PLEASURE PETS: BETWEEN SPREAD THIGHS
By Dr. Harding


General Introduction

Once, even as little as a few years back, bestiality seemed to be much more of a
fantastical kind of thing, rather than a reality. That is, and most earlier casebooks will
prove this, many women might have dreamed of sexual encounters with animals, but
very few actually went through to make the sexual fantasy a complete reality.
Nowadays, with more and more sexual freedom by the second, women are willing to
explore their fantasies.
Mary, nineteen: "It was the cats fucking that started the orgy where I lost my virginity.
Now, it's rare that I can hold that male cat between my legs without coming hard, not
only because he brings back memories of the first fuck, but even more so, because his
fur is soft .and warm."
Linda, eighteen: "After my father raped me, he said that if I thought it was the worst
thing in the world, I was naive. Later, I think he set it up so I would be kidnapped, and
after the three men used me, they started to help the dog mount me."
Hedy, twenty-seven: "After seven years of marriage, sex wasn't the same anymore. I
don't care what anyone says. It's going to get worse. But Harry brought the mastiff into
our marriage, and things have really changed for the better."
Dina, fifteen: "I spied on my teacher for the longest time to try and get something on
her. Little did I know that the Great Dane I would see her walking every night was the
only lover who ever climbed into her bed. I have the photographs to prove that she not
only sucked its cock, but also let it fuck her over and over."


Case History 1

SUBJECT: Mary G
AGE: Nineteen

Interview 1

Mary is a lovely blonde-haired female, at an age where she is still trying to decide if she
thinks of herself as a little girl, or a woman, for both qualities seemed to show right
through during her interviews.
When she came to see me, she couldn't seem to sit still, squirming around in her chair
like an impatient little girl. Arid yet, at times, she seemed to be coming on to me
seductively, like a woman, licking her lips and running her hand up and down her soft,
cream-colored legs.
She was wearing cut-offs, revealing her creamy thighs which were quite shapely, and a
tight T-shirt with no bra, for her nipples were quite prominent through the sheer Tshirt material.
Happily enough, Mary was one of those girls who doesn't seem at all hung-up about
talking, and she started right in the second she was sitting down, unlike many others
who will take about fifteen minutes or so before relaxing.
I guess it's the free spirit in me that lets me talk so freely about myself. Even when I
was younger, I think I had that kind of quality in me.
That's why it's so easy for me to come out and say, "Yes, I do have this kind of thing
for furry, soft animals."
I'm glad you're the Doctor, sir, because if I would tell some of my friends what I just
told you, as bluntly as I put it, they would freak out on me, even the others who
supposedly call themselves free spirits.
I imagine the reason I love soft furry animals, is because I grew up in a house with at
least three cats at all times, sometimes more. My mother was a tender-hearted woman,
who loved animals, and if she would see a street cat and think he needed some kind of
help, she would take him in.
I also come from the school of thought which says a first sexual experience has a great
deal to do with all the other experiences to follow, and I think of myself as the living
proof of that reasoning.
Let me think back a little. I can remember, even at age three, snuggling up with a cat in
bed, holding it close to my naked body, because even then, I liked to sleep with nothing
on. Of course, even with a cat rubbing between my legs, at that age, nothing much
happened, but the furry feeling was nice.
There is nothing in the world as nice as the soft fur of a live animal, and I'm not
talking about fur coats, and shit like that now. I don't think that I could get off on the
feeling of a fur coat rubbing against my pussy, the way I could get off with a warm, live
animal there. I think I'd never be able to relax enough and come to grips with the fact
that the fur coat used to be a live, breathing animal.
I know that one of the first orgasms I ever had, at age thirteen, happened when Danny,
one of the cats we had at the time, was rubbing against my pussy.
Now I'm not saying that was enough to bring me off to an orgasm. I can't even
remember what I must have been thinking about at the time, although, I had to be
thinking about some boy or other.
You see, a cat can only take me so far. It's the fur, along with my sexual fantasies, that
really manages to turn me on.
I imagine that I must have been thinking about Dickie, for he was the boy I was going
out with, and although I hadn't let him fuck me, and he wanted to, I had sucked him
off a few times. I started with oral sex at age twelve, not because I, thought I had to do
it to keep a boy, but rather, because I liked it.
I liked the power in a cock, and I especially loved the control that I kind of felt I had
over a boy when his cock was in my mouth. I don't know if you can understand all of
that, but it makes sense to me.
So, I must have been dreaming about Dickie's dick, or something, and how I could feel
it pulsing at the base, right before he would be ready to come, and how I would smell
his male scent getting stronger, near the pubic patch, right before his orgasm.
And Danny was in there with me in bed. Now, there was a reason for the way the cat
rubbed up against me. I don't want you to think the cat had a mind of his own, and
knew about my pussy, and shit like that.
It's just that, at that age, I was the first one in the morning to get up, and all of the cats
would gather around me, because they knew that I was the first one in the kitchen, and
therefore, the one who would feed them.
Danny would walk up and down my bed, rubbing his furry warm body against my
naked body, in the hopes of keeping me up, once he saw my eyes were open.
Sometimes, he would start to lick me, just for even more of a reassurance that I
wouldn't close my eyes and doze off again. I did have a tendency to do that some
mornings when I'd wake a little too early, and think about falling right out again.
But that morning when I was thirteen, I guess I was thinking about Dickie, and I guess
that even made me wet between the legs.
When that happened, my whole body felt very sensitive, and it was such a nice,
sensational feeling.
I remember moving my fingers down to my cunt, and then, I felt Danny.
His soft orange fur was rubbing against my side, and then, he hopped right on top of
my body, my chest, to be specific. I could feel his warm fur rubbing over my budding
tits, and my nipples felt like they were on fire.
Please, Doctor, don't think I'm sick when I tell you what I did next. I think about it
sometimes, and feel kind of sorry for the poor kitty, and happy for myself, because of
the pleasure, of course, and also, because of the fact that the day before, I had cut the
cat's claws.
Otherwise, I'm sure that I would have been a bloody mess.
I mean, I was feeling so good between my legs, and my whole body was feeling a sexual
kind of high, and Danny's warm fur was making my nipples tingle. Slowly, I picked up
my cat and started to push him down between my legs.
I kind of held .him under his front paws, so that the fur of his back was rubbing right
up against my wet pussy lips. I started to hump myself up and down against the animal,
and I could feel him trying to get away. I think the thing he must have hated about it,
besides the fact that I was holding him on his back, was the wetness.
I mean, cats like to lick themselves clean, but if you ever throw water on them, they will
freak out and even start to attack.
Well, my cunt had been nice and wet, and I could feel the way my pussy was spasming
inside, and the juices were running out of me, against my cunt lips, which were rubbing
against the cat's soft back fur.
I kept humping myself up and down against him. The warmth of the live breathing
animal was sending more pleasure waves through my body, and I just started to come
so hard, that I loved it.
It was one of the most incredible feelings in the world. I must have been humping my
cunt up and down against the cat for a good half an hour before I realized how much
time had passed, and how late I would be if I didn't rush.
Now, I honestly can't say how many times I peaked, or if I even peaked at all, but the
sexual pleasure was there, for sure.
I do remember that the fur on Danny's back was soaked, and later that morning, my
mother had asked me about it.
"I was in the bathroom washing, and he was standing right there," I told her. "I guess I
splashed him a little bit too much."
Even so, I think my mother might have known the truth. Come has a whole different
consistency, much different from water. I tried to wipe the come off of Danny's back
after I had come all over him, but he wouldn't let me. All he wanted was his food.
Anyway, that was a minor sexual experience, I want you to know, and it's not the one
that I really think had a predominant influence over me for the rest of my life.
The one that did, turned into a huge orgy.
I was sixteen at the time, and thank God, I had finally reached a stage in my life where
my parents trusted me enough to leave me home alone. Up until that point, whenever
they would go on vacation, they would have an aunt or my grandmother come over and
stay with me, but finally, I told them I could take good care of myself.
Of course, if they ever knew what happened that night, they would have never left me
alone after that, and they did leave me alone for every vacation that they went on after
that time. I guess it was because I cleaned up the house so well.
Now, Danny, the wonderful orange cat, was still around. At the time, we had two other
female cats, who were fixed, so that we wouldn't have to worry about Danny fucking
them and getting them pregnant.
Danny, who we had found in an alley, when he was about two years of age, had never
been fixed. When he would go into his sexual kind of heat, he would sometimes attack
one or the other of the female cats.
I can honestly say that before I even knew about people and how they fucked, I must
have seen cats fucking at least ten times or so, because if it wasn't Danny who we had
in the house, it was some other horny male cat.
Anyway, the first night my parents were away, which was a Friday, I decided to have a
party. It was better to have it a first night, for that way, I thought, I could have the rest
of the week to clean up any mess that might be left.
I had about ten people over, including my boyfriend of the time, Sandy, a cute brown
haired guy who could really eat me well, but wanted more than that. I had been seeing
him for about two months up until that point, and he was dying to fuck me, but I still
didn't know if I was ready.
So, whenever he would ask, and he would start to rub his hard cock bulge through his
pants, I would open his zipper and go down on him. He was still at that age where any
contact made with his cock, by someone else, was .a welcome relief. He told me as
much the first time I sucked him off.
"I've been jerking off so many times, for so many years, that I think a mouth is great. I
still want your cunt, but I think your mouth is super."
Well, I still hadn't let him get my cunt, but he was to get it that night. Because, as I
said, up until that point, whenever he would be horny for me, I would take out his cock
and suck him off, something that I loved.
The party was in full swing. I remember that we had the music down lower than most
of my friends wanted it, just because of the fact that the neighbors might complain, and
I would have hated to have any of them come to the door.
You see, there was much pot and booze. The house smelled like a huge joint, and
people were playing a couple of word games, others were dancing, and best of all, I had
the fireplace going in the living room to give the room a nice atmosphere.
At about nine, my friend Naomi, a lovely redhead who I still keep in touch with,
showed up. She was the last person to come, but her arrival really got the party into full
swing. Because, when I opened the door, there she was, holding a cat-box with a cat in
it. I didn't really know why at first, but I suspected before I even asked her.
"What's that for?" I said to her, as I let her in.
"Our cat went into heat a day ago, and I've been thinking that it would be fun for
Danny to fuck her. I think Danny's colors are so fabulous, that I'd really like to see
what kind of kittens he can turn out from Cat."
Naomi was not one of the most creative or imaginative girls I've known. Cat was the
name of her cat, for no reason other than the fact that she had thought it was cute, and
also, just couldn't come up with a better name.
Now, as I said, I suspected that the cat was in heat, because as soon as she was inside
the front door, holding it, Danny was right there.
Animals, more than human beings, get off on the smell of sex. I mean, that's the thing
that really makes them go. Danny probably smelled the cat in heat from wherever he
had been, so he was right there, rubbing against my leg, and meowing, as if he knew
there was a hot pussy in the house.
"Are you sure you won't mind the kittens?" I asked Naomi, thinking that she would
probably end up naming them Kitten Number One, Kitten Number Two, and so on.
Besides, I knew what a hassle it could be for a person with a lot of kittens.
But she said she wanted her cat to get pregnant. Then, Sandy walked over behind me
and started to pat my ass, gently.
"Come on. Let the cats fuck. I think it'll be fun."
Naomi was already opening her cat box and taking out her black cat. As soon as she
put it on the floor, Danny moved his little face to the cat's pussy. This Cat of Naomi's
had never been fucked before, and as she felt the nose near her cunt, she kept turning
around in circles, and Danny kept moving with her.
She seemed to like it but then, she ran across the room, right in the middle of the living
room. Danny, who I guess had learned his ways from fucking cats in alleys, ran right to
her while she stood in front of the fireplace.
I don't know if you've ever seen cats fucking, but it's quite amazing.
The male jumps on the female's backhand bites into her neck, to hold her down. He
enters her good and hard, and you can see his little ass humping up and down as he
drives his dick into the female, because he knows he has to do it fast.
As with most animals, except for humans, so it seems, the female is really the more
dominant of the two, and the male is quite aware of it. He knows that he has to fuck
the female fast, and then get the hell away as soon as possible, or else, she'll attack right
back after he's come.
Well, Danny was a fast fuck, something that we all sat around joking about. Because,
you see, at the time, it was the highlight of the party.
It was happening right in the middle of the living room, and Cat was meowing loud,
almost in protest, so anyone who hadn't seen Danny jump her and first start, was soon
looking at the two cats, even in the middle of their fucking.
Danny's teeth were in Cat's neck, and he was humping her fast.
Soon, he had come, and he pulled off and made a dive for under the couch. She turned
as if she was going to get him, looking fierce, but then, she just rolled over on her back
and started to lick her cunt a little.
And she was purring like a contented woman.
"Would you look at that," Sandy said, as he was sitting next to me on the couch. "The
cat protests while it's going on, but as soon as it's over, you can tell that she loved every
fucking second of it."
"Or every second of fucking," Dave, another guy there, said.
"Yeah. I guess that's the way it is with most women," Peter added. "When I first fucked
Natalie here, she protested, but afterwards, told me how much she loved it."
"See that?" Sandy whispered in my ear, licking me a little bit, too, for he knew how
sensitive I was there. "I bet you would protest at first, but overall, you would love it. In
fact, I'm sure of it."
And I was so high, and his hand was rubbing my breast right through my blouse, and
the heat of his breath in my ear, was really turning me on.
The cats, too, had had such a hot time, and they had gotten everyone into such a horny
mood. You could actually smell the horniness in the air.
When I turned to look at Sandy, as if to tell him that I didn't really want him to fuck
me, he moved his lips to mine, and pushed me back on the sofa. He started to press his
tongue into my mouth, and I was so horny by then, that as he started to unbutton my
blouse, I didn't mind.
I didn't even think about the others there. I had no idea that some of them were
watching, and others, like Peter and Natalie, were going even further than we were
already. I mean, Peter had Natalie's pants and panties off, and he was between her legs,
licking the blonde hairs of her pussy muff.
Soon, Sandy was licking his way down my neck, and that was turning me on more than
the feeling of his tongue in my ear.
He started to lick his way down my body, and I could feel him opening my blouse.
I don't remember a time in my life when I ever wore a bra, and that time was no
different. I just always thought they would be too confining, so when Sandy had my
blouse open, he was looking at my naked tits.
He started to pluck at my pink nipple with one finger, while he moved his lips to my
other hard nipple and started to suck on it.
It was easy to feel that his cock was hard in his pants, because he kept grinding his
groin against me, and it felt sensational.
Soon, I was sliding my hand between our bodies, and starting to open his pants so I
could pull out his cock.
I think that I wanted to suck him, as I recall. I mean, I still kept thinking that I wasn't
sure if I was ready to go all the way. A dick in my pussy would be a big step, and also, I
assumed, a painful one, since I was a virgin.
Sandy started to turn his body around a little bit, and soon, his hard dick was right over
my face. As I opened my mouth to take him in, he started to moan, and he was
opening my pants and I was even lifting my ass up off the couch so he could push my
pants and panties all the way down.
"What a pussy," he moaned, as he moved his lips to my cunt lips and started to lick
them. I had to laugh a little, around his cock.
I mean, in all honesty, I didn't know if he was talking about my pussy cat, or my pussy
which he was licking.
I was getting so hot, and as he kept thrusting his cock in and out of my mouth, I
thought that I could feel him pulsing a little bit, and I started to come. I had already
reached the point in my life, from having sucked a few dicks, where a coming cock
could make me start to come.
It was because I loved the taste, and also loved the fact, or rather, the knowledge, that I
was turning a man on, and making him come.
But that time, Sandy stopped thrusting, and he started to turn his body around, so that
he was soon kissing me on the neck, and rubbing his cock against my cunt lips.
"Oh Sandy, no, please," I said to him, and he smiled.
"Look around you, baby," he whispered in my ear, flicking his tongue at the same time,
because he knew how much that turned me on. "Take a look around."
And as I started to turn my head around and looked at my living room, I couldn't
believe it. Most of my friends were completely naked by then. I think I was one of the
few girls who still had her pants on, for they were still wrapped around my ankles.
Peter was already moving his dick in and out of Natalie's pussy at a nice rate, fucking
her from behind. I could see the way she was leaning forward, on her hands and knees,
and she was moaning so loud.
Jeff, another boy there, started to rub his hard cock against her lips, and I could see the
way he was looking at Peter, who was Nat's boyfriend, as if he wanted to know if it was
all right. Peter smiled.
"If die wants it, then let her take it," he moaned, and when Natalie heard that, she
opened her mouth wide, and moved it right down Jeff's cock shaft, burying her head in
his grown pubic patch, and reaching for his balls, pulling them a little bit closer to her
chin, so they were pressed there.
Then, I looked over, and I could see that even Naomi, who as far as I was concerned,
was the most prudish of my friends, was fucking David.
And when I say she was fucking him, I mean it. He was sitting on a club chair, and she
had his cock in her cunt, and was riding it up and down. I could see her ass moving, up
and down, and each time she lifted herself, I would see part of David's thick dick, and
his balls, nestled comfortably in the chair.
"See," David whispered in my ear. "There's nothing wrong with it."
"I never said there was," I told him, for I never had. "I just don't really know if I'm
ready to do it. Just because all of them are, it doesn't mean...."
And then, we heard this loud screeching sound.
I think that all movement in the room stopped that second, because it sounded like
someone was being brutalized.
We all looked over then, and the mood was suddenly lightened.
Cat, who had been sitting on the floor near the fireplace, ever since getting laid a few
minutes earlier, was still there. She must have, at one point or another, rolled back onto
her stomach, and she had been looking at the fire, hypnotized by it.
Danny had been hiding .under the sofa the whole time, and I guess he had been
watching the female in heat, waiting for another moment so he could pounce on her
again. The screech that we heard was when he jumped out and bit into her neck again.
It was Cat, screaming a second time, because Danny was humping her pussy once
more.
He was going at her like a crazy, eager alley cat, and I was so turned on by the way .it
looked, that I started to come. Of course, I think that I was even remembering that
time when he had been one of the causes of my orgasm, that time when I was thirteen
and I had humped myself against his back fur.
Anyway, I was so entranced, that I hardly even felt it.
But Sandy started to whisper in my ear then, licking me, too.
"See, Mary. See. Everybody is doing it. Every male, female, and cat in the room. And
look how much they're getting into it."
And as he was saying it, he was getting into me, pointing his cock right at my pussy
lips and entering me nice and slowly, all the way, because, as it turned out, I didn't
have my hymen,, which was great for me.


