THE ANIMAL SEX ROMANCE
By C. Harold John


Introduction

The term 'sexual deviancy' is one which has been bandied about in recent years. It has
come to have definitions which range to each end of the sexual spectrum. From varied
positions of intercourse through sadistic and masochistic behavioral patterns, the use of
the term has become clouded and indecisive. When the term 'sexual deviancy' is applied
to the act of bestiality, however, we may be certain that that act does range within the
doctrines of the definition itself.
In deviant behavior, we refer to that behavior which is out of the normal. In a society
which sees murder as a normal, everyday event, deviant behavior could not be applied
to the act of killing one's fellow human being. In the same way, sexual deviancy cannot
be applied to a sexual activity which is widely practiced, even though that act may be
condemned by a group of moral judges.
Bestiality, then, in a society which as a whole does not engage in such practices, and
which also is labeled a taboo by the moralistic doctrines of that society can, and is
considered within the realm of deviant behavior. As such, then, there is much to be
learned and discovered about this form of behavior which resides far outside the normal
patterns of our society. The fact that it is deviant does not mean that it is not practiced,
and on a greater scale than society would like to accept.
Bestiality is a taboo in our society. In order to understand this relegation, we must first
understand the use of the word taboo. Taboo refers to a prohibition that is neither
imposed by law nor by any religious sanction. It refers to an act, or a situation, or a
person, or a thing that is inherently dangerous and must be avoided because of the
automatic penalty that will be suffered by anyone who violates the taboo. A taboo, in
advanced as well as primitive cultures, exercises a powerful kind of social control, not
because the violator may be 'caught' and punished by temporal or spiritual authorities,
but because he has instilled in him by custom and tradition a deep fear of the tabooed
thing, the tabooed act, the tabooed situation. It (the taboo) is felt to be inherently evil
and harmful." 1 In this definition of the word, we discover many of the premises which
affect the behavioral patterns, along with the feelings which occur after having
committed the act itself. Even though laws do exist in the United States to punish those
who commit bestiality, there is a much wider spectrum of 'taboos' against the act which
most likely affect the practitioner far more intensely than does the existing laws.
It has been proven by researchers that there is an increase in this country, as well as
others, of the practice of bestiality. Why this increase exists, and why the taboos of
yesterday are being violated must be considered before any attempt to analyze the act
itself will be made.
The world finds itself on the brink of crumbling institutions, falling governments and
disintegrating societies. The world which existed ten years ago no longer can be found.
Knowledge has spread to the people, and because of that, the premises which allowed
certain societies and corrupt governments to function have been destroyed. And, along
with that the taboos which formerly affected sexual behavior to such an intense degree
have also been destroyed, only to be replaced by a willingness to seek the pleasure and
erotic stimulation that many believe is only a portion of our human heritage.
To fill the void where taboos formerly existed, people throughout the world are seeking
new experiences; sexual encounters that will open them to the potential of their sensory
lives. No more do the 'old wives tales' surrounding sexuality exist The taboos which
were based upon unreality, or morality have crumpled quickly under the objective eye
of science and knowledge. People have awakened to the fact that very few, if any, sexual
practices are inherently dangerous. They have begun to understand where the taboo
leaves off and the reality begins.
Bestiality had many taboos associated with its practice. Many of those came from the
punishment which would be inflicted upon anyone caught having sex with an animal.
Many of them came from the mystical and religious association which was conjured up
by the image of animal sexuality. But no matter what the taboo, or folklore, the fact
remained that aside from rare instances, those who engaged in practices of bestiality
rarely got hurt. The figures were the same if the situation was taken from the animal's
point of view.
So, after centuries of stumbling in the dark, man has emerged with a new, more
realistic sense of himself and the practices of his fellow men. Even though bestiality
maybe considered deviant, it is only that because it is not practiced by the majority; not
because it is inherently 'evil' or 'low'. The scale of relativity, when it includes murder,
genocide, and famine makes bestiality a relatively minor infraction of the 'human code';
if, indeed, it is an infraction at all.
There is no one in today's world, if he or she is aware of what goes on on this planet,
who cannot say that civilization is becoming what has been called by certain segments,
'a rotten trip'. What, cruelty, injustice, starvation, bigotry... they are all within the
spectrum of our so-called modern civilization. They carry with them many times the
rationale of 'civilization'; but most of the time that rationale is only for those seeking to
gain from its use. And yet, with all that goes on which is negative, we still retain the
right to judge someone who commits the act of bestiality as a sexual pervert; someone
who is not fit to live in our civilized world as a normal member of the population.
This volume of case histories has been compiled to attempt to thwart that assumption;
to show through actual case histories that people who commit bestiality are sometimes
those of us who seek an escape from the torments and hardships of living in the
modern world. "To the imagination, the animal represents sexuality freed from the
restrictions imposed by civilization and humanity; and both men and women envy the
abandon with which an animal may be supposed to satisfy its erotic needs." Is it any
wonder that more and more people, both men and women, seek an outlet from the
anxieties of the modern world, seek a retreat back to the natural rhythms of nature and
its kingdom? I believe that this is a phenomena which is not so much deviant as it is
reactive to forces which affect us all.
In this volume, the reader will be exposed to four different people, each from a different
walk of life, who at one time or another has practiced bestiality. Their experiences are
not those of sexual perverts, nor are they particularly mentally incapable. Instead, they
are people who have been subjected to a certain environment which has made it
impossible for them to lead 'normal' sexual lives. The pressures and anxieties which
they have faced has caused them to turn away from the normal sexuality and into a
world of behavior which is commonly condemned by society.
Each of the people featured in this volume told their story to me via a tape recorder.
Each session was edited and then submitted in that version to the editors. None of the
integrated experiences, no matter how explicit or potentially offensive has been deleted.
The experiences of each of the people discussed in this volume must, I believe, be given
a full and complete airing. Without that total look, we may revert once again to easy
definitions and simple condemnations.
The reasons why each of the people has engaged in bestiality will be discussed at the
end of each chapter in that section entitled 'the summary'. Their motivations, possible
emotional difficulties, and sexual appetites will be examined. Hopefully, from these
short and direct analyzations, we will each come out with a better understanding of why
the acts occurred in the first place. Also, I will not attempt, during the summary
portions, to generalize the subject's behavior into vast and deadening categories. I think
we have all had enough of the logistics, the statistics and rate charts to last for a while.
What we should be doing is instilling an individualistic and 'onetime' only approach to
the behavior of human beings. After all, everyone is different, and everyone does have
various reasons for acting the way he or she does. No human being, I believe, can be
pocketed into a slot and told to remain there just because a computer has deemed it so.
At the end of the volume itself, there is a bibliography of the books used in the research
which I have done. I suggest this reading list to those who are interested in pursuing
the study a little further for a number of reasons. First, the wealth of information now
available is great, and should be perused in order to familiarize oneself with
developments and data. Secondly, there is rapid change in field of sexual study, and a
general appraisal of the changes will help the reader to understand more readily the
changes which are taking place today. We have come a long way in understanding
human sexuality, but once a perusal of the literature available is made, the reader will
most certainly come to the conclusion that there is still a long way to go.
In closing, let me say a few words about the gathering and authorship of material for
this book. Since this is not my first volume on the subject of bestiality, and hopefully
not my last, I feel qualified to make a few remarks about the people who I have spoken
with over the years.
My first impression of a human being who practiced bestiality was one of an illiterate
farmhand who walked around seducing anything and everything in the barnyard. To
my uneducated mind, such a person was less than human, a sexual pervert loosened
upon the land.
But after interviewing hundreds of people who have admittedly practiced bestiality, I
find that they are all different. Some have been educated and quite intelligent, others
have been naively intelligent without possessing a formal education. The women have
ranged from the strikingly beautiful to the homely, from the poor to the wealthy. In
other words, each has been an individual, walking out of a lifestyle and environment
quite unlike anyone else's.
Also, there has been a striking willingness on the people I have spoken with to speak in
rather free and open terms about their experiences with animals. Possibly, this comes
from the idea that since they have already broken down one taboo, there is no hesitancy
or fear to disregard that taboo of language which has caused so many writers, for so
many years, millions of dollars in lawsuits and penalties. The other possibility is that
these people have attempted to express their sexuality in an unconfined manner, outside
the limits imposed by society and their culture. In doing so, they have adopted as free
and open a dialogue concerning their experiences as possible. Whatever the reason, the
reserve which I would have expected from people who had committed such a heinous
'sexual crime' did not exist. The need to communicate, the desire to share their
experiences, no matter what their own personal reactions might have been, was strong.
In compiling these case histories, there has occurred one, general pattern throughout
which should be commented upon. That is that very few of the cases have ever fit
precisely into the 'norm'. The people, as mentioned earlier, have been from all walks of
life, and have participated in varying lifestyles. In other words, there is little that can be
ascertained in this survey which lends itself to a logical progression.
Then again, there is very little on this planet that can lend itself to a logical progression.
These volumes, this volume, have been compiled in an attempt to present the reader
with a general, overall view of the sexual deviancy known as bestiality. If after reading
the volume and the analysis the reader still wishes to label all those who practice
bestiality 'perverts', then that is up to the reader. What I, as the author and researcher,
hope is the result can only be stated in terms of acceptance and awareness. Acceptance
of the human being as a reality, and not as an ideal. And awareness of the human being
as an inhabitant of a planet which many times does not correspond to the moral
dictates and taboos of man-made societies.


