Servicing Her Pet
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INTRODUCTION 

A number of recent reports about teenage girls' exploits with their pets 
have appeared in the press. One sexually inquisitive adolescent was 
deflowered by her boxer dog. Another teen ager, whose sexual adventures 
suggested nymphomania, admitted to having sexual relations with her pony. 
Another teenage girl put on human-animal sex shows for her boyfriends. Still 
another teenager admitted that she had experimented with bestiality after 
watching a porno movie involving a girl and a police dog. Another adolescent 
indulged in human-animal sex as a sideshow for her older brother, with whom 
she was having an incestuous affair. And so it goes. 

Although alarming to the uninformed, bestiality is as old as men. Ancient 
myths are filled with legends of. girls and women who have cohabited with 
animals or half-animals and allegedly with great success. Greek mythology 
contains numerous examples of human-animal sex, as do the legends of other 
ancient societies. The human fascination for bestiality continues to this 
day, as can be seen from numerous examples. Porno movies featuring girls and 
dogs do a brisk business and live exhibitions featuring girls and dogs do a 
brisk business and live exhibitions featuring girls and animals are well 
attended. Wealthy men often pay young girls to stage such performances for 
their private benefit. Books concerning bestiality enjoy a wide readership 
and many expressions in use in everyday speech clearly indicate an 
underlying current of animal-sexual magnetism. 

What accounts for such wide interest in bestiality? For one thing, animals 
are considered to have qualities that humans consider desirable as far as 
sex is concerned. Animals are supposedly aggressive, uninhibited, sexually 
unrepressed, brave and gifted with great sexual potency. In an apparent 
attempt to acquire such qualities by magical association, athletic teams are 
often named after animals. Such names are often dripping with animal-sexual 
connotations, such as the Los Angeles Rams or the South Caroline Gamecocks. 

Although in this book we are going to concentrate on the animal sexual 
experiences of teen age girls, adolescent girls are by no means the only 
practitioners of bestiality. As readers of the author's works are aware, 
women of all age groups participate in bestiality. However, the individual 
motivations for such behavior often vary according to age. Older women often 
resort to bestiality because of an absence of satisfactory adult partners. 
The lonely widow who pours gravy on her genitals for the delectation of her 
French poodle is not simply a creation of pornographic writers; such women 
in fact exist and in much larger numbers than is generally understood. 

However, teenage girls who participate in animal sexual experiences are 
rarely motivated by loneliness or social isolation. The motivations of such 
girls vary from pure sexual inquisitiveness to nymphomaniac necessity. Such 
girls often prefer animal sex because it lacks the emotional commitments and 
dangers that lurk in human relationships. Because of their youth, such girls 
have more pliant personalities than older women and are therefore more 
venture some in their sexual activities. Just as such girls might smoke pot 
or engage in other activities that adults would frown upon or downright 
condemn, girls of this age often experiment with bestiality just to see what 
it's like. 

Teenage girls are often persuaded to experiment with bestiality by male 
acquaintances, including brothers and other relatives with whom they have 
developed incestuous relationships. Indeed, the human male is fascinated by 
the sight of a girl copulating with an animal, and often goes to great 
lengths to observe bestial demonstrations. Since teenage girls are more 
tractable and sexual adventurous than older women, they are frequently 
sought out by males who desire human-animal sexual exhibitions. 

There are no geographic connotations to teen age bestiality. Rural areas 
with their general loneliness, isolation and ready availability of animals 
have historically been prime breeding grounds for bestiality, both male and 
female. However; there are numerous reports of girls who live in urban areas 
who experiment with animal contacts. Many young women who keep dogs 
ostensibly for security purposes are in fact only indulging habits that they 
picked up in their teens. Teenage bestiality occurs not only in this 
country, but all over the world. Numerous cases have been reported both in 
Europe and Asia in recent years. 

There are those who think that bestiality is confined to the lower economic 
classes. For the most part, this is simply another manifestation of class 
snobbery. In fact, as a number of studies have shown, growing wealth, 
affluence and education make sexual gratification all the more difficult to 
attain and often leads to experimentation in the more far out forms of 
sexual activity. As a result, Lesbianism, bestiality, sadomasochism and 
other forms of sexual behavior generally defined as deviate or offbeat are 
more often found as one moves up the economic scale. 

Teenage girls and other females as well, often indulge in bestiality as a 
defense against Lesbian tendencies. For various reasons beyond the scope of 
this work, many females are highly fearful of becoming Lesbians and will go 
off on various sexual by-ways to avoid Lesbianism. Some girls resort to 
bestiality after a preliminary and guilt-laden filing with Lesbianism. 
Others indulge in bestiality without any overt Lesbian experience, but an 
analysis of their underlying motives discloses strong but latent Lesbian 
tendencies. 

There are numerous myths about animal sexuality and interviews with teenage 
girls show that most of them have been completely taken in by such beliefs. 
For example, it is widely believed that an animal is capable of providing 
much greater sexual satisfaction than a human male. Indeed, it is believed 
by some that a woman who has made it with an animal will never again truly 
enjoy sex with a human male. (A similar and related myth is the notion that 
a white woman who has been sexually gratified by a black male will never 
enjoy sex with a white man again.) 

The facts, of course, are quite otherwise. Animal sex if often totally crude 
and brutally quick. Ejaculation is almost automatic and foreplay 
non-existent. As a result, it is quite impossible for an animal to provide 
true physical gratification for a human female. However, the test of sexual 
satisfaction is what one believes and a woman who is convinced that animal 
sex is more satisfying will in fact be more satisfied. Thus, we may say that 
the myth of greater animal sexual satisfaction has a psychic reality. 

Another widespread myth about animal sexuality is the idea that animals are 
sexually attracted to human females. For an animal, sexual excitement is 
produced by the sense of smell rather than visual attractiveness. Apart from 
some rudimentary interest in feminine odors, animals have no basic sexual 
instinct to ward human partners and the initiative for such encounters must 
necessarily come from the human involved. Women who become involved with 
animals often come up with rather elaborate excuses and rationalizations for 
such con duct and often more or less try to pin the blame on the animal 
involved. To understand such behavior, one must be able to cast aside such 
nationalizations to grasp the true motivations involved. 

Another and similar myth is the notion that animals are capable of raping 
women. Women who have animal contacts often paint rather vivid pictures of 
being physically attacked and overwhelmed by an animal. The fact is, of 
course, that rape is entirely a human phenomenon. Animals do not rape and in 
fact have intercourse only when the female is in heat. Thus, in the animal 
world sex is employed purely for the purposes of procreation, although that 
is not to say that the male animal does not enjoy it. All of this of course 
does not prevent women from weaving fantasies about their experiences with 
animals and rape is a favorite rationalization who have given way to a fling 
with bestiality. 

In this book, we intend to examine the subject of teenage girls and animal 
contacts. Bestiality has long been a subject forbidden by law, scripture and 
common morality and has been universally condemned. However, the relative 
frequency of animal contacts, particularly by young and impressionable 
girls, calls for a thoughtful reexamination of the entire subject. In this 
book, we will concentrate on actual case histories of teenage animal 
contacts with their related problems: incest, nymphomania, virginity, 
exhibitionism and the like. 

-Daniel Lyons Chicago, Illinois May, 1974 


CHAPTER ONE - BESTIALITY AND THE TEENAGER 

Subject: Wendy File: D.L. 114 Age: 16 

"Oh, that itch in my pussy is driving me crazy!" sixteen-year-old Wendy 
thought to herself as she squirmed in her seat at the consolidated rural 
high school where she was a sophomore. 

Blonde, vivacious and well endowed physically, Wendy was a bright, 
attractive girl who had ambitions of becoming a stewardess. In that way, she 
could see the world and escape the limitations imposed by the small town 
where she lived. She loved to dress in an eye-catching manner designed to 
advertise her wares to the world. At the moment, she was dressed in a form 
fitting cashmere sweater molded tightly around her buxom young figure and 
short skirt that revealed shapely legs attired in sheer tan nylon. 

"I can't wait to get out of here!" she half whispered to herself as the 
class dragged on. 

Late afternoons were always an uneasy time for the attractive teenager. Her 
skin fitting pantyhose which she wore to conform with current fashions acted 
as a constant irritant against the full pink lips of her vulva and would 
almost invariably produce an almost allergic itch after a few hours. At 
times, she could barely refrain from fingering herself as she squirmed her 
way through her final classes of the day. 

Like many girls in her age group, Wendy was a sexually adventurous young 
lady. She had lost her virginity at thirteen to an older boy in the 
neighborhood and that first experience had led to many others with various 
boys. She had experimented with most forms of sex, including fellatio, which 
she rather enjoyed although she was always a little surprised that it seemed 
to drive the boys as crazy as it did. But Wendy had had other sexual 
experiences that many of her classmates had never even dreamed about and in 
fact there were times when she felt that she actually preferred those 
experiences. She had never told anyone about them and at times she wondered 
about herself. 

At last, the bell rang to dismiss classes for the day. Feeling pleasantly 
relieved that it was all over, Wendy gathered up her books and pre pared to 
walk home. She lived only a short distance from the school and always walked 
back and forth unless the weather prohibited it. 

"Can I walk you home?" Hank Wilson, one of the older boys asked, a hopeful 
note in his voice. 

The two of them had been intimate before and it was therefore quite apparent 
what he had in mind. 

"No, not today!" Wendy replied, giving him a pleasant smile so as not to 
hurt his feelings. 

As she walked home, the pretty teenager couldn't help wondering why she had 
turned Hank down. She could vividly recall that he possessed a nice, thick 
sausage and didn't suffer from problems of premature ejaculation that had 
spoiled so many of her youthful experiences. However, he didn't have quite 
all she wanted at the moment and she knew who did. 

As she approached her home, her heart began pounding faster and she began 
walking with a quicker step. She started to feel slightly light headed and 
could already feel her feminine dew starting to bubble at the prospects 
ahead. It was her mother's afternoon to play bridge, so she knew she would 
have the privacy she needed. 

In the front yard, she caught sight of the prize boxer her father had raised 
from a pup. He was a magnificent animal and had placed highly in several 
contests in which he had been entered. 

"Alexander!" the cute teenager cried out in an elated voice. 

The huge animal seemed to come alive at the sound of his young mistress' 
voice. Bounding toward the front gate, he eagerly awaited her arrival. 

Almost running, Wendy quickly reached the gate. Her face was flushed and 
anyone who saw her could easily see that she was quite excited. "Now don't 
knock me down, Alex!" she cautioned the animal, knowing from previous 
experience what he was capable of. 

Wendy opened the gate and braced herself for her pet's assault. Alexander 
rushed forward, his nose pressing directly against the front of his young 
mistress' skirt as he whiffed eagerly for any scent that might promise 
greater things to come. 

"Oh!" Wendy squealed. "Not in public!" 

Before she could succeed in pushing his head aside, the husky canine almost 
succeeded in getting his nose completely under her skirt. 

"Please, Alex!" the pretty teenager protested in a breathless voice, the 
tone of which suggested that she was not at all displeased with his vigorous 
animal approach. "Please, take it easy! Wait till we're inside!" 

Apparently understanding the gist of what she was saying, Alexander stepped 
aside and allowed her through the gate. Obviously in an expectant and happy 
mood, the oversize beast accompanied the shapely teenager into the house. 
Feeling giddy and lightheaded, Wendy found herself in a mood of warm 
anticipation. Girlish honey filled her pantyhose and panties and left them 
plastered tightly against her. 

"Here, you want a whiff?" she asked in a playful voice. 

Alexander stood frozen in his tracks, watching his young mistress with great 
attention. Her face hotly flushed, Wendy grasped the hem of her short skirt 
with both hands and began lifting it upward. Realizing what she was doing, 
Alexander began moving forward as Wendy's skirt came up to reveal girlish 
curves outlined in sheer, clinging pantyhose and tiny turquoise panties. The 
moisture which had soaked through her panties was clearly evident. 

"Like it?" Wendy asked teasingly. 

Without further ado, the oversize animal pressed his nose against the front 
of her panties and began sniffing eagerly. It was quite evident that he 
thoroughly appreciated the feminine odors his nostrils were inhaling and in 
his excitement he backed her against a wall. 

"Hey, don't tear my panties!" Wendy pro tested, laughing excitedly. The 
pretty teenager had lost count of the number of times she had romped with 
the huge animal, but each time seemed almost as exciting as that very first 
time about a year ago. 

Alexander continued whiffing excitedly, as if he couldn't get enough of that 
sexual aroma that pervaded his young mistress' panties. Once or twice, his 
long pink canine prick emerged from its foreskin sheath in anxious 
expectation of what was to follow. 

"Come on, let's go into the bedroom!" Wendy said. Knowing that her mother 
would not be home for at least a couple of hours, she knew it would be safe 
for them to indulge themselves indoors. If her mother had been at home, 
Wendy would simply have arranged to take Alexander for a "walk." The two of 
them had discovered numerous exciting places outdoors where they could play 
the games that Wendy believed to be quite unique. 

Whiffing at the rear of his mistress' skirt, the husky dog accompanied her 
to the bedroom. 

"Now, wait till I get ready!" Wendy cautioned, patting him affectionately on 
the head. 

The attractive teenager pulled her tight sweater off over the top of her 
head, mussing her blonde hair slightly and revealing a well filled brassiere 
of white stretch lace. Although she could feel her excitement steadily 
mounting, she moved slowly to prolong those pleas ant feelings of 
anticipation she was experiencing. Alexander watched her with obvious 
impatience, although his prior experiences should have told him that his 
young mistress like to daily at such moments. 

"Oh, Alex, my pussy feels so nice and creamy!" Wendy told him in a sugary 
voice that revealed her underlying excitement. "I know you're just going to 
love it!" 

Her ripe young breasts were beginning to swell with erotic anticipation and 
she could feel the pressure against her confining bra. Reaching behind her 
back, she quickly un snapped the straps and breathed a sigh of relief as the 
pressure against her breasts subsided. Her pink tipped breasts spilled from 
the cups of the bra as she peeled it off and tossed it aside and Alexander's 
body stiffened perceptibly as he caught sight of the two red tip that 
contrasted vividly with her white flesh. 

"Oh, Alex, wait a minute, can't you." Wendy asked with an amused laugh as 
the husky animal started forward. "I'll be ready in a sec!" she added as she 
kicked off her shoes. 

Alex stopped, pawing somewhat impatiently with his front paws. His tongue 
was hanging out and he was panting with obvious excitement. 

Wendy peeled off her skirt and quickly tossed it over the back of a chair. 
Slipping her finger tips into the waistband of her pantyhose, she pulled 
them down along with her panties and hastily extricated them from her feet. 
She straightened up just in time to find Alexander's cold nose right in her 
cute pussy. 

"Eeek!" the pretty teenager shrilled, laughing excitedly as the animal's 
quick movements took her by surprise. "Give me a chance!" 

The prize boxer whiffed appreciatively, his nostrils quivering at the 
intriguing feminine aromas that tantalized them. With surprising quickness, 
he extended his tongue and aimed a long, wet swipe at the pretty pink 
groove. 

"Eek!" Wendy squealed once again, her knees almost buckling as Alexander's 
powerful tongue sent electric currents racing through her pussy, "oh, Alex, 
oh my!" she exclaimed, wriggling with girlish excitement and caressing his 
head with both hands. 

His huge body trembling with erotic anticipation, Alexander aimed another 
swipe of his tongue at his young mistress' pink crease. The taste of 
feminine honey on his tongue was an obvious aphrodisiac for him and his 
bright pink cock peeped instinctively from its foreskin. 

"Like it?" Wendy asked in the babyish voice that females reserve for dogs 
and young infants. "I'm going to let you ream me out today!" 

Turning her back suddenly, the saucy teen ager reached back with both hands 
and quickly spread the cheeks of her lush white buttocks. Alexander snorted 
with appreciation and immediately plunged his nose into the dusky valley. 

"Oooh!" Wendy exclaimed, her mouth forming a pretty oval as her face 
radiated with plea sure. 

Alexander's long tongue swiped up and down inside the opened crevice, from 
time to time lap ping against the small pink hole. 

"Ooh!! Ooh!" Wendy repeated again and again as Alex's capable tongue 
caressed her rear end. It was a treat that she had become quite fond of 
since inaugurating her bestial affair with the family pet. 

"Here, let's make ourselves comfortable," she suggested, tossing some 
pillows from the bed on to the floor. She had a number of pillows in the 
room for that very purpose. She would have preferred that the two of them 
get on the bed, but an earlier venture of that type had resulted in a torn 
bedspread and some questions from her mother. 

His nose continually poking at his pretty mistress' bottom, Alexander waited 
impatiently as she stacked the pillows on the floor. When she had arranged 
them to suit her, Wendy stretched out face down on them and once again 
reached back with both hands to spread her bottom cheeks wide open. 
Alexander barked lightly, as if her appreciated what he saw. 

"Go on, Alexander, ream me!" Wendy told him. "I want you to lick my asshole 
first and then my pussy. I know you're just dying to fuck me, but I'm going 
to make you work for it!" 

As if he understood what she was telling him, Alexander dutifully pressed 
his nose into the open crevice and once again Wendy felt his long, strong 
tongue going to work. 

"Oh, that's the way, Alex!" the cute teenager exclaimed with a satisfied 
sigh. "I need it so bad! And there's no one who can ream a girl like you 
can! No one in the whole world!" 

The husky canine swiped his tongue the full length of the shadowy valley, 
although he concentrate most of his efforts on the small, crinkly pink hole. 
The residue of fecal matter, or the aroma of it, which he apparently found 
there appeared to have a highly erotic effect on him. His entire body 
trembled violently from time to time and looking back over her shoulder 
Wendy could glimpse his bright pink cock extending from its foreskin and 
then retracting with instinctive jerks. The sight of that gleaming animal 
organ sent excited shivers racing through her whole body and she could feel 
pussy juice bubbling up with one gush after another. 

"Oh, that feels good, Alex!" she spoke in an encouraging voice. "Try to get 
your tongue clear inside me! Clean me out real good!" 

Using both hands, Wendy tried to open up her pink hole as much as possible 
Apparently tantalized by the fecal aroma assaulting his nostrils, Alexander 
enthusiastically plunged into the assignment with abandon. His long tongue 
flicked against the lush, tender meat, as if he intended to lap up every 
last tidbit he could reach. 

"Ooh! Oh, that's the way, Alex!" Wendy said, squirming and wriggling 
prettily on the floor as Alex's canine tongue flicked the exquisitely tender 
inner areas of her anal channel. 

Panting and snorting with animal excitement, Alexander trembled with arousal 
as he tasted his mistress' exquisitely soft meat. 

"Now, I'm going to feed you a nice box lunch!" Wendy announced impulsively. 

She quickly turned over on to her back and lay with her pretty legs open to 
fully expose her teenage pussy. As Alexander whiffed happily with his nose, 
she quickly reached down with both hands and used her fingertips to open the 
pink petals of her young cunny. The two plump folds came open with an 
audible squishing sound and Alexander snorted with enthusiasm as he saw the 
lush feminine meat on display before him. 

"Eat me, Alex! Go on, eat your supper!" she told him. 

The excited animal needed no encouragement. He dived head first into the 
moist feminine underbrush and his long tongue sliced decisively through the 
open slit. 

"Oooh! Oooh!" Wendy squealed and shuddered violently at the firm, almost 
rough, animal caress. Shivers raced through her adolescent body and gushes 
of feminine dew erupted from her pink opening. 

Obviously intoxicated by the smell and taste of his mistress' juices, 
Alexander lapped at her open gash with noisy slurps of his long tongue. 
Wendy wriggled and thrust her hips back and forth as his canine tongue 
torment and tantalized her young pussy, sending electric shock waves racing 
through her body each time it touched her magic button. 

"Oh, wow, Alexander!" the pretty blonde ex claimed. 

"This is terrific! You're really turning on!" 

The oversexed young teenager began to experience that hot, itching sensation 
between her legs that could drive her almost crazy at times. Her plush young 
breasts were taut with feminine erectness and she moved her hips around with 
undulating motions. From time to time, she could catch a glimpse of 
Alexander's massive cock extending from its sheath and the thought of having 
that gigantic muscle deep inside her made her shudder with wild 
anticipation. 

"Oh, Alex, you're the greatest pussy eater ever!" she gasped, although she 
was almost too breathless to get the words out distinctly. 

Although the huge animal was eating her with great enthusiasm, she could 
sense his great impatience to complete the bestial copulation. His body 
constantly trembled and she could his gleaming pink muscle repeatedly 
emerging from its foreskin before withdrawing. He was panting quite hard and 
from time to time pawed impatiently with one or both front paws. 

"Okay, Alex, I guess you've earned it!" Wendy told the excited animal. For 
her part, the shapely teenager was highly aroused and her young pussy was 
dripping with anticipation of the dog fucking it was soon to receive. She 
was always amazed at Alexander's ability to raise to such heights of sexual 
intoxication. No boy had ever come close to achieving the same effect. 

The prize boxer watched intently as his mistress quickly turned over and got 
into a kneeling position on her knees and forearms. Gasping with excitement, 
Wendy leaned far forward so that she could look back between her legs and 
watch the animal penetration that would soon transpire. Her hips were 
sticking up higher than the rest of body and she felt deliciously vulnerable 
with her dripping pussy quite exposed to Alexander's canine assault. 

"Okay, Alex!" she gave him the final signal to proceed. 

As if he couldn't wait a second longer, Alexander reared back on his hind 
legs and quickly mounted his human partner's naked body with one vigorous 
movement. His bright pink and gleaming animal organ slid out of its covering 
and awaited the bestial coupling soon to occur. 

"Oooh!" Wendy gasped as she suddenly felt the huge animal's weight resting 
on her back. She had braced herself for it, but still had to struggle to 
keep from collapsing. Looking between her legs, she could see Alexander's 
canine cock extended as he maneuvered to complete the connection. His front 
pays slid around her rib cage and she felt almost helpless in his firm grip. 

"Fuck me, Alex! Fuck me!" she gasped in a pleading voice. "I need it so 
bad!" 

Alexander maneuvered around until his ex tended prick make contact with 
Wendy's swollen, dripping pussy lips. Knowing what was about to happen, the 
overwrought teenager tried to brace herself for the attack. Once the tip of 
his long, thick penis was between her open lips, Alexander's instincts 
completely took command and his cock rammed into her with lighting-like 
speed. 

"OOOH!" Wendy screamed. It felt as if a hot, burning knife had suddenly been 
jammed deep into her midsection. No boy in the world could ever achieve that 
effect. It was downright painful, but it was the type of erotic pain that 
she had come to love. 

"Ooooh, Alex!" the shapely teenager gasped in a distraught voice. 

Alexander's long canine cock filled her vagina nearly to the breaking point 
and tears automatically came to her eyes as her body sagged under his heavy 
weight. The husky animal did not pause to savor its human conquest, but 
immediately began pumping back and forth with powerful, purely instinctive 
thrusts that penetrated to the full extent with each forward thrust. 

"Oh, fuck me, Alex! Fuck me!" Wendy ex claimed, gasping hard and shuddering 
violently each time Alexander's bone-hard prick rammed deep into her 
dripping pussy. Warm waves of sheer animal excitement were surging through 
her body and the cute teenager quickly found herself being carried to 
ecstatic heights of sexual achievements that were simply impossible with a 
human partner. Feminine fluids constantly foamed up in her vagina, while the 
contracting muscles of her young cunt futilely tried to grab at the rapidly 
plunging canine cock as it surged back and forth in her with the speed and 
force of a jackhammer. 

"Oh, I'm going crazy, Alex!" she cried out, thrusting her hips around 
furiously in response to the beast's almost brutal canine thrusts. "Oh, I 
can't believe anything could feel so good!" 

His front paws clasped firmly around his prisoner's rib cage, the sturdy 
boxer pumped with reflective jerks that were much faster than normal human 
strokes. The bizarre canine assault soon had Wendy totally breathless and 
gasping frantically for air. There was a hot, burning sensation deep in her 
pussy and the fires were spreading through her loins and en tire body. The 
oversexed teenager could hardly believe that anything could compare with 
that raw, bestial sex she was experiencing. 

"Oh, Alex! Oh, my!! Ooh! Oooh!" With each passing moment, the young girls 
cries and exclamations of erotic arousal became more frantic and distraught. 
Her face was hotly flushed and tears of excitement were running down both 
cheeks. From time to time, she tried to look between her legs so that she 
could actually see Alex's rapidly moving prick banging back and forth inside 
her, but her tears blinded her vision. 

Alexander handled her and controlled her as if he owned her, as if she were 
really his own bitch. Squirming and carrying on beneath his powerful body, 
Wendy felt as if he actually possessed her and knew that he was too aroused 
to stop even if she wanted him to. It was always an incredible sensation and 
made Wendy feel as if she were also pure animal. 

"Oh, Alex, I'm coming!" the overwrought teenager cried out. "Oh! Ooooh! 
Oooooh!" 

Alexander thrust forward with one final brutal shove and Wendy suddenly felt 
dog come spurting into her with hot blasts. It felt as if a powerful garden 
hose had been turned loose inside her and the sheer power behind all that 
fluid was simply unbelievable. Screaming ecstatically, the pretty teenager 
found herself giving way to a spasmodic orgasm that hit her like a bomb 
going off. 

"Oooh! Ow! Ooooh!" Wendy gasped and fought for breath. Her first orgasm was 
quickly followed by another, slightly less intense but still quite powerful. 

One blast after another of hot dog cream poured into her hot, swollen pussy 
and the ecstatic teenager clutched at Alex's long, hard bone in an effort to 
hold it inside her as long as possible. But undeterred by her efforts to pro 
long the episode, the powerful animal dismounted the moment his task was 
completed and stood panting over his breathless victim. Collapsing on the 
floor and struggling to re gain her composure, Wendy was quite beside 
herself with sexual contentment. 

