopped and pointed over to the long, low couch in 
the corner of the room. 

"Sit down there," Eva said. "Sit on the edge and spread your legs." 

Donna had no idea what was to happen, but she did know that Eva was 
providing her with great excitement 

Donna walked quickly over to the sofa, sat down, lay back, and lifted her 
legs. 

Eva quickly pulled a small settee over in front of Donna, and sat down so 
that she was facing between Donna's legs. Donna could feel herself breathing 
very rapidly. Even at that moment, she was having another orgasm. The 
muscles inside her vagina contracted and expanded, squeezing out more love 
fluid. 

Eva slowly lifted Donna's skirt up around her waist and began to run her 
hands up and down Donna's nylon-sheathed legs. Once or twice she lingered at 
Donna's garters, twisting her fingers in the elastic. Once she leaned over 
and kissed Donna's thigh in the same place that the cat had licked her. 
Donna winced with ecstasy, and spread her legs even further apart. She was 
tortured by pleasure, wracked by ecstasy. 

"You have a beautiful vagina," Eva breathed. "The kind I like to kiss." 

"Oh yes," Donna said. It was all she could do to keep from screaming: "Oh, 
please kiss it!" 

Suddenly Eva reached under both of Donna's thighs, and lifted up her legs. 
This had the effect of causing Donna to fall even further back on the couch. 
Her vagina was open-beckoning. Sliding her hands down Donna's thighs, Eva 
pressed her full lips against the wet opening. Donna squirmed 
uncontrollably, but Eva held her tightly, her fingers pressing into the soft 
flesh of Donna's buttocks. 

"More," Donna sighed. "Kiss it more." 

Eva did not seem to hear her, but it made no difference. Her head was going 
up and down now, as her tongue caressed the vaginal groove. Donna could feel 
herself experiencing orgasm after orgasm and she had to dig her fingers into 
the fabric of the couch to keep from rolling off. 

Eva's tongue was darting in and out of her body, touching her clitoris. 
Donna had never known there could be such ecstasy, and she wanted it never 
to end. 

Now Eva was sucking at her vaginal lips, rolling them back and forth between 
her own lips and gums. The fluid flowed in a steady stream. 

Donna looked over at her side and was startled to find that Racer was 
sitting on his haunches, staring at Eva as she continued to lick and suck at 
Donna's vagina. The cat's eyes were very bright, and his tongue lolled out 
of his mouth. Even more startling was the stiff member that protruded from 
between his legs, sticking out on the carpet. It took Donna a moment to 
fully realize that the cheetah was sexually stimulated. The cat knew what 
his mistress was doing, and he was excited by it 

Donna knew she should be shocked by such a spectacle. Instead, she was 
further excited. 

And then Eva was sitting again in front of her and the wonderful, darting 
tongue was gone from between her legs. Eva's mouth was wet. 

"Easy, Racer," Eva said, patting the animal on the head. "It's not over yet" 
Then she turned to Donna. "Did you enjoy the way I made love to you, Dear?" 

Donna was speechless. All she could do was shake her head affirmatively. And 
she knew she wanted more. 

"Let me see your breasts." 

Donna's fingers flew over the buttons on her blouse, tearing and ripping at 
the fabric. When she had removed her blouse, she reached behind her back and 
unsnapped her bra. Then she removed the bra and cupped her breasts, as if 
offering them as a sacrifice to Eva. She could fed her nipples-hard and 
distended-biting into her palms. 

"Now would you like to see mine?" 

"Yes," Donna said, finally finding her voice. "Yes, I would. Please." 

Eva unhurriedly unbuttoned the buttons on her suit jackets, and shrugged it 
off her shoulders. Donna gasped. She could see now that Eva wore a 
see-through blouse. And she was not wearing a bra. 

The jacket had hidden the massive size of the other woman's breasts. Eva was 
truly massively endowed. Her full breasts stuck out from her body, pressing 
against the nylon of her blouse. Eva's hard nipples pressed against the 
sheer fabric of the blouse; they became even more taut as Donna stared at 
them. 

"Do you like them?" 

"They're beautiful," Donna said quietly. "They're the loveliest breasts I've 
ever seen. Truly, they are. The nipples are so big!" 

"Racer!" Eva said suddenly, slipping the blouse off her body and motioning 
to the giant cat Racer immediately perked up his ears, leaped to his feet 
and ran across the living room to stand beside his mistress. 

"Racer likes my tits too," Eva said, glancing up at Donna. "Watch, and 
you'll see what I mean when I say that Racer is the only male companion I'll 
ever need." She reached down and patted Racer's head. The muscles twitched 
in the cat's body. "Do you want to suck me, Racer?" 

A low, sensual growl erupted from the animal's throat A long pink, wet 
tongue darted out and licked across sharp, white teeth. As before, the 
animal's penis was hard, thrusting out from its body. 

Eva sat down on the floor. All of her movements were slow and graceful; and 
she never took her eyes from those of the cat Her hands slowly came up and 
cupped her massive breasts. The nipples sat in her palms like pieces of rock 
candy, their tips pointed and sharp. "Lick them, Racer," Eva said. "Show 
Donna how nice you can be." 

The cat knew exactly what was expected of it. It craned its neck forward, 
and licked at one of the exposed nipples. Eva cried out, and squeezed the 
breast in her hand. "Racer's tongue is very rough. When he licks it over 
your nipples, it's like every nerve in your body is coming alive." 

Donna said nothing. Her mouth was open as she stared at Racer and Eva. Her 
own hands were unconsciously toying with her breasts, and she tried to 
imagine what it would fed like to have the great cat licking at her nipples; 
the rough, wet tongue lapping up and down. 

The cat's movements became more agitated. His bead moved up and down more 
quickly. Donna could see that both of Eva's nipples were very enlarged, 
jutting out from the ivory white flesh surrounding the red-orange tips. Now 
even the flesh was becoming red from the cat's licking, but this seemed to 
only increase Eva's pleasure. She was squeezing both her breasts now, urging 
the cat on. Racer seemed to thoroughly understand what his mistress expected 
of him, and to enjoy the activity. 

Donna squeezed at her own breasts. When this did not satisfy her, she began 
to squeeze the nipples hard between her fingertips. It amazed her how the 
nipples swelled up beneath her own touch. Finally she began to slap her 
breasts back and forth, as she saw Eva doing. A warm, beautiful glow was 
traveling throughout her body. 

Eva had taken one hand from her body, leaned forward, and was groping 
between the animal's legs. The cat purred excitedly, and lifted one leg. The 
frequency of his lapping did not diminish. If anything, it increased; the 
pink tongue was scarcely more than a blur as it raced up and down the flesh 
of Eva's chest, lapping at Eva's breasts as though they were great puddles 
of rich cream. 

Eva continued her groping between the animal's legs, and it took Donna a few 
moments to realize that Eva was actually playing with the cat's penis, 
forcing Racer to ever greater heights of ecstasy. Her hand jumped up and 
down, stroking and poking, rubbing and patting. And then her hand came away 
wet 

Donna's own vagina was wet; she craved some form of stimulation. Eva was 
completely preoccupied with the love-making of her pet cheetah, and Donna 
was frantic. At last her eyes came to rest on the long, knob-tipped handle 
on a serving dish in the middle of the coffee table. Still squeezing her 
breasts, Donna leaned over and picked up the article. 

She stared at It for a moment, then turned it in her hand and thrust the 
handle up under her dress. 

"Yes, dear," Eva said, her eyes glazed, her hand pumping beneath the cat's 
body. "That's a good idea. Let me see you fuck yourself with the dish." 

Donna barely heard her. Passion was carrying to the tops of mountains she 
had never known existed. The knob of the handle was brushing against her 
vagina now. It slid back and forth easily, owing to the love juices that 
were smeared all over her hair, and was still flowing from her body. Donna 
lifted one leg, braced it on the top of the coffee table, and thrust the 
handle of the serving dish into her body. She let out a loud groan as the 
wooden length slid into her, and then came to rest against the back of her 
womb. 

Eva was in a frenzy now, watching Donna, and masturbating the cheetah. 
Suddenly the woman lay back on the floor, reached down and pulled up her 
dress. At the sight of Eva's long, lovely legs, her blue stockings and 
garters, Donna pumped the dish into herself even harder. She was having 
another orgasm. Despite the fact that the muscles in her arm were growing 
numb, she continued to pump the handle back and forth. Come flowed down out 
of her body, over the surface of the dish, into her hand, and onto the 
floor. With her free hand, she continued to squeeze and pull at her nipples. 

"I can't stand it," Donna moaned. "I can't stand the pleasure." 

"Keep going!" Eva commanded. "Keep going! It's only begun." 

As his mistress had laid back on the floor, Racer had jumped around to her 
side, and was busy bending over her, lapping back and forth at her breasts. 
Eva still had one hand thrust out to her side, moving around between the 
beast's legs. With the other hand she reached down and struggled .to remove 
her panties from her body. At last they came off, down past her garters and 
over her stockings. Finally she lifted one leg and threw them over to a 
corner of the room. Then she spread her legs out flat on the carpet 

"Down, Racer," Eva said, "Get down on me." 

She was pushing at Racer's head with her hand, forcing him further and 
further down her body. But Racer knew what was expected of him. He paused a 
moment to lap at her exposed belly-button, then quickly leapt between her 
legs. Without a moment's hesitation the cat buried his head between his 
mistress's thighs. A strange mask of ecstasy and peace came over Eva's face, 
freezing the features in an expression of unearthly passion. Donna stared at 
the two of them. Hypnotized, tortured by the pleasure they were sharing 
together. Racer was tapping now, his neck muscles stiff as he struggled to 
maintain his position between Eva's wildly thrashing legs. 

Donna was leaping up and down on the wooden handle now, striving to drive 
the handle even further into her body. And then Eva motioned for her to come 
over. 

Quickly Donna took the handle from between her legs and rushed over to kneel 
down beside the prone figure of Eva. Eva's lips worked feebly, her words 
choked off by her passion. Donna could hear slurping, wet sounds coming from 
the area where Racer was at work on his mistress' body. Donna bent down 
close to Eva's mouth so that she could hear the words that dribbled from the 
trembling lips. 

"Kneel down over my mouth," Eva whispered. "I want to eat you again" 

Donna whirled her skirts up over her waist, then swung one leg around and 
over on the other side of Eva's head. Eva suddenly reached back around 
Donna's waist and pulled Donna's vagina down onto her mouth. Immediately 

Donna felt Eva's tongue slipping up into her, exploring all her inner parts. 

Donna arched her back so' as to make the passageway between her legs even 
more straight and narrow. The tongue crept up, lapping at her stiff 
clitoris, causing the fluid to flow in great, milky spurts. 

Donna kept her eyes glued on the animal's bobbing head, a few feet away from 
her. Racer had crouched down even further, and now seemed to be trying to 
suck at his mistresses vaginal lips. Donna could see that this was difficult 
for the animal to do, and Eva was jerking her hips up and down in an effort 
to help him. Also, the animal's haunches were twitching violently now that 
Eva's hand was no longer there to stimulate him. At once, Donna felt and 
overwhelming passion for both Eva and the cat She wanted to suck Eva's 
vagina lips, and she wanted the cheetah to be stimulated. 

She was already completely busy, what with Eva sucking and licking at her 
vagina, and her own hands buried in the mounds of flesh on Eva's chest 
squeezing and teasing at the nipples. She could feel Eva's hand caressing 
the area around her anus; she could feel Eva's index finger groping for the 
tight hole, and then squeezing through the surrounding flesh to finally 
enter it 

"God," Donna moaned, beside herself with ecstasy. 

"I want to suck you," Donna moaned. 

Somehow, the cheetah seemed to understand her wish. The cat suddenly bounded 
away from Eva's body, leaving the area between her legs completely exposed. 
Seeing this, Donna opened her mouth in a silent cry, fell over and took all 
of Eva's hairy mound of Venus into her wet mouth. 

Once again, Eva's motions settled down to a steady rhythm, moving up and 
down as Donna took the soaking vaginal lips into her mouth and sucked hard 
at them. Her body was still on top of Eva's, and Eva had grasped 

Donna's buttocks and pulled herself up so that her mouth was still buried 
between Donna's outstretched legs. They were coupled perfectly, and for long 
moments, the only sound in the room was the wet, slurping sounds caused by 
the movements of their mouths on one another's genitals. 

And then there was the exciting purring of the cat 

Now Racer was not sure what was expected of him. Both of the women were 
clinging to one another's body, covering each other's genitalia with their 
mouths, sucking and kissing one another. Their hands darted and flew to the 
other's breasts, squeezing and fondling. And the cheetah's penis ached with 
unspent passion. 

Racer could see Eva's index finger slowly moving in and out of the hole 
between the other woman's buttocks. He slinked forward, and touched his 
muzzle to his mistress' hand. Immediately the hand came away. 

Racer nuzzled the open hole. The woman on top of his mistresses began to 
hump up and down wildly. Racer nuzzled the opening again, and he heard a 
strange sound come fro the other woman's mouth. 

His body was now aflame, and he began to climb up on top of the wildly 
writhing bodies. The feel of the stockings on the woman's legs felt good to 
his smooth underbelly, and Racer rubbed up and down against the legs for a 
few minutes, then climbed up even further so that his aching member was even 
with the other woman's hole. And then the cheetah thrust his haunches 
forward, burying his stiff penis in Donna's anus. 

Once again there was a sharp cry from the other woman, the woman on top of 
Racer's mistress. But she did not try to move away. Her body was moving 
wildly beneath him, and Racer began to move, grasping the woman's shoulders 
with his paws, pressing his own body against hers. He could feel a warmth 
springing up in his belly, spreading throughout his body. The woman 
continued to move wildly beneath him. Racer purred. 

DOCTOR: And it is your feeling that the cheetah had an orgasm within your 
body? 

DONNA: Yes, Doctor. And I can't forget it I can't understand what came over 
me. 

DOCTOR: And you say that as far as you were concerned, you had no idea what 
Eva had in mind before she invited you over to her apartment 

DONNA: No. I swear that's the truth. I mean, I was attracted to her, but I 
really didn't understand why. I still don't understand why, and that's why I 
came to you. I mean, it was like Eva had some strange kind of power over me. 
I went with her to her apartment and had die drinks I told you about I 
couldn't understand what she was up to-that is, when she first started to 
fool around and then I saw that the Cheetah was excited. I mean, I saw that 
animal's penis and it shocked me. But the shock didn't stop me from doing 
what I did. Am I an evil woman, Doctor?" 

DOCTOR: I don't believe so, Donna. I believe you are a troubled individual, 
but I believe we can get to the root of those troubles. Did you have a good 
relationship with your father? 

DONNA: Not really. My father was always drinking, and carrying on with other 
women. He hurt my mother terribly. He was a no-good man. 

DOCTOR: Uhm. How about your mother? Did you get along with her? 

DONNA: Always. It was always my mother who took care of me, and loved me. It 
was always my mother that I wanted to be like. I always loved my mother, and 
hated my father for what he did to her. 

DOCTOR: Do you think your mother enjoyed having sex with your father? 

DONNA: I know she didn't He was very brutal with her. With him, it was never 
making love. It was more like he always wanted to rape her, if you know what 
I mean. 

DOCTOR: I know what you mean. And I think we're getting close to the root of 
your problems. Of course it's much too early to tell. But there are certain 
indications that the episode with Eva and her cheetah was predestined 
because of your experiences in your childhood. 

DONNA: But what about Eva? 

DOCTOR: It would be impossible for me to say without talking to Eva. But 
from what you tell me, Eva is a pretty sick girl herself. It appears that 
she herself had relationships with her pet cheetah regularly. Actual sexual 
Intercourse. 

DONNA: Yes. She hated men. She would rather go to bed with her animal. I 
don't want to be like that, Doctor. Not ever. It's true that I had anal 
intercourse with the animal, and I knew that I must face up to it I was just 
too carried away to stop myself. When I felt Eva's tongue inside my vagina, 
licking around-her hands squeezing my breasts........and then I felt Racer 
crawling up my back, his penis pressing against my anus......I had to have 
him in me. Can you understand that. I had my own mouth on 

Eva's vagina and it was so wet, so delicious......that I couldn't stop. I 
had to have all of my body openings filled. And then I felt Racer on my 
back, and I'd seen him eating away at Eva.....well, I just let him push it 
into me. 

I don't ever want to allow it to happen to me again, Doctor. Not ever. I 
want to be a normal, healthy woman. Can you help me? I don't ever again want 
to feel that I..... want...to.....be laid by an.....animal. 

DOCTOR: Easy now, Donna. Don't cry. The very fact that you're upset is a 
healthy sign. I think if s obvious that you were originally looking for a 
lesbian relationship even though you didn't realize it at the time. This 
urge was probably planted in your childhood. You felt, after your 
experiences with your mother and father, that the only good relationship you 
could have was with another woman. And so you were an easy target for Eva, 
and her perversions. 

DONNA: Can you cure me, Doctor? 

DOCTOR: You'll have to cure yourself, Donna. But I think that will be 
relatively easy. For one thing, you are highly motivated. And we have 
already begun the process of cure with the story you have told me. I see no 
reason why, one day, you shouldn't walk out of here as a normal, healthy 
woman. And I'm sure there will be a young man waiting for you. 

CASE SIX 

"And then I saw the thing standing in front of mo. If s organ looked two 
feet long.......' 