Interview 2

The second time Mary came to see me, she was wearing another T-shirt, and no bra,
but that time, she was wearing a skirt. I was somewhat shocked to see that she had no
panties on underneath.
No, I was not trying to look, but Mary gave me every opportunity to look at her. There
were times when she would pull both legs up under her buttocks, as she sat on the
chair talking, and there was no way that I couldn't help but see up her skirt.
As a matter-of-fact, before she left, at the end of this second and last interview, she
asked me if I liked what I saw, and if I wanted some. I had to tell her that, yes, I did
like what I saw, because she was so beautiful, but that I never do things like that with
my patients.
She didn't seem all that upset, and ended up leaving my office smiling. I believe that
some of her exhibitionistic tendencies come from that first sexual experience, which she
started right in on, since she'd left off in the middle of it.
When I felt Sandy's cock moving deep into my cunt, I loved it. By that time, I had been
so wet, that it was an easy slide.
The best thing of all, though, was the fact that he had not come up against my hymen.
I have no idea how I lost it, but I think the major fear that had been preventing any
boy, from entering me, had been my fear of having my hymen broken. I just heard
from so many friends that it hurt, and I never really liked the idea of pain.
But once he was inside, and I knew I wouldn't feel the pain, I started to moan.
"Oh yeah, Sandy, fuck my pussy," I said to him, and he laughed.
"I don't think it would fit. Anyway, he's having a good time himself."
And as Sandy buried his teeth into my neck, in much the same way that Danny was
burying his teeth into Cat's, I had a chance to look over. Danny was still humping the
Cat's cunt, and he was taking a longer time than usual. She was also not protesting as
much as she had the first time.
I looked over at Natalie. She was moving her hand up and down Jeff's cock shaft as she
moved her mouth there, too, and he was moaning so loud. Then, she pulled her mouth
back just in time for him to come.
She kept her mouth open, but she was jerking his shaft, and I could see the white
cream shooting out, right onto her tongue.
Being a come-lover myself, I started to get so hot watching that, that I could feel my
cunt spasming hard around Sandy's cock. He slowed down inside of me, grinding
himself for a few minutes, so that he wouldn't shoot off right away.
Meanwhile, Peter was fucking Natalie's cunt so nice and fast, from behind, that you
could hear the sound of his groin slapping her buttocks. She was letting out a soft kind
of moan each time that we heard the slap.
Over on the club chair, Naomi was still riding Dave's dick, and I could hear some
heavy muffled moaning coming from that direction. I imagined that he had his mouth
pressed against one of her tits, but since I couldn't see the front of her body, I only had
to imagine something like that.
All over the room, there was sex, sex, sex. Every one of my friends was now naked, and
the whole place had turned into orgy city.
After Natalie made Jeff come on her tongue, she moved her mouth right back to his
cock, taking it all the way down, swallowing his come at the same time. I could hear
him moaning loud again, and a few seconds later, when he pulled back, his dick was
still rock hard, as if he hadn't come.
"Jeff, bring that dick over here," I moaned to him. "Bring it here. I want to suck on it
for a while, too. It looks fantastic."
"It is," Natalie said to me, as she looked over and winked. "You'll love the way it tastes,
Mary. Only I don't think his second load will be as abundant as his first. I couldn't
believe a boy could have so much come in his balls."
Jeff stood up, and as he walked over, his cock was sticking straight out, and it was
bobbing up and down, as well. I could see a few drops of come at the tip, and as he
moved over by my head and started to move his cock to my mouth, I moaned and
licked the come drops away.
Then, he started to fuck my face. It was the first time I could ever say that I had my
face fucked, though I told you I had sucked many a dick in my life, but there is a major
difference. When you suck a dick, you can move your head up and down the shaft at
whatever rate you want to."
But when he was fucking my face, he was towering over me so that his balls were
pressing against my nose, and he was thrusting his cock in and out of my mouth, really
hard, so that his head kept moving into my throat.
I loved it, though, because Sandy's thick hard dick was still working over my cunt,
making me come over and over again.
A few seconds later, I could feel some movement on the couch.
It was not until a little later that I felt feet rubbing against my hips, on either side.
What it turned out to be, or rather, who it turned out to be, was Lily, a hot black-haired
girl. Lily had been going around getting into things here and there, and she stood up so
that while Jeff was fucking my face, he could eat her pussy.
And since Sandy was right behind her, fucking my cunt, he moved his lips to her
buttocks and started to lick them, and even tongued her asshole for a while. I learned
all of this later, mind you.
I couldn't see it at the time, because of Jeff, who was right over my face.
Jeff didn't come in my mouth, I'm sorry to say. Maybe it was because he had come in
Natalie's mouth a few minutes before, and he was really in the mood to come in a cunt.
Or maybe it was just Lily's hot pussy and the fact that the more he ate her, the more
she desired to have a dick in her cunt.
Anyway, whatever it was, after a few minutes, Jeff pulled his dick out of my mouth and
he was soon mounting Lily on the floor, right by the sofa. All I had to do was look to
my left, and I could see his hot, sweaty ass, moving up and down. I slid my hand down
over his buttocks and massaged them.
Sandy had been doing his best to keep from coming, slowing down each time he felt his
cock pulsing too hard, but there reached a point where he just had to come. He started
to fuck me at a nice, fast rate, and I felt his cock pulsing harder and harder.
"Shit, I can't hold back," he moaned in my ear, as he pressed his chest down against my
stiff nipples.
I felt his load shooting deep into me, and he was thrusting even faster and harder for
those last few seconds of the fuck.
His cream felt so hot as it shot into me, that I started to come hard around his cock,
and he was moaning even louder as that happened.
I kissed him hard, and when the kiss was over, and I had time to look, I could see the
way Danny was jumping off of Cat's back, and making a mad dive right under the sofa,
having to jump over Lily and Jeff, because Cat seemed mean again.
That is one thing about cats that I'll never understand. I mean, after the female is
fucked, she acts like she's ready to kill the male, and the male knows enough to get the
fuck away, as fast as possible.
It's only when he's hidden, and she realizes that it's senseless to go after him, that she'll
lay back and purr, as if she was more content than ever before. It's almost as if she
doesn't want the male to know how much he pleased her.
Well, us female humans at the party were not like that at all. We kept moaning and
rubbing the males who were fucking us, telling them how much we loved it. I know
that Lily was doing it, because I could look over and see her. When we would make eye
contact, she would wink at me.
And I was rubbing Sandy's back, and telling him what a hot fuck he had been.
We all laughed the second time that Danny made a dive under the couch, and I
remember that we all laughed even louder when Cat just started to purr once more.
Some of the boys at the party made jokes about her hot pussy.
When Sandy pulled out of me, after he had come, he was limp. He stood up to go to
the bathroom, and I figured that I might as well see what else was going on. David was
moaning even louder, and I sensed he was about to fill Naomi. I moved right between
his legs and started to lick his balls.
They tasted great, and later, as he was coming and his shaft looked wetter than ever,
because it was coated with his own come, and Naomi's cream, I licked that, and I really
loved the way it tasted.
I have no idea how many different people I was with that night, but I know that I
touched every single cock there, either holding them in my hands, or licking them for a
while, or even letting them fuck me.
Peter, you see, had a hot-looking dick, and after he had come in Natalie, and had been
resting for a while, I wanted to feel him in my cunt. I lay back and spread my legs to let
him know that I wanted him, and he was more than willing to service me. He got on
his knees between my legs and rammed his cock into me.
It was sensational. The whole room, by that time, no longer smelled of pot,
predominantly.
I mean, there was still a lot of grass being smoked, but the main smell in the room was
that of hot sex.
The third time that Danny attacked Cat, was the hottest of all. I don't remember exactly
when he got her, but once more, that stupid bitch Cat was just sitting in front of the
fireplace, as if she was really waiting for him.
And when he was fucking her, she started to scream again. By that time, Peter had
already come in my cunt, and I was sucking on his dick, just to drain him completely
dry and see if I could make him hard again.
It was not until I heard Danny screaming, that I pulled my mouth away. That fucking
cat of Naomi's had really managed to turn around and scratch at him. He pulled away
fast, and she got him again.
Danny ran right over to me, as if he knew I would protect him.
Cat never really ran all the way over herself. Once he was away from her, she rolled
over and started to purr, being the contented bitch that she was.
She had almost ripped my cat's eye out, but luckily, she hadn't had a good enough
chance. There was the slightest bit of blood, and I was crying a little bit, and silently
cursing Naomi for even bringing her bitch in heat over.
Of course, once I knew that Danny would be all right, I felt much better.
Besides, I had to think of it this way. If Naomi had not brought her cat over, I doubt
there ever would have been this orgy. Remember, it was the two cats fucking for the
entertainment of everyone, that had started us all talking about fucking, and it had
gotten us all horny enough so that we started our orgy.
But I'll never forget what happened after Danny was in my lap.
I was holding him real tight, comforting him, because I didn't want to let him go. I
knew that his cat-like instincts would make him move back toward that bitch in heat,
so he could fuck her again.
I remember feeling something rubbing against my leg. It was small and warm and
moist. It was, in fact, my cat's dick. He hadn't had a chance to come in Cat a third time
because, obviously, he had not held her down well enough, and she had attacked him
and chased him away before he had a chance to orgasm.
Well, I could soon feel him humping himself up and down against my warm thigh, and
his belly fur was right on my cunt, which was warm and wet, and dripping with two
loads of come that had been shot into me.
I thought about what had happened when I was thirteen. Danny was breathing heavily,
and his fur felt so hot.
I started to come, all over my cat's belly, and then, I felt Danny shooting a small kitty
load of come against my leg.
By that time, I was moaning, and I noticed that every single eye in the room was on
me, including that bitch Cat, who was still purring by the fireplace.
"Well, would you look at that," Sandy said out loud, as he laughed. "The story of a girl
and her cat. You would never think it, but it's so true. She loves her cat more than you
would ever imagine."
I started to laugh, too, and so did everyone else.
And the orgy continued for hours and hours, into the next morning, in fact. Most of
the girls, when they had come over, had told their parents that they would sleep over at
my place, so no parents called to see what was going down.
Everyone was going down, I'll be honest and tell you.
Danny fucked Cat about three more times that night, and Cat did get pregnant and
have an incredibly large litter. Sandy told me that he thought it was because she had
been fucked six times by my cat, but I don't think that had anything to do with it.
Anyway, there was one male kitten that I decided I wanted. He was orange and black, a
perfect cat for Halloween. He looked like the most outrageous cross between the
mother cat and the father cat.
The reason I kept him was because he was a part of Danny, for sure, and Danny had
gotten sick a few weeks before Cat gave birth.
I was so sure that he wouldn't make it, but I was wrong. Anyway, I had already talked
with my mother, because both of us seemed to love Danny, and I was going to go away
to college the next year, and wanted to take him.
She had told me that it was completely out of the question, because she wanted him
around the house. I could understand. He was a fantastic cat, and we both loved him,
but she was the one who had found him.
So, I was able to take Danny II to school with me, because that was as good as taking
Danny.
You see, there was another reason why I wanted a cat with me.
After that orgy, Danny would snuggle up in bed with me almost every night. Some
nights, he would press himself right between my legs, and I kept wondering if this cat
remembered our one orgasmic experience together. I kept thinking that he had to
remember the way he had run to me, so that I could save him from the evil bitch cat
who had clawed at him, because sometime s, it was almost as if we were re-enacting it.
Anyway, there was another reason I loved Danny.
Whenever he would snuggle up against my cunt, I would come, and it was not only
because of his soft fur, but, as I told, you during my first interview, because of the
memories that his snuggling up brought back to mind.
I mean, back when I was thirteen, and I would think about sucking a cock, he would
rub up against me and make me come.
But after that orgy, whenever he would rub up against me, I would think about that
orgy, and how he, my hot Danny cat, had really been the one to get it started. Had he
not attacked Cat and started to fuck her on the floor in front of us all, I don't think
there would have ever been any orgy.
And since I couldn't take him to school, well taking Danny II was really the next best
thing, because he reminded me, personality wise, of Danny.
And also, more than anything else, he was a direct result of that orgy. I mean, Cat had
gotten pregnant and had given birth to Danny II as a result of her being fucked by
Danny, that night.
I was glad to get Danny II at such an early age, also. When he would come into my
room in the mornings, when I was still living home, he would see Danny rubbing
between my legs, and he would get jealous.
So it was easy to train him to do the same thing, and when he was a four month old
kitten, he was already making me come.
Now that I'm still in college, I couldn't be happier having Danny II with me.
There are a lot of guys on campus, and I've had a pretty active sex life, but some of the
guys are so immature, and I'm not willing to fuck all of them that I go out with,
because a lot of them spread word around that you go all the way, and I really don't
want to get that kind of a reputation.
My roommate, Nancy, has a vibrator, although she doesn't want me to know about it. I
know because I've a curious nature, and I went through her drawers once. Also, I heard
her using it one night, when she thought I was sleeping.
Well, I have something even better than a vibrator. I have Danny, who is not only soft
enough to make me come, as he rubs his little body against my cunt, but also, he
sometimes gets into licking me.
By training him at a young age, I got him into getting into licking my cunt lips. Well, I
mean, he got into it himself. I guess. I mean, if he hadn't liked the taste of my pussy
juices, then there would have been no way to get him to lick me, but I imagine he likes
the taste enough, because he likes to do it.
A few weeks back, I was seeing this boy named Donald. Luckily enough, Nancy had
gone home for the weekend, so it was easy for me to sneak Donald into my room the
second time we went out, so that we could fuck.
Anyway, at one point, he was standing up on his knees, while I was moving my mouth
up and down his hard cock shaft.
Danny II had been sitting over to one side, watching us, and he climbed right up onto
the bed and started to rub his hot little body against my cunt lips. Donald didn't notice
any of this right away, because he had his eyes closed.
It was only a little later, when I felt his cock pulsing in my mouth, and I felt his sweet
cream shooting onto my tongue, that I started to moan loud, myself, because Danny II
was making me come hard.
Danny II stayed between my legs, and finally, when Donald pulled out of my mouth,
he looked down at the little cat.
"What the hell is going on?" he asked. "I don't get it. We had a lot of cats at home, and
none of them ever did that to me."
"You don't have a pussy, my dear boy."
"I mean, even rubbing against my cock. I remember that I used to take one of the
female cats and rub her against my hard cock. She seemed to hate it, but at the time, I
didn't care. But your cat is sensational."
"You don't have to tell me about it," I said to him, smiling. "I know that he's great.
He's probably the best cat in the world, except for his father, who's ever better. I'd love
to have his father here."
"So you could get into a threesome?" he asked, and he started to laugh.
But you want to know something, Doctor? It's not as funny as it sounds.
Because the next time I went home, and took Danny II with me, me and Danny and
his son did get into a kind of threesome. I mean, as much of a threesome as you can
expect a girl and her two cats to get into.
Since Danny II is into licking ,my cunt, I had him between my legs. Danny, by that
time, was much older, and rather mellow.
I kept him on my tits, so that he was just sitting there and his warm fur was causing my
nipples to tingle. I hardly had to do a thing. The warmth of the fur of the two cats was
such a turn on, that I loved it, and started to come so hard I don't think that there is
ever going to be a time in my life when I'll be without a cat, because I've just grown to
love them. Recently, I started to think about my mother, and well, even though I'm just
speculating, I sometimes wonder if the reason she loves cats so much is the same reason
that I love them.
But I know that I'm much better off having one around, and I know it for a fact when I
hang out with some of the girls at school.
Sometimes, it seems like all they can talk about is getting laid, because they're so horny
and want to get a dick in them. I'm a dick-lover myself now, I'll be honest and admit,
and I love a good fuck as much as the next girl.
But I'll never have to worry about making myself come, or worry about being too
horny, as long as I have a cat around, especially a cat like Danny II. I mean, if I'm
horny, all I have to do is get undressed, start to play with myself, and inevitably, Danny
will hop right up on the bed and start to rub himself there.
I think that he gets horny when I get horny, and I love it.
It's like having a live-in orgasm machine, but, as I said, some people don't tend to think
of that kind of thing as beg normal. To be honest, I wouldn't want to be friends with
people like that, but, while I'm in school, I kind of have to be friends with them, so I
keep what Danny and I do a secret from most everybody.
Recently, though, this girl down the hall got a female cat. She's been thinking about
having her fixed, and I've been trying to talk her out of it.
I know why, although she doesn't. I can't help but hope that one day, in the dorms, we
have a party, much like the one I had back home when I was sixteen. I'm sure that if
the grass is good, the music right, and the people in the right mood, one female bitch
cat in heat, and another horny male cat, like Danny II, can get the party going in full
swing. I hope so, because I know that I'd love another kitty orgy.