"Oh, you sure are Alexander the Great!" she remarked as she caught her 
breath. 

Wendy, a nickname for Gwendolyn, was referred to me by her school 
psychologist, who had a vague idea what her problem might be but felt 
unqualified to pursue it. At first glance, one could see that she was a 
bright, pretty girl who would have no difficulty attracting the opposite 
sex. She was dressed in an appealing sweater and skirt combination and it 
was apparent that she knew all the tricks for obtaining masculine attention. 

We talked rather generally at first and she filled me in with her background 
of sexual experiences with boys in her age group. They were quite typical 
for a girl of her age. but her generally evasive manner indicated that she 
was holding out something. However, she made several oblique references to 
her dog and that led me to ask her outright if she had had any sexual 
experiences with her pet. 

"Yes," she finally admitted after stalling for a few moments. "I'm sure I 
must be crazy, but that fact is that I just love being fucked by a dog. I 
mean, it's so physical and rugged and there's just no way a boy can bang you 
like that. I don't suppose many girls try it, but I don't see how you could 
help getting hooked on it once you try it." 

I explained to her that many girls her age and older experimented with 
animal contacts, so that her experiences were not nearly as unique as she 
assumed them to be. She seemed genuinely surprised at this and more than a 
little relieved, as if it made her feel less abnormal to have company in the 
remote country she was exploring. I asked her where she had gotten the idea 
of having sex with her dog. 

"It was all an impulse," she replied. "It just happened all of a sudden; I 
had never thought of it until a few minutes before it happened. Even at 
that, it was sort of an accident. One evening I came in from a date that had 
been quite frustrating; the boy I had been out with had come so fast that I 
had that half-fucked feeling that can drive a girl crazy. When I got home, 
my parents were still out at a party. 

"I hadn't bothered putting my panties back on and started fingering myself 
right there on our leather couch while I watched late night television. Of 
course, I felt a little silly playing with myself, but I was so hot I had to 
do something. A girl friend of mine let her brother fuck her when she was in 
a similar condition and I think I would have done the same if I had had a 
brother. 

"Alexander was stretched out on the floor napping when I came in and didn't 
pay much attention to me at first. However, after awhile he sat up and 
seemed to be quite attentive. In retrospect, I guess his keen scent had 
picked up some girlish aromas in the air. Anyway, after a few moments he got 
up and started looking at me in a rather quizzical fashion. Since I'm 
something of an exhibitionist, I laughed and thought it was quite amusing to 
have him watching me finger myself. 

"He started edging over to me and it was at this point that I noticed he was 
sniffing the air rather gingerly. Even at this point, I didn't actually 
think about having sex with him. However, it was amusing to see that he was 
kind of interested in me and I thought it might be even more interesting if 
I let him have a real whiff of pussy. I was a little worried that he might 
bite me, but that didn't deter me. I started telling him to come over and 
take a sniff and he kept moving slowly forward as if he were interested but 
was a little afraid I was trying to trick him in some way. 

"Finally, he got real close to me and started sniffing very curiously. I was 
laughing and saying things like, 'Like it, boy? Like it?' All of a sudden, 
without giving me any warning, he stuck out his tongue and gave my pussy a 
long, wet swipe. Wow!! I let out a squeal and jumped about a foot in the 
air. I had never felt anything like that before and could tell right away 
that Alex had possibilities I hadn't realized. 

"Apparently thinking I was mad at him, Alex sort of slunk back and waited 
for the worst. However, he had completely misread the situation. My heart 
was pounding wildly as I settled back down on the couch, with my skirt up 
and legs wide open. 'Go on, do it some more, Alex!' I coaxed him. 'Go on, 
let me feel that nice tongue of yours!' At the time I really didn't think 
about what it might lead to; it was just some amusement of the moment. 

"Alex seemed rather uncertain, but after a moment's hesitation moved forward 
between my legs once again. After sniffing my pussy all over in a thoroughly 
exploratory manner, he stuck out his tongue and gave me another swipe. Once 
again my body jerked as if it had been struck by lightning. My feminine 
cream bubbled up with a hot gush and Alex got a nice taste of it. 'Go on, 
Alex, lick me all over!' I urged him. 'I really need it!' 

"By this time, Alex had more confidence and it was apparent that he liked 
lapping up my feminine cream. That long tongue of his sent shivers up and 
down my spine and soon had me squirming and thrusting my hips around with 
quick, jerky movements. 'Keep doing it, Alex!' I heard myself telling him. 
'Keep doing it! Go on!' An impulse told me I should stop before things went 
too far, but I told myself it was just a temporary affair that didn't mean a 
thing. 

"My pussy was really hot and creamy by this time and I was afraid that Alex 
would lose interest and just stop. However, his reaction was quite different 
from what I had imagined it might be. With each passing moment, he seemed to 
be getting more and more excited. He was panting and snorting and he kept 
shuddering violently from time to time. At that time, I really didn't know 
too much about animal sex and at first didn't realize that those violent 
shudders meant that he was sexually aroused. Not being able to tell me what 
he wanted, he seemed terribly frustrated and didn't seem to know what to do. 

"While I was squirming around on the couch, I happened to catch sight of 
Alex's long, pink cock emerging and then retracting into its fore skin. The 
sight of that crude canine organ really made my blood race. The idea of 
actually let ting him fuck me hit me like a thunderbolt. At first, the only 
thing that held me back was the fear that it might cause some kind of 
damage. But I was so aroused that I decided to take a chance. Once again 
something told me that I should stop right then and there, but again I told 
myself that it was just something I was going to do once and that was all. 

"Of course, I didn't really know how to go about it. I slid off the couch on 
to my back with my skirt up to my waist and my legs open and up. Alex barked 
with excitement and stood astride me with the gleaming ramrod extended to 
its full length. My God, was it ever huge! My pussy was simply on fire and I 
knew I just had to have that hose inside me. I told myself that it was 
crazy, but that didn't deter me. 

"I grabbed a couple of pillows off the couch and slid them under my hips to 
elevate them. That helped a lot and Alex started maneuvering around to try 
to get us connected. It was obvious that he didn't want to hurt me, but he 
was quite excited and the two of us were rather clumsy. He squatted down and 
I wriggled my little ass around until our organs were aligned. 

"And then, wowee!! Alexander rammed it home with one mighty thrust. It felt 
as if a torpedo had slammed into me. I screamed and my legs flew up around 
his hairy back. It was a totally unbelievable sensation. No boy had ever 
given me a charge like that and I simply went wild. Gasping and crying with 
excitement, I started throwing my ass around under him in all directions. 

"Right then and there, Alexander taught me what it was like to be soundly 
and thoroughly dog fucked! Did he ever do a job on me! His instincts were 
completely in possession of him and he slammed that hard, hot cock of his 
back and forth in me in a thoroughly punishing fashion that would have made 
any girl die of de light. I could hardly believe those sensations that 
started in my pussy and spread through my whole body. Each time that stiff 
bone of his rammed in to the hilt, my entire body jerked and flopped around 
as if I'd been hit by a train. Feminine cream was flowing out of me like 
some river that had overflow its banks and I could feel the juices trickling 
all over the place. 

"Alex rammed me fast and furious and then 

"Alex rammed me fast and furious and then he started coming! Wow, that was 
something else! When that dog come started spraying around inside me, it 
felt as if some fountain had gone off. Unless a girl's been fucked by a dog, 
you don't know what it's like to get a blast like that. I mean with a boy, 
you can hardly feel it at all, but with a dog it's something else again. 
Alexander's hot, surging come drove me into a frenzy and I started going off 
like a string of firecrackers on the fourth of July. Right then and there, I 
knew I was hooked on dog sex no matter how bizarre others might think it to 
be." 

Wendy's cheeks were hotly flushed by the time she finished her story and it 
was apparent that she had been vividly re-living it in her imagination. The 
incident she had described had occurred approximately a year ago and I asked 
her how many animal contacts she had had since that time. 

"I don't know," Wendy replied with a shrug that indicated that she really 
did not know. "Several times a week. I try to stay away from it and just 
fuck boys, but it never works. I simply can't get the right kind of charge 
without that combination of Alexander's tongue and cock. I'd advise any girl 
who's thinking about fucking a dog to stay away from it. Believe me, it's 
pretty powerful stuff. Once you get hooked on it, it's kind of like dope." 

We discussed Wendy's problem at some length and I advised her that the only 
solution for her hang-up was to quit cold turkey. She agreed that this was 
true, but her attitude indicated that her heart really wasn't in it and that 
she probably would continue with her ways. A follow-up interview several 
months later confirmed this gloomy prognosis. 

Author's comment. Wendy's case is quite typical of teenage girls who 
experiment with animal contacts. Adolescent girls are often unsatisfied by 
their sexual experiences with boys. There are various reasons for this: 
improper techniques of foreplay, premature ejaculation and a general 
masculine lack of understanding of feminine sexuality. In addition, there is 
a natural teenage exuberance that gets the sex act over with much too 
quickly for feminine satisfaction. Aroused but unsatisfied by such 
experiences, teenage girls look to alternative sources of gratification and 
too often find that the family pet is capable of providing the sexual 
pleasures they have been deprived of elsewhere. 

Because of the emphasis on youth and teenage sexuality today, more and more 
adolescent girls have experimented with bestiality in recent years. Most 
such experiences are of a purely transitory nature and have no long range 
effect. Unfortunately, parents and educators who come into contact with such 
situations tend to overreact and condemn such behavior as per verse, 
depraved or even insane. As a result, girls who find themselves subjected to 
such a barrage of criticism are more likely to be adversely affected by the 
criticism than by the behavior that brought it on. Instead of such overblown 
criticism, the young girl should be encouraged to develop human 
relationships, which will in the long run prove much more satisfying. 

CHAPTER TWO - BESTIALITY AND INCEST 

Subject: Iris File: D.L. Age: Fifteen 

"Hey, sis, there's something I want to show you!" seventeen-year-old Dean 
called out to his younger sister as he heard her passing his room. 

Iris stopped dead in her tracks. She could see that her older brother was 
standing in his room, where a lamp behind him threw his shadow against the 
wall. And tracing the outline of the shadow downward, the pretty 
fifteen-year-old could clearly discern a handsome bulge in the front of his 
slacks! There was no doubt what he wanted to show her; in fact, the lewd 
sound in his voice would have given him away even if the shadow had not. 

"Come on in!" Dean repeated the offer in that same tone of voice. 

Iris found her heart beginning to pound. She always got weak as putty in the 
presence of a good stiff cock and this time was no exception. She told 
herself that she'd better run along or else she would be succumbing to 
temptation even if he were her own brother. She wondered why he had made the 
invitation to her; perhaps her reputation as an expert fellatrix was 
starting to get around more than she realized. 

"Come on!" Dean told her. "Am I going to have to send Rocky out to get you?" 
he asked with a laugh, referring to his pet German Shepherd. 

Iris wanted to leave, but that shadow fascinated her. There was something 
positively awe some about that bulge in his slacks. Unless he was playing 
some kind of trick on her, he had to be a terrific stud to produce a 
projection like that. She knew she just had to find out. Feeling flushed and 
apprehensive, she stuck her head inside the door. 

"Hello, sis!" Dean smiled at her. 

Iris gulped visibly at the sight of that huge bulge in her brother's slacks 
and found her knees getting buttery under her. The blood rushed to her face 
and the cute fifteen-year-old knew she wasn't going to be able to resist 
something like that. 

"Let me show you something!" Dean said. Iris could not take her eyes off the 
lump in her brother's trousers. Her panties suddenly started filling with 
cream and she could feel it trickling down her legs. 

"Take it out of my pants yourself!" he told her in a teasing smile. 

Iris gulped. "You bastard, you know I can't resist something like that!" she 
told him. 

Dean laughed and stood waiting for her. Feeling giddy and quite excited, 
Iris walked over to her older brother and reached for the zip per of his 
pants. Beneath it, she could feel that solid hunk of masculine meat that was 
obviously surging with raw power. With fumbling fingers, she pulled the 
zipper down and opened up his fly. 

"Oh, my!" Iris gasped as her brother's bright red and magnificently erect 
cock sprang out into full view. The thick slab of rigid masculine meat must 
have been at least eight inches in length and seemed even longer to the 
impressionable young girl. Reaching out with her small hand, she grabbed it 
in a possessive squeeze and could feel herself instantly melting with 
feminine desire. 

"Put it in your mouth!" Dean commanded. 

Bending forward, Iris formed her pretty mouth into a wide oval and slipped 
it down over the head of her brother's sleek penis. Dean froze for a moment 
as he felt his kid sister's warm, wet mouth suddenly assaulting his 
throbbing muscle, while she held it in a tight grip with her soft hand. 
After a moment. Iris straightened up, smacking her lips with satisfaction at 
the taste of her brother's meat. 

"I think it'd be more fun if we took off out clothes first!" she suggested, 
reaching for the buttons of her blouse. 

"Okay," Dean quickly agreed. "Go away, Rocky!" he ordered his canine 
companion, who had suddenly taken an interest in the proceedings. 

This husky German shepherd retired to a corner, where he sat watching the 
two people un dress. As he peeled off his clothes, Dean kept an appreciative 
eye on his younger sister as she disrobed. Her blouse came off, revealing a 
nicely filled white bra with satin smooth, steeply pointed cups. Her face 
prettily flushed, Iris un snapped her bra and quickly removed it. Dean's 
eyes widened as he watched his kid sister's lush, pink tipped breasts 
tumbling seductively from the cups of her bra. 

"Wow, you've grown a little since the last time you let me watch you 
undress!" he re marked. By this time, he was completely naked and was 
standing there exhibiting his perfectly erect cock. 

"You better believe it!" Iris replied, unfastening her jeans and quickly 
stepping out of them. She was wearing only a full triangle of rich, 
luxuriant brown hair. The pretty delta was glistening with girl juice. 

"Wow!" Dean remarked as he caught sight of his younger sister's completely 
nude body, which was beautifully developed for a girl so young. 

Her heart pounding wildly, Iris rushed forward and grabbed her brother's 
erect member in a tight grip. "Now you gonna' let me have a nice meat and 
cream sandwich?" she asked flashing a teasing smile at him. 

"You bet!" he replied, promptly sitting down in the easy chair that faced 
the bed. 

Quickly brushing her brunette hair back out of the way, Iris dropped to a 
kneeling position between her brother's outspread legs. Her mouth watering 
at the sight of his rigidly erect member, gleaming with bright red virility, 
the comely teenager clasped it in a tight grip and opened her mouth as far 
as she could. Dean's body tensed visibly as once again he felt his kid 
sister's delightfully wet and warm mouth surrounding his pulsing cock. 

"Ooh, baby, that feels good!" He exclaimed in a voice that reflected his 
pleasure. 

Iris worked the head in between her teeth and held it there for a moment to 
get used to it. Her small hand stroked the thick base with a gentle pulling 
effort and she could feel the blood pounding fiercely through the heavy 
shaft. What a terrific piece of meat her older brother possessed! Her pussy 
began foaming with feminine excitement and she began to feel furiously hot 
and itchy between the legs. 

"Let's see how far you can get it into your mouth!" Dean suggested, leaning 
back on the bed to thoroughly enjoy being eaten by his kid sister. 

"Mmmmmm!" Iris' response was inaudible but enthusiastic. 

Pausing to swallow her collected saliva with a loud gulp, the shapely 
fifteen-year-old began working her brother's massive cock farther into her 
mouth. The hard, thick muscle pried her jaws open an almost uncomfortable 
fashion, forcing her mouth open as far as it would go. Dean was quick to 
discern the strained look of discomfort and excitement on his younger 
sister's face as more and more of his rigid organ disappeared between her 
pink lips. 

"That's the way, sis!" he told her in an ex cited voice. "Wow, looks like 
you got a real mouthful!" 

The sleek, bulb-shaped head of her brother's throbbing penis brushed against 
the roof of her mouth and penetrated nearly to her throat. Her mouth tightly 
crammed with rock hard cock, Iris quivered as ripples of pure sexual 
intoxication spread over her entire body. She was a born cocksucker, she 
often told herself and there was no snack she enjoyed more than a hot meat 
and cream sandwich. 

"Mmmmm! Mmmmm!" she moaned, smacking her lips and trying to communicate her 
satisfaction as best she could under the circum stances. 

She began sucking on her brother's pounding muscle in a slow, tantalizing 
fashion designed to draw out his masculine cream no matter how hard he tried 
to resist. His bare legs hooked around his sister's naked body, Dean watched 
her efforts with intense interest. There was no doubt that his kid sister 
was an accomplished fellatrix. She knew all the moves with her pretty mouth 
and there was no doubt she enjoyed it. Her facial expressions radiated 
physical pleasure and her young body was alive with sexual arousal. 

"That's the way!" Dean told her. "Wow, what a blow job!" 

Iris' salivary glands constantly worked over time, which had the effect of 
bathing her brother's throbbing cock in a warm pool. From time to time, she 
was forced to pause to swallow the excess saliva, which she managed to 
accomplish with noisy gulps without relinquishing her oral grip on the thick 
masculine muscle. She had learned the art of cocksucking from an older man 
who had picked her up when she had been hitchhiking just for kicks and she 
had put that knowledge to use on numerous occasions. 

"Wow, it feels great!" Dean told his younger sister as he watched her 
brunette head bobbing up and down in his lap. Tormented by her pretty mouth, 
the young man could no longer sit still and was working his pelvis back and 
forth with sexual movements. 

Iris drew back until just the head of her brother's pulsing member was 
between her lips and looked up at him. Her face was hotly flushed and her 
eyes were bright with promise and excitement. "You gonna' give me a real 
mouthful?" she asked, nibbling provocatively on the tip of his cock even as 
she spoke. 

"Don't worry, kid! You're going to get a blast that feels like Vesuvius 
going off!" Dean told her. 

Iris planted a highly moist kiss on the head and slipped it back inside her 
mouth again. She tossed her head vigorously from side to side for a few 
moments and then abruptly stopped and drew back until once again just the 
tip was inside her mouth. By this time, her pussy was itching so furiously 
that she couldn't resist fingering herself. Feminine juices quickly covered 
her fingers in a thoroughly sticky manner. 

"Save some for my pussy, too!" she said, looking up at him with her bright, 
flashing eyes. 

"Don't worry!" Dean assured her. "I got at least two loads inside me! Maybe 
three!" 

Tantalized by his sister's wet, probing mouth, the well built teenager was 
gradually starting to lose his self-control. That pleasant itch in his 
pounding penis was beginning to become almost unbearable and his hips were 
beginning to jerk back and forth with purely reflexive movements. 

"Mmmmm!" Iris moaned with excitement as once again she plunged her brother's 
thick cock back into her mouth. 

This time she turned her head to one side and then to the other, allowing 
the large crown to press outward first against one cheek and then the other. 
She particularly enjoyed the sensation of having a boy's cock penetrating 
her mouth at various angles, especially the feeling of having a velvety 
smooth penis head in contact with her soft inner cheeks. Dean watched his 
younger sister with undisguised excitement. 

"Wow, that's the way!" he told her, observing the bulges that appeared in 
her cheeks as she turned her head from one side to the other. 

Realizing that she had tormented her older brother almost to the breaking 
point, Iris abruptly ceased dallying and resumed sucking with uninhibited 
enthusiasm. Pausing only to swallow her excess saliva, the cute brunette 
bobbed her head rapidly up and down in her brother's lap. Using one hand to 
stroke the long trunk and the other to finger her own damp, sticky pussy, 
she plunged his pounding cock in nearly in to her throat with each downward 
thrust. She was nearly breathless and constantly emitted gargling, 
half-strangled sounds that revealed her sexual abandonment. 

"Oh, wow, that's the way, baby!" Dean ex claimed in an excited voice. 

The young man stood it as long as he could and then grasped his sister's 
brunette head firmly in both hands. Jerking and thrusting his hips back and 
forth with muscular movements, he began forcefully moving his sister's head 
up and down in his lap with both hands. Caught in the tight vise of 
masculine sexual arousal, Iris surrendered with feminine submissiveness and 
allowed herself to be face-fucked in a vigorous, forceful fashion that was 
wildly exciting. Her fingers tickled her clitoris and the spasms from that 
tiny magic button radiated through her en tire body. 

"Mmmmm! Mmmmm!" Iris moaned and groaned as her well built brother moved her 
head rapidly up and down in his lap. She could sense the explosion that was 
soon to follow and braced herself for the onslaught. 

Holding his sister's head in a firm grip, Dean endured the tantalizing 
sensations as long as he could and then came right up out of the chair. 
Iris' pretty head snapped back instinctively as hot semen blasted into her 
mouth like a cannon going off, but Dean's tight grip permitted no escape. 
The pretty brunette gurgled as her mouth suddenly started filling with 
masculine cream, which trickled down both sides of her mouth. She gave her 
quivering clitoris one final stab and found herself experiencing an intense 
orgasm. 

"Wowee!" Dean almost yelled with relief at the sudden feeling of relief that 
spread through his entire body. 

Relaxing his grip on his sister's head, he almost fell back in to the chair. 
Completely breathless and gurgling with her mouth full of delicious 
masculine cream, Iris nevertheless managed to keep her brother's cock inside 
her mouth. Savoring the semen as long as possible, she began swallowing it 
in slow gulps. 

"Wow, what a blow job!" Dean exclaimed with satisfaction, watching the 
muscles in his sister's throat working as she slowly swallowed his masculine 
fluids. 

There was nothing Iris enjoyed more than the taste of come and she 
enthusiastically set about collecting the remaining morsels. Using her 
forefingers she gathered up the semen that covered her chin and cheeks and 
then quickly licked her fingers to get it all. She then went after her 
brother's penis and began licking up the remnants of come like a young 
kitten who simply couldn't get enough delicious cream. Satisfied at last 
that she had collected it all, she slipped the now slack organ back inside 
her mouth for a good soak. 

"That's the way," Dean told her. "Get it stiff again and I'll plug your 
pussy with it!" 

Rocky, from his vantage point a few feet away, watched the whole show with 
canine curiosity, but made no attempt to intervene in the proceedings. 

After pausing long enough to recover her breath, Iris went about the task of 
producing another erection. Sucking on the head in dedicated fashion, she 
began pulling and stroking the sleek muscle with her soft hand. She quickly 
began to detect signs of resurrection and the slack organ began expanding 
and hardening in her mouth. The thought of being fucked with that 
magnificent masculine lance made her quiver with anticipation. Her pussy 
felt sticky and hot and her lush young breasts felt taut with sexual 
arousal. 

"That feels great!" Dean said. "Boy, am I going to give you a good, hard 
fuck!" 

Tormented by the combined action of his sister's skillful mouth and hand, 
Dean could feel the blood coursing back into his supple young cock. In a few 
moments, Iris found herself with a mouthful of steel-hard masculine meat. 
Her pussy was simply drooling and she could hardly wait to get it inside 
her. 

"Fuck me, please, my pussy's as hot as an oven!" she spoke impulsively, 
getting up and retreating toward the bed. 

"Don't worry, sis!" Dean replied. "I'm going to give you the hardest fuck 
anybody ever had!" 

His long penis as stiffly erect as a stalk of celery, Dean watched his 
sister stretch out supine on the bed. The sight of her full, taut breasts 
and pink pussy lips, the surrounding hair glistening with feminine 
excretions, made him lick his lips with sensuous pleasure. The fact that she 
was his own sister was no deter rent. 

"Hurry up!" Iris begged, throwing her shapely white legs open as far as 
possible. She was breathing quite hard and her breasts were rising and 
falling rapidly. 

"Here I come!" Dean exclaimed, diving on top of his kid sister's soft, warm 
body. 

"Oooh!" Iris yelled with excitement as she suddenly found her brother's 
weight resting on top of her. 

With a hand that was almost too eager, she grabbed his rigidly erect member 
and aimed it between the swollen outer lips of her dripping pussy. The 
connection made, Dean stabbed it home like a hot knife cutting through 
butter. 

"Ooh! Oh!" Iris cried out as she suddenly found her pink tunnel dilated by 
her brother's thick sausage. The cute fifteen-year-old wrapped her bare arms 
and legs around her older brother and held on for dear life. 

Their organs united, Dean paused to relish the delightful sensations. His 
sister's small body felt delectably warm and yielding under him and her 
watery vaginal canal was nice and tight, as one would expect from a girl so 
young. He could feel the vaginal muscles grabbing at him and trying to pull 
his wildly throbbing organ even deeper into her. Her fingernails were 
digging urgently into his back. 

"Fuck me! Fuck me!" Iris begged. "Please, I can't wait any longer!" 

"Okay, sis, if you want to get fucked, you're going to get fucked!" Dean 
promised her. 

"Fuck me! Please!" Iris pleaded. 

Dean began rocking back and forth on top of her with deliberately measured 
strokes. Iris quickly began demonstrating that she knew how to move her hips 
and Dean was a little surprised that a girl so young could do it so well. 
Her girlish bottom seemed to have ball bearings in it and she seemed to be 
capable of throwing it in various directions all at the same time. 

"Wow, you really know how to throw your ass around!" Dean told her, pausing 
for a moment. 

"Fuck me harder!" Iris insisted. "Please, you can't fuck me too hard!" 

"We'll see about that!" Dean replied with an amused laugh. 

The sturdy teenager resumed his stroking movements, gliding back and forth 
on top of his sister's body with firm thrusts. Their sexual organs meshed 
smoothly together and Iris' feminine juices constantly oiled her brother's 
thick penis to make them a motion all the more effectively together. Both 
could hear the squishing juices as Dean's rigid member slid back and forth 
inside the delightfully tight channel. 

"Oh, that feels good!" Iris exclaimed. "Please, fuck me harder! Harder!" The 
excited teenager was becoming quite short of breath and obviously found it 
difficult to speak distinctly. 

