Men, Women And Dogs Volume 2
by Andrew Pulitain


INTRODUCTION 

This is a volume designed to pick up where another volume has left off. In 
the initial volume of this two volume set the reader was introduced to the 
growing trend in America of men and women including canines in their sexual 
acts. Volume One dealt with some of the more ordinary or "normal" patterns 
of behavior involving these men and women. This particular volume deals with 
those who have sought a more intense sexual relationship with animals. 

Readers may wish to study this second volume without studying the first. 
While it is possible to do so and while the reader will be able to gain a 
certain insight into this canine sex problem simply by reading this volume 
alone, I would strongly urge the reader to peruse or study Volume One. 

Certain bestial problems are handled in Volume One which will be referred to 
in the course of this volume. There was, for example, the girl who only 
liked to have sex with men when she could also have a canine sexual partner 
first. There was the man whose affair with a Great Dane sabotaged his 
marriage and left him "married" to the Great Dane instead. 

And Volume One also handled the delicate problems of couples who wished to 
include dogs in the marital acts of love. Why did canine bestial sex enhance 
one marriage arrangement while it completely destroyed another. And why did 
a middle class housewife take canine lovers on the side? What was it she 
learned from her own son which enabled her to have sex with dogs? 

These questions defy simple answers. They are questions and cases which act 
as an introduction to this second volume. Without a knowledge of Volume One 
and a consideration of the documented case histories therein, much of the 
understanding to be gained from this volume could be lost upon the reader. 
And these harder core cases, these more extreme cases, in Volume Two will 
seem all the more difficult to understand. 

Throughout my years as a psychosexual researcher, I've researched many 
different problems involving men and women in North America who have been 
beset with sexual problems. I must add that the canine bestial trend is in 
many ways the most perplexing of all the problems I've studied. 

It would seem at first that the growing trend toward including dogs in human 
sexual acts would merely be an experimental outgrowth of the trend toward 
sexual permissiveness in our society. This would appear, to some eyes, to be 
one more tear in the moral fabric of our society, one more step toward the 
lessening of the family unit. Yet strangely, the rise of canine bestial sex 
has reached into all sectors of American life. 

Indeed, even the most moral and most dedicated family people-mothers, 
fathers, sons, daughters-have been involved in this bizarre new trend. 
Perhaps neighbors of yours or people whom you work with or see at your local 
taverns or country clubs even participate. There is now an astonishingly 
high rate of bestial sex involving dogs in this country. And percentages 
would tell us that everyone in our great nation probably knows at least a 
few men and women who have participated-either orally or genitally-with 
dogs. 

As I stated earlier, this trend is difficult to understand. But I feel that 
in light of the rise of this trend it is important to make an effort to 
understand what is going on. I am not condoning in any way what the five 
people in this volume reveal. In many ways I think these five people in 
particular have gone to extremes with their canine sex lust. But a public 
which is better educated to these people's behavior will be better equipped 
to deal rationally with these people. Thus it is in the hope of educating 
and rendering a service to society that these five unusual case histories 
are presented. 

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CASE HISTORY ONE 

Mrs. Wilma G., twenty-seven years of age, came to my psychosexual clinic for 
help with her canine problem. 

"It's not fair that I should be victimized with this," she said to me as she 
sat upon my interviewing couch. She then reclined fully and became 
comfortable. 

"Not fair?" I asked. 

"It's going to destroy me," she said. "And it was never my idea to start 
with." 

"What wasn't your idea?" I asked her. 

"The dogs," she said. "It was never my idea to fuck with dogs. Never ever 
did I consider it. Not up until it happened to me did I ever know it was 
possible." 

"Where did you get the idea from?" I asked. 

"From a man," she said. "A real degenerate of a man. He made me do it." 

"He forced you?" I asked. 

"That's right," she said. "He had a dog, a German shepherd, in fact, who was 
trained to fuck women. I had known his man for a long time. I had known the 
dog, too. How was I to know that the dog was trained to do something like 
this." 

"You knew the man?" I asked, referring right back to what she had just said. 
I wondered why she hadn't filed legal charges against the man if she knew 
his identity. 

"I used to work for him," she said. 

"In what capacity?" I asked. 

"I'm a schoolteacher," said Mrs. G. "I teach the first grade class of a 
private day school in the suburbs. It's a very good job at a good school. 
And I wouldn't want to be involved in a scandal that could cost me my job." 

"But if this man forced you to perform some sort of involuntarily sex act," 
I pressed, "couldn't you go to the headmaster or principal of the school and 
tell him that this particular man had-" "That's just the problem, doctor," 
said Mrs. G. "That's who the man was. Or is. He's the principal of the 
school. If I complain I lose my job." 

"I see," I said, noting the ticklish nature of Mrs. G.'s predicament. 

"And the worst part of it is that he's done it with other women who teach at 
the school, too," she said. "There are three other young female teachers at 
that school. They're all my age or even younger. And the principal, this Mr. 
Snark, has had his German shepherd fuck all of us by now. There's not much 
we can do without losing our jobs." 

"I see," I said as I made a few notes, on the note pad I kept in front of 
me. I adjusted the sound control on the tape recorder that recorded Mrs. 
G.'s words and I looked over the pre-interview questionnaire that she (and 
all other patients filled out before entering my offices. 

"Now let me tell you the worst part of it all," she said to me. "My husband 
doesn't know about this. And the bestial incident with" Mr. Snark's dog has 
upset my entire sexual drive. It's changed it dramatically." 

"In what way?" I asked. 

"It's made me hornier," she said. 

"Your husband shouldn't complain about that," I said. 

"Oh, yes he might," she said. "You see, I've got a horniness that can't be 
handled by a man any more. I've got a deep yearning for canines now. I've 
had it every day since that original incident in the principal's office." 

"An unfortunate problem," I noted. "But there may be a way to help you solve 
the problem." 

"Really, doctor?" she asked hopefully. "You've got to tell me how. You've 
got to help me find an answer before my husband catches me fucking dogs. 
He'd never understand. He's very conservative and wouldn't understand 
bestial sex behavior." 

"The solution to your problem will depend on the precise way that you 
acquired your problem," I informed Mrs. G. "And I can't tell anything about 
that until you tell me many more of the original details." 

"I'll tell you everything I can remember," the woman promised. "I'll do 
anything to break this canine craving." 

"The first thing I must stress," I said to her, "is that you are certainly 
not the first woman in the world to encounter this problem. I've treated 
many women fitting this type of syndrome and have helped the vast majority 
of them to eventually return to normal sex lives." 

"Thank God," she said. 

"So please remain calm," I added, "and tell me about the incident that 
started off this whole problem." 

"You mean the time when Mr. Snark first ordered his dog to fuck me?" she 
asked. 

"That's right," I said. "Please begin." 

Mrs. G., an attractive red haired woman with freckles, a girlish figure and 
a very refined manner, crossed her legs on the interviewing couch as she 
began to speak. She held her hands on her lap as she spoke and I noticed 
through her sweater and slacks that she was a very trim and well cared-for 
woman. She then began this odd account of what happened in the principal's 
office after school one day . . . 

. . . Doctor, I should have known there was trouble on the way when a pair 
of my panties disappeared from my locker at the school. All of the women on 
the faculty had lockers at school to keep extra changes of clothes in. 

A woman never knew, for example, when she might accidentally let her monthly 
leave red stains on the panties which she wore in to school. Thus it was a 
good idea to keep an extra pair around. 

Well, there was never any problem with stealing at this particular school. 
Most of the kids came from good families and wouldn't have taken anything 
that didn't belong to them. That's why I was so surprised when a pair of 
nice pink silk panties disappeared from my locker. 

I was sure that I'd left them in there. But when I opened the locker to take 
them home one day they were gone. And I was very certain that I'd seen them 
in there just that same morning during recess. 

Well, I was confused over the loss of those panties and at the time that I 
noticed them missing, I couldn't be one hundred per cent certain that I 
didn't misplace them myself. So I didn't do anything. I just remained 
curious. 

I guess I should have even been more suspicious a few days later. I was 
alone in the ladies room and, if you don't mind my blunt language, doctor, I 
was just getting set to get on one of those Johns to take a piss. 

Then all of a sudden I heard the door to the ladies room open. It was one of 
those swinging doors, doctor, the kind that can be swung open from the 
outside. 

I looked into the mirror I was standing in front of to see who was coming 
in. No one had come in. Or at least I didn't see who it was until I turned 
around myself and took a good look. 

It was Rex. Rex was the German shepherd that belonged to Mr. Snark, the 
principal of the school. 

A lot of women would have become suspicious right there, doctor. I mean, 
what the fuck is a male German shepherd doing in the ladies room of a fine 
upstanding private school? But this dog was sort of a favorite around the 
school, a favorite among the kids and among the faculty. He was a favorite, 
that is, until he started to fuck people. 

Since the dog was a favorite around the school, he was allowed a free reign 
around the school buildings. That dog would wander everywhere completely 
unmolested. And since he was a strong dog he was able to push his way 
through all of those swinging doors around the school. I had never seen him 
in the ladies room before, but the fact that he had wandered in there, too, 
didn't make me suspicious. 

"Hello, Rex," I said to that big German shepherd as he stood at the door and 
looked at me. His ears were erect and his tail was still. But when he heard 
me use his name the tail started to wag. I had always suspected that Rex was 
fond of me. But how much so I didn't know for a couple more days. 

I decided to ignore the dog instead of going to the trouble of pushing him 
out of the bathroom. I wasn't even sure that I'd be able to push an 
unwilling dog out of a bathroom. German shepherds are rather strong beasts, 
doctor, as I'm sure you know. So I merely went to one of those bathroom 
stalls and seated myself on a good pot. I was all set to take a piss when 
the door to the stall, which I hadn't bothered to hook shut, swung open. 

The door to the stall came open and the dog was staring right in at me. 
Instinctively I covered up the muff between my legs. The dog was peering 
right at my bush. Frankly, he was making me very nervous and very 
self-conscious. 

"Rex, please!" I said to that dog as he tried to press his nose between my 
legs as I sat on that John. "You've got your nerve! A woman demands her 
privacy!" 

The dog didn't stop. He kept trying to push his nose in toward my bush. And 
I finally had to clamp my knees shut just to get his nose out of there. 

"You're being a real little bitch of a dog," I told that ridiculously fresh 
canine. But he still persisted in pushing his nose toward my muff. I finally 
had no other choice but to stand up and quickly pull my panties and skirt up 
over my muff. 

Even when I did that the dog was a little too fresh and a little too quick 
for me. He managed to push his bare nose right between the lips of my pussy 
for a full second before I could turn away from him. Then he nosed me at the 
anus as I turned away from him. He kept trying to nuzzle me down there until 
I managed to get my skirt and panties directly over my muff. 

"This is absurd," I muttered angrily to myself. "I can't even take a piss in 
peace as long as this dog is around." 

So I tried to outsmart him. I stepped out of the stall and pretended that I 
was leaving the stall. He followed me and got a few steps in front of me. 
Then I turned and went back to the stall as quickly as I could and slammed 
the stall door behind me. 

"Victory!" I chortled to myself. The dog whined at the door and I could see 
his paws and legs outside the booth. I sat down on the John again and tried 
to relieve myself. But then I saw him crouching down lower than the door. 
With a quick motion he was trying to slither under the door. Trying? Shit, 
doctor, he was crawling right underneath there. In a matter of seconds he 
had crawled under the door to the stall and was coming straight toward my 
muff again. 

I managed to cover up again and pull my clothes up over my pussy. This time 
he only managed to poke his nose over the top of my bush. But I was 
beginning to get the idea that Rex had an unnatural attraction for my 
genital area. I didn't know why, of course. And I certainly never suspected 
that Mr. Snark had put the dog up to this trick. Nor did it ever occur to me 
at all that Rex's behavior was associated with the disappearance of my 
panties from my locker. 

A few days later I was teaching my last class of the day. I received a note 
in my classroom that the principal wanted to see me in his office after 
classes were over for the day. I had no idea why he wanted to see me. But I 
sure found out fast enough when I reported to his office. 

"All the other teachers are gone for the day?" Mr. Snark finally said to me 
as he sat at his big wooden desk. All I could see of him was his body from 
the waist up. The desk cut off my view of the rest of him. 

"That's right, sir," I said. "All the rest have gone for the day." 

I sat down at a chair a few feet in front of the desk. I noticed that Rex 
was lying on the floor beside the desk. As soon as Rex recognized me I saw 
his ears prick up and his tail begin to wag in a lusty way, Then I couldn't 
believe what I saw as that dog was lying on his side. Down between his legs, 
as the canine looked up at me, was his penis. 

Well, there was nothing unusual about his penis being there. But there sure 
was something odd about the state that penis was in. It was rock hard 
suddenly, doctor. And it had just erected since I had come into the room and 
sat down in front of him. 

"I wonder, Mrs. G-," the principal said to me with a suspiciously lustful 
voice, "how much you know about learning?" 

"Learning?" I asked him. 

He nodded. "Learning," he repeated." 

"I'm a teacher," I said in return. "I must know something." 

"You know about teaching reading and writing to children," he said to me. 
"But do you know about teaching dogs how to do things?" 

"What sort of things?" I asked. 

"Tricks," he replied. "Sexual tricks." 

I looked at him oddly and then I looked back down at Rex. Rex was still 
wagging his tail at me with his prick erect. I was beginning to get a strong 
suspicion that this visit to the principal's office might be different than 
all the previous visits I'd made to the same office. For one thing, I'd 
never seen the dog's prick erect like that before. I just couldn't believe 
the size of that big prong. 

"Just what sort of sexual tricks did you have in mind?" I asked that fat, 
bald little school principal. Snark smiled and replied. 

"Would you believe me if I told you that Rex here knows how to fuck human 
women?" he asked me. 

"I'd believe just about anything right now," I said to him. Rex was 
beginning to climb to his four feet. He was looking up at me but I could see 
that prick of his still hanging long and pink down underneath him. 

"I should point out, Mrs. G-," he said to me, "that Rex does not fuck women 
who want to be fucked by a dog. Rex fucks the ones who are unwilling." Snark 
paused and gave me a big fat silly grin. "Rex likes it when a woman puts up 
a struggle. It makes Rex feel a bit more virile at the moment of triumph 
when he jams his prick in." 

I swallowed hard, emitting a loud gulp with my throat. 

"What about yourself?" Snark then asked me. "Would you willingly submit to 
him or would you put up a fight?" Snark grinned with continued satisfaction 
as he asked me that de- meaning question. 

"I'd fight that mutt tooth and claw," I said to him bitterly. I eyed the 
door and tried to figure out if I could make it out of the room without 
being caught. 

"I'll bet you'd like to know just how I trained Rex," said Snark as he 
opened the top drawer to his desk. "You see, Rex is trained by scents. 
Strong scents. Like the scent that comes from a pair of your used panties!" 

Snark put his hand into the drawer that he'd pulled open and he pulled out a 
pair of panties. It was a pair of pink silk panties looking suspiciously 
like the pair that had disappeared from my locker. They looked so much like 
the pair that had come from my locker that it was actually obvious that they 
were the same pair. 

"Rex is trained to fuck," said Snark, almost drooling in anticipation of 
what he knew was about to happen. "And he's trained to trace down the scent 
of the panties I give him. Then he's trained to fuck the precise spot that 
has manufactured that scent. Now do you understand?" 

I understood enough to make my break toward the door. I leaped up from the 
big armchair I was sitting in and I darted toward the door to that office. I 
heard a bark close behind me and then suddenly I was halted in my tracks. 

Rex, that German shepherd who had had his prick up waiting for this moment, 
had sprung to attention behind me as I began to run. With just one great 
bounding leap, the dog had caught up to me. He sank his teeth right into my 
skirt and he yanked me backwards, pulling me back to him before I could even 
get my hands on the doorknob. 

"No! Please!" I howled. "I don't want to be fucked by a dog!" 

"Perfect!" roared old Mr. Snark in approval. "That's just the type of woman 
that Rex likes to take. You're really sunk if you struggle!" 

Doctor, I didn't believe the dexterity of that dog. I fought him fiercely 
and although he didn't bite me and he actually scratched me very little, he 
managed to tear my little miniskirt right off me, leaving me with nothing 
covering my body below the waist except for my panties. 

I held onto the panties for dear life, hoping that if I could keep those 
panties on I'd be spared the ignominy of being fucked by a dog. 

"Please, Rex," I squealed. "I beg you! Don't fuck me! Fuck one of the school 
girls instead." 

Snark cackled with amusement at that line, almost as if he'd been thinking 
of seeing how Rex would do with some of the more developed school girls, 
too. 

I resisted Rex and I could see that rigid big prong beneath him, erect for 
the moment when my panties would be pulled away. I moved my hands to the 
waistband of the panties and I held them as tightly as I possibly could. I 
also kept my legs together and tried to curl my legs forward for protection. 

But the dog knew that trick and he knew what counter-offensive to launch. He 
poked his firm jaw right to my ass and he took the seat of my panties in his 
teeth. Then he began to pull with that strong muscular jaw and neck of his. 

It didn't take more than a few seconds for the panties to shred and pull 
away into his teeth. The dog gave a hard pull and yanked the whole seat out 
of those panties. The tear in the soft silk shredded the panties in every 
area except the waistband. So in a few seconds I was still successfully 
clutching my waistband. But the panties were completely gone. My slot and my 
rectum were completely unprotected. 

"No, Rex! Please, Rex, no!" I squealed. But there was no stopping him now. 
As Snark sat at the desk and watched his dog go to town on me, Snark kept 
his hands in his lap as if he were briskly handling something down there. 
But I didn't have time to study old man Snark. Instead, I had to try vainly 
to defend myself. 

The dog's face pressed between my legs. Before I could protect those vital 
areas of mine, I felt the dog's hot nose and tongue as he pressed the front 
of his jaws to my pussy area. He was pressing in from the rear and I was 
trying to hold my hands back there to ward him away. 

But that big long tongue of his was slipping into the vital area. I began to 
feel that hot tongue slurping and driving against my vaginal crack. I have 
to admit it, doctor, even though I didn't want to get fucked by a dog, I 
liked the feel of what he was doing back there. 

"Rex, puh-lease!" I moaned with emphasis, complaining for perhaps the final 
time. My resistance ability was getting low. Not only did I like the feeling 
of what he was doing back there, but my energy was wearing down. It was 
getting to a point where I would no longer be able to physically resist that 
huge dog. 

For a split second I looked up at Snark. Snark had stood up from his desk. 
What a pervert! He had been sitting at that desk without any pants on. Ever 
since I'd come in he had been nude from the waist down. The fact had been 
obscured from me by that big mahogany desk, of course, but he'd been sitting 
there with his dick hanging out. What a perfect pervert that fat old deviate 
was. It was hardly the conduct that one expects from the headmaster of an 
exclusive private school. 

Needless to say, Snark's penis was standing up like a compass needle. And to 
carry the analogy a little farther, the compass needle was pointing right at 
the spot where Rex was licking my bush. I guess that made my pussy the north 
pole if you consider the way Snark's prick was pointing at it. 

With my energy and willpower almost completely gone, I could feel the 
wonderful sensations that were building in my vagina as a result of the 
thorough licking I was getting from that dog's tongue. 

"Oh, shit," I thought as I started to drift into an odd fantasy. "I wish all 
the little boys and girls in the class I teach could see their teacher now." 

And with that thought I stopped clamping my legs together. I rolled over 
onto my ass and I slowly allowed my legs to spread apart. 

"Does it feel good ?" Snark asked as his dog's tongue continued to lap my 
pussy. 

"Uh-huh," I said nodding passively as that German shepherd's brown and black 
and gold face slurped its long pink tongue repeatedly across my vaginal 
lips. 

"Does it feel real good?" asked Snark as he continued to stroke his bare 
erect phallus. "Or is it just good? Just plain average good feelings?" 

"It's real good," I indicated to Snark, thinking about it as I could feel it 
happening to me down there. That long tongue was pressing into the insides 
of my vaginal lips now, pressing into spots where only my present husband 
and one or two other men have ever touched with their tongues. 

"If it feels so good?" asked sneaky old Mr. Snark in that calm coy mild 
voice of his, "why do you keep your legs together? Why don't you open up and 
let the dog do it to you the way you'd really like it to be done?" 

I knew there had to be a reason why I didn't really want to open my legs 
completely. But I couldn't think of the reason. And Snark, still stroking 
his rod, worked on me with the old soft sell. 

"Just give it a try, Wilma, dear," he oozed to me. "Please open your legs 
and find out what a full and unrestricted canine tongue feels like. You can 
always close your legs again if you don't like the way it feels." 

Well, that last part wasn't true at all. Once the legs are opened to an 
animal as powerful as a German shepherd, there's no way in the world that 
the legs will ever get closed again. But the way Snark was working on me I 
did I what he said, even though I was doing it very much against my 
instinctive better judgment. So I opened my legs. 

I opened them wide and gave the dog a gaping hole to lick at. As soon as I 
did that the big flat blade of his tongue rubbed sweetly across the up and 
down length of my vagina, running almost from my clitoris to my asshole. 

"Oh, Rex," I moaned as I felt that hot tongue slurping so wonderfully up and 
down on the length of my crack. "Please, Rex," I begged. "Do it again!" 

He would have done it again even if I hadn't asked him to. That long canine 
tongue repeatedly moved its way up and down the length of my vagina. The 
flat blade of the tongue continually moved against the head of my clitoris. 
And when an animal gets his tongue against a girl's clitoris, doctor, it's 
all over. She just isn't physically capable of resisting any longer. 

"Rex," I then begged as the big animal continued to lick the bush of my big 
half naked body. "Rex, please fuck me," I moaned. I meant what I said, 
doctor. I figured that rape was inevitable. I figured that I'd do far better 
to lie back and enjoy things as they came. 

"That's the boy, Rex," Snark said next. "Finish her off." 

The dog continued to tool that big long tongue of his across my pussy lips. 
I held my fleshy thighs as widely apart as I possibly could hold them. And 
the dog licked me until he decided he wanted to put something longer and 
harder into me. 

The dog's phallus was about the size of a five pound salami, doctor. It was 
an immense thing by now. But all I could think about was how much I needed 
something inside me. And Snark was too interested in tooling his own prick 
to let me use his prick for my satisfaction. 

The dog crawled on top of me. Rex's penis slipped between the lips of my 
vagina and then he plunged it all the way down into me. 

"Oh, Rex," I moaned to that big dog. "Oh, Rex, you're huge!" I humped my 
pussy upwards onto his dick as he began to drive it downward into me. 

"Oh, Rex," I continued. "Is this what you wanted when you followed me into 
the ladies room?" 

I had the feeling that this indeed was what the dog had wanted back then. 
After all, it was my pussy that he kept going for. It was that scent from my 
panties that he was trying to zero in on. And he was doing an excellent job 
of zeroing in on it in fact. His dick was right in the slot where that scent 
came from. 

As Snark continued to stroke his prick the dog continued to sooth my pussy 
with deep probing strokes. I wrapped my legs around that dog's furry frame. 
I felt his body moving on top of mine. And I felt that long satisfying dick 
as it probed way down into me. When I felt his furry nuts press against me 
my pussy started to erupt in orgasms. 

"Oh, Rex," I moaned to the dog. "Yes, Rex, yes! You're making me come!" 

I sure was coming! My pussy blasted off with orgasm after orgasm. The long 
hard prong that the dog was tooling me with was driving my poor captive 
pussy to the far side of ecstasy. I continued to hump wildly against his 
penis. My body went up and down. And I orgasmed so much that I thought my 
pussy was going to burst. 

Out of the corner of my eye I saw Snark. His face was contorted with joy as 
he tooled his meat. I suddenly saw his prick erupt with big gushing drops of 
come. The first ones shot way out of his nozzle and almost sailed across the 
room. But the next ones he caught in his palm as he stroked his tool with 
that same palm. He used his come for lubrication as he tooled his equipment 
to its conclusion. 

"Please, Rex," I then moaned to the dog. "Come! Please, doggie! Come!" 

I don't know whether the dog understood me or if the dog just was on the 
verge of orgasm anyway. In any case, doctor, I suddenly felt the dog's penis 
stiffen inside me. It stiffened the way all penises do just before the big 
gush at the end. His dick puffed up to an incredible length and then it felt 
like an unwinding spasming spring inside me. 

The penis twisted and orgasmed. I could feel the hot seeds bursting out of 
his dick and shooting right down into my slot. I moaned and I held my vagina 
as tightly to his crotch as I possibly could. 

"Oh, Rex!" I cooed to the beast. "You're so masculine. So frigging virile!" 
I pumped madly and rolled my vaginal walls against that long spasming prong. 
Then I wrapped my long bare legs as tightly as I possibly could around that 
dog's furry trunk for the final time. I squeezed. I squeezed my legs and I 
squeezed my vaginal walls. I squeezed until I was convinced that I'd drawn 
out of that canine every possible drop of come that he had to give. Then-and 
only then! -was I satisfied. I put my legs back down and released him. The 
dog, headmaster Snark, and I were all breathing heavily . . . 

. . . "That's quite a story, Mrs. G.," I said to my patient as she concluded 
her account of this bizarre and lamentable incident. "But it would sound 
like you'd almost forgiven the dog and the headmaster by the time the act 
was complete." 

"That's just not the case, doctor," she said quickly and indignantly. "The 
fact is that I haven't forgiven them yet. Those two really have screwed up 
my whole sex life." 

"Could you expand on that?" I asked. 

"This is what I began telling you about before, doctor," Mrs. G. said. "This 
whole incident with the canine has changed sex for me." 

"Do you fail to have orgasms with your husband now?" I asked her. 

"It's not that," she said. "I can make it with my husband and I enjoy it 
when he has himself a great big come inside me. But the fact is that I need 
something more violent than he can give me. Something more challenging. 
Something more vigorous. Do you know what I mean, doctor?" 

"Something more bestial?" I asked, finishing her sentence for her. 

"That's it," she snapped quickly. "It makes my pussy water just to think of 
it." 

"Something bestial like a canine," I suggested to her. "Isn't that what you 
need outside of your husband's physical love activity." 

"That's it," she said. "And I guess it's a dirty thing. I really do want to 
stop it. But I just crave dog, doctor. That's why you've got to help me. 
You've got to help me conquer this craving before my husband finds out or 
before I attack a dog in public and let him into my muff in front of a whole 
scandalized crowd of people. Sooner or later I'm going to do that if I don't 
get the help I need, doctor." 

I advised Mrs. G. that I would most likely be able to help her just as soon 
as I was able to discuss one more facet of her bestial sex history. 