Conclusion

Mary's case, does indeed, prove that a first sexual experience can have much to do with
a person's later sexual experiences. However, hers starts back long before the orgy that
she so vividly described, because the earlier experiences in bed, with her cat, started
things for her.
I've heard of many people who use cats for the same kind of stimulation, but as far as I
know, Mary is the first girl to ever train a cat to lick her and make her come, something
that I wholeheartedly approve of.
I do believe, also, that Mary will have her second orgy, with the cats, because she seems
to want it enough, and all she has to do is keep her friend from having her cat fixed.
When her cat goes into heat, there will be no stopping Danny II.
As I pointed out at the beginning of her second interview, I believe that Mary's
exhibitionist tendencies stem from the orgy where she lost her virginity, although I did
not bother to point it out to her. She seems to be more satisfied and happy than most
girls I've met, and there was no good reason to bring it up and possibly cause her
alarm.


Case History 2

SUBJECT: Denise R.
AGE: Eighteen

Interview 1

Denise is a cute, farm girl, with brown hair which she was wearing in pigtails, the day
that she came to see me.
She was wearing a loose fitting blouse, so I really couldn't get much of an idea of what
kind of figure she had, but she struck me as being a bright, somewhat attractive girl,
overall.
However, Denise had a tendency to giggle at some of the things she was telling me as
the interview proceeded, and I could not, for the life of me, tell if it was just an ignorant
farm way of hers, or, after hearing her story, because she thought she was putting me
on. Please note, then. I do not honestly know if I believe all of the things that the
young girl told me, but her story is interesting, to say the least.
I think that fucking was the first thing I ever learned about, because you see it
happening all the time, when you're raised on a farm and all. My first memory about
any animals fucking was when I saw two horses doing it in the field. I don't even know
how old I was, but I remember my daddy was holding me in his arms, and he stopped
holding me like that when I was about five, not out of lack of love, but because I was
getting heavy.
That's what keeps the world going," he said to me. "That's what keeps this farm
continuin' the way that is has been, little girl, and you always remember that."
Now, although I said those animals were fucking, I didn't know that was what it was
called until much later in life, mind you. After all, that kind of language was not used
around our house, except by my older brother.
Now Richie was someone who introduced me to sex, in a way that even he didn't know
about. He and his friend Jay, .who seemed to always be around our farm, under the
pretension of doing work (because I never saw him lift a finger to do anything) seemed
to talk about nothing more than sex.
Even before I understood what they were talking about, I would hear them talking
about Mary Ellen, and how they would like to get into her pussy, because she was
probably the hottest thing around, and her snatch would be tight.
Most of the times, their talk would lead to their jerking themselves off, and so, at about
age six, I got to see hard cocks. I thought they were kind of menacing looking at the
time, and didn't really think about it in comparison with the horse cock that I had seen
when I had been younger.
I mean, the cock on the horse was just so incredible, but I must admit that Jay's dick
was pretty big, and much bigger than my brother's, which, since the time and I've seen
many more dicks, is just average in size.
One day, though, I remember my mother telling my brother to cut a chicken's head off
because we needed it for dinner, and I followed him and Jay, who was supposed to
help, and in the end, just ended up helping to put the idea into my brother's head.
"You know, a chicken can be fun as hell," he said to my brother.
Richie had enough sense to pick the chicken that was the oldest, and would have been
dying soon, and they were walking toward the chopping block behind the bar.
"How the hell can a chicken be fun?" my brother asked. "Except, when I think about it,
I kinda like watching the body dance around once the head is off. You know, with all
the blood spurting all over the place."
I thought I would be sick, hearing him talk about getting off like that. But Jay seemed
to like the idea, too.
"Ever hear what happens when a person has his head chopped off?" Jay asked my
brother. "Or when they hang someone. Been reading about it myself, and I know that
the ass muscles spasms like crazy."
"Yeah, so a person shits. Is that what you're trying to tell me?"
"Yeah, but also something else. The thing can feel good. Don't you know that when
you fuck a cunt, you're going for something? You're going for the spasms, because the
cunt spasming around your cock feels good."
"I know that, asshole. You think I didn't know that?"
"Then what am I trying to tell you, smartass?" Jay asked him.
"That I don't know," my brother said, and even I was smart enough to figure out what
Jay was trying to suggest.
He wanted my brother to fuck the chicken with his dick just before they was gonna
chop the head off, and he thought it would be a good way to fuck something. Because
once the head would be off, they thought the spasms would be good.
"And you said you like the idea of the blood," Jay told him, as they stood there right in
front of the chopping block.
Now I thought that my brother was really stupid enough to do something like this. I
mean,. Richie just didn't have it in the brain department, if you know what I mean?
But he was smarter than I thought, at that time, because I thought Jay's idea was really
a dumb one, and I thought that if I had a dick, I wouldn't ever want to stick it into
anything as filthy as a chicken.
Richie just held the bird out by the neck, and handed it to Jay.
"If you think it's such a great idea, scumbag, you do it. But I'm not gonna start my
fucking career off by fucking a chicken."
"Well, okay then, I will. As long as you chop off the head."
"Fine," Richie said.
Jay started to rub himself through his pants, while my brother took hold of the chicken
and pushed it down on the block.
I don't know what it was with those two boys, but it never took either one very long to
get a hard-on, and Jay couldn't have been rubbing himself for more than a few seconds
when I could see the stiffness in his overalls.
He opened his zipper and pulled his dick right out of his pants. Then, he started to do
something which I had never seen him do before. He spit onto his hand and started to
wipe his scummy saliva all over his dick. He did it a number of times, and I could tell
that my brother thought it was crazy, too, until Jay said that he was doing it so his cock
would slide in easier.
I could see his dick kinda shining in the sunlight by the time he had gotten himself wet
enough, and he moved behind the chicken.
Shit, I was really surprised about one thing, more than anything else.
I was surprised that all of the workers on the farm didn't come running the second that
Jay rammed his hard cock into that bird's ass, because that thing let out such a sc reach,
even if it did last for only a few seconds. I don't think that I ever heard anything
screaming so loud in my life.
A few seconds later, of course, the bird wasn't making a sound, because it's head had
been chopped right off, and Jay held onto the body.
The thing was wiggling around like crazy. I had seen the chickens doing the, death
dance often enough. By that I mean that I had seen the bodies moving all over the
place after the heads had been cut off.
I always thought it was incredible the way they stayed alive for many, many minutes
after they had lost their heads, unlike other animals.
Well, Jay was moving around, moaning louder than I had ever heard him moan, and I
could see his face turning beet red. And my brother had pulled his own dick out of his
pants, and it was hard.
The blood was spurting from the chicken, but it didn't last too long. Still, there ain't no
way you can convince me that he wasn't getting off on the way the blood was spurting
out. My brother, I mean. He had said earlier that it turned him on, but I had never
thought much of it in the sexual sense.
Anyway, it was something that I'll never forget.
I got to see some of Jay's come shooting out but just the last few drops, because he had
lost hold of the bird, and it had fallen off his dick, but I knew that he had already shot
some come into the chicken.
But my brother started to come soon, and that kinda started a fight.
Because he was just shooting off all over the place, and some of his come just happened
to land on Jay's boot, which pissed Jay off.
However, they laughed about it a little later, after they had wrestled some, and I do
remember that night that I did not want to eat dinner, and no one could understand
why, except maybe Jay, who, like the moocher he was, had invited himself over.
Well, he kept giving me this strange look, and I thought that maybe he knew what I
had seen. Also, if that was the case, he knew what I had heard, much later, because I
tended to hide and follow those two fuckers around a lot.
After they had brought my mother the chicken, they had gone to sit down by the lake
and bullshit, when they were supposed to be milking the cows.
"You know, it's too bad you missed it," Jay said to my brother. "Fucking that chicken
was one of the three best things that's happened to me so far."
"Oh yeah. What are the other two?"
"Playing with my cousin's tits, because she let me, and her nipples got nice and stiff.
And smelling her panties, because she let me."
"You fucking pervert, smelling her panties like that."
"But that chicken was really hot. But you know something. It's still not the real thing,
which is supposed to be so good."
"You mean real pussy? Yeah, well, it is supposed to be."
"I sure as shit wish that I could get me some, real soon, because I feel the need to shoot
it into some hot bitch."
"Well, there isn't anyone around that I can think of."
"Oh yes there is," he said, and he started to smile slyly'.
And then that fucker started to talk about me, and how like, since I was fourteen and
was starting to show some sign of tits, I must have some cunt hair, and must also be a
woman inside. I couldn't believe Richie.
He sat there and listened to the way that fucker talked about me, and I really thought
that my brother was getting interested. I mean, as I listened, I started to think that I
could easily be the victim of a rape.
But then, finally, after Jay had started to talk about how he would stick it into me, and
then my brother would do it second, so that my cunt would already be nice and hot,
my brother started to fight with him again, and they wrestled around.
"That's my sister you're talking about.' I don't do things like that with my sister, and
because I don't do it, you ain't gonna be doing it either, you understand that, you
fucking shit face? You understand that?"
"Yeah," Jay said, although, that night at dinner, when he gave me that sly look, I really
thought he didn't understand my brother, and that he was planning to try and get me
alone at some time, and get me.
I would have kicked his nuts right up through his mouth before I would let him lay a
hand on me, Doctor. I want you to know that.
But luckily, for me, about three days later, my cousin Merry came "to visit us from the
city. I hated that bitch, too.
I think they named her Merry because she always walked around with a huge smile on
her face, even when she was sad. She had long black hair, and beautiful white teeth, but
her attitude was enough to make me sick. The boys loved her, however, and luckily for
them, and maybe for me, too, she loved them right back.


Interview 2

The second time that Denise came to see me, she was dressed in the same clothes that
she had been wearing the first time. I noticed how freshly scrubbed her face seemed to
be, so that her cheeks almost shined.
She brought me a few pictures of the farm that she lived oh, as well as pictures that
were taken when her cousin stayed over, with her cousin and the two boys standing in
front of the house, smiling.
She thought that poses like that were enough to make you sick, and it was obvious
from the hostility she was showing toward the three of them, that she was extremely
jealous, an emotion that I was sure would lead to greater problems with her.
Merry didn't even make them have to go through a night without her. I mean, the first
day that she arrived on the farm, both Jay and Richie were only too eager to take her
bags up to my room, and I sat there with her while she unpacked, and told me a little
bit about herself.
It made me hate her right away. I thought she was a bore, and obviously, she thought
the same thing about me. She seemed to be talking about boys all the time, and she
kept saying how nice and strong looking both of the two boys were.
I laughed, and told her for the amount of work that they did, they sure didn't get any
muscles from it, because they were both lazy.
"There's only one muscle that really counts," was all die said to me, I didn't really know
what that meant, until many years later.
But after she unpacked, she went out to play with the two boys, who ended up taking
her down to the lake, to swim.
Merry was not at all ashamed of stripping in front of them, and I could see her big tits,
with dark nipples, and her thick black cunt patch.
The boys loved it, and I could tell that she loved that. Each time that one of them
would try to touch her tit, though, die would push their hands away, and dap them.
She seemed to love teasing them that way.
They went swimming, and I couldn't see what they were doing with each other under
the water, but from the way they were all huddled together in the water, I sensed that
they were doing something.
And when the two boys stepped out later, their dicks were hard, which was nothing
new to me, since I had seen them both. But she seemed to love the idea of it, even
though she teased them again, and wouldn't touch them.
"I'm not gonna do anything out here," die said. "People can come and watch if they
pass by, and I'm not a girl who likes to put on a show for people. No, I won't do
something like that. I just won't."
They looked really upset, until seconds later, when she said that she would do it, later
that night, in the bam, because that way, no one would know what they were doing.
And I could kinda see the three of them looking at each other in a really evil way at the
dinner table that night, so you can believe that I was the first one in the bam right after
dinner. I climbed right into the hayloft and stayed there for a few hours while I watched
them doing it.
She walked in about fifteen minutes after I had been in, holding a gas lamp.
She only dosed the door a little, then looked around the room. Suddenly, she started to
undress as fast as I had ever seen anyone undressing.
I could see her large tits again, and I could see how dark her cunt bush looked, even
darker than it had looked that day. Of course, the only light to see by was the light
from the fire in the lamp.
A few seconds later, Jay stuck his head in.
"Are you all ready now?" he asked her, and she was laughing.
"You both can come in any time you want to now," she said.
And within seconds, Jay and my brother were in the bam. Both of them started to strip
off their overalls within minutes, and that time, she didn't pull away like she had earlier
in the day.
She let them start to touch her, and she had a cock in each hand, rubbing them against
her thighs, and moaning about how good it was going to be. I. remember she said
something about the way she hadn't had a cock since leaving home at the beginning of
the summer, and how much she was looking forward to having those two.
Well, she lay back, right on the dirt floor, and she spread her legs.
"The one with the bigger cock can fuck me, because I wanna feel it spreading me wide
open. And the one with the smaller dick can fuck my face."
Well, of course, they both knew who she was talking about. I think my brother felt a
little bad, being referred to as the one with the smaller cock. The only thing that makes
me feel that way is because of how Jay just moved his dick right into her pussy and
started to thrust hard, while my brother stood there, not yet moving to her mouth, but
just watching what they were doing.
It wasn't until she said something to him that he moved right over her face and entered
her mouth. I could see the three of them moving, both boys rubbing her body and both
wanting to play with her tits.
Jay was thrusting hard, and I could, hear a fleshy slapping sound. I don't think that he
could have been fucking her for more than a few minutes when he started to moan that
he was coming, and he did.
I'd had heard him moaning when he comes, and I knew that he had to be shooting his
load into her pussy then, at least from the sound of things.
As soon as he had gone limp, she pushed him but, and pulled her mouth away from my
brother's cock, instructing him to enter her cunt.
Now this is the part I like best. My brother entered her, and she started to moan for
him to fuck her harder, and harder.
I could hear his flesh slapping against her more than I had heard Jay's, and I don't
think he could have moved in and out more than three times when he started to moan
aloud, and her expression changed, too.
"Oh shit," I heard her say, as I knew my brother had to be pumping his load into her,
and I know that it confused my brother as much as it confused me.
Until, of course, she started to go on about why she was pissed, "Between the two of
you, two hard cocks, you'd think a girl could have at least one orgasm, but no, not with
you. You two fucked like you've never fucked anyone before, and I didn't even have a
chance to come. And now look at you, both hanging limp. You can't do a thing with a
limp dick."
I saw Jay starting to sneak off somewhere, still naked.
She just kept going on and on, and I felt kind of sorry for the two boys, just because of
the way she was putting them down.
But then, I could hear the sound of horse's hooves, and I saw Jay leading our horse
right over her, at thy same time that she did. Jay was rubbing the horse's dick, and I
could see her getting ready to cream, which probably would have gotten the three of
them into big, fucking trouble.
Well, Jay was jerking this horse's dick, and he started to talk.
"If you don't think that either one of us can fuck you long enough to make you Come,
then maybe you really need a horse-sized dick. Maybe you really need a horse. It might
be the thing to work your pussy over."
I don't think if he ever would have done it to her, anyway. I know that certain people
do fuck horses, because I've seen that.
But he was really just kidding her, and soon, he had been jerking the horse's cock so
well, that the horse started to come.
It was almost, like he was pissing, for there was so much of the cream, and it started to
shoot all over. Merry's naked body. I thought that she might be repulsed by the whole
thing, but instead, she started to rub her hands up and down her body, and I could see
that she was loving it.
She was smearing the come all over herself, and then she started to laugh.
"See, even he can't hold back long enough to keep from coming and he didn't have a
chance to even get into me."
Well, that broke the boys up, also, and soon, the .three of them were rolling in the dirt
and laughing about the whole thing.
Of course, as a little time passed, the boy's started to get their hard-ons back, and soon,
they were fucking her again. That time, my brother got to fuck her cunt first, and she
was just jerking on Jay's dick a little bit, because, as she said, die didn't want to get him
too worked up so that he'd come too soon when he was in her cunt.
My brother fucked her for a long time that night, and he did make her come, or so she
was moaning about it. She kept telling him how good it felt, and every so often, she
would let out a piercing little scream.
Then, Jay fucked her again, while she sucked on my brother's limp cock. But I'll never
forget, more than anything else, the horse's shower of come shooting on her.
I don't even know what turns me on, Doctor, because I've watched them so often and
really felt nothing but hatred, for the boys, and for my cousin, while she was staying.
She would fuck than, by the way, every night.
I do think of going into the horse's stable one night and sitting under him while I jerk
his dick. I don't think I'll ever let it into me, but I would kind of like to feel what a
shower of horse's come is like.