"Okay, you want it harder, you'll get it harder!" Dean told her. 

He picked up the cadence somewhat, although he was still deliberately 
holding himself back. Iris responded with undulating movements of her hips, 
throwing them around under him in a practiced manner. Her hands moved 
farther down his back and she cupped her finger nails into his hips to act 
as a spur. Her nipples were constantly scraping his bare chest and her 
pretty legs were coiled tightly about him. 

"Harder! Harder!" Iris begged. "Fuck me harder!" 

Dean gradually accelerated and finally shifted into high gear. As her 
brother began slamming back and forth on top of her with hard strokes that 
sent his long, thick bone ramming in up to the hilt, Iris began throwing her 
hips around under him in a completely abandoned fashion. The pretty teenager 
was breathing heavily with quick, rasping gasps that reflected her growing 
sexual arousal. Her tight young pussy felt almost unbearably hot and itchy 
and she could feel the intense heat from it radiating throughout her entire 
body. 

"More! More!" Iris begged, although she was breathing almost too hard to get 
the words out. 

Dean thrust as hard as he could, thrusting his throbbing cock into his kid 
sister with hard, punishing strokes. His entire weight slammed down against 
her with each forward thrust, nearly crushing her small body beneath him. 
From her reaction, it was apparent that she couldn't get enough of it. She 
was clinging frantically to ' him with all four limbs and her girlish bottom 
was shimmying and shaking in ways that he hadn't known to be possible. 

"More! Oooh! Oooh!" Iris exclaimed between long gasps. "Oooh! More! Make me 
come! I gotta' come!" 

"Take that! And that!" Dean said, using language that might have been more 
appropriate for the gridiron as his hard strokes pummeled his younger 
sister's yielding body. 

Both young people could feel their climaxes rapidly approaching. Dean's 
swollen cock was aching with tension and the ticklish sensation near the 
head was becoming almost frantic. Iris' pussy felt indescribably hot and she 
had no choice but to throw her hips around in a wild, erotic dance. Her full 
breasts were perfectly taut and she was fighting to get some air in her 
lungs. 

"Come inside me!" the pretty teenager managed to gasp at the last second. 

Forgetting about everything else except the ecstatic pleasures of the 
moment, Dean drove forward with all his might and sent his semen blasting 
into his kid sister's small tunnel. Feeling the hot surge splashing deep 
inside her, Iris screamed with delight and found herself experiencing a 
convulsive orgasm. Dean's weight collapsed on top of her quivering body and 
the two of them lay with their sexual organs soaking together in a warm, 
limpid pool. 

"Wow, what a fuck!" Dean finally exclaimed when he partially caught his 
breath. The husky teenager was in no hurry to dismount and lay in relaxed 
fashion on top of his kid sister's small body as he felt the tension 
beginning to subside from his penis. 

"You can say that again!" Iris told him. "Nothing beats a good, hard fuck!" 

Several minutes passed before Dean lazily disengaged himself from his 
sister's body and sat up on the side of the bed. Taking a deep breath, Iris 
slowly got to her feet and began looking for the clothing she had hastily 
discarded a few minutes earlier. Sensing that the party had come to an end, 
Rocky stirred from his corner where he had watched the proceedings with 
canine interest. 

"Where's my panties?" Iris asked. "Mom better not find my panties in your 
room." The cute teenager began looking for the tiny bikini panties. "Get out 
of the way, Rocky," she re marked to the German shepherd, who had gotten up 
and apparently joined in the search. 

"They gotta' be someplace!" Dean told her. 

"Eek!" Iris suddenly screamed in a bloodcurdling fashion and jumped about a 
foot in the air. 

"What's the matter?" Dean asked with alarm. 

"That damn dog of yours!" Iris exclaimed. Her face was livid with outraged 
innocence. 

"What'd he do?" Dean asked, although he suspected what the answer would be. 

"He ... he ... " Iris was almost too irate to get the words out. "He stuck 
his nose right in , my pussy!" 

Dean laughed. "Rocky likes pussy as well as the next guy!" he told her. 

Apparently encouraged by his master's amused attitude, the large German 
shepherd began sniffing at Iris' midsection. The cute teen ager tried to 
push him away, but was a little chary about it. She had always been a little 
frightened by the over-sized animal and didn't want to risk a confrontation 
with it. 

"Dean, make him stop!" Iris protested, a look of distress on her face. 

Watching Rocky sniffing at his sister's cute pussy, Dean found the scene too 
amusing to war rant interference. "He won't hurt you," he said as the large 
German shepherd seemed determined to proceed despite Iris' opposition. 

"Dean, please!" Iris pleaded, pushing rather gingerly at Rocky's head. 

"Why don't you see what he'll do?" Dean suggested. 

"Are you crazy?" Iris seemed horrified by the idea. "What do you think I am 
anyway?" 

"It won't hurt you," Dean assured her. "Lots of old widows make it with 
their dogs." 

"Well, I'm not an old widow," Iris reminded him. A frightened look on her 
face, the cute teenager backed against a wall. Undeterred, the large animal 
pursued her with a friendly but aggressive manner. 

"Dean, please, get him away from me!" Iris pleaded with obvious distress. 

"He isn't going to hurt you!" Dean told her. Getting to his feet, he walked 
over to them. "Here, I'll show you!" 

Without warning, he grabbed his sister's wrists and pulled her hands away 
from Rocky's head. 

"Dean, please!!" Iris screamed, feeling terrified and helpless. 

The two of them struggled briefly, but the young girl was no match for her 
older brother. 

"Go on, Rocky! Sniff her pussy!" Dean encouraged the excited animal. 

"Oh, Dean, don't, this is awful!" Iris pro tested haplessly. "Let me go, 
please!" 

Iris watched with a horrified look on her face as the oversize German 
shepherd moved closer, his nose carefully assessing the situation. Holding 
his sister's wrists up out of the way, Dean watched the curious animal with 
obvious interest. Breathless, Iris could no longer struggle but remained 
pinned against the wall, shriveling with fright at the thought of what the 
huge animal might do to her. 

"Go on, Rocky!" Dean kept encouraging the animal. "Go on! Show us how much 
you like pussy!" 

"Dean!" Iris screamed in protest. 

Moving cautiously, Rocky brushed his nose against the fluffy delta and 
sniffed carefully. 

"Please, Dean, I'm afraid he'll bite me!" Iris protested, almost in tears. 

"No, he won't!" Dean replied. 

Apparently given the go-ahead signal by his inquisitive nose, Rocky suddenly 
extended his long pink tongue and swiped Iris' pink crease with a wet, 
powerful flick. 

"Eek!" Iris shrieked as the huge animal's surprisingly strong tongue slapped 
against her moist pussy. Her knees buckling, she instinctively tried to 
struggle to escape the bestial caress. 

"Go to it, Rocky!" Dean urged. "Show her how a dog loves to eat pussy!" 

As if he understood his master's words, Rocky eagerly began licking Iris' 
pink charms. Struggling and squealing, Iris became almost hysterical. 

"Make him stop! Dean, please!" Iris pro tested. 

Relax and enjoy it!" Dean told her. "Where else you gonna' find a tongue 
with that kind of power!" 

Her fears of being bitten by the husky animal gradually subsiding, Iris 
began to realize that her brother had a point. Rocky's long tongue was 
indeed quite powerful and she could feel girl juice bubbling in her pussy as 
it reacted to the canine stimulus it was receiving. 

"Hey, this isn't too bad!" the pretty teenager exclaimed in sudden 
revelation. 

"Right!" Dean agreed, relaxing his grip on his sister's wrists and stepping 
back to watch Rocky's naturally talented tongue at work. 

The German shepherd continued tonguing the young girl's pussy with unabated 
interest. Breathless and hotly flushed, Iris submitted to the canine tongue 
bath with girlish wriggles. 

"It'd be easier if you'd lie down," Dean suggested. "Okay, but this is a 
little far out!" Iris told her brother as she stretched out on the floor. 

"No," Dean scoffed at the idea. "Lots of girls fuck dogs!" he remarked as he 
watched Rocky eagerly stepping between his sister's legs. 

"Oh, come on!" Iris protested. Biting her lip, the shapely teenager watched 
as Rocky went back to work with his long and capable tongue. 

"No, I'm serious," Dean told her. "I mean, actually fuck. I've seen movies!" 

"Do you mean it?" Iris asked with disbelief. She began working her hips 
around with coital movements as Rocky's tongue slapped and lapped against 
her pink crevice. 

"Yes," Dean replied. He was already secretly hoping that he could talk his 
sister into letting Rocky mount her. For some reason that he had never 
bothered to try to analyze, he had long been fascinated with the idea of a 
girl having sex with a dog. The thought of such a possibility was sufficient 
to put some fresh lead in his pencil despite his previous sexual activity. 

"Mmmm, this does feel good," Iris ex claimed. "I think I'll let Rocky eat me 
any time I get horny!" 

"He really loves it! Look at that!" Dean told her. 

The taste of feminine honey seemed to have an exciting effect on the husky 
animal and from time to time Rocky's entire body quivered with raw physical 
excitement. Peering downward, Dean could see Rocky's long, pink cock 
emerging from its hairy foreskin. 

"Look at that!" Dean exclaimed. "You really got him turned on, sis! He wants 
to fuck you!" 

"Are you kidding?" Iris laughed. 

"No, really, look, you can see it!" Dean said, pointing in the direction of 
Rocky's extended penis. "Hey, come on, let him fuck you!" 

"Be serious!" Iris seemed flabbergasted by the idea. "Really, Dean, that's 
too far out!" 

"No, do it just once, it won't hurt you!" Dean urged. 

"Really, I never heard of anything so abnormal!" Iris protested. Despite her 
protests, however, the pretty teenager could feel her sexual arousal 
increasing as Rocky's long tongue bathed her pink groove and the idea of 
having intercourse with the oversize animal had a bizarre appeal to it. 

"Oh, lots of women do it!" Dean told her. "There's nothing wrong with it." 

"Well, I don't know," Iris seemed to be weakening in her resolve. 

"Come on, just try it once and if you don't like it you won't have to do it 
again!" Dean urged. 

"Well, okay," Iris agreed in a voice that sounded more than a little 
dubious. "But how do we ... ?" 

"Just get down on your hands and knees and pretend you're a dog, too!" Dean 
suggested. His own erection revealed his excitement at the prospect of 
watching such an event. 

"Boy, this is really far out stuff!" Iris re marked as she rolled over and 
got into a kneeling position on all fours. "Now, watch him so he doesn't 
hurt me!" 

"Don't worry, sis, you're going to love it!" Dean assured her. "See there, 
Rocky knows what to do!" 

Standing behind the kneeling girl, Rocky was sniffing her behind and 
obviously preparing to mount her. His long prick was extended from its 
sheath and was dripping with animal secretions. 

"Watch him!" Iris warned as the husky animal reared up on its hind legs. 

Dean grabbed the oversized pet's body to minimize its impact as it mounted 
Iris' kneeling form. 

"Oh!" Iris emitted a loud gasp as she suddenly found Rocky's weight resting 
on her back. 

"He's not too heavy is he?" Dean asked as Rocky's front paws slid around the 
sides of Iris' rib cage. 

"I guess not!" Iris replied, nevertheless sagging a little under the heavy 
animal's weight. "Put it in her, Rocky!" Dean urged the strong animal. 

Stepping back, he watched as Rocky maneuvered his body to align his canine 
sword with its human scabbard. The bizarre scene was even more exciting than 
he had imagined and the young man found himself watching it intently. 

"Wiggle your ass around and help him, sis!" Dean instructed his squirming 
younger sister. 

"How can I? I can't see!" the distraught teen ager answered. 

By this time, however, Rocky had located his target. His brightly gleaming 
cock worked between the plump outer lips of Iris' pussy and the oversize 
canine thrust it home with animal forcefulness. 

"Yeow!" Iris screamed as the canine sword stabbed into her like a bolt of 
lightning. The thrust was so fast and forceful that the cute teenager felt 
as if she'd been stabbed. 

"Wow!" Dean exclaimed as he watched Rocky's long pink penis disappear into 
his sister's cunt. The look of strain and incredulity on her face clearly 
reflected her feelings of the moment. 

"Oh, I don't know if I can stand it or not!" Iris cried out. "It feels like 
it's clear into my stomach!" 

His large, shaggy body triumphantly astride his teenage partner, Rocky began 
thrusting back and forth on top of her. His long, incredibly hard canine 
cock stabbed and thrust back and forth like a heavy piece of drilling 
equipment. Each forward thrust produced a loud gasp from the squirming 
teenager, who found the deep thrusts painful but in their own way powerfully 
exciting. 

"Oh, wow, I've never been fucked so hard in my life!" Iris exclaimed. 

Squirming and twisting her hips in response to the animal thrusts, Iris 
found herself gasping heavily. Her feminine juices lubricated the rapidly 
plunging canine organ and the long, hard bone slid easily back and forth 
inside her relatively tight channel. Her twisted face mirrored her growing 
excitement and from time to time she snapped her head back ecstatically as a 
particularly deep thrust touched some over sensitive nerve ending. 

"Look at that!" spoke in an almost incredulous manner. "That Rocky really 
goes for cunt!" 

"I can't believe it!" Iris cried out in an over wrought voice. "It feels 
like he's tearing me apart!" 

Thoroughly aroused by the bizarre scene he was observing, Dean could no 
longer refrain from participating. "Here, sis, chew on this awhile!" he 
suggested, pulling up a chair and sitting down in front of Iris's face. 

"Oh, wow, this is so far out it's unbelievable!" Iris gasped as she found 
her older brother's erect penis right in her face. 

Opening her pretty mouth as far as she could, she plunged it down over 
Dean's stiffly erect organ. Watching Rocky's rapidly thrusting body, Dean 
caught his breath and held it as he found his sister's wet, warm mouth 
suddenly en circling his throbbing joystick. A highly strained look on her 
pretty face, she eagerly tried to get as much of it as possible into her 
mouth and began eating it with wild enthusiasm. It was obvious that the 
bizarre animal sex she was experiencing had driven her to new heights of 
sexual abandonment and she went after her brother's pounding cock like a 
hungry alligator devouring a snake. 

"Hey, isn't this great?" Dean asked although his sister was in no position 
to answer. 

Leaning back to enjoy being eaten by his kid sister, the husky teenager 
watched Rocky's al most brutal thrusts that seemed to send Iris into sexual 
orbit. Her entire body was trembling violently and each powerful thrust from 
the rear sent waves of excitement racing through her body. 

"Mmmmmm!" Iris tried to convey her excitement although there was no way she 
could talk with a mouth crammed full of hard masculine meat. The double 
sensation of having two cocks in her at the same time and one of them an in 
credibly long, powerful canine rod, created a delicious realm of sexual 
ecstasy she had never explored before and made her feel delightfully naughty 
and sexually uninhibited. The thought of actually getting creamed in two 
different directions was enough to drive her wild. 

"Give it to her, Rocky!" Dean urged the husky dog. 

The oversize German shepherd hardly required encouragement. Panting and 
snorting, ramming and banging, he kept thrusting his canine weapon deep into 
his human partner with all the power he could muster. The powerful animal 
thrusts sent the young girl into a frenzy of sexual abandonment and she 
eagerly sucked and stroked her brother's massive member. Caught between the 
two of them, she could sense that all three were careening toward their 
sexual climaxes like vehicles that had gone out of control. 

"Mmmmm! Mmmmm!" Iris exclaimed, closing her eyes in joyful anticipation of 
the events to come. 

She felt Rocky's climax first. His animal orgasm was much more powerful than 
anything she had imagined; it felt as if someone had stuck the garden hose 
in her pussy and turned it loose. Her hips jerked spasmodically and she 
could feel her own climax commencing. Just as the electric ripples began to 
flow through her body, Dean came right up off his chair and blasted hot 
semen all over the insides of her mouth. 

"Mmmmmmmm!" Iris gasped. The effects of the double creaming were almost 
unbelievable. The force of Dean's climax snapped her head back and left her 
with a delicious mouthful of masculine cream, while the hose Rocky had 
turned on inside her felt as if someone had for gotten to turn it off. Iris 
found herself experiencing a multiple climax and her fifteen-year old body 
trembled convulsively as she excitedly smacked her lips and swallowed her 
brother's semen. 

"Oh, wow!" Dean exclaimed with an obvious sense of relief as he settled back 
down in his seat with his sister's pretty mouth still locked tightly around 
his penis. 

His task completed, Rocky dismounted and stood wagging his tail as if 
awaiting an appreciative word for his accomplishments. 

"You did a great job, Rocky!" Dean told him. 

Breathless and exhausted, Iris lay with her head in her brother's lap, 
making sure that her pink tongue did not overlook any masculine cream. 

"Wow, I wonder how many girls make it with their brother and the dog at the 
same time!" she mused with a laugh. 

The answer might surprise Iris. The case of Iris and her brother Dean, which 
was furnished me by an associate researcher in sexology, illustrates the 
connection between bestiality and incest. The two subjects are closely 
related and a case involving one will often involve the other. The 
similarities between the two are striking in some respects. Both are the 
subject of ancient and very strong taboos; both have been roundly and 
thoroughly condemned by theologians and others. Yet both have always held a 
strong fascination for the human mind. Both are primal sex, the type that 
supposedly existed long before philosophers started making distinctions 
between good and evil. 

As a number of recent studies have shown, incest occurs with much more 
frequency than was once supposed. The most powerful forms of incest, in 
terms of their emotional content, are mother-son and father-daughter 
relationships. However, in terms of the number of participants, by far the 
most common form of incest is the brother-sister variety. While exact 
statistics are unavailable for obvious reasons, the number of brothers and 
sisters who have had incestuous contacts at one time or another numbers well 
into the millions. 

Brother-sister incest occurs in all sets of circumstances, ranging from 
pre-adolescent youngsters to adults. The types of incestuous experiences 
vary just as widely. In many cases, it is limited to mutual genital 
inspection and manual masturbation. In many others, however, it includes 
sexual intercourse and oral sex. There are numerous reported cases of group 
sex involving three or more brothers and sisters and brother-sister incest 
cuts across all ethnic, geo graphic and class lines. 

Bestiality is a not infrequent by-product of brother-sister incestuous 
relationships. As we have seen, many teenage boys and males in general are 
fascinated by the idea of a girl having sex with a dog and when given the 
chance will often encourage such animal contacts. In brother and sister 
relationships, the family pet is often readily available for such purposes 
and can usually be quite easily coaxed into becoming a member of the 
threesome. 

CHAPTER THREE - BESTIALITY AND LESBIANISM 

Subject: Lynn C. File: D.L. 116 Age: 17 

"I'm sure you'll think I'm crazy when I tell you about myself," Lynn C. 
remarked at the outset of our interview. 

Coming from a young girl who appeared perfectly normal in all outward 
appearances, the remark seemed out of place. Lynn was seventeen and was a 
very attractive teenager with long brunette hair which she was wearing in 
the popular long, straight style. Her form fitting sweater and skirt 
revealed a very promising figure and her nearly perfect complexion made it 
clear that she was not the type who would experience difficulties obtaining 
dates. However, her face and particularly her eyes did show some evidence of 
emotional strain. 

I pretended to ignore her opening gambit and spent the next few minutes 
gathering general information about her background. She was one of three 
children in a family which lived in a western suburb of Chicago. From what 
she said, there was nothing out of the ordinary about their family. After 
talking with her for a few minutes, I turned to her original remark and 
asked her what prompted her to make it. 

Lynn hesitated and looked quite embarrassed. "I do things ... I shouldn't," 
she said. 

"With boys?" I asked. 

"No!" she replied quickly, almost too quickly in fact. 

"With girls?" I asked. 

Her eyes flashed a look of alarm. "No," she replied in a distinctly 
unconvincing manner. She hesitated a moment, as if waiting for my next 
question. "With dogs!" she suddenly blurted out as if she couldn't stand to 
keep her shameful secret bottled up in her any longer. 

She sat there looking quite unhappy and her manner suggested that she 
expected me to visit all types of scorn and righteous indignation on her. It 
was apparent that, like many young girls who experiment with animal 
contacts, Lynn believed her own case to be quite unique and that it was 
prima facie proof of her own insanity. 

"A lot of girls your age experiment with animal contacts," I assured her. 
"There are many reasons for it: simple curiosity, sexual gratification, a 
desire to avoid emotional conflicts with boys and so on. It's hardly 
evidence of in sanity." 

Lynn looked quite relieved at this and as I had suspected, was genuinely 
surprised to learn that her own case was not so unique that it was going to 
be written up in some medical text book. I then asked her about her sexual 
back ground, particularly her experiences with boys. She had had intercourse 
with several boys, the first time occurring when she was fourteen. None of 
those experiences had been very satisfying. From her description, I gathered 
that her adolescent partners had suffered from problems of premature 
ejaculation and improper foreplay technique. 

Frustrated from these experiences, Lynn turned to alternative sources of 
sexual gratification. However, bestiality had not been her first stop off 
the beaten track. After some prod ding from me, Lynn related the following 
narrative: 

It all started last fall when a new girl moved in next door. Her name was 
Sally and she was about my age. She was a pleasant, vivacious girl and the 
two of us quickly became good friends. She was an attractive girl and when 
school started she quickly started getting her share of offers for dates. 
However, to my surprise she routinely turned most of them down. After awhile 
I started hearing rumors going around school that perhaps Sally didn't 
really like boys. I could hardly believe that, but it was a little alarming 
to think that my best friend might be a Lesbian. 

One weekend when Sally's parents were scheduled to be away, she asked if she 
could stay overnight with us. My parents were agree able, so on Friday 
afternoon after school she moved her things over to our place. The only 
place for her to stay was in my room, but I had a queen-size bed so that was 
no problem. I'll admit I had a few concerned thoughts about the whole 
arrangement, but I thought I was a big enough girl to handle anything that 
might come up. 

There was a football game that night, but the two of us decided to pass it 
up in favor of listening to records and talking. After dinner, were tired to 
my room and put on the records and spent the rest of the evening goofing off 
and talking girl talk. About midnight we decided to turn in. 

We were both still fully dressed and Sally began removing her clothes. I was 
rather surprised by that, because girls are usually rather reticent about 
undressing right in front of each other. She quickly peeled down to a pink 
bra and pantie combination. She had a lovely, deeply tanned body and I'm 
sure any boy would have gone nuts seeing her like that. In fact, I was 
sitting there on the side of the bed admiring her figure myself although I 
didn't realize it at first. 

She had her blue baby doll nightie out and I assumed that she would turn 
away from me when she took off her bra. Instead, she stood directly in front 
of me where I couldn't help noticing her. In retrospect, I realize that she 
was deliberately exhibiting her wares, but I didn't sense that at the time. 
Anyway, she made no effort to cover herself as she removed her bra and I 
must admit that I really caught my breath at the sight of her breasts. They 
weren't overly large, but they were perfectly formed and the white flesh 
made a vivid contrast the suntanned flesh surrounding it. 

"What's the matter, Lynn? Aren't you going to get undressed, too?" she 
asked. She seemed slightly self-conscious, as if she were only too aware 
that I had been staring at her. 

"Oh, yes," I replied, rather startled and feeling embarrassed that I had 
been caught looking at her. 

Although she was obviously aware that I was looking, she hooked her fingers 
into the waist band of her panties and pulled them down. Al though I told 
myself I shouldn't look, I couldn't resist. Her pussy was lightly fluffed 
with downy, soft brown hair and I caught a flash of pink meat as she lifted 
her feet to step out of her panties. Something hot seemed to tear through me 
and I could feel my cheeks becoming quite flushed. 

"What are you waiting for?" she asked, apparently referring to why I hadn't 
commenced un dressing although I thought that perhaps there was a double 
meaning involved. 

Although I was tempted to flee to the bath room, I began undressing. Instead 
of putting on her nightie as I had expected, Sally just stood there watching 
me. Although she seemed very relaxed and in a pleasant mood, I felt 
decidedly upset and self-conscious. Besides, to my dismay I felt curiously 
attracted to her smooth, shapely body and those feelings began to disturb me 
no little. 

"Hurry up!" Sally said in a playful voice as I slowly removed my blouse and 
skirt. 

By this time I was down to my bra, panties and pantyhose and I was sort of 
stalling. Sally still hadn't made a move to put on her nightie and it was 
becoming apparent that she did not intend to do so. I knew my face was red 
and I couldn't take my eyes off of her, although I could tell that she was 
aware of my glances and that embarrassed me. 

"Aren't you going to put on your nightie?" I asked. I knew my voice didn't 
sound quite natural and I instantly regretted the question. 

"Not yet!" Sally replied with a giggle. She seemed perfectly relaxed and 
natural, although I could tell that she was darting rather furtive glances 
in my direction. 

Slowly, I reached back and unsnapped my bra. Although she was pretending not 
to notice, I could see that Sally was all eyes as I pulled the cups away 
from my breasts and tossed the bra aside. I knew I could match her in the 
titties department and I could see Sally's eyes suddenly light up when she 
got her first full frontal view of my breasts. 

By this time, I of course realized that the stories they had been telling 
about Sally were true. But what amazed me was my own reaction. I really felt 
itchy and curious and wanted to find out what might happen if I let her make 
a play for me. Like most girls, I've always thought that Lesbianism is 
something horrible and highly abnormal and naturally that made me hesitate 
and hold back a little. But I told myself it was just a one-time experience 
and wouldn't have any permanent effect on me. 

Standing up, I inserted my fingers into the waistband of my panties and 
pantyhose and re moved the two garments with one movement. Sally's eyes were 
really all over me by this time and there's no doubt what she wanted. 
Suddenly she rushed forward and emotionally pulled me toward her. Our naked 
bodies smacked together and I felt shivers racing through my body as I felt 
all that smooth flesh pressing against me. Sally was hugging me tightly to 
her and I don't think I could have gotten out of her grip if I had wanted 
to. 