"I've heard of how this habit of yours began," I said to her as we concluded 
her initial interview, "but you haven't told me how the habit continued." 

"How it continued?" she asked. "How do you think it continued? I kept 
fucking canines." 

"I assume you did," I said. "But I'd like to bring myself up to date on the 
details. Would you be interested in answering more questions at a second 
interview session?" 

Mrs. G. nodded that she would. I assured her that after hearing the answers 
to merely a few more questions, I'd be pleased to discuss eventual solutions 
to her problem. 

We parted amiably and that concluded our first of two meetings. 

II When the attractive red haired school teacher returned to my office for 
the second visit, she seemed unnecessarily distraught over her bestial 
proclivities. 

"Has the matter become worse just since I spoke to you last time?" I asked 
her. 

She nodded. "Much worse," she answered. "I ... I don't think I'll ever be 
able to break the doggie habit." 

"Nonsense," I said. "You haven't tried breaking it with the help of 
professional guidance yet." 

"But it's so ingrained in my sex habits now, doctor," she said emotionally. 
"It's just something that's making me lose control of myself." 

I looked at the woman very closely. Her short skirt very nicely revealed her 
trim girlish legs. She crossed them as I spoke to her. 

"Mrs. G.," I said to her, "I was going to ask you how you continued this 
bestial habit after the original incident. But it appears that some other 
canine event may have occurred since I spoke to you last. Am I right?" 

"You are," she said, her voice almost breaking into soft sobs of sorrow. 

"I think our time today might thus be better spent by discussing this new 
development," I said. "Would that please you?" 

Mrs. G. nodded. "Don't tell my husband about this," she said with tears 
beginning to stream down her face. "Tell him anything else that I've told 
you, but don't tell him what I did in the supermarket the other day." 

"The supermarket?" I asked. 

Mrs. G. nodded again as she took a paper handkerchief from her purse and 
dabbed at her eyes with it. 

"I'm surprised my husband didn't catch me doing it," she said. "He was right 
there. He could have walked in at almost any time and caught me." 

"Did this involve a dog?" I asked. 

"Two of them," she said. 

"Did you have sex with the dogs?" I asked, trying to get at the story which 
she had to tell. 

"Both of them," she said. "Right there in the supermarket. I fucked them 
both." 

"This sounds like an incredible story, Mrs. G.," I said to her. "Would you 
tell it to me as soon as you feel ready to?" 

Mrs. G. blew her nose, dabbed at her eyes with the paper tissue and tried to 
gather the emotional willpower to speak. 

"I'll be all right in a moment," she finally said in a voice that seemed to 
have collected itself somehow. "I'm just . . . I'm just very upset about 
what I did. It was a stupid thing. And I just feel that I lost control of 
myself when I did it." 

"Whenever you're ready I'll be pleased to hear about it," I said to her. She 
took a few more moments to gather herself and then she began to speak . . . 

. . . I'll tell you what upsets me most about the whole incident, doctor. 
What upsets me is that I seemed to lose control of myself when I did this. I 
just seemed to not be thinking rationally at all when this happened. It was 
as if I'd just gone out of my mind. 

My husband, Nat, and I were in a supermarket right in the town where we 
live. Nat and I were doing the shopping for the weekend. We had a lot of 
groceries to pick up so we weren't with each other all the time in the 
supermarket. You know how it is. One of us would go off to one place to pick 
up one item while the other would go off to another counter for something 
else. 

My husband was off looking for something while I went to the meat counter to 
try to find some good steaks. Well, when I walked toward that meat counter I 
had to walk by an open door which led to one of those stock rooms. And guess 
what I saw through that open door. A pair of big handsome canines. 

Well, doctor, I want to make one point very clear. I had been doing my best 
to stay away from dogs. Since the last time I was here I've been trying my 
best to stay away from canines. 

If a big handsome dog walked by me on the street I'd look the other way just 
so I wouldn't even see him and start thinking about dog cock. If I saw a dog 
off leash coming toward me on the sidewalk I'd quickly cross the street. 

I'd avoid parks where people would be exercising their dogs. I'd stay off 
blocks where pet shops and kennels would be located. I wouldn't even go near 
fire hydrants because they reminded me of dogs. 

I figured if I kept the dogs out of sight I'd also be able to keep them out 
of mind. I was desperately trying to keep a clean record between these two 
interviews, doctor. And then I had to notice those two dogs in the back room 
of that supermarket. 

I looked at them and they looked at me. I knew it was a pure case of 
temptation staring me right in the face, doctor, and I quickly made up my 
mind that I was going to resist it. 

"It won't hurt, however," I told myself, "if I just give these little 
canines a little pat on their heads. It'll prove that I can pat dogs and 
then just walk away." 

Sure, I was lying to myself. Those dogs weren't little to start with. They 
weren't purebred anything. They looked like they were maybe part collie and 
part setter. Or maybe they even had a little German shepherd blood in them. 
In any event, they were a couple of mongrels and they seemed to belong to 
the supermarket. 

"Hi there, fellows," I said to that pair of canines as I reached down and 
patted each of them on the head. "I'm a dog lover from way back," I 
announced. 

The two dogs got to their feet and came to me as I reached out and patted 
each of them. Then they started to snuggle against me and wag their tails. 
That was real trouble, doctor. That's when I started to get a feel of that 
Wonderful doggie fur against my bare legs. 

"Come on, guys," I said to the dogs. "Just a few friendly pats and then I'm 
going back to my shopping list." 

They continued to wag their tails and look up at me. One of them had his 
long pink tongue hanging out of his mouth as he panted at me. I tried to 
look away from him and concentrate on patting the other dog. But just as I 
turned my attention away from the one who had his tongue hanging out of his 
mouth, he stuck his jaw up under my short skirt and tried to sniff the crack 
between my legs. 

"Hey! Stay out of there!" I snapped at that dog. And as I tried to slap his 
nose in retribution, the other one poked his nose under my skirt and tried 
to pull the same feat of sniffing my crack. 

"You dogs are bad!" I chided them. "You're both just trying to tempt me to 
do something that will embarrass me when I have to visit my analyst again!" 

The dogs sniffed at the air in front of me and looked up at my face as I 
said that to them. 

"That's right, my analyst!" I said to them. "I've been having a lot of 
trouble controlling my canine proclivities. But I think I have everything 
under control now. I'm not going to yield to temptation in the back room of 
a supermarket. Oh, now. Not any more I'm not!" 

The dogs stood still and looked at me, their ears cocked at attention. They 
didn't try to sniff under my skirt again. I thought that I'd won a very 
significant victory both with my willpower and with those dogs. I gazed past 
them in triumph and noticed that I was in a room where most of the paper 
products were stored. There seemed to be great crates of paper towels and 
paper napkins stored behind the dogs. 

"It's all a matter of willpower," I said to the dogs as I gloated with my 
triumph. "Why, I could even show you my bare pussy without getting turned 
on. I could show it to you right here and I wouldn't be tempted at all to go 
on and have sex with either of you." 

I felt a tingle down in my pussy as I said those words to the dogs. I 
mistook the tingle for a tingle of triumph and defiance. Actually it was a 
tingle of desire. But I was too stupid to realize that, doctor. 

"All right," I said to them. "I'll show you how much willpower I have. I'm 
going to show you my bare muff. I might even let you two dogs touch it. And 
yet I won't get turned on in the slightest. I won't get tempted at all!" 

I undid the buckle at the belt of my short skirt. I quickly unhooked the 
clips on the skirt and I let the skirt slip all the way down my legs to my 
feet. I was completely forgetting that I was in the backroom of a 
supermarket, doctor. That's how intently I was concentrating on those dogs. 

The dogs both began to wag their tails when they saw my skirt drift all the 
way down to the floor. 

"See this?" I then said to them as I motioned to the triangular patch of 
very nice brown hair just below the crotch of my panties. "That's my muff," 
I explained to them. "That's my muff and although I used to let dogs fuck me 
down there, I don't do that anymore. I've broken my bad habit." 

The dogs didn't move although they continued to wag their tails. One of them 
cocked his head and looked at my bush through the panties. 

"I've broken my habit so successfully," I said as I felt my pussy tingle 
with the warm glow of excitement, "that I could even let you touch my muff 
down there. That wouldn't tempt me at all. No at all!" 

I guess I was crazy in trying to prove so much so quickly, doctor, but I 
really thought I would be able to get away with it. I hooked a thumb into 
the waistband of my panties and I started to pull them down. 

"Come catch a sniff, boys," I said to the dogs. "It won't turn me on one 
bit." 

I was wrong of course. The dogs came up and sniffed me since I'd even 
invited them to. One of them pressed his warm face right to my pubic hair. I 
could feel his warm nostrils breathing right on my snatch. 

The other one pushed his own face in there, too, but he was a little more 
sly. He pushed his face to my pussy and then immediately started to lick. 

"Hey!" I said, feeling how good that dog's tongue felt when it was pressed 
into my pussy lips. "That wasn't part of the deal." 

Well; for him it was part of the deal. He kept licking at my pussy and in a 
few seconds I knew I was in trouble. I was like an alcoholic who had taken a 
drink just to see if the drink could be gotten away with. Well, there was 
nothing that I was going to get away with this time. The dog's tongue licked 
my pussy lips mercilessly. I was feeling how wonderful a dog's tongue could 
be. I tried to double over and lean forward in order to evade that dog's 
tongue. 

Bending over only made it worse. I managed to evade the dog who was 
attacking my pussy from the front, but as soon as I bent over the other dog 
managed to weasel his way behind me. He managed to slip his nose and tongue 
beneath my buttocks. What a tongue I got from him from behind! It went right 
into my pubic slot! 

I straightened up and the other dog started to lick me in the front. I 
wriggled and I tried to turn away from those dogs. But those two husky big 
mongrels were aggressive. They followed my every wriggle and turn, poking 
their noses and tongues at my private parts. The worst part of it, doctor, 
was that I knew I was enjoying it. 

My pussy became moist with the excitement of those two canines. Their wet 
tongue continued to probe me and one of them even stuck his warm wet black 
nose right up against my anus, alternately sniffing and licking at me back 
there. 

"You awful dogs!" I whined to that duet of canines. "You've tricked me! 
You're trying to seduce me!" I tried again to cover up, placing one hand 
over my front area and the other hand over my asshole. But the dogs nuzzled 
their strong noses right into those spots again, pushing my protecting hands 
away quite easily. 

It was just at that time that a tall skinny stock boy who must have been no 
more than sixteen years old came swinging around that corner through the 
open door and into the stock room. 

"Holy shit!" I heard him say. "I come back here for paper napkins and look 
what I find!" 

"Help me," I whined to him as he stood there dumbly in his little green 
stock boy's jacket. "Help me with these fucking dogs." 

"You want help?" he said, asking with a smile and seeing that I had probably 
taken off my skirt and panties all by myself. He was leering at my bare ass 
and bare pussy as the dogs continued to press their mouths to those spots. 

"Yes," I pleaded. "I've got to have help." 

"Okay, lady," he said. "You asked for it." 

Either he misunderstood me inadvertently or he just wanted to see me getting 
fucked by the dogs. Because instead of helping me resist the dogs he pushed 
me right over onto the floor. When I fell back flat on my ass and plopped 
onto that floor the stock boy got down there with me. I could see a bulge 
beneath the fly of his pants so I knew exactly how he felt about what he 
saw. 

He held his hands between my knees and he pushed my legs apart. He pushed 
the knees apart so far that my vagina was forced to open a gaping crack to 
the dogs, a crack that opened so wide that the pink inner lips were 
available to those two big canine tongues. Even my clit was exposed to them. 
And one of those mutts managed to push the flat tip of his tongue right upon 
the head of that clit. 

"Oh, shit, you fucker!" I said to that stock boy as he held my legs apart 
for the canines. 

"You're letting them tool my erect clitoris!" 

"You asked for help, lady," he said to me. "This is it. I'm helping the 
dogs." 

I didn't need him telling me to know that he had taken the other side of the 
dispute. The dogs now were able to slurp all over the inner areas of my 
vagina. They slurped and they slobbered and they absolutely demolished any 
desire I had to resist. 

"It's not fair," I moaned. "I was trying to stay away from canines." 

I suddenly realized that the stock boy had removed his hands from my legs. 
He had stepped back a few feet and was watching me, rubbing the fly of his 
pants so that his dick would get a good sensation inside there. I couldn't 
close my legs, however, even though the stock boy's hands weren't on me any 
more. My ability to resist was gone. Even though I could so easily be seen 
by anyone who also walked in that wide open door, all I wanted to do was get 
fucked by one or both of the dogs. 

"Please," I begged to that stock boy who was so anxious to side with the 
dogs, "tell me if their dicks are hard." 

The boy looked beneath the dog closest to him. Then he looked at the other. 

"Hard as stone," he chortled. "Each one of them." 

"Which one's bigger?" I asked. 

He looked again. "This one," he said. As is often the case, it was the 
smaller dog who had the bigger prick. 

"Pick him up," I demanded, "and put him on top of me!" 

The stock boy gleefully obeyed. He picked up that mongrel by his haunches 
and dropped the dog down upon me in perfect fucking position. The dog's 
penis slipped into the folds of my vagina and in my instinctive quest for 
canine cock I locked my legs around the dog's loins. 

"Pump, boy," I said to the dog. "Let me really feel you pump in there!" 

The dog had the idea quickly enough. His long dick probed down into my 
vagina and I felt him pushing deeply into me. I moaned with delight as the 
dog's dick pushed its way fully down into me. And I wrapped my long bare 
legs completely around him. 

"Oh, yes!" I moaned as I hugged and kissed that dog. "Oh, shit, yes!" 

The stock boy, with his pants bulging from excitement, watched me intently 
as the canine continued to pump his long dork in and out of me. I again 
moaned with the sheer delight of it all. And I even had to bite my lower lip 
to keep from blurting out a long series of obscenities that ran thoroughly 
across my mind as the mutt's penis penetrated me. 

"So good," I moaned repeatedly. "So fucking good!" 

I could feel my pussy brimming with orgasms. I blasted my pussy hard at the 
dog's dick. I throbbed my pussy all over the penis and I let loose with a 
tremendous torrent of orgasmic blasts. Out of the corner of my eye I could 
see out of that open door. There was a woman shopping for milk just outside 
the door. She was watching me intently as she stood at her shopping cart and 
stared with her five-year- old child at me. 

"Is that lady fighting with the dog?" the child asked. 

"Oh no," said the woman. "She's fucking the dog, that's what she's doing." 

"What does 'fucking' mean, Mommy?" the child asked in return to his mother. 

"Watch your language," muttered the woman. And the woman covered the child's 
eyes as she continued to watch me. 

Oh, doctor, how I prayed that my husband wouldn't come along and peek into 
the stock room. I knew he'd be looking for me pretty soon. And how 
disastrous it would have been if he'd come along and seen me balling with 
the dog. It would have been absolutely a catastrophe ! 

The mongrel's penis lurched, spasmed and shot its wad of hot semen directly 
down into the inner sanctums of my vagina. I held the dog down there as his 
penis spasmed. I kept my arms and legs wrapped around him as tightly as I 
possibly could. I felt shot after shot of his hot liquid shoot down into my 
vagina. As his dork spent its semenal load inside me, my own pussy continued 
to respond with orgasms. 

"He's so good," I moaned. "All dogs are such fucking good cocksmen." 

The mongrel's penis spasmed to a commanding halt. He shot out his full load 
of juice and then just the last few drops of come spasmed out of his dick. I 
caught every drop. Then the stock boy lifted the dog off me. I nearly had 
another orgasm as the dog's limp penis withdrew from me. 

"Please," I begged. "Now give me the other dog." 

The stock boy, who by now had plenty of dog hairs all over his green grocery 
store jacket, reached for that second dog in order to fulfill my request. 

But that second dog had already seen what fun his canine pal had had. So the 
second pooch didn't even need to be pulled or lured onto my body. Instead he 
readily climbed into position on top of me and slipped his long pink prong 
into me as soon as the first dog had been able to get out of his way. 

"Oh, shit," I said. "There's only one thing in this world better than a 
canine lover. And that's two canine lovers . . . back to back." 

The stock boy looked at me, grinned, and then started to press his hand 
against his crotch again. . . . 

. . . "And I assume, Mrs. G.," I said to the woman I was interviewing, "that 
you managed to bring this second dog to orgasm also." 

"I did," she said. "It was very easy. That dog had stayed hard for so long 
that he was ready to come almost immediately." 

"And did he?" I asked. 

"Did he what?" 

"Come immediately?" I asked. 

"He sure as shit did," said Mrs. G. "It took him almost twenty strokes 
before his organ erupted with that wonderful juice. If I hadn't already had 
one dog it would have been a very difficult time for me. You know. 
Frustrating. 

Disappointing." 

"Were you satisfied after having the second canine?" I asked. 

"I was satisfied," said Mrs. G. "But I wasn't finished fucking." 

"What exactly do you mean?" I asked. 

"The stock boy," said Mrs. G., her voice beginning to betray her emotions 
again. 

"What about him?" I asked. 

"He made me have sex with him," said Mrs. G. "After I had fucked with the 
dogs I was really tired. Too tired to move. And then all of a sudden I saw 
that he was taking down his pants. His big dick popped out and I knew that 
he wasn't just bringing it out to show it to me. I knew he was bringing it 
out to use it on me. There was no doubt about it." 

"Did you resist?" I asked. 

"How could I?" Mrs. G. said. "People had witnessed me voluntarily fucking 
the dogs. If I had screamed and attracted attention to the stock boy and 
what he was trying to do, I would have revealed to everyone what had been 
doing. So I was trapped. He pulled his pants down to his knees and only 
bared his midsection where that big dirty prick of his was. Then he climbed 
on top of me and deeply thrust that prick of his into my slot. I pumped 
furiously, trying to get him to come quickly so that I could get out of 
there." 

"Did he?" I asked. 

"Did he what?" she answered. 

"Come quickly?" 

"Not quick enough for my liking," said Mrs. G. "Whenever you're looking for 
a guy who's a supercock you can never find him. But this guy was something 
else. A real supercock. He must have held his penis hard for a furious five 
minutes of stomach-to-stomach pumping. His dick kept getting bigger and 
bigger but it wouldn't come. At last I finally thought he had a blockage in 
there or maybe a little cork in his nozzle to keep that sperm from coming 
out. It wasn't until I rotated my vagina in such a way that I was rhythming 
my ass against his balls that that stock boy's dick finally erupted and 
came." 

"This all sounds like quite an extraordinary trip to the supermarket," I 
commented to Mrs. G. 

"Oh, it was extraordinary, all right," she said. "That's why you've got to 
help me before I get into some real trouble. What if I had been discovered 
by the supermarket manager. It was bad enough that I had to submit to the 
stock boy, but I could just as easily have been arrested for sodomy, too. 
Our state has some silly laws about stuff like that." 

"Most states have similar laws on that subject," I informed my client. 

"And you couldn't imagine the trouble I had with my husband after those 
three fucks in the stockroom," Mrs. G. then added. 

"What kind of trouble?" I asked. 

"Suspicion," she said. "First, Nat was furious that I'd disappeared so long 
in that store. He demanded to know where I'd been for fifteen minutes." 

"What did you tell him?" 

"I said I'd been looking for him. And then I demanded to him that he confess 
to where he'd been." 

"Did he fall for that ploy?" I asked. 

"No way," said the attractive twenty-eight-year-old school teacher. "You 
see, he'd already had good reason to suspect that something very odd was 
going on." 

"Why?" I asked. 

"While I was fucking the stock boy one of those dogs pulled a really 
wise-ass trick. He picked up my panties and ran off with them through the 
store." 

"And your husband saw the dog?" I guessed. 

"Nat saw the dog and recognized the panties in the dog's mouth. This 
naturally led to his typically nosy male curiosity about how I might have 
had my panties off in a supermarket." . "What did you tell him?" I asked. 

"I told him that he must have been mistaken," said Mrs. G. "I told him that 
those panties couldn't possibly have been mine. I told him that there must 
have been some mistake." 

"What did he say?" I asked. 

"He didn't say anything," said Mrs. G. "He reached under my skirt right 
there in that store and he rubbed his hand against my bare pussy. He even 
poked his hand inside to check to see if I was wet. I was. My whole pussy 
was soaking with sperm from the three fucks I'd had." 

"And of course it was wet," I said. 

"It sure was," said Mrs. G. "It was positively soaking. I tried to convince 
him that it was still wet down there from the fuck he and I had had that 
morning. I drove a very convincing argument, but I don't think he ever 
really believed me." 

"Thank you, Mrs. G.," I said. "No further questions." 

It was very clear from my observations of Mrs. G. and her case that her 
entire problem with bestial sex stemmed from the fact that she deeply 
enjoyed having sex with dogs. 

This might seem to be an oversimplification of her case. But it is not. 
Instead it is merely a simplification which leads to obvious answers and 
conclusions. Please consider the following points. 

Many women, when taken by force by a man, woman or animal, have 
deeply-rooted reactions to the act of their rape. They consider rape a 
venomous and repugnant act, which of course, it is. In addition to being a 
criminal act, it is a deeply immoral and unethical act. Many people describe 
rape as the act of an animal no matter whether the act was committed by a 
man or a beast. 

My point here is not to belabor the obvious social shortcomings of the act 
of rape. Instead, I wish to make the point that many women who are raped had 
extremely adverse reactions to males in the future. Many women who have been 
raped by men have turned to other women for future sexual satisfaction. And 
while this reaction is neither logical nor desirable, it is understandable. 

The reader, however, has probably already seen the point I was about to 
make. 

Mrs. G. was raped. She was raped by a dog. Yet unlike the vast majority of 
rape victims, Mrs. G. had a positive reaction to her rape experience. So 
instead of having a reaction in which she developed a psychological block 
against the perpetrators of her rape (i.e., canines in general), Mrs. G. had 
a reaction directly toward these animals. Thus Mrs. G., having indeed 
enjoyed the intensely sexual experience foisted upon her by that animal, 
developed a type of mania involving canines. Her initial experience with 
canines was so enjoyable to her that she demanded canines as future sexual 
partners. It was a mania which she soon could not control. 

I should add that despite Mrs. G. actually liking the bestial sex that was 
forced upon her, I have nothing but contempt for the man who forced it. The 
headmaster of the school, Mr. Snark, is worthy of nothing but contempt by 
any civilized man or woman. It is particularly disturbing that a man of his 
nature would be in a position of authority in, of all places, a school where 
he'd be exposed to young boys and girls. In one respect it is fortunate that 
I can report that Mr. Snark eventually attempted to have a session of 
enforced bestiality upon a fifteen-year-old girl who was a student at that 
school. While the girl had no serious psychological damage inflicted by the 
attack of Rex, the German shepherd, she nevertheless mentioned the assault 
to her mother. 

In turn, her mother mentioned the attack to her husband, the girl's 
step-father. The girl's stepfather was a policeman. After considering I the 
matter for two days the policeman filed a written complaint against Mr. 
Snark. Snark was eventually arrested and placed under psychological 
observation pending a court appearance. His case is still unresolved as this 
volume goes to press. 

The fact that Snark is no longer in a position of authority at that private 
school, however, does not lessen the psychological damage inflicted upon 
Mrs. G. Fortunately, however, and just as I had hoped, Mrs. G. was able to 
respond to a minor amount of psychosexual therapy and guidance. 

Since I believe in complete and total honesty in human relationships, I 
urged Mrs. G. to confide in her husband this whole story. She might even 
explain the supermarket incident to him. It would be a relief to him, 
perhaps, that his wife had had sex with dogs out of a psychological disorder 
rather than having sex with another man out of boredom with her present 
mate. 

Mrs. G. had difficulty explaining this matter to her husband, but once the 
cards were on the table, he had a surprisingly sympathetic attitude toward 
the problem. Just as any devoted husband would do, Mr. G. offered to do 
anything he could to help his wife break her bestial sex habits. 

I thus described a common treatment for such problems, a treatment which is 
often advised under such circumstances and a treatment which is also very 
popular since it involves no drugs and no dangerous shock treatments or 
hospital visits. 

Mrs. G. and Mr. G. were to abstain from sex for five weeks. I understood how 
difficult this would be for any married couple, but it was an integral part 
of the treatment. And on Mrs. G.'s part, it was incumbent upon her not to 
engage in any bestial sex or any masturbation. (Mr. G. was advised that he 
could masturbate or have his wife perform oral sex or manual sex upon him.) 
After this five week period, which many patients seem to refer to as a 
"lay-off," I advised Mr. G. to take his wife by "force" on a night of his 
choosing. 

The theory behind this would be that his wife would be sex starved at the 
time he advanced upon her sexually and would certainly not deny him after a 
five week wait. But more important, during the five week anticipation of 
this act, Mrs. G. would undergo a psychological change. 

Instead of her pondering when she would have a canine lover again, she would 
ponder when her husband was going to sexually have her. Her sexual attention 
would thus be drawn away from canines and drawn to her husband's penis. 

After six weeks Mr. and Mrs. G. reported back to me and informed me that the 
technique had been a rousing success. During the five week wait Mrs. G. had 
helped control her canine desires by pinching herself on the nipples 
whenever she began to think of dogs. She would thus associate the thought of 
dogs with the pain on those sensitive areas. And gradually her canine 
desires began to vanish. Then after five weeks Mr. G. had forced his wife 
onto the living room floor one Thursday afternoon before dinner and had 
forced her to squat down on his penis as he lay back on the rug. Mrs. G. 
reported that her sexual joy was so overwhelming that she didn't think she 
could ever think of dogs in a sexual manner again. Pleased to hear her 
report, I closed my involvement in her case. 

 * * * 

CASE HISTORY TWO 

Mr. Arnold N., forty years old, was subjected to the experience which all 
men most fear. Failure to erect. 

"Life is rough for a guy who can't get hard, doctor," Mr. N. said to me at 
the outset of his initial visit to my offices. "I mean, it affects 
everything, your married life, your working life, the time you relax. 
Everything." 

Mr. N. was the owner and operator of a small trucking concern which brought 
fresh produce from Indiana to Chicago on a regular basis. Mr. N., a 
self-made man with growing financial resources had industriously built his 
company up from scratch after the Second World War. From a small time truck 
operator in the late 1940's, Mr. N. had come up in the world to a point 
where his fleet of trucks were the one commercial link from certain of the 
Indiana farmlands to the Chicago market area. 

Mr. N. was a man who was used to success. This is why I mention his business 
background. Being a man so used to success, it was devastating to him when 
he failed to erect for whatever woman he was attempting to make love to. 

"I had heard of the 'male problem' hitting men of about my age," Mr. N. said 
frankly when he began his preliminary discussions at my office. "But I never 
really understood just how bad it could be for a guy." 