Chapter 1

Liz M. is twenty-two-years-old. She is a tall blonde, with thick, rich hair cascading
down her back to her waist. Her body is that of an athlete, muscular and extremely
well-endowed. Recently, she was involved in a photographic shooting on the shores of
the Pacific Ocean where she bared all for the cameras.
This young and adventurous free-spirit did not always live the pleasant life. At age
eighteen, Liz left her farm house, and her parents, behind. Hitchhiking across the
country, she arrived in California where she immediately dropped into the Hippie scene
that was then in full bloom. It was during this period that the young woman began
experiencing her first sexual encounters, developing a taste for the sensual that would
never leave her.
Retreating for a while to a small cabin in the woods of Northern California, Liz began
experimenting with sexual acts that within the normal and regulated structure of society
would have been considered deviant. It is here that Liz first engaged in bestiality; a
sexual experience that the beautiful young woman neither regrets nor particularly
favors.
Using a tape recorder, and Liz's enthusiastic retelling, I was able to elicit from her the
complete and uncensored story of her life during the last four years. Willing to speak
without shame or embarrassment, Liz revealed the intimate facts of her behavior.
I have included this case history in this volume because I feel it demonstrates a new
outlook, expressed by Liz through her actions, that foretell of a new day of sexual
liberation amongst the women of the United States. It also demonstrates how far one
woman will go when the strict bonds of sexual protectiveness have been lifted, and
sexual freedom is encountered.
I remember the first look I ever had of San Francisco. Three days of hitchhiking across
the country, with barely anything to eat, and suddenly there I was crossing the Bay
Bridge into city. The night sky was beautiful, the lights of city. I was so excited that I
could hardly speak.
The guy who had picked me up outside Needles that morning just laughed when he
saw the way I looked at the town. He knew that I was a country girl, but I guess he
never expected that kind of reaction.
"You ever seen the ocean?" He asked as we drove into the center city.
"Nope."
"I'll show it to you, then."
His name was Rick, he was about thirty-five, had a family back East and traveled as a
salesman for an electronics company. When he had picked me up in the California
desert earlier that day, he had been very nice and very quiet. He didn't make a pass, or
suggest anything. We had just talked and listened to the radio all the way into San
Francisco.
When we arrived at the edge of the Peninsula, on the cliffs overlooking the ocean, I was
flabbergasted. There was a full moon, and the huge ocean glistened out there like a
giant diamond. I'll never forget that view, it was the most beautiful thing I had ever
seen.
Rick drove the car down to the beach and stopped. He sat inside as I jumped out and
ran down across the sand. The waves were breaking loudly on the shore, and the
rushing sound was deep and ponderous.
I stood there for a long time just looking and listening. I wanted to go into the water, to
feel it on my skin, to taste it in my mouth. I realized that there was nothing stopping
me, now, no parents to tell me when I could do something and when I couldn't. I
turned to look back at the car and saw that Rick was slumped way down in his seat,
sound asleep.
Quickly, I pulled off my blouse, then my bra. As I pulled down my jeans and panties, a
rush of warm air pushed gently between my thighs. My skin became alive, the sensuous
night clinging like a thousand little hands over my heated flesh.
Naked and alive, I moved slowly towards the water. I dare no touch my hardened
nipples, those large and perfectly rounded rubies that capped my strong, firm breasts
with sensitive flesh. I could feel the tips aching and throbbing, and I knew that if I
touched them I would grow faint with excitement.
The foamy water curdled around my ankles, and rose halfway up my leg. I placed my
feet apart and arched myself out towards the center of the ocean, pushing my tuft of
golden brown hair out as far as I could. My inner thighs were burning, my loins heated
to the extreme. I was still a virgin at that time; but the ocean was fucking me out of
that state.
When I dropped to my back on the sand, I knew that I was going to come. I spread my
legs outwards, and let the white foamy brine seep between my hot thighs and up into
the ridge between them. My lips were swollen and pulsating, my vagina as wet as the
foam pushed to enter it.
I lay there for long minutes, watching the water creep and sift around my cunt. I
wouldn't touch myself down there, but let the water itself do all the work.
Finally, I felt myself begin to shudder. I threw my hands out behind my back and lifted
myself upwards. The water entered me without hesitation, the soft, foamy hands of the
Pacific Ocean caressed me in places where no man had ever been before. I was taking
the entire ocean between my legs, sucking up the juices of the huge, rolling sea inside
myself.
Suddenly, a snap of fear turned me inside out and brought me back to reality. I jumped
to my feet and quickly pulled on my jeans and my blouse. I shuddered with the cold
night, and worried about someone seeing me out there. I left my bra and panties on the
sand. I suppose some young dude with a touch of horniness found them the next day
and got just a little bit of fantasizing out of it. I ran back to the car and jumped into the
front seat. Rick struggled to awaken, then finally looked at me through bleary eyes.
"Well, you've met the ocean. How did you like it?"
"I'm cold" was all I could say. For the first time since I had met Rick, I noticed him
staring directly at my breasts. I could feel the wet blouse clinging to my flesh there, but
hadn't realized that the water had made the material transparent. My nipples were
peeking out from beneath, I would have been better off being completely naked.
"Would you like to go to my hotel room with me?"
I looked at Rick, seeing that he was trying to be honest. Also, there was a large bulge
down there between his legs. His tight fitting pants failed to hide his interest. "Yes,
okay" I replied, feeling that strange tinge of excitement growing between my legs, "I
suppose it couldn't hurt."
He didn't speak, but turned the car onto the cliff highway and started back into the
city. I was beginning to feel the knot of the first time growing like a strange tumor in
my stomach. Within a few moments I knew that I would be lying naked on a strange
bed, in a strange room with a strange man putting his hard penis between my virgin
lips. It was difficult to imagine what it would really be like, yet it was impossible to halt
the growing pangs of fear and apprehension that resulted from the thought.
The hotel was one of the new ones in downtown 'Frisco. The whole lobby was huge,
stretching twenty floors up with a glass elevator that ran up the side. Everyone there
knew Rick, and we were shown to his room on the top floor as though he were an
important V.I.P. or something.
Rick ordered a bottle of gin and some mix. He turned on some soft music and opened
the drapes so that we had a great view of the bay.
"Wouldn't you like to get out of those clothes?"
I nodded that I would. By that time, I was feeling strange. All the way into the city
from the beach I thought about what it would be like. The room, the feelingseverything. 
But once I was inside with Rick, it was all different. I didn't really like the
hard, cold furniture with its bright colors and plastic sheen. The quiet, carpeted room
seemed stifling. There was an odd feeling of being in a box, a sensation that was
constricting. I felt that I wanted desperately to get back to the ocean and run naked into
the water.
I went into the bathroom while Rick mixed the drinks. I stood naked in front of the
huge mirror and looked at my body. I was white all over, there was no place to really
get a good tan back in the Midwest. My breasts were the whitest of all, large and melon
shaped, they were strong and full. The nipples tipped up just slightly, and the pink skin
around the buds was soft and smooth. My legs were smooth and the thighs rich. When
I spread them a little I could see the muscles of my inner thighs contract The tuft of
hair there was sparse and light brown, the pink slit running between my legs was
visible.
I stood in front of that mirror for a long time, brushing my hair and posing like a
model. I tried putting my waist-long hair in front, then tried throwing it back over my
shoulder and down to my buttocks. Finally, I decided that I would wrap a towel low on
my waist, and throw my hair across my breasts. That, in my opinion, was the sexiest
way to enter the living room. I wanted to be sexy for Rick because I was feeling kind of
dead. I wanted actually to run naked through the lobby of the hotel, and blow
everyone's mind out there. I wanted to do something that was outrageous.
Rick was lying naked on the bed, propped up by a pillow and watching television. I
stood next to the bed and stared down at his lean body. I had never seen a man before
except in pictures, and it was a shock to see the real thing. His penis lay flaccid and
pink against his thigh, his balls hung loosely between. I hitched my towel up a little
higher, and held a strand of my hair against my breast.
"What are you watching?" I asked, sitting on the bed next to him.
"Johnny Carson. There's this guy who breathes fire. It's amazing."
I took my drink and sipped out of it while we watched the man breathing fire. After
finishing the first one, I got another and soon drained that. By that time, I was
smashed. I began to feel myself in a different way. My thighs became warm, and I
began rubbing them together beneath the towel. My breasts also became hot, and each
strand of hair that rubbed against my nipples sent a shiver of excitement through me I
watched Rick, he didn't move or respond to me sitting there half-naked, and that made
me feel kind of bad. I mean, here I was, naked except for a towel, with young ripe
breasts covered only by my hair, and he was more interested in a fire eater!
I guess now I realize that that was his game, because what I did for him after that was
something that most guys really dig.
"Are you going to keep watching the damned tube?"
Rick nodded, then drained his glass and mixed another drink.
I pushed my hair away from my breasts, and pulled my shoulders back so that my
naked tits would stand out a little. Rick glanced up at my white flesh, then turned back
to the television.
"Don't you even want to touch?" I asked, resting the palm of my hand on his belly.
"Yeah... after the show, okay?"
"Oh..." I started to watch the show with him, but all the time I was moving my hand
lower and lower on his stomach. I played with his kinky little hairs, then moved my
fingers down to the base of his prick. He flinched a little, then began growing hard. He
said nothing as his pink flesh grew and grew. Finally, it rested long and hard against his
belly.
"You're big when you're hard" I said.
"Yeah... well, some guys are like that."
The towel came loose around my waist, and instead of attempting to hitch it back into
place, I let it fall away from my belly. There I was, nude, and Rick barely even looked at
me.
"You like me?" I asked.
Rick nodded.
There was nothing I could do that would make him pay attention to me. His entire
being was entranced with that damn television set.
I lay down on the bed with my head near his thighs. I moved my belly up near his face
and showed him the full extent of my pubis. No man had ever seen me down there
before, and yet he didn't seem to appreciate it at all. He put his hand on my hip and
rubbed my skin, but that was far as he would go.
His flesh tasted salty. I kissed him high on the thigh, then moved my soft, warm tongue
slowly up towards his sex. I pushed his knees apart, and went down inside his inner
thighs. I licked his skin, then stabbed gently at his balls. It was strange for me, but I felt
like I knew what I was doing. I had fantasized the act so many times. I guess, that I had
figured out beforehand what it would be like.
Rick shifted himself on the bed as I ran my tongue up along the ridge of his penis. The
hard, rubbery like surface felt strange. I moved up to his swollen head and flicked my
moist tongue around the small ridge there. I began to suck gently on parts of the skin,
then finally pushed him up so that I could take his cock into my mouth.
As my lips moved gently down the length of him, I looked up and saw Rick smiling.
He began to pump slowly into my mouth, thrusting his cock deep into my throat I
threw my legs apart and twisted my hips so that my cunt was directly over his mouth.
Rick turned his head to the side and began blowing warm air onto my already soaked
vagina. My lips were swollen there. The hot, moist skin seemed to have taken on a life
of its own.
'Sixty-nine' was one of those sex acts that I had heard joked about in school, and once
on a deck of cards, I had seen a grainy, black and white photograph of a couple doing
it. Where I came from, it was the kind of act that came only after years of being
married. I mean, I had always thought of it as something two people did when they got
tired of fucking, not something they did on their first time together.
As Rick licked me, pushing my lips apart and throwing himself completely into the act,
I began to feel a great and strange sadness. I wanted him to fuck me, not suck me. I
wanted to lay on my back, throw my legs apart and watch as he hovered over me,
plunging inside my cunt with his steel rod. That's what I had come up to his room for,
and I was damned if I was going to leave without getting it.
"No! No! No!" I screamed, pulling my cunt away from his mouth and letting his cock
flop back onto his belly. "I want to get fucked, Rick! Please, just fuck me!' Any other
guy in his right mind would have dug the invitation. I lay back on my elbows, my
naked body extended out towards Rick, my thighs spread and my seething vagina pink
and wet and waiting. But Rick wasn't a normal dude, he wasn't the kind of guy who
would have been more than happy to jump between my thighs.
"I liked it the other way, Liz. I liked it very much."
"But I want you to screw me... you know, like a man and a woman?"
Rick then proceeded to explain to me that the erotic sensibility of the act of 'sixty-nine'
was much higher than just fucking. He referred to a number of books on the subject
which backed up his contention.
I couldn't believe it. I mean, here I was spread-eagled, in the nude, waiting for him and
he goes into some kind of trip about erotic sensibilities.
I was hurt and frustrated at the same time. I was still, technically at least, a virgin. I was
beginning to wonder if I would have to run naked out into the hallway to loose my
virginity.
"Okay" I said, "have it your way."
Rick took a sip of his drink and nodded. But instead of getting back into our position
again, I took his prick in my hand and began whacking him off as fast and as hard as I
could. I was stroking his cock like a machine, and he was trying to stop me.
"No! Not so fast! Please...!!!"
But I wanted to see him come fast and quick. I was fed up, and wanted him spent It
only took about ten strokes before the white stuff came shooting out of his prick. I
watched in fascination as the stuff shot, then dribbled from his penis and onto his belly.
It was a massive amount, and lay all over his skin.
"There" I said, going back into the bathroom and my clothes, "I guess that ought to
realize you erotic potential!"
I dressed quickly, and without saying another word, was stomping out through the
lobby. Rick didn't even try and stop me. The guy could have had a good thing with me,
if he had just put out a little. Instead, he was left lying there, his come all over his belly,
a half bottle of gin on the headboard, and a night full of old-time movies on the
television.
I took off from the hotel as fast as I could. I grabbed a cable car and went down to the
wharf, happy to be out of that plastic place and near the water again.
The little boats, the restaurants and the people around the wharf were a welcome
change from the strange confinement I had felt at the hotel. I hung around down there
for an hour, just watching the people and the boats. It was late at night, but there was
still plenty of life around.
I met Andy that night, and that was when my present way of life began. He was the
one who introduced me into the lifestyle that eventually became my own.
Andy was a short, homely guy with a huge beard and long hair. He wore raggedy
clothes and no shoes. But there was something about the way he smiled, and the gleam
in his eyes that turned me on. He was always tense, always on the make and ready to
go into anything, as long as it was physical. I guess the way Andy introduced himself
that night on the wharf should have warmed me.
"Hello, my name is Andy and I think you have the greatest pair of breasts I have ever
seen."
I started to laugh. Andy stood there smiling, looking straight at my knockers and not
saying another word.
"Well, thank you" I said, feeling myself blush.
"I would very much like to see them," Andy said.
"In a moment that I guess came from the feelings I had had inside the hotel, I did let
Andy see my breasts. No one was near enough to see, so I lifted my blouse over my
breasts, and staggered a little as the cool evening air pricked up my nipples.
"Yeah!" Andy said. "They're great. How big are they?"
"Thirty-eights... I think."
"Beautiful. Would you like to see me?"
"Here? Right now?" I was beginning to feel the juices between my legs. In a strange
way, it was the most exciting sexual thing that I had ever experienced Here we were,
two total strangers, standing out in public showing each other private parts of our
bodies. Ordinarily, I would have never done anything like that, but there was
something about the way Andy went about it that made it seem alright.
"There's no one to see," Andy said, pulling down the zipper of his jeans, "and anyway, I
don't really care about them."
I stood there gaping like a fool as Andy reached inside his pants and whipped out his
thick, juicy penis. He was long and heavy, I guess the expression is 'hung like a horse'.
The size of his thing, along with the kind of dark color really turned me on. Andy just
held it there, watching me watch him.
"Good, huh?" he said, almost shyly.
"Yeah. How long?"
"A big eight and a half?" He was really proud of himself. It was kind of neat to see a
man so openly proud of his attributes. I mean, it was like a parade or something.
"That's pretty big... what's it like when it's hard?"
Andy smiled up at me. He reached over and took my hand and guided it to his meat. I
wrapped my fingers around his soft, warm skin and began sliding my hand back and
forth. In a second, he was hard as a rock and his cock was sticking out a mile into the
bay. We stood there, side by side like young dreamers staring out into the blackness of
the San Francisco Bay. Passersby would look at us and never even imagine what was
going on on the other side.
I jacked him off easily, and when he came, his dick exploded like a cannon in my hand.
His cum shot out into the water, five huge spurts of the white stuff into the black
waters. When he had finally finished and was tucking himself back into his pants, he
grinned. "I knew you were like me. There's something... on your face."
"Funny thing," I replied, "I didn't even know it myself."
Andy just laughed, took me by the hand and walked me back towards town. We got
into a small sports car and drove through the hilly streets until we reached the Haight
district. Andy parked the car, took me with him up a rickety old flight of stairs to a
huge, one-bedroom flat on the top floor of the apartment building. The room was
unfurnished except for three mattresses, a candle or two, and two old chairs.
"You want to live with me for a while?"
I told him that I did. Andy reached across and started to unbutton my blouse. He
pulled the wet, thin material from my shoulders and commented again about how nice
my breasts were. He knelt down in front of me and placed his mouth around my
nipples and began sucking gently. His teeth clenched easily over my bud, and I pushed
him hard against myself.
Boys back home had seen my breasts before. I had always been well-developed there,
and the mounds of flesh had become somewhat like Mt. Everest to the guys in my
home town. The first one to reach to snow-capped tips would become famous and tell
his story to his friends. One guy had touched me there. It had been on a Saturday night
at the drive-in. I had let him unbutton my blouse and remove my bra. He had buried
his face down there, and had played with me for hours. But that was as far as I would
let him go. We both ended the evening feeling a Hell of a lot of frustration between our
legs.
With Andy, the fondling was a different kind of thing. This time, I knew that I was
going to go all the way, that his body, his eight and half inches, his very soul would
become part of me. I knew that I could give myself completely to him like I had wanted
to with Rick. The difference between Rick and Andy was that Andy felt it in his body,
Rick only thought he did.
"Gorgeous, baby... just beautiful!" Andy exclaimed as he sat on his knees in front of me
and pulled down my jeans. My bush seemed to come alive as the air tingled the small
pubic hairs. I could feel the blood rush to my lips and swell them with an intense heat.
I held Andy's head and moved him forward, until his mouth was at my garden and his
tongue was seeking my valley.
"Ooooo... suck me... lick me... !" I spread my legs and threw one across his shoulder
then pushed out to him with my pelvis. Andy ran his tongue gently up my slit, licking
my sweet juices. He pushed inside my vagina, then withdrew his tongue slowly. As he
pulled his warm, wet flesh from within me, my vaginal walls closed tightly. I was still
very tight down there, the muscles hadn't been expanded yet.
"C'mon Andy," I moaned, "get those clothes off. Especially those pants!"
Andy stood up and tore at his clothes. When he was naked, he took me into his arms.
Our bellies clashed and I could feel his sticky, hot prick up against my flesh. We kissed
passionately. Our mouths opened and we explored the dark, warm interior with our
tongues. He ran his flesh up behind my teeth, touching those nerves there with a light,
flickering movement "Oh God!" I cried when he broke, "I want you inside me so
bad!!!"
I reached down between our bellies and held his cock. The long, hard stem felt even
larger than it had on the wharf. Andy brought his hand up between my legs and began
rubbing me with the side of his palm. We moved smoothly and with surety, he really
knew what he was doing.
It was funny, because we were standing in each other's arm, completely naked, yet
when Andy kissed me on the ear, then frenched me inside, I staggered with the
excitement. It was a gesture that I had experienced many times before, but it never had
the affect that it did at that moment.
"C'mon!" I cried, "let's ball!"
Andy lowered me onto one of the mattresses. He kneeled over me and pulled my legs
apart. He stared at my naked body, smiling with admiration. It was a good feeling for
me. After the scene with Rick earlier in the night, it was wonderful to have a man enjoy
my nudity. It made me feel like a woman.
I held his penis, and squeezed it gently. "Andy" I moaned, "please put that thing inside
me!!!"
He moved on top and between my legs. I raised my knees a little and then dropped
them to the side. I arched my pelvis upwards and waited for him to plunge inside.
Andy moved carefully. He couldn't even get the tip inside until I reached down between
our bellies and guided his hot rod into place. As he entered me slowly, I could feel my
lips stretching apart. I thought he was going to rip me into two.
"Easy... easy..." I whispered as he moved one inch at a time. Each new piece of his flesh
that entered me was like a new and complete sensation in itself. I could feel every ridge,
every vein on his dick as he moved his bulk inside.
When he had reached into me all the way he stopped. "Are you alright?" he asked.
"Yesssss..."
Then he began stroking me. He would pull out just a little, then push back. The next
stroke would be. even longer, and the plunge back inside even longer.
By the time he had gotten to the point where he was stroking me with all he had, I was
screaming like crazy beneath him. My whole body, my entire sexuality became wrapped
around that steaming piece of meat between my legs. I never wanted it to stop. I threw
my legs high onto his back and began thrusting up at him hard, even strokes.
"Don't stop! Don't stop, baby. Fuck me... just fuck me!!!"
And then I felt his prick begin to shudder.
Andy pulled himself out quickly and flopped his red hot dick on my belly. I lay back,
shaking like a leaf as his hot come juices spurted onto my skin. My whole belly was
covered with the white, sticky fluid.
"Oh Jesus! Oh God!" I moaned, my body trembling and shaking. I wanted him back
inside, I wanted him to stay there for the rest of my life. But, of course, that was
impossible.
It was the third time I had seen a man come that night, yet I still hadn't reached that
point that I knew awaited me. I wanted it to go on longer, knew that it would have to. I
guess you could say that I was slow. Even with the excitement and pleasure that Andy
gave me, he still couldn't last long enough to take me all the way.
I stayed with Andy after that night. He had money coming in from his parents, so there
was never the worry about finding work. We were able to spend our time as we wanted,
lying around and fucking, or walking around the city and going to movies. It lasted for
another four months, and then everything began to fall apart.
Andy's best friend, a guy named Jack, came into San Francisco from L.A. He brought
his girlfriend with him. She was a small, dark-haired girl named Andrea. She looked
very young, her tits were small and pointy, her legs thin and like a girl's. I found out
later that she was only fourteen, and that Jack had picked her up at the beach and had
talked her into traveling with him up to San Francisco.
The four of us got along fine for a while until Jack started making with the drugs.
Marijuana was okay with me, but when he started using the harder stuff, I became the
only one there who wouldn't get stoned. Almost every night, the three of them would
sit around the living room getting loaded on one kind of a drug or another. Cocaine,
speed, acid-everything was in that house. Sometimes, they would sit there and talk all
night long. Other times, they would all get naked and go take a bath. The sex thing
seemed to die when they got stoned, no one wanted to make it anymore. Little Andrea,
her tight little body like that of a Lolita, would walk naked around the house, but no
one would pay her any attention. Even when I tried getting naked and doing a little bit
of motion play, they wouldn't come after me. One night, I even went down on Jack,
taking his limp prick into my mouth and sucking on him as hard as I could. He didn't
even flinch. The whole scene was becoming like replay of that night with Rick, only
this time it was carrying over day into night.
One night the whole thing broke down and I left. I had been out to the store to get
some decent food. I was pretty tired of eating brown rice and decided I needed an
enchilada more than anything else in the world. I stayed out for over an hour, just
walking around a little and doing some thinking. When I got back to the house, I
interrupted what was the only sex trip I had seen for over five weeks.
Andy, Andrea and Jack were all naked. Andrea had Jack's cock in her mouth and was
sucking him off like a wild-woman. Andy was meanwhile eating her out while Jack had
Andy's prick in his mouth. The scene was the weirdest, strangest thing I had ever seen.
They were all pretty well smashed, and no one noticed me for about five minutes as I
stood there watching. Finally, Jack began to come, then Andy followed suit and Andrea
raised her small hips and shuddered a lot. When they had all achieved their goals, they
turned towards me.
I looked from one to the other and saw the gleam in their eyes, the distant look of a
stoned freak. Jack began to laugh, and soon all three of them were rolling around on
the floor, pointing up at me and laughing hysterically. At that moment I decided that I
really did not need anymore of that shit. They were so far gone that they didn't even
know who I was. I took some money from Andy's sleeping bag and walked out of the
room. As I clambered down the rickety old stairs, I could still hear them laughing.
With the money I had, I made my way down to Santa Cruz. I felt desperate in a strange
way. I wasn't too upset that the scene with Andy had ended, because I wanted out
anyway. What really upset me was the fact that I knew I was good-looking, my body
was tanned and firm. And I wanted to use my body to give someone something that
they could enjoy and love. Even though I was willing, there didn't seem to be any
takers. I had begun by that time to feel like some kind of plague – as though there was
a strange, unknown disease that everyone recognized but me.
In the forest outside of Santa Cruz., I had heard about very cheap cabins that had been
miners' shacks some years before. For ten dollars a month, I would be able to live by
myself and not have to hassle with people who didn't want what I had to offer.
On a bright, sunny afternoon, I found one of those cabins and moved in. My closest
neighbor was more than three miles away. I had no electricity, and no running water.
But there was a stream nearby, and after buying a little lantern and a sterno stove, I
knew there was nothing else I would need.
For the first couple of weeks, I was very happy in that cabin. I hardly ever put any
clothes on. Running through the forest in the nude became like a narcotic for me,
something that would get me high and keep me there. I sunbathed naked all day long,
read a lot of books and felt pretty happy. It was the first time in my life that I had ever
been alone – and I guess I was just enjoying it.
Then late one night, my life changed in a very strange way. I was reading inside the
cabin when I heard something outside messing about with the pots and pans near the
fire pit. I grew frightened, thinking it was a bear, or maybe some strange dude from the
forest. I peeked out the canvas flap that I used for a window and saw a large, German
shepherd dog scrounging through the utensils. He was very skinny, and he looked as
though he were starving to death.
I had some bread and cheese inside, and opened the front door of the cabin and placed
the goodies out on the ground. I went back inside and watched as the dog trotted over
and gobbled up the stuff. I went to bed feeling pretty good. I mean, the poor animal
was starving to death.
The next morning I grabbed my towel and was about to make it down to the river for
my bath. When I opened the front door I gasped. There was the German shepherd
asleep on the ground. He looked up at me, his huge brown eyes friendly and kind of
sad. He got to his feet and wagged his tail. When I leaned down to pet him, he licked
me with his huge, soft tongue. It's strange, but that was the first time in many weeks
that I had been touched by another living thing, and the feel of that dog's large, wet
tongue on my arm really turned me on.
I walked naked down to the river and sat on the rock that I used and began bathing
myself. I named the dog Rocky at that moment, because he had followed me down and
taken a seat next to me on the large boulder.
I splashed the clear, cool water onto my breasts and between my thighs, then began
soaping myself. I always enjoyed sitting out on the river bank in the nude, feeling the
sun on my wet body as I cleansed myself.
Rocky watched me bathing, then started licking some of the soap off my shoulder. I
didn't push him away because it felt so damn good. His tongue was warm and long,
and he really seemed to get into licking me.
I petted him while he licked. Then he moved down my shoulder and to my wrists.
When he had gotten all the soap off there, he went right to my breasts. He licked my
nipples with long, even strokes. There was much more than just water then seeping
down between my legs.
"Oh boy!" I cried as he licked my tits, "I think we got something!" I started laughing
because he felt so good. Each time he licked me, there was a sensation of a thousand
little fingers touching my skin. I was shaking from the excitement.
I decided to try and go all the way with Rocky. I spread my legs and dabbed some soap
up along my crack. I could feel the cold water mingle with the hot juices, producing a
strange, lukewarm liquid down there.
Rocky went immediately between my thighs and began licking at the bones on either
side of my cunt. I grabbed his head and tried to push his nose up into my crack, but he
wouldn't budge as long as there was some of the sweet stuff left in other places. Finally,
though, he lapped up the remaining juices and went straight for my cunt.
I lay back on the rock and spread my legs. Watching the huge dog between my thighs
was one of the strangest, most exciting things I had ever done. He was huge and black,
the muscles in his upper back rippled as he pushed his tongue up between my swollen
lips. I cried out in pain and ecstasy as he dove deeper and deeper inside me, lapping up
all the juices that were available.
Like the night on the beach with Rick, something snapped inside of me. I suddenly
lurched forward, pushing Rocky away from my sex and yelling at him. "How dare you!"
I screamed over and over again. I closed my thighs tightly, picked up my towel and ran
back towards the cabin. Halfway there, I realized that Rocky was running after me. I
started to laugh because I realized that the animal thought it was all a game. By the
time I got inside the cabin, I was over the sudden shift and back to normal.
Out there, where there were no people, no reminders of civilized life, and no one to tell
you how to act, it was easy to carry on with Rocky. I mean, in society I could never
have wandered around naked all day and night. People would have condemned me for
that would have thrown me in jail. But out there, in the seclusion of the woods, nudity
quickly became a natural and commonplace thing to do. I began to enjoy my body as
something that was intended to be enjoyed; not something that was shameful or
disgraceful.
The same thing happened with regards to Rocky. That morning by the river had
happened naturally and without any kind of weird trip going down. I had enjoyed the
feel of his tongue on my skin, and because of that, had allowed, even promoted, his
licking me in a sexual manner. Some people would say that I was perverted because of
that. But the fact is, Rick, and even Andy, seemed more perverted and twisted than I
was. I was still enjoying my body, still getting pleasure out of my senses. Just because it
was with a dog, and out in the middle of nowhere, didn't seem to make any difference.
I was happy, Rocky made me feel good, and that seemed to be all that mattered.
The first time I really got sexual with Rocky was about three days after We had met. I
let him lick me out, and lap up those juices, but I had yet to touch him. It was in the
afternoon when I sort of realized that he was as much a sexual being as I was.
I was sitting, in the nude as usual, out in front of the cabin soaking up the sun and
reading a book. Rocky was lying next to me, sleeping peacefully. For some reason I
began to get turned on. I mean, you know how that happens when there's nothing
particularly stimulating around but suddenly the juices start to flow and you feel like
throwing off your clothes and fucking the first dude who comes along? Well, that's how
I felt. I wanted to see a cock, any cock, and I wanted to make that meat hard and then
stick that meat up inside me. It was like an obsession.
I looked down at Rocky that moment and noticed for the first time his little penis and
his balls. They were kind of tucked up between his legs and seemed very, very
lonesome.
When I scratched him on the belly, Rocky rolled over onto his back. He spread his legs
and lay there, digging on the attention that I was giving him. I scratched his stomach,
then began moving lower and lower. Finally, I put the tip of my finger against his cock.
Rocky flinched, but remained in the same position. As I pushed and rubbed harder and
harder on his prick, he began to get hard. Soon, his penis had completely changed from
a soft piece of flesh into a shiny, hard rod.
"My God, little dog... you got some kind of tool there!" I said, feeling his prick, taking
it into my hand and examining it closely. The knob in the center was something else. It
was inflamed, and looked kind of neat. I touched it and Rocky whimpered.
"O.K. Rocky, baby. Momma's going to give you a little head..." I laughed as I lowered
my mouth to his prick. He tasted salty, and the heat emanating from his dick was
tremendous.
I parted my lips and sucked the better part of his length inside. The knob felt strange as
I rode my lips across it and took him to the base. Rocky just lay there very still and
quiet, not pumping or moving. Only when I reached down and fondled his little balls
did he squirm.
After sucking on him for a while, I pulled myself away. I lay back onto the ground and
spread my legs. I wanted him to eat me out, to suck on my cunt like he had done for
the past three days down by the river. But Rocky wasn't having any of that. He wanted
to fuck me, instead.
The animal moved up between my legs and tried to get his penis inside me. But the
position I was in prevented him from doing anything but slapping his red hot meat
against my belly. I watched him do this for a moment, getting very turned on by the
speed and rhythm at which he pumped. That dog was like a little jackhammer, wailing
away without ever losing the beat.
The idea of having him inside me had been appalling at first, but after watching him
move that way, I knew that I was going to enjoy it.
I didn't really know how to go about doing it with Rocky. First, I tried lying on back
and straddling his back with my legs. I figured by raising myself up to him that I could
give him free access to my seething vagina. But it didn't work. I kept pulling him back
onto the ground with me.
Next, I tried getting on all fours, turning my ass towards him and getting him coming
from the rear. That worked. Rocky put his paws high on my back, and I could feel as
his heated cock searched frantically for my hole. I reached behind myself and took the
prick and guided it inside.
From the moment he entered me, throwing me into delirium when his knob really
pushed me open, Rocky did not stop pumping. His short, jerky movements were even.
He never wavered. We seemed to be going at it with each other for hours, his shiny
prick plunging rapidly in and out of my cunt.
"Fuck meeeee!!! fuck meeeee!!!" I was screaming at the top of my voice, hearing my
high pitched wails echoing off the trees.
Suddenly, Rocky's speed doubled and he started flying into me with an action that was
impossible to keep up with. At the same moment, I felt myself riding to the crest. I fell
forward flat against the ground, my body shuddering with the force of my orgasm.
Rocky exploded inside me, his hot sperm shooting into my cunt as thought from a
cannon. As his prick vibrated, so did my entire body. It was the first time I had ever
gone the distance. He had been able to stay with me long enough to give me that –
something that no man had ever been able to do.
When we had both halted our spasms of ecstasy, I started to pull myself away. But
Rocky's cock, with the little knob in the center, wouldn't come out I grew very tense,
and my vaginal walls tightened. I was growing fearful that we would be locked that way
forever. I lay face down on the ground, deciding that the only way to work it out would
be to relax, and give Rocky a chance to grow soft again.
I must have fallen asleep, because when I awoke, there was a strange man standing
above. I screamed, then looked up to his face. He was young, and had a beard and long
hair. He was smiling down at me. I could see in his eyes that he liked my naked body.
"My name's Jim..." He said, his voice friendly and soft.
I introduced myself, then sat up. It was at that point that I remembered that I was
naked.
Jim looked at me with passion, there was hunger in his soft, blue eyes. I ran into the
cabin and got my old levis and blouse that I hadn't worn since the first day. Jim was
crouching by the barbecue starting a fire.
"You've been out here too long" he said after a while.
"Maybe. I guess that could be true." "Come with me. We'll go live in my cabin on the
beach."
I looked at him. He was friendly and nice. What really shook me, though, was the
thought that possibly he had seen me with the dog. I knew I would have to break it
some way. "Is it okay if I bring Rocky?"
Jim smiled, then played a little with the fire. We left the next morning after making love
four times during the night. To this day, I'll never know if he knew what was
happening between myself and Rocky. At least, if he does know, he's kind enough and
accepting enough never to mention it.