NAME Baker, Joan HEIGHT: 5'4" WEIGHT: 124 lbs. AGE: 37 

REASON FOR REFERRAL Trauma resulting from participation in Native tribal 
rites. 

DOCTOR: You and your husband have worked together as a team for many years? 

JOAN: Since we got out of college. We were married right after graduation, 
and we immediately went to Brazil since we were both anthropologists, and it 
seemed to us that Brazil was the best place to begin our studies on 
primitive tribes. We wanted to discover tribes of people that no one had 
ever discovered before. Brazil seemed the best place to do that Brazil has 
more unexplored jungle than any other country in the world. We thought we 
would discover tribes and tribal customs-that would make us famous. 

DOCTOR: And you did? 

JOAN: Oh, not the first time. I guess it was the third time we went back. We 
had heard of a mysterious tribe at the headwaters of the Amazon. Apparently 
they worshipped some god that they believed was the god of all animal life 
We were excited about this, for from all the reports we had heard, there 
actually was some sort of half-man, half-beast, that they worshipped, and 
that was real. There were legends about it Well, to us, this seemed as 
though it would be a fantastic discovery, if we could find this beast. After 
all, for all we knew, it might be the famous 'missing link'-the link between 
animal life and human life on the Earth. We immediately set out to find the 
tribe. 

DOCTOR: But you had trouble from the beginning. 

JOAN: Yes. None of the friendly natives would go with us, not after they 
found out where we wanted to go-and what tribe we wanted to find. They were 
all afraid. So we had to go alone. And we did. 

DOCTOR: But you found the tribe. 

JOAN: Yes, After many weeks of searching, and almost being killed by the 
wild life and so on in the jungle But at least we paddled out way up onto a 
long, cleared shore. And natives came out to carry our canoe up on the 
shore. From their appearances-completely different from any tribe we had 
ever seen before we knew they were the Zuanis, the tribe we had set out to 
find. 

DOCTOR: But they were completely friendly? 

JOAN: Yes. At first they were. But of course we didn't know at that time, 
Jim and I, what it was that they want us for. 

DOCTOR: You mean, you didn't know what they want you for. 

JOAN: Yes. That's exactly what I mean...... 

DOCTOR: How long had you lived with them before you found out exactly what 
it was that they wanted you for. 

JOAN: About three months. By this time, we had learn their language, and 
taught two or three of their head ma to speak ours. 

DOCTOR: Tell me what happened then....... 

JOAN: We were summoned to a meeting of the heads the village. We were not 
surprised because this was fairly common custom. If I had known what was 
going to happen that afternoon, I think I might have commit suicide........ 

Joan walked assuredly to her place at one corner of the counsel ring, and 
sat down, crossing her legs as she did so. Her husband sat down beside her. 

"I wonder what this meeting is about," Joan's husband said. "This is the 
first time I've ever known them to call one at this time of the day." 

"Maybe it's something really special," Joan said, squeezing her knees in 
anticipation. "Maybe now we're going t get a look at the thing that we came 
all this way to see. 

"You mean the missing link' ?The half-man, half-beast?" 

"Why not?" Joan said, shrugging her shoulders. We've been here months now. 
Don't you think they trust us by now?" 

"I don't know," Jim said.-"There's something creepy about the whole thing. 
Sometimes I feel like saying the hell with it, and getting out of here. I 
don't like the way some of those native men look at you." 

"Oh, come now," Joan said impatiently. "After all, they are men, and I'm not 
the ugliest woman in the world. You like to play with my body. Why shouldn't 
they enjoy looking at it?" 

"I don't like it when you talk like that," Jim said. "It almost seems as if 
you enjoy their attention. After all, they are savages, aren't they?" 

"They've never bothered us in any way. After all the fear we saw in the 
other natives, we ought to be grateful for that And you can't keep a man-any 
man-from looking at a beautiful woman." 

"Oh, I know that," Jim said. "But sometimes I get the impression that 
they're looking at you in a different way, almost as if they were thinking 
of you not for themselves, but for some other purpose." 

Joan felt a cold shiver run down her spine. As a matter of fact, she had 
gotten the same impression herself, and had tried to shrug it off as her 
imagination. Now she was not so sure. 

"Oh, that's nonsense," Joan said. "Be quiet now, here comes the chief." 

The chief of the tribe entered the ring of bodies and took his place on the 
large pillow at the northern end. Joan and Jim bowed, as they had learned to 
do, showing their deference and respect The chief smiled back at them. 

"We welcome you to our counsel," the chief said, addressing them directly. 

Joan and Jim looked at one another. Usually, in the council meetings, they 
were completely ignored. And this was the way they preferred it to be, 
unknown unrecognized. This way the members of the tribe forgot about them 
and went about their business, enabling Jim and Joan to go about their 
business of writing and studying the tribe. But now they were the first ones 
who had been spoken to. 

"We greet you," Jim said, using the native tongue. "We honor your presence." 

"No," the chief said, "We honor your presence." 

He had motioned to Joan. Jim looked back and forth between his wife and the 
chief. Joan was suddenly very conscious of the way her breasts and nipples 
stuck out from her khaki work jacket And the slacks she wore were very tight 
She had never been self-conscious about these things before. But there was 
something about the way the chief had spoken that made her so now. 

"I don't understand," Jim said quickly. You are pointing to my wife What is 
different about this occasion?" 

"We have been grateful for this gift from the sun gods that you call your 
wife," the chief said. Joan's eyes widened, and Jim made as if to speak but 
the chief cut him off with a wave of his hand. Immediately there were a 
dozen strong warriors surrounding Jim, their hands on the long daggers that 
they wore in their waist bands. "We know your woman is a gift from the sun 
god, because she is so perfect" the chief concluded. 

"Please" Joan said, blushing. "I appreciate your attention, but-" 

"You have a wondrous body," the chief continued, "and wisely, you have never 
made any attempt to conceal it from us. Even though you cover your body, 
your clothes are so tight as to leave no doubt as to how you're formed. You 
have wonderful growths on your chest, growths that all men like. And with 
the pants that you wear, we are always able to see the cleft and swelling of 
the thing between your legs; the wondrous opening-that hole-that all men 
live to thrust their own organ into. Yes, woman called Joan, you have been 
most generous." 

Joan immediately flushed a brilliant scarlet, covered her chest with her 
arms and brought her legs tightly together. "I never meant to," Joan said, 
her tone verging on panic. "You all have the wrong idea." 

Out of the corner of her eye, Joan could see her husband struggling with two 
or three of the chief's young warriors. His struggles were all in vain. 

"No," the chief said. "We know exactly why you are here. And we thank the 
sun god." 

"But we came here to see Rah," Joan exclaimed. "Your god, half-man, 
half-beast You know that" 

The chiefs eyes gleamed. "See Rah, you will!" The chief said loudly. "For 
Rah has given the sign that he is now ready to see you!" 

"I still don't understand." 

"Rah wants you," the chief repeated. "You will be Rah's bride. He has seen 
you from the mountaintop." 

Joan gasped, and struggled against the hands that held her. But she was 
swept along the ground like a twig in a torrent of human flesh. She looked 
for Jim and saw that he was being dragged along, too. She opened her mouth 
and screamed, but it did her no good. Her screams echoed back and forth 
against the rock walls of the surrounding cliffs....... 

DOCTOR: Where did they take you? 

JOAN: To a place Jim and I had never seen before. There was a cleft in the 
rocks along a sheer cliff face. On the mountain. Jim and I had thought there 
was nothing but solid rock all the way through. Instead, we found ourselves 
dragged through this opening. It came out into a small valley, all green and 
lush. There was a path that led down into the valley, then up the other side 
and stopped before a huge cave cut into the other rock wall. There was a 
huge wooden altar in front of the cave. 

They took Jim and tied him to a stake at one end of the valley. 

DOCTOR: Did it appear as though they wanted to hurt him? 

JOAN: At first I thought so. Then I realized they had just put him there to 
keep him out of the way while they did to me whatever they were going to do 
to me....... 

DOCTOR: And what did they do to you? 

JOAN: They tied me up alongside the wooden altar. Then they stripped the 
upper half of my body........ 

Joan struggled with all her might, but it was useless. In a matter of a few 
seconds the chief and his helpers had torn her blouse from her body, then 
cut her bra straps, leaving the top half of her body completely exposed. 

Her breasts cascaded down across her chest, and her nipples gleamed in the 
harsh sunlight. She tried to cover herself, but it was no use. Her hands 
were tied securely to a rail on the wooden altar. There was nothing she 
could do but stand there, helpless in the nakedness. 

What made it worse was that her breasts were very large-much larger than 
those of the native women-and all the man were fascinated by them. They 
crowded around and stared. Joan was horrified to find that her embarrassment 
caused the nipples to tighten and harden. They rose up and pointed ahead. 
The men laughed, and then the chief ordered them away. 

Jim was yelling at the top of his lungs. As Joan watched, one of the natives 
came over and pressed a large, liquid-filled gourd to his lips, forcing the 
liquid down his throat I understand, Jim's eyes glazed, then his head 
slumped forward on his chest "You haven't hurt him?!" 

"It is just a sleeping potion," the chief said. "His noise will disturb Rah. 
He will sleep throughout the offering." "Offering?!" 

"Only of your body," the chief said. "Rah will not harm you in any way." The 
chief smiled. "In fact," he continued, "you might find yourself highly 
delighted. You should consider this a great honor. All of our own women-even 
those who are married-secretly wish for Rah to choose them at least once to 
be his bride." 

"But I have a husband!" 

"Do not yell!" the chief said, growing impatient "Rah will only use you for 
a little while, and then you may go your own way. But first you must be 
given to Rah. Rah has demanded it." 

Joan opened her mouth to protest again, but was cut short by a roar that 
came from the depths of the cave and echoed out over the valley. Joan felt 
her flesh begin to crawl. What manner of beast resided in the cave?!" 

"That is Rah," the chief said, as if answering her thoughts. "He has told us 
that he is coming." 

Even in the midst of her terror, the scientist in Joan was at work. "What is 
Rah?" she said. "How did he get here?" 

The roaring increased in volume, and Joan shuddered. 

"Rah is our god of living things," the chief said. "As you will soon see, he 
is a man-beast, with the best of both. He has the cunning of a man, and the 
strength and lust of an animal. A perfect combination." 

Joan opened her mouth to speak but could not make any sound come forth. 

And then Rah appeared in the entrance of the cave. 

Joan was too startled to scream. Rah was the missing link, she thought, even 
as the creature slowly made his way down toward her. 

He moved on two feet, but they were large, heavily muscled legs, and he 
moved awkwardly, as thought he were just learning to stand erect 

He had a high, downed forehead, and his eyes were very man-like. How they 
were fastened on her breasts and they glowed with passion. Rah's entire body 
was covered with long, silky hair. 

Rah stopped a few feet away from Joan, and a low rumbling escaped from his 
throat 

"He likes you," the chief whispered. 

Joan wondered what would have happened to her if Rah had not liked her, but 
she did not have time to ask the question. Still staring at her pendulous 
breasts, Rah suddenly stood up straight, and Joan gasped for breath. 

The silky hair between his legs parted, and Joan could see a monstrous penis 
swelling up before her eyes, jutting out from between the muscular thighs, 
pushing aside the surrounding curtain of hair. It grew and grew, swelling 
with blood; Joan wondered when if ever, it would stop growing. 

And then it was there before her, a massive log of a penis, fully two feet 
in length, and bigger around than both of her hands forming a circle. 

Joan was filled with a new panic, and struggled to free herself from her 
bonds. Surely, she thought such a member would injure her. And even if she 
lived through the ordeal of Rah's love-making, what kind of a woman would 
she be later, having been raped by an animal-god? 

Why then, did she feel a sudden excitement in her loins. Rising above her 
fear like a phoenix above the ashes, was a strange form of excitement For 
all she knew, she was looking upon the largest penis in the world. No matter 
that it belonged to an animal, for this animal was also half-man. And it 
looked like a man's penis. She could even see a large pair of testicles 
dangling down between his legs underneath the base of the penis. What would 
it feel like to have that great organ stuffed between her legs? 

Joan shook her head, trying to shake such thoughts from her mind. It was 
insane that she should be aroused by the prospect of being made love to by 
such a beast. Still, there was no denying that she was aroused. The nipples 
on hee breasts had swollen to the size of quarters, and they were trembling, 
but not with embarrassment. The were trembling with passion. 

"There is something about Rah," the chief said, "that arouses a maiden's 
passion. I can see you are no different from all the others. Relax and enjoy 
yourself. And remember that you must be content with having Rah only once 
for he has a different maiden each time." 

"I don't even want him once-" 

Joan hesitated. One of the great hands had come out and was toying with her 
breast. For all Rah's fierce appearance, his touch was surprisingly gentle. 
And she seemed to sense a gentleness in his eyes, even a shyness. It seemed 
incredible, nevertheless it was true. Joan considered herself a good judge 
of character, and this beast seemed surprisingly gentle. Even lonely. 

Her breast danced beneath his fingers, and Joan stood very still. Then the 
other hand came up and squeezed her other breast The shock was electric, and 
Joan could not prevent a groan of pleasure from escaping her lips. 

She was alone with Rah now. The chief had gone back to sit with his tribe, 
circling the altar behind her. Joan could see only the eyes of the beast 
before her. 

Rah stepped forward and the head of his long penis brushed against her body. 
Joan shivered. But Rah made no move to penetrate her with his member. 
Instead he bent forward and, bracing his hands on either side of her, began 
to gently lick at her breasts. 

Rah's tongue was very man-like, only stronger and slightly rougher. The 
sensation of the rough tongue licking across her smooth flesh and dimpled 
nipples was absolutely delightful. 

"Ohhhh," Joan moaned. Rah grunted, and licked faster. At the same time, his 
lips wrapped around one of the nipples, and Joan felt it being sucked into 
his mouth. Joan moaned again, and could not keep from thrusting her chest 
forward, to help Rah in sucking her breasts. 

Rah's mouth was very strong. With the strength of his lips alone, he drew 
her nipple deep into the wet, warm recesses of his mouth until the flesh of 
her breast stuck out straight in the air. Then he released the nipple and 
the breast fell back on her chest, making a sharp, slapping sound. Joan 
found even this momentary pain delightful. 

But Rah was obviously upset that he might have hurt Joan. His fingertips 
caressed the red-tipped breast, and his soft eyes appealed to her. 

"It's all right," Joan heard herself saying. "Go ahead and suck the other 
one." 

She could hardly believe that she had spoken. She was actually trying to 
communicate with an animal. Why, then, did it seem as though Rah understood 
her? And why did she want Rah to understand her? 

Rah grunted and shook his head as though he understood. And then he reached 
across her body, squeezing her flesh in his hand, and popped the other 
nipple into his mouth. 

"Suck hard," Joan whispered. "You won't hurt me." 

Rah sucked greedily at her breast, stretching the flesh, sending delicious 
thrills up and down Joan's body. He had a trick of sucking her nipple into 
his mouth, then using his rough tongue to press it against the roof of his 
mouth, kneading it back and forth, massaging it until, in Joan's excitement, 
the tiny piece of hard flesh grew to twice its normal size. 

Joan loved it Her husband had never been able to give her such pleasure, yet 
here was this beast filling her with ecstasy. 

Only once, the chief had said. Only once. 

Her hands were still bound behind her back, and so she could not touch Rah. 
But his rigid penis was moving back and forth across her body. Once is 
slipped between her knees, and Joan quickly closed her legs. 

She did not press hard, for she did not want to hurt or frighten Rah. But 
she did squeeze very gently, her knee caps pressing against the hard, 
quivering flesh of his penis. 

Rah looked up sharply at her, and she could see his pleasure reflected in 
his eyes. His hips began to move back and forth, forcing the skin on his 
penis to slide back and forth. He obviously enjoyed this activity. Joan 
looked directly into his eyes, ran her tongue across her lips, and squeezed 
her knees together even more tightly. The beast groaned, and sucked hard at 
both breasts, alternating quickly between one nipple and another. 

And Rah was doing something else, He was reaching behind her back with his 
hands and removing her bonds! He was going to free her, Joan thought He 
wanted her, but he also sensed that she wanted him. Therefore, he was going 
to free her! 

The last of the ropes fell to the ground, and Joan felt the blood rush back 
into her wrists. She could flee, Joan thought Instead, she placed both of 
her hands down between her legs, on the upper surface of the penis. Then she 
grabbed it and squeezed hard. 

Rah growled his appreciation. Joan, still using both hands, continued to 
masturbate him, moving both of her hands rapidly back and forth in time to 
the movements of the beast's hips. 

Once she reached down and rested her hand on Rah's testicles. She could feel 
a warm wetness growing in the palm of her other hand. The beast was having 
an orgasm! Somehow, this made Joan sad. She did not want this experience to 
end. Not yet 

But the experience was not at an end. Rah was anything but satisfied. His 
man-like hands were groping between her thighs, massaging the mound beneath 
her slacks, pressing against it 

Joan could feel the wetness spreading over the front of her body, and it 
took a moment for her to realize that just the feel of her breast in the 
beast's mouth, and his hand in her crotch, was causing her to have an 
orgasm. 

She wanted him against her naked flesh! Still stroking his penis and 
testicles with one hand, she took the other and unzipped the zipper at the 
side of her slacks. Then she took Rah's hairy wrist and forced his hand down 
into her panties. Once again the sensation was like that of an electric 
shock. Joan squirmed, wriggling beneath the beast's touch, at the same time 
struggling to pull down her slacks and panties without pulling her breast 
from the beast's mouth. 