"Many men insist that it's the worst fate that could possibly befall them," 
I said to him. "Men who have experienced the problem agree." 

"It's just plain torture when you can't get hard," he said. "I don't think 
there's anything more humiliating . . . except maybe realizing that you're 
going queer or something like that." 

"How did you first get stricken by this problem?" I then asked Mr. N. I was 
leading up to my second question. I had read on his questionnaire that he 
had successfully used canine bestial sex to solve his power failure. This 
was a genuinely novel approach to the age old problem of penis failure. I 
was particularly interested in discovering how Mr. N. had used dogs to solve 
his problem. If Mr. N. had been able to solve his male problem that way, 
then perhaps thousands of other men might eventually be able to avail 
themselves of the same type of treatment. If their wives are willing, that 
is. 

"Well," Mr. N. replied, "in order to answer your question, I have to give 
you a little bit of background on my marriage. There's one point which I 
really have to explain first." 

"Go ahead," I said. 

"I'm married to a woman who is much younger than I am," said Mr. N. "I just 
married her a few years ago. Six years ago to be specific." 

"To be even more specific," I said to him, "could you give me her exact 
age?" 

"She's twenty-six," said Mr. N. "Fourteen years younger than I am." 

"Go ahead with your story," I then said. 

"When my wife and I got married we made a deal," he said. "Maybe I shouldn't 
call it a deal. Maybe I should call it an understanding. Or an arrangement. 
That's essentially what it is." 

"Please describe it," I said, wondering how this build up was eventually 
going to lead to an account of canine bestiality. 

"My wife and I came to an agreement that we could fuck anyone we wanted to 
fuck. You see, she had led a rather active sex life as a teenager. I guess 
that's common with today's kids. But because of the constant sexual variety 
that she was used to, she was reluctant to sign her loyalty over to one man. 
Do you understand what I'm talking about, doctor?" 

"I do," I said. "But why did you make such a deal? Most men demand absolute 
fidelity from their wives, even if they themselves have every intention of 
carrying on affairs on the side." 

"I wanted the deal to be fair, doctor," Mr. N. said. "And I made it for the 
same reasons that she made it. Having acquired a bit of money since starting 
my own trucking business, I was used to having a few females on hand at all 
times. For fucking purposes, of course." 

"Of course," I said. "But what does this have to do with your male problem?" 
I asked. 

"It has everything to do with it," said Mr. N. "I had conquered the truck 
business and I had conquered the female business. Do you see what I mean? I 
had a nice happy marriage with four nice children. And yet I had all the 
females on the side that I could ever want to fuck. It was the best of all 
possible worlds, as the philosopher would say." 

"Fine," I said, growing a trifle restless and wishing that Mr. N. would get 
more to the point. "But what about this male problem." 

"I'm getting to it, I'm getting to it," he snapped, angered at my pushing 
him in our conversation. "What I wanted to point out was that when I 
couldn't get hard any more it not only loused me up with my wife, but it 
bitched me up with all the other broads whom I was fucking on the side." 

"How many would that be?" 

"Five." 

"When did you first fail to erect?" 

"It was with a girl named Cindy," said Mr. N. "She's not my wife. She's a 
receptionist at one of my company warehouses. Eighteen years old and with a 
pussy that could satisfy an ape or move a grown man to tears. I couldn't get 
hard for her one night." 

"What did she do?" I asked. 

"Oh, she was nice enough about it," said Mr. N. "But in trying to be nice 
she said something which really pissed me off. She told me not to worry 
about it. She told me that it was probably just due to my advancing age. 
Well, that went over with me like a ton of bricks." 

I had to smile at Mr. N.'s indignation. He continued to speak. "I'm only 
forty years old, doctor, and she's telling me that I'm starting to shrivel 
up from old age. Hell. I'm only forty and she's treating me as if I were a 
hundred year old paraplegic." 

"Did you fail to erect with the other women, too?" 

"All of them," replied Mr. N. "I tried every one of them within the next two 
days. That includes my wife. Not once was I able to get hard. And not once 
was I able to even feel the stirrings of come down inside my balls. It was 
sheer hell, doctor. It was nothing short of hell." 

"It must have been terribly disappointing for them, too," I remarked. 

"It was," Mr. N. replied crisply. "I was able to satisfy them with my 
fingers and my mouth. But for a girl to come into a bed with me and be 
expecting to get a feel of my magnificent long penis, well, it's just plain 
disappointing to them." 

"I see," I said. 

"After all, if someone is expecting the Alps and only gets the Rockies, it's 
disappointing. Well, it's the same thing. I can satisfy a woman real well 
with my fingers and my tongue. But nothing compares to that one-eyed trouser 
snake of mine." 

"I see," I said, getting ever more anxious to move the topic on to bestial 
sex with dogs. I glanced down to the man's questionnaire and seized on an 
important point which seemed likely to point our discussion in the direction 
I preferred. 

"You said on your questionnaire, Mr. N.," I said to him, "that this male 
problem of yours only lasted one week. Is that right?" 

"It was actually eight days. But I prefer to call it a week. There's 
personal pride involved." 

"And you were able to cure the problem that quickly through use of a 
canine," I said, still reading what he'd written on his questionnaire. "Am I 
right again?" 

"You are," he said. 

"What woman did this canine have sex with?" I asked. 

"Linda," he said. "My wife." 

"Did you watch while it happened?" I asked. 

"I certainly did," he said. 

"And this is what broke your failure to get hard?" I pressed to the trucking 
executive. 

"It is," he said. "And I didn't even need any professional guidance. Not 
until the other problem occurred." 

"You have another problem now?" I asked. 

"Well, uh, yes," he stammered. "But I'd prefer to tell you first how I 
conquered the first problem. Then maybe you can tell me how I can conquer 
the second one." 

I nodded. Mr. N., not quite as confident in himself as he had been just a 
few seconds earlier, paused and then spoke again. 

"I was very ingenious with the failure to get hard," he said. "And I licked 
the problem all by myself. But this new thing, that's what I'm going to need 
your advice on." 

"I'll be glad to give it to you," I said to him. "But first I need to know 
how you solved this initial problem for yourself. I particularly need to 
know if this second problem is an outgrowth of the canine solution of the 
first problem." 

"It is," he said. 

"Then don't waste any more time," I said. "Tell me how you employed a canine 
in the solution to your erection failures." 

Mr. N. quickly began to tell me this story . . . 

. . . Doctor, sometimes you run into problems in the trucking business that 
you can hassle with for months but not find any solution to. Then if you 
leave those same problems alone for just a few days sometimes they'll just 
solve themselves. That's what my problem with my penis did. It sort of 
solved itself as soon as I left it alone for a while. 

This is what happened. The first time I failed to get hard I really pressed. 
It had never happened to me before. It worried me. I thought there was 
something seriously wrong with me. You know, doctor, a man's penis is a 
pretty important part of his body. So when the penis wouldn't work I figured 
there was serious trouble around somewhere. It never occurred to me that the 
answer would lie in a little canine action. , The first thing I did when I 
failed to erect for the first girl was to suspect that it was the girl's 
fault. I figured that she just might not have been turning me on properly. 
Or maybe subconsciously I just wasn't attracted to her any more. That can 
happen, you know. 

So after it happened with the first girl I rushed off to all the others and 
tried to fuck them. When I didn't harden up and plunge the old dick into 
them I started to tense up. I started to press. You know, I started to try 
too hard. And when you try too much to get an erection there's no way in the 
world you'll ever be able to get one up. 

Well, I thought about it for a few days. I was trying to see if I'd maybe 
get hard during the day at some odd hour. Or maybe I'd figure out something 
to do that might help. The main thing, however, was for me to try to stay 
calm in the face of this odd emergency. 

After about six days I was driving home and thinking how much I wanted to 
ball my wife. I mean, she's really got a magnificent little pot of honey 
between her legs. I was thinking what a shame it was to let it go to waste. 
Or worse to encourage her to have it serviced elsewhere. Sure, we had that 
agreement which said that if she wanted to get laid somewhere else she was 
free to do it. But nowhere in the agreement did it say that I had to like it 
or drive her into doing it. 

I pulled the car into the driveway of our home. And then suddenly something 
caught my attention on the side of the house. There was some movement on 
that side lawn. I didn't know what it was because my view Was blocked by a 
row of hedges. I got out of the car and I took a look. Two dogs. Fucking! 

That's right, doctor. There was a white French Poodle who belonged to one of 
the neighbors. Her name was Fifi and she was a really spoiled obnoxious 
little bitch of a dog. I couldn't stand her. But mounted on top of her was a 
collie by the name of Clem. Clem was more my type of dog. 

Clem was on top of that female poodle and he was fucking her little slot off 
as far as I could tell. I had never really considered the possibility that a 
poodle could get her pussy fucked by a different species of dog. But I 
figured then that as long as the prick fit in it wouldn't make matters too 
complicated. If the penis fit, it might just as well be put in. 

"Hey!" I suddenly thought to myself, "different species? That gives me an 
idea." 

It sure did give me an idea, doctor. I watched carefully as that white 
poodle whammed her pussy backwards into the big thrusting stick that the 
collie was offering her. 

"That's the boy, Clem," I called out, even getting excited over what I was 
watching. "Let's see you put that stick to Fifi!" 

Clem was doing fine even without my moral support. His dork was humping in 
and out of her and that bitch poodle was even uttering little moaning sounds 
to show how much she liked being on Clem's receiving end. 

Then suddenly I made a realization. I could feel something moving down in my 
pants. It was something alive down there that had been given up for dead ... 
or if not dead, at least hibernating. Yes, doctor, my prong was coming to 
life. It was coming up to a fairly impressive erection. 

"That's the boy, Clem," I called out again to that collie as his ass pumped 
vigorously back and forth. "Give her the dork! Give her the dork!" 

The dog's penis kept slamming in and out of there. And my own rod just got 
harder and harder as I admired the way the dog was able to toss his own dick 
around in there. By the time Clem finished up things by sending his 
ejaculation thundering up into Fifi's dainty little slot, my penis was as 
rigid as it had ever been in my life. Yet when the dogs brought their 
fucking to a halt my penis started to contract again. I started to lose that 
precious erection slowly until it had completely vanished. 

Well, doctor, I'm no idiot. I knew the dogs had given me that big hard. I 
knew they'd given it to me so I wasn't about to just let them disappear. Not 
after giving me my first erection in a week. 

"Shit," I thought to myself as my peter contracted down into a tame little 
noodle again. "I've got to keep that Clem around. If he can fuck a dog of 
another species, who knows what else he'll be able to screw?" 

I took one step toward Clem and then I stopped. The big male collie was 
looking at me and wagging his tail. But it hadn't been anything that Clem 
had done that had made me stop cold in my tracks. It had been a thought I'd 
had. Shit. If Clem's dick would go just about anywhere where it could 
physically fit, well, what could stop Clem from fucking Linda, my wife? 

When the thought first crossed my mind it seemed very perverted, which I 
guess it is. But then as I began to think about it for a few more seconds I 
didn't care whether it was perverted or not. As I thought of Clem on top of 
my wife with his long dork sticking into her I started to get hard again. 
And that's when I knew that I had to use Clem to regain my prowess as a man. 
I knew with Clem's help I'd be able to do it! 

"Fuck a dog?" asked Linda when I mentioned the idea to her after dinner that 
night. By the way my beautiful twenty-six year old wife repeated my words I 
could tell that she wasn't keen on the idea. But I had been around business 
circles long enough to know that the sale always begins the first time the 
customer says no. 

"No," she said. 

"All right," I said, pretending that I was going to let her drop the 
subject. 

"What?" she asked, looking at me as if I'd said something she didn't 
understand. 

"I said all right," I repeated. "If you don't want to be a sport and fuck 
Clem it's really no concern of mine. I just thought it might be fun." 

"Why are you giving up so easily?" she asked, continuing to look at me with 
a cocked head. 

"No reason," I said. 

"If you're willing to give up so easily after one request," she said, 
"there's got to be a reason." 

"No reason at all," I said. "You can turn down that dog's penis if you want. 
It won't bother me. It'll mean that you miss out on something, not me." 

She looked at me oddly. "I'm beginning to feel a tingle in my pussy," she 
said. 

"Maybe you're getting your monthly," I suggested. 

"I just had it last week," she said. "And it's not that kind of tingle." 

"What kind of tingle is it?" I asked, knowing that I was maneuvering her 
perfectly by now. It's one of the benefits of marrying a stupid woman with a 
good body. 

"It's the kind of tingle that desires cock," she said to me. "How's your 
dick. Any chance of it getting up?" 

"It's completely dead," I said. I even gave it a little flex in my pants. I 
tried to think of her warm pussy or her warm lips surrounding my dick. But 
nothing made it get hard. The only time that it even made any sort of 
movement at all was when I suddenly got the mental picture of Clem fucking 
that white poodle. You simply had to be there to see the collie on top of 
the poodle in order to fully appreciate the scene. 

"Completely dead," said my wife with disgust. "Here I am needing a penis and 
my husband is still hanging limp. What I need is a nice big cock." 

I pretended not to hear what she said. But then I said something else 
seemingly unrelated which would plant a nice little seed of its own in her 
mind. 

"Linda, dear," I said, "it's too bad you missed seeing Fifi getting it from 
Clem today. You should have seen the satisfied look on Fifi's face. Collies 
have enormous cocks for canines, you know. That's why collies are so popular 
among the females of other breeds of canines." 

"Big, huh?" she asked, cringing her crotch a bit by holding her legs tightly 
together. 

"Definitely," I said. "Simply the biggest around for a canine. In fact, I 
read in a book that some collies have dorks that even surpass human dorks in 
size. And if you can believe another statistic, I saw that-" "Where is that 
wonderful collie?" she asked, cutting me off in the middle of the sentence. 
"I might like to see him after all." 

"I'll get him," I said. And I turned to go get Clem who'd been waiting 
patiently in the basement ever since I brought him inside that afternoon. I 
had to turn and leave my wife quickly in order to hide that victorious grin 
that was all across my face. 

It only took me a few seconds to go get Clem and bring him up to the bedroom 
where my wife was waiting for him. But in those few seconds, she did as much 
as she could to get ready for that virile big dog. 

When I led him back into the bedroom my wife had stripped down to her 
panties, bra and stockings. 

"What's this?" I asked. "It looks like you've made a decision about this 
already." 

"Well, I've got to have some cock," she said quickly. "And from what you 
were saying, Clem seems like the most promising prospect around." 

My wife, standing there in those scanty clothes that hardly covered her up 
at all, patted her knees and signaled to Clem. 

"Come here, boy!" she called to him. "Mama's got a little surprise for you!" 

A little surprise? That was understating it a bit. Linda unhooked the snaps 
on the backside of her bra and she pulled that bra completely off, revealing 
those great big milky white breasts of hers. 

"How about these, Clem?" she said to the dog as the canine came close to 
her. "I'll bet you've never seen anything like this around the kennel." 

Clem went right to her and rubbed his thick furry coat against her 
stockinged legs. "Oh, yes, Clem," I heard her say to that dog. "What a 
marvelous coat you have!" She patted his long furry coat and he wagged his 
tail, beating the top of it up near her warm anxious crotch area. I could 
see the contours of her pubic region right through those scant little 
panties that she was wearing. 

"What about these stories I hear about you, Clem?" she said next as she 
crouched down to get on eye level with that collie. "Is your wang as big as 
my husband says it is?" 

"He's not going to tell you," I suggested teasingly to her. "Why don't you 
check it out for yourself?" 

She reached one of her hands beneath him as he started to nuzzle his furry 
mane against her bare boobs. Suddenly I felt a little twitch down in my 
penis. It felt like my organ was coming back to life. There was something 
exciting about these dogs. I didn't know what it was, but it was sure having 
its effect on that dormant pecker of mine. 

She reached her hand far beneath that dog and her hand suddenly came to the 
dog's penis. She rubbed her hand up and down the length of the canine's tool 
and I could see the look of intrigue and incest crossing her face. 

"He certainly is big," she said aloud. "I think he's as big as you are, 
dear," she said to me. Her hands worked up and down the canine's penis 
shaft. 

"I'm wrong," she then added to her original statement. "I think he's even 
bigger than you are ... if you don't mind my saying so." 

"I don't mind at all," he said. "After all, the dog can get hard for you. 
And I've been having my problems erecting." 

Yes, I had been having my problems erecting. But I sure wasn't having them 
right at this particular moment. The dog continued to rub his plush coat 
against my wife's silky stockinged legs. I could hear the sound of the fur , 
brushing and crackling against her legs. My wife was cooing and moaning with 
interest and delight. And as all this was going on, my penis was very 
definitely on the rise. 

"Oh, Clem," Linda said. "That tool of yours is just so massive! I have to 
try out a penis like that. Even if it is a canine penis I have to have it." 

"That's it," I thought to myself as I settled down into a chair to watch. My 
penis was getting as hard as it had been for a full week. I knew that if I 
could now just begin to stroke it a bit I'd be able to get off a nice big 
come, something I'd been long overdue for. 

"Does this interest you, Clem?" she then asked the dog. She was pointing 
toward her muff. And she was beginning to lower her panties so that the dog 
could get a good inside shot at the insides of her pussy. 

Her pussy did interest Clem. Clem stuck his long snout right up to her muff 
and he nuzzled it firmly. Down came her panties completely and she now had 
only her stockings on. 

"What a cock," she said over and over again. "Shit, what a cock this collie 
has." 

She rubbed her hands on his balls and his dick again and then with her 
stockings still on she lay out flat on the floor. "See the bare muff, Clem?" 
she then said to that dog. "How about giving it a nice little lick?" 

She pointed down to her bare exposed pussy and she spread her legs. Then she 
reached down there with her hands and spread apart the lips of her vagina. 
The collie caught the scent immediately and pushed his face to her vagina. 
Down between the pink inner lips of her female orifice, the dog continued to 
throb his hot wet tongue. He slurped it back and forth. Within a few more 
seconds her vagina was so wet that it was oozing its juice onto the carpet 
beneath her. 

She let him lick her for two or three minutes. Linda ignored me completely 
and never saw me loosening my belt and opening up my pants. My penis was so 
hard that it rose majestically out of my pants as soon as I loosened my fly 
and belt. Then I looked back up at Linda. 

Linda had further opened her legs. Now she was inviting Clem to climb up on 
top of her, something he seemed to be very happy to do. She had those long 
stockinged legs apart and Clem, his big prong hanging erect from his loins, 
was crawling up on top of her, assuming a perfect human style fucking 
position on top of my wife. 

She hunched up her legs and surrounded the collie with those long stockinged 
legs. The dog moved right on top of her, directing his penis into her vagina 
and then pushing it forward with one deep thrust. 

"Oh, Clem!" she oozed as she felt that dick slip into her. "Oh, Clem, you 
are big!" 

The dog's loins began to rise and fall upon my wife. She held him firmly 
between her legs and she methodically moved her vagina back and forth 
beneath him, luring that big dick of his in and out of her vagina. 

"He's . . . he's going to make me orgasm," she then said. And I stroked my 
own prick with my hand as I watched Clem fucking my wife. The dog was 
pistoning his loins in and out of her briskly by now, and I could even begin 
to feel the firm rumblings of a big spermy load working its way up to my own 
penis. 

"Oh, shit, yes!" my wife then began to moan. "Oh, yes, I'm coming!" 

Linda rhythmically pumped up and down as the dog's dick rose and fell upon 
her, pushing deeply into that vagina, withdrawing and then pushing deeply 
back down into it again. The dog was even making grunts of satisfaction as 
his dick pressed repeatedly down into her. 

"Oh yes," grunted Linda. "Oh, yes, yes, yes!" She continued to slam her 
pussy upwards at him. "Oh, shit, I don't believe the orgasms he's giving 
me!" 

I was stroking my dick all the harder now. Then I looked at Linda and Clem 
and saw that their bodies were pressing together in the full anticipation of 
a good sound climax. Then I heard them both moaning and grunting even more 
shrilly than they'd done yet. 

"He's coming," my wife gasped as the dog's big fat organ exploded inside 
her. "He's coming, he's coming!" 

The dog's penis spasmed and burst inside my wife while I looked on and 
continued to handle my own dick. I saw the dog's body pummel her body and 
empty his dick into her. Her stockinged legs remained tightly wrapped around 
the dog until he'd shot off his full load inside her. Then she gave his 
penis a final squeeze with her vagina so that she could draw the last drops 
of come out of him. And there I was happy with my erection and even happier 
with my plans of what I intended to do with it. . . . 

. . . "Exactly what kind of plans were they?" I asked Mr. N. as our initial 
interview session came to a conclusion. 

"Plans for fucking," he said. "I wanted to get my dick into her now that I 
had it hard." 

"I see," I said. "In other words your plan was to allow your wife to have 
sex with the dog and then have sex with you. The dog would merely be her 
initial sexual activity. Am I correct?" 

"That's it," said Mr. N. 

"What happened?" I asked. 

"Well," said Mr. N. slowly as he began to tell me about the problem that was 
solved and the problem that was subsequently created, "I moved over to my 
wife as soon as the collie had withdrawn his rod from her. She was stunned 
to see my penis up. And at first she was going to resist me." 

"Your wife?" I asked. "Your wife was thinking of denying you sex?" 

"I could understand it," said Mr. N. "She'd been given a very thorough 
workout by that dog. I mean, she wasn't exactly lying still while the dog 
was on top of her." 

"Let me hear what happened," I said. 

"She didn't resist very much," conceded Mr. N. "She merely leaned up with a 
giggle and took my big rod into her mouth. She gave me a good firm draw on 
it with her lips, sucking it up to a really nice big size." 

"Did that feel good?" I asked. 

"It always feels wonderful when she sucks me," said Mr. N. "My wife is 
tremendous with her mouth. She met a guy while she was in high school who 
taught her some excellent oral techniques. Every time Linda sucks me I get 
the advantages of those lessons she took from that guy." 

"Mr. N," I then said to the patient, "I thought you told me that there was 
some problem that arose at the end of this sexual session." 

"There was," he said. "A big problem." 

"Very good," I said. "Can we get to it?" 

"It happened right after I fucked my wife," said Mr. N. "You see, when she 
lay out on the floor for me I got right down on top of her. I mounted her 
and she wrapped her legs around me. She opened up nicely and I pushed my 
penis into her wet vagina." 

"Did you enjoy the feeling of penetration being affected?" I asked. 

"I certainly did," said Mr. N. "When you stop and think about things, 
doctor, you can easily see that the finest feeling a man can feel in his 
life is the feeling of his penis going into a wet waiting vagina." 

"What about this problem you refer to?" I asked. 

"I'm getting to it, doctor," he said. "You see, the feeling was so good in 
my penis that I really wasn't able to hold my prong hard as long as I would 
have liked to. I started to pump immediately and Linda had a wonderful 
second round of orgasms, this time with my penis instead of Clem's. Well, 
Linda and I got very excited very quickly. We both climaxed hard and were 
breathless in another few minutes." 

Mr. N. paused for a moment and then continued. I said nothing as I waited 
for him to get to the point of his story. 

"I was so breathless when I finished fucking her that I didn't withdraw 
immediately. Instead I just lay right there on top of her body and between 
my legs. Our breathing was in time with each other and we were very 
comfortable. Of course, any woman who has just been fucked twice in such a 
short time would naturally be comfortable." 

"And?" I asked. 

"And then Clem came back into the act," said Mr. N. "That was the problem." 

"I don't follow," I said to Mr. N. 

"Clem came over to where my ass was sticking in the air," explained Mr. N. 
"He stuck his nose between the cheeks of my buttocks and he began to lick." 

"Anally?" I asked my patient. 

"That's right," said the trucking executive calmly. "Anally. Just like you 
always read about but never get to experience. Have you ever been licked 
anally, doctor?" 

"My sexual history is not at issue, Mr. N.," I said. "Please stick to your 
story." 

"I didn't mean to pry into your sex life, doctor," answered Mr. N. "I merely 
wanted to know if you know what it's like to get your asshole licked. It's 
the most wonderful thing I've ever felt, except maybe having the penis in 
the vagina or having the penis licked by a talented tongue." 

"You liked the analism in other words," I said, making a note on the legal 
pad in front of me. 

"I loved it," he said. "And that was the problem." 

"Specifically what?" I asked. 

"From getting that nice licking at my back door that time," said Mr. N., 
"I've developed a real yen for having my asshole licked. I'm willing to 
clean it off and everything before having it licked, but no girls will do it 
for me." 

"Ah, I see," I said, beginning to understand his situation and beginning to 
notice a similarity between Mr. N.'s case and the case of several other men 
and women I've interviewed. 

"So because I couldn't ever get my asshole licked by my wife or my other 
girls," Mr. N. said. "I've had to get it done by canines. So that's the 
problem. I've cured my power failure and I can get hard again. But now I've 
got an anal canine habit. And let me assure you, doctor, it's a serious and 
very repetitive habit for me." 

"I'm certain that it must be," I said to him. "In other words you've been 
placed in a situation where in order to get the type of sexual gratification 
that you want, you have to go to a dog." 

"No one else will lick my ass," said Mr. N. with a wry smile. "Except maybe 
some of the truck drivers who work for me. They'd lick anyone's ass." I 
advised Mr. N. that before passing any sort of professional judgment or 
analysis on his problem, I wished to hear what technique he used in order to 
obtain the canine satisfaction that he was forced to seek. That in itself 
turned out to be quite a story. Mr. N. returned for a second visit to my 
offices in order to tell it. 

II It is a statistical fact that at some time or other in the life of any 
man, he will encounter an erection problem. Most reader will understand what 
I am referring to (as long as those readers are male) and will be able to 
think back upon the times that they themselves have been unable to erect. 
Erections fail to come many times over the sexual lifespan of all men. Yet 
they never cease to be terrifying and in many ways humiliating at the time 
when they happen. 

Often they happen on what some men refer to as "special occasions," times 
when a man has a chance to have sex with a woman who is not his normal 
partner. Failure to erect can be particularly annoying at such times. 

There can be no particular reason attributed to Mr. N.'s failure to erect. 
The way he described the matter, it can perhaps be best assessed as "just 
one of those things" that happen sooner or later to almost every man. Some 
analysis of Mr. N.'s eventual "cure" for his problem is possible, however. 

It is a fact that if a man presses too hard in his attempts to erect he will 
almost certainly fail. This is what Mr. N. did in the first days after his 
first failure. He even admitted this much himself. It was not until he was 
not thinking about his erection at all, however, and then viewed two dogs in 
the process of love-making, that he finally allowed his penis to first relax 
and then erect. 