Summary 

The sexual revolution of the early sixties, along with the ensuing changes a decade later,
have spawned many offbeat and unfulfilled situations within the sexual world. Many
people, who at one time attempted to escape the painful drudgery of strict morality and
taboo, sought new adventures not in sex, but in lifestyles as well. They began to use the
phrase 'do your own thing' and accept the behavior which they committed as being
normal. In many ways then, the sexual revolution became for these people a change, a
transformation of the desires and spirit of sexuality into something else.
Liz, in her seeking, met up with two such men who had changed their sexual appetites
into new forms of behavior. While Liz sought a conventional and open relationship,
with sexual intercourse as the main event, she seemed fated to meet with men who no
longer desired sexual intercourse.
Rick was the first, and his preference for mutual oral love was something not
particularly out of the ordinary, but then again, it was something which he sought in a
selfish direct fashion. Liz was open enough in her desire for intercourse, yet Rick was
not about to take her feelings into consideration and perform with her. Instead, it had
to be his way or nothing at all. This struck Liz as wrong, and as disgusting in her own
way. She had no pretensions towards morality, but she did have the strong desire to
express her sexual spirit; that Rick denied her this expression was the same as if he had
condemned her for running nude into the ocean. She was thrown back, hurt and stifled
after her meeting with him.
On the other hand, Andy started off in the right spirit with Liz. The strange and highly
unorthodox scene by the bay gave Liz a new expression, and most likely worked to
fulfill a fantasy within her. Mutual masturbation, especially when the possibility of
being caught exists in a real way, tends to have certain elements of stimulation. That
stimulation or erotic satisfaction, however, may be directly related to the immature
mind, and the seeking to re-enter adolescence.
In Andy's case, it is hugely probable that his sexual appetites were satisfied when he
was turning back in years to a time when he was short of an adult. His intake of
narcotics may have been a strong indication of a troublesome and chronic need to
return to the beginning and chronic need to return to the womb, as it were. This desire
resulted, along with the potential physical dilapidation as a result of high drug intake,
in a lessening of the sexual drive; and quite possibly in impotence which is commonly
suffered by those who use strong methadrine/amphetamines.
In any event, Liz and Andy were heading off in separate directions. Liz wanted to grow,
to realize her full and direct womanhood. Andy desired retreat, he was looking for a
way out. Liz was intelligent enough not to go on his long voyage with him. She chose
to leave, and to seek her happiness by herself.
Stifled and depressed, Liz sought her relief in the mountains south of the city. Living
like a hermit, she moved about with that freedom given to those who desire to break all
emotional involvements with other human beings. But in that seclusion there is also a
danger. It is a prime environment for normal, instinctive patterns of behavior to go
through a metamorphosis, resulting in the change of the human being within to
something other than his or her original self. If this change is desired, it must be
analyzed and watched at all times.
The powerful spirit that drove Liz out to the seclusion of the woods also acted in her
transformation sexually. "It is perhaps a connection with the most repulsive perversions
that the mental factor must be regarded as playing its largest part in the transformation
of the sexual instinct. It is impossible to deny that in their case a piece of mental work
has been performed which, in spite of its horrifying result, is the equivalent of an
idealization of the instinct. The omnipotence of love is perhaps never more strongly
perceived than in such of its aberrations as these." Liz went the way of bestiality during
her seclusion as a result of a dissatisfied spirit, and a loneliness brought on by her self
imposed isolation. She did not necessarily intend for this to happen, did not seek out
the adventure itself. Almost by accident, she discovered a sensual and sexual experience
with the German shepherd. It was the kind of experience that at the moment satisfied
her, and allowed her to re-liven her sensory feelings.
Had either Andy or Rick been more forthright and a little less self-absorbed, they would
have made a difference in Liz's eventual change into a bestialist. They would have
provided her with a starting block, a normal and happy sex life that most certainly
would have moved within the realms of normal sexual behavior. During Liz's stay out
in the woods, her sexual relationship with Rocky was one which satisfied her both
sensually and sexually. That is, her sensory apparatus and her mind were satisfied
simultaneously. It was only after the appearance of Jim that the mental satisfaction took
on a new meaning.
Isolated from the taboos of civilization, allowed to run freely without clothing, and able
to express herself sexually whenever the urge hit her, Liz came easily into the realm of
deviant behavior. She moved without fear, without self-recrimination or without doubt.
Her venture was one that proceeded as naturally as he baths by the river. It was when
she finally saw an other human being, Jim, that she bestiality became shameful,
something she wanted to hide.
"While bestiality may be the 'cure' in some cases, in other it is the complaint – a dread
disease which itself cries out for the ministrations of the healer. Fortunately, such cases
may be readily treated by that near-panacea for so many of the ills of mankind –
satisfying coition with a member of the human opposite sex." The above lends itself
very well to describing what occurred after Liz met Jim. For one night, almost
immediately after they met, the two people made love. The 'near-panacea' worked, and
pulled Liz from within instinct had rested, and back out into the world of human
sexuality. She would finally have a chance to grow, to emerge as had been her original
intention – as a full, and loving woman very willing to use her body to give others, as
well as herself, pleasure.