And then all of her clothes were off her body. And she knew what she wanted. 
Very quickly she jumped up and back so that she landed in a sitting position 
on the edge of the wooden altar. 

Her nipple came out of Rah's mouth with a loud pop. For a moment, Rah looked 
bewildered. But then he saw that his face was actually between Joan's legs, 
and she had spread her legs and planted her feet on his shoulders. 

Joan's vagina spread out before his eyes. He had had many maidens, but none 
as passionate as this one. She was not frightened. In fact, she seemed to 
want him to make love to her. Before, he had always been so lonely; now this 
maiden was reaching out to him......... 

Rah stroked the silken thighs, then came forward and kissed the glistening 
vaginal lips. The woman moaned and trembled. Rah kissed them harder, sucking 
the two slabs of flesh into his mouth and moving them around, running his 
tongue along their inside surface. 

The woman was so warm and wet inside; it filled Rah with a glorious feeling. 
He planted his mouth firmly on the open hole, and thrust his tongue into the 
gaping opening. The woman's legs suddenly tightened around his head, and he 
could feel the pressure of her hand on the back of his head. 

He wanted to please her, please her as she was pleasing him. 

Rah continued to lick at Joan, settling down to a steady, rolling motion 
with his head, sliding his tongue all the way into her body, tickling the 
soft, fleshy insides, then drawing it back out and running his tongue up and 
around the inside of the lips. 

The maiden seemed to like this very much, for her love juice was beginning 
to flow in large amounts, filling his mouth and throat with warm, sweet 
wetness. 

Once he found something small and hard inside her body, and he pressed his 
lips hard around this object, and massaged it gently with his lips. He could 
feel her insides contract around his tongue, and then she gushed. 

Suddenly she was tearing at his hair, trying to force him back. Had he hurt 
her? Did she want him to stop? The thought tore through Rah like the edge of 
a blade. 

Joan took Rah's head in her hands and forced him back. She must have more; 
much more. She must feel his penis in her hands. In her mouth. 

Rah stepped back from her body, his eyes filled with hurt Joan immediately 
jumped down off the platform, landing on her knees in front of him. The head 
of his penis was an inch in front of her eyes. And before she, or Rah, 
completely understood what she was doing, she took the base of the penis in 
her hands, steadying it, and slipped her mouth over the head. 

Rah grunted, and almost backed away. No maiden had ever done this to him 
before, and he was not quite sure what to make of it Whatever it was that 
she was doing-taking the tip of his penis into her mouth and rolling her 
head around, flicking across its surface with the tip of her tongue-it felt 
wonderful, and he did not want her to stop. 

There were so many things that Rah did not understand. For one thing, he had 
always been so lonely. He did not really know who, or what he was. He did 
not remember being born, and he did not remember any mother or father And he 
could not find anyone who was as he was. 

He had made his way to these mountains, and had resolved to live alone, away 
from the ferocious animals in the lowlands. And then one day he had been 
found by the natives, and they had showered him with gifts and made him a 
god. 

Rah did not understand everything. He understood that he was not a man. And 
he was not an animal. He belonged to no one. There were no females to keep 
him company and make him happy. He was destined to live out his life alone, 
a freak of nature. If it must be so, he had decided that it was just as well 
for him to stay with the natives who fed him, and worshipped him. Sometimes 
they would even bring one of their women for him to have. This seemed to 
also give him pleasure and so he played what he considered to be a silly 
game; he was their god. 

But still he had always been lonely. Some of the native women had been 
filled with passion; but they had also been filled with fear for, after all, 
they did consider him a god, and expected at any moment to be struck down 
with a bolt of lightening if they did not please him. 

It was different with this strange white woman; she seemed to give of 
herself because she wanted to give of herself, and this made all the 
difference in the world. 

And Rah was tremendously grateful to the woman for this. 

Meanwhile, Joan was filled with a flaming passion. She sensed that the 
beast-man was lonely, and this filled her with a strange, almost 
unquenchable fire. All she had to give him was herself, and she would do 
this. 

Again and again she tugged at the head of Rah's penis with her lips and 
gums. Again and again the beast had an ejaculation of sorts, a small trickle 
of come welling from the inch long slit at the head of his organ. 

Joan tried as hard as she could to place her mouth further and further down, 
but the penis was simply too huge. And so she contented herself with licking 
and sucking its tip, stretching her lips as far down on the surface as was 
possible. 

Rah moved back and forth very slowly, always careful not to make any sudden 
movements that might injure her. 

At the same time, his hands groped beneath her bent body and found her 
breasts. These he squeezed and fondled as she sucked at him. 

She wanted the beast in her. She must have Rah penetrate her body. 

But how? Even as she moved her head back and forth across the sensitive 
flesh of his penis, her mind raced. Then she looked up and the chief was 
standing beside her. For a moment she was startled, for she had almost 
forgotten that there was anybody else with her at all. And then she saw that 
he was holding a small pot in his hands. 

Even as she watched the chief put his fingers into the pot, then removed 
them. They were covered with a sticky substance. Joan understood. She 
reached up and took the pot from the chiefs hands. Then the chief 
disappeared. 

The pot was filled with fluid, and it was very smooth and very slippery. And 
she knew what it was for. 

Still kissing and sucking the head of Rah's penis, Joan dipped her fingers 
into the filmy liquid then brought the contents down and rubbed her fingers 
over her vagina. She could feel the liquid penetrating into her skin, 
lubricating it beyond belief, causing the tissue to swell to enormous 
proportions. 

Two times she did this, each time smearing a greater quantity of the strange 
fluid. Then she knew she was ready. 

Quickly she took her head away from the member and leaped up on top of the 
altar. 

Rah-still grunting and moaning with pleasure and desire-climbed up after 
her. Joan lay back and brought her knees up around her ears, and rocked back 
on her spine. Rah caught her thighs between his hands and spread the legs 
out even further. Then he came forward on his knees. 

Joan could see the massive member bouncing up and down. Creamy liquid was 
oozing from its head. She wanted it in her, she thought More than anything 
else, she wanted this thing in her. 

Joan reached down between her legs and took the end of the penis in her 
hand, steadying it, guiding it toward its target 

Then it was touching the entrance to her vagina. She knew that any sudden 
movement would injure her severely. Rah seemed to sense this too, for he 
remained motionless, perfectly content to let Joan guide his member home 
into her body. 

This Joan did. Very slowly she let the head press against the entrance to 
her vulva. The liquid was doing its job; the head slid easily into her and 
Joan gasped. It was so large. The head alone filled her as no man had ever 
done before, sent bolts of passion tearing through her body. She pushed her 
hips forward slightly. 

The penis slid in further. Already it seemed to be touching her womb, and it 
was only a quarter of the way in. 

"I want it, I want it," Joan repeated to herself, as if to convince herself 
that the impossible was possible. She must take this member into her body. 
She must. 

Every muscle in her body tensed and she put her hands on her knees and 
pressed outwards, spreading them as far as possible, stretching her vagina 
open. The penis slid in another two inches. 

"My God," Joan gasped. She could feel herself coming, the walls of her 
vagina going into violent contractions, flooding the insides of her body, 
adding her own lubricant to that the chief had given her. 

The rest was surprisingly easy. The liquid the chief had given her had the 
effect of expanding the walls of her vagina; the monstrous organ slid into 
her easily, filling her completely. 

Stars whirled in Joan's head, and she let out a long, slow moan. She came 
four times in quick succession, and at the same time she felt Rah's body 
quivering above her. He was wracked with trembling, and then he exploded 
inside her. The come squirted from the seal of her lips and fell onto the 
wooden altar in great puddles. 

Joan clung to the neck of Rah as he came again and again, each time his 
great muscle contracting and jetting great quantities of fluid into her. 
Soon everything grew dark and she flung her hips forward once again as she 
felt Rah ejaculate. 

DOCTOR: You blacked out? 

JOAN: Yes. But I wasn't injured in any way. It was just that my passion had 
carried me too far. The human body can only take so much pleasure, and then 
the mind reacts. 

DOCTOR: How do you feel about this now? 

JOAN: I can't forget. I can't forget the way I looked there at the entrance 
to the cave. Then he-or it-was standing before me. He was excited and his 
penis was almost two feet long. I can't forget that, Doctor. I can't forget 
I had that thing moving inside me. And he came inside me. 

DOCTOR: Does your husband know what happened? 

JOAN: No. He doesn't even know that Rah made love to me. After it was all 
over the natives wanted to keep me there because they saw how much Rah had 
enjoyed me. But it was Ray who made them let me go. I don't know how he did 
it, but somehow he and the natives have some kind of communication. Rah also 
made sure that no one told my husband what had happened. He understood, 
Doctor, he really did. 

DOCTOR: And you feel guilty, not because of what happened. Obviously you had 
no control over that You feel guilty because you enjoyed it so much. Is that 
correct? 

JOAN: I guess so. You can't imagine how it felt, because you're not a woman 
But all women secretly dream of being had by a beast such as Rah. They may 
not admit it but they do. And I was had by a beast and my dream was 
fulfilled. I couldn't have stopped myself, even if I'd wanted to do so. 
Which I didn't obviously. There was just something about the beast Rah that 
I can't explain. He was so human. And to think of him being forced to spend 
all of his days in that cave, with no one like him to love him or keep him 
company. It was just too sad. And I can't forgive myself for enjoying myself 
so. 

DOCTOR: Well, I think that's the key to it As you say, most women have a 
secret desire to be ravished by such a beast You had such a desire, and 
there was little you could do to control it Also, I think you were 
definitely motivated by pity for the beast As you said, he seemed so lonely. 

JOAN: I could see it in his eyes. He needed to be loved. He was reaching out 
to me for some kind of compassion. 

DOCTOR: Exactly. Being the kind of woman you are, there was nothing you 
could do but give yourself. Your act demonstrated compassion. 

JOAN: What can I do? No matter what I do, I can't rid myself of the guilt of 
enjoyment. 

DOCTOR: You must learn to forgive yourself. You must come to understand that 
your compassion was quite natural and your enjoyment of the ct could not be 
helped. I will help you all I can. 

JOAN: What can you do? 

DOCTOR: Help you dig into your own personality. Help you to understand 
yourself so that, one day, you will be able to find it in yourself to forget 
the incident, and continue with your life. It is the least you owe to 
yourself, and to your husband. 

JOAN: Thank you, Doctor. I'll try to be a good patient CASE SEVEN 

"The next thing I knew the door was open and he was dragging me into his 
cage..." 

NAM E: Jansen, Olga. 

HEIGHT: 57" WEIGHT: 126 lbs. AGE 32 

REASON FOR REFERRAL Trauma resulting from rape by a gorilla. 

DOCTOR: Olga, how long have you been with the circus? 

OLGA: All my life, Doctor. My father and my grandfather were circus people. 
I was on the high wire by the time I could walk. Not long after that I was 
swinging on the trapeze. I've been a performer all my life. 

DOCTOR: How long ago did you meet Herman? 

OLGA: About two years ago. We needed a new man in our act after father 
retired. Herman was big and strong. We decided he'd make a good handler. He 
was hired the moment we laid eyes on him. 

DOCTOR: Was there an immediate sexual attraction? 

OLGA: Boy, I'll say! I took one look at Herman-at the bulge of his 
crotch-and I decided I had to have Herman for a few private tricks. 

DOCTOR: When did you first have relations? 

OLGA: The very first night we worked together. 

DOCTOR: And this had something to do with what happened afterward between 
you and Marbu? 

OLGA: Yes. I would say so. 

DOCTOR: Tell me about it From the beginning. 

OLGA: Herman had been grabbing me all evening, of course, as part of the 
act. All of that flying way up there above the crowd can be very 
stimulating, you know. Especially when your holder is grabbing you around 
the waist and squeezing your tits. He knew I wanted him, and he wanted me. 
There was never any question of what we were going to do the minute we got 
the act over with... 

Olga slid down the rope from the trapeze and bowed in the center of the 
ring, letting the roar of the crowd wash over her. 

Her breasts ached deliciously from the squeezing of Herman's hands, and she 
could fed droplets of passion juice running down her legs. 

In a moment Herman was beside her, bowing, grasping her hand. 

"I want you," Herman whispered, smiling up into the lights at the unseen 
audience. "I want you now." 

"Now," Olga said. "I want you too." 

"Where? I'm in a hurry. I thought I was going to come in my pants up there 
on the trapeze." 

Herman's words excited Olga even more. He was so brute-like, so strong and 
independent Her mind raced, trying to think of a place on the grounds where 
they could go right away to make love. There was only one place that she 
could think of. 

"Back of the ring," Olga whispered, grabbing his hand and leading him off to 
the right side of the ring. "Behind the curtains." 

"Wait a minute," Herman said, his tiny eyes glinting stupidly. "They've got 
that damn ape back there." 

"Marbu?" Olga giggled at the sudden fear in the big man's face. "Marbu won't 
hurt you." 

"He's only the biggest gorilla I've ever seen." 

"Of course, silly," Olga said, tugging harder at Herman's arm, "that's why 
the circus bought him. Marbu is the biggest gorilla in the world. They 
thought he'd make a great attraction." 

"Well," Herman said, bending low so as to try to hide his hard-on from the 
audience, "I don't know if I want some over-grown monkey watching me make 
love." 

"Funny," Olga said, running her index finger up and down Herman's hand, "I'd 
have thought you were man enough to make love under any circumstance." 

"Well, I am," Herman said heatedly. 

"C'mon, Lover," Olga said. "Marbu's locked up good. I guarantee it" 

There was still a trace of fear in Herman's eyes, but his passion glow was 
even greater. He hurried after Olga as she led him back of the curtains at 
the far end of the ring. 

Marbu-all 800 pounds of him-was sitting in his steel cage. He bared his 
fangs as they entered, and a ferocious growl burst forth from his chest; a 
growl that immediately died as he recognized Olga. 

"You see?" Olga said. "Marbu knows me. He won't bother us, and he certainly 
can't tell anybody." Olga laughed at her joke, but Herman was still eyeing 
the gorilla warily. 

"Well, I don't-" 

Olga didn't give him time to finish. She was hot and she craved the feel of 
a man's penis filling the hole between her legs. From all appearances Herman 
had just the organ to do the trick and she was tired of him worrying about a 
dumb animal. 

Olga reached up around Herman's neck and planted her mouth on his. 
Immediately she stuck her tongue between his lips, forcing his mouth open. 
Herman grunted with pleasure and surprise and Olga forced her tongue all the 
way into his mouth. At the same time she brought her knee up gently but 
firmly between his legs, pressing it hard against the swollen organ that was 
his penis. 

That was all Herman needed. Olga closed her eyes and gave in to all of the 
delightful sensations that came to her as Herman's huge hands tore at the 
flimsy fabric of her costume, tearing it away and exposing her quivering 
breasts. 

That felt good. The costume was tight, and pinched Olga's large breasts. It 
felt good to have them hanging loose, being caressed by a strong man's 
hands. 

Herman's hands groped at her breasts, and squeezed them painfully. But Olga 
enjoyed the pain; the pain only served to increase her pleasure. 

His fingers were manipulating her nipples, forcing them to expand with 
passion. At the same time one hand was groping between her legs, squeezing 
the passion-swollen mound of her vagina. Olga groaned, supported herself on 
one of Herman's massive shoulders, and lifted one leg up. Being a trained 
gymnast, she was easily able to lift it high, and hold it straight out from 
her body so that her dripping vagina was completely exposed to Herman's gaze 
and grasp. Herman immediately inserted his thick middle finger and began to 
jab it in and out of Olga's body. 

Olga jerked her hips back and forth, trying to get his finger into her womb 
as far as possible. The finger was large, but still it left her unsatisfied. 
She knew she would soon have the penis inside her, but she would let Herman 
play with her first, let him do with her as he wanted. When the time came 
for them to love one another she wanted Herman to have reached a high 
plateau of passion. She did not want any second-rate loving. 

Herman's finger jabbed in and out of her. His thick lips searched for-and 
found-her hardened nipples and began to suck on them. Herman's lips-like his 
body-were very strong-and he was able to suck Olga's nipple far into his 
mouth, an action that gave Olga an increasing amount of pleasure. 

"Harder," Olga sighed. "Finger me. Suck me-harder." Herman increased his 
efforts. At the same time, Olga sensed another presence in the arena with 
them, another set of eyes on them, another consciousness watching her, 
reaching out for her. She wondered what it was, but was too excited to stop. 
She knew she would not stop, even if there were somebody else in the tent 
with them. 

Loud sucking sounds were coming from Herman's mouth. His finger jabbed into 
her and moved around. Finally he put two fingers in, bent down, and jabbed 
them up into her with all his might. That felt good. Olga reached down and 
began to stroke his swollen crotch. Quickly she unsnapped the buttons at the 
side of his costume, reached down inside his pants and grasped Herman's 
penis in her hands. There were wet spots on its tips and Olga realized that 
Herman was having a series of orgasms, even as he fondled her. That was 
good, Olga thought because she too was having orgasms, soaking her insides, 
Herman's fingers and hand. 

She must suck him, Olga thought She wanted to see what it felt like to have 
such a large prick in her mouth. 

Then-as she bent down to take Herman's penis into her mouth-she realized 
what the other presence was; it was Marbu. Marbu! Even as Herman was 
ravaging her body-and she was preparing to love his-Marbu was sitting in the 
near end of his cage, his large red eyes fastened on them, taking in 
everything they were doing. 