However, since his first erection came when dogs were involved, he naturally 
associated the canines to his ultimate ability to erect. Thus he wished that 
the male dog, Clem, would involve himself in sexual activity with Mrs. N. 
Mr. N. assumed correctly that he would find this an erotic enough sight to 
cause him to erect again. He may have made this assumption correctly, but 
the fact remains that had Mr. N. viewed almost any erotic sight (a 
pornographic movie, for example) he might similarly have been inclined to 
erect. 

So the fact remains that Mr. N. had established in his mind that canines 
represented something sensual and sexual to him. And that thought was 
further entrenched in his mind when the collie, Clem, applied an oral-anal 
sexual technique to Mr. N. Some men would find such an act to be clearly 
repugnant (and I must admit that I include myself among those men). And yet 
others, such as Mr. N. enjoy such an act and desire more of it. Thus we can 
see that Mr. N. was ready to continue his running affair with dogs for two 
reasons. One, they represented sexuality to him. And two, canines provide 
the source of analism which Mr. N. found that he wanted and which he also 
found that no woman was willing to give him. 

When Mr. N. returned to my offices for his second visit, I was ready to hear 
the extent to which he had gone in order to further his new bestial 
attraction. I have heard of many such men in similar situations, but I was 
genuinely surprised (and I might as well say shocked) when this successful 
trucking executive informed me of the extremes to which he'd ventured. 

"You wanted to tell me about the activity you had with dogs, I believe, Mr. 
N.," I said to my client as he returned to my office and settled onto the 
couch. 

"That's right," he said slowly, "and before we start I just want to say one 
thing." 

"Go ahead," I said. 

"I just want you to know that I'm not ashamed," he said with a defiant ring 
to his voice. 

"Ashamed?" I asked. 

"That's what I said," he repeated. "I'm not ashamed of what I've done." 

"That's all well and good, Mr. N.," I informed him, "but I'm not sure that I 
ever did say that you should be ashamed. Did I?" 

"You didn't," he said. "But other people have." 

"Who?" I asked. 

"Just about everyone else," he said. "Whenever I tell people about the type 
of things I do with dogs they always have to give me their smart-assed 
remarks and editorials about my behavior. Well, I'm sick of it." 

"Your sexual activity, Mr. N.," I said to him, "is no one's business except 
your own. I'd suggest that people shouldn't comment on other people's sexual 
activity except when asked. And you could stop people from commenting simply 
by not telling them what you've been doing." 

"I don't tell people anymore," he said bitterly. "But before I started to 
come here to speak to someone professional about these things, that's when I 
felt the urge to tell other people what I'd been doing." 

"Obviously whatever sex acts you were involved in were having an emotional 
effect on you," I said. "You obviously felt a strong need to justify your 
acts. You sought this justification by telling other people what you'd done. 
In telling these other people, you hoped that they'd understand why you'd 
done these things. You hoped to get their sanction." 

"Is that what I was doing?" he asked. 

"Most likely," I said. "Or at least, that's why you were doing what you were 
doing. Now all I need to know is what you actually did originally." 

"You mean with the dogs?" he asked. I nodded. 

"Shall I tell you about a typical incident?" he asked. "This will give you 
an idea of what I used to do and what I used to like." 

"Used to?" I asked, quickly seizing upon his words before he could go on to 
his next sentence. 

"All right," he answered quickly. "I still do it. This incident happened 
just last week." 

The trucking executive then told me this story of canine bestiality, a story 
which showed a seriously disturbed mind in many sexual aspects. . . . 

. . . Doctor, for a long time this method that I'm about to describe has 
been my only way of getting complete sexual satisfaction. 

Oh, sometimes I'm able to just fuck my wife or fuck one of the other girls 
and have a good come that will hold me for a few days. But eventually I'll 
want to get back into the canine anal things. And this is the type of thing 
I'll have to resort to to satisfy myself. 

As I said, this specific incident took place just last week. It involved two 
dogs, a male and a female. And I guess you could say that I had sex with 
both of them. 

What I did was this. I managed to borrow two dogs for the occasion. One, the 
male, was a collie. It was Clem, in fact. Clem was the dog I told you about 
on my first visit here, doctor. I'm sure you remember Clem. Collies are 
great dogs, doctor, if you go in for bestial stuff. They're very even 
tempered animals. They never get pissed, never bite and they always seem to 
be ready for just about anything you want to do with them. 

The other dog was a Golden Retriever. She was a female named Ginger. And she 
was a pretty amiable pooch, too, doctor. I picked her out for her size, 
however. I needed a large dog which was about the size of a collie. Ginger 
fit my needs just perfectly. And as you'll see as I tell you this story, 
doctor, my needs fit into Ginger very nicely, too. 

I used the downstairs playroom of the family house for my recent frolic with 
the two dogs. I went down there with the two canines around eleven o'clock 
in the morning on a day that I took off from work. I picked a day when the 
children would be at a school and which my wife would be at her Garden Club. 

I took the dogs downstairs with me and I brought with me a little jar of 
chicken soup. 

I'd kept that soup at room temperature so I wouldn't get turned off by the 
coldness of it. And actually I wasn't even sure that I was going to need the 
soup at all. After all, Clem by now usually knows what to expect when he 
comes over to our house. And I figured that since the female would be on the 
receiving end of things she probably wouldn't be putting up much resistance. 
After all, everything was going to feel pretty good for everybody if things 
worked out the way I'd planned them. 

It all followed a pattern, doctor. And it's a pattern that I've been doing 
for a long time now. 

The first thing I did was to take off my shirt and pants. Well, as soon as 
Clem saw me taking my clothes off he knew what was going to happen. He had 
been involved in enough of these things to know when it's time for him to 
erect his dork. 

As soon as my shirt and pants were off I noticed a long pink prong appearing 
down there beneath Clem. His big tool had flashed up and was appearing 
proudly beneath him. He knew, however, that he was going to have to hold it 
for a few minutes. 

"Okay, Clem!" I said to him. "To your corner!" I pointed to a corner of the 
room and Clem went over there willingly, wagging his tail just slightly as 
he walked. Clem knew it was to his advantage to obey. But meanwhile, while 
Clem sat down in that corner and stared at me, I was able to turn my full 
attention to that Golden Retriever named Ginger. 

"Ginger," I said to the dog, "this could be something new for you. But if 
you behave yourself and be a good submissive canine, it will feel very nice 
for you." 

She wagged her tail, apparently knowing that I was her friend and was going 
to do something nice for her. She looked up at the bulge beneath the fly of 
my undershorts and then she wagged her tail briskly as she saw the pink head 
of my penis begin to poke its way through the fly of those undershorts. 
"Like that?" I asked her. "If you like it you'll be seeing a lot more of 
it." 

Clem barked from his corner when he saw my dick erecting out of my shorts. I 
looked over at him and saw that his rod was totally erect and sticking out 
from his loins, too. Perhaps his bark was just his way of saying, "me, too!" 

Ginger stepped a little closer to me and pushed her curious female nose up 
to about three inches in front of my penis. She sniffed in the air and then 
brought her hot nostrils even closer. Whether she could catch the scent of 
sperm on the move I don't know. But within a couple of seconds she had 
caught the very definite scent of chicken soup. 

I unscrewed the lid on that jar of soup and I reached my finger in to get a 
dab of that lovely liquid. I flicked up a fingerful onto my index finger and 
I splashed that little dab of soup right onto the nozzle of my penis. That 
really sent Ginger's canine nose to sniffing. She sniffed until her nose was 
just fractions of an inch away from the tip of my dick. I could feel the hot 
breath from her nostrils right on the end of my moistly tipped penis. 

"It's okay," I said to her. "You just take a nice little lick. If you like 
my soup, you'll just go ape over my sperm!" I chortled a little as I spoke 
to that very feminine Golden Retriever. And then she lapped the tip of my 
chicken-souped penis with the tip of that lovely long wet pink tongue of 
hers. And my chortles quickly turned into moans of delight. 

Her tongue lapped quickly up and back across the sensitive underside of my 
penis. It even licked that delicate little spot just below the head, the 
spot where the crown meets the big blue vein on the underside. She lapped it 
very gently and sweetly with her tongue for several seconds. Then when she 
had all the chicken soup off that prick, she stopped. 

Naturally, as soon as I had been cleaned off down there I replaced the 
chicken soup supply by putting another generous dab of it across the head of 
my penis. I helped spread it around and I allowed it a few seconds to spread 
down under the head again. I still had my undershorts on. The dog was 
licking my dick as it stuck out the front fly. 

"Come on girl," I then said to her as she pushed her mouth right back up to 
my dick and started to lick the chicken soup off it again. "Same thing all 
over again. Same delicious chicken soup. Same wonderful penis!" 

Either she understood me or she didn't care about what I said. In any case, 
doctor, she licked my wang again until she'd quickly cleaned the soup off it 
again. For being such a good girl I tossed her an actual chunk of chicken as 
I coated my penis with soup for the third time. 

We repeated the procedure a third time. Then a fourth and then a fifth. Then 
I slid my undershorts off. Then I coated my penis and my balls with the 
soup. And that wonderful Golden Retriever quickly applied her tongue to the 
latest challenge and mopped my balls completely clean of the soup. 

I guess I don't have to tell you how much this was turning me on, doctor. 
Okay, a lot of people claim that I was doing something deviate and perverse, 
something which I should be locked up for doing. Well, as I said, I'm not 
ashamed of what I've done. I did it to help get my sexual satisfaction. And 
damn it, anyone else who has ever had his prick licked by the tongue of a 
dog would have to admit that it feels good. It's the type of thing that no 
man could dislike as long as he didn't object to the concept of having a 
canine sexual partner. 

I'll tell you what else we did, doctor. After that female canine had licked 
me enough to bring me up to a majestic hard-on, I got right down on my knees 
behind her and held my prick to her rear entrance. 

The dog put up a little struggle, as if she knew what I was going to do and 
didn't want it done to her. But I knew better. I knew how this dog felt 
about sex. 

"Don't give me this innocent virgin shit like all the human females do," I 
said to Ginger. "I saw you getting fucked by a Labrador Retriever just the 
other day. And I've got a hunch that Clem has had you a few times, too." 

Clem wagged his tail again when he heard his name mentioned. Ginger looked 
back around her shoulder at me as I held her by her haunches and pressed the 
tip of my rod to that nice big slot just below her tail. She gave another 
wriggle to indicate her resistance to what I was trying to do. But I forged 
ahead and slid my dork forward. 

"How's that feel, girl?" I asked her as I felt my penis start to probe its 
big head between those two big canine lips. "That should be starting to feel 
pretty good back there!" 

It must have been. She stopped struggling, maintained a firm four point 
position with her feet and started to rotate her hind quarters. Within a few 
more seconds I had managed to slide my whole erect organ into her. 

I held her firmly with my hands and I felt her fur with my fingers and 
palms. I could then feel the sperm brewing down in my balls and getting 
ready to spurt. I stroked my organ back and forth inside that dog's vagina 
for several long exciting minutes. And I tried my best to hold my come for 
as long as I possibly could. I wanted to build up the best possible come 
that I'd be physically capable of getting off. 

"That's the girl, Ginger," I whined to that dog. I became breathless and 
started to pant in the anticipation of my big hot ejaculation. "Slam that 
slot back on me!" 

From the corner of my eye I saw Clem. Clem was standing in that corner where 
I'd sent him. But he was standing excitedly and watched me fucking Ginger. 
Sure, Clem was no dumb dog. Clem knew that I was just about to attain 
orgasm. And as soon as I came Clem would be able to have a free hand-or 
perhaps I should say a free cock-at Ginger. 

I continued to pound away with my prick and I knew I wouldn't be able to 
hold my orgasm much longer. So I firmly pressed my dick into her slot. I 
throbbed it back and forth and then felt that big torrential rush of sperm 
out of my penis. 

"Oh, shit," I whined. "That's it! I'm coming! I'm coming!" I felt my organ 
pulsate and pound. I felt it lurch and twist. And then I felt it spasm its 
ways to a solid dozen good hard rushing comes. Each spurt shot completely 
through me and satisfied me deeply. By the time my penis had orgasmed its 
way to its conclusion, I was half way on my long road to complete canine 
satisfaction. . . . 

... As Mr. N. paused in his account of this bestial event I had to look up 
at him in surprise. I then interrupted him not only to bring his interview 
to a conclusion, but also to question him on something where he had just 
appeared to say. 

"Mr. N.," I said to him. "Did I hear you say, 'half way'?" 

"That's what I said, doctor," he replied. 

"What exactly do you mean?" I asked. 

"That's kind of a half-assed question, doctor," he snapped back at me. "What 
does 'half normally mean?" 

"In other words there was more to this sex act," I surmised. 

"There sure was," said Mr. N. "Look. I told you that I had anal fixations. 
Well, I wasn't just telling you that so that you'd have something cute to 
write down on your reports that go to the publisher or the state board of 
mental health. I had an anal fixation which had to be satisfied. So I taught 
the dogs how to do it for me." 

"Even after your orgasm you still wanted to have more sexual contact?" I 
said. 

"Why not?" he asked. "Women often like to be eaten out after they fuck. Just 
because I'm a man, why should I not be able to have my post-orgasmic fun?" 

"What exactly did you do?" I asked Mr. N. 

"I had my asshole licked," said Mr. N. "I withdrew my penis from the Golden 
Retriever and then I panted for my breath. As I lay out on my back the 
Golden Retriever-out of instinct, I guess-turned around and sniffed at the 
prick that had just been inside her. I guess she liked the smell of it. Of 
course, why wouldn't she like the smell? It was just my sperm combined with 
the scent of her pussy." 

"What about the analism?" I asked. 

"That was provided by Clem," said Mr. N. 

"How?" 

"Clem came over to me after I was through fucking. I curled up into a 
comfortable position, doctor, and I held my ass in the air. I looked back 
over my shoulder and I motioned to Clem that the time had come. He knew just 
what to do. He started to lick my anus." 

"I suspected that was what you had those dogs do," I said. "Did you enjoy 
it?" 

"I love having my asshole licked," snapped the defensive Mr. N. "So of 
course I enjoyed it when the dog licked my ass. If you don't mind my saying 
so, doctor, I think you're asking some genuinely stupid questions today." 

"You're welcome to your opinion, Mr. N.," I countered. "But that could in no 
way be construed as a stupid question." 

"Would I do something if I didn't like the feel of it?" he asked cynically. 

"That's what I was attempting to discover, Mr. N.," I said. "Some people do 
do things that they don't like the feel of. Masochists, for example." 

"Are you accusing me of that?" he asked, angered enough to turn from his 
spot on the couch and stare at me. 

"I'm not doing any accusing, Mr. N.," I said. "I'm merely trying to discover 
the basis of your deviancy." 

"Deviancy?" he asked. "Isn't that a rather strong word?" 

"Not in light of what you seem to like," Mr. N.," I said to him. "And 
further, I have a rather strong hunch that this analism didn't stop with 
just a minor amount of licking. Am I right? Was there anything further than 
oral contact back there?" 

Mr. N.'s cheeks were suddenly a flaming crimson. I knew I'd hit upon 
something with my last suggestion. 

"Come now, Mr. N.," I then said to him. "I think we can be candid about 
this." Mr. N. paused and seemed to collect his thoughts. I could tell that 
he was undergoing an emotional crisis over whether or not to reveal what had 
happened after Clem had had oral contact with Mr. N.'s rectum. 

"Tell me frankly, Mr. N.," I said. "Did Clem have intercourse with you?" 

There was a long pause. Then Mr. N. replied in a shaking voice. "Okay," he 
said. "Clem buggered me. Right up my ass with his prick." 

"How soon did you know what he was doing?" 

"Right away," he said. 

"Did you try to stop the collie?" I asked. 

Mr. N. shrugged with humiliation. "No," he said quietly. "I liked the feel. 
His tool felt good back there. It . . . well it turned me on." 

"And was this standard procedure?" I asked. "This sex act with a male dog." 

"This was the first time it ever happened," Mr. N. said. "It's what made me 
decide to come here for advice." 

"I see," I said. "And would you like to perform an act like this again, Mr. 
N. Does anal sex with male dogs appeal to you as possibly a future source of 
sexual gratification?" 

"It certainly does," he said. "I know I'm going to do it again sooner or 
later. The funny thing was that Clem normally gets to fuck the female dog 
and I watch as soon as I've finished with the female dog. I guess maybe 
Clem's a little strange, too. After all, this was his idea, not mine." 

"No matter whose idea it was, Mr. N.," I then said to my client as I 
concluded the interview session with him, "it's obvious that your sexual 
behavior reveals substantial anal deviations. These are mannerisms which are 
going to have to be watched carefully and treated even more carefully." 

"I was afraid you'd say something like that," said Mr. N. with a sigh. 
"Where do we begin?" 

I would very much have liked to have had a pat answer of just where to begin 
in a treatment of Mr. N.'s evident sexual disorders. Unfortunately, Mr. N. 
was suffering from complex problems. Complex problems often require complex 
solutions. 

Upon further questioning and examination, Mr. N. revealed that he had had 
anal fantasies since his teen years. I hasten to add that I am not in any 
way suggesting that Mr. N. was a homosexual or that he had homosexual 
fantasies. What I am saying is that he had normal heterosexual anal desires 
and these desires were completely unrequited until he began to have sex with 
dogs. 

It would thus be a mistake to assert that this deviant behavior, this 
analism, was evoked in Mr. N. through his contact with canines. On the 
contrary, this anal tendency was always a dormant tendency within Mr. N. 
Analism was something that he had "always wanted to do." How do we know this 
for certain? Mr. N. himself confessed that he particularly enjoyed the 
original anal contact he had had with Clem because the collie was doing 
something which Mr. N. had never been able to get a woman to do. Obviously, 
Mr. N. had expressed his anal desires to women, but they had declined 
helping him fulfill them. 

Obviously, Mr. N. reached the age of forty without ever being sexually 
fulfilled in his anal needs. Some psychosexual researchers would maintain 
that analism is a perversion and is not an essential ingredient in any 
healthy person's sex life. These researchers may be correct, but whether or 
not it is "healthy" or "normal" is not the point in Mr. N.'s case. What is 
the point is that Mr. N., pervert or not, was sexually unfulfilled. For that 
reason, when Mr. N. was finally fulfilled by canine sex, he found it an 
extremely difficult pattern of behavior to end. And for that matter, Mr. N. 
never genuinely convinced me- that he was serious about ending this 
canine-anal affair. 

Instead, I hasten to add, I suggest that Mr. N. was both ashamed of and 
guilty for the sexual acts that he had been committing. It was to assuage 
his feelings of guilt that he came to my offices for counseling. He could 
thus feel that he had "attempted" to deal with his problem, but then he 
could continue to have anal sex with dogs without experiencing such pangs of 
guilt. 

As a result, I referred Mr. N. to an accredited psychiatrist who was a 
specialist in anal matters. Mr. N. was pressed severely about his actual 
willpower to conquer his canine-anal compulsions. After the fourth visit to 
this psychiatrist, Mr. N. returned to his wife, his trucking firm, his four 
mistresses, and presumably his canine-anal patterns of behavior. If Mr. N. 
did not actually want to be helped, as I am convinced he didn't, it would be 
impossible for anyone to force help upon him. 

 * * * 

CASE HISTORY THREE 

Mrs. Marilyn D., thirty years old, of St. Louis, Missouri, had far exceeded 
what we in the psycho-sexual professions refer to as "the danger zone" in 
canine bestial matters. Mrs. D. herself knew that she was going too far with 
animals. That's what she had in mind when she presented herself to my clinic 
and requested help in overcoming her canine compulsion. 

When Mrs. D. came to my office in early 1973 I noted that she was wearing an 
expensive printed dress which obviously marked her as a woman with at least 
a moderate amount of wealth behind her. I was not mistaken. 

In discussing her problem with her I discovered that she was very much a 
member of the local country club set. While she didn't note on the fact that 
she was from one of the better families in the area, it was obvious that 
through birth and through marriage Mrs. D. had always been a woman with many 
of life's advantages. 

One of the advantages that she liked most, however, was her access to 
canines. From early girlhood she had been surrounded by dogs. Then at one 
point in her marriage she began to be surrounded by dogs in an entirely 
different manner. This new manner, of course, was sexually. 

"I'll put the cards right on the table for you, doctor," said Mrs. D. as she 
readied herself to begin the first interview at my clinic. "I know I overdo 
things with dogs. You don't have to listen to my story and tell me that. I 
can tell you that already." 

"What exactly do you mean by overdo?" I asked her. 

"I fuck dogs in vast numbers," she said. "I like canine orgies. I can take 
on a whole pack of dogs at one time and then the next day I might feel like 
taking on a few more." 

"I see," I said. "Can you trace the basis of this desire." 

"I'm not sure," she said. "It's one of the things I wanted to discuss." She 
paused and then added. "I know that my husband's behavior enters into this. 
I'm not trying to push any blame away from myself," she said. "But I think 
you'll agree that he had a lot to do with this." 

"Has your husband ever had sex with dogs?" I asked Mrs. D. as she crossed 
her shapely long legs and rearranged her position on my interviewing couch. 

"Not that I know of," she said. "I've never seen him have sex with a dog or 
an animal of any sort. But on the other hand I've never asked him about any 
bestial behavior that he might have been involved in. So in order to get an 
accurate answer to your question, you'd have to ask him. If he'd give you an 
honest answer." 

"Do you think he would give an honest answer?" I asked. "Particularly if the 
answer should be yes." 

"He might tell you," she said. 

"Mrs. D.," I then said, "you claim that his behavior has a connection with 
your present canine compulsion. Is that because your husband might have 
introduced you to this type of bestial sexuality." 

"Oh, no, doctor," replied Mrs. D. "Not at all. I didn't mean to imply 
anything like that." 

"I see," I said. "You might tell me this, then. Does your husband know about 
your canine compulsion, your desire to take on a swarm of dogs at one time." 

"As far as I know," Mrs. D. said carefully, "he doesn't know anything about 
it. And as far as I also know, he suspects nothing at all." 

"How could he be so in the dark about your behavior if you have the desire 
to take on so many canines?" I asked. 

"That's easy," said Mrs. D. "I'm very careful about how and when I get my 
canine kicks. You must know that some women go out and fuck behind their 
husbands' backs just as soon as they think they can get away with it. 
They'll take on lovers in the morning or lovers in the afternoon. They'll 
cut things close and they'll be as daring as possible. You know what I'm 
referring to. You know how some women are shoving their lovers out the back 
door while their husbands are returning home through the front." 

I nodded to indicate to Mrs. D. that I followed what she was talking about. 
I asked her to continue. 

"Well, I'm different," she said. "I'm calculating rather than daring. I 
usually plan my orgies for when my husband is clear out of the state on 
business." 

"And you'd call them orgies, too?" I asked. 

"There's usually six dogs or more involved," she said. "You can call that 
whatever you like, but I call it an orgy. A canine orgy to be more precise." 

"Your husband must travel a lot," I noted. "If you desire so many dogs so 
often, he must make a lot of neatly convenient business trips on which 
you're left behind." 

"You're jumping to conclusions, doctor," she said to me. 

"In what way?" I asked., "You used the word 'often'," Mrs. D. said. "I never 
said that these orgies happen often. That's the whole odd thing about what I 
do with canines." 

"Obviously I've misunderstood something," I said. "Please correct me 
wherever I was wrong." 

"My canine urges aren't always with me," she said. "You see, usually I'm 
fairly normal. Usually I might not even be thinking about dogs or anything 
else sexual. But then, every once in a while, I get this crazy urge which 
tells me I have to have a lot of dogs fast. I have to have them licking my 
pussy, pawing at my bare tits, nuzzling my anus, touching me with their 
penises, gang-fucking me one after another as I-!" 

"Mrs. D., please!" I said quickly, attempting to settle the patient. She had 
suddenly become extremely involved in what she was talking about, almost as 
if the subject matter itself was enough to prime her canine desires. 

"Sorry," she said. "But I guess you see what I mean. Without any warning I 
can get very carried away by this whole doggie thing. That's why I want you 
to help me." 

"I'll be glad to," I insisted to Mrs. D. as the woman nervously twisted her 
wedding ring on her hand. "But I'm still mystified at how your husband's 
behavior enters into this whole matter." 

"I could tell you about it," she said. 

"Please do," I answered. And Mrs. D. then told me about this surprising bit 
of marital behavior. ... ... I have to tell you a little about my past 
sexual history, doctor, before I can tell you about my husband's behavior. 
It all leads to animals very quickly, so you'll see why this bit of past 
history ties in with his behavior. 

You see, back when I was in high school I used to get around quite a bit. 
What do I mean when I say that I got around. What I mean was that I got 
around the bedrooms and the back seats of the cars of most of the boys in my 
class. 

It all made a lot of sense from the way I looked at it. You see, all of the 
girls in my class at high school were always discussing who was the best 
fuck, one boy or another. If they weren't discussing that they were 
discussing who the best screw in the whole class was. Or who had the longest 
penis on the basketball team. Or the shortest penis on the track team. Or 
the biggest nuts on the wresting team. It was just one dumb-assed teenage 
question after another. And if I'd ever been able to learn anything from it, 
it would have been one thing. But everything that was discussed was pure 
hearsay. Pure rumor. Essentially it was a fistful of bullshit. 

However, I was intrigued a bit. I actually did wonder what boy had the 
biggest dick in the school. Or what boy on the football team had the widest 
dick upon erection. 

For a while I discovered a way to spy on the boys when they took their 
showers after sports. This was fun and it gave me the chance to see a lot of 
dicks. It also made it easy to see who had foreskin and who didn't and who 
had a well hung limp penis and" who had a short little limp one. 

My spying, however, didn't always steer me in the right direction. Some of 
the boys with long limp rods had penises which didn't really expand much 
when they were erected. These guys were bitter disappointments when I got 
them to take me out on a date. If I could get them to go out on a date with 
me I could assure them of getting fucked. So it wasn't much trouble to get 
them to ask me out. 

But as I discovered that some guys with long limp pricks were not good 
fucks, I also discovered that some guys who had short penises when limp 
could also erect up to incredible proportions. So it quickly became obvious 
to me that I was going to have to fuck just about every guy in the school in 
order to find out who had the best peter. 

Some girls would have considered this an impossible task. Other girls just 
wouldn't have wanted to fuck every guy around. I disagreed on both counts. 
Not only did I not think it would be unpleasant to fuck every guy in the 
school, I also thought it would be very possible. It was all a matter of 
logistics. It was a simple matter of having to fuck more than one guy at a 
time. In other words, if I was going to spend a couple of hours in bed on a 
Friday or Saturday night, I wanted to do it with ten guys instead of one. 
That way I'd easily be able to work my way through the entire male 
population of the high school. 