Chapter 2

Carrie M. is a modern, American housewife. She has two children, lives in a modern
home with a pool, and participates in local clubs and organizations. Beautiful, blonde
and with a figure of a woman half her age, Carrie is the epitome of a woman frustrated
with her sexuality.
Born and raised in the Midwest, Carrie met her husband, Bill, at the University of
Oklahoma. They married early and had their children early. Bill is a successful salesman
for an electronics firm and travels regularly. Their life up until two years ago, when
Carrie turned twenty-five, was peaceful, normal and successful.
But Carrie's twenty-fifth birthday brought about a change in the beautiful young
woman that was to eventually lead her into the practice bestiality. Sexually, Carrie had
realized that she had never experimented, had never sought to understand or use her
own body. The love which she shared with her husband was, according to her, "straight
and right down the line". Like so many housewives in modern America, Carrie
suddenly awoke to the fact that there was much more 'out there'.
Using a tape recorder, I spoke with Carrie over a period of eight hours, gathering
details of her flight from normalcy into a world where only the strong-hearted dare to
go. Willing to reveal everything, Carrie was more than happy to discuss her sexual
adventures. Her story is thus included in this volume because I feel it represents if not
the actuality, then the wish-fulfillment of so many 'trapped' women in this country.
It was the summer after my twenty-fifth birthday that I began to change my life. On
that day, when I realized that I had lived a quarter of a century, I became depressed and
anxious. I had a nice life, two great kids and a husband from whom I could never ask
anything more.
But still, there was a wild feeling inside me, something that kept telling me that I was
missing out on everything that was happening. The world was changing. I could see it
in the magazines, and I kept reading about in newspapers. People running around
naked, couples swapping partners, individuals learning the secrets of sexuality... it was
all out there someplace and the thought that I might never get a chance to experience
some of it frightened me. I wanted to see for myself, to enjoy myself in a way that I
never had. I guess I wanted to become, purely and simply, a sexual animal.
My husband was due to travel for eight weeks that summer. I also arranged to have my
two kids sent to a summer camp. I was to be alone in my house for eight, long weeks. I
figured that if that wasn't enough time to get into something, then I never would be
able to anyway.
Early in July, I drove my husband out to the airport then took my kids in the station
wagon up to the camp in the mountains. It was a long, five hour drive up there. I had
dinner with them, then climbed back into the car and drove off, promising them that I
would come and visit them the following weekend.
I drove through the darkened forest with a new feeling inside me. I was free, there was
no one I would have to answer to or take care of. For the first time since the age of
seventeen, I felt like myself again. No roles to play, no games to play, and no
responsibilities to tie me down.
At this point, I decided that during the following eight weeks I would not stop at
anything in my search for sexual pleasure. I mean, I would get into anything that came
along, just to try it once. The thought that I would soon be involved in strange and
mysterious sexual activities excited me even then. I remember the feeling between my
legs, a sense of excitement that warmed my loins and set fire to my cunt. Just the idea
of my upcoming adventure was turning me on as I drove leisurely down that mountain
road.
At the bottom of the hill that night there was a man standing next to the highway
hitchhiking. He was an older guy, maybe about thirty, with a guitar strung over his
shoulder and a quick, easy smile. I knew that his presence there that night was some
kind of a sign, a beginning to the eight weeks that I had.
I pulled over to the side of the road and waited while he ran up to the car. I had always
been afraid of hitchhikers, but this time there was no fear at all. I leaned across the seat
and opened the door, and he jumped in.
"Well hello!" he said when he saw me. I felt a chill shoot through me, knowing that the
guy liked the way I looked. I put the car into drive and headed on down the hill.
"My name's Way Ion. Waylon Hampton. I play guitar here and there..."
"I'm Carrie. I play housewife."
Waylon laughed. He was a tall, stringy guy, and the tight levis showed that not all of
him was as stringy as his body. I kept looking down at the bulge there, and felt myself
getting rather turned on with the prospect of what lay beneath. I had never thought this
way before, and had never realized what excitement could be had from fantasizing.
Waylon told me that he was headed out to Beverly Hills where he was due to play for a
group of athletes and celebrities. He said that his car had broken down on the
Grapevine, and that he couldn't get back to Bakersfield in time to get another one.
"You wouldn't, by any chance, be free tonight I mean, that's going to be one hell of a
little get together, and I'd sure be proud if you'd be my date."
I accepted his invitation then and there, not believing my luck. Here I was, the first
night alone and already I was on my way to a party.
When we arrived at the huge estate in Beverly Hills I was shocked at the reception that
Waylon got. I thought he had been putting me on, faking with me so that we might
crash the party together. Instead, every butler in the place ran up to us when they saw
who was riding in the car with me. When we entered the huge, old house, a few of the
guests came up and said 'hello'. And a few of them looked me over nice and slow. I felt
good. I felt like a woman, a desired woman who men wanted to sleep with.
Waylon played with his small group on a stage in the backyard. Their music was nice,
kind of a rocking blues that was very mellow and soothing.
The music, however, was a contrast to the people attending the party. I guess there
were a lot of starlets and producers and other Hollywood people. They were smoking
marijuana and running around throwing each other in the pool. Three of the girls were
swimming, they wore see through bikinis and might as well have been naked.
I sat off in a corner watching the people, enjoying listening to Waylon's music and just
being there. I was happy that I was out, that I was experiencing something other than
my own house.
About an hour after we had arrived, the party really started getting wild. The three
young girls began taking off their bathing suits. They were all built like crazy, their
breasts were huge and their bodies lean and firm. They started dancing nude on the
lawn, with a whole crowd of guys gathering around them and cheering them on. Then,
a couple of the guys, rather delicate fellows, took off their clothes and started dancing
with each other. That was really strange, and when I looked up at Waylon, he was just
standing there grinning down at me as though those people were the biggest joke in the
world.
After a while, a couple of guys came over to me and asked me if I wouldn't strip down
and do a little dance. I was really embarrassed. On the one hand, it was the first night
out, and on the other, I had promised myself that I would forget everything that I had
lived by before and go with whatever happened. Besides that, I was getting pretty well
smashed by this time on the grapefruit punch that always seemed to refill itself in my
glass. When the three guys formed a little circle and started clapping, I started dancing.
That moment was probably the most exciting, yet the strangest moment I had ever
experienced.
I had no idea really where to begin, or what to do. I just started dancing. And then I
started taking off my clothes.
I raised my sweater up to my neck, then pulled it off. I could feel my nipples perked
and tight beneath my bra. I swayed and gyrated, moving my hips as sexually as I could.
As I reached behind my back for my bra strap, I noticed that the crowd of men, and
even two of the already naked girls, was growing. I smiled, feeling fine that I was the
center of attention.
I held the cups of my bra against my breasts, then slowly pulled them away. There was
loud applause as I flashed them my tits. I knew I was good there, my breasts were still
firm and hadn't started to sag. As I danced and moved around, I felt wonderfully
excited. I mean, it was the first time another man had seen me besides my husband.
And here was a whole party full of people looking at me. All of them were strangers.
I threw off my shoes, then unbuckled my slacks and began pulling them down across
my hips. I got them down to the top of my panties and stopped, just writhing and
churning a little with the music.
"Take it off, baby. Take it all off!!!"
"C'mon, honey, let's see what you got there!!"
They were cheering like crazy as I slipped my slacks down across my hips and pulled
them all the way down. The cool night air electrified my flesh, I felt the gooseflesh
popping out all over. Beneath my silken, very brief panties I could feel the tiny hairs
pricking to the air. I couldn't wait to get them off!!!"
The crowd was gathering while I looked out for Waylon. He was on the bandstand still
playing, and smiling down at me. His grin was wide, and his eyes seemed to approve of
what I was doing.
I looked at all those faces in front of me as they stared at my half-naked body. They
were alive, they were hungry and it was apparent that I was turning them on. I never
thought I had it in me, but that little dance out there that night was proving that I did.
They roared as I wiggled out of my bikini panties. As the silk went smoothly down my
legs, I felt my bush come alive. It was like it suddenly became the central part of myself,
as though nothing else existed but that light blonde tuft of hair between my legs. I
don't think I had ever been more aware of myself as a woman as I was at that moment.
All the parts of my body seemed to awaken to that awareness.
The men staring at me, wetting their lips and showing the hunger in their eyes gave me
a rich, excited feeling. My thighs, my breasts, my belly, my cunt... all of it meshed
together within my own mind. It was quite an experience, I finally knew that my nudity
could turn men on.
I danced naked for another song, then fell back into a chair and sat there as the group
around me danced and played. I drank another gin drink, and by this time, was totally
stoned. Some guy walked up to me and took me by the knees. He looked down
between my legs and smiled, then pulled my legs apart. "Beautiful little pot there, miss.
Just beautiful!" Then he turned and walked away.
By the time Waylon had finished his first set, all the women there were naked. Some of
the men had also stripped, but most of them remained dressed. In its own strange way,
it was kind of a beautiful scene because the women were being admired, yet no one was
really touching anyone or trying to make love Everyone was just grooving on the
beautiful bodies.
Waylon came down off the stage grinning broadly. He walked up to me and stood
above me, looking at me as though it were the first time he had ever seen a nude
woman.
"That was quite a performance, Carrie. I reckoned you wouldn't have gone in for that
sort of thing when I first met you."
"I didn't know that I would have ever done it, Waylon. I just felt like it, I guess."
He smiled, took my hand and lifted me out of the chair. I remember walking, or
staggering actually, through a long hallway. There were a couple standing against the
walls making out. Some of the girls were completely naked.
In the rear of the house was a small bedroom, with a number of mattresses and water
beds strewn about. In the corner was a couple, the woman lay beneath the man with
her legs wrapped around his back. He was pumping into her hard and smoothly. She
was writhing and twisting beneath him Waylon and I stood there and watched those
people, bit us growing excited at the sight.
"Looks good, don't it?" Waylon said. He reached up between my legs and rubbed my
crack. I moved my thighs apart and felt his hand against my moist vagina.
"I'm not that kind of girl, Waylon!" I said, mocking the tone I had used so many times
with the guys back home.
"Well, I'll be damned! You sure fooled me!!!" Waylon laughed, then took me into his
arms. He pressed his hot body firmly against mine. Our lips met, and our mouths
opened. His searing tongue entered my mouth and searched and pried. He wallowed in
the darkness, running his warm flesh around and around inside.
I could feel his hardness pressing against my belly. Beneath his levis, the heat of his
excitement was beating against me like a furnace. I rubbed his firm buttocks, then
moved my hand around to the front. His long, hard penis lay plastered against his
belly. Like a petrified snake it lay there, ready to spring out and strike the first poor girl
who released it.
"Ahhh" I moaned. "It feels so big..."
Waylon kissed me on the neck, then bent down and licked at my nipples. I held his
head tightly against my breast as he sucked and bit at my sore, throbbing buds. His
passionate mouth gave me more pleasure in that little gesture than I had had in years.
"Oh God... bite me, Waylon. Suck my tit... please suck me!!!"
I was trying to get his zipper open. Waylon stood up, unhooked his belt and opened his
pants. He reached inside his jeans and pulled out his long, hard prick. At that moment
I thought his cock was the greatest thing I had ever seen. "It's beautiful!" I said, staring
at the huge thing sticking out from his pants like a throbbing cannon.
"Go ahead, baby. Touch it..."
I put my finger gently on the tip. It shook, then a small drop of semen emerged from
the hole. I rubbed the milky white stuff around the swollen tip, then licked it off my
finger. Waylon stood there quietly, watching me with what appeared to be great delight.
"Put it in your mouth, Carrie. Suck me off." His words were soft and without nastiness.
He just wanted me to take his penis inside, and to blow him.
I knelt down on the floor in front of him and pushed his cock flat against his belly. The
long, stiff rod lay there, with the ridge beneath it leading to his balls. I pulled down his
pants and released his sacs, then held the soft, warm bags and squeezed. I was
fascinated with the whole thing. Everything that Bill and I had ever done had been
committed in the dark, when neither of us could really see what the other had. As a
matter of fact, I rarely saw Bill in the nude except occasionally when I would catch him
off guard in the shower. Men, to me, were only a figment of my imagination. Until that
night, that is.
As I ran my finger up the length of his cock, Waylon held my head gently, yet firmly.
He stood above me, waiting for me to make my move. I held him at the tip, then
wrapped my fingers around his bulk and slid my hand slowly up and down.
"C'mon, Carrie... take it inside your mouth."
I pulled his prick out straight, and stared directly at the huge, mushroomed head. I put
my lips lightly to the skin, I could feel his heat and excitement flowing from him to my
lips. I licked his tip softly, then became more and more aggressive. After scorching him
with my tongue up and down the sides, I finally opened my mouth and sucked on him
until he had his entire dick inside my mouth.
"Oh yeah baby! You know that feels good!!!"
I moved back and forth along his length, drawing him in as far as I could. I really
enjoyed the feeling of having my mouth and throat filled with his hot, throbbing penis.
It kind of felt comfortable and exciting at the same time. And then, to fondle and hold
his large nuts added even more pleasure. It was this part of a man's body that I had
rarely experienced or been allowed to play with; and I was completely taken with it.
"Now, Carrie... move!"
Waylon tried to push me away. But I wanted to take all of him. I didn't care, I wanted
to see it through to the end. I held on as his cock began to spurt and throb like a huge
hose. I felt the first shot of his semen enter my throat, and I swallowed. When the
second, and the third, shots came, I choked. I pulled my mouth away from his penis
and felt his hot stuff drooling down my cheeks as he continued to ejaculate. I spit out
what I had and coughed.
"It's okay, Carrie... it's alright." Waylon was on the floor next to me, holding me and
patting me on the back. Finally, I settled down and Waylon smiled. "On your back '...
you deserve something good for that."
I lay flat on my back on the wood floor, keeping my knees tightly together. Waylon
moved them apart and stared down into my valley. He grinned, licked his lips and put
his head down against my bush. The moment he flicked his tongue against my clit,
then pushed inside my vagina, I screamed out. Bill had never licked me out, none had
ever touched me like that before. Each time his tongue moved to a new area, I felt
myself exploding with the sensation. My private, very private little vagina was now open
and exposed, and a man was down there between those well-locked thighs of mine
sucking on me and taking my juices. It was the most incredible thing I had ever
experienced. And I knew at that moment why I had so often swallowed my pride and
asked Bill to do it to me.
Waylon sucked on me, bit at my clit, and dove deep inside with his tongue. I was so
hot that I couldn't have sat still if my life depended on it. My whole body was on fire,
my loins were like an inferno, burning with most powerful desire and want that I had
ever experienced. I couldn't take it anymore, I had to have his penis inside me. I pushed
him away.
"Fuck me, Waylon. Please! Mount me... hurry!!!"
I was half hysterical, my voice sounded unreal to me. I watched him as he pulled
himself up between my legs. I could feel his burning steel at the door to my sex, prying
and feeling, struggling to find those pearly gates. He was big, and the massive flesh felt
even larger than it had in my mouth. Finally, I reached down between our bellies, held
his cock, and guided it into my vagina.
"Aeeeee!!!!" I cried as he worked himself into me. His prick seemed to have become my
entire body, everything within me was concentrated down there, where his hot, sticky
flesh was buried deep within my wet caverns.
"God... fuck me. Fuck me. Just ram me!!!"
Waylon raised himself and rested on the palms of his hands. He looked up towards the
ceiling and began stroking me easily. His movements were almost unbearable. Each
time he pulled and then plunged back in I thought I would explode. I couldn't handle
the mammoth feelings, the incredible strength and the ultimate thrill that I was
receiving.
We started moving together. Our bellies were slapping hard against one another. Sweat
dripped between us, and our voices were locked into an ecstatic groan of pleasure as we
mounted that magic mountain together.
And then I felt it coming. It wasn't knew, but it was the first time it had ever happened
when I had been making it with someone. My body began to shake, my cunt seemed to
turn into a writhing, throbbing tunnel, clenching its walls tightly around the invading
bulk of Way-Ion's penis. I held on tightly, raised my hips high off the floor and
struggled to melt my cunt onto his sex.
He came a moment later, and his throbbing sex spilled and shot his semen into my
valley. I pulled my thighs together and held inside myself tightly while he shot and
shot. Finally, he came to rest and fell down, exhausted, on top of me. We stayed there
locked together our bodies melted into one, pleasurable organism.
"We're up again, Waylon!"
I snapped out of my blissful state and looked up into the face of Burt, the drummer in
the band. He was standing above us, looking down at our intertwined bodies and
smiling.
"C'mon boy, no doubt she's worth it But us other boys have to settle for grits and hamhocks."
Waylon lifted himself off me, then smiled down and pulled on his jeans. In a moment
he was gone. I lay there, naked and worn, but feeling fuller and more alive than I ever
remembered. I wondered then where I would go from here. It seemed impossible that
anything could ever be better or more fulfilling than that night with Waylon.
I spent the weekend with Waylon out at his huge home in Bakersfield. He was going
out on the road with his group that Monday, and he asked me if I wanted to tag along.
I said that I did, realizing that I was putting my whole life, my marriage and my
children in jeopardy. But the feelings I was having, the satisfaction and the excitement
were more than making it worthwhile. I had to see it through, there was no other way.
The band, called the "Waylers", myself and a dog named Waylon, all got into this
mobile home on wheels that afternoon and headed out across the desert towards Las
Vegas. They were going to play a small casino in the town for two weeks, and after that
they were going to Nashville for a series of television shows. I figured that if I decided I
wanted out, it would be best to leave them in Las Vegas. I had enough money socked
away so that if I had to catch a plane or something, I would be able to afford it.
The ride through the hot desert was something else. I had never seen a group of people
who were freer and less inhibited than Waylon's group. The drummer, a heavy set guy
with long sideburns, was probably the most liberal of all of them. One point in the trip,
he had finished taking a shower and came walking out of the small cubicle stark naked.
He didn't even flinch, nor did anyone else. He sat down on the couch opposite where I
was sitting, and took out a magazine. There I was staring right up between his legs at
his cock and balls, and the man didn't even seem to care. Finally, Waylon asked Burt if
he wouldn't mind putting some clothes on because "he was bothering the little lady".
Everyone laughed, but Burt did get up and get himself decent.
It was during that trip that I grew very friendly with the dog. He was a huge German
Shepherd male, with a huge cock that always seemed exposed and on the shelf. I mean,
no matter where that dog went, or what he did, he was always managing to get his
prick shown. It was strange, because that soft pink flesh became a point of fascination
for me. I couldn't take my eyes off of it. Waylon noticed me staring at his dog's cock
once and laughed. "You know" Waylon chided, "he digs a good hump now and them,
too."
"Other dogs, I trust."
Waylon smiled, the winked. "Oh yeah, but he does appreciate the beauty of the female
animal. You know, some people say that all animals of the Kingdom dig on the
woman's body... it's the highest thing they can achieve and they kind of worship it."
Burt laughed. "Yeah, everyone, even the fuckin' animal's are masochists!"
"No man," Waylon argued, "I'm serious. I bet that if Carrie stood up and took all her
clothes off that that dog would be just as interested and thrilled as we would!"
"Yeah," Burt agreed, his eyes on me, "you got a point there. Might be an interesting
experiment at that."
Waylon looked at me with a questioning expression. The two other guys in the band,
Mike and Roy, who had been sleeping in the back since we had left Bakersfield,
suddenly appeared. The two women aboard also sat up. It was apparent that they
expected me to disrobe and try out Waylon's experiment.
"I don't know, Waylon... I mean..."
"Aw, c'mon, honey. Everyone here's seen you dancing around in the buff. Give it a try
and let's see what happens."
Everyone chimed in that they were vitally interested in the animal's reaction. They were
all waiting. Finally, I decided that maybe it would be fun. The trip was getting a little
dull, and aside from Burt's exhibition, nothing much had happened in the three hours
we had been on the road.
"Okay," I agreed. "I'll give it a try. But only for the sake of science and nothing else!"
Everyone clapped. I quickly pulled my clothes off, and when I was naked, I sat back
down on the couch. Their eyes were on me, and I could feel my nipples harden with
excitement. I was beginning to realize that I really got turned on by showing myself.
"Okay," Waylon said quietly, "everyone stay real still and don't say a word."
I sat there in the nude for about five minutes. The dog didn't move once during that
time. Finally, I decided I would try something to see if I could arouse him. I began
playing with my nipples, rubbing them and making them hard. I placed my hand
between my thighs and spread my legs a little. I started rubbing myself, then began
really getting into masturbating. I inserted my finger up into my cunt and began
playing with myself all over.
It was working on the crowd inside the bus, and suddenly, when I moaned, the dog
rolled over and looked up at me. His eyes were wide, and his tongue drooped out of the
side of his mouth.
"Yeah... keep it on... right!" Waylon was watching intently.
The animal got up and came over between my knees. He kind of just stared down at
my cunt for a second, then began licking me slowly on my inner thighs. The people
inside the bus moved quietly to form a small circle around us.
"Let him go all the way, Carrie" Waylon said. He was puffing nervously on a small
cigar.
I was really getting quite turned on. The dog kept moving up closer and closer between
my legs, licking me with that huge, soft tongue. I kept my hands inside myself, feeling
my warm juices flowing like crazy.
I began to grow afraid when Waylon reached the high part of my inner thighs. I could
see his long snout, his muscled back and his heavy tongue as he moved towards me.
Finally, though, out of some perverse curiosity, I decided to let it happen. I wanted to
see what it would feel like, I wanted to know.
"Okay boy... lunch is being served," I said. I withdrew my fingers and spread my legs
wide. Pulling apart my labia, I offered myself to the hungry mouth of the dog.
Waylon didn't wait, but dove right in. His long, wet snout pushed against my vulva as
his tongue penetrated my vagina.
"Ooooo... mannn... that feels good!" I moaned.
The dog began lapping up my juices, covering all my wet, soft round in his search. It
was a fabulous sensation because his tongue was so damned big. I held him in the back
of the ears and pulled him firmly against me.
The people in the bus stood around, staring silently at Waylon and myself. The tension
in that small cabin was tremendous. Everyone was getting turned on, but no one but
myself had any release.
When I felt myself coming, I clenched my thighs around the dog's head and held him
there. He squirmed and tried to free himself, but I wanted that warm snout against my
hot flesh so badly that nothing was going to make me let him go. Finally, I shuddered,
feeling my cunt writhe and pulsate in a continuous explosion. I relaxed and let the
animal go. The people in the room were standing above me, not saying a word.
I looked at Waylon. His eyes were wide and his breathing excited. I moved over to him,
dropped to my knees in front of him and began opening his pants. I reached inside and
pulled out his dong. He was hard as a rock, and the veins were throbbing and
pulsating. I licked him gently, then took his prick into my mouth and began sucking on
him. As I moved up and down, with growing speed, the other people began ripping at
their clothes. It didn't take Waylon long before he came. I swallowed his cum, then
licked him clean. The others in the room were all with the two other girls. Two men to
one woman, they clawed and scratched, getting rid of that incredible tension that had
built up.
Needless to say, we arrived in Las Vegas an exhausted and satisfied group. The
normally boring ride across the desert hadn't been that way this time. This was a trip
none of us would ever forget.
Waylon put us up in a small motel away from the Strip, near the downtown section of
Vegas. For the first couple of nights, I went down to the club where they played and
watched. But after a while, it got kind of boring and I decided to stay back in my room.
That night I really began to experience some strange changes.
The group had been about an hour, and I was sitting on the couch watching some
television. I was enjoying the silence. It was the first time I had been alone for over a
week, and I needed the time to think.
Two of the girls who had made the ride across the desert with us stopped by. Their
names were Sally and Maggie, both of them were under twenty-one, so they couldn't go
to the shows. They were both from Bakersfield, and I guess you say that they were
country-western groupies. Sally was tall and dark haired, Maggie was shorter, a little
plumper and had dyed blonde hair.
"C'mon, Carrie, we're going skinny dipping!"
Sally said standing outside my room. They both had towels wrapped around them.
I joined them for a quick dip in the nude. No one was around, so no one saw us
swimming around naked even though we were splashing and giggling a lot. A couple of
times during our play, Sally touched me... it was a fleeting kind of feel, but I knew that
she had done it on purpose. After she had grazed my nipples, or accidentally brought
her knee up between my legs, she would stop and look at me to see what my reaction
was. I would turn away and pretend that nothing had happened.
It was getting a little too much for me, though, and I decided to go back to my room
and watch some television. It was strange, but through it all, the thought of making it
with another woman just never occurred to me. I wasn't ready for that scene at all.
Back in my room, I sat on the couch in the nude watching the television. Sally entered
my room without Maggie. She, also, was naked. She stood in front of the couch and
smiled down at me.
"You know something," she began, "you've got a great body. I mean, didn't you ever
want to use it differently?"
"No," I answered, trying to concentrate on the television show.
"Oh... mind if I sit down?"
I nodded, not paying attention to her advances and hoping that she would go away.
Sally sat down right next to me, her naked thigh was against mine. Then, she moved
her hand onto my leg and began going further and further up until she was actually
touching my pubis.
"Please, Sally" I said, moving her hand away, "Pm just not into that kind of thing."
"Oh, c'mon baby. You know you'll dig it."
She moved her hand back down to my cunt again. This time, I slapped it and shoved it
away. Sally was getting very upset She really wanted to make it with me, and I was
having no part of it. I knew that it had been a mistake to stay naked after getting out of
the pool. But I had had no idea that she was going to come in after me.
"Listen Sally" I said finally, "why don't you just go back to Maggie and leave me alone.
I don't want to make it with you, understand?"
I was getting angry, and a little frightened. Sally was much bigger than I was, and I
knew that if she really wanted to, she could practically rape me. I started looking
around the room for something to use when I spotted Waylon crouched in the corner. I
had forgotten that the dog was even there.
Sally pushed me back on the couch and straddled me. Her cunt was pushed right into
my face, her large tits were dangling over my eyes. I tried to throw her off, but it was
impossible.
"Waylon! Waylon!" I cried, trying to get the animal to bark or something.
Waylon stood up and walked over to Sally. He was no more than a foot away from her.
He bared his teeth and growled in a way that would have frightened a dog twice his
size.
Sally grew pale with fear. She climbed off of me and slowly backed off the couch, all the
while begging the dog not to eat her alive. When she finally disappeared through the
front door, I broke out laughing. It had been the funniest little non-rape scene I had
ever seen. I went to front door, locked it, and turned back to the beautiful German
shepherd. He was sitting on the couch, waiting for me to join him as though I was his
date.
"Waylon, you beautiful animal!"
I sat down next to him, made him roll over and began scratching his belly. He lay there
quietly and sedately while I felt his skin touch. While I scratched him, I couldn't take
my eyes off his balls. The small nuts were hanging there, with his cock laying curled up
as though it were afraid to come out "Waylon, baby. Momma owes you a little
something for that good deed!"
I reached down and rested the palm of my hand lightly against his cock. He started to
grow hard, and was soon fully erect.
I knelt down over his belly and licked his penis up and down. I stroked his knob,
feeling the solid flesh that rested halfway up his prick. Then I moved my mouth down
to his base and sucked gently on his balls. The dog seemed to dig it all. He lay there
peacefully and contented as I strived to turn him on.
It was funny, I guess, but at that time I had no real intention of letting the dog fuck me.
I just wanted to give the animal some pleasure, to show him some gratitude. I had
begun to feel something peculiar towards him after that day in the bus, and that feeling
had grown. It was as though we both understood each other, were aware of each others'
feelings and desires. I became quite attached to him; and after what he had done that
night with Sally, that attachment grew to astounding heights.
For many minutes I lay there with Waylon and played with his thin, shiny penis. I
masturbated him and caressed his balls. I sucked on him, licked him and kissed him all
over. The more I did, the more I wanted to continue. I felt very, very comfortable with
him.
It was after the first ejaculation that I decided I would try it with him. His come had
turned me on, watching his liquid spurt all over the place like that. I decided then and
there that I wanted to see what that flaming red prick would feel like inside me.
It was the strangest feeling I have ever had getting down on my knees and leaning
across the edge of the couch. I was waiting then for a dog to place his prick up inside
me and make love to me. In one short week I had come to this kind of thing. I was a
little scared, and little unsure even of my own sanity at that moment. I had gone far,
but I had never expected to go this far. I begged Waylon to get it on because I was
losing my nerve. I was tremendously excited, yet I was fearful. I wanted him badly, and
then again I wanted the whole thing to be over with. I leaned across the couch, moved
my knees apart, and pulled his body up against my buttocks. "Okay, boy... come on...
get it on!!!"
The dog seemed to sense immediately what I wanted. He put his paws high on my back
and pushed his belly against my ass. I could feel the hot stickiness of his cock against
my naked flesh. He was a burning cinder, always throbbing and continually hot.
I reached down behind myself and guided his cock into my hole. He didn't wait, but
plunged inside with the force of a small jackhammer. He began humping me in short,
jerky movements. He didn't stop or even wait for me. I knew that I would have to start
moving quickly with him, make it as well as I could.
I began thrusting myself with his motion, throwing my naked ass out to meet his lively
cock. Soon, we were some kind of balance and were both going places. I began clawing
at the couch, trying to hold myself in place and get the most action at the same time.
He was like a ceaseless winder up there, never stopping, always going at the same exact
speed.
"Oh... yeah... c'mon... thataboy, hump me! Fuck me!"
I was crying out loudly, and the noise must have carried through to the other rooms.
And then I felt myself coming. I held onto the material of the couch and rode my
thundering orgasm through its pulsations. Waylon came a moment later, his tiny prick
shuddering and spurting inside me like a cannon. I screamed out, then fell forward
onto the couch.
I guess I fell asleep after that, because the next thing I knew Waylon was standing next
to the couch with Sally. He was still wearing his working clothes. I opened my eyes and
saw the angered expression on his face.
"What time is it?" I asked.
"According to Sally here, it's only been about a half hour since you got fucked!"
"What?"
Sally stood there smiling that wicked, self-satisfied smile of hers. She put her hands on
her hips. "I told Waylon here about all the racket that was coming out of your room.
He came right over!"
"That's right, Carrie. Now who the fuck was it?"
I almost started to laugh. The whole scene was preposterous, especially after what had
happened with Sally earlier that evening. "Well" I began slowly, I'll tell you it wasn't
with anyone human!"
I looked over into the corner of the room and there was little Waylon sleeping soundly.
He was curled up in a little ball, and I swear that I detected a small smile on his face.
"What do you mean by that?" Waylon demanded.
"I mean, it was with your dog, that's what I mean!"
Sally frowned for a moment, then realized that I might have been telling the truth. "No,
Waylon. It was a man, I could hear the noises of a man in here."
Waylon looked at his dog, then down at me. I was still naked, but I guess the idea of
me making it with a dog really turned him off.
"You goddamn heated bitch! How the fuck you expect anyone to have any kind of
respect for you? Get the fuck out of my room...!!!"
Waylon turned and stomped out of the motel room. It would be the last time I would
ever see him. Sally followed after him, telling him good she would make him feel if he
would just give her a chance.
I dressed quickly, said my good-byes, mainly to the German shepherd since no one else
would talk with me, and boarded a bus back to Los Angeles.
I arrived at my big, two story house in the suburbs about four in the morning. The
house was still and dark. I went inside, turned on all the lights and marveled at how
strange it was to be home.
Outside, the pool was warm and clean. I took off all my clothes and went for a nude
swim. I knew that when the sun came up, 'ol Ed from next door would be peering over
the fence again.
I decided I would lay out there naked and give the old coot some of his money's worth.
Maybe I would even try and catch him with his pants down and see if something
couldn't come out of that.
There was nothing that was going to stop me, now. I realized that after the experiences
that I had gone through, I was prepared to face anything and everything. But most
importantly, I was ready to continue to be free – to use my body in a way that I saw fit,
and to gain as much pleasure from my life as I wanted.
The scene with dog had shown me one, very important fact about people. That is, no
matter how free people like to think they are, they always carry with them some kind of
judgment clause. You have to understand the rules of the games before you play,
otherwise you just wind up losing. But the game is definitely worth playing, and I am
quickly learning the rules.