He knew Olga thought He knew what they were doing. 

Marbu's hand was between his legs, massaging a gigantic penis that was the 
largest organ Olga had ever seen. An ape, Olga thought She had given a 
gorilla a hard-on! Marbu knew! Marbu wanted her! 

Olga found this idea almost too much to bear; it excited her tremendously 
and she quickly leaned over and took Herman's penis into her mouth. Herman 
gasped and jerked forward with his hips. Olga sucked hard at it, all the 
time glancing past the stiff white rod to Marbu. She met his eyes at the 
same time she reached beneath Herman's penis and lifted his testicles. 

Does it give you pleasure, Marbu? Olga thought Does it give you pleasure to 
see me making love to a man in this easy? Releasing the testicles she once 
again plunged her mouth onto the stiff rod. She could taste Herman's salty 
come and she did not want him to shoot his entire load into her mouth. 

Without another word, Olga took her mouth away from the penis, leapt into 
the air, spread her legs and came down atop Herman's penis. It slid in to 
the hilt. Herman groaned, as much with surprise as with pleasure, astonished 
with Olga's remarkable athletic prowess. He had no way of knowing that 
Olga's mind was on the gorilla in the cage a few feet away from them. 

Do you like it, Marbu? Olga thought, holding onto Herman's neck and jerking 
her torso back and forth, holding his head tight to her chest where Herman 
sucked greedily at her breasts. Do you like to see Herman and me doing this. 
How would you like to give me a good fucking? Oh, I'll bet you would!" 

The ape shook his head back and forth, his hand working up and down 
feverishly between his legs. 

Herman could think of nothing but the woman riding his body, moving like a 
whirlwind. Her stamina was beyond belief. A fire was building between his 
loins; his testicles were filled with molten lava. 

"Come, come, come," Olga chanted, the juices of her own body rolling out of 
her vagina, trickling down Herman's belly, her eyes fastened on 
Marbu's..."Come, come come..." 

Herman came. His orgasm was volcanically explosive. Olga received his great 
gush of sperm. Her lips opened and peals of laughter rolled out through the 
tent 

And Marbu stared, and played with himself, his eyes burning with lust for 
the woman whose body excited him so. 

DOCTOR: It didn't surprise you that Marbu should be interested in your 
lovemaking? 

OLGA: I guess I really didn't think about it at the time. I mean, I was so 
caught up in making love to Herman, that the sight of that giant gorilla 
ogling me just made the whole thing that much more exciting, if you know 
what I mean. When I saw those eyes, and that great penis, well, it just 
about drove me out of my mind. 

DOCTOR: But, in a sense, didn't you encourage him? Didn't you look at him 
while you were making love with Herman, even after you know the gorilla was 
interested? And why didn't you leave when you realized that Marbu was being 
affected by what you did? 

OLGA: I don't know. 

DOCTOR: You started off being excited by Herman. You ended by being excited 
by the gorilla. Isn't this true? 

OLGA: Yes. Why else would I have done what I did? 

"Oh, yes, you are a handsome beast," Olga whispered, peeping through the 
bars at the great mass of hair and muscle that was the largest gorilla in 
the world. 

Marbu grunted and moved closer. Olga could see a stirring in the flesh 
between his legs. Her own mouth had suddenly grown very dry. 

"Would you like to see my body, Marbu?" Marbu, of course, said nothing. 
Unconsciously Olga found herself fumbling with the buttons on her blouse. 
The gorilla continued to stare at her. "Oh, yes," Olga said, he voice 
catching in her throat, "I know you would." 

Olga finished unfastening the buttons, unsnapped her bra and let it fall to 
the floor. Then she cupped her hands underneath her breasts and squeezed the 
nipples, offering them to the ape. Marbu shifted position. 

Still bare breasted, Olga began to dance back and forth in front of the 
cage. "I know, Marbu," she said almost drunkenly, "I know how it is with a 
lonely male. I'll bet you'd like one of your female gorillas in there with 
you right now. My God, how they must love to have that big thing shoved into 
them." 

Marbu grunted again. Inexplicably Olga found herself in the heat of passion. 
Her hand went down to her crotch and she began to massage herself. The ape 
looked on. Before she fully realized what she was doing, Olga was fumbling 
with the latch on the door of the cage. It did not have a lock, as such, for 
Marbu was often moved from his cage to his exercise pen by his handler. 
Consequently, there was only a metal latch. In a moment, Olga had unlatched 
the door and was swinging it back and forth, still cupping her right breast 
in her free hand. 

"Now, wouldn't you like to suck on this, big boy? Look at all that soft 
flesh, Marbu. Wouldn't you like to-" 

The gorilla moved with surprising speed, suddenly leaping across the space 
between himself and the door, reaching out and grabbing Olga up in his arms. 
But he did not want freedom, he wanted Olga. He drug her into the cage and 
shut the door behind him. 

Olga opened her mouth to scream and then didn't It was immediately apparent 
to her that Marbu did not intend to hurt her. In fact, his touch was 
amazingly gentle Rut he did want her. He wanted her body. 

The gigantic penis was rubbing up against her stomach. Olga closed her 
mouth. And her eyes. For long moments she was lost in rapture as the mighty 
organ rubbed back and forth against her bare flesh. 

"I like it," Olga whispered as she felt the leather-padded hand fondling her 
breasts. "That's it," Olga murmured. "Take me, take me," she breathed. 

While the one muscular arm held her tight and fondled her breasts, the other 
peeled away the tight-fitting slacks that she wore. Olga moaned with passion 
as she felt the strong fingers playing with her vaginal lips, separating 
them, working their short-but incredibly thick-stubby way into her body, 
moving them the way he had seen Herman do it 

But Marbu wasted little time imitating human behavior. Instinct quickly took 
over and his huge body was forcing its way onto Olga, his grand penis 
trembling, searching for the entrance to Olga's body. 

"Easy, Marbu," Olga sighed. "Be gentle with me." 

The great ape seemed to understand, for he began to move his body very 
slowly, taking care not to injure the woman. 

Then Olga felt the head of the organ at the entrance to her vagina. Using 
all of her athletic ability Olga spread her legs out apart as far as they 
would go. 

Inch by inch the great member slipped into her. Using her hands as a guide, 
she urged the beast on. Already she could feel her vagina contracting, 
oozing out great quantities of her own love juice. 

"That's it," Marbu, she whispered. "Just a little further now. That's it!" 

Marbu thrust his hairy hips forward. At the same time the muscles of Olga's 
vagina contracted in a volcanic orgasm and she settled back into the arms of 
her primeval lover. Her head fell against his hairy chest, as his hands 
continued to fondle her raw breasts. She could fed her love juices gushing 
out of her body, dampening her thighs. She was a peace with herself, her 
strange passion satisfied. 

Then she opened her eyes and gazed on Marbu's face. His blood-stained eyes 
stared back at her, even as his fat lips searched for her nipples. 

"Oh, my God," Olga said quietly to herself as the full realization of her 
act was brought home to her. "What have I done? What have I done?" 

Then she screamed and farted. 

DOCTOR: What happened then? 

OLGA: Oh, I woke up eventually. Marbu hadn't harmed me in any way, but I 
think I had hurt his feelings. I guess I screamed when I realized that I had 
allowed a gorilla to make love to me. Anyway, Marbu had set me down gently 
and he was sitting over in the opposite corner of his cage. I just kind of 
got up and got out of there. I was very upset. I waited months before I 
finally came to you. I can't imagine how I could have done such a thing. Can 
you help me, Doctor? 

DOCTOR: I don't know, Olga. It appears to me as though your case is quite 
complex and will require a good amount of digging into your past Perhaps 
it's your circus background that conditioned you to such an act Perhaps it 
is your naturally lustful nature. Are you willing to undergo such a complete 
analysis? 

OLGA: If it will help me to understand myself. 

DOCTOR: Then perhaps there is hope 

OLGA: Thank you, Doctor. 

CASE EIGHT 

"One moment it was Margo making love to me, and the next thing I knew I felt 
a wet tongue lapping at my crotch..." 

NAM E: Andrews, Maria AGE: 26 HEIGHT: 5' T WEIGHT: 126 lbs. 

REASON FOR REFERRAL: Trauma resulting from Lesbianism and Bestiality. 

DOCTOR: Tell me, Maria, was it you or Margo who made the first approach. 

MARLA: Margo. I mean, even though I'm not exactly turned on by men, I've 
never considered myself a lesbian. I always figured I was just unemotional, 
and didn't care about sex in any way. 

DOCTOR: But you immediately knew what Margo was after? 

MARLA: Yes, Doctor. There was something about Margo that completely turned 
me on. It made me want to try sex with a woman. I suppose part of the reason 
was that because I knew half of the men in the office were after her, and it 
gave me a certain pleasure to know that it was me that Margo wanted. I 
suppose that reflects on my character, doesn't it? 

DOCTOR: That's not for you to worry about Not at this point In any case, 
Margo-in you words-"turned you on" and you thought you'd give a lesbian 
relationship a tr. 

MARLA: That's about it I thought I could handle it and I suspected I'd never 
be able to have any kind of a relationship with a man. Of course, at that 
time I had no way of knowing about the depth of Margo's depravity. I had no 
way of knowing about her other two lovers, her Great Danes. 

DOCTOR: Tell me about it From the beginning. 

M ARLA: I'd always considered myself pretty sophisticated. I knew Margo had 
her eye on me, so I thought nothing of it when she came up to me at a 
lunchtime. I had a pretty good idea of what she wanted... 

Maria kept her pencil moving but watched Margo out of the corner of her eye 
as the shapely secretary made her way to Maria's desk. 

Margo was truly beautiful, Maria though, in a dark, slinky way. A sleek way. 
It was no wonder that all the men in the office wanted to take her to bed. 

Margo was dressed especially well on this particular day, all in basic black 
which made her even more beautiful and desirable. She wore a black cashmere 
sweater over a straight black skirt. Margo had large, pointed breasts and 
there was just the faint outlining of her nipples in the soft wool around 
her body. They were fine breasts, Maria thought; shapely breasts not unlike 
her own. She wondered what it would be like to kiss and fondle another 
woman's body-or to have her own kissed and fondled by another woman. 
Certainly, she could never allow a man to do such a thing. But a woman, 
maybe. 

Margo had broad hips, but they were not unattractive. Rather, their 
broadness seemed to accent the fact that Margo was a woman, and large hips 
usually meant a large vagina. After all, that was what womanhood was all 
about. 

The hips tapered down to two fine, slim legs that were now encased in sheer 
dark black nylon stockings. She wore black patent leather pumps that were 
very chic and graceful. 

The other woman's eyes glowed with passion, and this faintly amused Maria. 
Imagine, Maria thought, Margo's body is desired by every man in this 
building and she wants me. 

"Hello, Maria," the other woman said. Her tone was very husky. Her tongue 
came out and ran over her lips, leaving them glistening. "How is my favorite 
co-secretary today?" 

"Just fine," Maria said easily. It was obvious that Margo was staring at her 
breasts. Maria shoved her chest out "I feel fine," she said, intending to 
encourage Mario as much as possible. 

"I can see that for myself," Margo said meaningfully. 

"Good," Maria said. 

"Listen," Margo said, looking around her. "We've both got some time off 
coming. Why don't we take the afternoon off and you can come over to my 
place. I think we should get better acquainted, don't you?" 

Maria looked Margo directly in the eyes. "I'd like that," she said evenly. 

"Good," Margo said. "And you can see my pet dogs. They're Great Danes, a 
matched pair. One of the most beautiful sets of animals in the world." 

Margo's eyes gleamed even more as she spoke of the dogs and Maria wondered 
about this. But she did not think about it for long, for her body was 
suddenly filled with a longing. Her breathing was labored, and there were 
hot flashes before her eyes. Her nipples had suddenly began to ache, and her 
thighs had begun to itch. 

"I'd love to see your...animals," Maria said. 

"Then let's not waste any more time!" 

Margo took care of all the arrangements, seeing their boss and arranging for 
the rest of the day off. The two women hurried out of the budding, hailed a 
cab, and, in a few moments, were up in Margo's apartment. 

"Oh," Maria said, trying to think of something to say to blunt the passion 
she knew they both felt, "They are beautiful animals." 

The two massive dogs were laying side by side on the thick carpet at the far 
end of the room. Their massive heads were erect and their eyes clear as they 
returned Maria's gaze. 

It seemed strange to Maria that both of the dogs should be males. Still, 
there was no question about it because the dogs were both laying in such a 
position that she could not help but see their pendulous testicles hanging 
down from beneath their hindquarters. Maria swallowed, slightly embarrassed. 
The dogs wagged their tails and looked at their mistress as if expected 
something. 

"Not yet, my beauties," Margo whispered to them. Then she turned back to 
Maria. "Yes," she said, "they are beautiful, and in more ways than one. But 
don't you think we've wasted enough time already?" 

"I don't know what you-" 

But Margo had immediately taken the lead. She knew that she wanted Maria and 
she knew that the feeling was mutual. And Margo was not a woman to waste 
time. 

Gracefully Margo stepped up to Maria, lifted one leg like a Little girl, and 
encircled her neck with her arms. Their breasts were touching, pressing into 
one another. Maria could feel her own nipples growing hard. At the same time 
she could feel Margo's tensing. Margo was staring into her eyes. 

"Don't you agree that we've wasted enough time?" 

"Yes," Maria said slowly, opening her mouth and sucking in Margo's tongue. 

No more words were spoken between them, for none were necessary. Each woman 
continued to stare into the eyes of the others as their tongues met and 
mingled. 

Then Maria felt Margo's hand on her breasts. She gasped, then brought her 
own hand up, sliding it under Margo's sweater. Margo smiled and pulled in 
her stomach. Maria's hand went up to the packed bra and she slipped her 
fingers inside the bra, searching for the hard nipple 

"Why don't you take it off?" Margo said, taking her arms from around Maria's 
neck and removing her sweater. 

Maria fumbled with the catch on the bra and at last the two halves fell 
away. Margo held her hands behind her neck so that the two full breasts 
stood far out from her chest for Maria to stare at. Maria continued to gaze 
at the naked breasts and Margo tensed and untensed her muscles so that the 
flesh of her breasts rippled and danced. 

Maria caught a flash of movement out of the corner of her eye and it took 
her a moment to realize that the two Great Danes had risen as one body from 
their place on the rug and had come over to stand beside them. There was a 
dog on either side of Maria, and Maria felt vaguely uncomfortable. Their 
eyes stared up at Margo's breasts and it seemed to Maria as if the dogs were 
panting with excitement 

"What do they want?" Maria asked. 

Margo tensed her muscles again and her nipples danced in the soft flesh of 
her big breasts. "They just want to watch," Margo said. "They'll do no harm. 
After all," she continued, "boys will be boys." 

"But they're dogs!" 

"Ah, but they each have a prick between their legs." 

At first Maria was shocked by this statement Then she felt a warmth 
spreading over her body. The word "prick" sounded strangled on Margo's lips, 
and still Maria found herself disturbed by it in a way that was exceedingly 
pleasant 

Once again Margo was busy before Maria had a chance to really think about 
the things that were happening. Margo was tugging at her own sweater, 
pulling it up over her head. Maria felt something cold touch her ankle and 
she looked down to see one of the dogs licking at her ankle. She opened her 
mouth to protest, but Margo had already removed her sweater, bent over and 
was sucking the soft flesh of her belly. 

Now-rather than wanting the dog to stop-she wanted it to continue. The soft 
licking was only one of the pleasant sensations coursing through her body. 
She noticed that the other dog was licking Margo's legs, and this further 
excited Maria. 

The sucking was driving Maria mad with desire. She quickly reached behind 
her back and undid her bra, shrugging it off of her shoulders and letting it 
slide to the floor. 

"Suck me," Maria said, "Please, Margo, suck my tits." 

Margo smiled and began working her way up Maria's body. She lingered a 
moment on the round flesh of the breasts, bringing her tongue beneath them 
and lapping at them, then she sucked on one of the pink nipples an took it 
into her mouth. 

It went through Maria's body like an electric shock. Maria jumped but Margo 
held her firmly around the waist. At the same time the other woman began to 
move her head back and forth in strong motions, each time sucking Maria's 
nipple into her mouth. Maria felt as if her nipple was growing, welling up 
to monstrous proportions ...then Margo moved her mouth to the other nipple. 

The sensation was just as delightful when Margo sucked this breast, but 
Maria reached up with one hand and began to squeeze the nipple that Margo 
had just left It felt so good, Maria thought. It felt so good. She reached 
up with the other hand and began to squeeze and fondle Margo's breasts. The 
hard nipples felt good in the soft palms of her hands. 

Maria was only half aware of a low growling sound from the animals at her 
feet. And then she was struck with a fantastic sensation, one that made her 
cry out with pleasure and surprise. One of the large dogs had lifted his 
head up beneath her skirt and was nuzzling in her crotch! Maria gasped, but 
did not move away. She could see that the other dog was doing the same to 
Margo and that Margo had spread her legs so as to give the animal greater 
room to move around in. Maria did the same, and was instantly rewarded with 
the feel of the sharp tip of a smooth tongue slipping around the leg elastic 
of her panties and touching the swollen mound of her vagina. Maria 
involuntarily hunched her hips forward and sighed as the entire length of 
the tongue slid into her body. The dog immediately commenced to lick at her, 
forcing his tongue deeper and deeper into Maria's body. 