So, doctor, I started to be the happy victim of a series of gang-bangs 
during my last two years at high school. When some of the other girls found 
out about it they started to call me a slut and other such ridiculous names. 
Actually, they were just jealous because I had the nerve to be fucking too 
many people at one time. And they were also angry because they knew that 
sooner or later I'd be scoring with their boyfriends. 

I guess I don't have to tell you about the gang-fucks that I was involved 
in. You'd probably rather hear about the dogs that I ended up gang-fucking 
long after I got married. But I mention these gang-fucks because it had 
something to do with my husband's behavior. 

You see, I worked my way through the male population of the school and I got 
very used to getting my sex from having more than one man at a time. So when 
I finally decided to get married I had to tone things down a bit. I stopped 
fucking twelve men at one time. I cut it down to maybe seven or eight. 

Then a few weeks later I cut it to three or four. And finally just a month 
or so before marrying my husband I had it down to just two men at a time. 
Pretty good for a girl who once handled an entire fraternity party of 
eighteen all by herself on a Sunday afternoon. 

I should note that my husband was never involved in any of these gang-bangs. 
He often asked me how many men I'd had sex with before we were married. I 
always answered just by saying "a few." And he never followed up the 
question after that response. 

Well, I must have fucked over two hundred men. And when a girl has fucked 
that many men, sooner or later they come back to haunt her. What happened 
was that my husband was in a bar during a business trip and he started 
talking about sex to the bartender. It turned out that the bartender was one 
of the guys I'd fucked in high school. I don't even know what the guy's name 
was. All I know is that he pulled out a picture from his wallet. The picture 
was one that was taken at a party where I fucked nine guys. All ten of us 
were sitting around naked. There I was in the middle of that group of guys. 
The bartender pointed out his own presence in the picture. But all my 
husband could see was me and my bare bush and tits. He came charging home 
from that trip and accused me of being some sort of slut before he knew me. 

I denied being a slut, of course. "I participated in a few gang orgies," I 
confessed. "And I must have fucked hundreds of men if you really want the 
truth of the matter. But I don't know how you can accuse me of being a slut 
just for having a little fun as an innocent high school girl." 

"Innocent?" he roared. "Sitting around bare-assed with all those guys and 
you try to tell me you were an innocent girl?" 

"That's right," I said to him, "I probably never fucked any of the guys in 
that picture more than once. And that's the gospel truth!" 

I don't know why, doctor, but for some reason my husband wasn't pleased with 
that explanation. He kept muttering things about me being unfaithful and 
slutty. And I obviously didn't understand his way of thinking because I 
honestly didn't think he had anything to get upset about. 

Well, doctor, I promised you a dog story about how my husband's behavior led 
me to commit bestial acts with canines. I'm not going to disappoint you. 
Here's the part about the canines. 

For about a week after my husband found out about some of the experiences 
I'd had before meeting him he stayed away from me in the bedroom. It was as 
if he was trying to withdraw his affection or play hard to get. He just 
wouldn't come near me. He told me that he wasn't interested in fucking. He 
said further that when he again became interested in fucking he would let me 
know. And he would then expect me to put out as much for him as I'd put out 
for all those other guys I'd balled with before he knew me. 

"I'll be glad to," I said to him. "But it's going to take me a long time to 
lay all of that fucking on you." 

He looked at me without a smile and said that he didn't appreciate my sense 
of humor. When I told him that I had meant what I said he got even more 
pissed. I learned my lesson to always shut up about things like that. My 
husband stayed away from me for another full ten days after I said that. 

Then finally on the eleventh day he finally made a move for my pussy. But 
this odd behavior of his had already taken its toll on me, doctor. You see, 
during these eighteen days during which I didn't get any dick from my 
husband, I started to have sexual fantasies. And the fantasies began to 
include dogs. 

You see, after about nine days of being ignored I tried to figure out what 
my husband was so pissed about. I was trying to think back on what I'd done. 
I figured that he had to have had something against me for all that fucking 
I'd been doing as an innocent little teeny-bopper. "Sure enough," I finally 
said to myself as I became convinced that I'd hit upon the problem. "He's 
got something against me for all that nice fucking I did." 

Well, I thought back on all that nice fucking I'd done in high school and I 
tried to decide if I was sorry that I'd done it. No, I finally concluded, I 
wasn't sorry. I never would have had all those wonderful orgasms in high 
school if I hadn't been doing all those gang-bangs. 

I started to think about those gang-fucks that I'd participated in, doctor, 
and I got to thinking what really good times they were. A woman really is 
lucky when she's got nine or ten penises all coming at her a few minutes or 
a few seconds apart. Before I knew it, doctor, my pussy was beginning to get 
nostalgic, too. I was beginning to crave the good old days of the constant 
gang-bangs. I guess when a woman grows up getting her sex from a pack of 
males at once she never really escapes the thrill of group sex. I know I 
probably never will. So I began to yearn again for the gang-bang, for 
getting it from the pack. Yet I didn't even know a good group of men whom I 
would have liked to assemble and ball. 

I thought about group sex for several more days and I got hornier and 
hornier as I thought about it. And then one day I looked out the front 
window of our house. And frankly, doctor, I couldn't believe what I was 
seeing. What I saw gave me the group canine idea. I probably ably never 
would have thought of it by myself. 

"Shit on a stick!" I gasped to myself as I looked out that front window and 
saw a pack of about five male dogs surrounding a hot female bitch in heat. 
"Just look what a lucky bitch that Rosy is!" 

Rosy was a female husky, doctor. She lived down the street with the Stetson 
family. And Rosy was really getting it put to her when I looked out there 
and saw her. There was a male German shepherd, a male Doberman, two male 
huskies and a male Great Dane. They were gang-fucking her, doctor. Those 
five male dogs were gathered around her and were taking turns pumping their 
big phallic sticks in and out of Rosy's poor captive slot. 

"Shit!" I thought to myself again as I watched the German shepherd's rapid 
pistoning action start to satisfy that hot little bitch. "I know just how 
that feels," I thought as I saw those five males around her. "How I envy her 
those five lovers!" 

Doctor, I watched the whole thing. I watched that pack of five males take 
turns servicing Rosy's hot little canine backside. Rosy was a doggie who 
obviously could take a lot in the way of fucking. When the fifth dog was 
finished with her, she started to moan in disappointment. She wanted more. 

"My whole cunt is tingling thanks to those dogs," I thought to myself as I 
watched them complete their act. I had to reach right into my panties and 
caress my own wet slot. I had become so turned on that I was ready to go 
jump onto a baseball bat. Either that, or go out and find myself a half 
dozen good penises to use in one good solid fuck session. 

Well, doctor, when my husband finally took me sexually after that long lapse 
it was terribly disappointing. I was starved for sex. I was so starved that 
I don't think that any one man could have been able to hold me at that 
point. I'd spent most of the days leading up to that fuck in a lovely bit of 
daydreaming about how good the gang-fuck could be. And so when my husband 
finally penetrated my pussy lips and shoved his stick through into my 
vagina, well, let's just say. that I was just beginning to get into the 
swing of things when his organ spasmed, contracted a little and then shot 
off a few spurts of lukewarm come. Pretty disappointing, doctor. There I was 
nude in bed with a pussy that had probably never been hotter. And what was 
my husband doing? He was putting his pants back on, gently lifting his slick 
wet dick back into his underpants where they'd later be encrusted by all 
that wet come on his penis. 

Well, doctor, by my way of thinking I had absolutely no choice. I could have 
run out and grabbed a bunch of men at random and brought them back to the 
house to fuck me. But I didn't like that idea. Men talk. They spread rumors. 
And the last thing I needed was a rumor going around to the effect that I 
was still gang-fucking now that I was married. 

"Obviously," I thought to myself as I woke up one morning and discovered 
that my pussy had been wet from desire from the night's dreaming, "there's 
only one real choice: canines." 

Okay, doctor, I've spent a long time in getting to the meat of my story, but 
I've wanted you to understand why I did what I did. I'm not a slut and I 
don't cheat on my husband just for the thrill of it. But I have canine 
orgies when I feel like it for the simple reason that my pussy requires a 
vigorous gang workout now and then. Here's how I managed the first of these 
canine gang-fucks. 

It took me almost a full day to organize my first doggie gang-fuck. But it 
sure was worth it. The first thing I did was call on Mrs. Clemens down the 
street. I knew she'd be going to the stores over in a neighboring city. And 
I knew she was always nervous about Roddy, her pet husky-and one of the 
huskies involved in that gang-fuck of the female husky -being stolen or dog 
napped while she was away shopping. Mrs. Clemens was thus very pleased when 
I offered to doggie sit for that day. In other words, I'd take Roddy over to 
my place and "make sure nothing happened" to him. Sure, something was going 
to happen to her precious husky, but it wasn't anything that she'd ever have 
to know about. 

My next step was to round up a male Great Dane who lived in the 
neighborhood. His name was Ernie. His family worked during the day so he 
wasn't hard to get into the car. Then I assembled an Irish Setter named 
Tweedy, a fox terrier named Renard, and a very sexy mongrel named Preston. 
Preston was a cross between an Afghan and a Doberman. He was mean and big 
and strong, and he sure was a sexy big mongrel. Preston himself was a 
product of a little neighborhood fucking between local dogs. 

Well, doctor, did you ever know that dogs like milk? Sure, they do! Everyone 
knows cats like milk, but no one seems to realize that dogs really crave it, 
too. They crave it particularly when it's smeared all over a woman's body. 
You know dogs, doctor. Dogs not only will eat anything but they'll also fuck 
just about anything. 

I assembled all five of my borrowed canines right in the living room of my 
house. I pulled down the shades and I closed the doors. No one lived close 
enough to see in the doors or win-loWs, but I couldn't take the risk that 
someone could drop in unexpectedly. 

"Okay, you canines," I said as I took a. whole quart of milk from the 
kitchen. "You dogs might not be aware of it yet, but you're all in for the 
treat of your lives this afternoon. All five of you are going to get some 
human bush." 

They looked at me blankly. I knew I held their attention, but they didn't 
seem to know what was going on. "Don't you know what bush is?" I asked them 
as I looked at the five blank canine stares I was getting. 

"All right," I said to them. "If you don't all know what it is I'll be very 
happy to show you." 

I immediately moved my hands to my remaining undergarments. Off came the 
bra. I showed my two huge buns to those five canines and they looked on 
approvingly. Then I lowered my hands to a point just below the boobs. 

I held each boob in a palm and I offered them up to the canines. The dogs 
seemed to understand what I was trying to tell them. They were wagging their 
tails with more interest now. 

"I told you that I was going to show you some bush boys," I then said to the 
dogs. "Well, here it comes." 

I moved my hands to my panties and I protruded my nipples upright and made 
them rise into big hard points. Then with my hands I grabbed the waistband 
of my panties. I started to pull them straight down. Within a few more 
seconds I had completely bared my muff to those dogs. 

Doctor, you should have seen those tails wag when my pussy was completely 
uncovered. And frankly, I was getting ready to wag my own tail. As I looked 
down beneath those dogs I was beginning to see some sound reactions from 
them. 

The husky was first to erect. The mongrel was second. Then the other three 
seemed to rise almost in a perfect unison. Doctor, my pussy was almost 
flooded by the sight of five penises at one time. I didn't care at all that 
they were canine penises. 

"Come on, boys," I finally said to them as I kicked off my panties and got 
down onto the living room floor. "None of you are leaving until this girl 
gets satisfied. If everyone understands that then I think we can begin." 

Doctor, I had always heard that Great Danes were among the smartest of the 
canine breeds. Well, I think it's true. It was the Great Dane named Ernie 
who was the first to figure out that I wanted to fuck. But I also think that 
Great Danes might be among the most virile of dogs, too. Not only did he 
figure out that I wanted to fuck, but he gave me a hell of a good fuck. 

The other four dogs stayed behind while Ernie came toward me and pushed his 
big box-shaped head toward my bare muff. 

"That's the boy, Ernie," I cooed to that dog as he sniffed down in my pubic 
regions. "Let me feel a tongue down there while you're at it." 

Ernie flashed me a great big piece of oral meat, doctor. It was a long thick 
tongue that hung from his mouth nicely as he panted. He gave me a nice long 
slurp with it, right up and down the pussy lips. And cotco, I was thrilled! 

I had never done it with dogs before so it was simply thrilling to learn 
that a dog's tongue can be so pleasing down there. I continued to lie nude 
on the floor while the dog licked me. The other four dogs gathered around 
and admired my bare body as I lay there. I reached down to my bare muff as 
Ernie continued to lick me. And I pulled apart my pussy lips to let Ernie 
flick that great Great Dane tongue right into my overheated slot. 

I'll bet you think I kept my hands there for a long time, doctor. Not at 
all. You see, Ernie was able to keep my lips apart merely by working his 
tongue continually back and forth between those wet pussy lips of mine. And 
as he was at work down there, two of the other dogs were put to work 
elsewhere. 

I reached for that quart of milk and I began to smear it onto my body. I 
smeared it first onto my nipples where I immediately put to work two other 
canines. 

Renard, the fox terrier, and Tweedy, the Irish Setter, were flanking me. One 
on one side and the other on the other. As I wriggled and enjoyed the way 
the Great Dane was licking my pussy, those two dogs began to lap the milky 
wetness off my creamy white tits. They loved it, doctor! And naturally I 
did, too. Those two dogs brought my nipples up to rigorous rock hard peaks 
with just a couple of slurps of their long loving tongues. 

As the fox terrier and the Irish Setter continued to slurp their long 
tongues across my nipples and as Ernie the Great Dane continued to torment 
my pussy with his tongue, I poured the whole rest of the quart of milk out 
over my body. I wanted to get the other two dogs into the act and into the 
pussy. 

Roddy, the husky, slurped me furiously as the milk poured down toward my 
pussy hair. And Preston, the mongrel, was merrily licking my navel to get 
all the milk that had flowed in there. Doctor, I have five of those terrific 
canines going at once, all licking me furiously with those lovely long 
canine tongues. 

It was Ernie, the Great Dane, who was first into my cunt, doctor. As I 
opened my legs I saw his big prong come up to a point where it even had a 
small drop of come glistening right on the tip of the nozzle. I nearly 
orgasmed at the mere sight of that lovely fluid. 

"Oh, shit, Ernie," I moaned to that canine. "I want that come right inside 
me!" 

I did want it inside me. And that's where I got it. Using a technique that 
I'd read about in a book that's actually on the best seller list, I used the 
big toe of my left foot to massage up and down the penis of that big dog. 
Then I opened up my legs, moved underneath him with one quick wriggle, and 
made him straddle me with that dick. 

"Come on, doggie," I cooed to him as I sensed my first good gang-fuck since 
about a month before I was married. "Plunge that meat right on in!" He did! 
He shoved that long pink dick of his into me. I gasped and moaned and 
wrapped my legs around his furry body. The other dogs continued to lick my 
body as I was getting fucked. And as I hunched up my ass to take the Great 
Dane's prick into me deeply as possible, one of the dogs-I think it was the 
Irish Setter-managed to poke his nose into my hunched up ass and began to 
lick my anus. Oh, shit! Was that a thrill to get my anus licked at the same 
time that my pussy was being fucked and my tits and sides were being licked 
by three other dogs. Doctor, what a climax I had on that Great Dane's wang. 
I could feel my pussy pulsating, spasming, vibrating and orgasming all over 
his long hard stick as he throbbed it in and out of me and humped forward 
and back with his furry pistoning loins. . . . 

. . . "It sounds as though you vastly enjoyed the lovemaking session you had 
with this Great Dane," I said to Mrs. D. as I interrupted her long account 
of her initial canine orgy. 

"Sure, I did," she said. "It was fantastic. Orgasmed by a vigorous beast. 
Haven't you ever interviewed women who say that they want their men to 
behave like animals? Well, I went one up on those women. I actually had real 
animals. And doctor, don't let anyone ever fool you. Bestiality is dynamite. 
I don't know how any normal healthy woman would fail to like it." 

"Let's stick to specifics instead of opinions," I said to Mrs. D. Many women 
who have sex with animals have to become editorialists and apostles in favor 
of bestial sex. I try to keep my interviews as free from subjective opinions 
as possible. "If we can stick to specifics," I said, "I'd like to hear about 
the other four dogs. Did you have sex with them, too?" 

"It was an orgy, wasn't it?" she asked with a slight taunting tone to her 
voice. "Of course we had sex." 

"Intercourse?" I asked. "With all five dogs?" 

"That's right," she said. "After the Great Dane spasmed his hot spermy load 
into me, I pulled the Irish Setter onto me and quickly captured his long 
hard one between my pussy lips. I vibrated my pussy lips so well on his rod 
that he came in about ninety hot orgasming seconds." 

"What about the other three?" I asked. 

"No trouble with them, either," replied Mrs. D. "I took the husky third and 
I had the mongrel fourth. That set up the fox terrier for the grand finale. 
And what a hot orgasming grand finale it was!" "Describe it," I asked. 

"There I was," she said, "flat on my back after having had four canines 
shoot their hot spermy loads into me. And I felt like I had just one good 
orgasm left in my pussy as long as I could just get something thick and fat 
in there to start stroking. Well, I looked up to see which canine was left 
and I saw that black and white fox terrier, his wang was as hard and big as 
a railroad spike. So I wiped my pussy clean with my hand, opened my legs 
again, and let him throb forward and penetrate me with that huge tool of 
his. Oh, doctor, I just cannot describe how good it was. After I'd already 
had four dogs inside me, I just was turned on enough for a fifth one. It was 
like the orgasms I used to get with the final few guys involved in my 
gang-fucks during high school. I had one of those colossal orgasms that keep 
building and building and then all of a sudden explode when you least think 
you're going to be able to have it. And since that fox terrier had had to 
wait until last, doctor, his wang was enormously thick and fat. Just what a 
girl wants at that point of her gang-fucking." 

"Thank you, Mrs. D." I then said to the patient, "I have just one final 
question until your next visit." 

"Fire away," said Mrs. D. 

"It sounds as if you had an intensely satisfying sexual experience with 
these five canines," I said. Mrs. D. nodded in agreement as I spoke. "But 
I'd like to know what was making it so satisfying. Was it the fact that it 
was a group of males? Or was it the fact that you were having sex with five 
canines?" 

Mrs. D. let a few seconds elapse before answering. "I can give you a 
definite answer on that one, doctor," she said to me. "I've thought that 
over very carefully ever since it happened. And I know why I acted the way I 
did." 

"Tell me," I asked as our initial interview came to a close. 

"It was both reasons," she replied. "Either one would have been enough to 
have my pussy spasming into orgasmic ecstasy. But the combination of the 
two-group sex and canine sex-was just plain heaven, doctor. Just plain 
heaven!" 

"Thank you, Mrs. D.," I said. "That will be all until next time." 

ii When Mrs. D. returned for her second visit I was already prepared to 
analyze her case with her. Simply from what she'd told me in her lengthy 
first interview, it was apparent that her lusty desire for group canine sex 
was directly attributable to the stifled drive for group sex which she'd 
suppressed since her marriage plus her recent discovery of how good canine 
sex could be. 

It is relatively easy to analyze someone's sexual patterns and desires. It 
is entirely another matter to actually be able to find a solution to a man 
or woman's sexual problems. In other words, Mrs. D. had come to me because 
she knew that she'd passed the so-called "danger zone" in her canine bestial 
relations. She knew what she was doing and she enjoyed doing it. But she 
wanted help in keeping this desire in check. It was whether or not I would 
actually be able to help her in this quest which provided the challenge of 
Mrs. D.'s case. 

As mentioned, when Mrs. D. returned for her second interview at my offices 
I. was already in a position to analyze and discuss her case. I did not, 
however, immediately embark on such an analysis or discussion. Instead, I 
wanted to hear about another brief incident involving Mrs. D. and her 
bestial proclivities. 

"Mrs. D.," I said to the attractive thirty-year-old woman as she assumed a 
comfortable position on my interviewing couch, "on your original 
questionnaire which you filled out before your first interview, you stated 
that you considered yourself the 'gang-bang queen of the Missouri dog 
shows'." 

"That's right," she said. 

"I'm not sure that I understand the implications of that," I said to her. 

"Implications?" she asked. "Cut the pseudo-medical jargon, doctor. There are 
no implications. Just facts. That means exactly what it looks like it 
means." 

"And what exactly is that?" I pressed. 

"What do you think?" she countered. 

Although I vastly prefer to have the patients do their own talking instead 
of allowing me to put words in their mouths, it was obvious that Mrs. D. 
wanted me to spell out what I thought her title meant. I thus gave her my 
opinion. 

"Such a title would imply that you go to dog shows in order to have sexual 
intercourse with canines," I suggested. 

"Almost," she said. "You almost got it exactly right." 

"What was I wrong about?" I asked. 

"You said I go to dog shows to get balled by dogs," she said as she 
corrected me. "Well, the fact is that I go to dog shows occasionally to get 
gang-balled by dogs. See the difference?" 

"I see the difference," I said to her. "But I'd also like to hear about it." 

"Hear about my doggie show visits?" she asked. 

"That's right," I said. "Let's talk about your most recent visit. When would 
that have been?" "Three weeks ago," she replied. "Where?" I asked. 

"To a German shepherd breeding club in St. Louis," she said. 

"Did you have canine bestial sex in group proportions?" I asked. 

"What a silly question," she countered. "Of course I did. That's what I went 
there for." 

"In other words your visit was successful," I suggested. 

"Of course it was," she said. 

I asked Mrs. D. to describe this odd act. She immediately complied. . . . 

. . . Doctor, nothing is harder than getting thoroughbred dogs from their 
owners. It's absolutely impossible. These dog owners think their dogs are so 
precious that no one else ever gets a chance to touch them. No one, that is, 
except a clever girl like myself. 

You see, doctor, dog shows are great hunting grounds for a girl like me who 
likes to ball with canines. The only trouble is that it's so hard to get at 
the dogs when those owners are around. That's why a girl has to resort to a 
bit of trickery when those canines are involved. That's why a girl has to 
hide out during one of those dog shows during the day. 

You may think this is very clever, doctor, but the fact is that I know of 
several other girls who have pulled the same stunt. Here's what I did. 

I saw that the city's German shepherd fans were going to be meeting at a big 
suburban auditorium where they'd be showing, judging and comparing their 
dogs. Well, doctor, this was very definitely an event which I wanted to 
attend. Only I thought it would be nice if I did my own judging and 
comparing. Overnight. 

So at about four o'clock in the afternoon on the first day of the show I 
came to that suburban auditorium. I packed a little bag of food and a pair 
of wire cutters. Those were all the tools I'd need. 

The show lasted until seven o'clock that evening. During that time I cased 
the place carefully and found a wonderful place to hide. It was an unused 
supply closet which locked from the inside. Just during the final judging of 
the day, when no one would be watching me, I locked myself inside that 
closet. That's where I stayed until well after everyone had gone home for 
the day. Then at about nine o'clock in the evening I emerged from my closet. 
By that time, doctor, I was sure ready to do the testing to determine who my 
own personal "Best in Show" would be. 

As usual in these dog shows, the canines were quartered overnight in big 
cages inside the auditorium. All the dogs got to their feet when they saw me 
walking around. Some of them began to bark, but when no night watchman 
appeared I knew that this would be a real easy job. I'd have the whole night 
for my canine orgy. 

I had been taking notes during the afternoon about what canines were 
considered the best breeding stock and which ones were considered the most 
evenly tempered. It was that type of qualification that I looked for as I 
prowled among those cages of German shepherds. After all, a big mastiff like 
a German shepherd could take a girl apart. There was no reason to let the 
wrong ones out of their cages. No reason at all. 

"You're a big handsome brute," I said to one big canine champion as he 
looked through his cage at me. "How do you feel about fucking with human 
females?" 

The dog just looked at me. He was standing erect with his ears perked up. It 
wasn't the ears, however, that I wanted to see perked up. 

"Take a look at this," I then said to him as I opened up my blouse and 
showed him my left tit. I rubbed the nipple with my thumb and I brought it 
up to a hard peak. "How do you feel about something like this?" 

The dog stared at my naked nipple but didn't seem to know what to do about 
it. I decided to take a little chance which might pay off with a bit of fun. 
I leaned right up to that wire screen which made up his cage and I pressed 
my bare nipple right up to the screen. The nipple itself poked through the 
screen. 

"Come on, stud," I said to that big canine. "Come take a (r)lose look at a 
nice big red nipple." 

Slowly the dog came over to the side of his cage where I was pushing my 
nipple through the screen. The flesh of my boob was pressed severely to that 
wire screen. But the nipple had easily poked through. The canine came toward 
me and easily poked his face up to my tit to investigate. I could suddenly 
feel his hot nostrils pressing up against my nipple. Then he started to 
lick! 

"Oh, shit," I thought as I felt that firm wet canine tongue slobbering 
across my tit. "What a tongue. We got to get you out of that cage, boy!" 

The dog was driving his tongue up and down my tit so nicely that I opened 
the other half of my blouse and exposed the other tit. I tossed off my 
blouse completely and then pressed the second tit through the screen to the 
canine. His mouth switched from one nipple to the other. And gradually he 
brought the second tit up to the firm hard peak that would match the first. 

"How about this, boy," I then said to him as I loosened my skirt. "If you 
like my nipples, you'll love my pussy!" 

I lowered my skirt and my panties and as the dogs behind me got a good look 
at my bare ass, the canine in that cage in front of me caught a good frontal 
view of my pussy. His mouth immediately lowered down to my pussy level and 
he started to sniff. I pushed the lower part of my body against the cage and 
my pubic hair could actually poke its way through the cage. He nuzzled 
against it and he tried to flick his tongue downward into my vagina. But 
that was impossible as long as he was in the cage . . . and that's why I had 
had the foresight to bring those wire cutters. 

"You're just too good to leave in a cage, boy," I said to that dog. "What 
you need is freedom ... a little freedom to let your penis do some roaming." 

With those words I took out my wire cutters and I clipped all around the 
wire door to his cage. It only took me a few minutes to get that big husky 
German shepherd completely free of that prison-like cage that they had 
cruelly placed him in. 

I had all my clothes off by now, doctor, and as I walked to another cage the 
German shepherd that I'd already freed followed me. I was hot down in the 
pussy area by now, doctor. I wanted to feel something in there soon. And 
what I wanted was not just a single canine dick, but a nice long series of 
them, banging back and forth and throbbing in and out of me. 