Summary 

This case presents a rather typical escape syndrome which is not uncommon in today's
society amongst young and sexually oriented women who feel trapped. Carrie was just
such a woman – young and beautiful – yet relegated to role of a housewife, living her
life for her husband and children. In this kind of situation, the self-image of the woman
tends to develop according to other people rather than from within.
In one, swift action, Carrie sought to transform her identity, both as a woman and as a
sexual animal. She left her home, left her children and left her husband – not on a
permanent basis, but on the assumption that she would be able to realize her own
identity within the short period of time which she had allowed to herself. This move, in
her mind, immediately worked to destroy old and restrictive behavioral patterns which
obviously she did not enjoy.
In Carrie's mind, there was 'something wrong', something that had not reached its
completion. She thought that this abstract feeling was directly related to her sexuality,
and on that basis she was partially on the right tract. Knowing that her instinct had
been sublimated to the work of being a housewife, she became determined to allow that
instinct to flow wherever it might lead her. It was this decision to go all the way,
without restriction, that eventually led to her practicing bestiality. "The basic law of the
psychic apparatus, according to which man (or woman) strives for pleasure and tries to
escape unpleasure... this principle... determined psychic development and psychic
reactions. The 'reality principle' was not an antithesis to the pleasure principle; it simply
meant that reality imposes the necessity of postponing or relinquishing certain
pleasure." Carrie had lived her life structured within the 'reality principle'; postponing
those pleasures which she might have sought had she not been involved with her roleplaying. 
It was this sublimation that caused her to strike out in such a strong and
powerful manner.
The first instance where she had an opportunity to exercise her new freedom was with
the musician she found hitchhiking on the highway. Not having any self-imposed
direction, she was willing to follow this man wherever he led her. Her own edicts, her
own personality suddenly became secondary to his. His existence, his manners and his
life suddenly became the functioning organization of her life.
At the party, Carrie once again fell deeply into another syndrome. This time, it resulted
in what she felt to be a major breakthrough in her search for sexual freedom. Her dance
in the nude provided her with a beginning self-image, the image of a woman free
enough and loose enough to engage in such activities. Obviously, everyone else at the
party would support that image.
The same motivations which allowed Carrie to pick up the hitchhiker and then to
dance naked at the party were the ones which enabled her to allow the dog to perform
orally upon her. In a sense, the act with the animal was an exhibition. There was an
audience of strangers, and there was Carrie's own self-perception. Not willing to revert,
determined to move ahead into the new, uncharted lands of her sexuality, she was
motivated by the establishment of this new image to partake in that experience. The
dog happened to be there, the conditions happened to have existed, and thus the act
was committed.
Carrie was directed until the moment that Sally proposed that they have a sexual
relationship. Homosexuality was obviously the point to which Carrie would not go,
even though she had promised herself that she would flow with anything that came her
way. This point in her search for freedom disrupted her own rationale, and forced her
back into associative thought which then resulted in her having sexual relations with
the dog.
In a sense, then, the moment that Carrie rejected Sally, she forced herself into a sense
of self-preception which she had strived to ignore throughout her trip. This movement
'backwards' threw her one step into the past, and thus to the animal.
What happened to Carrie is something that occurs frequently amongst people who
travel uncharted ground without the proper road-maps. She did not have any basic idea
of a goal, nor did she possess the wisdom of past experience. She traveled only on
instinct. "In the ability of the psychic apparatus to develop consciousness and self
perception, the most peculiar and most obscure functions of conscious psychic life, we
see the 'immediate' expression of the antithesis: in the phenomenon of
depersonalization the function of self-perception appears in a pathologically distorted
sense." In this case, the loss of identity, the inability to maintain a personal reference
point through her journey caused Carrie to engage in behavior which, it is doubtful, she
would have committed under more normal conditions. In a sense, then, she lost sight of
herself and her basic goals, leaving herself wide open for outside influences to direct her
behavior – almost without her presence to direct it one way or the other.
This kind of disorientation is a common phenomenon among people who have lived
through wars, or other major disasters where their environments and lives have been
altered to the point where psychic distortions become prevalent. In the sexual sense, it
is the main influence behind behavior whereby the practitioner wakes up to realize
what he or she has done, and then suffers the monstrous affects of guilt for their
actions.
Carrie must now realize what it was that she was after, and what her mistake was in
seeking it She must come to terms with her duality – that bridge between the psyche
and physical, whereby one cannot be in existence without the presence of the other. In
this way, and through that realization, she may understand her own imbalance, and the
results which such a condition has upon her behavior.
In this country, and throughout the world for that matter, there is a great number of
people who are seeking exactly the same things that Carrie sought. En masse, they are
moving outside the controlled patterns of behavior and attempting to establish new and
freer forms which do not restrict the instinct In doing so, they face the same problems
that Carrie encountered.
The term 'depersonalization' is in effect, the definition of the human condition when
one's individualism is sublimated to something other than that person's own conscious
awareness. In other words, when people reach the point where they are motivated by
outside circumstances that they do not integrate into their own self-perceptions. This is
a highly dangerous and volatile condition. Sexually, it is a condition which may result
in greater freedom, but then again, the lack of preparation and education may destroy
the goals.
Carrie sought that freedom of sexuality, but on the way forgot to include herself in the
venture. She misled her own consciousness and tried to do battle with it. Instead of that
rather strong-armed approach, she would have been better off learning and
understanding why she felt the way she did, and how others have attempted to rectify
the situation. From that, she then could have proceeded with a little knowledge and
understanding, factors that would have quite possibly kept her self-image and her own
actions on an even, saner keel.


Chapter 3

Willie M. is a middle-aged man living in an abandoned train car near Barstow. For the
past ten years, Willie has lived off of daily labor jobs, seeking only to keep himself fed
and clothed – nothing more.
One desire, one ambition keeps this strange hermit going. Willie desires only to have
sexual relations with sows – or female pigs. Researchers have found that the vagina of
the female pig is as near as nature has gotten to duplicating that of the human female.
Thus, the physical needs fulfilled by the sow have become legend.
But in Willie's case, we have neither the standard rural essence described by Kinsey in
his report on bestiality; nor, do we have the common (for bestial practices) rationale
that the animal is the only sexual outlet available. Instead, in this highly unusual and
provocative case study, we have an instance where a man has spent his life under the
heavy and unnatural burden of sexual guilt – a burden which has resulted in his
unhealthy obsession with bestiality.
Sitting in Willie's abandoned freight car, using my tape recorder, I was able to ascertain
the main ingredients of this man's life – from his early childhood and teens up through
the present time. I think the reasons for his obsessive behavior and chronic guilt will
become clear to the reader as Willie progresses in describing the events and experiences
of his life.
I was born and raised on a small farm in South Dakota. My parents were farmers,
nothing more nothing less. They didn't talk much about anything, and lived poorly off
the land. They had nothing, but never seemed to want more than they already had,
either. We lived in a two bedroom shack, my older sister, me and my parents. It was a
cold, hard life... rarely did we go into town or have any fun. If you think I got it bad
now, you should have been with me on that farm when I was a kid.
My sister, Ellen, and I had to share the same bedroom, and the same bed. As kids, we
used to play a lot in the bed late at night I remember that because it was the only time
we could laugh. We would go under the covers and just kind of mess around. You
know, just silly kid's stuff with nothing much behind it. That was fine, and it worked
well until Ellen reached the age of twelve. Then, she started turning into a woman, and
things began to change completely.
Ellen and I had slept in the same bed during the years when we were growing up. We
had also taken our baths together because there wasn't much hot water around. So, I
had seen her naked and she had seen me naked. We had played around a little, you
know, touching each other and things like that. But it never got serious or anything like
that until she started becoming a woman.
I remember the night when she was sitting in the bathtub. I hadn't seen her for about a
month because I had gone to my Grandmother's house for a visit. That night, Ellen was
in the tub. Her long, blonde hair was hanging down in front, and her long, thin legs
were stretched out beneath the water. I was eleven at the time.
I walked into the bathroom and she screamed. "Get out of here, Willie! I'm taking a
bath!" Well, that had never bothered her before, so I couldn't understand what the
problem was. Then I looked down there between her legs and saw what was upsetting
her. She was starting to grow hair around that nice, little pink slit of hers. In a month,
she had grown a little bit.
"Stop looking at me that way!" She yelled, trying to cover herself and that little bit of
blonde pubic hair.
I turned and ran from the bathroom, at once excited and afraid. I had never seen a
woman before, and she was really beginning to look like one. Even her tits were getting
larger. Her nipples had kind of puckered out a little and were larger than they had
been.
I climbed into bed and shut the light off, wondering where Ellen was going to sleep.
Obviously, she wasn't too happy about the prospect of sleeping with me. I waited there
in the dark for over an hour, and finally she came into the room carrying a candle. She
was wearing her bathrobe. She stood over the edge of the bed and looked down at me.
"Are you still awake?" She asked.
I looked up at her and thought she was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen. Her
long blonde hair was washed and hung down across her shoulders. Her lips were red
with lipstick and seemed large and juicy. The robe was opened down to her waist, and
her smooth white skin gleamed out from beneath. Ellen stood above me and smiled.
"Listen," she said, "I'm sorry about what I did to you in the bathroom. I just felt kind of
funny having you look at me."
I told her that she looked so good and everything that I just couldn't help myself. I
promised that I would never look at her again, and that I would even build myself a
separate bedroom out back. She just laughed.
"No, don't do that" she said. "I want you to look at me. I like to have you watch me do
things... you know."
Then she put the candle down on the dresser and turned her back towards me. She
untied her robe, pulled it apart and dropped it down behind her back. She was naked
underneath. Her tight little ass, her smooth long back looked beautiful and white and
clean. I felt the excitement rising in me, but I was still too young to have an erection.
All I felt was this incredible fluttering in my stomach, and a real feeling that my prick
was trying to do something, but couldn't.
Ellen turned around slowly. She held her hands at her sides and kept her thighs
together. Her little bush looked even fuller in the half light of the candle. Beneath her
ripening nipples there was a shadow, she was developing there even more than I had
realized.
"Do I really look like a woman?" She asked.
"Yes," I replied, my voice caught deep inside my throat.
"I feel like one, Willie. I've got strange feelings... like I want to do something but I'm
not quite sure what it is."
I didn't quite know what to tell her. The feeling I had watching her standing there
naked was almost too much. I think I was worse off than she was.
"Could I sleep tonight like this?" She asked. "I mean, without anything on?"
I threw back the covers and she jumped into bed beside me. Her warm, naked skin
burned against mine. I wanted to pull off my pajama bottoms so that we would both be
nude, but I didn't have the courage.
"This feels neat," Ellen said. We were both lying on our backs, and her nude side was
against mine. She reached over and took my hand and placed it on her nipple. She
twitched when I squeezed it.
"Not so hard!" She whispered, her voice cracking.
I felt her skin, then moved down across her belly to where the small patch of hair lay.
She spread her legs and pushed my hand tightly against her. She was warm, wet and
smooth there. Barely any hair had grown to cover her little slit.
"Do you remember when we used to do this all the time?" She asked.
"Yees. But it's different now, isn't it?"
"You're becoming a woman... that's why."
I kept my fingers down there, but never went inside. I just rubbed her easily, and
watched her face as she got turned on and started moaning. She scared me, I had never
seen her like that before. But I was curious as Hell about what going to happen. I just
kept rubbing her, when finally, she pulled my hand away real quick and rolled over
onto her side. She wouldn't let me touch her for the rest of the night.
Ellen and I played that way for the next six months. During that time she allowed me
to put my finger up inside her and to masturbate her. She would lie with the blankets
pulled up to her chin while I worked her over, and every night she would reach a point
where she would squeal a little, then jerk my hand away and roll over. Her growing
breasts and now full cunt were alright for me to touch, but she never once touched me.
Then, at the beginning of the summer, I had my first real erection. We were in bed,
Ellen was naked and I was sleeping in my pajama bottoms. Ellen had really turned into
a beautiful young woman by this time. Her breasts were large and full, the nipples were
a soft pink and when she got excited the tip blossomed out like small buds. Her bush
was full, rich with her golden blonde hair. With all the girls, and women that I saw in
town and at school, Ellen was by far the prettiest That hot, windy night was kind of a
breakthrough for us. I was lying there, with my hand between her legs when my penis
grew hard and big. It kind of shocked the Hell out of me, and shocked her even more.,
"Ellen" I said, "you've got to touch me."
"No! I never have and I never will!"
"But it's different now, really it is..."
I begged her over and over and finally she agreed to touch me. She put her hand over
my pajamas and pushed her palm against my cock. I came at that moment, the sticky
stuff shooting all through the thin material of my pajamas and onto her hand. She was
disgusted with me, and ran naked into the bathroom to wash off. She wouldn't talk to
me for a week.
Then one night I was taking a shower and Ellen came into the bathroom. I was really
starting to look like a man and she stared at me as though she were seeing me for the
first time. She just stood there, her lips half parted, her big blue eyes wide and looked
down at my penis.
"That was disgusting the other night!" She said finally.
"Yeah, I'm sorry about it" "You should be... disgusting." She started to leave the
bathroom but I asked her to come into the shower with me. No one was home, and I
could tell that she had missed our little sessions. Since that night when I had come like
that I had been made to sleep on the floor.
Ellen turned to me and smiled. She unbuttoned her blouse, ripped off her bra and
stepped out of her jeans. She closed the door to the bathroom and stepped naked into
the tub.
I grew hard instantly. My cock stuck out from an angle, and she leaned against the far
wall of the tub and stared at it.
"God, it gets so big!"
"Touch it, Ellen. It feels hard and rubbery..."
Ellen reached out and put her finger on the tip. She kept it there, then pushed a little,
and finally put her whole hand around it. She began to masturbate me slowly and
evenly, as though she had been doing it for years. I held onto the edge of the tub and
came very quickly. This time, though, she didn't back away from the spurt of white
stuff, but kept moving her hand back and forth while I shot my come all over the tub.
"Does that happen every time?" She asked when I had finished washing myself off.
"Yeah. I did it four times yesterday. Happened every time."
"Gee. That's something..."
It was at that point that Ellen became fascinated with my penis. She wouldn't let me
wear anything to bed anymore because she wanted to spend the night playing with my
cock. She would make me hard with her hand, then she would rub the tip up against
her belly and put it sometimes between her thighs. She would touch it to her breasts,
and make little circles with it around her nipples. She really seemed to dig me there,
and nothing was too far out for her to try.
One night, after she had gotten me hard, she put it into her mouth. I'll never forget the
feeling of her warmth surrounding me, her tongue licking at my tip and her full lips
gliding up and down. It was like some kind of perfection.
After I had jerked myself out of her mouth so that I would not come inside, I went
down on Ellen for the first time. I started kissing her on the breasts, feeling her warm,
silken flesh and her large, pointed nipples pulsate as I touched them. Then I went
further and further down, across her belly and finally to her cunt hair. She was warm
and moist down there, and when she spread her thighs, I could feel the heat coming
out of her.
"Oh Willie... please, noooooo!" She moaned, but made no attempt to stop me.
I kissed her right on the lips, then entered her with my tongue. She grew hysterical
with excitement as I licked and sucked on her sex. She threw her belly high into the air
then came crashing down. She was twisting and writhing like a wild animal. I had
never seen her so excited before, and the more I did it to her, the more excited she got.
Finally, she pushed me away from her in one huge fit. She lay there breathing heavily,
opening closing her thighs. She was in full heat, and her lips were swollen.
Her breasts seemed larger than ever, and her eye-lids were fluttering.
"Oh noooo... noooo..." She kept moaning. I soothed her, and finally she became quiet.
Ellen and I masturbated each other quite often, either with the use of our mouths or
with our hands. But we did not have intercourse. I tried one night, but she wouldn't let
me.
I had rolled on top of her and she had spread her legs. I had tried to get my cock inside
her cunt, but she had kept moving around so that the task was impossible. Being so
close and everything really got to me, and I finally shot my load onto her belly. She
would never tell me why she wouldn't go all the way that night.
Then a technique developed between the two of us which, I guess, got as close to
intercourse as you can get without actually doing it. Ellen would sit on top of me, her
legs to either side of my waist. Then, she would raise her hips up, take my penis and
put the tip right next to her slit She would move slowly up and down my cock, her wet,
hot slit grasping my prick like a tight fitting glove. But I never got inside. She would
even let me come in this position, but would never allow me to enter her.
That one fact was becoming quite frustrating to me at the time. I wanted to get inside
her, and I dreamt about it continually. That moist, soothing tunnel of hers was always
there and wide open for me, but never for my penis. Ellen had always maintained that
it would be very sinful if we really went all the way. She felt that what we were doing
then was just fine, something that would hurt neither of us. Contained within that
thought of sin, I suppose, was also the real fear that she might get pregnant.
That inability for my sister and I to really have intercourse would eventually lead me
into practice of bestiality with the sow who lived in the barnyard. That seems a funny
thing to say, but it was true. We both fell into it together, but it would stay with me
throughout the remainder of my life while Ellen would get married, have kids and lead
a normal life.
The fact that Ellen would never let me fuck her grew into a problem between us. I
didn't want to have anything more to do with her, and she was angry at me for trying
to ruin her life. It was a miserable situation.
On a very hot night in the middle of that summer, Ellen began to direct me, and our
relationship, into strange and perverse alleys – some of those alleys I would be stuck in
for the rest of my life.
Ellen and I were outside near the barn. There was a full moon that night, and the hot
breeze and the humidity made the night almost unbearable.
"Let's get naked out here!" Ellen said.
"Out here, what about mom and dad?"
"Oh, they'll never know. I mean, will they?"
The thought of being naked with her outside was enough to ward off any fears I might
have had about being caught. Quickly, we both stripped and stood opposite each other,
looking at each other under the strange light of the moon.
"You really get hard quick, don't you?" Ellen still had that fascination for my cock. I
don't think to this day that she ever really got over that obsession with the penis.
"C'mon" she said after another moment of staring, "Let's run around!" She leaped over
the fence and ran out into the fields. I followed her, my prick bouncing up and down
like some kind of rubber baseball bat.
Ellen found a little spot and lay down in the grass. She spread her legs wide when I
came up to her and began rubbing her fir. She looked so damn sexy down there like
that that I thought I would come at that moment.
"C'mon Willie" she moaned, raising her hips and showing me everything she had,
"c'mon and fuck me. You always wanted to, didn't you? C'mon, I'm all wet and juicy
down there... put that thing inside me!!!"
I had never heard her talk that way before. I was honestly shocked, but still I wanted to
have her bad enough that the desire overcame any shock I might have felt. I got down
between her legs and fell on top of her warm, nude body. At that moment, though,
Ellen rolled over, jumped to her feet and began running back towards the barn. I was
sick. I never thought that she would ever become that way with me, teasing me like that
and then leaving me in a desperate position. But she was changing fast, and I wasn't
keeping up with her.
Back at the barnyard, Ellen was sitting on top of the fence, staring down at the sow that
roamed inside the pen. Her name was Lilly, and she had won second prize at the
county fair the summer before. My dad was real proud of her.
"Look at her, would you?" Ellen said when I ran up next to her. "She's really pretty
isn't she?"
My sister's buttocks were hanging a little over the fence. She was beautiful there, her
round melons strong and firm. I was so excited, so frustrated that I didn't know what I
would do next. To make matters even worse, there was Ellen, stark naked and beautiful,
sitting on the damn fence talking about a pig!
"I heard," Ellen continued as though I wasn't even there, "I heard that sow's are like
women. You know between their legs. The women, I mean. A lot of guys at school are
always talking about humping sows. They say it's really neat."
She smiled down at me and held her breast out. She formed her lips into a pout, then
threw one leg over the fence. Her bush was right next to the wood, and she was riding
the fence with her cunt.
"You know I'm really getting horny?" She said.
"Okay," I said desperately, "then let's fuck!"
"Nooooo... but I would like to. I mean, if you would do something for me first..."
At that point my balls were aching so badly, my body was so tuned to having her, that I
would have done anything in the world to have her.
"Alright," Ellen began, jumping into the pen, "you fuck Lilly here. And then I'll let you
put it inside me. How's that sound?"
The idea was at once revolting and exciting. If I had been alone, I doubt whether I
would have fucked the pig that night. But with Ellen standing there in the nude,
begging me to do it so that I could then fuck her, well, there was a little motivation.
Ellen took me by the hand and led me to where the pig sat. She held my penis and
massaged it as we walked, talking about how good it would feel when it was between
her legs, digging high up into her belly. I was going crazy with desire.
"Okay," Ellen began, moving me up right behind the sow. "Now you lift her up, spread
her paws out a little and ram it right into her cunt. I'll help you..."
Ellen was breathing hard, and I could see that she was very turned on my what we were
doing. That, in itself, was enough to get me going also. I reached down to the pig and
grabbed it beneath its belly and lifted. The sow bleated and croaked, and tried to run
away. I had handled enough of the damn animals in my lifetime to know how to keep
one where you wanted it. So there was no problem with that.
"Okay," Ellen said, still holding my cock, "now move up next to it. I'll direct you..."
I pushed my belly up against the ass of the pig. Ellen held my prick and moved it
around against the pig's sex until we found the hole. When the tip was inserted into the
pig's vagina by my sister, Ellen yelled for me to really give the thing a good bang.
I shoved my prick up inside that poor sow hard and quickly. I must have hurt it
because the pig screeched out in a horrible sound of pain. Ellen just laughed, then grew
serious as I began pumping harder and harder into the sow.
A moment after I had entered the pig, Ellen was on the ground writhing and twisting.
Her naked body flashed beneath the moonlight as she put her hands between her
thighs and masturbated while I fucked the pig. I don't think I had ever seen her look as
beautiful or sexy as she did that night in the pen. I mean, she was wild and free,
touching herself and licking herself while I fucked that pig.
Then a strange thing began to happen to me. The pig's vagina did feel good and soft,
like Ellen's when I had put my finger inside. As I stroked on the animal and watched
Ellen next to us, I began to fantasize that I was actually fucking my sister. The more I
watched Ellen, the greater that fantasy became.
And then I came. My load left my cock like a shot from a cannon, and I even pulled
out of the sow for fear of getting Ellen pregnant. The fantasy had been completed. I feel
onto the ground next to my sister. She took me into her arms, threw her legs across my
hip and ground her pelvis into mine. She reached down between our bellies and took
my cock into her hand. She massaged me, held me and stroked me for a long time. I
don't think I have ever been as satisfied as I was at that moment. The thing had been
complete, and I felt tremendous.
Throughout the remainder of that summer, the scene in the pen was repeated over and
over again, almost every night. And each time, I would fall down into Ellen's waiting
arms after I had come on the pig. Ellen really seemed to get satisfaction from it, and as
long as she was waiting there for me when I had finished, I was satisfied, too.
Ellen left home that fall to attend school in the East. I don't know to this day whether
my parents had ever found out about us, or if they were just concerned about Ellen
getting a better education. In any event, I had no choice but to go to the train station
with her and watch her board the train and leave. That was the most awful day of my
life. I had never felt as low or completely lost as I did during the weeks after her
departure.
The next fall, Lilly, the sow, died. I had never tried to make it with her again after Ellen
had left. I knew that it would never be the same, and there was no reason to even try.
But when the pig died, another loss hit me and I was totally downcast. I felt that
everything that had ever given me any pleasure was suddenly leaving me. I was thirteen
years old at the time, and I decided to leave home. I knew there wasn't anything left
there for me.
I took some money from my dad, and got on a train to California. I worked my way
through Los Angeles for a while shining shoes and selling newspapers. I lived for the
next eight years in a boarding house with an old couple. I didn't have any friends, nor
did I try to meet any girls.
On my twenty-first birthday, I left the boarding house and took a bus to Las Vegas.
During the eight long years in the boarding house, I had taught myself how to deal
cards. I was ready to work in Las Vegas, and figured that that would be as good as any
place to settle down. During this period of time, I thought of my sister continually, and
used to masturbate frequently with the image of her writhing naked in the center of the
pen back on the farm. That was the one image I had of her that remained with me
through the years.
I got a job dealing blackjack in a small casino in downtown Las Vegas. The pay was
fair, and within a few weeks I was settled into a nice apartment in the Northern section
of town. I was reasonably happy during this time, even though the images of my sister
continued to haunt me.
One night, when I was working the graveyard shift, a local hooker came into the casino
and sat down at my table. Her name was Rita, and she was one of the small time girls
who worked the downtown area, fearing the competition of the more glamorous girls
up on the strip. I had noticed Rita before. She was short, built and kind of dumpy in a
strange way. Her breasts were large, her face pretty and her hair blonde. I was attracted
to her, although I could never understand why since if I ever sat down to analyze her
looks, there was never much to think about.
Rita was playing with a lot of money that night, and every time she won a hand, she
would look at me and smile. I was making sure that my hands were tipped, and she
understood immediately that I was trying to buy my way between her legs with a little
bit of the casino's money. It was a trick that many of the other dealers employed, but
one that I had never had occasion to use before.
When my shift had ended, Rita was two hundred dollars richer, and much more
receptive. She waited for me outside the casino and thanked me.
"I knew you were on my side, Willie," she said. "I've seen you watching me for weeks."
I mumbled something about her being very attractive. She invited me up to her
apartment for a nightcap.
While we walked the three blocks to Rita's modest little apartment, I began to have the
strange sensation that I had been there before. I don't know exactly what the scientists
call it, but there was this feeling in the pit of my stomach that I had done this one time
before.
Rita mixed a couple of drinks, then excused herself while I sat down on the couch. I
waited for about five minutes, feeling very nervous and getting more and more upset,
when she finally re-appeared. She was wearing a transparent nightgown. Her large, firm
breasts were clearly visible, as was her dark triangle of pubic hair. She really had a
pretty good body, even though she was just a little flabby around the middle.
"Well now..." Rita said as she sat close to me on the sofa. She rested her hand on my
thighs, and as we talked about gambling and Las Vegas, she moved her hand farther
and farther upwards. Finally, she just rested the palm against my penis.
"Nice," she said softly when she felt my dick grow and harden.
"Yeah, well..."
"You act like a virgin or something, Willie," she was half laughing, and I wasn't about
to tell her that she had hit it right on the nose. She unzipped my pants and reached
inside them and grabbed my prick. She struggled to get my rod out, and when she
finally popped it loose, she groaned.
"Nice, and big!" she said, putting her mouth to it and sucking it inside.
I held her head against my lap. She was good, very good, but I wasn't enjoying it. All I
could think about was Ellen's naked body, and the times that she used to take me
inside her mouth like this. Her sweet mouth, the way she moved her tongue around
and sucked me in. I had never experienced anything like that, and with Rita now, it was
nothing. There was no feeling except that which came from memory. The vision of
Ellen laying naked on her side, with her mouth down at my penis was one that even
Rita could not dislodge.
I came in Rita's mouth, and she swallowed it all. She licked me up and down, then
licked and sucked on my balls. When I was clean, she sat up and looked me in the eyes.
It must have been obvious that I was someplace else.
"Didn't you like that?" she asked.
I said that I did, and that she was fine and that it had been the best blow job I had ever
had.
"Alright," Rita said, knowing that I didn't mean any of it. "Let's try something else.
After all, you bought me for a whole night."
Rita stood up in front of me and lifted her gown over her head and off. Her large,
melon shaped breasts bounced a little, her brown patch of hair shone beneath the harsh
lights. "Here I am!" she said.
She placed one leg on the couch next to me and arched her belly forward. Her crack
was right there in front of my face, her seething vagina open and exposed. I stared
down into that dark, wet valley and saw only Ellen. Her vagina had been pink and soft,
her bush light and fragrant. But then I thought that if I could enter Rita, like I had so
much wanted to do with Ellen but never could, then maybe I could dispel the image,
erase it completely and forever from my mind.
Rita straddled me, holding my prick up against her belly. She lifted herself and placed
my cock up inside her, then slid easily down on top.
"Ooooo... feels so good. Big, thick and juicy!!!"
I sat there without moving while Rita writhed and twisted on top. Her flesh, her soft,
mealy buttocks against my thighs felt good. But I wasn't involved, I was still back there
someplace in my memory, still far away from the reality of what was happening at the
moment I came inside Rita, and she held me firmly between her thighs until I had
spilled everything into her seething cunt. She seemed flushed and excited, which I
thought odd for a hooker. She moaned and groaned, and rocked a little more on my
pecker, then finally rolled off.
"Is anything the matter?" she asked after a while.
"No, nothing," I lied. I felt desperate. I wanted to get out of that room, to run and jerk
myself off, alone with the memories that had become my only outlet.
"You don't act like everything's alright," Rita said, pulling her nightgown back on.
"Another woman or something?"
"No. It isn't that. You were fine."
But Rita was too sharp to know that something wasn't right. She told me that she had
to get some sleep, and that if I cared to sleep with her that would be fine, but otherwise
I would have to leave. I was grateful for her understanding and left the apartment, with
Rita standing at the door watching me curiously.
I made my way back to my apartment. I was seething with a strange kind of desire, an
urge that I knew I would not be able to stop from controlling me. I took all the money
I had in my dresser, packed a few clothes, and jumped into my car. I drove out of Las
Vegas and into the desert.
Two and a half hours later I was entering the town of Barstow. I didn't really know
where I was going, nor did I care. All that I knew was what was pushing me, and I
guess I was moving purely on instinct.
I drove through the small town and on the outskirts stopped my car out in front of a
small, wooden house. In the rear of the house there was a barn, and a barnyard. The
moon was full that night, and the hot desert wind was blowing softly.
I jumped out of my car and ran around the side of the house towards the barn. I stood
outside the small pen and stared at the fine looking little sow inside. The pig looked
back at me, as though it recognized me.
I was naked within a second, and hopping over the fence into the pen. I took the sow
by the hind legs and lifted it to my erect cock. I entered her easily and without pain.
She seemed to enjoy it as I began pumping hard into her vagina.
Ellen was once again laying naked on the ground next to me with her hands between
her thighs. She was writhing and squirming in sexual pleasure, driving herself to the
brink as she watched me fuck the sow. When I came, I pulled out and spilled my semen
onto the dirt. I fell down onto the ground and waited for Ellen to wrap her legs around
me, but there was nothing but the silent wind and the baleful stare of the sow. I grew
very cold, dressed quickly and ran back to my car.
I started to drive away, but realized that I would never be able to leave that place. Even
though it wasn't complete, even though Ellen wasn't there to catch me when I fell, I
knew I still had to relive the initial part. That, I decided at that moment, would be
enough to keep me going for the rest of my life.
I dropped everything from that night on, found this empty boxcar and have been living
in it since. Each night, I sneak out to the rear of that small farm house, and meet with
the sow. Each night the thing is the same, and each night I come home disappointed
and discouraged because Ellen wasn't there. But the next night I return, thinking deep
inside that one of these nights Ellen will be waiting on the ground to take me between
her naked thighs.