"My god," Maria whispered to Margo, "your dogs-" "Are my lovers," Margo 
finished for her. "And aren't they wonderful? Just relax and let the 
sensations roll over your body. They know just what to do, they're both very 
well trained." 

Something in Maria cried out against what was happening in the room. Margo 
was sucking at her breasts! And two monstrous Great Danes were tonguing 
their vaginas, obviously having been trained to do so. She must stop this! 

But she couldn't. It felt too good! Having been secretly sex-starved all 
these years, Maria was unable to break away from the delicious sensations 
that were flooding her body. The dog's tongue was flicking in and out of 
that marvelous hole in her body and...something strange was happening! She 
felt a warmth rising up in her thighs, spreading over her body. 

"What's happening to me?" 

Margo licked both breasts and looked up at her. 

"You're going to come," Margo said. "You're going to have an orgasm. Just 
relax and let it happen to you. It's the most wonderful thing that can 
happen to any woman...there..." Margo was panting, pushing her hand beneath 
her skirt and pressing on the dog's head. Her face was a grotesque mask. 
"...I'm...having one now!" 

Maria felt the muscles inside her body contract At the same time it felt as 
if something warm and wet was running out of her body. The dog growled 
softly and redoubled his licking motions. Maria felt her body squeeze 
together again and again. 

She wanted to see! 

Maria reached down past Margo's head and lifted Margo's skirt The sight of 
the black-ribbed, nylon stockings, black satin garters and black panties 
against the milk white flesh was very arousing. Maria could see now how the 
Great Dane had managed to pull down Margo's panties with his teeth while at 
the same time he had planted his muzzle in her crotch. There was white foam 
on Margo's hair and at the tip of the dog's muzzle and it took Maria a 
moment to realize that this foam came from Margo's body! That was what she 
herself had felt 

Maria lifted her own skirt and peered down at where the dog was licking her. 
Her hair was wet and matted as Margo's was. 

"I can't stand it," Maria sighed, "I can't stand it!" 

"Watch!" 

It was a command that could not be disobeyed. Maria watched, her eyes gaping 
wide, as Margo suddenly lifted her breasts, reached under her skirt and 
pushed the animal away from her. Then she reached under her skirt and 
completely removed her panties. 

The next thing Maria knew Margo was leaning back across the low slung coffee 
table in the center of the room. Her stockinged legs jutted out on to the 
carpet and the great dog was standing before her, barking loudly. Margo kept 
her legs tight and was holding her hand over her vagina, as though mocking 
the dog. 

"Look at him," Margo said easily. "See how he wants me." 

"No!" Maria said as the full realization of what was about to happen came to 
her. "No, you can't!" 

Then Margo suddenly let out a low moan, took her hand away from her vagina, 
and put them under her hips, bracing herself. At the same time she swung her 
legs high into die air, bent die knees back toward her ears, and spread the 
knees outward. Her vagina gaped open. 

The dog immediately leaped across the small space separating them, planted 
his paws on either side of her head and hunched forward. 

Maria opened her mouth to scream, but no sound came out. She stared, 
transfixed. She knew then that Margo had wanted this from the beginning. 
This was why she had been invited here, not only to make love to Margo, but 
to watch the dogs make love to Margo. Maria was horrified, and at the same 
time, fantastically excited. 

Margo was holding her legs aloft now by wrapping her fingers in her garters. 
Maria could see the dog's penis groping for the cavity in the center of her 
body and then it was in. 

Maria stifled a scream. Margo was humping her body up and down as though the 
dog on top of her was a man! There was a wild gleam in her eye and the same 
creamy fluid was oozing from her body. Maria stared as the two bodies humped 
at each other. 

But now something else was happening! The other Great Dane was in front of 
Maria, leaping up on top of her. She had a brief glimpse of a large, fully 
erect penis before the weight of the animal toppled her to the floor. 

Then Maria was grappling under the weight of the beast. But it was hopeless. 
The weight of the animal pinned her to the floor. At the same time his wet 
muzzle was nuzzling her breasts. She was horrified to feel a muscular leg 
dropping between hers, forcing them apart. The beast was determined to have 
her, as his comrade was having Margo! 

Maria struggled. All the while, the soft growling of the Great Dane mingled 
in her ears with the frenzied moans of Margo and the dog on top of her. 

"Oh, God, no," Maria signed. "Please, no!" 

But her muscles were giving way. The rough tongue on her nipples was 
delightful, sending electric sensations through her body. And slowly her 
legs were coming apart. She was spreading them. 

Maria closed her eyes; and she knew then what she would do. Her hands came 
down her body, sliding beneath the hairy body of the dog and tugged at her 
panties. The dog-as if sensing that she was about to do-lifted his great 
bulk for a fraction of a second and Maria slipped her pants down over her 
ankles. Now she was completely naked. 

Maria glanced over at Margo and her canine lover. The dog had bared his 
fangs now and was pumping back and forth very rapidly. Margo was having yet 
another orgasm as the dog's head came forward and lapped savagely at her 
breasts. 

Maria kept her eyes fastened on the two figures on the coffee table as she 
slowly-but steadily-spread her own legs and felt the dog bring his weight 
down on her body. 

She could feel his stiff penis coming up her leg, searching for the wet hole 
in her body. She could stand it no longer. Maria knew that she could not 
resist the beast, even if she wanted to. Biting her hp she reached down with 
both hands and guided the dog's hips pushing him in toward her body. She 
felt the hard organ enter her body and once again she felt her vagina 
contract in an orgasm. 

DOCTOR: From the way you describe your experience you could not have 
escaped, even if you had tried. 

MARLA: I suppose that's true. The dog must have weighed at least two hundred 
pounds. He had me completely in his power. But that's not what bothers me; 
it bothers me that-despite the fact that I was horrified-I still partly 
wanted to do what Margo was doing. 

DOCTOR: Actually, it was Margo who awakened you sexually, isn't that right? 

MARLA: Yes. I explained that It was as if I had been waiting for Margo all 
my life. She showed me what pleasure could be derived from my breasts and my 
vagina ...from my body. 

DOCTOR: You actually enjoyed it when she was making love to you? 

MARLA: Oh, yes. You can't imagine. When she took my breasts into her 
hand...and then began to suck them...I'd never had such a thrill. Not in my 
whole life. But then there were the dogs. I hadn't the slightest idea what 
was going to happen. I mean, one minute Margo was making love to me, and the 
next thing I knew I felt a wet tongue lapping at my crotch. Margo was right 
The dogs were well trained. They knew exactly what to do. And I think they 
enjoyed it 

DOCTOR: I'm sure they did. They had been taught by their mistress to enjoy 
sexual intercourse and play with human females. I'm sure you were not the 
first woman Margo had done this with. As you said, she had two dogs. She 
probably derived a great deal of pleasure seeing you raped by the second 
dog. 

MARLA: Then Margo is very sick. As sick as I am. 

DOCTOR: At least as sick. Yes, Maria. But she will have to find her own 
solutions. She will have to go to a doctor on her own. She can't be forced 
to seek psychiatric help. 

MARLA: What's the answer, Doctor? What's the answer for me? 

DOCTOR: The answer lies inside your own mind, Maria. First of all we have to 
discover why it is that you never felt the desire for normal sexual 
relations with a man. After all, it is quite obvious that you are attractive 
and I'm sure men would like to go out with you. 

MARLA: They'd also want to go to bed with me. I don't think i could stand 
that 

DOCTOR: Why not? You were perfectly willing to have Margo make love to you. 
Why is it that Margo didn't bother you even when she set her dog on you, and 
yet the thought of sexual relations with a man does bother you? 

MARLA: I don't know, Doctor. I guess it's just...maybe it's just because of 
what happened to me when I was very young. I had...a very bad 
experience...with...a man. 

DOCTOR: Do you want to tell me about it? 

MARLA: I can't tell you that now, Doctor. Maybe in time. 

DOCTOR: Who was it, Maria? Was it your father? 

MARLA: ...Maybe. I don't want to talk abut it now. I know I'm very sick, but 
you have to give me time. 

DOCTOR: Of course, Maria. You won't be cured overnight. But I have to have 
your cooperation. Will I have your cooperation, Maria? 

MARLA: Yes, Doctor. 

DOCTOR: Then I'm sure we'll find an answer to your problems. 

CASE NINE 

People have been known to use animals for sexual gratification almost since 
the beginning of time. In the Bible, Sodom and Gomorrah were known for their 
way-out orgies, many of them including animals. The Romans had for many of 
their main attractions, women with donkeys. 

It is still common today, especially in rural America. The farmer may have 
his sweetheart of a goat or he may just be a plain old 'chicken fucker.' 
That last comment can be taken three ways. He may be a 'chicken fucker' 
because most of the animals he screws, he gets them from the back. No 
warning, just sneaks up and slides it home. The second may be that he is a 
'fowl fucker,' that is, that he likes to bury his cock in a hole surrounded 
by feathers. The third may be that he is a foul fucker,' that is, he doesn't 
follow the rules and anything goes. If he can hold it still long enough to 
get his dick in, he'll fuck it. 

Of course, he has quite a variety of animals that he can keep for all 
purposes, one of which may well be for fucking. He can keep cows, they at 
least have tits that he can suck; he can keep sows too, they wouldn't be 
sloppy seconds but just plain old sloppy anytime. 

What I'm getting at is that bestiality doesn't only occur on the farm but in 
the city also, but the type of animal kept for this purpose is usually one 
that can be kept as a household pet. 

Dogs are the most common pets that are used for fucking. All breeds are 
used. The city lady who has a poodle with papers a mile long attesting to 
the validity of his proper breeding may not have him for his value but for 
the length of his cock or the lapping ability of his tongue. 

He most likely obeys her every command, in and out of the bedroom. She may 
have even instituted her own doggie school to teach him bedroom manners. 
"You lick only when told to." 

In his book, Psychopathia Sexualis, Richard von Krafft-Ebing regards 
bestiality as the 'violation of animals.' Here is what he has to say about 
the subject: 

"Violation of animals, monstrous and revolting as it seems to mankind, is by 
no means al-w a y s due to psychopathological conditions. Low morality and 
great sexual desire, with lack of opportunity for natural indulgence, are 
the principal motives of this unnatural means of sexual satisfaction, which 
is resorted to by women as well as by men. 

"To Polac we owe the knowledge that in Persia, bestiality is frequently 
practiced because of the delusion that it cures gonorrhea; just as in Europe 
an idea is still prevalent that intercourse with children heals venereal 
disease. 

"Experience teaches that bestiality with cows and horses is none too 
infrequent. Occasionally the acts may be undertaken with goats, bitches, and 
as a case of Tardieus and one by Schauenstein shown with hens. 

"The action of Frederick the Great, in a case of a cavalryman who had 
committed bestiality with a mare, is well-known: "The fellow is a pig, and 
shall be reduced to the infantry." (Author's note: If he was a pig, what the 
hell was he doing in the army, he should have been in the pen fucking a 
sow.) 

"The intercourse of females with beasts is limited to dogs. (This, of course 
is untrue, women will use almost any animal that is available to them.) A 
monstrous example of the moral depravity in large cities is related by 
Maschka: it is the case of a Parisian female who showed herself in the 
sexual act with a trained bulldog, to a secret circle of roues, at ten 
francs a head. 

"But there is another group of cases falling well within the category of 
bestiality, in which decidedly a pathological basis exists, indicated by 
heavy taint, constitutional neuroses, impotence for the normal act, 
impulsive manner of performing the unnatural act. Perhaps it would serve a 
purpose to put such cases under the heading of a special appellation; for 
instance, to use the term 'bestiality' for those cases which are not of a 
pathological character, and the term 'zooerasty' for those of a pathological 
nature." 

In her book, FEMALE SEX PERVERSIONS, Marney Adams described an animal show 
which could easily be held in a sexual circus. 

"The donkey act has been very popular in a Mexican border town for many 
years. A girl with an exceptionally large vagina is strapped stomach up to 
the stomach of the donkey. Her vaginal opening is very near his penis. Her 
leg on the audience side is left down for a better view. The other leg she 
throws high on his buttocks. 

"To get the donkey sexually stimulated another girl will begin to handle his 
penis and his scrotum. She will continue in a back and forth movement as if 
to make him ejaculate. When he has reached a large hard peak, she will guide 
it into the waiting vagina. 

"Once inserted, it is unlikely that it will come out until the culmination 
of the sex act. The donkey will quickly try to achieve his climax after his 
penis has come into contact with the warm tight walls of the vaginal canal. 

"When trying to reach his goal the donkey will begin a bucking motion in 
order to drive his penis the length of the canal and further if needed. He 
will make snorting noises. His bucking will graduate to a heightened frenzy. 
At the moment of ejaculation his penis will gain another three inches. This 
will be noticed by anyone watching. 

"The girl is then unstrapped and asked to sit over a glass jar. The 
spermatic fluid is then measured. It can measure anywhere between one and 
two cups. As the grand finale the girl will sometimes drink the contents of 
the jar." 

Jerie C. age 23, has been giving sexual shows for a long time. Her act 
always has involved an animal. Sometimes it has included more than one 
animal. She got into this racket because her family was involved with a 
circus and her father had a dog act. 

"I was born in the circus, and I guess that I'll always be in it. I wouldn't 
know anything else. 

I started giving my after the circus shows when I was about five or so. I 
might have been used in the shows before but I don't remember. 

"My father and I used to travel with different circuses and for extra money 
he would put on shows for selected people who were willing to pay the price. 

"He had a girl who used to work for him with the act and they lived 
together. She was sort of a pig and was always running around fucking 
everybody. He would use her in the sex act later because the whole thing 
hinged on a woman getting fucked by a series of dogs. 

"She was supposed to sort of look after me but she was always busy when my 
father was having to do something else. We had a trailer and nothing was 
private about it, I could always see her and my father fucking but to me it 
got to be just like watching them eat breakfast. 

"So I never bothered to say anything to my father when she had someone else 
in there and was fucking them. I just thought that it was just the thing 
that was supposed to go on. I would sit there eating cookies and watch. 

"I was never even prone to play with myself. I thought that I would just be 
doing that same thing when I got older. It never occurred to me that I could 
certainly carry on before then. 

"I used to watch the shows too. Dad had a tent that he would set up and then 
the few people would crowd in to see the performance. I would be there kind 
of hiding and watch what happened. I didn't watch too often because it just 
didn't interest me that much. 

"Dad would have to give a cut of the money to the owner of the circus in 
order to keep the operation going. We did the same circuit year after year 
so that my father always played to the same people. My father was a good 
judge of people anyway and wouldn't have had to rely on the same ones but it 
was just easier. 

"He used to save most of that money for my future and one day the slut that 
he had working for him worked her last show for him. She wanted more money 
but he wouldn't give it to her. I guess that all the time he knew what she 
really was. 

"She took off with some guy that she met and we never saw her again. Dad was 
in a bind because he needed a girl to do the show but he couldn't find one. 
Most of the circus crowd didn't like him very much because he seemed to be 
favored by being allowed to have these shows but the owner knew that as long 
as my father was taking care of the operation, that he wouldn't get busted. 

"I heard him asking the owner if he knew of any of the girls who would stand 
in just for the night. The owner said that he knew of many that would like 
to do it just to get their cunts licked but that they wouldn't do it because 
there would be reprisals. 

"I could see that he seemed so upset that I went over to him, and like a 
little mother, I told him that I would do what he needed done. I guess that 
I looked so earnest that he just hugged me tightly and said to me, 'You've 
really had a hell of a screwed up life, haven't you?' 

"I guess that at first he didn't give much thought to what I had said but 
then he pulled me away from him and asked me again what I had said. I told 
him again. I pulled me back towards him and I laid my head on his shoulder. 

"He began talking, 'I guess that in the long run it really is for you and 
there isn't anything that you haven't seen so I guess that is almost like 
doing it. I guess that they would like it even better because you are a 
little girl. Do you think that you can act just like Delia used to?' 

"I nodded my head and smiled because he looked suddenly happier. Besides I 
really was happy because I would be the one with my daddy instead of her. 

"I guess that he wasn't sure if I would go over or not because he still had 
the worried look on his face the whole time. I went over in my mind 
everything that Delia did so that I would remember it. I guess that for my 
young age that I really was pretty bright. I knew that daddy was counting on 
me so I was going to carry it off as well as I could. 

"Later in the afternoon, he came in and told me some things that have stuck 
with me till today. First off he told me that when the dog put his cock in 
me or his tongue was licking me on my cunt that I was supposed to like and 
enjoy it. I guess what he meant was that I was supposed to act like I liked 
it but even today, whenever I have sex with a dog, I like and enjoy it and 
it is not an act. 

"Delia always sucked the dog off too and he told me that I was supposed to 
swallow the stuff that came out. He was trying to tell me that it was like 
pudding only not as good. He didn't want me to gag in front of everyone and 
turn them off. Later in the day he came in and told me that he had to get me 
ready for the performance. I didn't know what he wanted to do because Delia 
used to get ready herself. She used to go in doing a strip and I had planned 
to do the same thing but I have a feeling that it was kind of stupid for a 
kid to do that. 

"Daddy wanted to get me ready in other ways. I had never had anything up my 
cunt so he wanted to get my hole big enough to take a dog cock up me. I 
didn't know that it was supposed to hurt the first time and that was what he 
wanted to avoid because if he told me that it would hurt, I would have 
balked at the whole idea. 