I used those wire cutters to quickly free two dogs in a nearby cage. And 
then I opened up three other cages, all containing young dogs, young German 
shepherds who might be considered to be in their "teen years." I giggled now 
because I had six German shepherds all to myself. Just what I needed for a 
good solid canine gang-fucking. 

I led the dogs past all the other caged dogs. I could see that plenty of 
those other male shepherds had caught on to what was happening. I could tell 
now because their pricks were often erect when I walked past. That kind of 
made me feel bad. So I did something to help some of them. 

Using some leashes and using my trusty wire cutters, I opened up several 
cages that held female shepherds. Then I went back to those males and I 
released more of them from their cages. 

I looked on approvingly as the first male came up to the first female. They 
sniffed at each other's tail sections and then they touched their noses to 
each other. Then the female turned around and started to wriggle her ass. 
The male dog wagged his tail for a split second. And then he mounted. 

He climbed up right on top of her from the backside and I could see his big 
erect phallus as he poked it between the vaginal lips beneath her tail. She 
uttered a low moaning sigh, wriggled her tail section a little more, and 
seemed marvelously content as her big canine lover started to hump his prong 
back and forth as he held his forepaws firmly around his mate's jiggling 
hips. 

"That's the idea, boy," I said to that dog. "I hope your pals here get the 
same message." 

I moved away from those two copulating dogs to where I had my own pack of 
six males. From seeing that female getting mounted and fucked, the pack of 
six that I'd set free all had developed erections, even the three younger 
ones. Doctor, my pussy was positively soaking when I saw those tremendous 
long prongs hanging down beneath those six German shepherds. The other dogs 
all pounced upon females and jammed their long hard rods straight in. There 
must have been nine or ten different pairs of copulating dogs loose in the 
auditorium now. And the ones that I hadn't set free were getting restless. 
Several of the ones in the cages had erections. The females were often 
wriggling their rear sections with desires. Just about every dog in sight 
was ready to do some fucking. It was a venerable canine orgy, doctor. It was 
simply tremendous. 

I brought my six dogs to the most likely spot for fucking, a nice cushioned 
area near one of the refreshment areas in that auditorium. Then I got down 
on my hands and knees. I looked to my left, just about to entice a nice big 
canine on top of me, when I saw something that I had to put to use. 

There was a full length mirror against the wall, doctor. I crawled on my 
hands and knees until I was right in front of it. Then I was all ready to 
start wriggling my hind quarters to entice the shepherds to come and fuck 
me. But when I looked into that mirror again I saw that it wouldn't be 
necessary to lure them. They were going to do it on their own. 

You see, as I looked in that mirror I saw the dogs approaching me from 
behind. The first one was the biggest, the pleasing dog that had already 
licked my nipples when I poked my tits through his screen cage at him. He 
was just a few feet behind my ass. His nose and his prong were sticking out. 
And the other five canines were behind him. 

"Come on, boy," I said, giving my ass a little wriggle just to let him know 
I was thinking about the same thing he was thinking about. "Let's stuff it 
in there. Just like the other shepherds were doing to those other shepherd 
bitches." 

He got the message and he got it a lot faster than I thought he would. He 
came right up to my rear end and he sniffed me, poking his nose under my 
buttocks and right to the opening to my vagina. I could feel his warm breath 
back down there, but it almost tickled the way his nose was pressing against 
my pussy hair. 

"Come on, stud," I said to him. "A nose and a tongue is one thing. But 
tonight I want cock. So let's have it!" 

Quickly he mounted me. I could feel his long forepaws wrap their furry 
strength around me. And then I felt that long hard loaf of his press up 
against my ass. 

"Shit!" I thought as that big long dork pressed against the naked cheek of 
my ass. "It's his penis. It's his penis!" 

It sure was. And a second later he eliminated any possible doubt. He slid 
that long organ right into my vaginal slot and he started to push it in and 
out with those brisk, hammering strokes that only a dog can give a girl. 

"Fuck!" I grunted to myself as that dog's furry balls pressed against me and 
as his long damp slick prong shoved its hot hardness in and out of me. "You 
sure are a thoroughbred, aren't you, boy?" 

He didn't say anything, of course. He merely let his penis do all the 
talking. Action, particularly when it involves a canine penis, always speaks 
louder than words, doctor. 

He slammed his cock in and out of me until the other five dogs gathered 
around. I continued to moan as I pushed my face into the ground. I wriggled 
my ass so that the long penis could press its pointed head as deeply into me 
as possible. And I absolutely loved the feeling of my bare tits swinging 
underneath me. The nipples were hard and the boobs were full. But no matter 
how full my boobs were from desire, my vagina was even fuller. After all, my 
vagina had what felt like a nine inch canine penis sticking into it. 
Sticking into it and throbbing back and forth. 

I felt the first dog's penis getting bigger and bigger inside me. I saw 
those other five dogs standing around watching me getting fucked. I knew 
they were waiting for their own turns. These were orderly, smart show dogs, 
doctor. These were dogs which could watch one dog perform and then duplicate 
his trick. That was exactly what I-as their new trainer and sex 
partner-wanted them to do. 

The penis that was in me grew to an immense size, doctor. And then the dog 
came into me with a long series of jabs as he held my hips with those furry 
forepaws of his. The other dogs stood by and watched, occasionally nuzzling 
me, as the penis that was in me spasmed its full hot spermy load into my 
vagina. 

I felt that penis wriggle and spit as it gushed its hot load of sperm deeply 
down into my vaginal slot. I moaned in joy as I felt the dog coming. And as 
his lower half continued to pump all of his juice into me, I orgasmed as I 
admired the long erect prongs of the five dogs who were standing by for the 
second through sixth rounds. . . . 

. . . "In other words, Mrs. D.," I said to the attractive married woman as 
she brought her case to a close, "you were not only sexually excited over 
the penis that was in you, but you were also sexually thrilled over the 
anticipation of the other penises." 

"That's right, doctor," Mrs. D. replied. "I sure was excited. I was excited 
because I knew that each of those cocks was going to get jammed right into 
me." 

"And did they?" I asked. 

"You bet your sweet ass they did," said Mrs. D. with a degree of enthusiasm 
which approached manic proportions. "One right after the other." 

"Briefly," I said, "please describe it." 

"As soon as the first German shepherd got off," she said, "the next one 
climbed on. Then he stroked me from the backside until his penis grew to an 
incredible rigidity. I really felt that second dog spasm and unload his cock 
into me. I could feel all those hot seeds shooting way down into me out of 
his hard orgasming prick." 

"Fine," I said. "But what about the other four dogs?" 

"I had one of the younger ones next," she said. "And he licked my pussy 
first before entering it. He licked it from the back and caught a lot of the 
juice that was flowing down out of my slot. It felt good to be eaten out 
like that in the middle of the act." 

"Continue," I requested. 

"After he ate me, he fucked me," said Mrs. D. "He climbed on top of me from 
the backside and plunged his organ directly into me. So did the fourth dog 
right after the third one was finished." 

"And how was the fourth dog?" I asked Mrs. D. 

"About average for a German shepherd," she answered. "And that means very 
good from a sexual point of view." 

"Were you still orgasming at this point?" I asked. "Or was it merely a good 
feeling in your vagina that didn't necessarily lead to an orgasmic climax." 

"Orgasms all the way," said Mrs. D. "Right on through the fifth and sixth 
dogs. That sixth dog was really making my pussy vibrate. He had a massive 
hard-on from watching the other five. I think that the best orgasms" I had 
in that first screwing with those six dogs were while I was getting it from 
that sixth dog." 

"What exactly do you mean by 'first screwing'?" I asked. 

"Isn't it obvious?" she asked me in return. "The doors to that auditorium 
were locked for the night. So I stayed there and had those same six German 
shepherds another time. But the second time I got down on my back and let 
them ball me from up top. It was just as good from that position, doctor. 
Hell. Let's face it. To me, any position is good if I've got a gang of dogs 
coming in and out of me." 

"Thank you, Mrs. D.," I said when I'd heard enough of her testimony. "I 
think that will be all for now." 

I moved at that point to a thorough discussion of Mrs. D.'s habits and 
patterns of bestial behavior. As discussed earlier, Mrs. D.'s behavior 
pattern stemmed from her long suppressed desire for group sex and her newly 
found interest in canine sex. In order to break these patterns of behavior, 
however, it was necessary to attack their root causes. That is, it would 
have been necessary to break down Mrs. D.'s enjoyment of both the group and 
bestial aspects of these sex acts. 

Whether or not I would have been able to lead Mrs. D. to a proper control of 
her bestial proclivities is a matter which will unfortunately remain a 
matter of conjecture. An odd but not entirely unexpected series of 
circumstances befell Mrs. D. after she concluded her second interview at my 
office. 

I had asked Mrs. D. to return for a third visit at which time she and I 
would seriously discuss her sexual impulses and the ways in which I thought 
she should treat them. However, the St. Louis Metropolitan Poodle and Boxer 
show happened to be in performance at the time. 

As it turned out, Mrs. D. attempted to seduce several poodles and boxers in 
the same way that she had seduced the German shepherds at the earlier show. 
However, what Mrs. D. did not know was that veterinarians had examined all 
of those German shepherds after the "break-in" at the earlier show. The 
doctors had discovered that someone had had sex with six of the dogs. Thus 
when other dog shows were in town, sufficient security guards were hired. 

Thus when Mrs. D. stripped down and freed eight dogs from their cages to 
have sex with her, she was under the full scrutiny of four night watchmen. 
They watched her having sex with three of the dogs and recorded the event on 
film. They then arrested Mrs. D. just as a fourth dog was performing an oral 
act upon her. 

The news of a socialite woman being arrested on sodomy as well as criminal 
trespass charges was something of a scandal in the St. Louis area. Mrs. D., 
however, was never brought to court. She was instead remanded to a private 
clinic for intensive (twenty-four hour) scrutiny and care. I turned my 
records over to that clinic in the hopes of showing that Mrs. D. was a very 
sensitive woman who herself was worried about the physical and emotional 
desires which she felt but could not control. The private clinic thanked me 
and as soon as I was convinced that Mrs. D. was in good hands, I terminated 
my involvement in her case. 

I terminated my involvement in the case in all aspects except for one. I 
cite her case constantly as an example of what happens when a woman (or any 
adult human) seeks too much of what initially appears to be a good thing. 

There are many dangers to overdoing canine sex Mrs. D's case illustrates the 
great harm of overindulgence. 

 * * * 

CASE HISTORY FOUR 

Jamie W., a boyishly handsome sixteen-year-old, was referred to my office by 
his parents and school authorities. Neither Jamie's parents nor the 
authorities at his school knew quite what Jamie's problem was. They could 
only tell me that Jamie had "recently shown the ultimate in disrespect for 
all females." 

With that as a warning I scheduled a pair of appointments for young Jamie. 
It came as little surprise when I discovered that canines were integrally 
involved in young Jamie's problem. 

When Jamie came to my office he seemed a refreshingly clean and well groomed 
youngster. Instead of affecting the long hair, sloppy dress and questionable 
lifestyle of many other youngsters of his age, Jamie's hair was cut short 
and Jamie was wearing a school blazer and a necktie. 

"Well, Jamie," I said to the clean and well dressed youngster when he 
assumed a position on my interviewing couch, "I'm told that you've been 
having some problems that involve girls." 

"I guess," he said with a noncommittal shrug. Like many youngsters Jamie 
seemed reluctant to discuss sexual matters with an adult. For that reason I 
had to break down his reservations and get Jamie to want to talk. There 
wasn't any way in which I could ever force Jamie or any other patient to 
talk. 

"It's not unusual for a good looking youngster like yourself to have 
problems with the girls," I said to Jamie. "I guess there are a lot of them 
who probably chase you." 

"Some," he said. 

"But I guess you get your share," I said. The boy made no gesture to 
acknowledge what I'd said. So it was clear that I would have to say 
something that was geared for its shock effect. 

"Tell me, Jamie," I said to him. "Have you been getting any pussy on a 
regular basis?" 

The boy's cheeks went crimson and he turned and looked at me. He appeared to 
be stunned by my choice of words and yet he wasn't certain how to reply. 

"It's a simple question, Jamie," I said. "Give me a simple yes or no 
answer." 

"I . . . uh . . . well, yes," he said meekly. 

"I see," I said. "In other words you've been getting ass off some nice 
little girl?" 

"I, uh, I guess you could say that, sir." 

"Does your penis feel good when you put it inside your young girlfriend's 
pussy?" I then asked the boy. "Is it pleasing when you move your penis back 
and forth inside her vagina and feel the walls of her pussy pulsating with 
pleasure as your rigid prong jerks back and forth inside her? Does that 
please you, Jamie?" 

"Yes, sir," he gulped. 

"It must please the young female, too," I suggested. "Does it?" 

"I guess so, sir," he said. "Some." 

"Some?" I asked. I was genuinely perplexed by Jamie's reluctance to talk. 
Most boys would enthusiastically be telling of their conquests by this 
point. So I began to suspect that something very grave must have happened 
involving Jamie's sexual life. I had not yet determined that it had involved 
canines, but I was beginning to see that obviously something had happened. 

"Just some, Jamie?" I asked. "I would think that the feeling of your big 
phallus pushing back and forth and then exploding into her with a hot gush 
of come would be thrilling to the young woman. Doesn't she like that when 
that happens?" 

"Yes, sir," he said, beginning to open up with the answers to my questions. 
"She likes that a lot. But . . ." 

"But what?" I asked, knowing that I was nearing a crucial point in the 
questioning. 

"Oh, nothing," he said. 

"Please, Jamie," I said. "I'm trying to help you with your problems. What 
were you going to tell me?" 

Again the boy was silent. "Is there something else she likes, also?" I 
asked. "Something that she might like even more than the feeling of your 
rigid organ erupting inside her?" 

Jamie nodded. Even though he was still reluctant to talk, I knew that I was 
nearing the solution to my initial problem with him. 

"It's not anal sex, is it?" I asked. "Does she like getting a hot hard prong 
shoved up her back door?" 

"No, sir," said Jamie. 

"How about cunnilingus ?" I asked. "Does this sweet young lady like you to 
perform cunnilingus on her?" 

"Yes, sir," he said. "She does. But that's not the problem. I like to slurp 
that creamy pussy taste out of her slot. She loves cunnilingus, doctor, but 
I like to perform it on her." 

"Then what is it that she likes more than or in addition to your cock?" I 
pressed. "Tell me honestly, Jamie." 

"Dogs," he replied solemnly. 

"Canines?" I asked, repeating his answer and suddenly wondering why it had 
taken me so long to sense the problem. 

"Dogs," he replied. "She likes to get fucked by big dogs. She likes dogs so 
big that their penises must be twice the size of mine." 

"I see," I said. I paused and then continued to speak. "I'd like to hear 
about this, Jamie," I said to him. "But I should tell you right from the 
start that canine bestiality might be no more than a passing fad for this 
young girl. She might get her fill of furry four legged lovers and then come 
right back to you." "I don't think so," Jamie said sullenly. "Why not?" I 
asked. 

"They all like dogs," he said. "Every one of them." 

"Who do you mean by 'they'?" I asked the boy. 

"They," he replied. "Women. Females. Girls. They all crave canines. That's 
all they really like to fuck." 

"I wouldn't say that all girls like canine bestial sex," I said. "The 
percentages may seem slightly inflated in these permissive 1970's," I 
explained. "But certainly not all-" "All!" Jamie yelled, bursting into the 
middle of my sentence. "Every fucking girl I know screws with dogs. It's 
sickening and disgraceful! Women are nothing but a bunch of hot pussied 
sex-starved bestial cunts!" 

The boy's face was red with emotion and his eyes were almost ready to burst 
with tears. He slammed his fists against the sides of my interviewing couch. 
I could tell that Jamie's problems were deep and complex ones, even though 
they seemed to lurk between such a placid exterior. 

I definitely wanted to learn why Jamie felt as he did and why he held his 
beliefs with such unyielding passion. So I spoke to him again after allowing 
him a few seconds to gather his thoughts and calm down. 

"Jamie," I said, "you obviously feel the way you do for a good reason." 

"You're not kidding me," he said. 

"So I certainly wouldn't want to disagree with you," I said. The boy said 
nothing and remained still on the interviewing couch. "But I'd like to 
know," I continued, "why you feel the way you obviously do feel." 

"It's because of what happened," he said sullenly, "It's because of all the 
things I saw." 

"All what things?" I asked. 

"Do you want me to tell you about them?" he asked. "I'd like that every 
much," I said. And then Jamie told me this story, a story similar to the 
experiences of other teenage boys whom I interviewed. . . . 

. . . Sir, you probably think that I'm imagining it when I say that all the 
girls I know are screwing with animals. Well, I'm not imagining it. My own 
eyes don't lie to me, doctor. 

Let me tell you what I've seen and then you can tell me whether you think 
I'm going off the deep end about this whole thing. About six months ago I 
went to a birthday party for my girlfriend, Freda. Freda was just sixteen 
that day. 

After the party Freda and I went out to the woods in my car. Freda told me 
that she was a big girl now that she was sixteen. And now that she was a big 
girl, she said, she didn't want to have a cherry blocking off all her fun 
any more. So she selected me to break her cherry. She made me take my rigid 
tool out of my pants. She stroked it very nicely, having read in a book 
exactly what the right way to stroke it was. And then she opened up her legs 
and showed me her hair pie. 

Well, when I saw that big hair pie I knew what I should do. I had never done 
it before, either, but I had told Freda that I had. So when she opened her 
legs up I put down the seats of the car. Then I mounted her, burst through 
that cherry, and fucked her. It was the first time for her and the first 
time for me. And even though it left an embarrassing red stain on the 
backseat of the car, it sure had been nice to sew those seeds into Freda. 

Well, Freda and I began fucking regularly after that. And I never even 
paused to pay much attention to that big Great Dane Horatio which her family 
kept. I figured the dog was just the family pet. Why would I suppose 
otherwise? Why would I suppose that Horatio was more than just a family pet 
to Freda? 

Well, I kept finding new places and new positions in which to fuck Freda. So 
I have to admit that I was getting my fair share of pussy over the course of 
those six months. So I wasn't worried about very much and I didn't pay much 
attention to that dog. 

Then one night I saw something which changed my life around quite a bit. I 
was coming out of the garage having just returned home from a date with 
Freda. Freda had sucked me off and then let me fuck her. So it had been a 
pretty successful date, all things considered. 

As I walked up the front walk to the front door of the house I noticed that 
the light was on in my older sister's bedroom. Her bedroom was on the ground 
floor. It occurred to me that if I was lucky and if I took a peek in her 
window, I might be able to catch a glimpse of her bare knockers as she got 
ready for bed. So I hurried around to the side of the house and I took a 
look through the window. 

Well, sir. I just couldn't believe what I was seeing. 

My sister, Sheila, was sitting on her bed at one side of her bedroom. She 
was eighteen years old, sir, and she wasn't wearing a thing. That doesn't 
mean that I could see her bare pussy or anything. She was sitting on that 
bed and had a little trim towel spread right across her lap. And although I 
could see those big rich full bosoms which stuck out so' prominently from 
her chest, I couldn't yet see her pussy. 

But as I stared at those boobs of hers I saw her move her hands. She brought 
her palms up to beneath her boobs and cupped those hands under her breasts. 
She toyed with the nipples with her fingers. She looked as if she were 
offering her boobs to somebody, some man, for example. 

"Holy fuck!" I suddenly said to myself, blurting the words out so loudly 
that I thought it was almost loud enough to give me away. "There's a dog in 
that room! She's offering the boobs to that dog!" 

Well, sir, you can imagine how shocked I was to see what was happening there 
with my sister. I thought that a girl who got nude with a dog would have to 
be a real degenerate, a genuine pervert. I never thought that my own sister 
whom I'd known all my life would stoop to doing such a sick deviated thing 
as that. 

I looked into that window and I recognized the dog. It was Midnight, the 
huge Labrador Retriever that lived at the Johnson's house next door. 

"Holy fuck!" I said to myself again. "My sister and Midnight! I'd never have 
suspected it!" Then I really gasped in surprise, sir. Beneath Midnight was a 
long pink penis, all long and with a shiny pointed head. And from the looks 
of what was going on, I knew what Midnight was planning to do with that long 
pink tool of his. 

My sister sat on that bed and continued to cup her palms beneath those full 
ripe breasts of hers. She continued to toy with the nipples by playing her 
fingers across them. And then she wriggled her seated ass a little to entice 
Midnight. 

"Come here, Midnight," Sheila said to that big muscular dog. "Sheila has a 
treat for you!" 

A treat sure was understating it a bit, doctor. She was going to treat that 
dog to a helping of pussy as far as I could see. 

"It's the usual treat, Midnight," she said next. "And tonight I think we'll 
do it your way, doggie style!" 

My sister let one hand drift down from her boobs. She pulled that towel off 
her lap and tossed it away. That big black dog wagged his long black tail. 
Worse, he wagged his big pink prong. And then my sister stood up on her two 
feet and I was able to see the big furry triangle between her legs. 

"See my patch, Midnight?" she asked her canine acquaintance. "It's just the 
same as usual. It's the big patch that you like to fuck so much." 

The dog came right up to her pussy and nuzzled it. Then he started to slurp 
his big canine tongue across it. I watched the expression of passion on my 
sister's face as that big pink tongue slurped up and down across her slot. 
She loved that feeling, doctor. She put her hands down there and opened up 
her pussy lips for that dog. And then I could even see her poke a fingertip 
in and massage her little clitoris as the dog continued to lick her. . 
"That's right, Midnight," she said to the dog. "Lead me real slowly. Start 
off with the good licking. Then build me up for the penis!" 

The dog didn't seem to change what he was doing, despite the fact that she 
was talking to him. He continued to move that long rasping tongue up and 
down across her vagina. She moved backward onto the bed and sat down. 

I stared at my sister's big hair pie as she sat on the edge of the bed. 

"Follow me, boy," she said to Midnight as the big Labrador followed her to 
the bed. I didn't know which was hanging farther out, his big pink penis or 
his big pink tongue. Either way, both were obviously pleasing to my sister 
Sheila. 

She opened her legs as she sat on the edge of the bed. She opened the legs 
wide and she exposed that big gaping pink crack that she wore in her crotch. 
I could see the pink pussy slot inside the outer hairy folds. And as I 
stared into my sister's nice open hair pie, I could feel my prong erect. I 
definitely wasn't getting hard over the canine aspects of the act, sir. I 
was getting hard over the sight of my sister's bush. I know I was doing 
something that I probably wasn't supposed to, but then again, so was Sheila. 

The dog moved in close to her and licked his tongue into her wide open slot. 
She wriggled passionately as she kept her bush on the edge of the bed for 
the dog. The dog was slurping so loud by now that it sounded like he was 
taking in a bowl full of water. I guess that wasn't so surprising. After 
all, if my sister was enjoying this she obviously must have been soaking wet 
down between her pussy lips. 

"Easy, Midnight," I heard her gasp to the dog. "Save some energy for when 
the penis goes in." 

The dog continued to slurp with the same enthusiasm that a little kid would 
slurp on a stick of ice cream; Only the cream that was involved in this 
canine slurping was the cream from inside the pussy. The dog stroked his 
tongue briskly up and down until my sister just couldn't take it any more. 

"Shit, Midnight," she said. "No more tongue. "I've got to have the dick now! 
Let me have some of that good doggie cock, imported from Labrador." 

Sheila climbed all the way up onto the bed, dragging her pussy away from the 
dog's mouth with obvious difficulty. 

"There's only one thing in the world I like more than having my slot licked 
by a dog," she said to the Labrador. "And that's having my slot fucked by a 
dog." She paused and then added. "But you know that, Midnight. You know that 
from experience." 

She climbed onto that bed and assumed a position on all fours, sir. She was 
on her hands and knees while she waited for the dog. Then, like a big cat, 
the dog came leaping up onto the bed with her. He, too, was on all fours. He 
sniffed at her ass as I reached down to my penis and tried to sooth the 
aching within it by giving it a couple of strokes. The strokes didn't seem 
to sooth it, particularly because of what I was now looking at. 

"That's it, Midnight," I heard my sister squeal. "That's it. The cock! Let 
me feel the cock!" 

She was feeling the dog's cock, all right, sir. She was in that same 
position on all fours and the dog was mounting her. I saw his black furry 
body press up against the soft bare flesh of her backside. I saw him lock 
his furry fore-paws around her waist, and then I got a perfect view of his 
penis slipping into her vagina. 

What a technique that dog had! He pushed his penis into her and then held it 
at about halfway in for about a full minute. Then he slowly inched the rest 
of that big prong of his into my sister's cunt. Her hair pie was penetrated 
slowly, but with the utmost care. I had heard people talking about "doggie 
style fucking" in the past, sir, but up until I witnessed the dog doing this 
to my sister I had no idea that this technique of slow and drawn out entry 
was part of the whole canine technique. 

My sister was going berserk over the dog's technique, doc. When the dog's 
dick was only four inches of the way into her she kept trying to work her 
cunt backwards so that she could more readily draw that long prick into her. 
But the dog was smarter. Each time she tried to move backwards, he too would 
move backwards on those two hind goat-like feet of his. His little black 
padded paws kept perfectly balanced on the bed. And then every few seconds 
or so he'd give a little wriggle of his ass and slide her an extra inch of 
his dick. 

But then finally he slammed it all the way in. He pumped that big pink prong 
directly into her slot, jamming the eighth inch of that big fat organ 
straight into her. From the way he held his forepaws around her waist and by 
the way she was moaning and cooing when that dick slammed into her, I think 
she was orgasming immediately. 

"You're so big," she kept saying over and over again. "You're such a big 
fucking dog!" 

He was a big dog, sir. And he was particularly big and pleasing for a girl 
because his wang was so big. I'm not embarrassed by the size of my own 
peter, sir, but I think that dog had a full extra two inches on me, and 
maybe a full extra inch of fatness right around the thick center part of his 
prong. It was really a hunk of meat and deep down inside me- even though I 
think my sister was doing a perverted act-I could understand why she was so 
hot for that canine's tool. 

The dog started to piston his dick back and forth inside my sister's pussy. 
She wriggled her ass consistently beneath him and she was pumping her 
buttocks right back into his loins as his furry black balls pressed up 
against her. 

"Oh, Midnight!" she cooed over and over. "Oh, Midnight, you're so big!" 

When she got tired of moaning those words to the dog she started to beg him 
to ejaculate. "I can't take it any longer!" she started to squeal to that 
big black Labrador. "Let me have the sperm! Let me have the sperm!" 