Conclusion

Denise's last few sentences clarify what I felt at the beginning of her second interview.
Her hostility for her brother, and his friend, is so great, that whatever they do she
seems to have scorn for. I only believe that this can lead to terrible things.
After all, she has seen her brother and his friend involved in various sexual activities,
and she seems to hate them all, if, for no other reason, than because of the fact that the
two boys have done it. This includes the encounter with the chicken, but it also
includes the encounter with Merry, which, except for the incident with the horse, was a
normal heterosexual encounter.
Unless Denise can come to grips with her feelings, I think she's going to need a great
deal of help in the future.
Hopefully, she will decide to seek it.


Case History 3

SUBJECT: Dina R.
AGE: Fifteen

Interview 1

Dina is a cute girl with red hair, but I must specify that she is a girl, not only in years,
but in mannerisms, even more so. I cannot remember ever meeting someone as childish
as this young wench was.
When she came to see me, she could not stop laughing. She talked about how she
thought she would never be seeing a shrink at such a young age, and how all of her
friends were getting a kick out of knowing that she was coining to see me.
She has short red hair, and ah incredibly well developed figure for a girl of her age. She
wore jeans and a loose fitting shirt, and looked like almost any teenager you might see
walking down the streets nowadays, except for her incredible lack of maturity, which
most others seem to have.
It worked out the greatest for me and Jerry, my boyfriend, although, we really feel like
we have Miss Gilbert where we want her. I'm kind of glad, to, because it lets me know
that she's not as straight laced as we thought, in fact, it lets me know that she's a real
pervert. Plus, since she seemed to hate me so much anyway, it was one way of getting
around going to her class.
I mean, if that bitch ever hassles me again, I'll tell everyone in the school about what
she does behind closed doors, but not drawn curtains. After all, I tell Jerry, if she had
drawn her curtains, we never would have gotten any pictures of her and her dog.
Anyway, let me start at the beginning.
You might not know it from looking at me, but I'm a lazy fuck, and I don't mean in
the sense of actually fucking. For actually, when it comes to fucking, I'm hot, and I've
been told it many times.
Now you might think that fifteen is a little young for a girl to be fucking around, but
fuck that way of thinking.
I was well developed when I was twelve, and it was a problem. I was the only girl in my
class with tits, and the other girls all hated me. As a result, I became real friendly with
the boys, because they loved me.
I know that they might have loved me for my tits, but what the dif, know what I mean?
I was happy to have them as friends, not only because they liked me, but also, because
it made the girls hate me even more, and since they already hated me, I thought I
wanted them to do it for a reason that worked in my favor.
I lost my virginity at age thirteen, and I know a few girls called me loose.
However, they thought that I lost it to Peter, but they were all wrong, and I'll always
know it. After all, who the fuck wanted to make it with Peter? He was cute and all, but
he was, only thirteen, and I thought that he couldn't know much.
I made it with one of my father's clients. His name was Jim Reynolds, and I went to
visit my father at his office one day when Mr. Reynolds was there. He asked me if I
needed a ride home, and I said sure.
I don't even remember how it had come up, although I knew what he wanted, from the
subtle way in which he was dropping hints.
"A girl as good looking as you, and as mature as you, must have a lot of boyfriends," he
said to me. "You look much older than your age."
"Thanks. I've been told that a lot," I told him.
"And because of that, I would say you are much more mature than other girls your age,
if you know what I mean?"
"No," I said, making it hard.
"Well, I mean, your mind is mature," he said, and I laughed, because I still happen to
think of myself as being very immature, and that was two years back when he said it,
when I was like a real baby. "Arid if your mind is so mature, your body has to be very
mature, too."
"Are you telling me that you want to fuck me?" I finally asked.
I thought, when he stepped on the break accidentally, he was going to go right through
the window. T really threw that sucker for a loop, because I had known from the start
that was what he wanted.
Anyway, he turned to me then, after he had composed himself, and he smiled.
"I could see it being fun," he said to me.
"Well, I could, too. I've been thinking about it, ever since my cunt bush grew in, but I
wasn't too sure who I wanted to be first."
"You mean that you've never done it with anyone yet?" he asked, and I could see how
wide his eyes were getting. I was to be his first virgin, he told me much later on, after
we were already through.
He probably would not have had to tell me, because I seemed to pick up on it just from
the way his eyes lit up when I shook my head.
"Yes, I've never been with anyone, and that's why you have to promise me some things.
First, you have to be gentle. Then, you have to stop if I want you to. And finally, you
have to teach me everything that you know. I've had the chance to lose it, but to boys
my own age. I was waiting for someone with experience."
"Well, you've found him," he said to me. And we drove back to his place. He lived in
Manhattan, in this huge fucking apartment. As we walked up, he told the doorman that
I was his niece, and I had to smile at that and wonder how many nieces he had ever
brought into the building.
Jim asked me, when we were in his apartment, if I would like a. drink, but I didn't
want any, not only because I wasn't into drinking, but because I knew what liquor
could do to you. And this was to be my first time. I wanted to remember it.
Well, he made himself a scotch, and then he sat next to me on the couch. He started to
kiss me gently, licking my ears and all, and his hands moved to my blouse so that he
could cup my breasts through the material.
I loved the way I felt my nipples stiffening, right under his touch, and I started to moan
softly as he plucked at them.
Then, he began to open my blouse, and he was licking my neck, moving his mouth
down to my young tits. I could tell that he was really hot for them, and it turned me on
so much, thinking that I could make a man hot for me.
And he was a man. I can be honest and tell you that I probably wish it would have
been my father who made love to me first, but at least, if it wasn't, it was another man,
and not just a kid my age.
"You get undressed, too," I said to him, as he seemed ready to lick his way down to my
cunt. I wanted to take off my clothes myself, plus, I wanted to see what this man looked
like.
He stood up, and Christ, I have never seen anyone strip as fast as that dude did. He
was really ready for my pussy.
His cock was sticking straight out before I had even taken off my shoes. It was so big,
and I could see how hairy his body was. There was even a hell of a lot of hair on his
ball sack, which hung low between his legs.
After I had bared my cunt, and he saw the light red fuzz there, he started to move
closer to me. He moved his cock toward my mouth, and rubbed it.
"Why don't you suck on the piece of candy?" he asked me.
"Why don't you cut the shit, and quit treating me like a little girl?" I asked.
"But you are a little girl," he said to me.
"But I don't want you calling it candy, or shit like that. It's your fucking dick, so call it
by name. Anyway, I want you to suck my pussy first."
He seemed shocked to hear me talking like that, and I can't tell you how much I loved
shocking the shit out of him. It really turned me on.
But he did follow my instructions, and got right down on his knees between my legs.
He started to lick my cunt gently, and I thought that it felt all right, but I was really
waiting for an intense pleasure flow.
I played with his brown hair, although I wasn't it that much. Soon, my cunt lips had
gotten nice and wet, and they were spreading wide apart to let his tongue into me,
deeper and deeper.
Once he started to eat my clit, I could feel it stiffen, and my pleasure began to flow. It
was a really heavy feeling. He was sucking harder and harder at my juices, and I loved
the way I was spasming.
When he moved his fingers to my nipples, they were hard as a rock. It was the first
time I had ever felt anything like it.
He sucked harder and harder, and I started to come again over the first orgasm. That
was when Jim pulled away, and moved his cock to my cunt.
He started to rub it against my cunt lips, and pushed himself in, just a little bit, so that
the head was past my pussy lips. Then, he grabbed hold of my buttocks and started to
rub them gently.
"Now, I want you to move down on my dick as fast as you can take it, or as slow. I just
don't want it to hurt for you, so if you're starting to stretch too much, then hold off and
wait until you get adjusted to the size."
And sure enough, I started to slide down his dick slowly. I could feel a little bit of pain,
at first, as my cunt walls were being spread wide apart. His cock was pretty thick, and
the head was even thicker, and that was the part that was going into me first, and
leading the way for the shaft.
I had a hymen, and when his cock only went in so far, I was upset.
"What is this?" I asked. "In the films I saw, the cock goes in all the way."
"You've seen porn films?" he asked me.
"Sure. You keep thinking that I'm just a kid. I'm not."
"But you are just a kid," he said to me, until I reminded him that times have changed,
and that thirteen was not a kid anymore.
Anyway, he was nice enough to tell me all about the way a woman is made up, and all
about a woman's protective hymen.
He told me, too, that it was supposed to hurt when it was broken, which really did drag
my head down. I had not thought there would be any pain, but rather, that the pleasure
I had been feeling, from his eating me, would just continue to get more intense.
Well, he said that I could ride his cock up and down, and stimulate my clit for a while,
and then, when I would feel ready, I could ride his cock all the way down the shaft, and
kind of break myself.
I thought it was a super idea. That way, I kept thinking, at least I would be responsible
for my own pain.
I knew that if he had been responsible, I probably could have gotten very pissed off at
him, and maybe even walked out.
Instead, I started to ride his dick up and down, taking him in as far as a girl could with
her hymen skin still intact. I felt the heat of his cock against my clit, and loved the way
that felt.
Soon, I was spasming hard around him, feeling a first minor fuck orgasm, and I just
held onto his shoulders and slid all the way down, wrapping my legs around his
buttocks. At the same time that I peaked, I felt a ripping pain running through my
body, and I just slid all the way down onto his upraised pole, and bit into his shoulder.
I could hear him groan in pain, because, like he had drawn blood in my cunt, I
happened to have bit into his shoulder a little too hard, and there was some 'blood
there when I pulled my head away.
But he knew that I was doing it because I had to release my pent-up energy.
When my pain had subsided, I started to move up and down on his cock, and that was
when he knew it was gone. He kind of lifted both up a little more, so that I was laid
back on the couch, and he started to thrust.
Let me tell you that it was much better when he was thrusting. I didn't really like being
in control at first, because it took too much mental energy. And you can believe that
when I was riding his dick up and down, I felt like I was in control.
But after, as he fucked me, all I had to think about then were my hot pussy spasms, and
whether or not I could come again.
I must have come about three times around his cock before he started to throb in me
and started to shoot his come into me.
And when that happened, I came all over again. He was pressing his hairy chest down
against my tits, and I could hear him moaning so loud, and then, he started to shoot his
come right into my cunt.
I moved myself a little bit underneath him, because he had thrust in deep and had
stopped moving as he was starting to come, and I hadn't liked that too much.
But the feeling was so fabulous, and believe me, it's one I'll never forget.
Anyway, after he had drained his load into me, he pulled back, and we sat and talked
for a little while, while he was resting. He told me how females really do have it better
off because they can just continue.
But a man, with a cock, couldn't. After he would come, his cock would go limp and you
couldn't do much with a limp cock.
I proved him wrong. You see, I knew that oral sex was as big a part of sex as fucking
was, and I wanted to see if I liked the taste of a man. v.
With his cock limp, I knew that I could take the whole thing into my mouth, and at
least see what the cock skin tasted like, which was just what I did.
I sucked his whole cock into my mouth, and felt my nose pressed against his wet cock
patch, which smelled real strong. I must be honest and tell you that the first time I ever
smelled that odor, I hated it, but kept on going.
Now, though, three years later, I do love it.
Anyway, he got so turned on with his cock in my mouth, that he started to get hard
again, and he was still holding my head down.
I didn't like that, and pulled back. Because, you see, when his cock got fully hard the
head of it would be in my throat, and it was making me gag. I reminded him of his
promise not to make me do anything I didn't want to do, and he remembered it and let
me pull my head back.
Then, I just went about licking his hard on and sucking on his balls. I loved the way,
when he stood up, his cock stood straight out, and also bobbed up and down a little bit
as I was licking it.
Also, hearing him moaning the way that he did was a turn-on, because I knew that my
tongue was making him moan.
He wanted to fuck me again, and I did want that, but first, I wanted to taste his come,
and told him as much. He said that he didn't know if he would be able to get it up a
third time, and I laughed.
"I want to taste your come, and then you can fuck me. But, if you can't get it up, baby,
it's your loss. This is the way I want it."
So, he started to jerk off his cock, with the head right between my lips.
When he was ready to come, he started to moan, and told me as much. I started to lick
his cock head, and saw his whole body kind of spasming. He was real sensitive there on
his cock head, especially when his come was shooting out.
And it started to shoot out good and hot, and I loved the taste of it in my mouth the
very first time I had it.
He knew it, too, because as he finished coming, I couldn't believe it. The orgasm hadn't
lasted very long, and there hadn't been all that much come.
Anyway, I wanted more, so I just kept sucking, even after he started to go limp, and by
keeping my mouth around his cock, after he had come, he stayed hard in my mouth so
that he could fuck me, and he did, a second time.
The second time was even hotter than the first, because we didn't have to worry about
my hymen at first. I made him eat me a little, though, before I would let him enter me
a second time, because my cunt had dried up a little, as far as all the juices that had
been in me, went.
Besides, I wanted him to make me want it, like he had the first time.
Now you're sitting there wondering what this all has to do with bestiality, aren't you,
Doctor, and I'll get to it.
It has to do with me, and that leads on to other things.
You see, I honestly believe that if my first sexual experience had not been as hot as it
was, I might not have been so turned on to sex. But since I was, I thought that there
was nothing better in the world. I was also happy to have learned it at such a young
age, because why waste time? I mean, my cunt was physically ready to start taking on
cocks, so why not?
And that's how this whole thing started, really. But you don't know what whole thing
I'm talking about, do you?
You see, I learned then that I loved sex, and wanted it almost all of the time. I started
to fuck around with a lot of boys.
Now I ended up teaching many of the boys how to do things, because most of them
were my own age, and they were all pretty fucked up. All they wanted to do was get
their dicks into my cunt, and come fast.
Everyone who knows about sex knows that it takes a woman a longer time to get
turned on. I didn't want someone using my cunt as a come hole, to just shoot off his
rocks. If a boy was going to get off with me, I was going to get off with him.
And that was why Jerry and I were in the locker room that day.
Wait, I can see that you're still confused.
All right. When I was fifteen, a few months back, I met this boy Jerry at the new junior
' high school I was attending. I liked him right away, because he was one pf the cutest
boys I had ever seen.
He had a car, too, which was fun, but a hassle, because I never got into fucking in a
car, because here's just not enough room to move, I let Jerry fuck me the first time he
wanted to. My head was near the steering wheel, which was the most fucking
unromantic thing I could think of, and he seemed to want to make sure that it would
end fast, in case anyone came by.
Well, he started to pump in and out of me so fast, that he was turned on in seconds,
and he started to come. I was pissed, but that time, I managed to hide it, something I
wouldn't have done with other boy.
It was because I liked Jerry, and I wanted him to like me. I knew that if I yelled at him
he wouldn't like me, but nor was I going to tell him that he had been good with me,
when he had not been.
I told him it had all been too fast, and that he needed lessons. The only place I could
think of doing it, where we could be alone, was in he girl's locker room in the school,
after school hours.
So, now, that was how we ended up in the locker room. He hadn't liked the idea of it
anyway, but I told him it would be okay, and once everyone had left, I waited down
there for him, because I had gym last period.
He came down, and we both started to get undressed. I loved it much better than the
car, because, after having been with Jim the first time, where we were both stripped
naked, and then, having been with boys who would just pull their dicks out and not
strip completely, it was great to get down to flesh again.
I started to take Jerry's dick into my mouth, and I could see how much he loved
looking at me on my knees in front of him.
I moved my mouth up and down his shaft, nice and fast, and I was rubbing his balls at
the same time. It didn't take him long to come, which was the whole idea.
You see, I knew that it would take him a longer time to come the second time, and in
the meanwhile, I could teach him what I wanted him to know about eating my pussy.
Also, while he would eat me, he could get himself hard.
He loved it when I told him that I had planned the whole thing this way, and he started
to move his mouth down on my cunt.
I could feel the way he was working my clit back and forth, as instructed.
I reached for his dick and started to stroke the underside of it. I could feel the way he
was still not hard, but as I was tugging on him, I could feel him getting stiffer and
stiffer in my hand.
I .knew that he was ready when he just licked his way up my body and started to move
his cock right into my cunt.
God, I had to moan out loud, just because I couldn't believe how nice it felt. I started to
come the second he was in me, which had not happened the day before, and I wrapped
my legs around his ass so that my tight cunt spasms wouldn't let him come.
It was just then when we heard the voice.
"And what the hell is going on here? Well, if it isn't Dina," Miss Gilbert said, and I
could see my gym teacher standing there.
She was holding her hands on her hips, dressed in her gym uniform, and she looked
like one mean bitch.
I had always hated her from the first moment when I was in her class. I thought that
she was a sadist of a teacher, because she had us do all kinds of exercises until we were
exhausted, while she just stood in front of the class.
Jerry went limp when he saw her, which was expected, and she made us both get
dressed and then come into her office.
As we sat there, she looked mean and evil. She started to tell us both that we had done
a very bad thing, and that we were going to pay for it. She said that we were both,
going to have to stay late in school from now on, and scrub the fucking gym floor.
I looked at Jerry, and I don't know if we both had the same thoughts then, but I know
what I was blinking. That cunt had gotten something on us, and we would pay for it,
unless, of course, we could get something on her. I never dreamed that the something
on her would be her great dane. Not even on her, but in her.