"First he gave me a bath, he put me in the tub and put lots of good smelling 
bubbles in it. He let me soak for a little and then he came in with his 
sleeves rolled up. He put his hands down in the water and began to feel 
between my legs. He put the other arm behind my back to support me and told 
me to lay back and close my eyes. 

"His fingers probed my little baby cunt. It felt so good and comforting, 
just like he said it would. With his little finger he began to probe my 
hole, at the same time he was trying to stretch it. 

"The warm water helped because it helped me to relax a lot. His finger would 
make it in a little and then he would fuck the tip of it into me for a few 
seconds sort of to let me know what the fucking would feel like. 

"He got it all the way in and I did feel like I was being stretched a lot 
but it really didn't hurt me. After that he finger fucked me easily and then 
let me rest with his finger still up me. Suddenly he began to really fuck me 
hard with it. He shoved his finger in and out of me so hard and rapidly that 
I thought that he had lost his senses. 

"I started to try to get up and then with his soft voice he soothed me, he 
used that voice when he wanted to calm one of his frightened animals. I 
settled back and let him continue. 

Although I got sore, it didn't hurt anymore. It was just kind of a sore 
feeling that would stop when he stopped his finger fucking. 

"He pulled his finger out after a while and then he began to insert his 
middle finger into my hole. He didn't try to get it all in, just past the 
first knuckle. He fucked me with this much finger so vigorously that I 
finally had to ask him to stop for a while. 

"He said to me, 'It's okay baby, Daddy won't do that anymore today.' 

"He picked me up out of the tub, I had wanted to play in it with my toys but 
I didn't realize it then but my days of playing were over, I was playing at 
big girl games and I didn't have time for little girl games and soon enough 
I lost interest. I never missed them but I guess that when I'm old and gray 
that I'll wish that I hadn't skipped over them. 

"Daddy took me over to the bed and rubbed me dry and put lotion all over me. 
It smelled so good. He squeezed some vaseline on his little finger and then 
he began to put his finger in me all over again. This time it went in easily 
and I didn't feel all raw as he coated my inner walls with the vaseline. He 
pulled his finger out and squeezed another worm of vaseline across his 
finger and pushed it into me once more. 

"He finger fucked me all over again like he had done while I was in the 
water and this time he shoved almost all of his middle finger into me. His 
fingers weren't very big and I was grateful for that. 

"He pulled the covers up over me and told me to sleep while he was doing the 
show and afterwards he would come and get me ready. I was so sleepy from the 
bath that I fell right to sleep. When he came to wake me up, I was sleeping 
so soundly that I was grouchy when he woke me. 

"He talked to me sweetly and told me that Daddy needed my help and I woke up 
the rest of the way willingly. He put a cute little red scarf on me like a 
diaper and pinned it on the front. He told me that he wanted me to unfasten 
the pin and pull the scarf off just as he was bringing in the dogs that I 
was supposed to perform on and that he would be there the whole time. I was 
to follow his cues and I did know how to do that. 

"He took me to the tent in his arms wrapped in a blanket. The owner was 
there and was giving him a helping hand. He was the one collecting the money 
and checking that only those invited were there. 

"He went into the tent and placed me behind the curtain so that I could make 
my entrance. The people all came in and sat on large cushions if they were 
in the front row and then on straight back chairs if they were in the second 
row. 

"My father told me to be sure to do all that I had seen Delia do, with that 
he meant that he wanted me to be sure to move my hips and all that stuff. 
She used to make some funny noises too. 

"He left me and went out to turn on the record player and make the 
announcements. He introduced me as the little bundle of joy who liked to 
fuck and had been doing it practically from the day I had been born. That's 
not too far from the truth. 

"I danced out and everybody began to laugh. One of them said that maybe I 
was the appetizer. They had almost all been to one of the other shows and 
expected to see Delia later. 

"I danced around for a minute or two and then I flipped off my scarf diaper. 
Daddy had laid a white lamb rug on the floor so I went over and laid down 
like Delia used to do. I spread my legs and folded my arms back behind my 
head like a pillow. 

"My little hairless cunt was hanging wide open and I could see that they 
weren't going to laugh anymore. The first dog came in and went right to my 
cunt and began to lick like he was supposed to. I laid there very 
uninterested at first and then I began to move like I was supposed to. I 
found that I was very willing to move and that I didn't 'have' to do it. I 
had never realized how really good the rough tongue of a dog could feel, but 
then I didn't know that I could have that kind of feeling down there. 

"I began to move faster automatically and I bent my legs just slightly to 
help me move up towards the dog's tongue. That dog stayed on my clit almost 
all the time but every so often, he would lick all around the edges and then 
down into the hole. I liked for him to stay on the clit and then I would 
suddenly have a huge surge of feeling in me and just as I was mounting to a 
climax, the dog would stop licking my clit and go to my hole. 

"I was really swinging my hips when I heard someone say, 'She sure likes to 
have that tongue, doesn't she?' 

"Then a woman answered, 'Let me get down there and I'll show you an 
experienced cunt who can appreciate all of that tongue.' 

"I began to make all of the sounds to show that I was really with it and I 
didn't hear anymore comments till the end of my performance when they all 
stood up and clapped. 

"This first dog finished me off finally and I was coming all over the place. 
I was saying, 'I like it, Daddy. I want more.' I thought that they were all 
going to go wild because I was saying that. 

"Daddy brought on the next dog and I turned myself over so that he could 
have me dog fashion. I stuck my cute little pink butt up as high in the air 
as I could. I laid my face across my arms and faced towards the people. 

"Daddy usually brought the biggest dicked dog in for Delia but he brought in 
a smaller one for me. Most of his dogs had all been trained for all parts so 
when the dog saw me in this position, he knew that he was supposed to fuck 
me. 

"First he licked a little and as he licked, his dick would start sliding out 
of its furry shaft. The pointed pink tip would show and then it would start 
to get longer. When he was ready, he would put his front paws up on my back 
and then he would jack his ass back and forth till he hit my hole. Once he 
hit my hole, he was home safe. 

"He jabbed his dick in me and was jugging away to beat all the come out of 
his meat. He lurched forward and shoved his knot into me. He was in for 
good, that is, till he shot his wad. He was up right against me and he was 
still jugging like crazy. I thought that he was going to rip my cunt open 
and I was groaning but I guess that it sounded like I was going for it all 
and I did manage to sort of shove my ass up towards him a few times. I was 
glad when he didn't last very long. 

"I felt his dick get slightly larger and then I felt it, the warmness as his 
cock throbbed its juice out into me. His cock went soft and he backed away 
from me and his dong was gone into its hiding place once more. 

"I turned over and Daddy came out to put a pillow under my hips. It lifted 
me up just enough so that I would be able to be fucked from the top. 

"He brought in the next dog. The dog licked and licked. He cleaned me out 
from the last dog and made me come again. My pussy was alright, it didn't 
hurt anymore. I was ready to give a good show, especially with this dog 
licking up a storm like that and making me come time after time. I kind of 
wrapped my legs around the dog's head. I was trying to pull him into me 
because it felt so very good. 

"I knew that it was getting time for him to mount me so I put my legs down 
and bent them at the knee. He got over me and I shoved my cunt towards his 
pink cock. His cock was bigger than the last one I had taken. I felt the 
cold pinkness touch my inner cunt and knew that he had marked his spot well. 

"He was very careful as he let it start sliding into me. My cunt was good 
and wet so it went in easily. I did have to stretch a little but it felt 
good, it didn't hurt at all. He wasn't like the other dog, he worked his 
cock into me almost by screwing it in. He moved his ass around and around 
making circles. 

"I liked it and I laid there so lazy like and I could have gone to sleep and 
let him do that to me all night. Finally it was all the way in and the knot 
swelled up and it was there to stay while he banged away on me. If I thought 
the other felt good, this felt even better. 

"I began to fuck back and although I didn't have much strength I was able to 
rock back and forth with him and got a whole lot of fucking out of it. I 
liked this way because with him fucking me like that, his belly would rub 
down across my clit and I got all hot and bothered by that and enjoyed the 
fuck that much more. 

"My clit was up stiff and it looked like a little end of a finger. He would 
barely brush across the top of it and I thought that I would bust apart 
inside. I liked it best when the fur just brushed against it and it felt 
like a tickling sensation. That would just about make me drop my cookies. I 
was trying to make it last till I got that burst of come in me so I tried to 
take it easy. 

"He began to lick my mouth, almost like French kissing and I remembered that 
Delia would sort of stick her tongue out and lick the inside of his mouth. I 
closed my eyes and did it and found that it did make me even hotter. I liked 
it and was crazy for it. I was darting my tongue in and out almost like a 
snake does. 

"My father had trained this dog to hold his come till the woman called for 
it. I knew that I was supposed to hold off for as long as I could. I hadn't 
thought that I would have my emotions involved and that it would be hard for 
me to hold off. I kept the fuck going for what seemed forever and it was 
only about fifteen minutes. 

"The dog had begun to whine and I was groaning and finally I said, 'Come in 
me, come in me!' 

"I reached up and pulled his mouth to me and darted my tongue into his mouth 
and took his too. I nibbled on the end of it and found that it was very 
pleasant. 

"He had in the meantime lunged all the way in me and his cock had swollen as 
the come rushed through it. I came at the same time and I made my pussy 
walls contract and then they pulsated by themselves. The dog's cock made one 
long throb as his white fire shot into me. 

"It was like hot fire inside and I screamed with pleasure. I wouldn't let go 
of the dog and I guess that he thought that I was going to choke him because 
he had to shake me free from him. 

"I had tasted fucking pleasure and I wanted more and more. I looked at Daddy 
for the first time and he was smiling at me. He winked at me to let me know 
that I was doing well. How well I didn't realize till later when everyone 
asked to be sure to let them know about our next trip and as they left, they 
dropped money into an empty glass. That money was for the little waif. I was 
the little waif and Daddy did a good amount of business from donations after 
that. The owner didn't ask for a cut of that, which was something else. He 
was always money hungry but he had other ideas which I will tell of later 
when I finish describing the end of my act. 

"My last act was to be like Delia's with one exception, I was going to blow 
a dog. She used to give a blowjob to just any of the dogs but then too she 
used to get fucked by the one with the biggest dick. I was going to blow the 
one with the biggest dick because Daddy hadn't wanted to let him fuck me the 
first time around. 

"I stayed on my back and left my sweet little ass up on the pillow. He 
walked the dog in, he was a big blue poodle. He had a good sized dong on him 
and even though he was smart, I'm sure that my father had bought him for his 
dong. 

"The dog and I would do it sixty-nine. I had my legs spread and was waiting 
for the pleasure giving tongue. He began licking and I reached up under him 
and began to play with his cock pocket. 

"I didn't have to play long because it began to slide out. 

"I took the tip of his cock and felt the wetness. I sort of jerked that 
little bit back and forth till he slid all the way out. His cock was a good 
five inches long. The tip was slim but the base was thick. 

"I pulled him down towards my mouth and he came willingly. I took just part 
of it in my mouth and sucked on it and then he shoved the rest of it into my 
mouth. It filled my mouth and at first I wanted to gag. The taste didn't 
bother me at all, it was just that he was trying to shove it down my throat 
and I had yet to learn how to relax those upper throat muscles. I sucked on 
it and it was almost as if I was sucking on my thumb. 

"I didn't know exactly how to do it so I just fastened my tongue under the 
base of his cock and pressed it up to the roof of my mouth and kept it in 
there like a vice. After a minute or two, I was able to use the sides of my 
mouth and suck back and forth on his cock. 

"It was feeling so good to him that he would want to stop licking my cunt 
and just get his own cock blown but I would stop when he did. He knew that 
if he was to get his jollies, that he would have to do his share. 

"I put my hands up and began to play with his balls as I sucked. He began to 
lick faster and I was sucking faster too. I had felt his knot swell up in my 
mouth, but I had such a good hold on him that he didn't need that. 

"I wasn't anywhere near coming when he shot his wad in my mouth. I wasn't 
quite ready and it caught me by surprise. I thought that I was going to 
choke so I quickly let go of his cock and swallowed what I had with a sort 
of gulp and the rest of his come shot a white streak across my face. 

"Everyone saw it and they got a big kick out of it. They could tell that 
there was so much that I was having trouble getting it all down. 

"Usually the real conclusion to everything "was when Delia got it up the ass 
from one dog while she sucked off another, but Daddy thought that I had done 
enough and he told me to take my bows. Delia used to go through the audience 
and tell all the men that they could play with her cunt a little. 

"I decided to do the same thing. I went through the two rows holding my cunt 
open and sort of giving an inviting smile to the men that I stopped in front 
of. They all touched and were tender about it. With Delia, they would try to 
be rough and she would let them because that was what she liked. 

"All the men seemed even gladder to touch mine because it was probably the 
first young dog fucking cunt that they had ever felt. 

"One woman patted me on the ass and I think that she was lez, because she 
seemed to be just aching to touch me. She called me a 'dear sweet little 
child'. 

"I bet you that she wished that her tongue was up my cunt and hated every 
dog after that. Daddy picked me up and wrapped me in a blanket while he saw 
that the people all left. He put me down in bed after he had washed my cunt 
off with a nice warm cloth. 

"That night I slept so good. I was usually an early riser but I slept late 
and when I got up, Daddy had fixed me my favorite. He had mixed watermelon 
and strawberries. I ate like a little queen after that because I guess I was 
working. 

"After I had eaten, he got out a new douche bag and with the small nozzle, 
he gave me a douche with some stuff that smelled like medicine. It was good 
to feel the warm water running in me. He gave me the douche but he fucked me 
with the nozzle too, to get me used to all the fucking he could. 

"He put the big end on and shoved it into me, hurting me a little he let me 
have it to the hilt. The nozzle wasn't really that big, it was thin but it 
was still longer than anything else I had ever had. 

"He frigged me with it for a while and I got pretty sore down on the inside 
way in. He stopped for a while and then started all over again. He told me 
that it would hurt for a while at first but that he would be careful to stop 
but that a dog would not stop just because it hurt me. 

"He really did care whether I was hurt or not and tried to take all the 
precautions he could so that it wouldn't hurt me. The next show was that 
night and he wanted me to be able to take a bigger dog so that was what he 
was getting me ready for. He jugged me up the asshole while he flicked my 
clit with his finger. I didn't mind him doing that as long as he kept his 
finger on my clit. 

"I wasn't too crazy about getting it up my ass but then as long as I had a 
chance to come with him playing with my clit, I was glad to take it that 
way. That night he told me that I would have to take the dog up my little 
tan track while I was sucking another dog so he wanted me to be sure and 
take it. I was to just relax. He showed me how to almost let my muscles gap 
open so that the dog could easily get into me. 

"He put me to bed and told me to rest all that I could. I rested in bed and 
slept for a while, I woke up when I felt someone playing with my cuzzy. I 
thought that it was Daddy but when I got fully awake I saw that it was the 
owner. 

"I didn't think anything about him playing with me, I just thought that it 
was something that was supposed to be. He was a great fat man. He had large 
mounds of fat all over him. He always had some girl but they never stayed 
with him long. I don't think that he had fucked a cunt for a great many 
years because he had so much fat and his dick was too short. 

"He would eat out a cunt and then when he was through making the woman come, 
he would lay back and let her blow his cock. He had about four inches hard, 
that's giving him credit, he may have only had three and a half. 

"His fingers were in my cuzzy and he was sitting on the edge of the bed. He 
was massaging my clit back and forth between his thumb and forefinger. I let 
him go because it felt damned good anyway. 

"He was just going to town and then he let me have a finger up the cunt 
while he kept on playing with my clit. I liked it that way and I found that 
my hips were automatically going like they were fucking. 

"He was smiling and then he suddenly stopped what he was doing and got on 
the bed between my legs. He shifted his heavy body till he was in position. 
He was laying flat on his belly out of breath. I just laid there and waited 
to see what was going to happen. He was breathing like a blow fish and I 
didn't know that he was going to blow my little fish for me. 

"He rested for about three minutes and then he grabbed me by my ass cheeks 
and dragged my cunt right up against his mouth. His face was so fat that my 
inner thighs rubbed against his cheeks. His beard was heavy and rough. It 
scratched my legs and sort of made them hurt. I tried to spread my legs even 
wider but there was no further that I could spread them. I told him that his 
beard hurt me and he told me that next time he would shave before he came. 

"He had already begun to chew on my cuzzy. He was trying to shove his thick 
tongue down into me but it wouldn't go. He nibbled ever so lightly on my 
clit and I liked it. I arched my back slightly and almost my whole cunt went 
into his mouth because he had his mouth wide open and was licking all of my 
quim with his tongue. 

"When I shoved my cunt forward, he stopped for a minute and asked me if I 
liked it that much. I told him 'yes' and he told me to keep telling him 
while he did it. 

"He still had his hands under my little ass cheeks and he would sort of lift 
me up to his mouth like he was lifting a bowl of soup up to drink it. I 
guess that if I had pissed, he would have drunk that too. I was sopping wet 
because he was so full of saliva that he was slobbering me all over between 
my legs. 

"I couldn't have made that much juice myself, even if I had fucked twenty 
times. He even made noises like he did when he ate. He kept telling me to 
'talk to him and tell him how I liked it'. 

"I didn't know what the hell I was supposed to say but I remembered some of 
the things that 

Delia used to say to my father when they used to fuck so I said those 
things. 