"Oh, Lynn, don't tell me you don't want to!" she told me in an excited 
voice. "I can see it in your eyes!" 

I was hot with embarrassment. "I don't know!" I heard myself saying. "I 
don't know. I don't even know how!" 

"I'll show you!" Sally replied with great excitement. 

She kissed me eagerly, full on the mouth. It wasn't like being kissed by a 
boy. Her lips were so much fuller and the surrounding flesh was so much 
smoother. Against my will, I found myself responding. 

"There!" she said excitedly. "Feel our breasts rubbing together?" she asked, 
deliberately maneuvering so that our nipples were in contact. 

"Oooh!" I gasped and shuddered involuntarily at the surprisingly sensitive 
and thrilling contact. As our nipples brushed against one another, goose 
bumps formed all over my body and I felt a sudden gush of girl juice in my 
pussy. It was all ready apparent that Sally was going to provide me with 
some thrills that no boy could. 

"Let's get in bed!" Sally suggested with a bright smile. 

We quickly threw the covers back and jumped in bed. Sally wrapped her soft 
arms around me and gave me another firm, juicy kiss on the mouth. I became 
rather daring and allowed my mouth to open slightly. Sally's tongue 
instantly sliced between my lips and I soon found myself enjoying my first 
all girl French kiss. Our bodies entwined, we lay there for several minutes 
with our eager tongues exploring the insides of each other's mouth while our 
hands roamed over each other's body. I was surprised at how aroused I had 
become. 

With our tongues still in each other's mouth, Sally began caressing and 
kneading my breasts with her soft, small hands. It was so much different 
from a rough boy's hands and I found myself responding with my own hands. Of 
course, caressing another's girls breasts was a completely new experience 
for me and it was quite a thrill to feel those two lush mounds forming and 
shaping into sexual tautness. In a short time, our breasts were hard with 
feminine erectness. 

Sally finally withdrew her tongue from my mouth and instantly buried her 
face in my breasts. "Oh, Lynn, what a body you have!" she told me in an 
excited voice. She started kissing and licking my nipples and the 
surrounding flesh in an enthusiastic manner and I quickly found myself 
arching my back and squirming with kittenish pleasure. 

"Oh, wow, you're really turning me on!" I ad mitted in a breathless voice. 

"And I haven't even started yet!" she told me, her eyes bright with promise 
as they met mine. "You know what I mean, don't you?" she asked. 

I swallowed hard. "Y-yes, I think so!" I stammered, my cheeks feeling hot as 
our eyes met once again. 

She kissed my breasts once again, flicking out her pink tongue and running 
it over my taut nipples. She slowly began working one hand down over my 
tummy and then along the insides of my thighs. Considering how quick boys 
are to get a finger inside you, her slow, indirect approach was quite 
appealing. I actually wanted to feel her fingers inside me. To my own 
surprise, I grabbed her hand and placed it directly on my wet delta. 

"You're a natural born Lez!" Sally giggled as my dew soaked her fingers. 

Gently running her fingers over my vulva, she extended her middle finger and 
sliced it between the outer folds. We could both hear the squishing noises 
as I squirmed hotly on the bed. Her finger instantly found my button and I 
re acted as if someone had stuck me with an electric cattle prod. 

Sally giggled impishly at my reaction. "Like it?" she teased, batting her 
eyes seductively at me. By this time, both of us knew that she had made a 
conquest and I could see that she was thoroughly enjoying herself. 

"Yes!" I admitted, squirming and drooling girl juice all over her finger. 

She tossed her blonde head to get the hair out of her eyes and began moving 
her head down ward. Her full lips pressed against my breasts and then moved 
down over my tummy. Breathing quite hard, I found myself holding my legs 
open for her in excited expectation. Looking back on it later, I was 
surprised at how natural and easy it had seemed at the time. 

Sally kissed downward until her soft cheeks were brushing against my bush. 
We the skill of a doctor, she inserted her fingertips between my petals and 
spread them open. I could see the eager gleam that came into her eye when 
she saw that pink feminine meat spread open for her delectation. I felt hot 
and sticky and simply couldn't hold still at the thought of what was going 
to happen next. 

"Bet you can't take much of this!" Sally said, extending her tongue and 
slicking it right through my exposed pussy. 

"Wow!" I exclaimed, my entire body jerking convulsively as Sally's 
serpentine tongue coiled itself about my magic button in an expert manner. 

With an almost animal-like cry of excitement, Sally started eating my pussy 
as if she couldn't get enough of it. Her tongue hissing like a snake, she 
flicked it back and forth and up and down in my pussy. I had never felt 
anything like it in my life and my pussy and the surrounding area were soon 
completely flooded with feminine dew. Automatically, without even thinking 
about it, I began thrusting my pelvis back and forth. 

"Oh, wow, you're driving me crazy!" I told her in a breathless voice. 

Pausing apparently to rest her tongue, Sally began nibbling at the plump 
outer lips of my vulva. She would clasp her lips around one section of meat 
and pull it outward with a firm tug. She really knew what she was doing and 
the blissful expression on her face indicated that she truly relished the 
task. 

"Mmmmm, Lynn, you've got the best tasting pussy!" she exclaimed, pausing to 
wipe off some of the girl cream that was smearing her face. 

Before I could reply, she suddenly went back to work with her quick tongue, 
darting and stabbing it in various directions with expert movements. It 
wasn't long before I was simply flop ping around on the bed, completely 
breathless and feeling deliciously hot and itchy between the legs. I had 
never dreamed that girl sex could possibly be that exciting. I was so warm 
and wet I couldn't believe it and Sally's rap idly moving tongue was simply 
remorseless. 

"Oh, Sally, I can't stand it anymore!" I gasped. 

Sally concentrated on my quivering clitoris and I suddenly went off like a 
bomb. A hot gush of girl juice smeared her face and I threw my hips back and 
forth with quick, completely spasmodic movements that I couldn't possibly 
control. There was a perfectly delicious sensation between my legs, which I 
instantly realized was much more pleasant than anything I had experienced 
with boys. 

"Wow, that was fun!" Sally announced as she drew back to a kneeling position 
and wiped her hand across her face to remove the excess feminine dew. "Now 
it's your turn!" 

I gulped at that, but in the back of my mind I had known all along that I 
would be expected to reciprocate. Although I had my doubts, I knew it 
wouldn't be fair for me to back out now. "Okay, Sally," I agreed. 

She quickly stretched out on the bed with her legs drawn up and wide open. I 
moved into a kneeling position between her legs and I'm sure Sally could see 
how hesitant I was as I found myself looking at her pink groove. 

"Go on, Lynn, I can't wait any longer!" Sally pleaded, squirming itchily on 
the bed. 

I leaned forward and employed my fingertips to separate the outer petals of 
her pussy. She felt wet and slippery and I could feel my heart pounding as I 
watched that pink meat opening in front of me. I took a deep breath and then 
simply buried my face in that wet delta. I felt as if I had dived into a 
warm pool. 

"Oh!" Sally gasped and instinctively thrust her hips, giving my face a warm 
bath. 

Remembering how she had tantalized me with her tongue, I extended my tongue 
and went to work on her lush interior. Girl juices suddenly flooded the 
area, seeping into my mouth and giving me no choice but to swallow them. 
Sally was wriggling like a worm and her loud gasps made clear how much she 
was enjoying it. 

"Oh, Lynn, this is beautiful!" she exclaimed in an agitated voice. "Oh, I 
love it!" 

My tongue found her clitoris and I could feel it humming like a high tension 
line. Her entire body jerked convulsively and the feminine dew came in hot 
gushes as I twirled my tongue around my head and at times I felt as if a boa 
constrictor had locked itself around me. Sally was breathing with loud, 
quick gasps that made it clear that her climax was rapidly approaching. 

"I'm coming!" she suddenly cried out in an ecstatic voice. 

Her body bucked convulsively and a hot gush of girl juice suddenly smeared 
my face as she experienced her orgasm. Her thighs closed about me in a tight 
vise and there was nothing I could do except remain in position until she 
relaxed. 

"Wow, that was beautiful!" she told me afterward as I stretched out on the 
bed beside her. 

Surprisingly enough, neither of us were quite in the mood to call a halt to 
it at that point. A few minutes later, the two of us were encoiled in a 
tight sixty-nine with our faces plastered against each other's pussies. 

Lynn went on to relate her Lesbian affair with Sally. Like most such 
transitory Lesbian affairs indulged in by teenage girls, it was quick, 
highly intense, highly emotional and quickly over with, much in the manner 
of a summer thunderstorm. It ended in a quarrel about another girl, which 
whom Sally quickly established another relationship, leaving Lynn alone and 
feeling guilty about her visit to the isle of Lesbos. 

"It was really quite a difficult time for me," Lynn explained. "When I got 
over my anger with Sally, I realized that I had become sort of hooked on the 
type of sex with which she and I had been experimenting. I had sort of lost 
interest in boys, most of whom seemed only to want me to go down for them 
with no reciprocity. However, at the same time, I didn't want to get 
involved with another girl. Sally's over-emotionalism and almost 
unbelievable jealousies had taught me a lesson I don't suppose that I'll 
ever forget. It was at that point that I ..." 

Lynn stopped, apparently unable to continue. Since she had already confessed 
to having had animal contacts, I asked if this was the point at which she 
had begun experimenting with bestiality. 

"Yes," she admitted quietly and then went on to relate the following 
experience: 

A couple of weeks before we broke up, Sally and I were talking about the 
pleasures of all girl sex. 

"There's nothing better than a girl's tongue on your pussy," Sally remarked. 
"Except maybe a dog's tongue!" she added with a wicked little giggle. 

It seemed like a very strange remark to make. I didn't follow it up at the 
time and later regretted that I didn't. At the time, however, I re member 
that Sally flashed me with sort of a guilty look in her eyes, which 
indicated that she might have actually tried something like that herself. I 
mention that incident only because it sort of planted an idea in the back of 
my mind. 

After we broke up, I soon found myself becoming quite randy for some hot 
sex. I went back to masturbating, but that really didn't give me the 
sufficient charge I needed. One of our neighbors had a great Dane, whose 
name was Erik. I often saw him in their backyard, parading around in a 
rather impatient manner as if he were anxious for some action. I still 
remember the first time I got the idea of trying something with him. It was 
just a fleeting thought and at the time I dismissed it as quite silly. 

However, as time went by I couldn't seem to get the idea out of my mind. Of 
course, at first I dismissed it as simply being impossible. Also, because of 
Erik's size, I was just a little afraid of him. After all, he was quite a 
huge animal. Despite all this, however, I found myself becoming more and 
more fascinated with the idea. There were several times when I would have 
actually gone ahead with it, although circum stances prevented. However, I 
got myself a can of dog food and set it aside as "bait" whenever I could use 
it. 

One afternoon when I was alone in the house, I noticed Erik prancing around 
rather impatiently in his backyard. I took a quick look and saw that the 
coast was clear. Opening up the can of dog food, I dipped my fingers into it 
and pulling open my slacks, smeared it over my pussy so the smell of dog 
food would be quite distinct. 

I then stepped out into the backyard. "Come here, Erik!" I called out, 
whistling lightly to attract his attention. 

He noticed me at once and his ears perked up as he studied me from afar. At 
first, I was afraid he would ignore me, but after a moment he started 
trotting over to me. I resisted one final impulse to chicken out and held 
out my hand for him. He started sniffing at the dog food and quickly stuck 
out his tongue to lick it up. The force behind that tongue really startled 
me and alerted me to his capabilities. I started feeling rather dizzy and 
giddy and knew I wasn't going to be able to resist temptation. 

"Like it?" I asked. 

Erik obviously did like it and seemed in a friendly enough mood. I started 
moving closer to him so that the front of my slacks would be against his 
head. 

"How about that?" I asked when he appeared to pick up the scent. "Like it?" 

He bolted forward with his head pressed against the front of my slacks and 
his immense size nearly knocked me off balance. 

"Hey, watch out!" I protested. "Let's go inside and I'll feed you a nice box 
lunch!" I told him, as I found myself forced to defend myself from his 
probing nose. 

He eagerly followed me into the family room, where I knew we wouldn't be 
disturbed. Erik waited impatiently while I peeled off my bra and sweater and 
I could see him getting more and more interested as I stripped off my 
slacks. I almost tripped getting out of my panties and Erik's nose was in my 
pussy even before I straightened up. 

"OOh!" I let out a surprised yelp as his long tongue darted out and sliced 
between my legs with an incredibly quick flick. Even that brief contact was 
enough to tell me that I had been missing out on a real treat and I could 
hardly wait to get started. 

"Here, Erik, let me feed you a nice snack!" I said, grabbing the can of dog 
food and stretching out on the floor. 

Erik watched with obvious appreciation as I spread some of dog food over my 
pussy. My heart was pounding quite rapidly and in the back of my mind I was 
a little afraid that he might bit me and take a good chunk out of my pussy. 

"Go on, help yourself!" I told him, moving around until he was standing 
between my legs. 

Without further ado, he lowered his head and gave my pussy a nice long swipe 
with his tongue. Once again I felt shivers racing up and down my spine and 
girl juice started bubbling up out of my pussy. Erik went after that dog 
food with undisguised eagerness and when it was all gone he kept licking my 
pussy all over. 

"Like it? Want some more?" I asked, dabbing my hand into the can of dog food 
once again and spreading it over my pussy. 

Erik barked excitedly and went back to work lapping up his snack. His tongue 
had much more power behind it than I would have imagined and there was no 
doubt that he could do things for me that no one else could do. Instead of 
feeling guilty or disturbed as some girls might, I felt deliciously naughty 
and excited. Already I was thinking about going all the way with my canine 
lover, but that idea was still pretty much in the back of my mind. 

"Good, isn't it?" I asked as Erik enthusiastically went after the dog food, 
which by this time was garnished with plenty of girl juice. "Here, have some 
more!" 

With that I poured the remaining contents from the can directly on my pussy. 
Erik obviously approved and proceeded to gobble it all up with great 
enthusiasm. His tongue really had me in orbit by this time and I was 
squirming my hips around with sensuous movements. Erik seemed to like my 
feline honey and he slapped his tongue around all over and in every nook and 
cranny. 

"Here, let me open it up for you!" I told him, reaching down with both hands 
to spread my pussy lips open. 

The sight of all that pink meat really seemed to turn Erik on. His tongue 
sliced into the opening and I let out a whoop. Wow! He caressed my clitoris 
and vaginal opening all at the same time and I began thrusting my hips back 
and forth in response. I had never felt anything like that in my life; his 
tongue was as long and hard as a boy's cock. 

"Oh, Erik, this is too much!" I exclaimed, gasping for breath. "I can't 
believe it!" 

I could sense that Erik was becoming as aroused as I was. His body kept 
quivering with spasmodic jerks and he was panting quite hard. Twisting about 
on the floor like that, I didn't have a very good view and kept straining to 
catch a glimpse of his meat. Then I saw it! Bright pink and gleaming with 
raw animal power, that huge muscle was protruding from its foreskin in 
obvious readiness. I melted right then and there and knew I just had to have 
that immense piece of lumber inside me. 

"I want you to fuck me, Erik!" I told him in a husky voice. "Do you 
understand? Fuck! Fuck!" 

Although I wasn't sure he would understand what I wanted, I rolled over and 
got into a kneeling position on all fours with my buttocks jutting upward. 
Erik stood behind me, his nose in the crevice of my buttocks as he sniffed 
me with obvious curiosity. 

"Go on, Erik, fuck me!" I pleaded. "Fuck me! Fuck me! Do you understand?" 

He seemed to be confused, but perhaps his animal instincts simply made him 
cautious. 

"Fuck me, Erik, please!" I begged. "Fuck me!" 

Just as I was about to give up the attempt, he reared back and made one 
false start at mounting me. 

"That's the way, Erik!" I told him, using the most encouraging tone of voice 
I could muster up. "Goon! Fuck me!" 

Erik reared back once again and this time his paws came down on my back. I 
hadn't realized he was that heavy and nearly collapsed under his weight. 
However, I managed to keep my butt up in the air and could feel the slippery 
tip of his long cock brushing against my bare flesh as he started 
maneuvering to get us linked up. 

"That's the way, Erik!" I kept encouraging him. "Get it in me!" 

Looking back between my legs, I started moving my hips around to help get us 
lined up. His front paws had slid off my shoulders and his legs were cupped 
around my rib cage on each side. I shivered as I saw that red pole becoming 
aligned with my pussy lips and I held my breath as I realized he was almost 
ready to penetrate me. Then it happened! 

"Yeow!" I screamed with a mixture of pain and sheer sexual rapture as he 
rammed that long, rigidly hard muscle home with one swift lunge. 

Wow! I could hardly believe it. With one breathtaking thrust, that enormous 
great Dane had filled my pussy with rock hard canine cock. I felt as if I'd 
been completely impaled on a Roman spear. Breathless and squirming, I felt 
completely helpless under his muscular body. 

"Fuck me, Erik! Fuck me!" I gasped. "It feels so good!" 

Oh, did that magnificent animal ever give me a hard fuck! Mounted on me in a 
commanding position, he thrust his haunches back and forth with quick, 
powerful movements that made me feel as if I had a jackhammer in my pussy. 
Girl juices were flooding the entire area and the slurping sounds were quite 
audible. I could hardly believe that his cock could move that fast; there 
was no boy in the world who could compete with that. In almost nothing flat, 
I was simply gasping for breath. 

"Oh, Erik, that's the way!" I told him between gasps. "I'm going out of my 
mind!" 

The speed and power in that canine cock of his were simply staggering; it 
felt as if someone were repeatedly stabbing my pussy with a hot knife. Every 
forward thrust reached my cervix and there were times when I couldn't keep 
from screaming with a mixture of discomfort and excitement. Nothing I had 
experienced before had prepared me for that type of raw, physical sex. My 
pussy felt as if a forest fire were burning in it and the heat waves were 
radiating throughout my entire body. 

"Oh, Erik! Oh! Oooh! Oooh!" I tried to speak to him, but by this time I was 
simply too breathless to get the words out. 

Erik's forward lunges were becoming even more powerful and spasmodic and I 
could sense that he was on the verge of an intense climax. The bizarre idea 
of having a dog come inside my pussy made me feel all the more deliciously 
naughty and excited and my butt was squirming in wild anticipation. Totally 
breath less and nearly crying with excitement, I could feel the initial 
surges of a powerful orgasm beginning to convulse my pussy. 

And then! You can't believe something like that until you've experienced it! 
Erik lunged forward with one frantic thrust and then came the explosion. It 
was like fresh lava coming out of a volcano; only much faster and harder. 
The first blast nearly knocked me flat and it was followed by others nearly 
as forceful. I screamed at the top of my lungs as I found myself 
experiencing a wild, almost incredible orgasm. Convulsive spasms seized my 
pussy and the muscles kept clutching at that rapidly plunging dog cock in an 
effort to hold it inside me as long possible. 

"OH, Wow, what a fuck!" I gasped as I collapsed on the floor and tried to 
catch my breath. 

Erik dismounted with seeming reluctance and I could that he was pleased to 
have become my secret lover. 

Lynn seemed pale and slightly distraught when she finished recounting her 
initial experience with bestiality. In the discussion that followed, she 
readily admitted that since that time she had had numerous contacts with 
Erik and other dogs. In fact, it had become such an obsession with her that 
she had apparently lost interest in having sexual relationships with other 
humans, male or female. This caused her a great deal of concern and she 
seemed quite willing to accept my advice to quit her affair with dogs "cold 
turkey." However, I knew it would be difficult for her to succeed, for she 
had managed to convince herself that animal sex was much more exciting and 
rewarding than the human variety. 

Author's comment. Lynn's case provides a typical example of what it 
technically called a "flight" from Lesbianism. Like many teenage girls and 
women in general, Lynn was deeply fearful of her Lesbian tendencies. These 
inborn fears were reinforced by her experiences with Sally, who revealed to 
her the physical pleasures of Lesbianism but at the same time revealed to 
her its negative attributes: the over emotionalism, jealousies and quarrels. 
Unwilling to subject herself to such a relationship with another girl and 
dissatisfied with her experiences with boys, Lynn sought refuge in 
bestiality which to her offered the combined attractions of raw sex and no 
emotional commitments. 

Lynn's experiences are not so unusual as the average person might think. 
Many teenage girls experiment with Lesbianism at some stage during 
adolescence and for many of them it is an emotionally scarifying experience. 
Emotion ally troubled by the experience, they seek refuge in other forms of 
sexual activity. Desirous of avoiding the negative aspects of Lesbianism, a 
number of them experiment with animal contacts. 

CHAPTER FOUR - BESTIALITY AND NYMPHOMANIA 

Subject: Lou Ann W. File: D.L. 117 Age: 17 

"Why do I go for oversize cocks? I guess it's because I'm a nymphomaniac!" 
Lou Ann's reply to my question was surprisingly candid. 

Lou Ann was seventeen when she first appeared in my office for a 
consultation. However, the events she described range back over a period of 
several years, beginning in early adolescence. At the time we met, Lou Ann 
was a typical teenager in appearance. Her long brunette hair was worn in the 
straight, completely loose fashion that is so popular among young girls 
today and she was attired in a typical teenage uniform of brief mini-dress 
and pantyhose. Al though she was attractive, there was nothing about her 
that would make her stand out in a crowd of girls her age. 

"I lost my cherry before I was thirteen," she explained in a matter of fact 
way when I asked her to relate her psycho sexual background in chronological 
order. "Of course, that's hardly a world record the way things are today. I 
don't know how much you know about the teen sex scene today, but most girls 
are in to some pretty heavy stuff by the time they're in their early teens. 
I know I was really looking forward to it from the time I was eleven on. 
After I got started, I had sex with so many boys that I can't even remember 
most of their names." 

I asked Lou Ann if she could characterize her early sexual experiences in a 
general way. 

"Well," she started, shrugging as if to suggest that the subject had various 
ramifications that made it difficult to generalize. "It was a mixed bag. Of 
course, all that groping and feeling was quite exciting. But most of the 
boys were usually through about the time I was getting really started. As a 
result, I was always wanting more, more, more. 

"Right from the start, I realized I was over sexed because most girls were 
satisfied with one guy per night. However, I could take on two or three, or 
even more. At the time we lived in a highly populated urban area, where 
there were plenty of guys who were willing to give you a quick lay. It was 
an integrated community and I made it with guys both black and white." 

When Lou Ann was fourteen, her life underwent an abrupt change. Her parents 
were killed in an airplane crash and she was sent to live with her bachelor 
Uncle Floyd in a relatively remote area in the West. Lou Ann described her 
experiences in the following way: 

At first I was completely devastated by the idea of living on that isolated 
ranch that seemed miles from any town. There wasn't a boy my age in sight. 
Uncle Floyd was a bachelor in his late thirties and although he didn't say 
anything I could sense that he wasn't too comfortable at having a 
fourteen-year-old girl suddenly moving in with him. The only other female on 
the ranch was the cook, a plump, middle aged woman named Bertha. 

However, there were some compensations that I did enjoy. I took up horseback 
riding and began to enjoy outdoor life. There were several hired hands on 
the ranch and they always seemed willing to show a city girl like me the 
ropes. Most of them were weather beaten cowhands well into their fifties, 
but there was one who seemed to be only in his late thirties. His name was 
Jimmie and there were times when I thought he was looking at me in an 
interested fashion. 

But despite the advantages of rural living, sex was my problem. After about 
a month, I was so horny that I didn't know what to do. Finally, I decided 
that I would simply have to make a play for Jimmie. I knew I would have to 
supply all the initiative myself, because he was the type who knew his place 
and wasn't going to risk his job by making a play for the boss' niece. 

One evening I tracked him down behind an abandoned bunk house, where he had 
gone for a smoke while watching the sun set. I think he suspected what I had 
in mind the minute I sat down beside him and asked him if he would give me a 
puff on his cigarette. I took one puff on the cigarette and then tossed it 
as far away as I could. Before he could open his mouth to pro test, I 
wrapped my arms around him and kissed him as hard as I could right on the 
mouth. 

"Wait a minute, wait a minute," he tried to slow me down. "Around these 
parts a guy could get in a peck of trouble for fooling with a gal your age." 

"Don't worry, you're not ruining any virgin," I assured him. "Here, take a 
look at this and then tell me you're not interested!" 

As I spoke, I quickly peeled my sweater up over my head and tossed it aside. 
I wasn't wearing any bra and I could see Jimmie's eyes widen with interest 
as he gazed at my bare breasts. He was obviously surprised that a 
fourteen-year-old girl could be so well developed. 

"Well, I'll be ... " he mused. 

"Times are passing you by, Jimmie," I teased him. "In the big city, girls my 
age are putting out these days. Here, let me show you what I can do!" 

Without waiting for his reply, I dived between his legs. He seemed too 
dumbfounded to do anything as I hastily opened his jeans and got my hands 
inside them. I could feel his cock firming up nicely as I hauled it out and 
by the time I got it out into the open it was as stiff as celery. He had a 
nice red, thick slab of meat and my heart started pounding wildly at the 
sight of all that muscle. 

Holding it in a tight grip, I opened my mouth and lowered it over the 
gleaming crown. He caught his breath sharply and I could feel his body 
stiffen perceptibly as I started showing him how good a fourteen-year-old 
girl's hot little mouth could feel on his stiff peter. Using my tongue and 
fingers to tease him all the more, I began sucking on it as if it were an 
oversize lollipop. It quickly became apparent that he could only take so 
much of that kind of loving. 

"Here, here, that's enough!" he finally stopped me. 

I promptly withdrew and began stripping off my jeans and panties. He watched 
as I stretched out on the grass with my legs wide open and I could tell that 
there was no way in the world he was going to resist that little box of 
mine. 