Interview 2

The second time Dina came to my office, she seemed even more childish in that she
had a huge lollipop with her, and she was sucking on it every so often. I honestly could
not tell if this girl was doing it as a put-on, or if she was for real.
Still, as I listened to her story, I could see a devious, calculating look in her eyes, and
started to think that there is an incredibly evil side to this girl, which, when she grows
older, could easily be her downfall.
That first afternoon, she made us start. We got buckets and brushes and we mopped
the fucking gym floor, while she was in her office doing some kind of work or other.
That fucking cunt wouldn't even let us talk to each other, because, if she had let us, I
think we would have made plans that day.
Instead, when I tried to whisper to him, she would get up, walk outside of her office,
blow her whistle, and yell at us.
So, we would just move apart, and at about five that afternoon, she let us go.
As we walked to Jerry's car, the first thing I had in mind was fucking. I didn't know if
he felt the same way, but since he hadn't had the chance to come in me, but had even
gone limp inside of me, I had been left frustrated. I could have sworn that Miss Gilbert
had purposely kept us late because die knew that I was frustrated.
I told Jerry to drive off somewhere where no one would see us, and as soon as he did, I
opened his pants and pulled his dick out. It was limp, and I couldn't believe how long it
took me to get him hard.
I did, though, and then I started to ride him up and down, because he didn't seem to be
into it the way that he should have been.
I could feel his cock pulsating at one point, and I slowed down.
"What's wrong with you?" I asked, as I moved my hand behind and rubbed his balls.
I rubbed the underside of his cock shaft, too, all the way up to my cunt, where the rest
of his dick was sitting nicely.
"I'm ashamed because of that bitch catching us," he said.
"Well, don't you think that I am? I can't stand her."
"It's not only that. It's just that she looked at you in a strange way, too. Didn't you feel
it when we were in her office?"
"No. How do you mean? What was die doing when she looked at me?"
"I don't know. I just felt it. Almost as if she's a dyke and wants you. Almost as if she
was jealous of me for having been with you."
"Come on," I said. "That sounds crazy."
It really didn't, but the thought of it was turning me off. She could have easily been a
dyke, because of the way she kept her blonde hair cropped short, and just because of
the way her mannerisms were.
She was much more masculine than anything else, but the thought of her doing
anything with me made me want to puke.
I told Jerry not to talk, because I had an idea. Instead, I wanted this orgasm for be good
for both of us, and I leaned down and kissed him on the lips as I started to ride his
hard dick all over again.
I rode him up and down for about twenty minutes before I let him come.
I had come so many times by the time he was shooting into my pussy, and it was so
much better than the fucking of the day before.
Anyway, after we had fucked, and his cock was going limp in me, I started to tell him
what I had been thinking.
"She has something on us. Do you realize that I'm going to be in this school for
another two years? If that cunt thinks I'm gonna wash her floor every day for the next
two years, she has to be crazy."
"She can get us in trouble," he said to me.
"With who? My parents know I fuck around. They would be mad that she caught me,
but they wouldn't be surprised."
"My father would kill me," Jerry said to me. "He would really kill me. He's told me not
to fuck around too much anymore. He said it would lead to trouble. I don't think he
meant this kind of trouble, but rather, pregnancy. Still, I don't want to risk having him
find out."
"Then we have to get something on her. That's all there is to it."
"What do you mean?" he asked.
"She has something on us. She caught us doing something. Therefore, we had to catch
her doing something that she doesn't think anyone knows about. If we can, then we
can tell her we know, and counter-threaten her."
He laughed about it, and thought that it was an insane idea, but then again, I told him,
most ideas that were brilliant had first been thought of as insane, from electricity up
until sending men to the moon.
So the next day, we made up to follow her home.
Of course, we had to scrub the fucking floors first, and each time that she came out to
check on us, I wanted to shove my scrub brush right up her cunt and tell her to stuff it.
I hated her so much.
Anyway, when we were finished, at about four-thirty, we ran out.
We ran right to his car, which I'm sure she had never seen 'before, and we pulled
around back where her car was parked in the teacher's lot. Then, we waited for her to
get into her car and drive home.
You see, up until that point, we didn't even know where she lived.
It turned out that she lived about ten miles from the school, in this modest little house.
It had one bedroom, we learned later, because when she wasn't home, we went inside
and checked the place out.
Well, we parked across the street from her place that afternoon, and just sat. She had
gone inside at about five, and by six, Jerry was bored.
"We'll never get anything on her," he said to me. "This is crazy."
I knew I was going to have to do something to keep him distracted, and so, I moved
my hand to his crotch and started to massage his cock bulge. I could feel the way it was
getting stiffer in a matter of seconds, and loved the way it felt.
Soon, I had pulled him out of his pants, and I was going down on him, telling him to
keep watch while I did other things.
He laughed. I must have been sucking his dick for about five minutes when I felt him
bending over. I thought for sure he was going to want to lick my cunt, which, under
normal circumstances, would have been okay. But the idea, overall, of us being on the
block, was to keep watch on that cunt of a teacher.
"What are you doing?" I asked him. "You're supposed to watch."
"She just came out, with the biggest fucking dog you've ever seen," he said to me.
"She's walking it. I thought she might see me."
I pulled my head away from his dick, and looked up a little bit, just sticking my head
up so I could see, and no higher.
Sure enough, there she was, walking this huge fucking dog. I didn't even know that it
was a Great Dane until much later, when I went home and looked in the encyclopedia
to see what kind of a dog it was.
She seemed to stand so proud and upright as she walked the dog, which was a big male
dog. I knew that when I saw it take a piss on a pump.
Then, after she had walked the dog, she turned and went back into her house.
I went back to sucking off Jerry's dick. He had lost his hard-on, but it didn't take him
too long to get it back.
After sucking him for another few minutes, I felt the way he started to throb in my
mouth. I moaned as I knew he was going to be coming, and soon, he was shooting his
cream right into my throat.
It was fabulous, but after that, there was nothing more to do. He said that he wasn't in
the mood to eat me, so we just watched, until about eight.
Then, when we both concluded that nothing would be happening, he started to drive
me home. As I stepped out of the car, I smiled.
"Same time tomorrow. And this time, bring a camera, all right?"
"What for?" he asked me.
"You never know. Maybe her lesbian lover comes over on Thursdays."
Now in all honesty, I was just assuming something like that, but I could see the way
Jerry's face lit up. I knew I would need to let him think something like that, in order
for him to keep going to her place with me.
And we went, day after day after day.
The days, in fact, turned into weeks. But we had gotten into steady sex patterns while
we would take turns watching her house.
Only one of us had to have his or her head up looking, so the other could be going
down, to pass the time. Jerry developed a fabulous way of eating my cunt. I would just
strip from the waist down, spread my legs, and he would move his mouth between
them.
He learned, over the weeks, just how I loved my cunt sucked and how I loved to have
my clit licked. He knew how to flick it back and forth so fucking well, that I was
usually coming in no time.
But nothing ever happened with that cunt of a teacher, who I was starting to hate more,
just because I felt that even though it was my idea, she was the one responsible for this
thing, which was a waste of time for me and Jerry. I mean, the thing about sitting
across from her house.
I knew I just had to get something on her, but it was hard.
Each night, at about the same time, she would walk her dog, and after that, she would
not come put. She never had anyone coming over, and that started me and Jerry talking
about it one night, when he had gotten some good pot.
We had started to get high in the car as we watched her, and I had made him come
about three times that afternoon, or rather, it was night by then. He had eaten me a few
times, so we were kind of giddy and content.
"I can't believe that cunt," he said to me. "I can't fucking believe it."
"Well, thanks. I knew you loved my pussy, but...."
"Not yours, you bitch," he laughed. "Her. Miss Gilbert. What the fuck kind of existence
does she live? We've been spying on her for months now. She comes to school in the
morning, goes home late now, because she has to have us wash the fucking floors, and
then walks her dog. Doesn't she have a social life?"
"I wonder."
"I mean, no one ever comes to visit her, and no one ever goes out."
"Well, she has her fucking dog to keep her company. Maybe that's all she needs."
"Maybe that's all she gets," he said, and he started to laugh.
"What? I don't get the fucking joke, Jerry.
Fill me in."
"No, it's too ridiculous. I bet I would gross you out."
"No, you wouldn't. Come on and tell me. I want to know."
"I just meant that at first, remember how I thought she was a lesbian? Well, if she is,
we'd never know, because no one ever Comes over, and she never goes anywhere,
except to the supermarket. The only other thing in the house besides her that's alive,
and I even wonder about her, is her dog."
"You don't mean you think that she and her dog...."
"You said it, baby," he laughed, and I started to laugh.
"No, I didn't say it. I'm just kind of picking up on what you meant."
"You know something," he said to me. "Why don't we ever sneak into her yard so we
can look into her bedroom. The room is in the back, you know, and we always sit here
until about eight, and then leave. Maybe she doesn't go to bed until about ten."
So the next day, we didn't follow her home after school. I remember that my mother
was quite surprised to see me for dinner that night, because ever since Jerry and I had
been playing spies, we hadn't been eating at our houses.
I told my mother that I was at school working on a project.
Well, he picked me up at about eight that night, and as we pulled in front of the house,
Miss Gilbert was just going inside with her dog.
We snuck around back, and hid behind some bushes.
Now I can kind of understand why she didn't feel the need to pull down her shades
when she did what we saw her doing. There were these hedges in her back yard that
were really high, so no one could really look over them.
We stayed there for a while, and I remember that I sucked Jerry off once, and he went
down and ate me. It was the first time I had ever come while I was still standing up,
because if I had not been, I couldn't have watched her.
At about ten, die walked into her bedroom.
I tapped Jerry on the head, because our teacher was starting to get undressed.
I knew that he wouldn't want to miss that show, even if nothing happened.
She lay down on her bed, and spread her legs. She had a pretty nice body, which I had
suspected, since she was a gym teacher, and she had light blonde hairs near her cunt.
Her lights in the room were kind of dim, so I couldn't see too closely.
But first, die started to rub her cunt, and I liked that. But it was nothing unusual. I
started to think that we had nothing on her, since I masturbated, and most people
tended to masturbate, as well.
There was no way we were going to get her with that.
But then, the door was pushed open, by her huge Great Dane.
I could see the way she was looking at it, and then, she pulled the dog over by his collar
and pulled his head to her cunt.
The dog started to lap at her, and I saw the way she reached for its dick.
"Get the camera, you asshole," I screamed at Jerry. "Get it, quick. Why the fuck did you
leave it in the car? Get it."
He ran as fast as he could, and he missed some of what happened next. The dog started
to make her come. I could tell because of the way she was thrusting herself up and
down against his tongue, faster and faster.
I wished that I would have had the room bugged, because I have no idea what she was
saying, but I did see her move her lips.
Soon, though, she had pulled the dog up onto the bed. She moved her mouth to the
dog's dick, and started to suck on it. I swear.
Just then, Jerry came back with the camera. He had his photo zoom lens, and he could
get incredibly close pictures.
He got a picture of her sucking on that dog's dick, and the look on her face, which I
didn't see because we were too far back, but saw later in the pictures, was one of sheer
and total ecstasy.
She was moving her mouth up and down that cock fast, and then, she pulled her head
back just as the dog started to come. I could see it splashing onto her chin, and we have
some great shots of her with her mouth open, and some of the come on her tongue and
lips. And it's easy to tell that it's a dog hovering over her face, and not a man.
God, I was kind of shocked, even though we had jokingly talked bout it.
She did have no friends, so it seemed, and her dog was her only companion.
I guess the dog just worked on animal instinct, because after he had come, and he was
no longer aroused, he hopped off the bed.
She lay there still, and kept fingering her pussy with her hot fingers. I could see the way
die managed to get about four of her five fingers in, and perhaps she might have fisted
her own cunt, had the dog not started to sniff again.
But sure enough, there he was, poking around.
That time, when she reached for his cock, . and felt it was hard, Jerry got a shot of her
hand jerking on it.
And then, the best thing of all happened. She got on her hands and knees, near the
edge of the bed so that she was leaning forward against it. She started to pull the dog
behind her, rubbing his cock against her pussy.
Jerry said he only had about three more shots left, which pissed me off. I told him he
was an asshole for not having brought more film, but then I apologized when he
reminded me of all those nights when we'd just sat in the car and nothing happened.
"Besides, giving a dog a blow job is certainly good enough."
"You're right, Jer. I'm sorry. But do make sure that you have at least one close-up of
that dog's dick in her pussy."
The dog entered her good and hard, and his legs were thrown up on her shoulders. I
could see how fast he was moving, in and out of her, and she was moaning so loud, at
least from the way it looked. As I said, we couldn't hear anything, but she had her
mouth open, and the look on her face was sheer pleasure.
I was glad that Jerry took the three pictures fast, in the end.
I should have realized, by the fast rate at' which the dog was moving, that it was not
going to be a long fuck. In fact, it kind of reminded me of how fast and eager Jerry had
been with me, the first time he fucked me.
The dog thrust in for a short while, then pushed himself in. I don't even know at what
moment the dog started to come, but he did, and she was still fingering her pussy from
the front, long after he pulled out.
The next afternoon, we scrubbed the floor, and I was acting really obnoxious toward
her, something that she said I would pay for.
Actually, we had already made up our plans, but since we had gotten home late that
night, Jerry hadn't had a chance to develop the film. We went to his dark room the next
day, after school, and did it.
As each picture materialized before our eyes, we loved it. Especially those where you
could tell it was her for sure, and the dog.
I told Jerry that we could probably make a fortune selling them to magazines, and we
even thought that could be great. But we wanted the pictures for a certain reason, and
knew that we couldn't do that.
I told Jerry to meet me in the locker room the next day after school.
It took her a little while before she came looking for us, and I was surprised that she
waited so long. I mean, Jerry had already eaten me and made me come once, and we
were in the middle of a fuck when she walked in.
That time, when she spoke, Jerry kept right on thrusting. She had walked in at a key
moment, and I could feel how tense his dick was inside of me.
I heard a cracking sound, and saw her smack him on the ass.
"Hey, you bitch, keep your hands to yourself," I said to her. "He's mine, and I don't
want you touching him."
"You two are really in trouble now," she said to us. "I'm going to have to report this to
the principal, and I don't know what he's going to do."
Jerry was moaning loud, and I felt him coming inside of me. He hadn't said anything,
but she was so mad at the fact that he had kept on thrusting, that she pulled at him.
That fucker pulled him out of me before he had a chance to finish coming, and his
cream shot onto my belly. I thought it felt nice, but I was mad, too, because I knew
how much better it felt in my cunt.
"You jealous bitch," I said to Miss Gilbert. "Fucking jealous cunt."
"How dare you talk to me like that," she said.
"I'll talk to you any fucking way I please, from now on. I don't get it, Miss Gilbert, you
fucking bitch. Are you jealous of me and Jerry for some reason? Are you jealous
because I have myself a real man, with a real man's dick, and you just have to be
content with your dog?"
There was silence when I said that, and her jaw dropped open wide.
"I don't know what the hell you're talking about," she said, after managing to recover a
little bit.
"Maybe this will let you know," Jerry said, and he reached into his loose leaf notebook
and pulled out the pictures.
She gasped as she looked at them, then, she tore them all up. I started to laugh as I told
her that we had the negatives, and we could make up thousands of sets of those if we
wanted to, so her tearing those up did no good, except, that she owed us now for the
developing paper.
"We had to spy on you for months for get these," I told her. "I knew that every person
has a flaw. I didn't know that yours was being a dog-lover. But I hope you do
understand that Jerry and I will never wash the floors for you again, and. that now on,
things will be done our way. If not, we show the pictures."
And that cunt did understand. I told her that we wanted to be able to use the locker
rooms whenever we wanted to. Also, I hated her fucking gym class and never wanted to
have to go again. And of course, she had better give me an A plus in the course, or else
I'd show the pictures.
Now that I have that cunt where I want her, I'm planning to have her arrange for me to
have gym with her every term. I mean, with some other teacher, I might have to start
getting dressed for gym, and doing the exercises.
Usually, now, while she's running the class for the last period, Jerry and I are fucking in
the locker rooms, because that's all the exercise I need. She always gets him passes out
of his class, so there's no problem there.
I love it. As a matter-of-fact, recently, Jerry's been having trouble with his science
teacher, and we're gonna start following her home soon. In fact, I couldn't do it with
him right away, because I had to come here, but starting tomorrow, we're going to
follow Mrs. Ryan home, and I can't wait to find out what she's into.