"I was saying things like, 'I like it, bite it harder. Stick your tongue in 
it, come on and suck me, baby. Put your dick in me baby, I want your meat to 
choke me off. Shove your meat in me, now!' 

"Hell, I didn't know what I was saying but I guess that he was so hot up 
that he thought that I really meant it. He rolled over on his back and 
unzipped his pants. Reaching through his shorts, he pulled his dick out and 
it was stiff. 

"I was just sitting there watching, not realizing that what I had said had 
made him do this. He told me to come and sit on his cock. He had such a fat 
belly that I often wonder now if he ever got a good look at his cock without 
using a mirror. 

"He guided me around and had me put one leg on each side of his body. I was 
standing over him and he took his fingers and pulled open my little cunt and 
pinched my clit lightly. 

"He told me to sit down right on his cock. Believe me, that was just what I 
was going to do but he guided his prick into my cunt with his hand. 

"The very tip of it was on my hole opening but I wouldn't go down over it 
because it didn't seem to fit because his cock was thicker than anything I 
had had in me up 'til that time. 

"He was holding me by the waist and I was still supporting myself with my 
legs in a squatting position. I didn't really know what I was supposed to do 
because I didn't think that it would go into me. 

"He kept telling me, 'Come on you sweet little baby, ease yourself down on 
it. It's just your size. It won't hurt you, it's going to make you feel good 
inside. 

"I still didn't move so he began to push me down over his cock slowly. I was 
trying to keep from going down on it almost as hard as he was pushing me so 
it took a while for him to get it all the way to the hilt. It really didn't 
hurt but I was scared just the same. Finally when I was all the way down, I 
was sitting on him, I relaxed. 

"He told me that he wanted me to fuck up and down on him. He showed me how 
by using his arms to lift me up and down, letting my cunt glide up and down 
his cock like it was a smooth pole. 

"I used my legs and began the movement. He was groaning, and telling me that 
it was the best fuck he had ever had. It was probably the only fuck that he 
had had since he had gotten fat. I did have a good tight one and it was 
really just the perfect size for him. 

"I got tired of fucking up and down on him and when I sort of stopped, he 
began to fuck me up and down himself. He was already breathing heavily and 
then he began to breathe even more. He was sweating like awful, it was 
running down his face in beads. It got in his eyes and he would blink when 
the salt would sting him. 

"I felt the warm rush of fluid up into me and then I knew that he had come. 
His cock began to shrivel up immediately. I was shocked at this because the 
dog's cocks would go down a little but not all the way that his did. I ended 
up just having a shriveled piece of skin up me. 

"I got off of him and he just laid there recuperating from the ordeal that 
took all the starch out of him. I felt the sticky stuff dripping out of me 
and wiped myself on the sheet. 

"I got under the covers and went to sleep. My father came in and saw him 
still on my bed with his sticky flaccid cock and began to shake him 
savagely. 

"My father was so mad that he threatened to kill him but the owner told him 
that if he didn't let him have a little piece of me every so often that he 
would report him for having me fuck the dogs. I just went back to sleep and 
didn't think a thing about the whole scene. 

"After that, I got jugged during the day by the owner and at night I got it 
by the dogs. That night I put on a good show. I added the two dogs at one 
time to my act and thrilled the come out of everyone. 

"Now I do four dogs at one time. I take one up my cunt or maybe up the ass. 
I suck one off and then the other two I jack with my hands. You should see 
those dogs go wild. I just about go out of my mind too. I would rather get 
jugged by a dog any day. 

"Maybe I like dogs better because that was the first that I fucked but I 
think maybe I like them too because you never worry about pleasing them. You 
make them please you and they'll get theirs sometime. I never worry. I just 
like to get my cunt licked and fucked till I come." 

II 

Oral gratification is the most common method of sexual stimulation used by 
women on women. It is considered a perversion because the mouth touches 
directly on the sexual organs. It is a highly erotic way of making love and 
even when it is used in a heterosexual situation, it is still considered to 
be highly erotic and out of the way of natural. 

In the area of lesbianism, there is a wide array of circuses. In his book, 
FEMALE HOMOSEXUALITY, Frank S. Caprio, M.D. describes many of these circuses 
which take place all over the world. 

Lesbianism has been in existence always but the first really well-known 
recording of such love was in 630-560 B.C. when Sappho lived on her isle 
with her young female followers. It has continued to exist, or should I say 
flourish. During Roman times they used to have the arena centered in the 
communal tubs and Caprio describes them thusly: 

"Lesbian love appears to have been widespread in Rome. It was in the famed 
Roman baths especially that female homosexuality established its sanctuary. 
Here women engaged in various sexual acts with female slaves who were called 
the 'fellators'. 

"Bassa, a famous Roman lesbian, was thus characterized by a contemporary 
poet: 'You dare to join together two vulvas and out of your lavish love you 
make up for the absent man. You achieve a miracle worth of the Theban 
mystery: adultery was committed although there were no men present.' " 

Caprio goes on to tell how so many of the actual circus type lesbian 
practices take place among lesbians who are prostitutes. 

"In every country prostitutes informed me that there are always men or 
couples who are willing to pay to see two prostitutes engage in homosexual 
relations. Sometimes when there are women among the spectators, the 
prostitutes are asked to include a male partner in the performance. 

"Not all lesbian performances take place in brothels. There are hundreds of 
films in circulation that are rented for purposes of entertainment at stag 
parties which show lesbian performances. In some instances, prostitutes walk 
the streets in pairs and attempt to pick up a male customer, offering to 
engage in homosexual performance for a stipulated fee at his private 
apartment or at a hotel room. 

"There performances, called in the United States "Circuses" and in France 
"Grand Spectacles," are more widespread in some countries than in others. 
They are extremely popular in Havana, Paris, Naples, Vienna, Montreal, 
Chicago, San Francisco and New Orleans. The average fee is about ten dollars 
per spectator, although it is dependent on the number of participants 
selected. The performance is approximately thirty to forty-five minutes in 
duration. 

"Only certain prostitutes engage in a homosexual performance. Some take 
pride in claiming that 'they are not that way,' and that no amount of money 
can induce them to participate in lesbian activities. 

"In the majority of instances, the prostitute chooses her own partner for 
the performance generally someone she favors. Frequently, the 'Madame' of 
the brothel will suggest of her own accord two prostitutes who are 'lovers' 
on the ground that they will be able to put on a more enjoyable performance. 

"In Venice one prostitute who had a prediction for active cunnilingus 
admitted quite frankly that she bestowed her affections only on one girl in 
the brothel-a girl who was extremely feminine and childlike. The older woman 
on the other hand was very masculine, spoke with a husky voice and walked 
with a mannish gait. She practiced cunnilingus on the younger girl who never 
reciprocated, always taking a passive role. She seemed embarrassed at being 
the recipient of lesbian gratification in the presence of spectators. I 
learned that when this young girl was ten years of age her mother died and 
she stated that she had always had a feeling of lonesomeness in the world 
until she met this older friend of hers who assumed the role of a mother 
substitute. There was no doubt that their friendship was the equivalent of a 
mother daughter relationship which had become sexualized. 

"In some brothels girls are reserved for lesbian performances and are not 
accessible to men. One particular prostitute that I interviewed in Montreal, 
a French-Canadian, told me that she was a window, was supporting an 
eight-year-old daughter and had been earning a living by lesbian 
performances. She stated that she had loved her husband and felt that she 
was not being disloyal to his memory in view of the fact that she restricted 
her "activities to lesbian gratification. She also said that she engaged in 
lesbian activities with the same partner all the time, a girl whom she 
regarded as a real friend. She stated that as soon as the mortgage on her 
home was paid off, she planned to disassociate herself from this work and 
live out the rest of her life with her lesbian friend. 

"These lesbian performances are more or less the same no matter in what 
country they are conducted. However there are modifications of technique for 
achieving gratification which makes the performance unusual. The competition 
among brothels, specializing in lesbian performances, results in prostitutes 
being willing to resort to bizarre practices such as flagellation, analingus 
(which, incidentally, is very rare), or bestiality. In some instances, a 
prostitute will insert a cigarette into her vagina and give the semblance of 
smoking it via the contraction of her vaginal muscles. In one brothel, the 
lesbian inserted a stemless cherry, which she took out of a small jar, into 
the vagina of her partner, and then proceeded to extract it with movements 
of her tongue during the act of cunnilingus. 

"In Paris, the 'Spectacle' often consists of the enactment of a sexual play. 
A stage is constructed around a small amphitheatre. The lights are subdued. 
The scene opens with a prostitute who assumes the role of an innocent 
virgin. They engage in a conversation, whispering to each other. Following a 
series of preliminary love-play gestures, they openly indulge in such 
practices as mutual masturbation, tribadism, and cunnilingus. Part of the 
sex play consists of the punishment via flagellation of the 'innocent' 
prostitute. 

"In some of the lesbian performances, one of the prostitutes employs a 
'dildo' which consists of an artificial rubber penis. She straps this around 
her waist and by means of it she is able to assume the male role, 
demonstrating the many positions in intercourse. 

"When I was in Havana, a taxi driver escorted me to a place which had gained 
considerable notoriety for its lesbian exhibitions. As one entered the place 
the woman in charge instructed a dozen girls to stand alongside of each 
other. All of them seemed willing and eager to perform. The patron is asked 
to make his selection. He is then escorted into a room which resembles the 
interior of an elaborately furnished Oriental harem. The bed cover, the 
draperies, the stools and chairs are deep red. The ceiling is covered with 
red satin something like a canopy. The walls are surrounded with mirrors so 
that the spectators can see what is going on from every angle of the room. 
The girls proceed to disrobe and engage in numerous sexual activities 
consisting of body kisses, mutual masturbation and cunnilingus. 

"In another lesbian house in Havana the furnishings are less elaborate but 
the girls are younger and more attractive. They are in their late teens. One 
of them performed anilingus on the other. They achieved a simultaneous 
orgasm lying on top of one another, simulating intercourse and added to 
their excitement by resorting to hand flagellation of their buttocks. 

"In still another lesbian house in Havana, the show wound up with what is 
known in slang as a 'daisy-chain' arrangement, whereby each prostitute is 
engaged in a simultaneous mouth-genital contact. Naturally, such group 
performances are much more expensive." 

Caprio goes on to tell about those who attend these performances: 

"Not only couples attend these lesbian performances, most frequently 
husbands and wives, but I learned that often unescorted girls come to see 
the shows. The fact that there are women who are eager to watch lesbians 
perform, may, in many instances, be interpreted by psychoanalysts as 
evidence of their repressed homosexual cravings. It is worth noting that 
these women spectators, some of whom I interviewed, admit quite readily that 
they have received vicarious stimulation from such an experience and are not 
disgusted by what they see." 

All over the world people are trying to make money and here in Los Angeles, 
two young lesbian girl friends fell into a money making situation quite by 
accident. Diana, age 22, and Glorianna, age 19, are lovers. They were in the 
Sunset strip area just kind of blowing the day and looking for joints that 
they could buy when a man in a very conservative business suit approached 
them and propositioned them. Both being diky looking, especially Diana, he 
propositioned them to put a show on for a couple of his business friends. 
Both were shocked that someone would come right out and ask for such a 
thing. Both were well aware of circuses and had attended a few but both were 
working and hustling dope on the side when they got a good stash of it, and 
therefore, they had never thought of selling themselves for a circus 
performance. 

Both wondered about this straight looking guy and tried to laugh him off. He 
offered a hundred dollars for the performance and they stopped laughing. He 
was willing to pay in advance of the performance. That's when they started 
thinking that he was 'pussy fuzz' trying to put the squeeze on them. But 
even so, they were willing to make the money if he was on the level. Fifty 
bucks apiece for a little pussy eating was more than fucking pleasure. After 
they questioned him some more over a cup of coffee, they figured that he 
must be on the level and that since there were two of the girls, they 
thought that they would not be pushed around so easily. 

Diana continues the experience for her and tells about that circus and all 
the following ones. 

"Well, Glo and I were just farting around up on the strip and looking out 
for this guy, Harvey, who we knew had someone he could touch for some 
joints. His friend was some rich guy who was a real ass and gave it away 
just to make everybody high and happy. He thought he was doing a deed for 
humanity. I guess he was because we were all making some good money from his 
generosity. 

"We were just standing around hoping to see someone that we knew and try to 
get some word on Harvey when this straight looking dude came up to us and 
started talking to us. He was really letting it all hang out and he came 
right out and asked us if we were gay. Only he said 'queer' and I just don't 
dig that word. 

"I felt like giving him a bust in the mouth and I don't mean one of my tits 
neither. Hey, man, like I really wanted to hang a good one on him and he 
would have gone home and washed out his own mouth. 

"I just gave him a look that said that he was nothing but the scum of the 
earth. He looked at me and asked if he had said something wrong. I told him 
that he could just go stick his dick up his ass and to stop calling people 
queer. He said that he was sorry but that he thought that we were lesbians. 
I told him that we were, just to shock the shit out of him but I told him 
too that he could say 'gay' but not 'queer'. 

"Glo kind of gave me a knock with her arm and the look she had on her face 
was saying, 'What kind of a shit head did we latch on too?' 

"I shrugged my shoulders and so I asked him what he was so hung up on going 
around asking people if they were gay or not. I told him that we weren't 
going to fuck him anyway so why ask. Like this guy was so way out stupid, it 
was a surprise that he could even take a piss by himself. 

"He came right out and told us that he didn't want to fuck us but that he 
was looking for a couple of girls to sort of put on a circus for a couple of 
buddies and himself. Shit, I almost did right on the spot. 

"This guy was really letting it all hang out and doing it the way it was 
happening or he was a cop trying to act like a real sop. I tried to feel him 
out but he was still playing his role straight out. I didn't want to take 
too many chances but I did ask about the money and he said that he was 
willing to pay us both a hundred bucks for a couple of hours of show. 

"I had been propositioned before, before I went all the way dike that is. I 
hadn't been since then but one time Glo had been asked when we were together 
and they had to know that I was her old man. 

"I guess that they'll try to fuck anything. I figured that was what he 
wanted after we did the circus. I came right out and asked him if they would 
want after dinner coffee or were we free to leave after the show. 

"He told us that he had a bet with these two guys and that they had all come 
out from Iowa for business and that they had heard all about this kind of 
stuff. They had made a bet against each other as to who would be able to 
line up a couple of girls to perform. They were only allowed to spend fifty 
for each girl and the two losers would have to pay that. 

"I was thinking all the time that if the deal was on the level, that it was 
a hell of a good way to make fifty bucks apiece. I asked him how he knew 
that the other two would really come up with the green. He told us that he 
was sure that they would but even if they shitted him that he would pay and 
watch the show himself because they would pay us in advance... 

"I was wondering where the hell the show would be and he told us that they 
were staying at one of the swankiest hotels in L.A. and that we could give 
the show there. 

"One thing that was good about that was that we could sure as hell scream 
and we would be heard by all sorts of people. I still wondered if he was a 
cop but he really looked like he was pure Iowa corn. 

"We agreed on a time and he almost pleaded for us to show up. He gave us the 
room number and we told him that we would be there and not to worry, that we 
were good at doing circuses and he would get his money's worth. 

"Hell, I had never done a circus but we had seen lots of gals who would get 
so high at a party that they would strip right there and start performing. 

"Glo and I talked it over right where we were and decided that we might as 
well give it a try. We sure could be busted for a lot less, like a joint. We 
split and went home to figure up a good show. We decided that I would go 
really diky looking so Glo cut most of my hair off and I combed it like a 
cholo kid from the fifties. I got out my jeans and decided to take my dildo 
along. 

"Glo came up with a great idea, she said that since they were from Iowa that 
we ought to give them a sort of grand finale and fuck each other with an ear 
of corn. We almost died laughing about it so we just had to do it. We went 
to the store and bought some fresh ears and pealed them and washed them. 

"I wondered how they would feel. I didn't ever like to have a dick up my 
cunt anyway because it felt like I had to take a shit anyway. I thought what 
the hell, go ahead and give those old yokels a thrill and maybe they would 
give us an extra ten. 

"I had a dick that I always used on my girls who liked to be meat fucked and 
it was ten inches long. It was so thick that those girls that I used it on 
liked it so damned much that they would always ask for it after I had sucked 
them off. I didn't mind giving it to them because it made me feel like a 
real man. 

"I often wear it under my pants but it makes it hard, I mean difficult for 
me to sit down because it sticks up and makes my pants bind me. But you 
should see all the men looking, and women too. My big dick there and all of 
them making like 'California dreamers', wishing one way or the other that 
they had it. 

"Well I had my big dick strapped on me and I put on my leather jacket and I 
told her to go as fern as she could and I helped to fix her hair. We put 
curls hanging like Scarlet O'hara and her hair really looked groovy. 

"She looked like the real fern fatale when we took off. I could hardly wait 
to see what they would think. They would want to fuck her for sure. Glo and 
I had sort of figured out a sketch between ourselves so that we could follow 
each other. 

"We would sneak the corn in under some scarves that she was going to carry 
and then at the very end we were going to use them. After we started doing 
circuses real often, we always tried to find out something about the people 
who were going and we would get a gimmick into the act. 

"One time we did a show up in Bel Air and we used some vibs and we had 
pasted some rhine-stones on them to make them look like they were diamond 
studs, I mean studded. 