"Come on, Jimmie!" I begged. 

He took one quick look around to see that we were alone and then came down 
on me like a dive bomber. As his rock hard cock slid through my vagina, I 
let out a howl and wrapped all four limbs around him as tight as I could. He 
started pumping me with good, hard strokes and I began showing him how a 
fourteen-year old kid could throw her ass around. It was one of those 
slam-bam-thank you ma'am type fucks that was hard but quick. He shot what 
felt like a six month's supply of come into my pussy and I enjoyed a nice 
climax. 

I could see his sanity quickly returning as he got off of me. "You'd better 
get your clothes on before someone sees us," he said in a worried voice. 

"Okay, Jimmie," I laughed. He watched as I hastily put my clothes back on. 
"Come around and see me any time you want a piece of ass!" I teased as I 
scampered off. 

From the look he gave me, I'm sure he would have liked to have spanked me. 

That was the only time I made it with Jimmie, but that was mainly because of 
something else that happened a couple of days later. One evening about dark 
I happened to catch sight of Uncle Floyd and the cook, Bertha, walking out 
to the chicken house. Wondering what they were doing out there, I decided to 
join them. In view of their age and Bertha's middle age spread, the idea of 
the two of them having sex together never entered my head. As a result, I 
nearly walked right in on them and had to clasp my hand over my mouth to 
keep from screaming with surprise. 

Holding her dress above the waist and wearing nothing below that, Bertha was 
backed against the wall and was obviously in an advanced stage of sexual 
hysteria. Uncle Floyd was in the process of hauling his cock out of his 
jeans and I nearly flipped when I saw it. It was the biggest hunk of meat I 
had ever seen. I'm not kidding when I say it was a good ten inches of good, 
solid meat. The very sight of it just made my panties fill up with cream and 
I could even feel it running down the sides of my thighs. 

Without wasting time with any preliminaries, Uncle Floyd stepped forward and 
grabbed Bertha's big ass and lifted her right off her feet. Braced against 
the wall with her legs around his sides, Bertha shuddered violently and 
cried with a mixture of pain and excitement as he rammed that long, thick 
pole into her just as far as it would go. The thought of getting something 
that big shoved into me almost made me come right on the spot! Without even 
thinking about what I was doing, I started fingering myself. 

Boy, did he ever give her a hard fuck! He was a strong husky man, the real 
outdoor type and he pumped with almost brutal strokes. I could see that he 
was almost driving Bertha crazy. She was shuddering and squealing and 
trembling, while frantically holding on to him with her arms and legs. 
Imagining myself in her position, I came right on the spot and even that 
wasn't enough to satisfy me. 

Uncle Floyd celebrated his orgasm with a loud, cowboy whoop and Bertha's 
scream sounded like something out of Aida. I decided that I had better get 
out of there before my presence was discovered. By that time, I had come 
about three times and was almost too weak to walk. I returned to my room and 
flopped down on my bed to try to regain my composure. 

It was some time before I heard Uncle Floyd and Bertha returned to the 
house. They were both in a pleasant mood and I could hear them .talking as 
they sat on the back porch drinking beer. From their conversation, it was 
apparent that that wasn't the first time he had plugged her. 

Lying there in the semi-darkness and visualizing that gigantic prick of his, 
I couldn't help thinking that Uncle Floyd would surely enjoy fucking me more 
than something as old and spread out as Bertha. Moreover, it was all sort of 
a revelation to me because in the past I had never thought of him in a 
sexual way. However, from what I had seen it was apparent that he enjoyed 
fucking as well as anyone and probably more than a lot of people. 

Right then and there, I made up my mind to seduce Uncle Floyd. I didn't 
think it would be very difficult and so it proved. One evening when the two 
of us were alone in the house, I took a shower, dabbed myself with some per 
fume and emerged from the bathroom with only my towel wrapped around me. I 
could see that Uncle Floyd was visibly surprised but obviously interested as 
I waltzed into the room with only that towel wrapped precariously around me. 

"Young lady, you'd better put some clothes on," he blurted out. 

He tried not to look at me, but it was apparent that he couldn't resist the 
temptation. His efforts were so comical that I couldn't resist giggling. I 
decided to give him an eyeful just to tease him. 

"Oops!" I feigned surprise as I let the towel slide down to reveal a flash 
of bare tittie. 

Uncle Floyd's eyes nearly popped out of his head and I could see him 
squirming in his seat. "What the ... " he started to say something but then 
abruptly stopped. 

"I'm sorry," I apologized, flashing a teasing smile in his direction. "I 
hope that didn't bother you." 

I deliberately moved over close to him, so that all he had to do was yank 
that towel away any time he wanted to. 

"Listen, honey, I know girls your age sometimes get ideas," he began 
although he didn't seem to know how to continue. 

The lump that was starting to form in his slacks seemed to contradict his 
paternal attitude. 

"Look, Uncle Floyd, maybe I better explain some things to you," I said. "If 
you're afraid of popping someone's cherry, forget it!" 

With that I simply let the towel drop to the floor and made no attempt to 
cover myself up. His face lit up and his prick nearly popped out of his 
pants. For a few moments, he just sat there, his eyes alternating between my 
breasts and pussy. 

"Come on! Take your clothes off!" I suggested, a promising smile on my face. 
"No point fucking Bertha out in the chicken house when you got something 
like this around the house!" I added, flashing him a knowing smile. 

"You brat!" he remarked as he hastily began undressing. 

I found my heart beating ninety miles an hour when he stood up to remove his 
trousers, revealing a terrific tent in his shorts. As he straightened up 
after discarding his shorts, I simply melted at the sight of ten inches of 
bright red, raw masculine meat. My pussy started getting creamy and I 
couldn't resist the temptation to put it in my mouth, although he hadn't 
finished undressing and was in the process of pulling his undershirt off 
over the top of his head. 

Without further ado, I leaned forward and slipped that velvety sleek head 
right into my hot little mouth. I had gathered up some saliva, so that my 
mouth really hit him with that warm, wet effect. Uncle Floyd froze on the 
spot and it was several seconds before he completed pulling off his 
undershirt. In the meantime, I kept busy sucking and used my hands to drum 
on the part that wasn't in my mouth. 

"My God, it's enough to give a man a heart attack!" he remarked in a voice 
that seemed almost overcome. 

He staggered backward and nearly fell into the nearest chair. Determined to 
show him what an accomplished cocksucker his fourteen-year-old niece was, I 
slipped down to a kneeling position between his thighs without once losing 
my grip on his massive cock. Once I was in position between his thighs, I 
went to work seeing how much of that thick masculine muscle I could get into 
my mouth. 

"Oh, wow, baby, I don't know where you learned all those tricks, but it sure 
feels great!" he admitted in a voice that reflected his excitement. 

His prick was so big that I had to work it in slowly, gradually getting 
myself accustomed to having my jaws pried apart like that. Leaning back in 
his chair and watching with obvious fascination, he had the pleasure of 
seeing more and more of his peter disappear into my hungry mouth. In a few 
moments, the crown was in nearly to my throat and both my mouth and pussy 
were simply drooling with excitement. 

After letting it soak in my mouth for a few moments, I slowly began sucking 
on it in a deliberately measured fashion. Although Uncle Floyd was trying to 
hold himself back, I could tell that I was really getting to him. He was 
obviously genuinely amazed that a girl my age would know so much about 
fellatio, but I sup pose that was because he was a bachelor who was sort of 
out of touch with the times. 

"Oh, that feels great, baby," he told me, squirming anxiously in his seat. 

Pausing to swallow some saliva, I drew back until just the tip was inside my 
lips. "You've got the biggest cock I've ever seen, Uncle Floyd!" I told him. 
"But I want to feel it in my pussy, too!" 

"Don't worry, you're going to get it in your pussy!" he told me with a 
laugh. 

Without further ado, he slipped his hands under my arms and lifted me right 
off my feet. He stood up and I found myself dangling in the air with that 
sword of his sticking up between my legs! I instinctively screamed and waved 
my legs around in the air. 

"Here we go, baby!" he told me, a knowing leer on his face. 

"Uncle Floyd, please!" I begged as he started backing me toward the nearest 
wall. It was exciting but I was still scared of being impaled on that 
upright muscle of his. 

Uncle Floyd backed me up until I was braced against the wall. "You asked for 
it, baby!" he told me. With that he abruptly sat me down right on his 
rigidly hard prick! 

"OWW!" I screamed. It felt as if a bayonet had ripped right through me. That 
thick muscle rammed into me as far as it would go, dilating my vagina much 
more than I had ever experienced before. 

"There!" Uncle Floyd exclaimed, with a note of satisfaction in his voice as 
he felt my tight young pussy surrounding his pounding cock. 

"Oh! Oooh!" I squealed with mixed feelings of excitement and discomfort. 

My bare arms and legs were hooked around him and I was hanging on for dear 
life. His weight was against me, forcing me against the wall to some extent 
although for the most part I was simply sitting on that huge ramrod of his. 
Although it was definitely uncomfortable in some respects, that position 
really made me appreciate the size of his magnificent tool. 

"Oh, Uncle Floyd, wow, this is too much!" I cried although I was almost too 
breathless to get the words out. 

Content to let me just ride on it for a moment, Uncle Floyd grinned at me. 
"Now, you're going to get the fucking of your life, you little minx!" he 
promised. 

I didn't doubt it for a moment. Pressing me against the wall, he began 
pumping with firm, muscular thrusts of his pelvis. I had never felt anything 
like it before. His knobby, rigid cock penetrated areas of my cunt that had 
never tasted prick before and girl juice was bubbling out of me like a warm 
summer shower. 

"Take that! And that!" Uncle Floyd kept repeating as if he were beating me 
up or something. 

There was nothing I could do except hang on for dear life. Wrapping my arms 
and legs around him as hard as I could, I instinctively threw my hips around 
in an undulating, sensuous fashion. 

"Oh! Oh! I've never been fucked like this before!" I exclaimed. "It feels as 
if I got a telephone pole in me!" 

"You just wait! I've hardly got started yet!" Uncle Floyd promised me. 

With that he began pumping with even harder strokes and each powerful thrust 
simply took my breath away. At times it felt as if that long, thick muscle 
was going to go clear through me and out my throat. My entire body shuddered 
with involuntary convulsions, much like a chicken who's just had its head 
cut off and I'm sure that Uncle Floyd really appreciated that combination of 
wriggling girl and tight pussy. 

"Oh, you're driving me crazy!" I told him. "I don't know if I can stand it! 
Oh! Ow!" 

My pussy felt burning hot all over. Girl lava was constantly foaming up, 
smearing his rap idly plunging cock and trickling down the insides of my 
legs. My cunt muscles were twitching instinctively and trying to grab that 
oversize hunk of masculine meat and I could feel my clitoris humming with 
feminine erectness. It was the best fuck I had ever had; there was no doubt 
about it. 

"Oh! Oooh! I can't believe it!" I gasped in a distraught voice. 

By this time, Uncle Floyd was really slamming it into me with punishing 
thrusts that were almost brutal. His massive cock seemed to be tearing my 
pussy apart, like a giant bull dozer that had gone berserk. He was breathing 
quite hard and his weight had me nailed helplessly to the wall. 

"Take that! And that!" he kept saying. 

Wriggling and squirming frantically, I sensed that both of us were close to 
exploding at the same time. I tried to talk, but I was so ex cited that I 
could only blubber indistinctly. My fingernails were digging deeply into his 
back and our bodies felt as if they had been glued together. 

"There!" Uncle Floyd announced as he drove his pounding cock deeply into me 
with an almost savage thrust. 

A searing blast of red hot come shot into my pussy and it suddenly felt as 
if someone had turned on a fountain inside me. I came with a violent orgasm 
that sent me into the clouds and I could hardly believe those spasms and 
convulsions that sent one shock wave after another ricocheting through my 
pussy. Uncle Floyd seemed to have enough spunk in him to satisfy six girls 
and one hot blast followed another until my pussy felt simply swollen with 
masculine cream. 

"There! There!" he said, leaning against me to hold me in that position as 
our orgasms began to recede. 

"Oh, wow, that was some fuck, Uncle Floyd!" I exclaimed excitedly, still 
squirming on that big rod of his like a worm on a fishing hook. 

He finally let me down and we both just stood there trying to catch our 
breath. His pole was beginning to slacken, but its length was still 
impressive. 

"You must have the biggest cock in the United States, Uncle Floyd," I told 
him. 

"Among humans, anyway!" he replied with a laugh. "Wow, I need a shower after 
this," he added. 

"Let me go with you!" I suggested. 

He looked slightly surprised and then grinned. "Okay!" he quickly agreed. 

The two of us went into the large bathroom that adjoined his bedroom. 
Instead of a tub, there was a glassed in shower stall that was quite 
spacious. Uncle Floyd grabbed a large bar of soap and the two of us stepped 
into the stall. He turned on the water real warm and we both took turns 
standing under it until we were soaked. 

"Here, let's take turns soaping each other!" Uncle Floyd suggested. 

He began soaping me in a thorough fashion, not missing a square inch and 
paying close attention to my titties and box. 

"Oh, wow, this is kind of sexy!" I said, wriggling and giggling as I felt 
those probing masculine fingers doing their job. 

After I had stood under the water to get the soap off me, Uncle Floyd handed 
me the bar of soap. 

"I'm going to pay special attention to your cock and balls!" I told him. 

I kept my promise. His balls were heavy and thick and just the type any girl 
would love to hold in her hands and fondle. As I soaped his peter, I could 
feel it beginning to expand and I knew it wouldn't take much to get it back 
in shape for combat. 

As Uncle Floyd stood under the water to let the soap run off, I bent over at 
a forty-five degree angle and slipped the head of his cock inside my mouth. 
While the warm water splashed against my head and ran down my back, I 
employed my mouth and hands to give him another really pounding hardon. 

"There, I guess you're ready again!" I told him, flashing a bright smile at 
him as I straightened up. I kept one hand on this cock, continually stroking 
it to keep it stiff. 

He didn't even bother to turn off the water. Backing me against one wall, he 
lifted me off my feet and once again I found myself impaled on that powerful 
bayonet of his. While I squirmed and squealed and wriggled and wriggled with 
our two slippery bodies glued together, he proceeded to give me another good 
hard fuck. We both came at the same time and once again I found myself 
experiencing an intense orgasm that really had me up in the clouds. 

After that, Uncle Floyd and I were sex partners on a regular basis. I just 
loved that super sized cock of his and couldn't get enough of it. At the 
same time, he really appreciated that tight little box of mine and how well 
I could throw my ass around while he was putting it to me. 

We tried it in every position we could think of: the ordinary missionary 
position, dog style with my kneeling or bending over the back of a chair and 
with me on top. He even rigged up a trapeze over his bed, which I could hang 
on to while turning myself in complete circles with his big rod screwed 
deeply into me. We also fucked outdoors quite frequently and that was one 
thing I especially liked about that isolated rural atmosphere. There was a 
good size creek that ran through the property and we often went skinny 
dipping and then balled afterwards. 

I remember one particular warm afternoon we went skinny dipping and Uncle 
Floyd fucked me twice as we were stretched out on the grass afterward. When 
we got back to the house later on, I kiddingly told Uncle Floyd that I could 
use another good hard fuck before dinner. 

"Crying out loud!" he exclaimed in a mockly indignant manner. "Can't you 
ever get enough cock to suit you? I don't even think Caper could satisfy 
you!" he added, referring to his pet pony. 

I laughed and retired to my room. However, his casual remark about Caper 
gave me some food for thought. The next day, while we were lying around 
resting after a nice fuck, I brought the subject up. 

"Remember what you said about Caper yesterday?" I asked. 

"Yeh, why?" he asked. 

"I was just wondering," I remarked. "Is it really true that women sometimes 
get fucked by horses?" 

"Yes," he replied with a laugh. "I saw an exhibition one time down in 
Mexico. Damnest thing I ever saw!" 

"Tell me about it!" I could hardly wait to hear about it. 

"Well, there was this girl," he explained. "Couldn't have been much older 
than you. Very pretty, with smooth olive skin and jet black long hair. She 
stretched out on this low table and her assistant dabbed vaseline all over 
her pussy. Then they brought in this donkey and it proceeded to fuck her. To 
this day, I don't see how she could take such a big cock in her cunt, but 
take it she did!" 

The very idea made me squirm with girlish excitement. "How big was the 
pony's whanger?" I asked. 

"How big?" he asked with a grunt. "Bout twice as big as mine I guess!" 

"Wow!" I exclaimed, trying to imagine what it would feel like to have 
something that big between my legs. The thought sent shivers running up and 
down my spine. 

We said nothing more about it at the time, but during the next few days my 
mind kept returning to that one subject. I thought about trying to take on 
Caper myself, but decided I couldn't do it without Uncle Floyd's assistance. 
From his attitude, I was sure he would go along with it. One afternoon, 
after he had given me a nice fuck, I brought up the subject again. 

"Uncle Floyd, would you mind doing me a real big favor?" I asked, batting my 
eyes and flashing him my most feminine smile. 

"What?" he asked. 

"Fix me up with a date with Caper!" I suggested. 

He looked visibly startled and stared at me for a few seconds. "We'd better 
use lots of vase line!" he replied with a laugh. 

A chill ran through my body as I realized that he was willing to act as my 
accomplice. "Do you think I can do it?" I asked with some apprehension. 

He shrugged as if he didn't really know. "You can do it, but for the next 
few days you're going to feel like someone drove a truck through your cunt. 

"When can we do it!" I asked. 

He looked thoughtful. "I'll have to fix up some little table for you to lie 
on," he replied. "Just relax and I'll call you to come out to the barn when 
I'm ready." 

It was about a half hour before he called for me and I must admit that I did 
some nail biting during that interval. When I got out to the barn, I found 
that he had prepared a low table that would fit under Caper's belly and 
still leave room for me. Looking sleek and wholly un aware of the treat in 
store for him, Caper was standing a few feet away. A chill ran through my 
body as I took a quick look under him and started getting creamy at the very 
thought of having all that meat in me. 

"Still want to go through with it?" Uncle Floyd asked. "I brought out plenty 
of vase line!" 

"Yes!" I replied, although I was more than a little frightened as I suppose 
any girl would be under the circumstances. 

I quickly peeled off my jeans and panties and stretched out supine on the 
table. Uncle Floyd had several jars of vaseline handy and he began dabbing 
it all over my pussy. 

"It's going to take lots of vaseline," he re marked, as if talking to 
himself. 

Biting my lip anxiously, I watched as he finished applying the vaseline. 

"Now the easiest way is for me to just pull this table under Caper," he 
explained. "Now, when you get under him, you're going to have to open up 
your legs and hook them around his sides. It's really going to split you 
open!" 

I held my breath with anticipation as Uncle Floyd began pulling the table in 
Caper's direction. In a few moments, I was lying directly under that 
handsome animal with my legs hooked around his smooth sides. Knowing that my 
big moment was about to arrive, I was really biting my nails and could feel 
spasms in my pussy at the very thought of being impaled on Caper's 
magnificent prick. 

"You all set?" Uncle Floyd asked. 

"Yeh, I guess so!" I replied in an anxious voice. 

Uncle Floyd slowly pulled the table back toward Caper's rear. All of a 
sudden, the prize pony seemed to comprehend what we were planning. My eyes 
nearly bugged out as I suddenly got a glimpse of that gigantic prick 
pointing between my legs! I almost fainted and instinctively screamed at the 
sight of that huge battering ram. 

"Uncle Floyd!" I yelled. "Get me out of here!" 

He was bending over, watching intently. 

"Hang on, baby, you can take it!" he said with a sly grin. 

Caper's thick, slippery cock was brushing against my thighs and I could feel 
the head poking at my tiny crease. The thought of that massive animal organ 
penetrating my little box was simply terrifying and I found myself in a cold 
sweat. Uncle Floyd was looking on in completely unconcerned fashion, as if 
he couldn't care less that that immense muscle was about to tear me apart. 

"Uncle Floyd, please help me get out of here!" I pleaded. 

I started to struggle to get out from under Caper, but Uncle Floyd grabbed 
me and held me in place. 

"Just a second!" he told me in place 

"Just a second!" he told me. "Here he goes!" 

Casper gave a thrust forward and that huge muscle starting to dilate my 
vagina. 

"OWW!" I screamed at the top of my lungs. The pain was incredible. Caper's 
prick had to be three times as big as Uncle Floyd's and it felt as if 
someone were shoving a telephone pole up me. 

Caper remorselessly thrust forward, penetrating deeper and pulling my 
vaginal walls apart to the point where I was afraid he would tear the 
tissue. 

"OW! Please, Uncle Floyd! OW! It hurts too much! OWW!" I squealed and begged 
and tried to squirm away although my movements only made the ordeal more 
painful. "Ouch! Oh my! Ow! Oww!" 

"He's really got it into you now!" Uncle Floyd observed in a casual manner. 

Aided by the vaseline, Caper finally managed a complete penetration. I can't 
really de scribe how it felt like to have myself helplessly strung up on 
that gigantic animal prick. The intense pain of the initial penetration 
quickly passed, but it was still quite painful to have my vaginal walls 
distended like that. I was hanging on to Caper's body with my arms and legs 
and felt horribly small and weak under him. My eyes were filled with tears 
and I was writhing with a mixture of pain and sexual arousal. 

"Oh, Uncle Floyd, I don't know if I can take it or not!" I exclaimed. "It 
feels like he's tearing me apart." 

"You'll be okay!" he replied. He was watching the bizarre scene with obvious 
fascination and I could see I wasn't going to get any sympathy from him. 

Snorting in typical fashion, Caper began thrusting that long pole of his 
back and forth in my vagina. 

"Ow! Oh! Wow!" I squealed. The power behind those animal thrusts was simply 
unbelievable and I simply had no choice but to submit to it. 

Pawing excitedly with one front paw, Caper pumped his huge prick back and 
forth with raw, hard thrusts. The sensations produced by having that immense 
muscle sliding back and forth in my tightly stretched vagina were simply out 
of sight! I really couldn't believe something like that was happening to me. 
My pussy felt hot and itchy and I simply couldn't help wriggling my little 
ass around on that table. 

"Oh, Uncle Floyd, this is too much!" I ex claimed. "Wow! I can't believe it! 
Oh! Oooh!" 

"After this you're really going to be spoiled!" he remarked as he watched 
Caper's massive prick thrusting back and forth inside me. 

Caper was apparently enjoying his bizarre assignment as much as I was. 
Snorting and panting and constantly pawing and scraping one of his front 
paws, he pumped with progressively faster movements. The thrusts were quick 
and jerky and each forward thrust almost made my hair stand on end. Feminine 
honey was foaming all over the place, soaking Caper's prick until it was as 
slick as grease. 

"Oh! Oh! Wow!" I cried out, although I was almost too breathless to say 
anything at all. "Oh! Oooh!" 

"Hang on!" Uncle Floyd told me. "He's going to come soon!" 

"So am I!" I replied. I could feel that hot fire in my pussy fanning out all 
over my body and felt as if my temperature had gone up by several degrees. 

Caper was really panting and snorting by this time and Uncle Floyd later 
told me that his eyes were simply bugging out with animal excitement. Those 
thrusts of his prick were becoming even more powerful and seemed to be 
tearing my insides out. 

"Oh! Wow! Oooh! Oh!" I gasped. There didn't seem to be any air left in my 
lungs and my loud, irregular gasps could be heard over Ca per's snorts. 

Caper gave one final thrust forward and that was it! All of a sudden it was 
the fourth of July and New Year's Eve rolled into one. When Ca per's prick 
blasted away, you would have thought someone had detonated several sticks of 
dynamite in my pussy! He had twenty times as much spunk as a human being, 
enough to fill my cunt and come splashing out like Niagara Falls. I found 
myself experiencing a climax that was simply out of sight. I even think I 
blacked out momentarily and the spasms seemed to go on and on until I 
thought they never would stop. 

I was shaking like a leaf when Uncle Floyd finally pulled me out from under 
Caper and was so weak in the knees that he had to hold me up for a few 
minutes. 

"What a show you two put on!" he remarked. "I ought to sell tickets next 
time!" 

Uncle Floyd had been right about one thing. For the next few days, I felt as 
if a truck had been driven through my pussy. And after that, Uncle Floyd's 
prick seemed positively small, something which he took with good grace 
because he had been my co-conspirator with Caper. 

Since that time, I've had other dates with Caper. It seems like every so 
often I simply have to have a prick that big inside me. It hurts like hell 
at first, but after that the sensations are simply unbelievable. Uncle Floyd 
wants me to take on one of the horses next. They have even bigger pricks 
than Caper and it's going to take me awhile to get up enough nerve to tackle 
them. 

CHAPTER FIVE - BESTIALITY AND NYMPHOMANIA PART TWO 

Subject: Donna File: D.L. 118 Age: 18 

 "I'll fuck anything that's got a prick!" eighteen-year-old Donna D. 
admitted. "Besides, I needed the money when I made that movie." 

The shapely blonde teenager was referring to an 8mm, 200 ft. pornographic 
movie which features her having bestial intercourse with a huge male 
Weimaraner. The movie is in general commercial circulation around the 
country and can be found in numerous specialty shops featuring porno items. 
The author obtained a print in one of the sex shops on Van Buren street in 
Chicago and has seen prints in various other cities. The movie is in color 
and is well focused, unlike many such films. 

"Why would a young girl be willing to have the rest of the country see her 
having intercourse with a dog?" was the natural question I posed to Donna. 

She shrugged but kept her eyes averted. "Like I said, I needed the money," 
she explained. "Be sides, it's not that big a deal. No one on the street 
recognizes me and says, 'There goes the girl that fucks dogs.' " 

I asked her if she would mind filling me in on her general background. 