Conclusion

Although Dina's case is a fascinating one, I don't think that the young girl has even
started to think about the implications behind a person who has sex with a dog. The
only thing she seems concerned with is using the pictures against the teacher.
I feel that there is something rather sad about a single woman whose life is tied up in
the school that she teaches in, and with her pet at home. I believe that Miss Gilbert
must have some serious emotional problems, and would like to try and talk with her, if
it is at all possible.


Case History 4

SUBJECT: Linda R.
AGE: Twenty-three

Interview 1

Linda is a very pretty, but obviously somewhat disturbed young girl with long straight
black hair, and overall, charming attitude.
It was obvious to me, however, that she is a bit disturbed, and most of the time, she
seemed to be putting on a smile, because she wanted me to think that she was much
better off than she was.
She was dressed in an expensive, very chic blouse, and expensive jeans. For a woman
her age, she had a very nice figure, with large, firm breasts (it was obvious that she did
wear a bra) and her pants, hugging her thighs and buttocks tightly, displayed a lovely
lower half.
I was under the suspicion that Linda was under the influence of some kind of a relaxing
drug, perhaps a valium, but nothing stronger. She is quite a wealthy girl, and I'm sure
that it would be very easy for her to get drugs.
I tend to blame my father for everything that happened, but there's no way for sure that
I could ever pin anything on him, and now that so many years have passed by since the
time I was kidnapped, it's impossible to prove A great deal of money was taken from
his bank account. He claims, of course, that he paid off the kidnappers, for me, I mean.
I tend to think that he paid them off, like employees. I mean, some people that he hired
to kidnap and abuse me.
You think I'm crazy to assume something like that, don't you? I mean, everyone else
did, so why should you be any different. But once you hear my story, you'll either have
to believe me, or have me committed. I don't care.
When I was twelve, mother died in a plane crash. Father was quite upset, considering
the fact that it was one of his private planes. He was also a little happy, I think, because
she had been coming to meet him somewhere, wherever the hell he was at the time. He
had had to go early, on business, so he wasn't on the same plane.
I sometimes think about what life might have been like if he had been on the same
plane with her, according to their original plan. I mean, then of course, I would be an
orphan, but I had enough relatives to watch me, until I would have been of legal age,
and would have inherited everything.
Sometimes, I even think my father planned the plane crash, but who knows?
Anyway, he was quite upset, but after a typical mourning period, he started to date a lot
of younger women, some of them old enough to be my older sister. I mean, I was
fourteen and fifteen at the time, he was in his late thirties, and he was going out with
girls who were about twenty.
I really didn't like it, and hated it even more when I would have friends over and my
father would come home with his date.
I was always kind of embarrassed introducing the girls to my friends, because I had to
introduce them as my father's girlfriend, and all.
One night, when we had a fight about it, I ran into my bedroom, crying hysterically. I
had told my father that he should grow up. If he was interested in getting married
again, he should have been looking for a woman closer to his own age, and not some
young thing who had no sense.
Besides, once I had talked with one of he girls, when my father had been out, and she
seemed to think that he really loved her. He told me that she liked him really a lot, and
that he treated her well.
It was the treating her well part that really made her smile, and made me know that
was the only reason she was seeing him. After all, he was filthy rich, and what young
thing wouldn't have liked being taken to the finest restaurants and being taken to house
seats at all the theaters in the city?
I know that I loved it when he took me out, but I was always aware of the fact that I
was his daughter. Those others thought of themselves as his girlfriends.
Well, we did have a fight one night. I was about fifteen, and I know it started because I
was dating some boy that my father didn't really approve of. I thought that the man
had a hell of a lot of nerve telling me who I could date, while he was running around
and making a fool of himself with those young girls.
I told him as much, and ran up to my room, after screaming one thing.
"If you're thinking of getting married, date people your own age."
I was lying on my bed crying, thinking that things would never be the same between
the two of us again. They had been good, when I was the young, obedient daughter.
But when I tried to speak up for my own rights, and tell him adult feelings, he seemed
to hate it. I was on my bed crying, as I said, when I heard his voice.
"And just what makes you think that I'm looking to get married again?" he asked me,,
as he stood by my door.
In all honesty, I had thought our fight was over, and wasn't ready for more.
"Why else would you keep dating all these young things?" I asked him. "I mean, why
does someone go out with someone else?"
"God, my daughter is more naive than I ever thought. Perhaps, if your mother had
lived longer, you would know some facts of life."
"I don't know what you're talking about."
"Sex, my naive little daughter. Don't you know that it's a normal drive in all men?
Well, maybe you don't, and that would make me wrong. I assumed that your boyfriend
was just going out with you because he needed someone to lay, but obviously, you
haven't been touched by anyone yet, ever."
He seemed to be a little high as he walked closer to my bed. My father was always
doing some kind of pills to relax him, and he was also drinking after taking the pills, so
there were many times when his eyes were glassy.
Now, as far as sex went, I didn't know too much. I grew up in a large, sheltered house,
and didn't have many friends. When I went to school I would go to private schools and
most of the people were too uppity to talk about sex.
I had never seen a naked man before, and was just starting to wonder about the
changes that were happening in my own body, though I didn't even know who to talk
to them about. I wouldn't have talked to my father.
He walked over to the bed, and started to stroke my hair. Then, he reached for my
hand and pulled it right over to his crotch, between his legs, forcing me to touch the
bulge that was getting stiffer there.
I couldn't believe what was happening in his pants. I was kind of fascinated, although I
did have ideas of this whole thing being wrong.
He told me to open his zipper, and I did, because there was something not only
hypnotizing about his voice, but threatening, as well. I mean, I thought that if I didn't
do it, he would really hurt me, man before, hard or limp.
"Now, I want you to take it into your mouth," he said to me.
That was when I knew I wouldn't do it. I didn't think I could do something like that,
but I had already gone far enough as to take him out of his pants, and he didn't want
me to stop at that.
When I tried to pull back, he grabbed me by my hair and pulled my head closer to his
dick. He rammed the thing right into my mouth, and I could feel how thick it was
because of how wide I had to open my mouth.
He started to thrust it in deep, and I was choking around it. I looked up at him, he was
looking right down at me, and I could see that his eyes were more glassy than ever. He
was really stoned, mind you.
He started to thrust in and out of my mouth and I was hitting him on the chest, but it
was doing no good. He seemed to be at the mercy of his cock, and he was holding the
back of my head, so that I couldn't pull away.
I don't even know how long it went on for, but I can tell you that I hated every second
of it, and thought about biting him off, but knew that I couldn't.
Anyway, soon, he started to throb in my mouth, and when that happened, I thought
my jaw was going to break right off. It was much harder on my throat too, and when
he started to come, he pulled himself back.
I could taste the flavor of his warm cream on my tongue, and didn't really like the way
it tasted, but my father was screaming at me to swallow it. I didn't want him to hurt me
much more, so I did.
By that time, he was getting even hotter. I've learned, since then, that men lose their
erections after coming, but that was not the case with my father that day. He seemed to
get even more aroused as he was coming in my mouth, and I could feel his cock staying
hard between my lips, because he held himself there for a few more minutes, even after
he had come on my tongue.
Well, he started to rip at my clothing then, tearing my blouse to shreds. I cried about
that, because it was really an expensive thing, and one of my favorites. It wasn't until he
pulled out of my mouth, and asked me why I was crying, that I told him. He laughed,
and slapped me hard across the face.
"Don't you know that we're rich, you stupid bitch? A blouse means shit. I can buy you
five hundred of them, if I wanted to."
Let me make a note, that the next day, probably as if he thought he could make up for
it, he bought me a dozen of the same kind of blouses, and let me also make a note that
I never put one of them on. I wouldn't have worn them, because I knew it would make
him think I forgave him for what he did to me.
He ripped off my pants and panties, and started to move is fingers to my cunt. I could
feel the way he was playing with my cunt lips, and I was too scared to loosen up at all,
and you can believe I didn't get wet for a second.
He pushed me back on the bed, and when I tried to get up, he pulled off his belt and
hit me with it a few times.
"I could tie you up, cunt, but I don't want to. You just like nice and still, and if you try
to get away again, I'll whip you until you bleed."
He had come so close already, with a few of the lashings, that there was no doubt in my
mind that he would do what he said.
So I just had to lay there as he moved his mouth down to my cunt and started to lick
my cunt lips. I could feel the way he pried them apart with his fingers, and soon, he
was licking the insides of my cunt.
I was still not getting turned on. He started to spit into my cunt, and I could feel the
way he was licking his saliva all over my cunt walls. His saliva was the only thing that
got me wet before he entered me.
I guess he kept licking me until he was sure that I was wet enough, and then he didn't
even slide his way up my body. Instead, he lifted himself up, moved himself over me,
and pounded his body down onto mine, knocking all the breath out of me.
"This is what I date those girls for," he screamed, at the same moment that he slammed
his hard cock into my cunt.
I felt a ripping pain, which I learned, years later, was my hymen. He started to thrust in
and out of me hard, not even waiting for the pain to subside, and I hated him more and
more for being such a bastard.
I don't even know if I could say that one part of what he did to me was worse than
anything else, because I hated it ill. But toward the end, when the saliva he had
lubricated me with was drying up, I felt his cock changing my insides, and I couldn't
stand the way that felt. It hurt me more than anything else.
He started to moan then, and I felt his cock pulsing inside of my cunt. Then, a few
seconds after the chafing had started, he began to come in me. He kept thrusting and
his cream was smeared all over the inside walls of my cunt. It made me feel only a little
bit better, but not as much as it should have.
I mean, there was still too much pain, and I don't think that I'll ever forgive him for
what he did to me.
He pulled out of me a few seconds later, and stood over me.
"And that's what it's all about," he said, but let me tell you something, Doctor.
To this day, he denies ever doing it to me. I mean, we've talked about it, and he told me
that it was just a figment of my imagination. But I know that he took me before I was
even kidnapped, a few days later.
And this is why I think he's the one responsible. You see, as he stood over me, I just
looked at him with such hatred.
"I hope you die, you bastard," I said. "I hope you're in the next plane crash. No, I want
it to be even bloodier, and slower. I hate you."
"You'll get over it," he said.
"Never. That was the worst thing in the world that anyone could do to a person."
"If you think that was the worst thing in the world, you have a lot to learn," he sneered,
and when I was kidnapped, a few days later, all I could think about were those words of
his.