Summary 

According to Freudian thought, the human sexual urge is the strongest, most powerful
force existent within the mind of the human being. Unsatisfied, stifled or repressed, the
sexual drive can be easily transformed into areas far out of line with what is called
'normal behavior'.
In Willie's case, the sexual drive was definitely stifled in early age, a frustration that,
until this time, has caused him to seek sexual outlets in deviant form.
At the beginning, when Willie was experimenting with his sister, and becoming
sexually dependent upon her, his urges and desires were becoming focused in that
direction, and without the benefit of alternatives or replacements. This would have
resulted* in trouble for Willie no matter what his sister's response had been, but the fact
that she stifled his response, and directed it into acts of bestiality, made that
relationship even more harmful. "Every external or internal factor that hinders or
postpones the attainment of the normal sexual aim (such as impotence, the high price
of the sexual object or the danger of the sexual act) will evidently lend support to the
tendency to linger over the preparatory activities and to turn them into new sexual aims
that can take the place of the normal one..
Willie was stopped by his sister; only he was stopped not in the process of foreplay, or
mutual masturbation, but in the act of bestiality. It was here, during the process of
having sexual intercourse with the sow, that Willie became sexually 'fixated'.
We can never really know what Ellen's intentions were when she demanded that Willie
have intercourse with the sow before she would allow him to penetrate her. Whatever
her rationale for this kind of behavior, and most likely it was the result of fear and
shame on her part, she managed to attune her brother's sexual aims and drives to one
act. The reward for that act would be her love, and the promise of her sexuality. But
that reward never came in full, only half of it was given. But the conditioning process
had been completed, and Willie was so completely drawn into that cycle of behavior
that it was impossible for him to extricate himself.
The sow, in this case, represents then more of a fetish than an actual sexual aim.
Eventually, at least to the external observer, the sow would appear to be the sexual
direction which Willie sought. However, after learning the facts behind his mental
conditioning and his strange adventure with his sister, it should become clear that the
sow was a replacement, a lure for future sexual adventures that never materialized.
Thus, the sow was a middle ground, a necessary condition for the accomplishment of
Willie's human sexual direction.
In dealing with other, more normal conditions where a fetish reigns, we see that "... the
situation (with a fetish) only becomes pathological when the longing for the fetish
passes beyond the point of being merely a necessary condition attached to the sexual
object and actually takes the place of the normal aim, and further, when the fetish
becomes detached from a particular individual and becomes the sole sexual object.
Those are the conditions under which mere variations of the sexual instinct pass over
into pathological aberrations." The sow to Willie was a condition upon which further
sexual pleasure, with a woman even though it was his sister, would become possible.
But the fact that his sister denied him this aim produced a meaning within the sow
whereby that animal, and sexual intercourse with it, represented a first step towards
fulfillment of his sexual desire.
That first step was taken, and it slowly became the only step. The fantasizing to which
Willie relates in his confession demonstrates how the mind can function in a situation
like this to destroy the reality and present the victim with a false sense of satisfaction;
one that has replaced a formerly sought after gratification.
Willie was aware of the process which his sexual desire had created, and he did make
an effort to break that process down. However, the mental image which lingered, and
the direction which his desire had taken after many years of solitude and dreaming,
prevented him from succeeding. The response mechanism within him had been so
ingrained, so trained to one particular set of circumstances that it was seemingly
impossible for him to break out. The attempt with Rita, although short-lived and
somewhat impossible even in an easier, less conditioned situation, set Willie back to the
times when his sexual aims and desires were directly focused and at least partially
realized.
Willie's move out of Las Vegas, and to the desert where he would have access to the
sow, and then to his fantasies, thrust him back in time and completed the cycle
whereby the fetish itself became the sole and complete sexual aim. The sow was
partially representative of his moments with Ellen, and Willie was willing to settle for at
least that much.
I believe the real problem here exists within Willie's inability to become fully aware of
his conditioning, and the extent to which that process was ingrained. If that awareness
could be reached, and Willie could be made determined to deal with it, there is a very
good probability that he could fulfill himself sexually and lead a normal life.
That process, I believe, can be changed and re-conditioned through a series of
successful affairs with women. If Willie was able to meet a woman who was willing to
allow him to deviate slightly from the norm, possibility using a technique of mutual
masturbation, then attempt a normal sexual relationship with a wide variety of
experimentation, I believe it would be quite possible for him to achieve a sexual
satisfaction that would startle him in its completeness and rewards.
We are all somewhat subject to the conditioning of our childhoods, and the experiences
and environments encountered during those years. But through examination, and
heightened awareness, it is possible to deal positively with that conditioning and redirect 
the responses into behavioral patterns which are more desirable and more
productive to the individual. Re-programming has always been thought of in terms of
restrictive and confining behavior; a technique which should be used only in totalitarian
states. But there is no reason that this technique, especially in a case like Willie's,
cannot be used to free the responses and allow for pleasure and sexual satisfaction.