"Nothing much to it," she said. "I started fucking boys when I was twelve 
and must have fucked five hundred of them by now. I can never get too much 
prick to suit me. They say I'm a nymphomaniac and I'm not going to deny it. 
When I get that itch between my legs, I simply have to get something in 
there and fast. 

"I've had some pretty wild experiences. One time at a party I took on every 
boy there by slip ping off to the bathroom with them one at a time. There 
were about fifteen boys there and their girl friends never did catch on what 
I was up to. At the time I was wearing special panty hose that have the 
front crotch part of them cut out, so all I had to do was whip up my skirt 
and there it was. 

"Another time I volunteered to let myself get gang banged by a local 
motorcycle gang. There were about two dozen guys in the gang and most of 
them were the hairy, grizzly type you might expect. They took me out to the 
local cemetery and turned over one of the tombstones. They then laid my 
little ass out right on top of that tombstone and proceeded to line up to 
screw me. I took them all on and some of them came around for sloppy 
seconds. Would you believe I wore them all out? 

"I had an even wilder experience with the same gang later on. When they were 
taking me home after that gang bang, one of them said to let them know when 
I was having my period. Naturally, I asked him what in the hell for. He said 
one of their guys still had to earn his Red Wings and I would find out more 
about it later. 

"When my period started a few days later, I called this guy up and made 
arrangements to meet him at one of their hangouts. Most of the gang was 
there, drinking and having a high old time. One of the guys laid me out on a 
table, lifted my skirt, removed my panties and sanitary napkin. And without 
further ado, he proceeded to perform cunnilingus on me! The other guys stood 
around laughing and cheering him on and kept telling him that he'd have to 
make me come or it didn't count. Well, he succeeded." 

Seeing that we were getting rather far afield, I asked Donna if she would 
describe the circum stances under which she made the porno movie with the 
Weimaraner. She collected her thoughts for a moment and then related the 
following narrative: 

It all goes back to a rather raunchy party my boy friend, Mike, threw about 
a year ago. There were about six couples there and it was sort of expected 
that things would degenerate into an orgy atmosphere sooner or later. 
Everyone was sitting around drinking beer and getting relaxed when Mike 
announced that he had some new porno movies that he wanted to show. We all 
agreed because we knew from past experience that that could be rather 
stimulating. 

Mike set up the screen and projector and threaded the first film through the 
latter. All the couples gathered around on the floor in a semi-circle and 
there was some feeling and groping even before all the lights were turned 
out. The first film was entitled Stud and the title was quite appropriate. 

The hero must have been the Olympic champion in the long cock department, 
because he had a rod that must have been a good ten inches and would have 
made any girl cream her panties. He had two chicks working on him and his 
whanger was big enough to keep both their mouths busy. As soon as he got the 
movie going, Mike sat down and started feeling me up and I got my hand 
inside his slacks. Around us other couples were engaged in similar 
activities. 

On screen the hero stretched out supine with one girl sitting on his face 
and the other sitting on his cock. The penetration was terrific, and just 
watching it was enough to make me squirm. After awhile the girls traded 
places and after a lot of bouncing and jouncing around the hero finally blew 
his wad like a Yellowstone geyser and the movie ended with the girls 
joyfully spreading his come all over their breasts and faces. 

The second film was entitled A Girl's Best Friend and it was something 
different in deed. The girl was a busty blonde with enormous boobs and long 
hair and looked as if she might be in show business as a stripper or 
something. Her best friend, believe it or not, was an oversize, shaggy 
police dog. All of us had heard of that sort of thing, but none of us had 
ever seen that type of movie before. 

I thought the dog was just going to lick some dog food off her pussy and 
that in fact was the way the movie started. The girl kept smearing some 
gravy-like food over her cunt and squirmed with sensuous movements of her 
hips as the dog readily lapped up the food. I could tell from the gasps and 
comments that I overheard that the film was having a highly stimulating 
effect on the audience and must admit that it made me squirm a little to sit 
there and watch it, especially with Mike's fingers probing and groping all 
over the place. 

After awhile, the girl turned over until she was in a kneeling position on 
her knees and el bows with her bare ass jutting up higher than the rest of 
her body. Some of the girls in the audience almost screamed as that huge dog 
immediately mounted her back and made ready to fuck her. The camera zoomed 
in for a close up and we could all see that bright pink canine prick 
sticking out as the dog maneuvered to get it into her cunt. 

I must admit that I was sitting there biting my lip, but I couldn't take my 
eyes off that scene. Finally, we could see the prick actually going between 
the girl's outer folds and penetrating her pussy. I heard someone say that 
it was all faked, but it obviously wasn't. The camera caught it at various 
angles and it was obviously genuine. 

Boy, did that dog ever give her a hard fuck! I simply couldn't take my eyes 
off of it and I could hear the other girls gasping at the thought of getting 
plugged like that. That dog's cock went back and forth with rapid, 
piston-like jerks that were much faster than any boy's thrusts. The camera 
filmed it from various perspectives and occasionally you caught a glimpse of 
the blissful expression on the girl's face. It was obvious that she just 
loved it and she kept shaking her ass with wild, jungle-like movements. They 
were still fucking hard when the film ran out. 

"Run it again!" someone suggested. 

Mike quickly complied. As the film ran for the second time, you could tell 
that everyone in the room was getting hot and bothered. You could hear 
zippers being undone and various other noises that clearly denoted sexual 
activity. My hand was encircling Mike's rigid pole and his fingers were 
exploring my warm, wet pussy. From time to time, a couple would quietly 
depart for another room where there would be more privacy. 

By the time the movie finished running for the second time, Mike and I were 
the only couple left in the room. 

"I want to try something wild!" I told him as he removed my panties for me. 

"What's that?" he asked. 

"Run the movie again and let me watch it while you ball me!" I suggested. 

He seemed to think the idea was amusing. "Okay," he agreed. "We can do it 
dog fashion and you can pretend I'm a dog!" he added with a laugh. 

While Mike rewound and re-threaded the film, I got into an all-fours 
kneeling position with my skirt pulled up over my hips. Mike restarted the 
film and moved into a position behind me. 

"Do I look like a dog?" I asked as I began watching the bizarre performance 
on screen again. 

"No, but you're sure going to feel like one when I put this into you!" Mike 
replied with a laugh. 

To make our movements coincide as much as possible, he waited until the dog 
had mounted the girl on screen and then grabbed me by the waist and thrust 
it in with a hard lunge. 

"Yeow!" I squealed as that hard, hot meat suddenly opened up my vaginal 
channel. 

As the dog on screen started plugging it to the girl, Mike began giving me 
similar treatment from the rear. Trying to imagine myself in that girl's 
position, I suddenly found myself getting wildly turned on. Pussy juice 
bubbled up all over the place and I began shaking my ass around just like 
the girl on screen. 

"Hey, this is wild!" I cried out. There was no doubt that the images on 
screen had a highly stimulating effect. 

"Just pretend I'm somebody's Great Dane!" Mike laughed. 

He was ramming his cock back and forth in side me with quick, jerky 
movements that were highly imitative of the dog's movements on screen. 
Squealing and gasping, I was tossing my ass around with circular, undulating 
movements. My breasts felt taut with arousal and I was so deliciously warm 
and wet that you could hear Mike's ramrod squishing as it slid back and 
forth. 

"Oh, wow, that's the way! Yeow! Oooh! Oww!" I exclaimed in a breathless 
voice. 

Just as the film started to run out, Mike gave a hard thrust that sent his 
hard, hot cock in to the hilt and I felt that wonderfully warm cream jetting 
into my pussy in hot blasts. Arching my back sharply, I let myself go with a 
climax that nearly took my breath away. My pussy seemed to go berserk with 
uncontrollable spasms and I'm sure Mike could feel my cunt walls grabbing at 
his hard meat. 

"Hey, you were really turned on that time!" Mike remarked as he withdrew and 
got up to turn off the projector. 

"It was that movie," I told him as I fought to catch my breath. 

"Maybe I ought to fix you up with a dog!" he told me with a laugh. 

"Might be a good idea," I replied although I laughed to show him that I 
really wasn't serious. 

That episode planted the seed for what was to happen later. Although there 
were some kid ding comments from time to time, nothing more happened until 
several weeks later Then one afternoon I received a phone call from Mike, 
who was staying by himself while his parents were on vacation. 

"Remember that dog movie that turned you on so much?" he asked. 

"Sure. Why?" I asked. 

"Would you like to try a little canine sex yourself?" he asked in a voice 
that sounded as if he definitely were not joking. 

"Are you serious?" I replied. I felt my heart skip a beat at the prospect of 
actually doing something like that. 

"Sure," he said. "Our neighbors asked me to look after their Irish setter 
while they're away. Looks like he's got a great prick!" 

"Well," I found myself gulping. "Maybe we could try it and -see what 
happens!" 

"Okay, I'll pick you up in a few minutes!" he said. 

A few minutes later I was at Mike's. He went out in back and returned with 
the neighbor's Irish setter in tow. 

"Isn't he a beauty?" Mike asked. 

My heart started beating at a quicker pace and I felt my hands growing 
clammy. If I hadn't seen that movie, I'm sure I would never have gone ahead 
with it. "Sure is," I replied. "What's his name?" 

"Dannie," Mike said. 

"That's a good name for an Irish setter," I re marked, petting him on the 
head. 

"Let's go in the bedroom and take off our clothes," Mike suggested. "Come 
on, Dannie. Come with us!" 

The two of us hastily retreated to the bedroom and began pulling off our 
clothes. Dannie watched us with obvious curiosity. Mike had a hardon and 
that seemed to interest him more than anything. 

"Come on, what are you, a fuckin' homo?" Mike asked, pushing him away. 
"Here, give him a sniff!" he directed me. 

"Come here, Dannie!" I commanded. "Here, try this!" I grabbed his head and 
aimed it at my midsection. 

He began sniffing my pussy with obvious curiosity. 

"Looks like he likes it!" Mike observed. 

Dannie suddenly extended his tongue and gave me a wet swipe. 

"Yipe!" I squealed as Mike laughed. 

"Let him lick it!" Mike suggested. "Maybe we should put some dog food on 
it," he added. 

"Come on, Dannie, lick my pussy!" I encouraged the friendly animal. "Lick up 
all that nice girl juice!" 

Dannie required little encouragement. Once he realized he had my permission, 
he went to work licking my pussy with obvious enthusiasm. Standing with my 
legs apart, I couldn't refrain from wriggling my hips as I felt that strong 
young tongue working on me. The area was soon immersed in girl juice and 
Dannie seemed to thoroughly enjoy the taste of it. 

"Wow, that's some tongue he's got!" I ex claimed in a somewhat breathless 
voice. "Lot of power there!" 

"Wait till you see how much power he's got in his prick!" Mike told me with 
an amused laugh. 

Although I was a little apprehensive, as any girl might be, I was all set to 
give it a try. As I had seen the girl in the movie do, I dropped down on all 
fours and leaned forward on my forearms. 

"Let's see if he knows what to do!" Mike said. "Come on, Dannie, show us how 
much you like pussy!" 

There was no doubt that Dannie knew what we had in mind. His body quivered 
expectantly and I could see his pink prick emerging from its foreskin. 

"Go on, Dannie, get on her!" Mike urged. 

Standing behind me and sniffing at my rear for a moment, Dannie finally 
reared back and mounted me. He was heavier than I had expected and my back 
sagged under his weight. Mike was on his knees, watching and trying to help 
Dannie get started. My entire body felt tense with expectation and I bit my 
lip anxiously. 

"Come on, Dannie!" Mike kept saying. "There! There! He's got it now!" 

"Yipe!" I screamed as Dannie's bone hard prick stabbed my pussy and suddenly 
filled my cunny with hot, hard canine cock. 

"Give it to her, Dannie boy!" Mike urged the excited animal. 

Without further ado, Dannie started pumping it to me with quick, jerky 
thrusts. Each forward thrust sent that solid canine muscle deep into my 
pussy, filling it and stretching the walls to the utmost. Given no choice in 
the matter, I simply had to squirm and wriggle like a worn. 

"Oh, wow, this is too much!" I cried out. "God, is his prick ever hard!" 

"You're really getting dog fucked now!" Mike observed with an amused laugh. 

His upright cock showed what effect the scene was having on him. 

"Wow, that's the way, Dannie!" I exclaimed. "You're really giving my pussy a 
workout!" 

I could sense that he was going to come at any moment and sure enough, I 
suddenly found myself getting a good blast of canine come deep in my cunt. 
Impaled on that exploding cock, I found myself experiencing an intense 
orgasm. Dannie really shot a load into me and I collapsed on the floor 
gasping for breath. 

"Wow, what a fuck!" I gasped. It was a couple of minutes before I could 
manage to sit up. "I wish I could take both you guys on at the same time," I 
remarked, although it was merely an idle comment and not a suggestion. 

"Why not?" Mike suggested. "Think you can take Dannie's pecker up your ass?" 

"Let's try it!" I said. "That'd really be wild!" 

Mike stretched out in a supine position on the floor and I quickly screwed 
myself into position on top of his rock hard cock. Leaning well forward with 
his throbbing muscle deep in my pussy, I motioned for Dannie to mount me 
from the rear. 

"Come on, Dannie!" Mike spoke up. "Put it in her other hole this time!" 

Dannie seemed uncertain of what his role should be and cautiously circled 
the two of us for a couple of moments. Both of us kept urging him to mount 
me and he finally took the hint. 

"Put it in my ass, Dannie!" I urged. "Come on!" I reached back to spread my 
bottom cheeks to make it easier for him. "I'll bet you can feel it when he 
gets it in me!" I told Mike. 

Mounted on my back with his front paws sliding around my sides, Dannie was 
working to get his extended prick into my little hole. The idea of being 
taken sandwich style with two pricks in me at the same time was wildly 
exciting and I found myself simply shivering with anticipation. My pussy 
juices were thoroughly lubricating Mike's rigid cock and that position 
permitted the maximum penetration. 

"How's he coming?" Mike asked, his vision blocked off by my body. 

For a moment, I was too excited to answer. "I think he's getting it!" I 
said. "There! There! He's got it in my asshole!" 

Dannie's stiff member found the tiny opening and I let out a howl as that 
thick canine muscle thrust into me like some oversize proctoscope. 

"He's got it!" I cried out. "Do you feel it? Do you feel it, Mike? Do you 
feel his prick in my asshole?" 

"Yeh, I feel it!" Mike replied. 

"That's the way, Dannie! Keep it in me!" I spoke with wild excitement. "Two 
pricks at once! Oh, wow!" 

Mike began thrusting his pelvis back and forth, sending his rigid joystick 
deep into my pussy. At the same time Dannie excitedly put it to me from the 
rear, jamming his rigid dog bone deep into my anal canal. The two 
simultaneously moving pricks created sensations that were simply 
indescribable, particularly in that membrane separating the two channels. 

"Do you feel it, Mike? Do you feel it?" I kept asking in a distraught voice. 

"Yeh, I can feel Dannie's old pecker sliding back and forth in there!" Mike 
told me. 

All three of us were moving around with purely instinctive movements. 
Although I was completely out of breath, I kept throwing my hips around in 
various directions. Both Mike and Dannie pumped with progressively faster 
movements and the feel of those two rapidly moving pricks was simply out of 
sight. In a few moments, I felt both of them discharging at the same time 
and I let out a yell as hot come began to fill both channels. 

"Wow, a double creaming!" I cried out as I found myself experiencing a 
convulsive climax. 

Mike and I collapsed laughing on the floor and Dannie seemed to be as amused 
as we were. During the next couple of weeks while Mike's parents were away, 
we invited Dannie in for several sessions of far out sex. Although he didn't 
say so, I think Mike enjoyed those bizarre sessions as much as I did. 

It was a couple of months later when the chance to make the movie came 
along. Mike approached me with the idea, saying that he had met someone who 
was looking for a girl who made a porno movie with a dog. The price was one 
hundred bucks and that sounded like big money to me. I could see that Mike 
was all in favor of the idea and I impulsively agreed to go along with it. 

I never knew much about the guy for whom we made the movie. He was a tall, 
lanky character of around forty who was known to us only as Mr. Reed. Mike 
had heard that he was a successful trial lawyer who was dabbling in porno as 
a sideline, but that was only a rumor. We met at a small cafe where he 
apparently wanted to get an advance look at me to see if I were suitable for 
the part. 

"You look okay for the part," Mr. Reed told me in a matter-of-fact voice. 
"You sure you can handle it? I've got a hundred pound Weimaraner lined up to 
play your lover. He's gentle but he's carrying a lot of lumber down there!" 
Mr. Reed whistled slightly, as if to impress me with the dimensions of my 
cinematic partner. 

I glanced quickly over at Mike and could see that he clearly wanted me to go 
ahead with it. "I think I can handle it," I told Mr. Reed. "I've got 
experience!" I blurted out afterward when he did not look entirely 
convinced. 

"Okay, it's a deal," Mr. Reed said and then gave us directions as to how we 
could get to his studio. 

His studio turned out to be a private home in a secluded residential area. 
Mr. Reed himself answered the door when Mike rang the buzzer. 

"We're all set," he told us. "Come out back and I'll introduce you to 
Hermann Goering." 

"Is that his name?" I couldn't help asking. 

"Right," Mr. Reed said as he led us through the well furnished house. 

As we emerged into the fenced in backyard, I caught my first glimpse of 
Hermann Goering. It was enough to make a girl's heart stop. I had never 
dreamed a dog could be that BIG! 

"My God!" I gasped, clasping my hand over my mouth. "Look how big he is!" 

"Wow!" Mike reacted in similar fashion. 

"Oh, Mike, I'm scared!" I admitted. 

"He's perfectly gentle," Mr. Reed assured us. "Hermann, come here!" 

The giant animal instantly obeyed and quickly lumbered over to us. He seemed 
quite friendly and Mr. Reed patted him on the head. I began to feel a little 
more at ease and both Mike and I patted him. 

"You can see that he is perfectly gentle," Mr. Reed repeated. "Now, I've got 
a basement room set up for the movie." 

Hermann Goering accompanied the three of us down to the basement studio. 
Apart from lights and camera equipment, the room was devoid of furnishings 
except a mattress on the floor and a couple of chairs. It was apparent that 
Mr. Reed was going to serve as his own cameraman. 

"I've got a couple of cans of dog food here, but I don't want Hermann to see 
them until we're ready to start," Mr. Reed told me. "Now, there's not much 
of a script, Donna. You just take off your clothes, smear some of the dog 
food on your beaver and then we'll turn Hermann loose and the two of you can 
improvise from there." 

As he spoke, Mr. Reed leashed Hermann to a ring in the cement wall. 

"Better take your clothes off," he told me in a casual voice. 

Trying not to feel too self-conscious, I began peeling off my clothes. 
Paying no attention to me, Mr. Reed went around turning on various lights. 
In a few moments, the room was almost unbelievably bright and I was 
beginning to feel the heat from the lights. Completely nude, I stood on the 
mattress awaiting instructions. In the glare of the lights, I could see that 
her mann Goering was looking at me in a steady and rather curious, but not 
hostile, fashion. The size of that beast made me shiver and I kept praying 
that he was as gentle as Mr. Reed assured us that he was. 

Once the lighting was arranged to suit him, Mr. Reed checked out the camera 
and then opened up a couple of cans of dog food. That perked up Hermann's 
interest considerably and I could see him straining on his leash. 

"Here," Mr. Reed remarked, handing the cans of dog food to me. "Now stretch 
out on your back facing the camera and start smearing that crap on your 
beaver after I start the camera. We'll run a couple of minutes of you alone 
before we turn Hermann loose." 

I stretched out on the mattress as he directed and began smearing the dog 
food on my pussy when Mr. Reed gave the signal. I could see that Mike 
already had a big hardon, but Mr. Reed seemed completely businesslike about 
the whole thing. 

"Arch your back and lick your lips and act as if you just can't wait for 
some hot bed sex!" Mr. Reed directed. 

I tried to comply with his instructions. In the background, I detected that 
Hermann was becoming quite excited by the sight of that dog food on my 
pussy. I could see him really pulling on his leash and despite the whir of 
the camera, I could hear him panting impatiently. It was downright scary and 
I was beginning to wish that I had turned down that assignment. 

"That's the way!" Mr. Reed told me as I arched my back and undulated my hips 
for the benefit of future viewers. 

"Okay, Hermann, now go get her!" Mr. Reed suddenly exclaimed as he released 
the leash. 

Freed from the restraint, Hermann Goering leaped forward with almost 
blinding speed. It was a terrifying thing and I screamed with horror. The 
huge animal apparently had not been fed for some time and he went after the 
dog food on my pussy as if he were starving. Lapping up the food with long 
swipes of his powerful tongue, he wolfed it down as fast as he could and 
went after more. 

"Get him off of me! Get him off of me!" I screamed, pushing haplessly at 
Hermann's head. "Mike, help me!" 

"Stay back, Mike!" Mr. Reed warned. "This is what we want! Scream, baby! Act 
as if he's raping you!" 

I screamed but I wasn't acting. Hermann was all over me, gobbling the food 
up as fast as he could while I rolled and squirmed helplessly under him. 
Apparently thinking I was just acting, Mike didn't lift a finger to help me. 

"Please get him off me, please!" I begged, crying with helpless terror. 
"Please, he'll hurt me!" 

"Get back, Mike!" Mr. Reed yelled savagely at him. "Hermann will take a 
chunk out of you if you try to stop him now!" 

The atmosphere was becoming quite hysterical. Hermann seemed to be in a 
perfect frenzy as his long tongue gleaned every morsel of dog food from my 
pussy. Terrified by those powerful jaws of his, I was so afraid that he 
would bite me that I couldn't resist him. Trembling like a leaf, I simply 
lay there crying and begging the two of them to rescue me. 

"That's the way, scream! Scream, baby!" Mr. Reed yelled at me, zooming in 
with the camera to get a close up of that terrified look on my tearful face. 

"Mr. Reed, I ... " I heard Mike trying to pro test. 

"Shut up!" Mr. Reed roared at him. Mr. Reed was acting like a madman, 
yelling at all of us and moving the camera around to catch the action at 
various angles. 

"Please, somebody, help me, get me out of here!" I blubbered hysterically. 

"That's enough eating, Hermann!" Mr. Reed yelled at him. "Now, fuck her! 
Spread your legs, baby! Spread 'em!" 

I was afraid to refuse. 

"Go on, Hermann!" Mr. Reed continued yelling at the giant Weimaraner. "Fuck 
her! God damnit, you know what I want! Fuck her!" 

Hermann was standing astride me in full command of the situation. 

"Get him off me! Get him off me! Please!" I begged breathlessly. 

Despite the glare from the bright lights, I clearly discerned Hermann's 
gigantic prick emerging from its foreskin. It was simply HUGE!! I gulped and 
then screamed with a mixture of fear and excitement. Mike was bending over 
to watch and I could see that his eyes simply bugged when he caught sight of 
that monstrous prick. 

"Get out of the way, Mike!" Mr. Reed yelled as he moved the camera in for a 
close-up of Her mann's immense tool. 

"Help me! Please. Save me!" I begged. "Please, I couldn't stand ... It's too 
big!" 

Just at that moment Hermann doubled up his front paws and lowered them on my 
shoulders, pinning me completely to the mattress. His weight seemed enormous 
and nearly crushing. He was in full control of me and both of us knew it. 

"Please! Mike, please! Mr. Reed, please!" I pleaded, feeling totally 
helpless under Her mann's massive body. 

"Hurry up, Hermann!" Mr. Reed urged, completely oblivious to my plight. 
"Goddamn it, we're running out of film." 

Hermann was maneuvering to get that massive prick of his in my pussy and 
there wasn't a thing I could do about it. I was actually being raped and 
those two were just standing there without lifting a finger to help me. 

"OWW!" I screamed with pain as Hermann's gigantic torpedo sliced through the 
outer folds of my cunny. "Stop him, please! I can't stand it! Please! Oh, 
please!" 

"Keep screaming, baby!" Mr. Reed yelled at me, continually alternating the 
camera between my distraught face and the sight of that horrible 
penetration. 

Shuddering and wracked with pain, I could do nothing but simply lie there as 
that huge Weimaraner screwed his immense organ deep into my yielding pussy. 
The pressure from that over size muscle was so intense that I thought he was 
going to tear me apart. 

"Fuck her, Hermann!" Mr. Reed demanded in a loud voice. "Fuck her! Come on! 
We haven't got all day!" 

"Please! It hurts too much!" I pleaded. "Please, save me! I can't stand it!" 

The weight of that huge animal left me completely pinned to the mattress and 
I was afraid he'd be at my throat if I dared try pushing him off me. Ramming 
and banging, panting and snorting furiously, Hermann started slamming that 
heavy lumber of his. Every thrust simply lifted my hips off the mattress and 
slammed me back down again. Hermann handled me as easily as a tiny doll. 

"Please! Somebody, make him stop! Please!" I continually begged and pleaded. 

"Give it to her, Hermann! That's a boy!" Mr. Reed yelled. "Keep screaming, 
people'll want to see that pain on your face!" He was running around like a 
maniac, filming the action from all angles and lengths. I couldn't imagine 
how he could just let me suffer like that, but he seemed totally unconcerned 
about anything except that movie. 

"Oh, no, make him stop, please!" I begged. 

Slamming and banging me around at will, Hermann finally gave one mighty 
shove forward and I felt dog come shooting into me like a cannon going off. 
Mr. Reed was on his knees, filming the excess dog cream that sloshed out of 
my pussy. To my exquisite embarrassment, I responded to Hermann's climax 
with an orgasm of my own. My entire body quivered and trembled 
uncontrollably and I could feel my feminine juices mixing with hot dog 
cream. Hermann rested contentedly on top of me, his weight nearly crushing 
me. 

"Come on, Hermann, we're out of film any way!" Mr. Reed told the oversize 
beast. 