Interview 2

The second time Linda came to see me, she was wearing a loose-fitting blouse, with no
bra, and she looked even more attractive than die had the first time. She had her hair
pulled back in a tight bun, and I could see her high cheek bones, and her dimples, each
time that she smiled.
Once again, I was under the suspicion that she had taken some kind of drug to calm
her down, because if anything, her eyes looked more glassy than they had been the first
time she came to see me.
In many " ways, for me, it was understandable. I remembered how hard it had been for
her to talk about her father raping her the first time, and what she talked about this
time was even more horrible.
It happened about two days after he raped me, and I can give you many reasons why I
think he set it up. For one thing, during the few days between his rape and the
kidnapping, I would confront him with what he did, and although he wouldn't say it in
the same words, he would keep telling me that I was leading a sheltered life, and if I
thought being taken by a man was horrible, I had a lot to learn.
It was almost as if he was setting me up for more horrible things.
Then, the day that I was taken, he had let the servants have a day off. We were
supposed to go out somewhere or other, and he had to cancel at the last minute, calling
me from the office to tell me that he couldn't make it, and of course, leaving me home
in the house all alone.
I only saw the one man who came to the door, claiming that he had been hired to clean
the windows on the top floor.
I thought nothing of it, and turned to let him in. When I turned, he jumped me from
behind and pushed me down on the floor. The weight of his body left me breathless, so
it wasn't very hard for him to pull my arms behind my back and start to tie them. A
few seconds later, he was putting a blindfold over my eyes.
He pushed me outside and led me to a car. I could hear a few voices there, talking, so I
knew that he wasn't working alone.
As they were driving, they calmly explained to me that I was being kidnapped, and I
was to be held for ransom.
"We're sure your father will pay," the main man said, and the way he said it just made
me think that dear Daddy had set the whole thing up.
I don't know where I was taken, or how long it took to get there. But some time later,
they were pushing me out of the car.
Now, here's another thing. Daddy owns a small house upstate, in a secluded area. I
know that it was near a stream, that I could usually hear from the house, and as soon as
we were out of the car, I could hear it. And I could also hear it the whole time that I
was being kept in the house.
Now, I'm sure that it was Daddy's house, that bastard.
Anyway, once I was inside, they started to rip at my clothing. The leader, who was
blond, who was the one I had answered the door and seen, said that they were going to
have their jollies with me, as long as they had me.
I could feel his hands moving all over my body, plucking at my breasts.
Then, he started to kiss my tits, but he bit into the nipples a little bit too hard, and that
hurt. His fingers were moving down to my cunt, and I could feel the way he started to
rub my clit. I stiffened a little bit, and he pushed me back on he bed.
He started to eat me, and as he did, I could feel some kind of movement on the bed. He
began to lick my cunt, as some other man moved his cock over my face, and pressed it
right into my mouth.
There was nothing I could do. My hands stayed bound behind my back the whole time
that they had me, and also, I couldn't see anything.
The man fucking my face did so hard, and I kept thinking that maybe Daddy had told
them to do it this way, because he had also thrust his dick in and out of my mouth fast
and hard. If someone could be more brutal fucking my face than he had been, his point
would be proven to me.
The one eating my cunt was doing a fair job, and I could feel the way my cunt started
to get a little bit wetter.
Then, he moved his cock into me. I didn't feel as much pain as I had felt when my
father had raped me, because I was not a virgin, and also, this man's cock was just not
as big as my father's had been, and it didn't stretch me the way my father's had.
I heard him moaning so loud as he thrust in and out of me, and it didn't take long
before I could feel him coming.
The one in my mouth took a much longer time to come, and by that time, I was so out
of breath and worn, that I wasn't even reacting. I mean, I was in pain, but I wasn't
showing any signs of it. I think if I had, they wouldn't have continued to abuse me,
because, as I said, I have a feeling that was all they were there for.
As I said, I kept thinking that they had kidnapped me to prove that more painful things
existed besides a father fucking his daughter.
Because, there was just a moment's rest after the two men had come in me, and then I
heard another voice talking about what a fine ass I had.
"That could hurt her," I heard the leader saying. "You should take her ass and see how
good it feels."
Now up until that time, I never knew that men fucked women in the asshole. I didn't
even know it at first, when the man pushed my legs up over my head and moved his
mouth down between my buttocks. The whole' time that he was licking my asshole, I
kept wondering why the hell he was doing it.
He was spreading my cheeks, and then he was flicking loads of saliva into me. It was
only then, when I felt him pushing his fingers in, and lining my ass walls with his
saliva, that I realized it.
I remembered the way my father had lubed my cunt with his saliva, because I had been
too scared to get wet in the pussy.
Well, I started to groan then, and I was pleading with him not to fuck my ass.
"She knows all about these things," the leader said. "I thought she doesn't."
Now that was something I'll never forget. I mean, what should have made him think
that I didn't know about those things, unless, of course, he had talked with someone
about it and someone had told him. That someone, of course, being dear Daddy.
Well, when my asshole was lubed enough, the man eating it started to move his cock
there. I knew it would hurt me when I felt how much my buttocks had to spread wide
just to hold the thickness of his dick between them.
He did not wait, even for a second. He plowed his dick right into my asshole, and I felt
a pain ripping through my gut.
I still didn't think that I could handle something like that, even when he was in me,
and when I opened my mouth to scream, and they let me, I kept thinking about
Daddy's summer house, and how far away it was from other people. If we were, indeed,
in that house, that would explain why they let me continue to scream for a long time.
Eventually, while the man was still fucking my ass hard, another one of them moved
his cock toward my mouth, and stuffed it in. It was not hard, but at least it stifled my
screaming, which would have gone on, and probably would have even gotten more
intense because of how much it hurt when the cock started to throb in my asshole.
It throbbed for the longest time before I felt him coming, and I didn't even take any
relief in that, even though I knew that he would lose his erection.
I still hated the idea of it, and just wanted him to pull out of me, which, after he went
limp, was just what he did.
Now I don't even know how many days I was held there, because I lost all track of
time, and woke up in a hospital sometime later, after I had been freed.
But then, there was that time, while I was there, that I'll never forget.
I think it must have been a second day, for I remember sleeping for the longest time,
but even when I woke up, of course, everything was black. There was some silence, and
I assumed that they were all sleeping, too. , Soon, however, as each one awoke, he
started to use me. I know now that men wake up with erections in the morning, and
each of them had, and each of them wanted me to help them lose their erections.
I felt three different cocks in my body, at different times, all within a short period of
time, maybe ten minutes or so. I mean, someone entered my cunt and thrust only a
little bit, hard, before coming, then a second, then a third.
And then, I was pushed over onto my stomach. I could hear them laughing, and
something was being pulled up onto the bed.
I didn't know what it was at first, although it was big, and hairy. I could feel one of
them rubbing a cock against my cunt, from behind, and then, it was entering me.
Whatever it was, started to thrust in and out of me so hard, and so fast, that I was
screaming in pain.
It was not until a few seconds later, when I felt the tongue licking my neck, and smelled
the horrid breath, that I knew it was a huge dog.
I didn't even know that there was a dog around until then, but they were all laughing
once they could tell that I knew what they had done.
"Yeah, a doggie style fuck, with a real dog. I can't imagine anything being worse than
that, can you?"
"It doesn't look like she's hating it so much," another one said.
That couldn't have been further from the truth. I was hating it. It was hurting me more
than any of them had, because the dog just worked on instinct, thrusting in and out of
me as fast as possible, to try and come fast.
I don't even know how long it lasted, but the animal seemed to take forever. When it
did start to come, I could hear it whining, and if there had been any doubt in my mind
that it was a dog beforehand, there was no doubt in my mind when I felt it coming and
heard it whining.
They used that dog on me a few more times while they held me, and each time they
would use it, I would know before it even entered me, just because they would have to
get me on my hands and knees.
And, they always mentioned something about being fucked by a dog, and how it was
one of the worst things that could happen to someone.
Of course, that made me think of my father, and how he had to have set this up, just to
prove his point.
As I said, I don't remember being saved. I thought that I was just going to sleep for the
night, after a long day or two of abuse, and when I woke up, I was in a hospital, and
there were police there.
They said that my father had paid the ransom, and that they had saved me.
Of course, I didn't want to look at the man, because of what I had been thinking about
him, but when we had time alone in the hospital and I told him, he said that I was
being completely ridiculous.
"Do you really think I would do something like that?" he asked.
"Of course I do. How could you possibly ask me something like that? I know what an
evil bastard you are."
But, as I said, to this day, there is no way to prove it. If he set it up, he did it well
enough so that they would never suspect him.
Other things happened afterwards to make me suspect him even more. When I arrived
home from the hospital, there was this huge Mastiff dog at the house. My father told
me had had just bought it, so that he would make sure nothing like this ever happened
again. He said it was a trained watch dog.
I think that it was just trained to watch me, because at night, it would sneak into my
room. One night, I felt something rubbing against my cunt, and when I woke up, I
could see the dog poking his head around.
He was smelling me, as if it was all familiar territory for him.
I remember reaching for the dog's dick that night, and it was the only time that I ever
did.
I just wanted to make sure that it was the dog, and I was trying to feel how big his dick
was.
I'll never know for sure. We still have the dog. You see, I still live at home, even though
I've graduated from college. I don't really know what I want to do with my life, and I
haven't had any boyfriends since the rape.
I just know what every boy is after, and I don't ever want to feel a cock inside of me
again. I just think about it, either in my mouth or cunt, or sometimes, horribly enough,
in my asshole, and the thought of it makes me sick enough, so that I know I could
never do it.


Conclusion

I must say that I do believe what Linda has been telling me, only because I had a talk
with her father after she left. He had brought her, and I asked him to come into my
office for a few minutes.
I then asked him if he was aware of how disturbed his daughter was, and he said that
he was not, which bothered me. I think anyone looking at Linda could tell. Anyone
who wants to see it, that is.
I suggested that he take her for further therapy, and explained to him that the
experience she had when she was kidnapped, is still with her, and is preventing her
from normal, mature growth. He seemed to deny it all. He seemed to think that she has
developed quite normally, and that she needs no help.
All I could think was that the man was afraid of some things coming out if she went for
more therapy, and he was just trying to save himself.


Case History 5

SUBJECT: Hedy P.
AGE: Twenty-seven

Interview 1

When Hedy first came to see me, I was awed by her radiance. She is an incredibly
beautiful blonde woman, with a fantastic figure. She is the type of woman who you
might see in the market, who would make you wonder why she isn't a star.
She has all the physical qualities, except, she seems to be quite content with her life as a
housewife. It seems to be everything that she ever dreamed about.
She was wearing a simple house dress, which, if anything, detracted from her overall
beauty, but she didn't seem to care about that, either. As she told me, she was not out
to impress anyone, except for her husband, who loved the way she looked.
It's true, Doctor. I have heard it from so many people, all my life. When I was young,
they all used to tell me how I could go far, and become a star. There were only a few
things, in my mind, that went against that.
For one thing, when I was young, I took a dance course, and found that I had no talent
when it came to that. I also took an acting course, and felt the same lack of talent, so no
matter what anyone said, I didn't care.
If I would have been famous, it would have only been on my looks.
I wouldn't have wanted something like that.
I mean, I could have been in porn films, and had the offers to do them, because I had a
good body, and you didn't have to know how to act.
But I never would have done anything like that, believe me.
And I wouldn't try to become an actress who would just get by on her looks.
Besides, I was raised in a very happy family, and my father really loved my mother, and
all of us brothers and sisters loved each other. Some of my sisters had ambitions, but I
never did. All I wanted to be was a housewife and mother.
I didn't want to just marry the first man to come along, either. I knew enough to realize
that I was rather good-looking, and, if anything, that could help me to find myself a
nice looking man.
I met Harry when I was twenty-one, and in college. Up until that point, I had dated a
few men, but found that some of them were just turned on to the way I looked, and
nothing else. I knew that many guys at school thought of me as being a typical dumb
blonde, which I was not. I'm rather intelligent.
But most of the time, when I would go out with guys, I would get the impression that
they just wanted to date me because they thought that I looked good on their arms, and
they could easily impress their friends by taking me out. Whenever I would get that
feeling with a guy, I wouldn't see him again.
Now I knew that Harry liked me for me, at least the first time that we met, because we
met at a campus costume party, and I had purposely painted my face green, and
dressed myself up as the Wicked Witch of the West, just to play down on my beauty.
Under the hideous make-up, I was still me, but no one knew that I looked good under
it.
Harry had come to the party as the Tin Man, and that made me laugh. I mean, of
course, we were attracted to each other because we were the only two who had come
from characters from that movie, and we started to talk about it.
I jokingly played my part, and told him that I could use him as a pile of junk.
We had a fabulous time, and he told me, at the end of the night, hat he had never met
anyone quite like me. Still, we really didn't have any idea of what the other one looked
like under all the make-up and costume.
So, we made a date for the next night, and I did dress up.
When he came to pick me up, he was as handsome as I had always been told I was
pretty. He had curly blond hair, and a really terrific smile.
He seemed rather awed by my beauty, and I told him to forget about that shit. I told
him how most men seemed to date me for that reason only, and he said that he had
kind of had the same problem with girls.
I couldn't have been happier to hear something like that. When he took me to this
fancy restaurant, I could see all of the people looking at us. In all modesty, I can state
that we were the hottest looking couple there.
He told me, and it surprised me, that he was a teacher at the college. I had thought that
he was a student, too.
" He was just so charming, and that night, when he took me back to my dorm, instead
of his house, I loved it. He kissed me on the lips, so gently.
"I could take you to my place and make love to you now, but that could ruin
everything. I want us to get to know each other better, before we go to bed. I hope that
you understand, and hope that you feel the same way."
"Yes, I do," I told him, and I couldn't have been happier about it.
So, we agreed to go out the next night, and we went out almost every night after that.
We dated for two weeks before he took me back to his place.
He had a small little dream house, off campus. I must admit that when I first saw it, it
was everything I had always wanted. There were two bedrooms upstairs, and a small
back yard, and it was just the perfect size for two.
There was also a fireplace, which he lit, and we had some wine, and started to kiss. By
that time, we knew everything about the other one, and I liked that.
He started to make love to me so gently. He unbuttoned my blouse, and I just lay back
as he moved his lips down to my breasts and started to kiss them. I could feel the way
he was sucking on my nipples, so gently.
He flicked his tongue back and forth over the tip of each one a few times, and soon, he
was moving his hand down to my skirt and unzipping it on the side. He pushed my
skirt down and started to finger my cunt, through my panties.
Then, he got on his knees between my legs, pulled my panties down, and began to
make loved to my cunt.
Now I say make love, just because he was going at it so wonderfully, and in such a
tender way. It was not like the others, who would just spread my cunt lips wide with
their fingers and dive right in with their tongues. I could hear him moaning so loud the
whole time, and he was sucking and kissing so gently.
I came very hard, which he seemed to love, and I realized then that there was a big
difference between being eaten by someone you cared about, and being eaten by just
about anyone. Love makes all the difference in the world.
And I was in love with Harry, I knew it even then. When he started to get undressed,
and I was sure that he was going to fuck me, I told him that I wanted to make love to
him first, the same way he had made love to me.
His body was incredible, with a strong hairy chest, and when he lay back and slid out
of his pants, he had a beautiful, huge dick.
I started to rub my pussy against his dick as I moved my lips to his, and I kissed him
gently, then began to lick my way down his body. With the fire being the only light
shining, he looked hotter than ever.
I started to suck on his nipples for a while, and he was so sensitive there that I loved
the kind of control I felt over him. I flicked my tongue the way he had done it over my
nipples.
Soon, I was licking his navel, and then, sucking his cock between my lips. It tasted so
good between my lips, I must admit, better than any other cock I had ever tasted. It
also seemed so much more silky than any cock I had ever tasted, and left a nice feeling
on my lips.
I licked my way down to his balls and sucked on them for a while, massaging his shaft,
just touching it with my fingernails, lightly, something that he was moaning that he
loved. Then, I moved my mouth back to his cock head.
I started to lick the tip of it, and moved my mouth all the way down, deep throating
him for the first time, and making him moan with an ever greater lust. He had told me
that he thought he loved me, long before we had sex with each other, but he didn't stop
telling me that night, while I was taking him into my throat.
Hearing something like that, from someone you feel the same way about, can be a
sensational turn-on.
Within a few more seconds, I could feel him pulsating, and I started to move my lips
up and down his shaft faster, working my tongue along the underside of his cock shaft,
flicking it, and when I had my lips around the head, I. worked my tongue into his piss
slit, which he seemed to love, too.
As he started to come, I felt like I was drinking from a fountain. I looked up at him as
his cock was shooting onto my tongue, and I could see his blue eyes sparkling.
I knew then that I would agree to marry this man the second he asked, and I think he
was even thinking about asking me then. Of course, it would have been a strange time
for a man to come out and ask a woman.
I kept his dick in my mouth for a few minutes after he had come, and it fell limp onto
his pubic patch.
We sat there for a long time, saying nothing, but touching each other all over,
exploring every inch of each other's body.
At one point, he had me stand up in front of him, and he started to make love to my
pussy again. I could feel the way his firm hands were holding my buttocks, and he
started to massage them quite well.
I reached between his legs and moved my hand to his cock. It was still semi-limp, but
as he was eating me, I could feel him getting hard in my hand, and that was something
which I absolutely adored.
As soon as he was sticking straight up, and hard as a rock, he told me that he wanted to
make love to me. There was even a way in which he said it that turned me on, because
most guys would tell me that they wanted to fuck me, which was just what it was.
There is a difference between fucking and making love.
I lay back on the soft couch as he rubbed his cock between my legs, then entered me
gently. I could feel my pleasures flowing the second he was in me, and he leaned
forward so that his hairy chest was rubbing against my nipples. Then, he started to
thrust in and out gently, as he kissed me on the lips.
He was flicking his tongue in and out of my mouth at the same rate that he was
moving his cock in and out of my cunt, and I felt like he was making love to me in two
ways, which was twice the turn-on.
I started to come around him so many times, and Harry was good in that he didn't let
himself come for the longest time.
Each time his cock would start to throb, he would moan, and then he would slow down
so that the pulsations would subside, so unlike most others who were just concerned
with shooting off in me as fast as they possibly could.
That was another thing I loved about my husband-to-be.
When he started to come, he was whispering in my ear, telling me how much he loved
me, and how he had never felt this way about any woman before. His warm breath in
my ear was just making my entire body tingle.
I started to come even harder around him, and later when we would talk to each other
about our sexual feelings, he told me that when he would come in me and I would
come around him, he'd feel almost as if my cunt was sucking him dry, because the
spasms were always so strong, and left his cock drained.
I spent the night at his apartment that night, and we made love in almost every position
that we could think of. I think we both loved it the most when we were just eating each
other at the same time.
He asked me to marry him a few days later, and when I wrote home and told my
mother that I was getting married, she came to see me at school.
She met him, and liked him, but when we were alone, she told me that she thought I
could do much better for myself.
"A college professor," she said. "You'll live in this house all your life because he won't
be able to afford anything more. Are you sure you want to throw it all away on just a
college professor?"
She was like every one else, as far as I was concerned, thinking that just because I was
beautiful, I could get a man with money. But that was not what I wanted. I wanted to
get a man that I would love, and Harry was the man.
We had a simple ceremony, with family, and a few students of his, and student friends
of mine, and we went to Puerto Rico for our honeymoon.
That was a few years ago, and I thought that our happiness would never end. In many
ways, I was right.
But I also thought that our sex life would always stay the same. By that, I mean, it was
sensational when we started, because there was so much to explore. But as time passed,
and things became more routine than anything else, I think we were both getting
bored, but were afraid to talk to each other about it.
When we finally did, we had to make some kind of a decision. We both thought that
maybe if we got together with another couple, it would help, and there just happened to
be another professor and his wife who lived nearby.
I thought that it would turn out to be a simple swap, and never thought that their huge
bull dog would be worked into our sex.