A few seconds later the dog did exactly what she was asking him to do. His 
penis coiled and let fly with a big gush of come. She squealed again when 
the hot sperm was squirting out of his dick and into her bottomless slot. 
She writhed her ass all the way around and she pumped backwards in an 
apparent attempt to draw every possible drop of come out of that dog. Then, 
when his big tool had evidently shot its full load into her, she held 
herself still again. 

Then, moving forward slowly so that the big tool could conveniently slip out 
of her slowly, she lay down forward on the bed. The dog dismounted as she 
did this, letting his contracting pink prong pull its way out of her. Her 
pussy gave out with a big gurgle as the big canine prong withdrew from her. 
The dog seemed to be surprised with that big gurgle that had sounded so much 
like a fart. So as his pink prong began to contract all the way back into 
that black furry foreskin sheath of his, Midnight took a final sniff of her 
pussy. In response she opened her legs as she lay face down and she moved 
her ass upwards a bit at the dog's face. One thing led to another as the 
canine began to sniff her. A few minutes later he'd begun to lick her entire 
pussy out. . . . 

. . . Jamie W. brought his testimony to a close at those words. He reached 
to his jacket pocket and pulled out a pack of chewing gum. He offered me a 
piece, which I declined, and then began to chew a piece himself as I asked 
him a few questions which were designed to sum up our interview session. 

"I can understand your surprise about your sister," I said to the boy. "But 
that's no reason to judge all women, just on the basis of your sister's 
private sexual inclinations." 

"They're all sluts," said the boy calmly. "Women are sluts." 

"Jamie," I said to him sternly. "I'd have to correct you on that. It's not 
my business to put in my own opinion, but you just cannot make a gross 
generalization like that. You can't make generalizations that pronounce all 
human females as sluts." 

"Why not?" he said. "I think I just did." 

"But surely you must know women whom you wouldn't categorize as being 
'sluts'," I suggested. 

"I can't think of any," he said. "I don't know of any who aren't so hot 
pussied that they can't stop from fucking dogs." 

"What about your mother?" I suggested. 

"She does it, too," he snapped. "All women are the same. And Mom is just 
like all the rest." 

"Hold it," I asked, looking at Jamie with a certain understandable amount of 
disbelief. 

"What does she do?" 

"She fucks with dogs," Jamie said firmly. "She screws with them the same way 
that Sheila, my sister, does and the same way that Freda does." 

"How do I know you're not making this up, Jamie?" I asked. "Or how do I know 
that you're not imagining this?" 

"I'm being honest with you, sir," the boy pleaded in an earnest voice that 
begged me to trust him. "Honest, sir," he continued. "I saw it!" 

"What did you see?" I asked. 

"I saw my mother balling with a St. Bernard," he said. "And if you don't 
believe me," he continued, "I'll describe every fucking detail that I can 
remember." 

"I'm not saying that I don't believe you, Jamie," I said. "In fact, I 
promise you man-to-man, that I do believe you. But I'd like to hear about 
it. I want to know what you saw." 

Jamie agreed to tell me all of what he'd seen, and he agreed to dedicate our 
second interview session to recounting that story. It was my firm belief 
that the psychological -problems that Jamie was experiencing with women were 
fully a result of what he'd come personally in contact with. That is, Jamie 
had seen several women involved in bestial acts with canines. It was my 
conviction that if I could explore these acts with Jamie I might be able to 
better solve his emotional discomfort. I was right in my belief that 
listening to his accounts of what he'd witnessed would help me deal with 
him. But I grossly underestimated what the boy had seen. I believed that any 
boy who witnessed what he described in his second interview session would 
also come to disrespect all women. 

I say that not because I agree with Jamie's feelings. I say this because I 
myself was shocked with the events which Jamie narrated. I had no idea that 
so many women were going to such unbelievable extremes. 

II 

When young Jamie W. returned to my offices for his second interview, I was 
still in the process of tying everything together in his case. Jamie had 
alleged bestial behavior on the part of his sister and mother. He had 
implied it on the part of his girlfriend. Yet I had not yet learned directly 
from Jamie exactly what he had seen or exactly what his reaction had been to 
what he had witnessed. 

"I'd like to get down to specifics very quickly here today," I said to the 
boy when he assumed a comfortable position on my interviewing couch. "I want 
to talk about you and your mother." 

"My mother ?" he asked. 

"Last time you were here," I said to the boy, "you alleged that you'd seen 
her indulging in bestial sex acts with a canine. Am I correct or not?" 

"Almost," he said. 

"Correct me where I've been inaccurate," I said. 

"I was more specific than just 'canine'," he said. "I was very specific. I 
said it was a St. 

Bernard." 

"Indeed you did," I said, agreeing with the boy as I looked back over my 
notes of the previous interview session. "And this was an act that you 
witnessed." 

"It was," he said. 

"How did you happen to witness it?" I asked. I watched Jamie carefully as he 
replied. As usual, his short hair was parted very traditionally and his 
dress, especially for a sixteen-year-old was impeccable. He wore a clean 
madras jacket, a white shirt, a striped traditional tie and clean tan 
slacks. The boy wore neat blue socks and well-heeled, well-shined shoes. 

"I suspected something was going on," said young Jamie. "One afternoon while 
Dad was still at work, my mother told my sister and me to be sure not to be 
in the house. The whole thing was put forward more as a command than as a 
request." 

"And?" I asked, watching the boy twist a scout ring that was on one of his 
fingers. 

"And I got suspicious," said young Jamie W. "I figured that there was a good 
reason why my mother didn't want us there. And there was a reason. She 
wanted to get balled by that dog." 

"Didn't you think it was pretty much your mother's own business what she 
wanted to do in private during the afternoon?" I asked the youth. 

"That thought never occurred to me," said Jamie. "I figured Mom wanted to 
fuck someone or something. That's why I decided to spy." 

I had heard similar stories developing so many times that I quickly tried to 
jump a bit ahead of Jamie's story. But I was mistaken in one point as I did 
so. 

"So you came sneaking back into the house in the middle of the afternoon?" I 
suggested to Jamie. "And you caught your mother in the full act, in 
flagrante delicto as a Latin scholar or a doctor might say." 

"Wrong," said the boy. "I never set foot in the house that afternoon." 

"You didn't?" I asked. 

"I thought you said you caught your mother in the middle of the sexual act 
with a St. Bernard." 

"I did," the boy countered. "But I never set foot in that house. I was told 
to stay out of the house. So I did." 

"Then how did you see her?" I asked. 

"With binoculars," said Jamie. "From the attic of a neighbor's house." 

For a moment I was amused by the stroke of levity that Jamie had added to 
our interview session. But then I realized that the well attired youth was 
in earnest about what he had said. He continued to speak. 

"All I did," said Jamie, "was go up to the attic of the neighbor's place. 
The kid who lives there is a friend of mine. He said he didn't care if I 
used his attic to spy on my Mom. All he asked for was a peek through the 
binoculars if I spotted anything interesting." 

"Did you give him a peek when you were watching your mother engaged in 
sexual acts with the St. Bernard?" I asked. 

"Of course I did," said Jamie. "A deal is a deal, isn't it? It would have 
been highly unethical not to give him a peek if I'd promised him one. As a 
scout I learned about honor and duty, sir." 

"What exactly did you see through those binoculars, Jamie?" I next asked the 
boy. 

"The first thing I saw was my Mom," said Jamie. "She was standing in her 
bedroom. She was all nude, and at first I could just see her from the 
backside." 

"And then?" I asked. 

"And then she turned around," he said. "I could see her tits and her bare 
muff. I stared right at her and I saw that big hairy triangle in front." 

"The area which you refer to as the 'hair pie'?" I asked. 

"That's right," he said. "I thought she was naked because she was with a 
man. But that wasn't it at all. The next thing I saw was a big brown and 
white St. Bernard nuzzling up next to her. He rubbed his thick furry coat 
against her bare legs and then she leaned over and rubbed her boobs against 
him." 

"What was your reaction?" I asked Jamie. 

"Shock," he said. "Then anger. Then arousal." 

"Arousal?" I asked. 

"My penis began to get hard," he replied. "It grew up to a full erection. 
Especially when Mom got down on a mattress that she'd placed in the middle 
of the bedroom floor. She got down on that mattress and opened up her legs 
to the dog. Imagine. The same legs that my sister and I had come out of were 
being opened up to a dog. That was the most perverted and disgusting part of 
it all, sir. It was as if the dog had more rights than my Dad did." 

"And your mother then had sex with that big brown and white canine?" I 
asked. 

"She did," said Jamie. "In one of the most disgusting acts I've ever seen 
her involved in, she held those legs open for the dog. The St. Bernard 
mounted her and I focused in the binoculars on the dog's rigid prong. I saw 
the long pink organ slide into her vagina and then I saw the dog's backside 
start to pump and hump back and forth. I watched them for several minutes, 
sir, and it seemed to be good sex for both of them." 

"You believe that they both were brought to a climax?" I asked the boy. 

"Yes, sir," he said. "From the way the dog was pumping I knew he had a good 
hard-on. So my mother was writhing underneath him with obvious enjoyment of 
the act. Then afterward she wiped out a lot of stuff from her vagina. It 
must have been the dog's sperm." 

"I see," I said, hearing enough about the boy's mother. "But didn't you also 
say that your girlfriend Freda had also been involved in some canine bestial 
activity?" 

"Like I said, sir," said Jamie sullenly. "They're all sluts. All any woman 
wants to do is have a hot pussy gaping open for a good rigid dog." 

"Tell me what happened with your friend Freda," I said. "Did she have sex 
with her Great Dane?" 

"The dog balled her," said Jamie. "'I should have expected something like 
that considering what I'd learned about my mother and my sister. But it 
never occurred to me that Freda would be doing it with Horatio. Of course, I 
was very naive back then, doctor. Now I'm not. Now I know what sluts all 
women are." 

"Tell me what you saw," I said to the boy. And Jamie described the 
following.... 

. . . Sir, I might have been getting laid a lot with Freda, but it wasn't as 
if I was taking her for granted. I mean, if she were hopping up and down on 
my penis in the classic female superior position, I knew whether she was 
enjoying it or not. Similarly, I could tell when I was up on the topside 
giving her a ride from up there. If she was trying to fake an orgasm or fake 
her enjoyment of my penis, I could figure it out. But usually it didn't 
happen very often that she'd have to fake her reactions to my dick. It 
didn't happen very often, but then it started to happen all the time. 

I can remember after fucking one day she seemed very dissatisfied. "Didn't I 
give you enough orgasms?" I asked her as she lay on the bed next to me 
staring at the ceiling. 

"It was okay," she said. 

"Just okay?" I asked. "Not good?" 

"Want an honest answer?" she asked. 

"Yes," I said. 

"I've had better," she said. "But it wasn't, your fault that you didn't 
please me this time." "Whose fault was it," I asked, looking down to my wang 
and seeing it start to contract in humiliation. "It must be my fault. I 
didn't see anyone else fucking you except for me." 

"That's not it at all," she said to me. "I really wasn't in the mood to have 
sex with a man. I was in the mood for something a little different. 

"Different?" I asked, repeating her words and trying to figure out what she 
was talking about. "Different in what way? Tell me." 

"Just different," she said, playing upon that word. She looked me in the eye 
and I saw her nipple swell up to big firm peaks as she thought to herself. 
Whatever she was thinking about was turning her on. And it was my opinion 
that whatever she was thinking about did not concern my penis. 

"It doesn't concern your penis," she said to me. "But don't worry. It 
doesn't concern any other man's penis, either." 

"Fuck!" I said. "What does it concern? Some dyke's tongue? Or maybe some 
wispy little naked girl who holds a vibrator while you sit your cunt down on 
it?" 

Freda was pissed when I said all that to her. 

"Okay," she said. "No wise remarks." She swung a fist and caught me in one 
of my cubes. I doubled over in the pain, but I was lucky that she'd only 
nicked my nuts. It would have been torture if she had been able to land a 
direct blow. 

"I wasn't going to tell you," she said, "but since you had to make 
wise-assed remarks, I will show you. I've been fucking someone else." 

"Another male?" I gasped as I fondled my poor wounded nut. The pair of balls 
which hung between my legs were vibrating their agony through my whole body. 
I clutched them and also protected them from any possible second shot she 
might want to take. 

"That's right," she said, "another male. And if you'd stop playing with your 
jewels and get your fucking pants on I'll take you to him and show him to 
you." 

"I don't want to see him," I said. 

"Oh, don't be childish or I'll give you a knee between the legs the next 
time. Put your pants on and act like a man." 

Normally Freda was a really sweet girl. That's how I knew she was genuinely 
pissed now. She just wasn't acting like the sweet innocent girl that I know 
she really is. 

We went over to her house where her parents were away for the evening. My 
nuts were still sore when she invited me inside her house. 

"You mean the guy you fuck is right here in the house?" I asked as we came 
through the front door. 

"That's right," she said. 

"Is it incest?" I gasped, thinking that her father, brother or maybe even a 
cousin or uncle were involved. 

"Not in any way is it incest," she said to me. "It's something between me 
and a male who is no relation to me whatsoever." She gave me a grin and then 
began to open her blouse, revealing those big boobs that I'd just seen when 
I was fucking her. 

"Who is the guy?" I then demanded. 

"Guy?" she smiled. She opened her blouse and tossed it completely off. Then 
she pulled down her jeans and stood there in just those trim powder blue 
panties that she wore. "You're thinking very traditionally," she said. "It's 
no guy at all. But it's a very vigorous male. Now do you get a hint?" 

I was trying to figure it out. I still couldn't. Yet I was looking at that 
brown triangle of hair pie beneath those lovely light blue panties of hers. 
I was starting to erect again over her hair pie and yet I knew that if I'd 
failed to satisfy her the first time she probably wouldn't even let me try 
to fuck her the second time. 

"I'm sorry, Jamie," she said to me very sweetly. "But this is something I 
started to do about four months ago when all the other girls at the high 
school started to do it. It's something that's very 'in' now among girls 
everywhere. And it's something that satisfies me fully. So I have to keep 
doing it. For the good of my own pussy." 

"Does . . . does this mean I can't fuck you any more?" I gasped to her, 
thinking that my one and only supply of pussy was about to vanish. 

"Don't be silly, Jamie," she said. "Of course not. A girl needs cock from a 
man just as she needs cock from . . . well, from a . . . a-" "Shit on a 
stick!" I roared. "Not from a canine!" 

"Yes, Jamie," she said in a soft sweet voice. "A dog. My wonderful big 
Horatio. My wonderful big Great Dane!" 

"Another canine!" I ranted. "Every female in the state must be balling with 
canines now!" 

"Oh, Jamie," she said. "I'm so glad you understand." 

"Understand?" I roared. "Understand? I don't understand anything. I . . . I 
. . ." 

"You get to watch, Jamie," she said. "And if you feel like playing with your 
penis while you watch, go right ahead. Other boys have watched me getting 
fucked by dogs. But I want to assure you that your penis is still the only 
human boy penis that I allow into my gaping cunt." 

"It's incredible," I sputtered. "Simply incredible." 

"Not at all, Jamie," she said. "If you were a girl and if you knew how good 
a canine penis can feel when it's pressed into you. Well, you'd understand, 
too. You'd understand because you'd be doing it. Now sit down, shut up, and 
don't bother me!" 

She clapped her hands and pulled down those blue bikini briefs of hers. Down 
they came. I saw her bare ass as the briefs came down. I knew her bare pussy 
was on the other side and my poor tormented penis was firmly erect at the 
thought of another good hair pie going to a canine. 

And then, responding to the clap of her hands, that big Great Dane named 
Horatio came bounding into the room from the next room. 

"That's the boy, Horatio," she called to that dog. Come and get it, boy. No 
foreplay today. I'm already warmed up!" 

The dog bounded right to her and nuzzled his mouth excitedly up against her 
pussy. As he sniffed at her his penis started to erect underneath him. I saw 
the big pink phallus pop up and rise to massive proportions. Once again, 
sir, that dog's penis was far bigger than mine could ever get up to. I don't 
think I'm insecure about it or anything, but I sure wish my prick could rise 
that big. 

"That's right, boy," she said as the dog started to sniff and lick at her 
slot. "I've already been fucked once just recently. You'll find some of the 
sperm still in there." 

The dog was holding perfectly still now as he sniffed and licked at her 
bush. 

"But don't worry about that sperm, Horatio," she said as she leaned over and 
rubbed her hands and tits against that dog. "The guy who fucked me wasn't 
half as satisfying as you are. She giggled and she must have already 
forgotten that I was even there. Some girlfriend, doctor. The next thing she 
did was give that dog a little suck on his penis. Then she slumped herself 
over the edge of the sofa and had the dog fuck her as her bare ass and 
vagina hung over the side. I watched the whole miserable thing. And even 
though I felt like beating off the whole time I resisted temptation. . . . 

. . . "In other words," I asked young Jamie as he brought his story to a 
conclusion, "from close up you watched your own girlfriend making love to 
that dog." 

"That's the story," he said. 

"Briefly describe the sex act," I said. "You say she was slumped over the 
side of the sofa?" 

"That's right," said Jamie. "She was completely bare and had the top part of 
her body lying flat on the sofa. But her ass and legs were dangling over the 
side. She was sort of in an L shape. And the Great Dane had evidently seen 
that position before." 

"Why do you think that?" I asked. 

"I think that because he knew exactly what to do," said Jamie. "He 
approached her and mounted quickly. She moved her ass just at the precise 
time that he was mounting up on her ass area. Just as his forepaws locked 
around her waist, she drew his long penis into her wet slot. Then the dog 
humped up against her with a frantic pistoning action. He drove his dick in 
and out of her and she repeatedly cursed at how nicely she was orgasming." 

"How long did it last?" I asked. 

"Maybe ten minutes," Jamie replied. 

"That long?" I asked in surprise. 

"At least," he said. "Then he came with a big throbbing climax that really 
sent her into ecstasy." The boy paused and then spoke again. "Fuck, sir," 
said the well mannered youngster. "I guess I can understand the whole thing. 
I mean, a dog's dork is pretty big. I can see how a girl would enjoy having 
it stuck inside her." 

"Continue," I said to Jamie. 

"Well," he said slowly. "The dog had a big climax inside her just when I was 
getting my own tool out and starting to stroke it. She claimed that she had 
a fantastic orgasm, doctor. But I know I'm the one who had the last laugh." 

"What do you mean by that, Jamie?" I asked. 

"Guess what I did after the dog had come in her," he said. 

"Tell me, Jamie," I said. "I'm not in the business of taking part in 
guessing games." 

"I got the dog to lick me off," Jamie said with a smile of malicious 
delight. "I showed that girl something, didn't I? She figured that she could 
have orgasms without me. But I showed her that the opposite is also true." 

"How did it happen?" I asked the boy. 

"It was easy, sir. After the dog had fucked her he turned and looked to see 
what I was doing. I guess the Great Dane was kind of an AC/DC style dog. You 
know. The kind that likes to go both ways." 

I nodded and Jamie continued. 

"He was attracted to the big lighthouse that I was flashing. 

"A lighthouse?" Tasked. 

"My pole," said Jamie quickly in explanation. "My erect phallus. It was 
standing up like a lighthouse." 

"I see," I said. "Continue." 

"Well," said Jamie, "when the dog saw my phallus standing up he came over 
for it. He licked the drops of come out of the spout on the tip. Then he 
kept licking." 

"And you did nothing to stop him?" I asked. 

"Why should I?" asked Jamie. "Women are such greedy cunts. Why shouldn't I 
get a piece of the canine action?" 

"Didn't you consider it a dirty perverted act?" I asked. "That's what you 
said it was when the females were doing it." 

"Yeah," said Jamie, breaking into an unusual amount of candor. "I considered 
that it was a pretty deviant thing to do. But I did it anyway." 

"Why?" I asked. 

"It felt good," Jamie said. "That's the only reason I need." 

"I see," I said. "Well then, Jamie," I said. "If that's the case I have just 
one final question for you." 

"Go ahead, sir," Jamie said. 

"I want an honest and totally frank answer, Jamie," I said. "Have you had 
further sexual relations with dogs?" 

The boy paused before answering. 

"This is an important question, Jamie," I said. "I need a totally honest 
answer." 

"I only did it to get even," said the boy. "I only did it because they 
deserve it." 

"Who deserved it?" I asked. 

"The girls," he said. "All of them." 

"What did you do?" I asked. "Honestly." 

Jamie described the acts he had engaged in. It seemed (and this was why 
school authorities had referred the boy to me and described him as a sexual 
problem) that the boy had on at least two occasions had intercourse with 
large dogs in front of female members of his high school class. 

Once Jamie had used a female sheepdog. The other time he'd used a large 
mongrel bitch. But both times Jamie had lowered his pants in front of 
several squealing girls in the corridors of the high school. Each time, 
despite how they squealed, the girls stayed to observe Jamie's penis 
penetrate the genital areas of those female dogs. This, of course, was 
normal girlish curiosity about sexual matters. It did not necessarily 
indicate that these young girls condoned or were titillated by this bestial 
performance. 

From the standpoint of psychosexual research, it is not difficult to see why 
Jamie was reacting the way he was. 

Jamie was deeply disturbed and emotionally upset over discovering that three 
of the women closest to him were involved in canine bestial sex. Being an 
impressionable youngster, Jamie was shocked and thoroughly traumatized when 
he discovered that his mother, sister and girlfriend were all committing 
acts which Jamie had always believed to be disgusting and perverted. It was 
logical then for Jamie to assume that all women seemed to desire canine sex. 

Further, Jamie's testimony revealed on at least two occasions that he feared 
the sexual potential of canines. Jamie constantly referred to the enormity 
of the phallic dimensions of large dogs. And Jamie was constantly comparing 
the penis of large dogs to his own penis. The sexual implications were 
obvious. Compared with the potency and size of a large dog, Jamie felt 
himself inadequate in penis size and therefore potentially inadequate as a 
lover. 

It had long since been discovered, of course, that penis size is not the 
determining factor of a woman's sexual gratification. Technique and ability 
to remain erect for several minutes are more important, for example, even 
though certain women are particularly keen on receiving a particularly long 
penis into their vaginas. This is a difficult concept for a young man to 
grasp, however. I had difficulty convincing Jamie that it was true. 

"How come they all comment on how big the dogs are?" Jamie asked me as we 
discussed his problems. "If penis size weren't important," he theorized, 
"how come women all comment on particularly long dicks?" 

"The size of a woman's breasts don't appreciably help a man's orgasms," I 
countered in trying to explain. "And yet men constantly comment over a pair 
of particularly buxom breasts." Jamie shrugged and appeared to understand a 
bit. 

Why was Jamie putting on bestial exhibitions in the corridors on his high 
school? This is the crux of his case and it's the basic problem that I had 
to deal with in dealing with Jamie. 

The fact is that Jamie was acting in a manner similar to that of a gentleman 
in the first volume of this two volume work. (I urge readers to return to 
that volume to study the case. Other readers who have not yet read Volume 
One would do well to do so. Readers will find those cases of canine bestial 
sex to be elementary, perhaps. But they will also find that Volume One 
contains the more "everyday" bestial occurences, the ones that appear within 
almost every family and every neighborhood. Certain readers who studied 
early editions of Volume One have commented that their study of Volume One 
has helped them to spot canine incidents developing very close to them.) 
Jamie was acting out a revenge syndrome in performing bestial sex acts in 
the halls of his school. It had come to Jamie's mind that all women were 
potentially interested in canine bestial sex. Since Jamie considered canine 
bestial sex a threat to him, he sought to confront the threat and negate it 
by showing that it was not a threat to him. Instead of it being a threat, he 
hoped the girls in his high school would see that canine sex was a threat to 
them, i.e., something that their boyfriends would enjoy indulging in instead 
of having sex with the girls. 

I explained my analysis of Jamie's case to his school authorities. I also 
had to explain my findings to Mrs. W., Jamie's mother. She was incensed that 
her boy had spied on her while she had been having sex with the St. Bernard. 
Despite her protestations, however, I was able to keep Jamie in professional 
therapy. He reports back to me once a week and describes his feelings about 
women, canines and bestial sex. Jamie has been meeting with me for nine 
months as of the publication of this volume. He has broken off all sexual 
relations with human females and now has sex with a coterie of five or six 
female dogs. I'm sorry to report that Jamie's case-due to the deeply 
traumatizing shock created by his mother, sister and girlfriend-will 
probably become much worse before it improves. There is a chance also that 
Jamie will never improve. He may remain in his bestial patterns as he passes 
into adulthood. If that happens, he may permanently lose all desire to have 
sex with human females. 

Jamie, unfortunately, is a case of an impressionable youngster who has 
gotten the wrong impression. It is lamentable that Jamie's personality was 
not more similar to that of Theodore McV., a gentleman whose case appears 
next in this volume. Mrs. McV., Mr. McV.'s wife, came to my offices to 
describe the bestial events which had threatened to make a shambles of their 
otherwise happy marriage. Mr. McV., however, and his wife Thelma, were more 
adaptable than young Jamie. They were able to accept bestiality as what they 
considered to be "a perfectly valid sexual experience, inside or outside of 
the marriage." Several neighborhood canines were the prime beneficiaries of 
their liberalism. 

 * * * 

CASE HISTORY FIVE 

Mrs. Thelma McV., thirty-one years of age, came to my offices to discuss a 
problem which she felt would cripple her marriage and render her a 
frustrated woman for the rest of her life. 

"What exactly is the problem?" I asked her as she sat in my office with a 
white handkerchief crumpled in her trembling hands. 

"D-d-d-dogs," she answered. 

"Bestiality?" I asked. 

She nodded and dabbed at her saddened moist eyes with her handkerchief. 

"Have you a tendency to have sex with dogs?" I asked. 

"Me?" she snapped in surprise and disgust. "Lord, no! It's not me. It's . . 
. it's Ted, my husband." 

She referred to Mr. Theodore McV., a construction foreman and her husband 
for the last eleven years. 

"Your husband has sex with dogs ?" I asked. 

"He does," she nodded, courageously fighting back the tears and resisting 
the desire to sob. "And he wants me to join in. He says he wants me to get 
balled by a dog. He even has the dog all picked out that he wants me to get 
fucked by!" 

"What species is it?" I asked as she crumpled the handkerchief again and 
dabbed at her wet eyes. 

"He's a big mutt!" she whined. "I think he's a big animalistic mutt!" she 
screamed. 

"The dog your husband wants you to have sex with is a mixed breed?" I asked. 
"A mongrel?" 

"I'm talking about him," she whined again. "My husband. He's a big mutt! The 
dog is a collie!" 

I advised Mrs. McV. to please refrain from any name-calling episodes as they 
did little good in attempting to solve her emotional and bestial problems. 
But Mrs. McV. was too distraught to reason rationally with me. 