With apparent reluctance, Hermann dismounted and I breathed a sigh of relief 
as Mr. Reed escorted him to the door. 

"You okay, kid?" Mr. Reed asked casually when he returned. 

"Yeh, I guess so," I managed. 

Still shaking, I put on my clothes and the three of us went upstairs. Mr. 
Reed gave me a stiff drink and an envelope containing the money. I felt as 
if I'd earned every penny of it and then some. 

As we drove home afterwards, Mike suddenly started laughing. 

"What's so funny?" I asked. 

"That old man Reed turned out to be a real Alfred Hitchcock," he laughed. 

"He's a maniac if you ask me," I replied. "And you sure weren't any help 
when that monster was mauling me." 

Mike grinned at me. "You loved it!" he told me. 

He was right. 

CHAPTER SIX - BESTIALITY AND THE EARLY ADOLESCENT 

Subject: Emily J. File: D.L. 119 Age: 13 

At thirteen, Emily was completely virginal but highly curious about her body 
and sexual matters. She was blonde and physically well developed for her 
age, with a discernible bust line that was the envy of her friends. She had 
had her first period and was proud of the visible growth of fluffy hair that 
formed a triangle at the apex of her thighs. She liked to dress in a manner 
designed to call attention to her budding attractions and was especially 
pleased by the fact that she often caught the eye of boys several years 
older than herself. 

As an only child, Emily knew very little in fact about the opposite sex. 
Apart from a few pictures and some descriptions she had gotten from her 
little girl friends, she did not know what a boy really looked like. One of 
her girl friends always used the word "snake" in refer ring to the masculine 
sexual organ, but Emily did like that term because it gave her a creepy 
feeling. She in fact was quite fascinated by the male penis, although some 
of the things she had heard about its size when erected frightened her. It 
seemed quite impossible that something that big could fit into her little 
box. 

Despite her fears of the unknown, Emily was becoming progressively more and 
more intrigued by the subject of sex. She had discovered the pleasures of 
masturbation and practiced it on an almost daily basis. Her hymen was still 
intact and displaying remarkable suppleness against the pressures of her 
probing fingers. Her tiny clitoris was highly sensitive and the slightest 
caress sent shivers racing throughout her entire body. Like most developing 
young girls, she possessed feminine juices in abundance and the slightest 
stimulation could turn her on like a fountain. 

Among her and her girl friends, there was constant talk and speculation 
about sexual matters. There were tales of sexual adventures, some of which 
Emily felt were highly exaggerated. Yet, at the same time, she envied her 
girl friend's experiences and was always eager to know all the details about 
them. The stories she heard served as fuel for her daily masturbatory 
activities and at times her vivid imagination almost got the best of her. 

One afternoon Emily and several of her girl friends were discussing sexual 
topics at a ham burger joint they often visited after school. 

"You ought to see that movie my brother let me see the other night!" one of 
the girls, Anne, spoke up. "Was it ever far out!" 

"About sex?" one of the others asked. 

"Yes!" Anne replied, nodding her head quite vigorously. Her manner indicated 
that she knew a very interesting secret that the other girls would just love 
to know. "But not normal sex. It's about a girl and A ... a ... " She 
paused, deliberately teasing her companions. 

"A girl and a what?" one of them asked. 

"A dog!" Anne spoke as if she knew the impact her words would have on the 
others. 

"A dog!" several girls spoke almost simultaneously, their faces betraying 
their surprise. 

Emily was just as surprised as the others, but she sat listening quietly. 

"Yes!" Anne reiterated. 

"Are you kidding?" one of the asked. 

"No," Anne replied, a flick of annoyance on her face. 

"Tell us about it!" a couple of the girls demanded. 

Anne proceeded to give an account of the movie, which consisted of bestial 
cunnilingus followed by intercourse. From her description, the movie sounded 
very much like a standard dog fucks girl porno movie, although the cinematic 
adventure sounded highly original and far out to the inexperienced girls. 

"Gee, I didn't know they made movies like that!" one of the girls commented. 

"Ah, they've got movies about everything!" one of her more worldly friends 
advised her. 

After her description of the movie, Anne was bombarded with questions by the 
eager girls, who were hungry for every detail. Although she listened with 
great attentiveness, Emily asked no questions. With her quick thinking mind, 
she was already planning a project that she considered much too daring to 
confide to her friends. 

After their hamburgers and malts, the group broke up and headed for their 
respective homes where many of them no doubt would immediately get on the 
phone and begin communicating with each other again. Emily walked home at a 
faster pace than usual. The story she had heard had produced a stimulating 
effect on her and her panties were soaked with feminine moisture. She knew 
her parents would not be home for a couple of hours and that would give her 
plenty of time for the experiment that she was planning. 

As she neared her home she caught sight of her pet Saint Bernard, Napoleon, 
napping in the front yard. The large animal was still merely a pup, but 
nevertheless considerably larger than most dogs. Emily's heart skipped a 
beat and she wondered if she dared go ahead with what she was planning. 

"Hey, Napoleon!" she called out to attract his attention. 

Overjoyed to discover the presence of his young mistress, the husky young 
animal jumped up and trotted over to her. Emily patted his head and smiled 
at the sight of his rapidly wagging tail. 

"Napoleon, I'm going to give you the nicest present any pup ever got!" Emily 
said. "If I don't lose my nerve!" she added as a precautionary matter. 

Napoleon happily trotted by her side as she walked around the side of the 
house and entered by the back door. 

"You can come inside, Napoleon," she said, granting him a privilege that was 
rather rarely bestowed. 

Standing aside, she permitted the sleek young Saint Bernard to precede her 
into the house. The strength in his still developing body was quite apparent 
as he brushed past her, momentarily pinning her to the door. The back door 
opened into a large family room, which seemed ideal for the purposes she had 
in mind. 

"Now sit down and be patient a minute," Emily cautioned the eager young 
animal. "I'm going to feed you but it's not the sort of meal you're used 
to!" 

To assure privacy, Emily quickly went about closing the shades. Her heart 
was starting to pound rather quickly and there were times when twinges of 
doubt occasionally clouded her mind. With the shades safely closed, Emily 
turned on a light and began undoing her blouse. Seated obediently on the 
floor, Napoleon watched his young mistress with some curiosity. 

"I'm going to take off all my clothes and play with you!" Emily told him on 
a pleasant voice. "What do you think of that?" 

Although he couldn't comprehend her words, Napoleon happily wagged his tail 
at the pleas ant ring in her voice. Emily removed her blouse and skirt and 
tossed them over a chair. The pretty adolescent was wearing a matching 
turquoise bra and pantie set that stood out vividly against her smooth white 
body. She quickly slipped off her bra, revealing nicely formed young breasts 
that were quite firm and saucily uptilted. 

"Like what you see, Napoleon?" Emily asked in an exhilarated voice. 

The cute teenager stripped down her panties, revealing the fluffy triangle 
that covered her pink young pussy and tossed them aside. The light brown 
hairs were glistening with feminine moisture and Emily was experiencing that 
itchy sensation which sometimes drove her nearly to distraction. 

"Now, let's play a little, Napoleon!" she said, quickly stretching out on 
the floor and cuddling up with the oversize young animal. "Oh, that feels 
good!" she exclaimed as she felt Napoleon's warm, sleek coat of hair 
brushing against her naked body. "Doesn't that feel good, Napoleon?" 

Delighted with the chance to romp with his young mistress, Napoleon wriggled 
playfully on the floor. Emily could feel the powerful muscles rippling 
through his young body as she caressed him with both hands, hugging him and 
holding him as tightly to her as she could. There were still a few doubts in 
her mind, but she knew she didn't have to rush about making a decision. 

"Isn't this fun, Napoleon?" the cute teenager exclaimed as they rolled on 
the floor. "I love that silky feeling of your body." 

While the young Saint Bernard wrestled playfully with her, Emily ran her 
hands all over his strong young body. She began to wonder what would happen 
if she touched him down there, as she referred to it in her own mind. Lying 
behind him with their bodies touching, she began caressing him in a 
progressively bolder passion. 

"Let's see what this does for you!" she re marked as her eyes curiously 
explored the fore skin that concealed his young canine penis. 

Using just the tips of her fingers, she ran them over the foreskin in a 
light caress. She could feel the powerful young muscle garaged in that 
largely concealed fashion. Napoleon trembled violently and was obviously 
highly affected by his mistress' light touch. 

"Like it, huh?" Emily teased. 

Once again she repeated the process with her fingers and giggled at 
Napoleon's quivering response. She continued rubbing with her fingers and 
suddenly Napoleon's bright pink cock began making its appearance. The sturdy 
young muscle was gleaming brightly and was much longer than Emily had 
imagined. 

"Oh, it's beautiful!" Emily exclaimed. Her heart skipped a beat at the sight 
of the raw animal organ and she suppressed an impulsive de sire to put it in 
her mouth. "It's gorgeous, Napoleon!" 

Tormented by his pretty young mistress, Napoleon quivered with awakened 
sexual desire. Emily's fingers tantalized the base of his long organ, 
keeping it extended from its foreskin. She had been slightly afraid that he 
might offer strong opposition to her overtures, but that was obviously not 
going to be the case. 

"Oh, you sexy animal!" Emily whispered to him. "You're just beautiful." 

The cute teenager could already sense that her virginity was about to go 
down in shipwreck. Although the size of that canine penis made the prospect 
a little frightening, she wanted that beautiful young muscle inside her in 
the worst way. She could feel her feminine juices flowing, seeping through 
the plump outer lips of her pussy and leaving her pubic hairs glistening 
with their moisture. 

"Here, Napoleon, take a sniff of this!" Emily said in an excited voice. 

Abandoning his prick for the time being, the well developed adolescent 
twisted around until she was seated directly in front of the husky Saint 
Bernard. The feminine aromas emanating from her midsection immediately as 
sailed his nostrils and she could see his ears perking up with interest. 

"Do you like that?" Emily asked with a giggle. "Here, go ahead and have a 
sniff! 

Napoleon cautiously edged forward and Emily leaned back to give him working 
room. His tail was wagging and the young teenager could see that he 
appreciated her sexual odors. By this time, his nose was almost brushing her 
pubic hairs and the sturdy young animal sniffed in curious fashion, his 
entire body alert with an almost electric tension. 

"You like it, don't you?" Emily teased. Her face felt flushed and she found 
herself quite relaxed and able to enjoy the episode. "How would you like to 
put that big peter of yours in there?" 

Napoleon sniffed for a few moments and then extended his tongue, swiping it 
along the pink crease in surprisingly powerful fashion. 

"Eeek!" Taken completely by surprise, Emily squealed girlishly as Napoleon's 
tongue suddenly made contact with her pink pussy. 

Acting as if he knew he had done something naughty, the young Saint Bernard 
quickly drew back his head and awaited the expected reprimand. 

"No, it's okay," Emily told him in an approving voice. "Go on and lick my 
pussy if you like!" 

Encouraged by the approving tone in her voice, Napoleon edged forward once 
again and began licking the slippery groove with moist swipes. 

"Oh, Napoleon, that feels so good!" Emily told him in a genuinely 
appreciative voice. "You like all that nice girl juice, don't you?" 

The young animal's strong tongue had a much more exciting effect on her than 
she would have imagined and Emily found herself squirming with sensual 
movements. Her face felt hot and she was experiencing a tingling sensation 
in her breasts that forced her to run her hands through them, molding and 
massaging them until the nipples were taut with feminine erectness. 

"Oh, wow, Napoleon, you're really getting me turned on!" Emily exclaimed. 
"See how juicy I am!" 

Wagging his tail in an excited fashion, Napoleon eagerly licked the young 
girl's pussy with his powerful tongue. Instinctively, he seemed to realize 
that he was preparing her for something even bigger to come. Emily could see 
his muscular body quivering with sexual tension. 

"You want to bust my cherry, don't you, Napoleon?" she asked. "Don't you?" 

Emily was more than a little surprised by the extent of her sexual arousal. 
Her young body felt vibrantly alive with a tingling sexual awareness she had 
never experienced before and there was a hot, burning sensation in her pussy 
that seemed to demand fulfillment. Although the thought of Napoleon's 
massive muscle penetrating her little box and breaking her hymen was still 
frightening, there was no doubt in her mind that she wanted to go through 
with it. 

"Come on, Napoleon!" Emily told the ex cited animal. "It's time we graduated 
to something else!" 

The nude teenager quickly moved into a kneeling position and leaned well 
forward on her elbows and forearms, trying to make herself look as much like 
a dog as possible. 

"Okay, Napoleon, you know what I want!" she told him. "Go on! Just pretend 
I'm a dog, too!" 

Napoleon stood with his four feet planted squarely apart, looking at his 
young mistress with obvious interest. 

"Come on!" Emily coaxed. "Come on! Come on, you've got a nice cherry just 
waiting for you!" 

The oversize Saint Bernard cautiously moved into position behind her and 
paused to sniff her hindquarters with animal cautiousness before proceeding. 
Tickled by his cold nose, Emily squirmed her little butt in front of his 
face. 

"What are you waiting for, Napoleon?" she asked, looking back over her 
shoulder. "Come on!" 

Finally, Napoleon reared back on his hind legs and proceeded to mount his 
teenage mistress in standard dog fashion. Emily's back sagged as she 
suddenly felt his weight resting on top of her and she had to be careful not 
to lose her balance. Looking back through her legs, she discerned Napoleon's 
husky canine muscle emerging from its sheath. Knowing that it was her last 
chance to preserve her hymen, the inexperienced young girl had to suppress 
one final impulse to chicken out. 

"Okay, Napoleon, this is it!" she told the ex cited animal. "This is it!" 

Moving her hips around to help him get inserted, Emily watched from between 
her legs. Napoleon's cock was fully extended from its foreskin and the 
gleaming pink organ seemed almost gigantic in size. Emily bit her lip as she 
felt it poking at her vulva in search of the en trance passage. 

"Okay, Napoleon!" she spoke tensely. 

The young girl felt a sudden stab of intense pain, as if a red hot poker had 
been shoved into her pussy. There was a tearing sensation deep inside her 
and it was a moment before she realized that her hymen had been shredded by 
the stiff canine muscle. 

"Ow!" she cried out sharply. "Oh, my God, it hurts! Oww!" 

Tears filled her eyes and for a moment she didn't think she could stand the 
pain of being deflowered by the powerful young Saint Bernard. Aroused with 
pure animal excitement, Napoleon thrust his thick canine penis deep into the 
small pink tunnel. Blood from her torn hymen covered his rigid muscle and 
trickled down the insides of her thighs and the smell of warm blood seemed 
to excite the young animal all the more. 

"Ow! Ow! Oh, Napoleon, it hurts so much!" Emily cried out in anguish. "Oh, 
my! Ow!" 

Undeterred by his young mistress' distress, Napoleon began pumping with 
purely instinctive movements. The husky young animal was now fully governed 
by his sexual instincts and there was no turning back. His thick, bone hard 
canine cock thrust back and forth with quick, jerky movements and each 
forward thrust penetrated deeply into the warm tunnel. 

"Ow! Oh, my!" Emily exclaimed. "Oh, I never thought it would feel like 
this!" 

To her surprise, her initial pain and distress quickly began to subside and 
she began to enjoy the pumping motions that sent Napoleon's magnificent 
canine penis sliding back and forth in side her supple young pussy. Gasping 
for breath, she began throwing her hips around in an undulating fashion 
while the walls of her cunt grabbed instinctively at their visitor. Watching 
between her legs, she could see the pink muscle alternately appearing and 
disappearing as it journeyed back and forth with those purely animal 
movements. 

"Oh, wow! Oh! Oh!" the breathless teenager gasped. "Fuck me, Napoleon! Fuck 
me hard! Harder!" 

Powered by the tremendous muscles in his haunches, Napoleon drove his 
immense tool back and forth with powerful strokes. Emily shuddered violently 
each time that thick muscle sliced through her tight channel and she could 
feel a raging fire building in vaginal canal. Electric sensations extending 
from her vaginal orifice to deep in her cunt made her en tire body quiver 
and tremble involuntarily. Napoleon's power and weight made her feel 
feminine and submissive and she felt totally conquered by the enormous 
beast. 

"Oh! Ooh! ow!" Emily gasped, so breathless that her lungs hurt. "Oh! Oooh! 
Oh!" 

The distraught look of sexual excitement on her pretty face reflected her 
growing arousal. His huge body in full control of his young mistress, 
Napoleon thrust with punishing strokes that sent his powerful ramrod deep 
into the inner recesses of her tight young pussy. The huge animal was 
panting hard and it was evident that he could not restrain himself much 
longer. 

"Oh, I'm coming!" Emily cried out. "Ooh! Oooooh! OOH!" 

The young adolescent shuddered violently as she felt the initial waves of an 
intense orgasm starting to overwhelm her youthful body. Napoleon thrust 
forward with a hard lunge and Emily suddenly felt a warm rush of fluid deep 
in her pussy. Like a giant tank that had just ruptured, Napoleon's climax 
burst forth inside her as if powered by some huge syringe. Completely 
conquered, Emily surrendered with an ecstatic cry of sexual rapture and gave 
way to the spasms of a violent orgasm. 

Breathless and shuddering, the young girl collapsed on the floor and fought 
to regain her breath. Napoleon stood over her, panting and wagging his tail 
in friendly fashion. 

"Oh, you're so beautiful!" Emily told the oversize Saint Bernard to whom she 
had just surrendered her virginity. "Wow, what an animal!" 

Lying on her back, she patted Napoleon in a relaxed fashion. Dipping his 
head between her legs, the large animal sniffed at the accumulation of 
various secretions and odors, including a trace of blood from her shattered 
hymen. Ex tending his tongue, he began cleaning her up with steady swipes. 

"Oh, that's the way!" Emily told him. "Clean me up real good!" 

The cute thirteen-year-old watched as Napoleon licked her thoroughly all 
over, as if it were his responsibility to clean her up. At first it was like 
having a pleasant bath but it wasn't long before Napoleon's large tongue 
began to have a highly stimulating effect. Biting her lip, Emily began 
working her pelvis back and forth with coital movements. 

"Oh, Napoleon, you naughty boy!" Emily ex claimed. "You know what you're 
doing to me?" 

Wagging his bushy tail in a wide arc, Napoleon continued licking his young 
mistress with affectionate swipes of his tongue. Emily's pussy began to grow 
hot and itchy and her eyes became blurry as she found herself becoming 
sexually aroused. A daring thought entered her head and she told herself 
that she simply had to go through with it. 

"Oh, Napoleon, I just have to eat that beautiful prick of yours!" she 
exclaimed in a distraught voice. 

Frantically squirming around until she was positioned beneath the large 
animal, Emily hastily employed her fingers to tease his bright pink cock out 
of its foreskin sheath. Her hungry young mouth promptly tackled the 
glistening canine meat and in a moment the rigid muscle was between her 
lips. Standing astride his young mistress, Napoleon eagerly lapped at her 
pussy with his long tongue as she excitedly sucked him off. 

"MMMMMM!" Emily moaned with sexual excitement. Her entire body tingled with 
sheer erotic pleasure and she didn't give a second thought to what she was 
doing. 

Tormented by his mistress' hot little mouth, Napoleon shuddered convulsively 
and panted heavily as his tongue kept busy on her dripping cunny. Trying to 
get the thick canine cock as far into her mouth as humanly possible, Emily 

smacked her lips excitedly and continually flicked her tongue against the 
slippery meat. Just as she felt her own climax approaching, Napoleon 
shuddered violently and dog cream suddenly started spurting into her mouth. 
The hot, salty taste was unexpectedly delicious and Emily found herself 
savoring one blast after another as she herself experienced her own climax. 

"Oh, Napoleon, that's the best dish I ever tasted!" the cute teenager 
exclaimed afterward. Using her fingers to collect the excess dog come that 
had trickled down her chin, she carefully licked her fingers until they were 
clean. 

Author's comment. Emily's case is that of an otherwise inexperienced young 
adolescent who surrendered her virginity through an animal contact. Such 
cases are not rare or isolated by any means. There are a number of reported 
cases of young girls who of their own free will have sacrificed their 
virginity to a dog or other animal. However, except in unusual circumstances 
involving some pathological factor, such practices appear to have little, if 
any, long range effect. If given the opportunity, most such girls can go on 
to live entirely normal sex lives. 

CHAPTER SEVEN - THE LURE OF BESTIALITY 

Subjects: Eunice and her mother, Ramona File: D. L. 120 Ages: 17 and 39 
respectively 

"There are some things you don't believe even when you see them with your 
own eyes," Lester K. told me. 

At the time of our consultation, Lester was a nineteen-year-old college 
student. He was relating events that had taken place approximately three 
years ago when he was sixteen and his narrative continued as follows: 

Since at the time I had no other living relatives, I was sent to live with 
my Aunt Ramona and my older cousin Eunice, who was then seventeen. They 
lived in a distant state and I really did not know them too well. I had 
never visited their home before and knew only that they lived in a somewhat 
isolated rural area. My aunt had inherited a couple of farms which were near 
her home and which were operated for her by tenants. 

Aunt Ramona was a widow and had been for several years. Although she was 
close to forty, she did not really look her age and could have been mistaken 
for a woman several years younger. She had brunette hair and a passable 
figure and had not spread out like most women her age. As far as her 
personality went, she was not exactly the vivacious type but she was not 
unpleasant. Although I'm sure she wasn't too pleased about having me move in 
with her, she said nothing. 

Eunice was a pleasant looking blonde with a figure that could attract its 
share of attention. She liked tight sweaters and the mini-skirts that were 
fashionable then and it was obvious that she enjoyed dressing in a manner 
that would make boys ogle her. She was much more vivacious and outgoing than 
her mother. However, although she was only a year older than I was, she 
tended to look down upon me as a "kid" and would make kidding remarks about 
not wanting to "rob the cradle." 

They lived in a large, old-fashioned house in an area that was so isolated 
you could see no other homes in the immediate horizon. Apart from a cook, 
they were the only human occupants of the house. However, the house was pre 
sided over and I mean that literally, by a huge police guard dog, whose name 
was King Solomon. He prowled the grounds at all hours and you never knew 
when you would encounter him. I was scared shitless of him and so would 
anybody. 

Aunt Ramona told me that he had been specially trained as a guard dog and 
would go for anyone's throat when given the signal. When I asked her why in 
the world she wanted a dog like that around, she adamantly insisted that he 
was necessary for security purposes. That always struck me as a little 
strange, because I never did see any evidence of a crime wave in that 
community. However, you'll remember that in those days politicians were 
talking a lot of scare talk about law and order and I thought that perhaps 
my aunt had fallen for some of that malarkey. 

During my first few months there, I observed nothing out of the ordinary. At 
that time, I began to realize that Aunt Ramona often left the house at odd 
hours of the night. I couldn't imagine what she was doing and at first 
thought she might be a sleepwalker. I mentioned it to Eunice, who rather 
surprisingly told me that perhaps I'd better mind my own business. Of 
course, that had the opposite effect she intended and only whetted my 
curiosity all the more. 

One night about midnight, I heard a noise downstairs and realized that Aunt 
Ramona was off on one of her nocturnal wanderings. I decided that that was 
one mystery I was going to solve right then and there. I got out of bed, 
hurriedly dressed in the dark and surreptitiously followed her. It was a 
moonlit night and I could see quite well in the dark. 

I stepped out on the back porch and took a look around. Some distance away 
from the house I could see Aunt Ramona carrying a flash light and moving in 
a direction away from the house. I could make out the outline of King 
Solomon's hulking form beside her. I decided to follow them although I kept 
my distance, because I certainly didn't want that oversize guard dog 
attacking me in the darkness. 

Behind the house the property sloped down ward for a couple hundred yards to 
a winding stream. The area had not been kept up and was largely overgrown 
with bramble bushes and partly grown trees, although there was a small trail 
that led down to an abandoned guest house. It soon became apparent that Aunt 
Ramona was headed for that old guest house, but I couldn't imagine why. I 
had investigated it previously and knew that it contained only some old 
furniture. 

I watched from a safe distance as Aunt Ramona and King Solomon entered the 
guest house. She closed the door and turned on a small overhead light, which 
consisted of a single overhead bulb. Although I was scared to death that I 
would be seen or that King Solomon would pick up my scent, I decided that I 
simply had to find out what was going on. Taking my time, I crept up to the 
building. As I approached it, I thought I heard Aunt Ramona talking although 
I couldn't make out the words. However, as I got closer I heard her saying: 

"Lover, I can't wait for it tonight! I can't re member when I've been this 
horny!" 

Her voice sounded high-pitched and strained, as if she were trying to keep 
control of her nerves and of course the words seemed quite odd, to say the 
least. Making sure that I kept out of the line of anyone's sight, I crept up 
to one window and peeked inside. To my complete surprise, Aunt Ramona had 
removed her bulky sweater and was standing there in her well filled white 
brassiere and form fitting blue jeans. King Solomon was standing in front of 
her, his feet poised and his body highly tensed. 

At first, the significance of it all did not dawn on me. It's not that I was 
naive and didn't know about things like that; it's just that your mind isn't 
attuned to expecting someone you know and are related to be involved in 
something like that. 

"Be patient!" Aunt Ramona spoke to King Solomon in that babyish voice women 
often use in addressing animals. "Just wait till I get my things off!" 

As she spoke, she unfastened her jeans and began lowering them. About that 
time, the full significance of what I was watching hit me like a 
thunderbolt. At first I simply couldn't believe it! At the same time, I was 
too distracted by what I was seeing to stop to think about it in full 
detail. 

Aunt Ramona stepped out of her jeans and tossed them aside. She was wearing 
a diaphanous pair of flimsy white panties and through them I could see a 
dark, heavy triangle of hair. I was quite inexperienced sexually at the time 
and I must admit, the sight of my aunt standing there clad only in brassiere 
and panties produced a throbbing erection. Although she was more than twice 
as old as I was, her figure was quite appealing and I couldn't take my eyes 
off of her. 