"Glo and I drove down to the Hotel and parked in a parking lot nearby. We 
walked into the place and felt right away like we were a couple of walking 
freaks. We thought that we could just hitch the elevator and move on up to 
the room but the guy took one look and I thought that he was going to throw 
us out himself but he asked us what we wanted. I told him real big like that 
we were being expected and gave him the number. He kept looking at us the 
whole time that he made the call on the house phone. I thought that he was 
going to fall out right there. He showed us to the elevator and just to be a 
real wise ass, I tipped him a quarter and told him thanks. 

"He was gone when we came back down later but I was just dying to see if he 
was still out from the trip we had given him. 

"They had rooms clear up on the fifth floor and I know that we were both 
nervous because I was holding Glo's hand and we were both sweating. We 
knocked on the door and the same guy who had propped us answered. He was 
half stoned but he still noticed that I looked even dikier than before and 
he got all excited. 

"He showed us in like we were the queen of England, queens yes, but of 
England, NO! The other guys had been laughing but when they saw us, they 
really tripped. They hadn't really believed him but they sure did now. 

"One of the them said, 'Christ, you really weren't kidding when you said 
that you had found a pair, did you?' 

"The third one didn't say anything but he finally started laughing and 
brought out his wallet and handed our friend his fifty, saying, 'It's worth 
fifty that you just got a couple of them to even show up. I couldn't even 
get up the nerve to ask if they would even be interested. I've got to hand 
it to you John, you really have what it takes.' 

"I guess that he really did have lots of nerve because he could have gotten 
his ass whipped by one of the dikes because they don't like people messing 
around. 

"The third guy wasn't going to give the money till after the performance but 
we insisted and the John guy told him that it was part of the deal. He 
forked over his fifty greenbacks and we asked where they wanted the 
performance. 

"The place was a real groove, it was a suite and I figured that the small 
town boys were really whooping it up. I saw an ashtray full of butts with 
lipstick on them and none of them looked like fags. 

"He showed us into the bedroom and there were a couple of chairs already in 
there and they just moved them closer to the bed. The third guy got off his 
butt, his name was Ted, and dragged the chair into the room. 

"I went over and kind of dimmed the lights, I didn't want it so damned light 
in there. I didn't want them to see every spot on my bod. 

"They were nice, they offered us a drink from their well stocked bar. I took 
a scotch with soda and asked for a gin tonic for Glo. John slapped me on the 
back and told me that I was a real gentleman and I took good care of my 
woman, I told him that he would see in just a moment just what good care I 
could take of my woman. With that comment, they all started laughing and I 
had to laugh too. They were really a bunch of good joes who didn't know how 
to put on a hypocrite show. They had probably always told it like it was, 
white was white and black was black. 

"I drank my drink down and asked for another, I had to do something to lose 
my inhibitions. They had a radio in the room so I turned on some real slow 
sexual music and told Glo to do a strip and kind of get them all hot up or 
something. She didn't really want to but I told her to drink her drink down 
and she wouldn't be so shy about it all. 

"She started moving real slow to the music, she is a good dancer. She kind 
of laid on the bed and did some fucking gyrations. The guys had their eyes 
on her so I kind of went off in the corner and dropped my pants. I had on a 
pair of men's shorts so I just left them on to cover my dick. 

"She was doing real good with her strip and then when she was down to her 
bra and panties, I got into the show. I went over to her and cupped her tits 
in my hands and began to move my cock against her. She moved round and round 
on my cock and shoved her tits up into my face. I reached around and flipped 
the clasp open and let her bra fall away from her. Her tits were like two 
free globes. 

"I cupped them again and then I began to pinch the nipples. They were 
getting bigger and were like ripe cherries. She threw her head back and 
opened her mouth slightly to let me know that she liked it. Her hips were 
still working in circles. 

"I dropped my mouth down to her right nipple and began to do it with my 
teeth. My other hand was still on her other nipple and with my free hand, I 
cupped her ass close to me. 

"Glo has a sweet round little ass that each cheek fits in each of my hands. 
I dug my hand into her to let her know that I was liking the dry fuck. She 
knew just how to do it. 

"I slid my hand around to the front and sort of eased her away from me and 
began to twiddle her cunt through her panties. I could feel her hair as it 
poked through the panties. I ran my hand up and down the length of her cunt 
and made sure that the three dudes could see what I was doing. 

"I dropped both hands down to her panties and began to slide them off real 
slow like. I had them half way down over her hips and then I stopped. The 
very top of her nest was showing and I reached down into the panties and 
began to play. The men could see my fingers going to town and finally one of 
them began to yell. 

"He was saying, 'Come on, now, we want to see too. Let's see what your 
playing with.' 

"I let go of Glo's tit and sort of pushed her back on the bed. Her ass was 
barely on the edge of the bed and I pulled her legs up and slipped her 
panties off of her. She had begun to juice while I had been playing with her 
so I picked up the panties and held them to my nose and took in the aroma. 

"After that I threw them to one of the men, he caught them. He took them and 
shoved them into the face of the guy sitting next to him. The guy laughed 
and told him that they smelled good and he wondered if it tasted as good. 

"I turned around and said that they just couldn't imagine how good it 
tasted. 

"By this time I had Glo's legs stretched wide and with the fingers of one 
hand, I held her hairy cunt lips open so that she could give them a good 
look at all her pink raw flesh. 

"John said, "That's the best look I've ever had of one of those things. My 
wife goes wild if I want to get down there and just look.' 

"I stood to the side of her and made her bend her legs and keep them as 
spread as she could. I kept the cunt open and with the fingers of my other 
hand, I began to play with different parts of her cunt. 

"I pulled on her clit and stretched it till it was standing stiff and hot. I 
stuck one finger deep into her cunt and began to work it in and out of the 
hole. I put my thumb on her clit and kept her rolling towards an orgasm. I 
knew that ordinarily I could really make her trip after just a couple of 
minutes of this but she was still nervous about the audience. I took it easy 
on her and then I could feel her pussy muscles start to relax and they were 
biting down on my finger. I pulled my finger out and then let two of them 
slip in. I really began to finger fuck her now. My thumb was still on her 
clit and I was still doing it for her. 

"Her hips started rocking and she tried to hump up further on my hand. I 
guess that at times she gets so hot that she would take my arm and even 
maybe my shoulder. Her cunt isn't that big but when she is hot, she can 
really stretch. 

"I could see that the men were getting hot themselves, they had hard ons. 
One of them was rubbing his hand hard across it and I was thinking that he 
was going to shoot off in his pants and leave a wet spot. 

"Glo began to make her noises, the noises that she always makes when she is 
going to come. I like it because it is a signal for me to start working out 
real good. I was really fucking her already but the damned broad was asking 
for more. 

"She was saying, 'Uh, uh, uh, let me have more, I want more in me. Oh, oh, 
oh, keep fucking me and don't stop till I come.' 

"I teased her a little just to give her a bigger hot, I just was letting her 
have the tips of my fingers and she was working like mad to take all of 
them. I suddenly plunged my fingers all the way in and gave her deep fast 
strokes. I guess it's like they say, 'different strokes for different 
folks.' 

"Glo likes hers deep and fast. I always give them to her that way when she 
is ready to come but till then I tease her with my fingers. 

"I could really feel her lubricating juices running down on my fingers and 
they were sticky, good sticky. My arm was getting so tired, this wasn't the 
best position but I thought that it was good because I wanted the guys to 
really be able to see everything. 

"She was coming and her body had gone stiff in mid-air, I kept on jagging 
her and she was finished off. She settled back down on the bed completely 
relaxed. 

"I didn't give her very long to rest when I got on my knees beside the bed 
and dove my mouth into her softness. I lapped at her lubricating juices and 
she sighed. 

"Her hands came down and she pressed my face toward her gushy, it was a 
gesture to tell me that she loved me and what I was doing. 

"I nipped at her clit and it began to get hard once more. My cunt was 
getting hot from just eating her. Her flesh on her cunt is just like velvet. 
I love to run my tongue down over it caressing every precious fold. 

"I used both of my hands like a greedy child to hold her lips open so that I 
could suck and bite every part of her cunt. She knew that just for show I 
was going to give her some monkey bites on her inner thighs. She has such 
white skin that I thought it would be a great touch. 

"As I continued sucking and loving her inner softness, I forgot about doing 
anything for show and began loving her. I did go to her thigh and I sucked 
till there were red splotches but I did it only because I wanted to show her 
how intensely I wanted to love her. 

"I dove my tongue down into moist hole and then whipped it back up to her 
clit. I had yet to ream out her asshole but I knew that I needed to do that 
in a different position so that they could see better. 

"I just concentrated on her clit and hole doing them both with, my tongue. I 
swear that when I eat her out, my tongue gets as hard as any dick. I can 
really fuck her deep but the main part of her come when I do it this way is 
to chew on her clit till she climbs the walls and then she drops her 
cookies. 

"Her hips are fucking even harder on my face than they did when I had my 
hand up her. She is wetter too and when she fucks my face, she gets me all 
wet. It's just great because I know that she is really going for it in a big 
way. She really starts talking when she is getting a come from me chowing 
down on her. 

"Glo gets all carried away and says, 'Eat me some more, I dig that snake 
tongue of yours! Bite me, Bite me harder!' 

"Man she can really trip out on my tongue. She gets so damned wet that I 
think I'm going to need a mop before I finish her off. I just swallow what I 
get in my mouth and go on with my cunt sucking. Finally when she is just 
ready to pop off, I take her clit between my teeth and kind of chatter my 
teeth on it while I flick my tongue across the very tip of it a million 
flicks a second. 

"She goes wild and thrashes all over the bed. I'm driving her crazy and it 
even looks like she is trying to get away from me but I hang on tight like a 
bull dog. The very first time that I ever fucked her like this, I let go of 
her and she told me that she wanted more. She kind of digs the pain when it 
is like that. 

"She's just going like mad and I hang on and keep my tongue going across the 
very sensitive tip of her clit and she kicks off twice on one come. I keep 
going on her to make sure that I've gotten all the comes off her for this 
time. 

"I pull off her but dragging my clenched teeth across her clit. It's a 
little bit painful but like Glo say, 'It hurts so good.' 

"After this come, I let her relax so that I can start building her up from 
scratch once more. I ask one of the guys for a drink and for the first time 
I notice that all three of them are sitting there with their hard dicks in 
their hands. 

"One of them was holding a towel and I wondered if he had already shot a 
wad. He was the one who asked me if I wanted to wash my face. I ran my 
tongue all the way around my mouth and told him that I liked having pussy 
all over my face. I got kind of a sick look from him and I guess that he was 
the extra clean type and would never put his mouth down on a pussy. 

"Hell, I've tasted some raunchy ones but I never quite eat it. Most of those 
that were dirty or smelly were when I picked up straight girls and sucked 
them off. Gay girls are usually clean unless she is a real slob. But they 
keep clean because they put their own mouths on cunts and they like them 
clean too. 

"I went over to the bar and got my own drink because I didn't think that 
they would be able to walk with all of that meat hanging out like that. They 
didn't even try to cover up, I guess that they were plenty high because 
their glasses were empty beside them. 

"Glo was half asleep on the bed and I drank my drink down, it was mostly 
soda because I was more thirsty than anything. I brought one over to Glo and 
she threw it down and started getting her ass up on a pillow so that I could 
get ready to fuck her with my dick. She put the pillow under her so that she 
could keep her leg down low and they could see that dick of mine going into 
her like gang busters. 

"My cock was ready to go and when I got next to the bed, I took the shorts 
off and got on the bed beside her. The guys just kept their eyes glued to my 
cock. I guess that they just couldn't believe that she could take that much 
meat without being split right up the middle. One of them had a good sized 
cock but it was only about eight inches hard. 

"I layed down beside her and started playing with her all over. I sucked her 
tits, first I would suck one and then so as not to play favorites, I sucked 
the other. 

"My hand lazily played with her cunt and I could feel that she was getting 
wet. I kept on playing and then she started to get really hot and both her 
hands grabbed my cock and she was jerking her hands up and down on it. I 
decided that it was a good time to do our sixty-nine act so I turned around 
and dropped my cock right in her face. She knew what was up and she was so 
hot that when I dropped my face down into her cunt, she began to suck on my 
cock. 

"She was sucking it so hard that she sounded like a pig. She was making all 
sorts of noises. I forgot to ask her later if she did it to upset the dudes 
or if she just was so hot. I guess that I'll have to ask her sometime. 

"I snuck off a good look at the guys and they were all three beating their 
meat like mad. One guy shot his load across the floor and didn't let up on 
his soft dick and it was hard again in no time at all. 

"Their eyes were really looking at the way she was sucking my dick and you 
should have seen them when she started to tell me that she wanted me to fuck 
her. 

"Glo was saying, 'Fuck me with all this meat of yours! Let me have it, I 
want it in me, Fuck me! Fuck me! Now! Now!' 

"Well I flipped myself around and decided that I would fuck her the high 
kick way. I put her legs up over my shoulders and grabbed her under the ass 
and then I pulled her up on my stiff. 

"She groaned as it went into her and she seemed to almost pass out for a 
minute from all the excitement. She did recover quickly and began to fuck up 
and down and around. She hooked her legs together around the back of my neck 
and this gave her more leverage to fuck up and down on my cock. 

"One of the guys came over and was standing almost on top of us, he looked 
down and made sure that she was taking all those inches. Hell, I was socking 
it to her all the way up to the balls and if the balls would have gone in 
too, I would have let her have them too. 

"I was giving her long even strokes in and out of her cunt and she was 
rocking in time with me. I put one hand down into her cunt and worked on her 
little clit while I whipped my plastic meat in and out. She was getting 
ready to come so I pulled almost all the way out and just reamed her out 
with the thick red-head of my cock. She strained to push herself up on me 
but I kept it just on the edge of her cunt. 

"Suddenly she got violent and lurched up towards me. She grabbed me around 
the ass and dug her fingernails into me. She slammed me into her cunt and I 
began to slam away at her hole. 

"I knew that she was coming a good one because she just kept saying over and 
over again, 'Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me!' Believe me, it took lots of 
strength to keep pounding all that meat into her but I did for about five 
minutes till she went over the crest and then while she came down again. 

"I had squeezed the balls into her just as she was coming and filled her 
with creamy white lotion that looked like come. I had put so much into the 
balls that it was running out of her like a foaming river. The guy who was 
standing next to us just about yelled at his stiff pricked friends to come 
and see. 

"They all gathered around and started making comments. They kidded each 
other about that they could be replaced, they were just kidding but they 
don't know just how true that is. They all could be replaced by a tongue or 
a store bought dick. One of the guys said that he was going to buy one of 
those things and give his wife a hell of a screw with it once a year. Not 
too often or she would get used to it, then she would want it all the time. 

"I wondered if they all went home and tried some of the tricks they had 
learned on their wives. They probably did, if their wives would let them 
touch them. 

"All of them wanted to know if I didn't ever get fucking, or maybe I didn't 
like it. I told them that we still had one trick in store for them. 

"I wiped Glo's hole off with a wet towel that one of them had brought me and 
then I took my cock off and got on top of her so that we could go at it in 
the good old cunt to mouth-cunt to mouth or sixty-nine. 

"She had put the two ears of corn behind her so that they couldn't see them 
till the time came, I began to eat her out and she was munching a bunch of 
cunt too. It felt good to get fucked now after I had done all the balling 
all evening. She probed easily with her fingers and I was good and wet. I 
couldn't help but get all wet after I had fucked her sweet little cunt. 

"Her tongue played on the outer edges of my cunt and then she would take it 
and dive into my wetness. I let her go to town on my cunt and I did the same 
with hers, we kept in tune, sort of. 

"I took a sneaking look and I could only see the legs of the guys around us. 
They were standing right up against the bed on one side seeing what they 
could see. One of the guys had a long wet streak down the leg of his pants 
and his cock was dead, he must have come all over himself. 

"All of them looked like they were well played out except for one of them 
looked like he was half hard. Maybe he was always like that when he was 
soft. I guess that maybe a little blood stayed in his cock. 

"I went on eating and I probed her asshole with my finger and she did the 
same for me. I began to run my tongue around her asshole and then as I left 
my finger down into it, I ran my tongue towards the hole and eased my finger 
out as I pushed my tongue into it. 

"She did the same for me but she was a better asshole licker than I was and 
fucked my hole in and out. I guess that she was able to fuck my asshole with 
her tongue better because I could relax my bung hole muscles and keep it 
from squeezing closed. 

"I would have given anything to have seen their faces at that time but I was 
busy. I bet that most of them hadn't even given up the ass to their wives 
even one time. 

"I felt Glo reaching for the corn and I did too. I lifted my mouth off her 
and dove the corn into her. The guys started laughing and I thought that 
they were all going to split a gut. 

"They stopped laughing when they saw that it was getting to be a damned good 
fuck for us. I went on to eat her after I got the corn going in and out 
evenly. She ate me out too and was careful on the corn fucking. I didn't 
like to take it in very deep. The hole fucking wouldn't make me come but her 
cl it kissing wou Id and I did. I popped off a good one and it made the 
evening more than worthwhile. 

"Glo and I pulled the corn out of each other and rested. They capped and we 
got dressed. We took all our stuff, even our corn, we fixed it for dinner 
the next day. They gave us an extra ten apiece and thanked us. I could see 
that they were feeling pretty low, I guess any man would if he saw for 
himself that he couldn't do the job right, only a woman can." 


THE END