"I can't help it, doctor," she snapped at me, still talking through muffled 
sobs. "My religion doesn't recognize divorce. I'm stuck with the husband 
that I've got. And yet he likes dogs more than he likes me." 

"That is a problem," I agreed. "But we might be able to find some solution 
to it." 

"I don't know what we can do, doctor," she said. "Every time we get ready 
for sex he always has to try to bring a dog into the act." 

"Can you give me an example of what you're talking about?" I asked. 

"Sure," she said. "I'll tell you about the most recent incident. This will 
go a long way toward explaining what I put up with." 

"Please begin," I said. And Mrs. McV. promptly told me this story. . . . 

. . . The fact is, doctor, that my husband can deal out a pretty good fuck 
when he wants to. He's got a hard organ that can rise up to very impressive 
lengths. When he puts it inside me it feels simply wonderful. And I must 
admit that there is no thrill for me which is quite like the thrill of 
having his big hard organ spasming its seeds down into my cunt. 

It all started with something that I thought was kind of perverse to start 
with. My husband agreed to be an "agent" for two people who wanted to mate 
their dogs. Wait till I tell you what an agent is. It sound like a high 
class canine pimp. 

My husband got twenty-five dollars apiece from the owners of two Dalmatians. 
Then he paid ten dollars to borrow a female husky for a day. 

I had no idea what my husband was up to until he told me that he was the 
"agent" who was involved in breeding the dogs. 

"I arrange that the two Dalmatians get together and copulate," said Ted to 
me. "And for that I get fifty dollars." 

"Fine," I said to him as he brought those three dogs into the living room of 
the house. "But what's the third dog for?" 

"Breeding," he said. "I'm going to get that sweet little female husky laid 
tonight, too." 

"With whom?" I asked, failing to understand his plot. 

"You'll find out fast enough," he said to me. "Just promise me not to be 
surprised. Things might seem a little weird to you at first tonight." 

I promised him that I wouldn't be surprised, but deep down inside I knew I 
was fairly certainly going to be. I'm a very conservative girl when it comes 
to sexual matters. My husband knew that. That's why he knew that I was going 
to be pissing into my tampon about what he was going to do later. 

"There's one thing that's very important to successfully breeding these 
dogs," he said to me a bit later in the evening. 

"What's that?" I asked. 

"The dogs have to be put into the proper mood," he said. "They have to sense 
that there's a sexual scent in the air." Ted smiled at me lustfully as he 
explained that. 

"What do you mean," she said. 

"I mean," he continued, "that for the good of the dogs we're going to have 
to take our clothes off." 

I was going to protest, but Ted convinced me. He didn't convince me with 
words, he convinced me through the use of his hands and fingers. He reached 
underneath my skirt and pawed upwards at my crotch. He rubbed his hand 
firmly against my crotch and I could feel my clitoris- becoming hot and 
excited. 

"Ted, please," I begged him. The three dogs were standing around and 
watching us as he felt me up beneath my skirt. One of his fingers was 
pressing right through my panties onto the most sensitive part of my vaginal 
complex. 

"Come on, Thelma," he goaded me. "Panties down." 

I did it just to please him, doctor. I wasn't really anxious to take down 
those panties and reveal my bare bush in front of those three dogs. 
Something about those canines made me very uneasy. Maybe there were sexual 
overtones in the air because I knew those dogs were here in our house for 
the purpose of fucking. In any event, I let my husband undress me 
completely, even though the male dog was really staring at my bush. 

"Aren't you going to undress, too?" I asked Ted. 

"Of course I am," he said. "Look at that," he said pointing to the big bulge 
that his prick was making from beneath his fly. "You don't think I'm going 
to let that big rod go to waste, do you?" 

I shook my head. He opened up his pants and took out that massive 
blue-veined organ of his. As he removed his shirt I instinctively got down 
onto my knees and sucked on his penis a bit. The big swollen head of his 
member felt good in my mouth as it puffed up even farther. I licked and 
sucked on his rod as he took all of his clothes off. I kept working on his 
tool until one of those damned dogs rubbed up against me. 

"Careful!" said Ted. I had almost taken a nip out of his prick when I jumped 
in surprise when that dog rubbed against me. 

"Which one is it?" I asked, looking over my shoulder. I was still caressing 
my husband's balls while that dog rubbed up against me. I liked the feeling 
of the fur against my skin, but I didn't like the next thing I noticed about 
the dog. 

"Ted," I whined to my husband. "That Dalmatian has his prick up!" 

"An excellent sign," Ted said. "He's getting ready to fuck." "Who's he 
getting ready to fuck?" I asked nervously. "Me or the female Dalmatian?" 

"Would you like him to fuck you?" Ted asked with an all-too-interested tone 
of voice. Something told me that he wasn't kidding. 

"Certainly not!" I squealed. "That would be dirty and intensely disgusting. 
I wouldn't like that at all." 

"How unfortunate," Ted replied. "You're simply never going to be a 
thoroughly modern girl, are you?" 

I didn't know what he meant by that remark, but before I could ask him what 
he meant my attention had been distracted by something else. 

"Look," Ted said. "The female is getting ready. Look how she's wriggling her 
ass to lure her mate. Doesn't she look just like the faggots that cruise in 
the square down the street?" 

I looked at the female. My husband was right. The female of those two black 
and white spotted dogs was holding her ass in a perfect fuck-me position, 
just like some of the fairies in the park do. 

"Quick!" my husband said next. "It's important that we keep the suggestion 
of sex in the air." 

He pulled me down to the floor among those three dogs. He leaned over and 
kissed me, pressing his firm hairy chest right up against my boobs. Then he 
pushed his hand down to my muff and began to run his fingers through the wet 
outer lips of my vagina. 

"Oh, Teddy," I moaned as the tips of two of his fingers alternated in a deep 
penetrating circular motion around my clitoris. "Oh, Teddy, that feels good! 
Mmmmm! So fucking good!" 

It certainly did feel good, doctor. His fingers were tormenting that 
wonderful little spot down there. I closed my eyes and leaned onto his 
strong shoulders. I opened my legs as wide as they could go and I opened up 
a gaping big crack right between my legs. 

"Tease me down there," I begged him. "Tease me with those fingers and then 
fuck me." 

He did. He 'teased me for several minutes with those fingers until I just 
lay completely out on the floor and held my legs as far apart as possible. 

"How about some licking?" he asked me then. 

"Uh huh," I said in soft enthusiastic agreement. "Licking would be 
wonderful!" 

I kept my eyes closed and I held my legs apart. And then my husband's 
fingers pulled away from my gaping crack. A second later a big long tongue 
began to slurp across the up and down length of my cunt. 

"Oh, Teddy," I cooed. "I've never felt a licking that good!" I hadn't. That 
tongue seemed much longer than my husband's tongue had ever been before. And 
it was a little rougher, in a very sexy way. It was probing deeply into me 
and was slurping back and forth in a simply wonderful manner. 

"Oh, Teddy," I cooed. "What a tongue! It feels so long! It feels long enough 
to be . . . to be . . ." A thought crossed my mind and I opened my eyes to 
look. ". . . to be a dog's tongue!" I roared. 

And that's exactly what it was! 

"Hey! Fuck! Get that dirty animal away from my muff!" I yelled when I looked 
up and saw that the male Dalmatian was down there licking my vagina. 

"But you admitted that it felt good," Ted said to me as he patted the dog. I 
tried to close my legs together to force the dog's tongue out. But the dog's 
tongue had my pussy so wide and wet that I couldn't close them. The pussy 
was soaking wet and the big tongue was so pleasing that it took all the 
willpower I could muster to close those legs together. 

"Please, Teddy," I whined. "Please pull him off me." 

"But you said that you-" "Get him off," I insisted. "This is sick and dirty. 
I don't want a dog licking my muff!" 

Ted pulled the dog away from me by lifting up the dog beneath his front 
legs. As the dog was lifted up I saw the big erect pink phallus that had 
popped up underneath the dog. I was in awe over how big the dog's dick was. 
I stayed right on the ground of that room and stared at the big rod. And 
then I looked at the female Dalmatian as she continued to wriggle her hips 
and lure the male over to her. 

"Over there, boy," said Ted to that dog. And the Dalmatian scooted over to 
the female. Ted's hand drifted down to my bush. I had a very sensitive 
feeling at my bush thanks to all the licking that the dog had given me. Ted 
rubbed my clit and relieved that feeling of urgency that I felt down there. 
I moaned and then I looked up at the dogs. 

The Dalmatians were sniffing at each other's crotches, standing on all fours 
next to each other and sniffing and snorting beneath each other's tails. 

"Watch this," said Ted as he continued to rub my clitoris. "Watch how the 
dog mounts his mate." 

I concentrated on that feeling in my clit. Then I saw the male Dalmatian, 
the one that had been licking my very own pussy, moved around behind the 
female dog. Then I saw him go up on top of her. I saw that big prong rise as 
she pushed her ass back to it. And then I watched the female wriggle her ass 
area, move her tail to the side and look back over her shoulder as the male 
dog stuck his big pink penis directly into her slot. 

The female uttered a low moan of satisfaction at the insertion of the male's 
dick. She then held her pussy steady and moved from side to side with gentle 
undulating motions as the male dog pounded his firm hard dick in and out of 
her, bringing both of them up to firm hard orgasms. 

Then I looked at my husband's prong. It was rigid and sticking straight up. 
He had a huge swollen crown on the tip of his rod already so I began to 
finger the sensitive underside of of his penis with the tip of my finger. I 
was even able to get some of the sperm out of his nozzle and spread it 
around his dick. 

Out of the corner of my eye I could see the two Dalmatians humping back and 
forth joyfully. And strangely, the female husky who had been standing around 
by herself was beginning to undulate her back area too. 

"What's her problem?" I asked my husband. 

"The same problem as any other woman," he said to me. "She wants to get her 
pussy fucked." 

"I think I do, too," I said to him, moving his hand to where it could caress 
the inner lips of my vagina. "Give me a few fingers down there between the 
pussy lips. Then give me a prick when the fingers get all soaked." 

I turned onto my back and my husband mounted me. As he slid his rigid tool 
into me and began to stroke it back and forth, I wrapped my arms and legs 
around him. I humped my vagina briskly up and back and I did everything I 
could to make my vaginal walls rhythm and flutter against the shaft of his 
prick. 

The female and male Dalmatians were moaning and uttering low growls of 
excitement as the male neared his ejaculation. I also noticed that the husky 
was still motioning with her ass. But what bothered me was that she seemed 
to be looking at Ted and not at the female and male Dalmatians. Just who was 
she expecting to have fuck her, I began to wonder. I should have know. I 
should have known by the way Ted erected when she started those motions. 

Ted pumped his prick back and forth inside me relentlessly. He drove me to 
orgasm after orgasm, pounding that long dick in and out of me until my legs 
and arms were so tired that I could hardly keep them wrapped around him. 

"Ted, please," I gasped. "Let me catch my breath!" And that's when he did 
it, doctor. That's when he broke away from me and headed straight for the 
husky. ... 

. . . "The husky?" I asked Mrs. McV. as she continued, to mangle that cloth 
handkerchief in her hands. 

"That's right," she said bitterly. "That husky. I should have seen the light 
as soon as I counted an extra female around for that evening. It was 
something I should have foreseen. But how could I have known that my husband 
was going to pull a perverted thing like that on me. And I do mean pull!" 

"What happened exactly?" I pressed. 

"Ted pulled out of me all of a sudden. I had had a pussyful of orgasms, so 
it didn't leave me frustrated. But I couldn't figure out why he had pulled 
out while his rod was still big and thick. 'Honey,' I said to him, 'your 
rod. It hasn't come yet'." 

"And what did he say?" I asked the distraught Mrs. McV. 

"He said he was about to come," she replied. "And he told me that there was 
a certain place he wanted to put it. Well, the mere shock of it all stunned 
me. He went over to that husky and grabbed her by her rotating hips. He 
pushed the penis right to the hole beneath her tail and I had to watch as my 
husband's penis slid into the dog." 

"Continue," I said as Mrs. McV. faltered slightly. 

"Well, doctor, I'm still in shock over it. I saw the Dalmatians humping back 
and forth, still enraptured by their sex act. But then as I looked at the 
Dalmatians I could also see my own husband, Ted, fucking the frigging 
daylights over that bitchy husky." 

"Did you attempt to break things up?" I asked. "Maybe if you had thrown a 
bucket of cold water on them they would have-" "Impossible," said Mrs. McV. 
"If that was what my husband wanted to do I couldn't stop him. And I was too 
tired to get up and have a big fight with them. There was just nothing I 
could do. Nothing at all." 

"I see," I said. 

"But the worst was just about to come," Mrs. McV. continued. "After Ted had 
come inside the husky and after the two Dalmatians had climaxed with each 
other, Ted got the idea that I had been left out. So he waited until the 
Dalmatian got another erection. Then immediately picked up the male 
Dalmatian and dropped him onto me, almost in perfect fucking position." 

"Did you have intercourse with the dog?" I asked Mrs. McV. 

"No," she said sullenly. "I fought wildly to prevent it. While the dog was 
dropped on me he had his prick right in the proper position for fucking. The 
head of his penis had actually slipped maybe an inch of the way in." 

"An inch?" I asked. 

"That's right, doctor," Mrs. McV. answered. 

"Then from a clinical standpoint," I said to her in all objectivity, "you 
did have sex with the dog." 

"I did not!" she insisted. 

"Penetration, however slight, is equivalent to the entire act," I said to 
Mrs. McV. "I'm very sorry to have to inform you of this, but from a clinical 
standpoint, you have actually had sexual intercourse with a . . . with a . . 
. What kind of dog was it?" 

"A Dalmatian," she muttered. 

"Thank you. With a Dalmatian. I'm sorry to have to inform you of this, but 
the facts are facts." 

"I feel nauseous, doctor," Mrs. McV. replied with a dull tone of voice. "I 
can't go on any more today." 

On that note I excused Mrs. McV., allowing her to make a second appointment 
for a week hence. 

II Mrs. McV. did not return for her scheduled second appointment. Not only 
did she not re- turn for the appointment, but she did not write or telephone 
to either break the appointment or to explain why she had missed it. 

I knew that Mrs. McV. had been terribly upset and almost sick to her stomach 
when she departed after her first appointment, but I was intrigued enough 
with her case to want to talk to her again. I considered her a patient who 
badly needed professional help. Yet if she would not return to my offices, 
she wouldn't get the help that she needed. 

In that case, I telephoned her home several times. Most of the time there 
was no answer. Twice her husband answered and refused to pass on a message 
that I had called. On one other occasion I managed to reach her by 
telephone. But as soon as I gave my name to inform her who I was, she hung 
up. 

I then gave up on Mrs. McV. I allowed several weeks to pass. And then one. 
day, four months after her first appointment in my office, she appeared in 
my waiting room at a few minutes past five in the afternoon. 

"Doctor?" she asked. "May I have a brief word with you?" 

"Of course, Mrs. McV.," I said to her, recognizing her immediately. "Come 
into my interviewing area." 

"I didn't come for an interview," she said. "I just wanted to talk." 

"Do you have a problem?" I asked. 

She shook her head and smiled. Unlike the first visit, on which she was 
extremely shaken and nervous, she was very collected, calm and poised. It 
was a welcome change from her first visit. 

"No problem, doctor," she said. "No problems any more." 

When she came into my inner office she refused to lie on the interviewing 
couch. Instead she seated herself at a chair on the other side of my desk. I 
asked her why she had come. 

"You're making a case history study of women who have had bestial 
experiences, aren't you?" she asked. 

"I am," I nodded. 

"That's why I came," she said. 

"Why?" 

"I . . . I've been fucking with dogs now," she said. "Just like my husband 
wanted me to." 

"Were you forced?" I asked. 

"No," she said. "I finally came to the decision by myself. And I . . . well, 
how should I say this, I-" "You enjoy it," I said calmly. 

"That's right, doctor," she said. "I do." She paused and then added. "I find 
it very pleasing." 

"Many women do," I informed her. 

"I know," she said. "I've talked to my friends about it. You know, the girls 
at the office, the girls at the bridge club. Wives of Ted's friends. A lot 
of women are balling with animals these days, doctor. Dogs in particular." 

"I know," I said. "Can you tell me what happened?" I asked. "The last time 
you were here you were dead set against bestial sex with canines. The 
thought of it even seemed to disgust you." 

"I've changed quite a bit since then," she said. 

"Obviously," I said. "But there must have been a reason for such an abrupt 
change." 

"There was," she said as she playfully tapped her brain area with her 
forefinger. "I began to think." 

"To think?" I asked. 

"That's right," she said. "To think. Instead of accepting all the 
traditional claptrap about bestial sex I began to examine the whole thing 
all over again." 

"Please, Mrs. McV.," I said to her. "I must hear about it. Please tell me 
about this dramatic change of heart in its entirety." 

Mrs. Thelma McV. then gave me this account of her stirring and dramatic 
change of heart on canine bestiality. . . . 

. . . Doctor, when I left here after my interview the last time I was upset 
almost to the point, of wanting to kill myself. Yes, I mean that. That's how 
upset I was. I kept thinking that my poor vagina had been dirtied forever 
with the prong of a dirty filthy dog. Who knows where it's been or what 
germs it might have been carrying. When I got home, doctor, and fully 
realized that-according to what you said-I had actually clinically been 
fucked by a canine, I turned my face into the sink and I barfed up just 
about everything that I'd eaten in the last week. Yes, doctor, I was sick to 
my stomach over the thought that I had actually had bestial sex with a 
canine. 

I figured it was my husband's fault. After all, he had been the one who had 
dropped the dog on top of me, enabling that beast to sully my vagina with 
his dick. So I held my husband to blame for several weeks. And I refused to 
fuck for him or in any way touch his penis. 

Finally my husband got really pissed. He started to fuck dogs right out in 
the open in the house. I remember collies, spaniels, setters, hounds, 
retrievers, and just about anything else with furry coats or with canine 
qualities. If it barked, my husband would fuck it. 

Then he got tired of screwing dogs. He didn't stop screwing them, but he 
just wanted a bit of variety. So he took me by force a few times. I knew I 
wasn't strong enough to resist, so I didn't even try. I just lay there with 
my legs apart when he wanted to have his orgasms inside me. I didn't even 
move or squirm. I just lay there like a dead fish. Finally that got a little 
boring for him, too. 

Meanwhile my own horniness was coming back. My vagina began to get hungry 
for something to be put into it. And as my horniness returned to me I began 
to think anew about that incident with the dog that had started all the 
trouble. I began to think anew about the entire concept of bestiality. 

Gradually I began to talk to my closest girlfriends. I began to ask them 
about what they'd done in the line of bestial sex. And I began to get 
answers that definitely would shock plenty of people. 

I know I was sure surprised when I discovered Teresa Watson right next door, 
a cute little college grad, had had sex with a horse during her college 
years. Similarly, I was shocked when I discovered that Susan Campbell, a 
woman in my bridge club, had had sex with a big fat torn cat right in front 
of her own children. And I guess the one that surprised me most was the 
story I heard from Barbara Percelles. Barbara told me that she used to work 
for a company called Stag Incorporated which put on stag parties and stag 
movies. During her act, Barbara not only had anal sex with a man but she 
also was fucked by a small bear. 

This was stunning, doctor. I never imagined that so many women were turning 
to bestiality these days. And these were a bunch of clean living, good 
suburban housewives. And they all said that fucking with dogs was something 
that they did as a matter of course. All of them (plus so many of my other 
friends) all said that they had fucked with so many dogs that they just 
couldn't possibly give an accurate count. Well, doctor, that made me feel 
better about the fact that I had actually had a dog penis in me, even if it 
had only been in about an inch. But the more I thought about it, the more I 
thought I was missing out on something. So I went to my husband and told him 
what I was thinking. 

"You've come to a decision?" he asked me. "What is it?" 

"I've decided," I said to him, "that I'd like to be fucked by a canine after 
all." 

"You would?" he asked excitedly. 

"I would," I answered calmly. "I want you to get that collie that you've 
been talking about all this time. I want you to have him get hard and then I 
want you to drop him on me so that his cock can slide right in." 

"Terrific!" he said. And about an hour later my husband and I were nude up 
in the bedroom with that collie. 

Teddy gave me exactly what I wanted. He instructed me on how to rub my boobs 
against the collie's fur so that my boobs would be drawn up to huge hard 
peaks by the sensual fur coat that the collie wore. 

"Now kiss his penis," my husband said to me after I'd rubbed my boobs 
against that canine's fur coat. 

"Fellatio?" I asked. "With a dog?" 

"Why not?" he said as the brown and tan collie erected a long pointed penis 
and waited for me to do something to it. "The collie is a male. All males 
like to have their cocks licked. You're old enough to know that." 

I leaned under the dog and I took the dog's penis in my mouth. Frankly, it 
wasn't much different than all the human penises I'd had in my mouth. It was 
firm and hard and fleshy. And all the time that I tooled it in my mouth I 
was thinking about how good it would feel tucked between the lips of my 
vagina. Well, I didn't have to wait long to learn just how good that would 
feel." 

My husband made me turn over on my hands and knees. I was expecting to get 
it from the position in which I'd had it the first time. 

"I insist you use this method," Teddy said to me. "It won't be so hard for 
the prick to get all the way in." 

Ted knew more than I did about it, so I listened to him and did things the 
way he wanted. I got onto my hands and knees and I held my legs far apart, 
just as if I were getting ready for my husband to fuck me vaginally from 
behind or anally from the same position. It was a. good fucking position and 
I knew the collie would do well with it. 

Then I felt the licking. The dog's tongue was slurping into my vagina from 
the underside. It felt every bit as good as the Dalmatian's tongue had felt 
that day a few months earlier. I let him lick me for several minutes. I 
marveled at the way the dog's big tongue was able to find and concentrate on 
that little bump of a clit way down on my underside. 

"Please, Teddy," I then moaned to my husband who was directing this whole 
operation. "The penis. The penis. I'm really hungry for the dog's penis!" 

"I'll bet you are," Teddy chirped merrily. "Well, what you want is what you 
get. Up, boy!" 

At Teddy's command, the dog jumped up and mounted me. He slammed those long 
forelegs of his around me, just as a male dog slams them around a female dog 
when he fucks her. And he pulled my ass backwards into his loins. I felt the 
tip of his penis squirt against the bare fleshy cheek of my ass. Then I felt 
the head of it poking into my anus. And then finally with one more quick 
upward jerk the collie's penis shoved itself upwards and into me. I gasped 
with satisfaction and I moaned with desire and appreciation. The collie 
rhythmed that penis vigorously in and out of me, doctor. He brought me up to 
a huge initial orgasm and then he battered his penis back and forth into me. 
He worked me up to an ecstasy that I had never ever known, doctor. And never 
ever thought possible. . . . 

. . . "And what about your husband?" I asked Mrs. McV. as she concluded her 
important conversation on the subject of her bestial inclinations. "What did 
he do?" 

"He masturbated," said Mrs. McV. "I was watching him masturbate as the dog 
pumped his dick in and out of my pussy. The dog gave me a long sustained 
orgasm, doctor. But the biggest and most climactic moment came at the end, 
at the end when I positively could not take any more fucking." 

"What happened?" I asked. 

"The dog climaxed just when my husband came into his hand," said Mrs. McV. 
"Feeling the dog ejaculate and seeing my husband ejaculate, I worked up a 
real bomb of an orgasm for myself. Then my pussy exploded into a massive 
deep pulsating orgasm that pumped all the way through my body. From that 
moment on, doctor, I knew there'd always be room for a dog in my vagina." 

"Thank you, Mrs. McV.," I said to her then. "I have no further questions." 

Mrs. McV. and I chatted cordially for a few more minutes and then Mrs. McV. 
excused herself. 

I was pleased that she had adapted so well. She said that she and her 
husband still exchange the love and affection that they exchanged when they 
were newlyweds. But now, with the advent of bestiality into their marriage, 
they find that their sexual acts can be just that much more exciting if they 
include canines. 

Male dogs have sex with Mrs. McV. and Mr. McV., under the eyes of his wife, 
likes to have sex with females. Oral, anal and genital sex are all included. 
It is not unusual to find dog-hairs between the sheets in the master bedroom 
in the McV. household. 

The McV.'s insist that this is completely moral and ethical. I did not voice 
my opinion on the matter to them. They felt that bestiality has saved their 
marriage and on that point I cannot argue with them. On other points, 
however, I would make very strenuous objections. 

And it is these objections which I now-now that I have presented the 
patients' side of things-present in the final few paragraphs of summation. 

 * * * 

SUMMATION 

I have until now withheld my personal thoughts about the canine sex 
syndrome. I have withheld these personal ideas because it has been my wish 
not to prejudice the reader's reactions to these five very frank people who 
have spoken their minds and bared their souls in Volume Two of this combined 
two volume study. And I would again urge readers to return to Volume One if 
such readers have not already done so. Even to a reader who might have 
already finished a study of the five case histories included in this volume, 
the actions of the men and women in Volume One will include definite 
surprises. 

There can be no doubt that bestial occurrences are increasing in vast 
proportions in the United States of today. Many people consider this a 
blessing. And these same people cite the fact that this additional sexual 
freedom allows a man or a woman or a couple the freedom to experiment with 
sex in ways that were never considered possible for past generations. 

To be even more specific, people like the McV.'s in Case History Five of 
this volume would cite the fact that bestial sex helped them to a better 
marriage, based on a more varied sexual diet and a more permissive sexual 
manner in the home. 

This opinion of the McV. family is an opinion shared by many these days. It 
is not, however, an opinion which I share. 

As a psychosexual researcher, I may be something of a traditionalist. I 
feel, however, that bestial sex between men, women and canines is very 
definitely not what nature intended. While it is not uncommon, we can 
honestly admit that it is not normal, either. And while for semantic reasons 
we might be prevented from saying that it is perverted, we can also safely 
say that it very much deviates from the norm of sexual behavior. 

Nor is this deviancy a merely cultural phenomenon. While bestial sex with 
dogs is practiced openly in some parts of the world, in no part of the world 
is it "accepted" as standard sexual behavior. It is considered world-wide to 
be a deviancy, which, in my humble but educated opinion, is exactly what it 
is. 

My opinion, however, is just that. I have no right to tell a patient to 
continue or not to continue to practice what he or she sexually prefers. And 
as long as no one in our society assumes that "big brother" role of telling 
our citizens who may or may not practice a specific form of sex, bestial sex 
between humans and canines will invariably increase. I personally deplore 
the trend, but it is but a minor drawback in a free society. 


End