Chapter 4

Yvette S. is a twenty-two-year-old professional entertainer. Her field is topless and
bottomless dancing, with a little side work in a massage parlor thrown in. She is very
adept at taking her clothes off, and is always successful with her audience when she
reveals her lush, full figure. Blonde, blue-eyed and tan all over she is the biggest
attraction wherever she plays.
A beautiful woman like Yvette has her choice of men. Her beauty results in offers of
money that would make any high class call girl drool with envy. But Yvette does not
accept these offers. According to the young woman, when she sleeps with a man it is
because she likes him; and thus she strives to maintain an honesty in her relationships.
Bestiality became a part of Yvette's sexual life when she lived with another dancer in a
beach house in Southern California. It was during this period of time that she
underwent a change in her own self-image, a change that ultimately resulted in her
practicing bestiality.
Using a tape recorder, I was able to get Yvette to trace the events which led up to that
change in her sexual appetites, and to describe to me in detail why she went that route.
I first started dancing in the nude when I was eighteen years old. It was something that
did not exactly appeal to me, I mean I was by no means an exhibitionist. But the
actuality of it, the taking off my clothes in front of an audience of men who paid good
money to see me – well, there could have been worse ways to make a living.
The first job I ever had was in a sleazy little club in the North Beach section of San
Francisco. They were the first to go totally nude. I applied there one afternoon and met
the owner. He was an older man, and smoked a huge cigar. He sat behind his desk and
asked me what experience I had had. I told him that I had had none. There was no way
I was going to tell him that I had just walked away from my parents' home in Boise,
Idaho for the exciting life on the Coast. I was eighteen at the time, and I felt that I was
on the verge of a new life, and whatever my past had been was just that – my past. I
wanted to grow and experience things, and I knew that to achieve that I would have to
be willing to engage in anything, no matter how much I would have rejected it back
home.
The guy asked me to take off my clothes. I was prepared for that, but still to have a
man sit behind a desk and just tell me to strip naked was something else. I remember
his eyes as I lifted my sweater over my breasts, and my young, firm tits popped out with
the pink, full nipples hard and erect.
He smiled at me, took a long puff in his cigar and nodded for me to continue.
I was shaking a little as I unzipped my pants and slid them down across my hips. When
I stepped out of them and stood there only in my panties, I knew at least that I would
get the job. His eyes were all over me, and he seemed to like what he saw.
"Okay, the rest... we go all the way here," he said.
I took my panties off. My bush seemed to come alive as the cool air touched the soft
hairs there. I could myself pricking to the occasion. I stood in front of his desk with my
hands at my side, holding in my stomach and pushing out my chest.
"Fine. Just fine," he said. Then he got up from his desk and came over to me. He
walked around my back, looking at my buttocks, and stood at my side and examined
me from that angle. When he was satisfied, he came back to my front and looked me in
the eye.
"There's one little condition... your salary will be two-fifty a week, plus meals and a
room if you want it."
I asked him what the one, little condition was.
He moved his hand up between my thighs and held me firmly. His finger wiggled and
twisted, trying to get inside me. I clenched my legs together as tightly as I could. I was
becoming very disgusted.
"Uh... this... little... condition..." He moaned, his breathing already heavy with his
building passion. I could see the bulge in his pants. At that moment, I knew I either
had a good paying job or I didn't. It was my first time out, I needed the money
desperately, so I decided that I would have to go along. I smiled at him and let my
thighs separate. He grinned broadly as he pushed his finger inside my cunt.
"Three hundred a week, honey." He said, stroking my breast, "I just gave you a raise."
"And I guess I gave you one, too." He laughed at my joke. I put my hands on his groin
and pushed. His meat was hard, pushed up against his belly by his pants. I unzipped
them, and reached inside and pulled out his cock. It was shiny, hard and ready to go.
I guess I wanted to do anything to him but allow him to put it inside me. I would have
blown him, masturbated him... anything but fucked with him. I figured by going a
different route, I could get out of my obligation and satisfy him at the same time.
I undressed my new boss and told him to lay down on the couch. That was the first
massage I had ever given. He rested comfortably on the old couch next to his desk and
smiled up at me. I began to rub his chest, dangling my breasts lightly over his mouth.
"It feels nice, honey," he said. I smiled, then moved my hands down to his belly. I
worked lightly around his groin until he was so excited that he was arching his belly up
towards me, wanting me to take his cock in my hand. I played with him for a long
time, and finally moved my hand up between his thighs and gently pushed against his
balls.
"Ahhhhh..." He was really enjoying the massage, and I believe he would have rather
have had it this way than the normal way.
I touched his penis lightly, and moved the tip of my finger very lightly up the underside
of his prick. He flinched and pulsated as I reached his swollen head. I traced the circle
around his bulbous tip, then pushed gently at his hole. By this time, he was barely able
to keep himself in check.
When I finally grasped his rod firmly, and began whacking him off, he released all the
tensions that had built up inside him. He began thrusting himself hard against me. I
stroked him softly, yet firmly until he finally came all over himself and my hand. I
grabbed a towel and wiped him off. When I had finished, I stood above him. I was still
naked, and his eyes were still roaming all up and down my body.
"That was something else!" he said.
"Thank you. I enjoyed it."
"You did?" he asked incredulously.
"Yes. You've got nice skin..."
Well, after that day my new boss and I became the best of friends. I worked for him
five days a week, gave him a massage maybe three or four times a week, and got paid
very well for my services. It was a perfect setup because I didn't have to sleep with him;
just jack him off when I massaged him. He liked it that way, and showed his
appreciation with little presents and free dinners in the best places in town.
Dancing in the nude also worked out pretty well for me. I didn't have to do anything
that was lewd or dirty. I just walked out onto the stage, dropped my robe and danced to
the music. I didn't have to do any beaver splits or anything like that, so the whole thing
was really quite aesthetic and clean. The men liked me, and usually tried to get me to
sleep with them. But I had decided long before I ever started that I would never sleep
with anyone who I met through my job. That I would get on the outside, where no one
knew what I did.
My boss opened another club down in L.A. when the bottomless thing hit there. He
asked me one day if I wanted to work down there, and it sounded like a good idea. I
had seen all of 'Frisco, and a change of scenery would have done me good. On a
Monday morning I drove down to Santa Monica and started working the next day.
The club was in Hollywood, and ran a small massage parlor behind it. The girls would
get up and dance naked; then throw on a little toga or something, and go back to the
rear section and give massages. I guess it was good business to have the men watch
them in the nude first, because the parlor was never without three or four horny guys
sitting in the waiting room ready to get their rocks off with the girls that had filled their
fantasies for the last hour out there on the stage.
I was expected to work the massage parlor, as well as dance. And for that extra work, I
was to be paid twice what I had been earning before. That was fine with me, because
the only thing that I would ever do with the customers was give them a local; or
masturbate them. No fellatio, no stripping... nothing except take their hard penises in
my hand and jerk them off. Usually, I didn't even have to get the guys hard because
they were that way the moment they walked into the place.
Another dancer named Sue, and myself decided to rent a beach house at Malibu while
we worked the club. Between us, we had enough money to get a fine little, two
bedroom place right in the colony. We had the cove a hundred feet from our door, and
a beach that ran right in front of our patio. It was a great little place, and we were both
excited about spending the summer there.
Sue was a strange, quiet girl who very rarely put her clothes on. She was as natural on
the stage as she was at home. The only time I ever saw her with clothes on was when
she drove into town to go to work. Other than that, she was always naked. But with a
body like hers, I guess anyone would have wanted to flaunt it. She was tall, with black
hair down to her waist. She had been a ballet student at one time, and her thighs and
stomach were well muscled and hard. Her black bush between her legs was always kept
trimmed, and she liked to expose her pink slit. Her breasts were a little small, but nicely
formed and very firm. Living with her during those first few weeks was a real
experience, a complete change in the way I had done things and thought about things
before.
One afternoon, we were both off work for the day, Sue asked me if I wanted to go
sunbathe in the nude. She had developed the practice by laying out on the patio in the
nude. But I had never done it because of the people who walked by our house on the
beach. They would look up on the raised patio and get a nice look at her tan, naked
body. Those same people would mysteriously come back and forth along the same path
twenty times; then, when Sue would come back in the house, they would disappear. I
didn't particularly want to put myself on display like that.
"But not out there. There's a place in the cove that allows nudity, now. We can go
there," Sue explained after I protested about walking around naked.
I agreed to go along with her and see what was happening. We put on our little bikinis,
took a couple of towels and headed for the cove.
The cove was a stretch of beach protected on one side by houses and on the other by a
bank of trees and bushes The beach was secluded, except for the ocean entrance. In
other words, you would have to come directly down the beach and turn into the cove
itself to get there. Sue explained to me that a couple of people had begun sunbathing in
the nude there, and as a way of keeping them off the main public beaches, the sheriffs
decided to let them go ahead and establish their own private nudist park.
When we got to the cove, there were about four couples lounging around in the nude.
The guys were good-looking and well hung. The girls were tanned all over. I liked the
way that looked and decided that I, too, would get a full body tan. That would look
good when I danced.
Sue and I put our blankets down next to the trees and promptly stripped naked. I had
been nude so much of the time when I was dancing that I had lost the ability to get
excited by it. But out here, with the ocean breezes and the seeming danger of it, I got
really turned on by taking my clothes off. It was an entirely different thing, being naked
in the middle of a beach.
T lay down on my back, stretched my legs out and moved my thighs apart. The
afternoon breeze blew gently against my slit, and pricked my pubic hairs until they felt
as though they were charged with electricity. I felt my nipples pucker, and the large
buds grew hard and firm. My whole body seemed to come alive out there, a feeling that
I had not had in a long time.
Sue was laying on her side watching me and smiling. Her small breasts hardly even
dangled, but I could see by her nipples that she was also turned on. "You dig it don't
you?"
"Yeah. It's groovy."
"Wait 'till a couple of guys come up and start trying to make us. Watching them when
they're naked is a trip."
Needless to say, Sue had a strange way of getting her kicks. She was always playing
with people, trying to outrage them with her antics. One night, at the club, she came
onto the stage fully dressed and as much as the crowd of guys tries to make her strip,
wouldn't take off her clothes. When she finished dancing, she disappeared back stage,
then came out stark naked and started serving drinks. That was one of the wildest
nights I had ever seen at the club. Sue had a way of making things happen.
Well, we lay out there in the nude soaking up the sun when two guys came walking up
to us. They were both naked, their dongs hanging down from their bellies. I sat up and
looked at them, feeling turned on by seeing their penises like that Everything was
different out there, from being naked to seeing a naked man.
"Hi. You girls busy?" The taller of the two asked, crouching down in front of me.
"No," Sue replied. Then she lay back and spread her legs very wide. "We're waiting for
a couple of guys to fuck us. Aside from that, not much is happening."
Jim, the shorter guy, laughed loudly. He was growing hard, and in another moment, his
prick was sticking very noticeably out from his belly. He was thick, and long. Sue could
not take her eyes off him. She wet her lips, and sighed. "Yeah," she said, "you guys
might be just what the doctor ordered!"
Al moved close to me and sat down next to me. He asked me if we lived around there
and I told him that we had a small beach house not far away.
"Well," Al said, "why don't we just go on down there and have a little fun?"
Sue by this time was masturbating Jim. He was crouched in front of her, and I could
see her hand moving in and out between his thighs. She was very excited, and her small
breasts were tipped with hard, erect nipples. Her cunt, wide open and fully exposed,
was shining beneath the bright afternoon sun. The juices were really flowing down
there. She wasn't one to get embarrassed about her natural functions.
Sue answered Al while jacking off Jim. She wanted to go back to the house. She wanted
to have an orgy. She said all this while holding firmly onto the large cock that she had
found.
We all dressed quickly and walked, or rather ran, back to the house. Inside the cool
living room, we took off our suits and sat naked on the floor.
We tried talking for a few minutes, but everyone was so damned turned on that
conversation wasn't quite the thing that would do the trick. Jim and Sue were the first.
She would not let go of his penis, and was soon humped across his belly with that large,
meaty cock firmly entrenched in her mouth. Both Al and I watched as she sucked and
kissed him, taking in his length than going down to his balls and sucking them in.
"She really enjoys that, doesn't she?" Al said breathlessly. He had gotten erect watching
her, and he sat there with his large dong sticking up in the air like a flag pole.
"Sue likes to do things... you know, not waste anytime with words or anything like
that."
"That's a neat way to go. The chick is very together about those kinds of things." Al
looked at me, and put his cool hand on my thighs. I shuddered. Even though I had
been spending much of my time dancing naked and masturbating men in the massage
parlor, I rarely had the chance just to have some old fashioned sex myself. And now,
sitting naked with this good-looking guy who was obviously going to make me really
turned me on.
Al moved his hand up between my thighs and rested the side of his palm against my
slit. He pushed gently against my swollen flesh. "Do you want to go into the bedroom?"
I told him that it would be alright if we stayed in the living room. Actually, I was
enjoying the scene. I thought that it was very stimulating to watch Jim and Sue
together.
"Okay," Al said. "We'll stay here..."
He pushed his hand firmly against me. Then, he pushed his finger between my lips and
entered me. I was soaking wet, and he slid inside me easily. I grew dizzy with
excitement as he put two, then three fingers inside me. His hand was firm and
knowledgeable, he knew just where to touch and just how much pressure to exert. I
stared at his cock and grew very intense thinking about what that meaty rod would feel
like between my legs.
I leaned over his belly and blew warm air onto Al's penis. I stabbed at his rib, running
my tongue in small circles around his large, swollen head. As I stabbed at his hole, Al
shuddered.
"Oh yeah... let's go easy... alright?"
We both looked at Jim and Sue. He was between her widespread legs and was humping
her like crazy. They were both slapping at each other, fucking like rabbits.
I turned back to my own business, knowing that Al liked to go at the pace that was
slow and easy. To me, that was the only way. Torture, let the thing grow and grow until
you can't handle it anymore.
I licked Al's hard prick, riding down the ridge and licking him between his balls. I
sucked in his nut, then dropped it back into place and did the same with the other. Al
seemed to really dig that because he had fallen back onto the floor and was arching
himself up towards me.
When I took his dick between my lips and sucked him deeply into my throat, Al
groaned. He held him still for a moment, just using my tongue to create some motion.
Then I began sliding up and down his length, taking him as deeply as I could.
"No... let's fuck!" Al said pushing my head away from his cock.
Al took me and lay me down on the floor. He kneeled above me, then pulled my legs
apart. I arched my belly up towards him, holding his throbbing, hot cock and
anticipating the moment that that steel, burning rod would plunge deeply into my
fertile valley. I was on the verge of coming at that moment, and I couldn't wait.
"C'mon baby, push that thing in me. Get it inside, please!!!"
I held Al as he moved between my legs. His large, swollen head was against my lips. I
stretched my legs outwards as far as possible, opening myself and my juicy cunt all the
way.
"Easy," I moaned as he pushed himself between my lips. I gasped as his bulk came
inside me, one inch at a time. He was thick and very long, and his massive cock felt like
a telephone pole between my legs.
"Ohhhhh... baby... fuck me... fuck me hard!!!"
I could hardly breathe as he started to pump slowly. My entire body was tense with his
bulk inside. I groaned and lifted my legs high onto his back, lifting my cunt up to meet
his prick.
Al began pumping hard into me. I was crying out and screaming as his dick dove and
pushed deep inside my pulsating valley. Then I felt him coming, I dug my nails into his
flesh and pushed myself outwards to meet him. His massive prick throbbed and
pulsated, his hot juices shooting into my dampness.
"Come! Come inside me... !!!"
Al spurted one last time then fell on top of me, breathing hard. His cock was still
between my legs, and I closed my thighs around his hot flesh to keep him there. I
didn't want him to leave. It felt so good to have a man's penis between my legs again. It
had been a long time, and the hot, stiff cock was sorely missed. It was strange that I felt
that way, because everything I did day in and day out was somehow related to sex. But
I realized that everyone else was getting something out of it but me. I was the
entertainer and they were the audience. I wasn't expected to get it on, but just to get
paid and nothing more. Now, with him between my juicy legs, I knew what I had been
missing. For the first time in a long time, sex was not in my mind, but firmly
entrenched between my thighs.
Al and Jim stayed with us for another two weeks. That was the highest sexual intensity
I had ever experienced. It was constant. No one ever got dressed, but walked around
naked for days on end until one of us had to go to work or out to get some food. We
must have made love an average of three times a day.
Then, one afternoon I was getting ready to leave for work. I had dressed and was
getting into my car when I remembered something I had forgotten. I went back into the
house through the kitchen door and heard something coming from my bedroom. It was
a low, kind of moaning sound.
I went to my room and opened the door. What I saw made my stomach turn. Jim and
Al were both on top of Sue, fucking her at the same time. She was writhing beneath the
two guys, with both of their huge pricks buried in her cunt.
"Goddamn!" I yelled. "What the hell is this?!"
No one seemed to hear me. Sue looked up at me and kind of smiled. But that was it,
none of them wanted me to ruin their playtime.
It probably seems odd that discovering that kind of situation made me that angry. After
all, we were all nudists, and had watched each other making it in every way possible.
But that was just watching, and not doing. After that first afternoon, I had made Al and
Jim and Sue agree that we would stay with the one we had been with. I didn't want to
get into a mutual swapping scene, so I had made everyone promise that they would stay
with a regular partner.
But that agreement had been violated, and now I was furious. I never wanted to see any
of them again. I would never be able to stand the thought of Al pushing that prick of
his into my cunt. Everything had been ruined, and there was no way it could ever be
put back together again.
I left for work and decided that when I returned later that night I would move all of my
stuff out. That was the decision I had made when I walked in later that night and found
Sue, dressed, and sitting by herself in front of the television set.
"It just got out of hand, Yvette." Sue said when she saw me.
"Where are the guys?"
"I told them to leave. I told you, it was getting out of hand."
I went into my bedroom and thought about it for a while, then decided to stay. The
thing with Al and Jim had been fine for a while, but I guess all situations like that have
to end sometime. If accepted that and Sue and I were friends again.
About a week after that, Sue came home with a beautiful, full grown Dalmatian dog
named Igor. She was a great fan of the horror movies on the late night television shows.
Anyway, the dog was gorgeous. He was tall and sleek and perfectly spotted with a
combination of brown and black spots. I loved Igor instantly.
In the afternoons, before we went to work, Sue and I would take Igor down to the cove.
We would sunbathe in the nude while Igor romped around chasing seagulls and
generally making a pest of himself with the people. Those were good days; I was
relaxed and getting plenty of sun and just enjoying myself as much as possible.
One afternoon, Sue and I returned to the house after our afternoon on the sand. She
went into her bedroom and emerged a second later in the nude. She lay down on the
couch, with one leg dangling over the edge. She seemed to enjoy exposing herself,
because whenever she sat down she would make sure that her legs were spread. She
used to tell me that the air that drifted up between her thighs made her cunt tickle.
Whatever it was, she always managed to be spread-eagled.
I sat down across from her and started to read a book. But that lasted about two
minutes because at that moment, Igor decided that he was going to eat Sue out. It was
the strangest, most out of place scene I had ever seen. All of a sudden, without any
provocation at all, Igor walked over to Sue, put his long snout between her tanned
thighs and began licking her cunt. Sue just watched him, a half smile on her lips and
didn't do anything to stop him.
"Sue, what are you doing?" I asked.
"I'm not sure," she replied, "but it sure feels good. I mean, his tongue is so fucking big
its incredible... just incredible!"
She was quickly becoming breathless. Igor was really going at it, slopping up her juices
that were now pouring from between her legs.
"Don't Sue! You can't let him do that!" I was nervous, the scene was too weird for my
tastes. I had never seen anything like it.
"Are you kidding? This is the greatest eat job I've ever gotten! Man, this dog is
something else!!!"
Sue was writhing on the couch now, grasping the dog around the neck with her thighs.
She was rubbing her breasts, pinching her nipples and trying to suck on them. I had
never seen her so turned on, even when she had been with Jim it was nothing like this.
I tried to stop it one more time. I wanted to leave the room, get away from watching
the scene. But it was the most fascinating, kind of strangely exciting thing I had ever
seen, and I couldn't tear myself away.
"Ooooo .. . eat me, boy. C'mon, eat your little mother, yeah... !"
Sue had the dog by the head and was pulling his mouth tightly against herself. Her
inner thighs were soaked with her cunt juices. The skin there was shining with the
wetness.
"Oh... oh... oh... !" Sue said over and over again. Her voice was very pitched, and she
began chucking out little sounds that came from deep within her. She threw her pubis
up against the dog, held herself high off the couch for a few seconds, then collapsed
back onto the sofa. Her body was trembling, and her breathing was hoarse.
"Oh... Jesus... that was something... !" She could hardly speak, but kept trying to tell me
what it had been like.
"Sue," I said, half disgusted and half turned on, "we've got to get rid of that animal!"
Sue looked at me with half closed eyes. She had one hand across her breast, and the
other between her widespread legs. "Are you joking?"
"No," I replied. "That's wrong... it's not right. It's a disgusting thing to do!"
"Oh boy, girl. You don't know what you're missing. That was the best thing I ever had.
I mean, his tongue... so warm, so big and so fucking soft!!!"
The way she was talking was turning me on. I had actually been excited watching her
with the dog, but I was too shook up by the strangeness of the situation to allow myself
to realize it. As she continued to talk and tell me about it, I then felt the warmth, the
dampness between my legs and underneath my thin bikini panties.
"You even liked watching it, didn't you?" Sue said, seeing me close my thighs.
I told her that I didn't, and that I felt the act was a perverted one. I got up and left the
room and went into my bedroom. I was very confused about the extent to which I had
been turned on. I lay there on my bed, trying not to think about the dog and what had
gone on with Sue. Yet, as much as I tried to relax and push the image out of my mind,
it kept returning in a flash.
I tried to forget about the scene with Sue and the dog. But throughout the next couple
of weeks, every time I saw Igor, I looked at him in a different way. That long, warm
nose, that sleek muscled back, and then his sexual organs. Everything about him
became kind of a sexual thing, I couldn't look at him as though he were just a dog
anymore. I started to think that maybe I was going crazy; that I was starting to project
all kinds of things that weren't there. But then, Sue had actually had a sexual act with
him, so it was not out of the realm of reality.
There was something about the dog and Sue that began to get to me even while I was
working. One hot, windy night I was dancing naked in front of an unruly crowd of
guys. They had been drinking a lot of beer and were hurling insult after insult at me. I
mean, they were damned offensive.
I stood on the stage, my nudity the object of everyone's attention, and tried to act sexy.
But when I looked down into the smoke filled room, I got very disgusted. It was as
though there was nothing but a bunch of seething, horny animals out there ready to eat
me alive.
In a gesture of the contempt that I felt at that moment, I sat down on the edge of the
stage, dangling my legs over the edge and down into the audience. Smiling and
watching all the heads turn towards me, I spread my legs wide and put my hand on my
cunt. I spread my lips, pushed my belly out towards the hungry eyes and inserted my
finger up inside myself. The men roared, the manager jumped to his feet and waved at
me to stop from the rear of the room. But I kept masturbating. My fingers were wet,
and my cunt was shiny and pink. I took out my fingers and licked them slowly, sucking
in the wet flesh and running my tongue in small circles around them. I lay back on the
stage and really went at it, raising my knees and dropping them to the sides. Then,
suddenly, when everyone was completely tied into what I was doing, I stood up, turned
around and walked off the small stage.
The manager came running back into my dressing room, screaming and waving his
hands like a madman. "What the hell was that all about?" he shouted angrily. "There
could have been cops out there, you dumb bitch!!!"
I was, by that time fully dressed. I turned to him and told him that I needed the rest of
the night off.
"No! You've got another show!" He said, his face red with anger.
"Shove off!" I screamed, then pushed him aside and walked out of the club. All the way
back to the beach I was fuming. My hands were shaking so badly that I could hardly
drive my car. I had never reacted that way before, the explosion I guess had been
building inside for months. It was unexpected and surprised even me. But there it was
and there wasn't much I could do with it.
Sue wasn't home, so I grabbed a bottle of gin and went into my room to watch
television and get totally smashed. About halfway through the bottle, and the late show,
I passed out.
The dream I had that night changed me in a way that no dream ever had before. I
dreamt that I was running naked through a barren desert. It was a full moon, and the
soft, white light of the moon illuminated the emptiness but gave no definition to the
small cactus plants and rocks. I was running from something, but my legs would not
move properly. It was all in slow motion.
I came to a small river bed and fell into the dry sand. Whatever was chasing me was
coming over the small hill behind me, but I could no longer move. I remembered
feeling excited and terrified at the same time.
And then they came, a pack of wild, salivating wolves. They moved with the motion of
graceful deer, and as they leaped over the incline, their eyes shone like headlights. I lay
there paralyzed as the beasts came closer and closer.
The first wolf got to me and began licking me. The next one did the same until all of
them were licking and sucking on my flesh.
My nipples, my cunt were the main targets as the animals sought to lick me into
oblivion. Their tongues were all over me, and deep inside me. I remembered throwing
my hips in the air, my body was out of my control, and giving every bit of myself to
their hungry mouths.
And then suddenly the animals stopped. They stood up in a small circle around me on
their hind legs. Each of them had a human male penis sticking out from the middle of
their bellies. The cocks were huge, massive pink rods that throbbed and pulsated.
I screamed, but the wolves then made their way between my legs and began to line up.
The first two of them lifted my hips, then placed their pricks next to my vagina. In one
powerful push, they both entered me at the same time. Then another wolf entered me
through the anus and he too, began stroking me like a jackhammer.
Twisting and writhing, I tried to get away, but that was impossible. The wolves were
completely devouring me.
Two other wolves then came to my face. They held their huge, flaming pricks in their
hands and forced their way into my mouth. Other wolves began masturbating over my
breasts, rubbing their hot, sticky flesh against my nipples.
I was totally consumed. I couldn't breathe, I couldn't escape. But the excitement was
what was most staggering. I was so completely turned on that my entire body buzzed
like a machine. A strange light began pulsating from my flesh, and I felt as though I
was disintegrating.
Then the wolves began to come. I was being drowned in a wall of white hot semen that
poured from their cocks. I screamed and cried out, but the massive pricks inside my
mouth made the words silent.
I awoke in my bed shaking. I had torn my nightie off during the dream. My hands were
between my thighs and my fingers were inside my vagina. I was beating on my self
wildly, raising my hips high off the bed then dropping down again with a loud thud. I
was terrified, yet at the same time I was more sexually exited than I had ever been in
my entire life.
As I tried to stop myself and calm down, I noticed Igor standing next to the bed
watching me. He had probably been there for a long time, wondering why I was
carrying on like that. His eyes were quiet and calm, his nose wet and shiny. At that
moment, I guess I turned into a bestialist. The only thought in my mind when I saw
that animal standing there was that I wanted him, I wanted him like I had wanted those
wolves in my dream.
"Here boy..." I called. Igor jumped up onto the bed and lay down next to me.
I patted him, then stroked his belly. His cock lay between his legs all curled up. His
balls were shiny and moist. I wanted to suck him down there, but I couldn't. My cunt
was on fire and I needed him to extinguish the fire. I had never been as hot in my
entire life.
"C'mon boy... eat me. C'mon..." I spread my legs and arched my belly. Then I moved
Igor between my thighs and pulled his head down to my fir pie. He nuzzled me,
moving his large, moist nose around and around until he got it between my outer lips. I
had never felt anything as good as when he started licking me. His huge, warm tongue
entered me like a man's penis. There was bulk, but the warm flesh wasn't threatening
like a erect cock. It was soft and lush, a real pleasure.
"Oh yeah, boy. Lick me... get inside me." I pulled his head tightly against myself as I
arched my hips high into the air to give him as much of myself as I could. The dog
began lapping up my juices, moving that huge piece of warm flesh smoothly and evenly
inside me. I cried out and began moaning like crazy as he dug deeper and deeper
inside.
I wrapped my legs around his neck and squeezed hard. I wanted him inside, I wanted
his entire head between my swollen, throbbing lips. His tongue was working like a
magic wand on my cunt, smoothing out the harsh fires that burned there. He was the
tonic I needed.
"Good dog... eat me, eat me!!" I moaned. The animal wouldn't stop. He knew what to
do and how far to go. I threw my arms back over my head and held onto the bed posts,
twisting beneath the face of that dog. He was doing me like no man ever had. He was
continuing to excite me, to raise my level pitch until I thought I would flip out of my
skin.
And then I came. I raised my hips high off the bed, holding my throbbing cunt out as
far as possible while wave after wave shot through me like a charge. Igor seemed to
sense the moment, because he stopped licking and just held his tongue up against me.
"Ooooo... aaaeeeee!!!" I cried as I felt my body melting into one, massive throbbing
flesh. The dog stayed between my legs, and only after I had relaxed and collapsed back
onto the bed did he leave that burning swamp between my legs.
Igor came up to me and lay down on the bed, staring at me with those large, brown
eyes. He seemed happy, and he seemed strangely content. It was the weirdest thing I
had ever experienced. The animal actually seemed more human, more sensitive than the
men who had been watching me that night as I jacked myself off on the stage.
"Good boy," I whispered as I stroked his short, wiry fir. "You ate momma out real nice,
Igor. It was the best..."
Igor rolled onto his back I petted him. His legs were outstretched, and his penis and
balls exposed. I scratched his firm belly, then moved my hand slowly down across his
stomach to his nuts. Igor lay there and watched me as I took his balls into my hand and
began fondling them.
"Oh yeah... I'm going to make you come..." I was speaking to him as though he
understood every word. It seemed to me at the time that he was fully aware of what was
going on.
As I massaged his cock, Igor grew hard. He was fully erect within a moment, and his
bright red prick stood out from his belly like a knobby, little tree.
I took the little pole and moved it around like a gearshift knob, examining it closely. It
was well structured, with that strange knob in the center. His balls were small, but firm
and soft at the same time.
"Want momma to suck you... ?"
I leaned down and placed my lips on his belly. His skin was warm, and I could feel the
excitement as his breathing increased. He was pulsed and hot, and he was waiting. I
licked his furry, soft belly until I reached his cock. I held the hot, sticky thing against
my cheek and rubbed him. Then, I licked him. He did not flinch or jump as I licked
him up one side and down the other. He just lay there, breathing hard and watching
me.
When I took his penis into my mouth, I had the strangest feeling that I had finally
found something that I had been searching for. It was like a feeling deep inside me that
had finally emerged to the surface and was now visible and complete.
I sucked hard on him, stabbing at his cock with my tongue as I moved easily up and
down his prick. It was hot and sticky, and the knob seemed to pulsate with a fiery
energy.
It was then that I decided I wanted him inside me. I moved away from his cock and
pushed myself next to him. I pulled him onto his side, so that his belly was facing mine.
Then, I threw my leg over his back and pushed myself out towards him. I held his prick
and pushed the tip against my cunt. It felt good, I could feel the great heat that
emanated from him. It was the hottest cock I had ever felt in my life.
But I couldn't get him inside me. There was no way that we could fuck in that position.
I was getting desperate to have him inside me, and was willing to try anything to get it
there Finally, I realized that a dog must hump the female. I put myself into a picture I
had once seen of two dogs mating, and realized that the male must mount her from the
rear. The idea excited me, and soon I was on all fours, my legs spread and my mound
hanging down from between them with the juices flowing.
"C'mon boy... hump your momma. C'mon!!!"
Igor seemed to know what to do. He placed his paws on my lower back and pushed his
belly up against my buttocks. I could feel his hot staff as he tried to enter me. I reached
down behind myself and directed the throbbing rod into my hole. As soon as he
entered, he moved his paws high onto my back and began pumping me like a machine.
I had never been fucked with such an intense and forceful energy in my entire life. That
animal really knew how to use his cock.
I came moments later, and fell forward onto the bed with Igor still ramming me from
behind. His prick then exploded in a massive throb as he shot his creamy juice up
inside me. I held onto the edge of the bed as he shot and shot, then finally stopped.
He couldn't pull out of me because of the knob. I had to wait a moment until both he
and I relaxed before we could free ourselves. Finally, he pulled out, rolled over onto the
bed and went to sleep. I lay there on my back, watching him breathe evenly and with
great satisfaction. I couldn't sleep at all because I was too excited. I had just completed
the most exciting and unusual sexual experience of my life; and I was wide awake. The
adrenalin was still flowing.
I didn't return to my job after that night, but stayed at home with Igor. I had some
money saved, and there was nothing I would have rather done than stay home everyday
and play with my dog.
Sue began to notice the change in me, and finally I told her what I had been doing.
"You're crazy! You know you can't go through life like that!"
"But you did it, didn't you?" I argued.
"Yeah. Only that was one time. No more after that. I was afraid I would end like you
have."
Sue stood there, stark naked in the middle of the kitchen with her hands on her hips as
though she were bawling out a little child. I guess she really thought I had gone crazy
when I started laughing. It was really pretty funny.
"You're the one making it with a fucking dog! I should be the one laughing!" She was
furious, and very concerned about my relationship with Igor. To this day, I don't really
know if she was just jealous, or if she really thought the whole thing was a dangerous
perversion. Whatever her response, though, I was determined that I would continue to
make it with the dog. It was a Hell of a lot better than going back to that club and
those men who stared at my body with that look in their eyes.
I thought things were going fine. Igor and I grew very professional with our love
making. That dog would perform any number of tricks, and do them better than most
men I had ever known. I thought I was very happy, and very satisfied. I hadn't left the
house in over three weeks, and had no intention of ever going out again.
Then one night Sue made the move that brought me out of my scene with Igor. She
was definitely worried about me, and decided to take the situation into her own hands,
try to make me see where I had gone wrong and how I could correct it.
I was sitting in the living room watching television with Igor sound asleep at my feet.
Sue walked into the room with this really cute guy named Dick. This may sound silly,
but I hadn't seen a man in over a month, and to have one as good looking as Dick
standing in my living room really gave me a charge.
"Yvette, I'd like you to meet Dick. He and I are going to stay home tonight and watch a
little T.V."
Dick smiled at me, then walked over and sat down next to Sue on the couch. I could
feel them both watching me, and suddenly grew very self-conscious about the dog
laying at my feet.
"How's Igor this evening?" Sue asked.
"Fine. Just fine, Sue."
Dick commented on what a beautiful dog Igor was and how much he reminded him of
a dog he had had when he was a kid.
I said that I thought that was wonderful. Something was happening in that room that
was making me uncomfortable, but I didn't know what it was.
Sue and Dick fell into silence, and I concentrated on the television show. During one of
the commercials, I happened to turn around. Both she and her date had managed to get
all their clothes off and were wrapped firmly in each others arms. Dick was sitting on
the edge of the couch with legs outstretched towards me. Sue had her hand wrapped
around his penis and was massaging him lightly.
For the first time in a long time I grew very, very jealous. His was the first male penis I
had seen in over a month. The pink shiny rod was very appealing to me, and I wanted
it. I wanted to touch it to suck on it, to put it between my legs. But he was Sue's date,
and there was nothing I could do. When I looked down and saw Igor laying there with
those soulful, baleful eyes, I almost cried. It was as though I had suddenly awakened
from a long and strange dream. There was no way in the world that I was going to
make it with that dog that night.
I left the room and went into my bedroom. I made poor Igor sleep outside. I'm sure he
resented that, but there was nothing else I could do.
I lay on my bed, thinking about what was going on out in the other room. I could hear
the springs of the couch as they bounced up and down. I could hear Sue moaning,
could see her cunt being torn apart by Dick's massive dong. It was all there, all
happening outside my room, and the only thing that I had to look forward to was my
dog.
Then the noise stopped and there was silence. Outside, the waves crashed against the
pillars. I lay in the darkness, feeling very sorry about everything.
The door of my room opened, and I saw the figure of a man walk towards my bed. It
was Dick. He was naked, and when he bent down to kiss me, I could feel the warm tip
of his penis against my shoulder. He undressed me slowly, then placed himself entirely
between my legs. He entered me easily, and stroked me smoothly. We both came at the
same moment, and we were both satisfied by each others' bodies.
Fro a long moment after we had had our orgasm, I wasn't sure if I had been dreaming.
It was very unreal. I touched him, reached down to his groin and held his penis. It was
no dream, this was certainly the real thing. It had been such a long time in another
world, another level of reality that I could hardly accept the real thing without thinking
that it was some kind of fantasy.
We lay naked in each other's arms for a long while. Suddenly, the door to the room
opened again, and there was Sue. She stood in the doorway, then spoke. "Now, isn't
that a hell of a lot better than dog!"
I laughed and held Dick, my man for the moment, tightly.