"Now, take it easy, lover!" I heard her say to King Solomon, who had become 
quite restless and had taken a couple of steps forward. "Re member the time 
you almost tore my panties off?" she added with a laugh. She was behaving in 
a girlish, giddy manner I had not observed in her before, much like an 
overgrown schoolgirl who knew she was doing something naughty. 

Reaching behind her back, she unsnapped her brassiere and pulled the cups 
away from her breasts. My heart skipped a beat as her full, pink-tipped 
breasts spilled from the cones of the bra and jounced provocatively in front 
of me. They were surprisingly firm and the nipples tilted upward in a saucy, 
teasing fashion. 

"Just a second, lover and then we'll be all set!" she remarked to the dog. 
Her face was hotly flushed and even from a distance one could see that she 
was highly excited. 

To my disappointment, she did not immediately remove her panties. Instead, 
she turned her back to me and went over to a small table. It was a moment 
before I discerned that she was preparing some gravy-like mixture, 
apparently for King Solomon. That huge animal seemed to be getting all the 
more restless with each passing moment. While I watched with dismay, he 
walked over to her and tried to pull her panties down with his teeth! 

"Here, don't!" Aunt Ramona cried out although her voice made it apparent 
that she was quite amused by the attention she was getting. 

Carrying the dish of gravy over to a small stand which stood by a bed, she 
hooked her fingers into the waistband of her panties and pulled them down. 
The triangle of dark brunette hair between her shapely legs was very heavy, 
almost shaggy and stood out vividly against her milk white flesh. Stepping 
out of the panties and tossing them playfully at King Solomon, she stretched 
out supine on the bed with her head propped up on a couple of pillows. The 
dog was standing by the bed and was obviously in a state of high impatience. 

"Just a second, lover and I'll be ready!" Aunt Ramona spoke in an excited 
voice. 

She was lying facing more or less in my direction and I caught a flash of 
pink as she spread her legs wide open. However, the thick tuft of hair 
virtually camouflaged her pussy. Although I suppose I should have known what 
was going to happen, I still watched in complete dismay as she carefully 
poured the gravy out all over her pubic area! 

"Here's your supper!" she called out to King Solomon. 

With one might leap, King Solomon bounded up on the bed and in to position 
between Aunt Ramona's out spread legs. While I watched with a combination of 
horror and fascination, the huge police dog began licking her gravy smeared 
pussy with long, powerful swipes of his tongue! It seemed totally incredible 
that my own aunt could be doing something as per verse as that and in 
retrospect I think that if I had not been so afraid of King Solomon, I would 
have rushed in to stop them. 

"Oh! Oh! That's the way!" Aunt Ramona ex claimed, her voice reflecting her 
obvious arousal. "Get all of it, Solomon!" 

The grotesque sight almost sickened me at first, but I must admit that I 
remained rooted to the spot and couldn't take my eyes off of them. Panting 
with excitement, King Solomon lapped rapidly with his long, capable tongue 
and it was quite obvious that he thoroughly enjoyed his bizarre assignment. 
Tongue washed by the huge dog's quick tongue, Aunt Ramona's pussy glistened 
with wet, curly hair. The full, plump outer lips of her cunt were now quite 
visible and I could hardly stand the sight of that dog's tongue in contact 
with them. 

"Clean me up!" she directed. "That's the way! Oh, your tongue feels so nice! 

Her face was highly flushed and she was moving her hips back and forth with 
movements that resembled a burlesque dancer. Despite the revulsion that 
scene caused me, my own cock was really pounding with excitement and I'll 
admit that I would have liked to have fucked her even if she were my own 
aunt. 

"How's that big prick of yours, Solomon?" Aunt Ramona asked in a distraught 
voice. "My pussy's just itching for it! I can't wait for a good, hard fuck! 
There's nothing like having a big dog cock in you!" 

Her words, apart from their vulgarity, sounded almost insane and she spoke 
them in a voice that seemed totally abandoned. Despite what had already 
happened, I could hardly believe that she was going to actually let that 
huge, ugly dog fuck her. I'd read about things like that, but I had thought 
that things like that only happen in places like Port Said. The notion that 
my own aunt would be involved in something like this was a real mind blower. 

King Solomon was still vigorously licking her pussy and she kept jerking and 
flopping her hips around on the bed in a wildly reflexive manner. 

"Oh, Solomon, your prick! I simply have to have it!" she said, her voice 
hoarse with sexual arousal. "I simply have to have that big prick of yours 
in my cunt!" 

I told myself she had to be insane to talk like that. A woman who was the 
least bit normal couldn't possibly talk like that. 

"I simply have to have that big prick of yours!" she kept repeating herself, 
like some religious chant. "I simply have to have that big prick of yours!" 

As I watched, she slowly and lasciviously began turning herself over on the 
bed. King Solomon watched, his entire body rigid with expectation, as she 
moved into a kneeling position in front of him. Throwing her head downward 
against the pillows, she knelt in doggie fashion with her body entirely 
vulnerable to that huge police dog's animal desires. Once again I 
experienced an almost overwhelming desire to rush in and stop them, but I 
sensed that I would wind up with King Solomon at my throat. 

"Let me have your prick!" Aunt Ramona begged. "Please! I just have to have 
it!" 

Her entire body quivered as King Solomon paused to sniff at her rear end. 

"Please! Fuck me! Hurry up!" she pleaded. "I just have to have that big 
prick!" 

I gulped hard as I watched King Solomon rear up and mount her, just as if he 
were fucking another dog. Aunt Ramona gasped as his weight came down on her 
back and I was surprised that she could actually stand to bear his weight 
like that. It was about this time that I caught sight of King Solomon's huge 
red prick emerging from its foreskin. That ugly muscle was simply ob scene! 
Just the sight of it made me shudder with revulsion and the thought that 
Aunt Ramona was actually going to allow him to screw her with it was almost 
unbearable. 

"Please! Fuck me! Fuck me!" Aunt Ramona kept repeating, sounding very much 
like a bitch in heat. 

I watched with a mixture of horror and fascination as King Solomon struggled 
to make the bestial connection. It was obviously not an easy task to 
accomplish and both of them moved around in a manner that seemed quite 
obscene. 

"Fuck me, Solomon! Please! Get it inside me!" Aunt Ramona kept saying. 
"Please! Hurry! My pussy's simply burning up!" 

Despite my revulsion my nose was pressed tightly against the window pane and 
there was no way I was going to avoid looking at the bizarre spectacle 
unfolding in front of me. After struggling for a few moments, King Solomon 
finally accomplished his objective. My heart almost stood still as I caught 
the sight of his enormous canine prick poking its way between the plump 
outer lips of Aunt Ramona's cunt. 

"Oh, I feel it! I feel it!" she exclaimed with almost breathless excitement. 

The bestial connection achieved, King Solomon thrust forward with a vigorous 
surge. I watched with complete amazement as several inches of bright red dog 
cock disappeared inside Aunt Ramona's yielding pussy. 

"Ahh!" Aunt Ramona emitted a gasp that reflected discomfort, excitement and 
various other emotions; it was the type of gasp one might hear from a woman 
who had just obtained something she had wanted all her life. 

It was an almost unbelievable sight to witness. King Solomon's huge, shaggy 
body completely dominated Aunt Ramona's comparatively small, white human 
body. Despite its repulsiveness, there was no doubt that it was a 
fascinating, almost breathtaking, sight. Even today it is still as vivid in 
my mind as a photo graph. Their sexual organs were approximately the same 
color and from a distance they simply melded one into another. 

"Oh, what a feeling!" Aunt Ramona ex claimed. "What a prick! Oh, your big 
prick feels so good! So good!" she went on and on in that vein, at times 
sounding like a broken record. 

Oh, what a brutally hard fucking that huge police dog administered to her! 
That huge prick of his moved back and forth inside her with long, 
unbelievably fast strokes that I'm sure were purely reflexive in nature. 
There's simply no way a human being could fuck that fast or hard. I don't 
see how Aunt Ramona could absorb punishment like that, but her reaction was 
one of wild and total rapture. 

"Oh, keep doing it! What a prick!" she kept saying. "Fuck me! Fuck me! Oh, 
only a dog could fuck like that!" 

As King Solomon's rapidly moving prick continued to assault her pussy, her 
reactions became more and more intense. Completely in sane, you might call 
them. At times, she simply screamed in a bloodcurdling fashion and her face 
was continually contorted with tortured expressions that reflected a variety 
of emotions. She was shaking her hips in a wild dance of sensual passion and 
at times she simply pounded her fists against the bed in a frenzy of 
emotion. Of course, I had never seen anything like it in my life and at 
times I felt that I was suffering from a nightmare rather than observing 
reality. 

"Oh! Oh! Harder! Keep doing it! Oooh!" Aunt Ramona was becoming so 
distraught that it was hard to make out what she was saying and at times her 
exclamations were nothing more than animal-like groans and moans. "Oh! 
Ooooh! Oooh! Oh, what a wonderful prick!" 

Even from a distance, I could sense that both of them were rapidly 
approaching their climaxes. The thought of dog come filling her pussy made 
me shudder with disgust. King Solomon was panting and snorting and the 
quick, jerky movements that sent his enormous dick thrusting deeply into 
Aunt Ramona's pussy were becoming progressively more rapid. And at the same 
time, she was becoming more and more hysterical. 

"Oh! Oooh! Oh! Ah! Ahh! Oh!" she gasped, her eyes glazed with excitement. 

King Solomon thrust forward, driving his rigid cock into the hilt and it 
suddenly became apparent that he was climaxing deep inside her cunt. Aunt 
Ramona uttered a piercing scream and her entire body froze for an instant 
before giving way to spasmodic shudders that had to be seen to be believed. 
The sight of the two of them climaxing in bestial unison was enough to make 
my blood run cold. It all seemed totally grotesque and unbelievably 
perverse. 

"Oh, that wonderful dog prick of yours!" Aunt Ramona breathlessly exclaimed 
as the huge police dog dismounted. "There's nothing like it! Now I feel like 
a woman again!" 

Realizing that the bizarre performance was probably concluded for the 
evening and that my presence might soon be detected, I beat a hasty retreat 
back to the house. Alone in my room afterwards, I was so aroused by what I 
had seen that I could not resist masturbating. As I beat off my meat, images 
of that incredible spectacle kept racing through my mind despite my 
conscious efforts to block them out. I tried to imagine myself in King 
Solomon's place, but simply couldn't. 

The next morning at breakfast, I didn't know quite how to face my aunt. 
However, she seemed like a perfectly normal, ordinary woman who was reading 
her paper and drinking her coffee like any other woman. It seemed almost 
impossible that she was the sex crazed female I had seen carrying on with 
her police dog the night before. I'm sure a close study of my behavior 
around her would have given away my knowledge of her guilty secret, but she 
paid little attention to me. 

I told myself that I must never return to that guest house again. Apart from 
the emotional strain it would cause me, it was simply too dangerous. I'm 
sure if she had detected my presence, she would have simply turned King 
Solomon loose on me and later claimed it was an accident. After all, a woman 
like that could hardly afford to have others in the community know of her 
bizarre sexual practices. Or, at least, that's the way I felt at the time. 

Regardless of my intentions, however, I soon found that I simply wouldn't 
resist the temptation. Whenever I would hear Aunt Ramona leaving the house 
on one of her nocturnal ad ventures with King Solomon, I would follow her at 
a safe distance and serve as an unseen witness to her perverse activities. 
The sessions were almost always the same and were carried out in an almost 
ritualistic fashion. Apparently King Solomon had been trained to perform in 
this one particular manner and she did not want to risk making any changes. 
Aunt Ramona's behavior always involved almost total hysteria and there were 
times when I thought she was simply going to swoon in to complete 
insensibility. 

Those performances, as obscene and shocking as they were, invariably aroused 
me sexually and I would masturbate immediately after wards. Although at 
times I thought I must be crazy myself, images of King Solomon fucking Aunt 
Ramona always raced through my mind on such occasions no matter how much I 
tried to think of something else. I became quite addicted to masturbation 
and even at the time realized that the scenes I had been witnessing would 
undoubtedly have a permanent effect on me. 

Then there was my cousin, Eunice. In time, I began to suspect that there was 
something odd about her too. Although she was rather attractive and dressed 
in a manner designed to attract attention, I soon realized that she dated 
rarely and turned down many offers from guys who were easily good enough for 
her. Also, she had a knack of disappearing for hours around the house and no 
one seemed to know what she was up to. As a result, I decided to keep an eye 
on her and it wasn't long before that decision paid a much larger dividend 
than I could possibly have anticipated. 

Eunice and I went to the same high school, which was within walking distance 
of home. Al though school let out at the same time for everyone, we almost 
never walked home together and Eunice often pulled her disappearing act 
right after school. One time I decided to make a special effort to track 
down her movements. I caught sight of her walking down a side road that you 
could take home, although it was a roundabout route. I started following 
her, even though it was broad daylight and she could have seen me by simply 
turning around. 

Keeping as much distance as I could while still keeping her in view, I 
followed her. There were no houses along this road, which was in a heavily 
wooded area. Aunt Ramona owned parts of this property, although I wasn't 
really sure which parts. Eunice was about two hundred yards down the road 
from me, when I saw her open a gate and move into a wooded area which I 
assumed was owned by her mother. 

And who do you think was waiting for her at that gate? You guessed it. King 
Solomon I could hardly believe it; and at first thought it was simply a 
coincidence since that police dog was used to roaming all over my aunt's 
property at will. Hoping that my presence would not be detected, I broke 
into a run to find out if my suspicions were true. 

By the time I reached the gate, I could barely see Eunice and King Solomon 
as they walked down a narrow path that led into the woods. Keeping slightly 
off the path so that they would not easily detect me, I began following 
them. They were not moving too quickly and I began catching up with them. I 
could Eunice talking to King Solomon in a pleasant voice, although I 
couldn't make out her words. 

Finally, I realized that they had stopped in a small clearing. Taking great 
care to stay behind trees where they could not catch a glimpse of me, I 
slowly caught up with them. When I got to a tree that couldn't have been 
more than fifteen feet from them, I realized at once that my worst 
suspicions were confirmed. Like her mother, Eunice was a dog-fucker! 

She had removed her brown school sweater, revealing bare white shoulders and 
a nice bosom outlined by her white slip and brassiere and was obviously in 
the process of disrobing. 

"How's your prick this afternoon?" I heard her ask King Solomon. The 
question was followed by a girlish giggle and her attitude made it apparent 
that she was fully prepared for a pleasant afternoon of dog fucking. 

She removed her skirt and started piling her clothing in a neat pile on the 
ground. She pulled her slip off over her head, mussing her blonde hair 
slightly and revealing her trim figure attired only in white brassiere and 
panties and clinging, cinnamon-shaded panty hose. The sight of her vibrant 
young figure produced an instant erection on my part and I felt a deep sense 
of outrage that King Solomon was going to enjoy the feminine charms that 
were denied me. 

Eunice grabbed King Solomon's head in her hands and lewdly kissed him. "I 
just can't wait for that big prick of yours!" she told him, laughing in a 
strange distraught fashion. I could see that her cheeks were hotly flushed 
in a manner that indicated a high state of sexual arousal. 

My older cousin unsnapped her brassiere and quickly added it to the pile of 
clothing on the ground. Her breasts were plump and quite fully rounded and 
the bright pink tips made a vivid contrast with the milk white flesh 
surrounding them. Liberated from the confines of the brassiere, the two 
mounds jounced prettily in the late afternoon sun. 

"You want it, don't you?" Eunice asked King Solomon in a teasing voice. "I 
know you do. You were waiting for me!" 

From my vantage point behind the tree, I watched as she hooked her fingers 
into the waistband of her pantyhose and panties and pulled the two garments 
down together. As she extricated them from her feet, I found myself gazing 
at her nicely rounded, pink-white ass and cute pussy, which was covered with 
a downy growth of light brown hair. Her pink vulva was briefly visible as 
she lifted her feet to remove her final items of clothing. 

Completely nude, she stood in a Venus pose before the huge police dog. King 
Solomon stepped forward and began sniffing at her pussy in an inquisitive 
manner, while she watched him with a look of expectant excitement on her 
face. As King Solomon extended his tongue and began licking her pussy, she 
emitted a feminine squeal and wriggled her cute butt in girlish fashion. 

"See how wet my pussy is?" she spoke in an agitated voice. "That shows how 
much my pussy really wants your prick!" She chattered continually in this 
vein and it seemed at times that she was deliberately trying to say things 
in the most vulgar fashion possible. 

I wanted to rush out to stop them, but there was no doubt in my mind what 
King Solomon would do if I tried to deprive him of that feminine meat he was 
about to enjoy. As he licked at Eunice's pussy, he would occasionally quiver 
violently and I would catch a glimpse of his pink canine cock emerging from 
its foreskin on a trial run. 

"Oh, it feels so good!" Eunice told him in a voice that was simply dripping 
with sugar. "So good! There isn't a boy in the world who's got a tongue to 
match yours!" 

As King Solomon continued licking her pussy with his tongue, she ran her 
hands lasciviously through her breasts and began massaging them for 
auto-erotic gratification. That lewd scene continued for several minutes, 
during which Eunice continually talked to King Solomon as if he were the 
world's greatest lover. There were times when I could hardly stand it, 
although I must admit that I couldn't take my eyes off of them. 

"Oh, please, Solomon!" Eunice impetuously exclaimed. "I can't wait any 
longer!" 

Without further ado, the shapely young blonde dropped to a kneeling position 
on the grass. King Solomon promptly mounted her and I could see his long 
prick extended obscenely from its sheath. Eunice suddenly arched her back, 
threw her head back and emitted a shrill scream as the oversized canine 
prick penetrated her vagina. 

"Oh, wow!" she exclaimed in an ecstatic manner as King Solomon's mighty 
prick disappeared into her cunt. 

Without further ado, the huge police dog began administering a hard, 
punishing fucking. It was a familiar scene to me and in many respects 
Eunice's reactions duplicated those I had observed in her mother on previous 
occasions. King Solomon's almost brutally hard thrusts seemed to whip her 
into a near frenzy. She constantly squealed and screamed and her face was 
totally contorted with a mixture of strain and various other emotions. 

"Oh! Oh! Oooh! What a prick!" she cried out. "Oh! Oooh! I'm coming!" 

King Solomon thrust forward in an almost savage manner and I could see his 
huge body shuddering as his hot dog come poured into Eunice's cunt. She 
screamed wildly and I could see her entire body trembling violently in the 
throes of what was obviously a highly intense orgasm. In that outdoor, 
wooded setting, the bizarre combination of animal and human sex seemed 
especially primitive and contrary to nature. 

I decided I had seen enough and stealthily crept away before my presence was 
discovered. Needless to say, the discovery that both Eunice and her mother 
were dog-fuckers produced quite an impact on me and I could hardly get my 
thoughts sorted out as I made my way home. At dinnertime that evening, I 
noticed that Eunice looked visibly upset and more than a little embarrassed. 
Afterwards, to my surprise, she quietly followed me to my room and asked to 
speak to me for a few minutes. She closed the door behind her when she came 
in and looked decidedly uncomfortable as she stood in front of me. 

"I guess you know all about it," she said miserably. 

Although I assumed she was talking about the scene I had witnessed earlier, 
I really couldn't believe she would bring up that subject around me. "About 
what?" I asked. 

"You know that I'm a dog fucker!" she blurted out, her face quite red. 

Apparently she must have caught sight of me as I departed earlier. "You and 
your mother both!" I told her. 

As I expected, she displayed no surprise at that accusation. Later, she 
confessed that she had gotten the idea from spying on her mother. 

"Will you promise not to tell anybody?" she pleaded with me. From the look 
in her eyes, it was apparent that she desperately wanted to keep the 
shameful secret in the family. 

"You're both crazy as far as I'm concerned," I told her. 

"We're not crazy," she replied. "You know that. You're just irritated 
because we're putting out for that dog and not you!" 

She had a point there but I didn't want to admit it. "Listen, a girl who 
puts out for dogs might be good enough to suck my cock, but that's all!" I 
told her. 

Eunice flushed warmly at my words. "All right, if that's all I'm good for!" 
she spoke in a resigned voice. "I really don't mind doing it! In fact, I 
rather like eating it!" 

For a moment, I thought she was putting me on. But it soon became apparent 
that she wasn't. 

"Before I do it, though, I want you to promise not to tell anyone about 
mother and me!" she insisted. 

"Okay, I promise." I told her quickly. 

Her face a flaming crimson, my once proud cousin dropped to her knees 
between my outstretched legs. The very thought of what she was about to do 
was sufficient to give me a throbbing hardon and I sat there with an obvious 
bulge in my pants. Without waiting to be told, Eunice unzipped my fly and 
pulled it open. My hot, hard cock popped right out in front of her eyes and 
I could discern a visible look of surprise come over her face. Her small 
hand grabbed my meat in a tight squeeze and she held it that way. 

"You've got a beautiful prick, Lester!" she told me in a dreamy voice. "Any 
girl would love to eat something as nice as this!" 

With that she impulsively leaned forward and planted a nice, juicy kiss 
right on the crown. I caught my breath and held it as long as I could. 
Gathering up a mouthful of saliva, Eunice opened her pretty mouth as far as 
possible and slid it down over the head. The full effect of her hot, wet 
little mouth hit me like a bolt of lightning and I could hardly believe that 
anything could feel that good. 

"Wow!" I exclaimed automatically. 

Her eyes closed and her face scarlet, Eunice began working my pounding cock 
farther into her mouth. The strain on her face was quite apparent as its 
thickness forced her jaws wide apart and I was more than a little surprised 
that she could work it in so far. As she worked it in nearly to her throat, 
she drummed teasingly on the remaining portions with her fingers. In a few 
moments, her mouth was completely filled with rock hard cock and she paused 
to let it soak of a few moments. 

"That feels great!" I told her, leaning back on my elbows to watch my pretty 
cousin eating my masculine member. 

Brushing her blonde hair back from her eyes so that we could both see what 
was going on, she began sucking on it as if it were her favorite shade of 
lollipop. I could see her cheeks collapsing and the suction noise was quite 
audible. Of course, I had never felt anything like it in my life and could 
not refrain from moving my pelvis back and forth with quick, jerky 
movements. From time to time, Eunice's mouth would become so filled with 
saliva that she would be forced to pause and swallow with a noisy gulp. At 
one such pause, she drew back until just the tip was between her pink lips. 

"Don't stop now, baby!" I told her. By this time, my cock was simply aching 
and there was no way I was going to let her stop. 

"Don't worry!" she assured me, nibbling on the head with her full lips even 
as she spoke. "I never realized you had a prick this big!" 

"Well, it's nothing compared to King Solomon!" I chided her in a sarcastic 
voice. 

"But it's still nice and chewy!" she replied, refusing to be baited. 

Before I could reply, she plunged her hot, wet mouth down over my pounding 
meat and began sucking furiously on it. Leaning back, I watched her blonde 
head bobbing up and down in my lap as my throbbing penis alternately 
disappeared and reappeared between her lips. Her tongue was constantly busy 
and I could feel it continually teasing and stabbing as she sucked. She kept 
one hand on the base and continually stroked in a practiced manner, as if 
helping the semen along its passage. There was no doubt that she was an 
expert fellatrix. 

"That's the way, baby!" I told her. "That's the way!" 

There was no way I could resist those tantalizing sensations for very long. 
My aching cock had that furious tickly in it and I was jerking my pelvis 
back and forth with quick reflexive movements that were becoming 
uncontrollable. To prevent Eunice from escaping the blast that was soon to 
follow, I grabbed her blonde head with both hands and held it firmly in 
position. She moaned and shuddered but made no attempt to escape. 

"Here we go!" I finally exclaimed. 

Coming right up off of my seat, I blasted my hot semen into my pretty 
cousin's waiting mouth. Eunice's head snapped back automatically, but my 
hands held her in position. Gurgling and gasping but no resisting, she took 
my entire climax in her mouth. As I settled back down in my seat again, she 
settled her head in my lap and let my cock in her wet mouth. I could see her 
throat muscles working as she swallowed my semen. 

"Just remember, I'll do it any time you want!" she reminded me as she left. 
"But you have to promise you'll keep your mouth shut about ..." 

There was no need for her to finish the sentence. "I understand," I told 
her. 

From that time on, Eunice was my own personal cocksucker. Of course, it was 
blackmail, but she then she didn't seem to mind it at all. Although she told 
me that she was willing to go all the way with me, I simply couldn't bring 
myself to put my cock where that dog had been. I didn't have any trouble 
doing it with other girls, but with Eunice I simply couldn't do it. 

This went on for several months until one afternoon Aunt Ramona caught us in 
the act. She started to give us a lecture, but stopped abruptly and looked 
as if someone had knocked the wind out of her when I explained exactly why 
Eunice was blowing me. That evening Aunt Ramona come to my bedroom and knelt 
before me to buy my silence. She proved to be just as accomplished a 
fellatrix as her daughter. 

During the next couple of years, I was the recipient of countless free blow 
jobs from my aunt and cousin. At the same time, they enjoyed their frolics 
with King Solomon. There is no doubt that it was all a very strange 
relationship, but I think it provided sexual gratification for everyone. 

Author's comment. At the time of our consultation, Lester was no longer 
living with his aunt and cousin. In view of the unnatural nature of their 
relationship, I strongly urged him to stay away from them on a permanent 
basis and to cultivate normal relationships with other girls. He recognized 
that there were severe problems involved and that my advice was correct, but 
there was something about his attitude that indicated he would not heed my 
counsel. 

A year later I learned from a third party that Lester and his cousin were 
sharing an apartment in a large metropolitan area. My informant seemed 
surprised when I told him that the two of them surely owned a large dog. 


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