Summary 

Yvette's case is different in that the young woman was what might be termed 'a sexually
free' woman from the beginning. She danced in nude and had no reservations about it.
She gave massages and participated freely in masturbation of her customers. The one
real, and eventually threatening reservation which she did have, was the one which
would not allow her to engage in sexual contact with any men whom she had met while
working. In doing this, she attempted to establish an honesty that was very difficult to
handle and maintain.
In seeking to keep herself free of professional sexual practices, Yvette underwent a
major change in her attitude towards her work. Instead of becoming freer because she
was willing to show her naked body to men, she found it necessary to sublimate her
own desires and her own possible attractions to members of the opposite sex. "In the
case of sublimation, there is no change in the direction of the drive; the drive is taken
over by the ego and merely diverted to a different goal." Thus, Yvette found herself
appearing nightly in front of men, naked and sexually appealing, yet unable to have a
relationship with any of those men. She, because of her ego-control, and obviously
because of some sense of shame in respect to what she did for a living, kept her promise
and accomplished the feat of redirecting her sexual goals to another level.
Living with Sue at the beach allowed Yvette to experience a relief from her self-imposed
morality. The afternoon when she lay naked with her girlfriend, and the two girls were
approached by the two men, allowed Yvette to emerge from her confinement and
experience a normal, positive relationship. The fact that she was nude did not prevent
her from responding; she was engaging in nudity in an entirely different fashion and
environment than she did when she worked.
During the many weeks that followed, Yvette engaged in a normal relationship, and
seemingly enjoyed it very much. Being openly and responsive, she provided her
boyfriend with a willing and fun partner. But, when she discovered the threesome,
involving her boyfriend, she retreated back into a professional, almost puritan manner.
She rejected the idea of jealousy, and assumed only a straight, professional attitude
again. This is primarily the reason why she was able to resume her friendly relations
with Sue. Yvette had succeeded in sublimating her natural instincts for jealousy to those
which she had developed as a dancer.
But instincts and anger, emotions and pressures must sometime, someplace find their
outlet. When Yvette was confronted with the experience of watching their Dalmatian
dog performing oral sex upon Sue, she registered this act as a potential release
mechanism for herself. Her dream of the wolves sexually assaulting her provided that
release to the subconscious, with the reality of the dog and Sue providing the trigger
mechanism.
The strange morality of the individual involved here allowed the situation to progress
along very unorthodox lines. Yvette would not seek sexual satisfaction with the men in
the audience, even though she was offered the opportunity many times. Instead, she
transferred her obvious sexual appetite to animals, as a result of the scene with Sue.
This transference resulted in her nightmarish experience in the nightclub. "Ambivalence
in the sense of co-existing reactions of love and hatred is not a biological but a socially
conditioned fact. There is only the ability of the bio psychic apparatus to react to the
outer world in a manner which may – but must not necessarily – become chronic and
which we term ambivalence." Yvette's ambivalence in this sense erupted the night she
walked out of the club. On the one hand, she wanted to love the men in the audience,
and most probably desired sexual intercourse with some of them. But at the same time
she hated them because of the threat they presented to her ego – or, her professional
pride. This duality she could not handle, found it impossible to continue with and ran.
Seeking relief which would bring the two halves together, Yvette turned to the dog. In
this way, she was able to satisfy her sexual desires and to preserve her 'integrity'. After
all, the animal was certainly not a paying customer at the nightclub where she danced.
It was Sue who realized where her roommate was heading, and it was Sue who
provided Yvette with the answer to her dilemma. When Sue gave Yvette her boyfriend,
Yvette responded in a healthy and normal manner. She realized through this act that
having a man was what she had desired all along, and that because of the nature of her
work, she was confusing herself and her own sense of sexuality. This realization was a
terribly important one to her, and one that should restrain her from committing
bestiality again.
Another interesting point which this case dramatizes is that one which concerns the
professional who engages in sexuality to make a living. The question has always been
asked of the woman who gives her body for money, whether it be dancing or in
prostitution, if that woman experiences a depersonalization which makes it impossible
for her to have a normal relationship with a member of the opposite sex. Yvette, in this
case, demonstrated how the mixture of emotions, desires and professional ethics could
confuse the situation in a dramatic fashion, and cause a loss of self-image that might
result in deviant sexual behavior.
In this case, we also confront the illusion verses the reality syndrome. In her profession,
no one would have doubted that Yvette was a frustrated, sexually hungry woman. Any
man watching her dance in the nude would have assumed that she was constantly
satisfied by any number of men. But the reality of the situation was different, or just the
opposite. Beneath her facade was a strangely moral girl, a girl who sought to create two
worlds that would not combat one another. In attempting to do this, she created instead
an almost impossible situation for herself.
Bestiality here was not the result of conditioning from former years, but the result of
Yvette's present and self-imposed conditioning. It is another example of the human
being who attempts, whether out of guilt or a sense of shame, to create a morality
which will be accepted by those who judge morality. Yvette was judging herself using
dictates from outside her own consciousness, and because of that, eliminated
heterosexual love and replaced it with bestiality. Obviously, the 'instinct' to morality
was not sufficient to prevent her from having sex with an animal – although it did
prevent her from having sex with men who came to the club.


Conclusion 

In this volume, I have presented a number of cases involving sexual relationships
between animals and humans. There is no doubt that this form of behavior is 'deviant',
that is, that it is outside the normal realm of sexual behavior. But within this context of
deviancy exists many levels, many structures which cannot be slotted into one small
category of perverse and sick behavior.
It has been the custom of society and civilization to relegate any behavior which does
not fit into the general patterns established by the ruling classes as 'abnormal'. With
this association comes the wrath and condemnation of that society, and the resulting
punishment which may take the form of actual imprisonment or corporeal punishment,
or as is common when taboos and moral ethics have been violated, feelings of intense
and negative guilt.
Bestiality has normally been considered sick behavior. Persons who practiced it were
defined as moral degenerates, without the intelligence or moral strength to prevent
themselves from such horrible and inhuman acts. But, as researchers and social
scientists have discovered, the practitioners of bestiality, as with the practitioners of all
activities human, do not readily fall into a simple and definitive category. Instead, they
come from all walks of life, from all levels of intelligence and from all types of social
structures. In other words, those 'people' who practice, or have practiced bestiality are
human beings.
The cases presented within this volume were chosen for their diversity and their
example. None of them may be relegated to a category, or to a massive data program
for that group of people. Instead, they must all be adjudged on their individual
circumstances and conditions.
In dealing with the personalities in this book, we find some general aspects of the
human condition that prevail. First among these is the sexual drive. "The fact of the
existence of sexual needs in human beings and animals is expressed in biology by the
assumption of a 'sexual instinct", on the analogy of the instinct of nutrition, that is of
hunger." No doubt the sexual needs within the animals and humans of the world is
great. It is the foundation upon which so much of our behavior and activity is built. Its
successful realisation can mean a happy and fulfilling life; while its defeat and
repression can result in misery and torment. Once we accept the basic fact that this
powerful force exists within all of us, we can then begin to relate to those who have
transfigured that drive and moved into areas of sexual behavior which we may find
abnormal, or even repugnant.
In the first chapter of this book we witnessed the plight of a young, beautiful woman
who sought to discover her instinctual potential by leaving the repressive confines of
society. She moved through a spectrum of society which promoted those instincts, and
she felt, allowed them to develop freely. But as a result of this sometimes dangerous
route, she found herself within the arena of bestiality, having intercourse with a
German shepherd dog. I think that this case represents the inherent dangers of a
society that has for so long been inundated with repressive sexual edicts. The members
of that society who seek to free their instinct must travel far outside the realms of that
society, and thus face the danger of losing their perspective on their own situation and
sexual needs.
The second chapter demonstrated in much the same way this condition. The housewife,
seeking her own sexual freedom and her own new self-image, lost sight of herself as a
woman and a human being. Instead, she allowed her instinct to roam freely, to the
point where she committed acts which normally she would have never considered. But
then again, society does not train or educate its members towards a goal of free sexual
expression, and because of that it creates a chancy and dangerous situation when its
members seek to find that expression themselves – without the prior knowledge that
might have made that education more within the realms of natural and reasonable
behavior.
The case of the man who associated a sow with his sister represents a different kind of
conditioning process. In this case, he was strapped with the fetish syndrome, and
unable to break out. Because of this, bestiality was not really a primary goal, or even
within itself the source of satisfaction. Instead, it became a vehicle for his imagination –
a structured motivational practice which fired his imagination.
The final chapter involved the plight of the young girl who worked as a nude dancer.
This case, I believe, demonstrates the effect of de-personalization and the ensuing ability
to encompass attitudes and actions which normally the personality would not accept.
Once again, in each case there was the presence of the sexual drive – that desire that
became transformed and eventually led the individuals into practices of bestiality. That
desire, present within each of the people, soon overcame all moral, religious and ethical
considerations. The force of this desire, the ability of it to change and alter the human
being, cannot be denied and must be accepted openly and freely by our society as a
viable and continuing force within the human condition.
Those individuals who become, at some time during their lifetimes, victims of
institutionalized thought and morality, are the real victims of societies' inability to
accept completely the sexual urge, and the energies and desires that result from that
drive.
We have seen in this volume how suppression of that urge, how the alteration of that
urge can result in abnormal behavior and altered psychic responses. In these individual
cases, there is the expression of that change and the implications that that eventuality
can cause.
Observers of society, and its functions, have concluded that a majority of the time,
institutions seek to suppress or control the sexual instinct as a means of controlling the
behavior of its members. If that society is sound and well-organized, there may never
develop the strong urge to "break' out of that behavioral pattern and seek the
expression of the instinct. But, if that society fails to accomplish its 'idealistic goals',
then there arises the situation where its members begin to strive for experience and
satisfaction based on an individualistic foundation rather than a group one.
In this environment, then, those who have been subjected to the controlling
mechanisms of that society suddenly emerge from within the institutions finding
themselves unprepared for the new freedom of exercising their rights as human beings.
Satisfaction, in the sexual sense, then becomes a desperate and undefined goal, creating
chaos and havoc amongst those who seek it. Traditions break down, morality becomes a
nonsense noun which does not apply, and people find themselves torn between the
actuality of their freedom and the old conditioning which still exists within them. This,
then creates a climate where sexual deviation, and obsessive guilt patterns and negative
behavior reign.
We must come to understand where the roots of this progression lie in order to make
the proper advances which will, hopefully, eliminate the problem. "... the sexual
problem is... in society. The flow of biological energy of sexual energy, is disturbed in
the overwhelming majority of people. This is the reason why the bio-social mechanism
of society does not function properly or does not function at all. This is why there is
irrational politics, irresponsibility of the masses of people, biopathies, murder and
manslaughter, in brief, the 'emotional plague'." That 'emotional plague' exists
throughout the world, one must look only to the newspapers to discover its presence. It
is possible that the 'sexual revolution' is a start, an attempt to free the natural, positive
responses of people into more productive and sane endeavors. If this is so, then the
attempts to understand behavior of a sexual nature, such as bestiality, must be
promoted and endorsed. In essence, all behavior that is human, all behavior that is the
results of the sexual instinct should be studied and analyzed openly and freely. The
problem should not be allowed to grow while the possible solutions, or at least the
understanding, is censored and restricted.
It is hoped that this volume has added somewhat to the understanding of the human
condition. The many variations of human activity which exist throughout the world
exist because there is a reason, a causal relationship between the actions and the
environments – either internal or external. Through the study and knowledge of these
relationships the eventual development of a saner, more productive world is possible.


THE END


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