Interview 2

The second time Hedy came to see me, she looked even more beautiful than she had
the first time, and she was not even trying. She had her hair up, and had a scarf
wrapped around her head, telling me that she hadn't had time to wash her hair.
She was wearing a pair of simple slacks, and a nice, pleasant enough blouse, and yet,
she seemed to transcend ones normal impression of a housewife, even when she was
dressed just like that.
We had been married for about seven years when we first thought of doing it.
They talk about the seven year itch, and maybe it was the same for both of us. Let me
tell you that during the first few months of marriage, we tried everything.
One of the last things that we tried, because I was so nervous, was anal intercourse. He
had told me about it, and had said that the idea of it fascinated him, but he didn't want
to force me to do it.
He said, that it would probably hurt, unless I had the desire to do it, and so, I tried to
build it up. I thought about his cock, and how much pleasure I could feel when I knew
I was turning him on.
And one day, right before he was to come home, I gave myself an enema, and lubed my
asshole. I met him at the front door, dressed in nothing, and started to go down on
him. I could see how surprised he was, pleasantly so.
We ended up on the carpet, kissing with rare passion. I could tell he was getting turned
on, and he undressed while we were kissing.
I laid back, to get ready for the normal missionary position, and he took hold of his
cock and moved it toward my cunt. Then, I fooled him. I lifted my ass up higher and
directed his cock toward my asshole.
He didn't enter me right away, but looked at me, slyly.
Then, he moved his lips to mine to kiss me, and he entered my ass, nice and slow. I
could hear him moaning with pleasure, especially when he felt that I was lubed, because
that made him know I had prepared myself.
He thrust in deep, but not hard, and I could feel my whole body releasing then. I slid
my hand down to my cunt and started to massage myself. I couldn't believe how I felt
when I started to come.
It was like an orgasm that was happening all over my body, and not just in my cunt. I
had felt them like that before with him, but not in the longest time, and it was
sensational to know that my body was still capable of it.
He could feel the way my asshole was spasming around his cock as he was fucking it,
and he knew that I was coming.
He didn't stay in me for too long. I think he kept thinking that if he did, it might begin
to hurt, and who knows? It could have.
He started to shoot his come into my asshole, and I was sucking on his tongue so hard,
and rubbing his back. I could feel the way he was sweating, and it was more sweat than
there had been since the first time.
And so, as I said, we had done everything within a few months of our marriage, but we
still tried to make it all fresh and new whenever we would make love. Somehow,
though, there was only so much we could do.
I think that I was even thinking about it before he suggested it. I had been reading
some books on sex, which said that swapping was normal and healthy, and since we
had been at a low for a few months, I was thinking we needed it.
Then, he started to tell me about Jerry, a new English teacher, and his wife Helen. They
had just moved into our town, and he and Jerry had been talking.
He had shown Jerry my picture, and then somehow, the talk had turned to sex.
Jerry had thought it would be great to swap. That night, we went over for dinner, and
the arrangement was to work like this.
We were just to get to know each other that night, and if we all liked each other, then
we might even do it that night. We all knew what might happen, but the whole thing
was that we all had to be in agreement.
I thought that Jerry was quite handsome he moment I saw him. He and Helen both
had black hair, and were both quite attractive.
Well, after dinner, we retired into the living room, and that was when the dog walked
in. He was a huge bull dog, like I had never seen before, and I didn't want to tell them
how ugly I thought it was.
Anyway, Jerry liked to get high, something that Harry and I only did on occasion, but
he had some good grass, and since we all kind of knew that we were going to swap, it
seemed like a good way for us to all relax.
Soon, we were all rather high and giddy, and Jerry was sitting next to me. We started to
kiss, and I didn't even have to look over to know that my husband was doing the same
thing with Helen.
Jerry started to undress me, then stood up to undress himself.
He had a very hairy body, with dark skin, and a huge cock. I moved my mouth to it
right away, and I was getting more turned on than I had in the longest time, because, as
I said, I hadn't been with any other man in years.
I could feel the way he was massaging my cunt lips, and I was coming rather hard.
Soon we were sixty-nining each other, and he was sucking out my juices, and getting
me even wetter as he did so.
Then, he turned around and started to enter my cunt. I felt how thick he was, even a
little thicker than my husband.
Now one of the greatest turn-ons came when I looked over and saw the way that Harry
was fucking Helen, in the same missionary position that we were in, and he was
looking over at us. In fact, we were all looking at each other, getting off on the idea of
the respective spouses with someone else.
I think that maybe it was such a turn-on because we were all good looking people, and
I say it only in all modesty.
I could see the way my husband was thrusting in and out of her, almost as if he was
putting on a show for us, and that was hot.
Then, I felt that Jerry was doing the same thing, pulling out so that just his cock head
was between my cunt lips, and moving in deep, so that he was slamming it into me. I
think that they were both looking at each other, too, each one trying not to be the first
one to come.
I like to think that it was because I was so hot, but Jerry started to come in me long
before my husband started to come in Helen. I had been so turned on seeing that black
haired beauty getting fucked by my husband, that I had been coming hard.
Jerry's dick started to throb in me, and soon, he was shooting load after load of his hot
come into my pussy. I moaned as I rubbed his back.
The other two were still fucking when Jerry went limp.
I know now that it was because he always did it with Helen, afterwards. That was why
he reached for die dog, who I hadn't even noticed. But the dog had been sitting on the
floor between us, obediently.
The dog also had a hard-on, which I didn't notice until Jerry, started to reach for it an'
massage it.
Then, he started to roll me over, and told me to get on my knees by the couch.
When I knew what he wanted to do, I just couldn't do it.
I was looking at Harry, and he seemed to either be getting off on the idea of me taking
in the dog's cock, or getting off on Helen's spasming pussy, but soon, he started to
moan, and he was coming in her cunt.
Then, he pulled out. There was a bit of talk.
Jerry started to tell them that Helen let the dog fuck her every so often, and that was
why he was thinking of letting me have it. Helen said that there was nothing like being
doggie-fucked.
"It's because of the animal and the animal instinct that he has," she said to me. "I
mean, a man will slow up because he wants to make it linger, but an animal will just
fuck and fuck and fuck, until he comes."
"I would love to see it," Harry said, but I still didn't know if I wanted it to happen to
me, but that was all right.
Now that Helen's pussy was free, she could take the dog in.
My husband and I sat there, and I felt even more like a voyeur while we watched than I
had felt while I was being fucked by Jerry and watching Harry and Helen.
The two of them seemed to have this whole thing set up.
Helen just leaned forward, so her tits were on the seat part of the couch, and her ass
was raised up in the air.
Jerry started to lift the dog up a little bit, so that its paws were on her shoulders, and
then, once he guided the doggie's dick into her, the animal started to fuck her like
crazy. It was all so insane.
Sometimes, the poor little beast just pulled back too far, and his dick slipped out of her,
and Jerry had to get it back in.
Jerry moved onto the couch, once the animal seemed like he was going to be in for
good, or until he came, and Helen started to suck on his cock.
I could hear her moaning so loud, and I kept thinking that there had to be something
to this fucking that was going on. I mean, she kept moaning so loud, and I could see
the sweat all over her body.
The dog started to grunt and groan at one point, and then, it started to shoot its come
into her cunt.
By that time, Jerry was nice and hard in her mouth, and after the dog had pulled away,
and run out of the room, Jerry moved behind his wife and continued to fuck her. He
started to finger her pussy, because, as we all know a man doesn't make contact with a
woman when he fucks her from behind.
Helen was moaning even louder, and they both seemed to love it. Of course, Harry and
I got hot watching the two of them.
We were soon fucking each other, and they ended up watching us toward the end of
our fucking, because they finished before we did, and we were still going at it, nice and
hard and strong.
Later, we got into a foursome, and I don't even remember what everyone was doing
with the other, but I licked Helen's cunt, and it was the first time I had ever made love
to a woman's cunt before, and liked it.
Later that night, Harry and I went home, and we were still hot. We fucked each other
into a frenzied exhaustion, and it was as good, if not better, than it had been during
those first few months.
We've gotten together quite a lot with that other couple. We don't do it all that often,
because we all think that if we end up doing it once a week, or even once a month, and
set it up like that, we'll start to get bored, the way we all did with each other after a few
years of marriage.
But it has added so much to our marriage, I can't even begin to tell you. Harry and I
have a much better sex life for it.
And as for the dog, we do talk about it, and the idea of me taking it in is getting more
and more thrilling for me, but I still haven't done it and don't even know if I really
want to do it.
I sometimes think that the idea of it is more thrilling than it must actually be, and that
once I learn something like that, it just won't be good for me anymore. Still, I've seen
Helen getting it enough from the dog, because each time we go over there to swap, the
dog is there, and she always ends up taking him in.
I watch the expression on her face as it happens.
She loves it, or so it seems, but she seems to love it even more when there's a man
sitting on the couch so she can suck a dick at the same time. A few times, my husband
has been sitting there, and I can see him watching that dog fucking her from behind
while she sucks him, and he loves it.
The last time, they insisted that she eat me while she was getting fucked.
I know it was all for my benefit, because when you sit by her, and look down her back
so you can see the dog's dick moving in and out of her from behind, you get the best
view ever, and it is a bit of a turn-on.
Maybe it was the way she ate me while I watched, but I think that I was coming so
hard because of the way the dog was fucking her, and I also think that was just what
the three of them wanted to happen.
After all, they know, as I do myself, that the more turned on I get over the idea of it,
and the more intrigued I become, the better of a chance there is that I'm going to take
the dog into me one day. Now I'm not saying for sure that I ever will, but the first time
I saw it, I never thought it would happen.
Now I tend to think that there's a good chance that it will.


Conclusion

There was really nothing that I could think of to say to Hedy. She seems to be quite
content with the set-up, as it is.
I did tell her before she took the animal on, that she should be very sure that she wants
it. I think the desire to want something, no matter what it is, makes anything easier to
do. She knows that for sure, for she had to deal with something like that when it came
to anal intercourse.
Therefore, I could really never see Hedy using the dog unless she was quite positive
that she really did want it, even if it is just to please her husband and not herself.


Case History 6

SUBJECT: Lucy D.
AGE: Eighteen

Interview 1

Lucy is an attractive girl with bright red hair and green eyes. When she came to see me
she was dressed in beach clothing, for she had just returned from a day of sunning. I
could see how long and shapely her legs were, and although she was rather smallchested, 
she is also small-boned.
Overall, she gives off a striking appeal, and she was quite willing to talk about her
I've always had this thing for animals, which is why I work in a pet store. If they only
knew the kinds of things I did there, they would either give me a raise, or fire me,
depending on what they thought of it.
I know that some people tend to think that having sex with an animal is a perverted
thing to do, but I'll bet you that any person who feels that way, has never had sex with
an animal. That kind of person is judging something without really knowing what
they're talking about.
I believe that with most things. You have to have experienced something first, if you're
going to put it down later.
The idea of doing it with animals might have come because of this film that I saw when
I was about fourteen, and dating this guy who was about sixteen. Both of us looked
much older for our age, so they never bothered to say anything when we walked into
the peep shows, just because I wanted to see what they were like.
First, Jack and I went to see your typical hetero fuck film. I hadn't ever seen one before,
and as I was watching these two girls both making it with one guy, Jack wanted me to
go down on him.
I had never seen anything like that, though, so I didn't, at first. I mean, I loved the way
one girl was riding this dune's dick up and down, playing with his balls and his asshole
at the same time. The other girl was moving her cunt up and down on his face, and she
was dripping her warm juices all over his mouth, something that you could see the
dude was loving.
Jack had his cock out and I started to jerk it. I had fucked him so many times, and I
loved his dick, especially when it got really tense before he was going to come.
Well, Jack had been getting as turned on watching the film as I was, plus, I tend to
think that my expert jerking action had a lot to do with it. I felt his cock starting to
pulse in my hand, and I knew that he was going to come.
I really did think it would be a waste to have a load of his sweet cream shooting onto
the floor of the booth, so I got down on my knees and took his cock head between my
lips, just as he started to come.
He was moaning pretty loud, so by the time I had sucked him dry, and we had adjusted
our clothing and stepped out, I think that everyone was looking at us, and they all
knew what had been going on in there.
I could see that most of the men wanted me anyway, and I thought that was really hot.
Of course, I wasn't going to go with them.
Anyway, as we were walking down the row of booths, seeing what other kinds of
goodies could await us, I saw one that I thought had to be bullshit. It said that some
chick or other first goes down on a dog, and then he lets it fuck her.
When I started to walk in there, Jack thought I was insane.
He said that he could never get off on something like that, and I laughed and asked
him how many times he wanted to get off? Did he think he was going to come in every
booth that we went into.
No fucking way, I made sure to let him know. If he had wanted to stay home coming,
we would have fucked. I wanted to see the different peeps, and see what other people
were doing, because it seemed like a fun thing to do.
Well, of course, he stepped in with me. I told him hat if he didn't, I'd just let some
other man come in. I wouldn't have, but it was one way to bring 'his protesting
conversation to a close.
I put a quarter in the slot, and sure enough, the film started midway, with the girl
moving her mouth up and down a doggie dick.
I think the dog was a Great Dane, but I don't even remember. Anyway, she was really
going at it like it was the best thing she had ever sucked.
The dog just stood there, like a dumb animal, which was what it seemed to be. I
thought maybe they had shot some drug into it, to make it just stay there, but Jack
thought that the dog was just into getting his dick sucked off. I laughed when he told
me what he was thinking.
Anyway, she didn't make the dog come on her face, which was what I was really
hoping for, because I wanted to see what it looked like when a dog came. Instead, she
started to get herself into position.
You could see some hands moving into the picture. Probably the people who were
filming the thing, because she did need some help getting the dog to climb up on her
back and eventually move itself into her.
Once it did, it was fucking her like crazy. I wished that the damned film had some
sound, because she had her mouth open and looked like she was moaning so fucking
loud and loving every second of it.
I started to get off on it. I don't even know why. There was just something so indecent
about it, at he time. I mean, now I think it's one of the hottest things a girl could do,
but then, the whole thing was so new to me.
It seemed so forbidden. I mean, incest by that time wasn't really something you could
get too upset about, because you knew it was happening all over. But bestiality was still
something that tended to freak people out, and I've always been under the influence of
freaking people out.
I mean, I love it. I like to do things that I know will bother others.
Jack couldn't believe how I was getting off. He knew that my pussy must have been all
juices up, because he opened my pants and pulled my pants and panties down around
my ankles, while sinking to his knees to eat me out.
I thrust my cunt against his face, and he took in a load of juices right then and there,
juices that I had built up watching the film. He managed to bring me off at least three
more times in that booth.
They never did have a come shot for the dog, and that kind of bothered me. I wanted
to see what the come would look like squirting out of the dog's cock, but they just
never got into something like that.
Maybe it was because the dog kept thrusting in and out so fast, and he is an animal
that just does it to make himself come, so she couldn't pull away in time.
Anyway, I just remember that Jack and I went back to his place that time and we
fucked our brains out. I could feel myself coming around his cock so many times, and
he was loving every second of it.
He came in my cunt about ten times that night, although he says it was more, and
when we talked, and I said that the doggie film had to have something to do with it, he
denied it, and thought I was crazy.
I didn't see him anymore after that.
But I was a hot bitch, so I was still seeing a lot of other guys, and having good time
fucking and sucking.
I'm trying to remember the next time I saw someone with a dog. I don't know how old
I was, but I had almost forgotten about that film I had seen with Jack. We had this lady
living next door to us, a spinster teacher.
I could never understand why she was single. I had thought that she was quite
attractive, and we kind of became good fiends. I don't want to let you know her name
because she would hate to know that I'm telling you this.
She had this huge fucking Great Dane, and he was a proud, handsome animal. Some
days when she had to work late, I would walk the thing for her, because I was her
neighbor and all, and she trusted me to do it.
I remember once going over there after I had been laying out in the sun in the back of
my house. I was wearing a bikini, and when I went to get Rolf, for that was the dog's
name, he couldn't take his nose away from my crotch.
I thought it was the oil I might have put on, but while I had been laying out in the sun,
I had been getting pretty turned on. The sun can always do it to me, making my pussy
feel nice and wet.
It's because I lost my virginity outside, on the beach, with the sun blazing down on my
body. I know for sure that's the reason.
Anyway, it really made me think it strange that Rolf kept trying to smell my crotch, the
whole time that I was walking him. It was hard as hell to walk him that day, because he
kept nosing me in the cunt, and that was making me a little wetter, too.
I thought about the film as I walked the dog, but I never would have thought of doing
anything for real.
When the teacher came home and I told her about what the dog had been doing, she
kind of laughed it off, but first, she seemed, for only a second or two, to be uptight
about it, as if she didn't believe me. After she lost her uptight attitude, that was when
she laughed it off.
I was, to say the least, suspicious from that point on.
One night, I thought I would go over there, and I knocked lightly on the door, but she
didn't answer. I thought she must have been out, and since her car wasn't there I
thought maybe Rolf hadn't been walked.
As it turned out, her car was in for repairs, and as I walked through the house quietly, I
was wondering why the dog hadn't greeted me at the door.
I was a little suspicious, let me tell you, but I never thought that I would see what I
ended up seeing.
I walked toward her bedroom when I heard some noise. The door was slightly ajar, and
when I looked in, I tried not to gasp. There was this teacher, laid out on the bed, all
naked, and looking hot.
She had short red hair, and huge tits, and a red-haired bush. She had the dog on the
bed, right over her body.
The dog was lapping at her cunt, and she was sucking his cock. This was even better
than the film had been, because in the film, the dog hadn't been doing anything back to
the woman, but here, he was eating her.
His tongue looked so long and wet, and I could imagine that it had to feel good. She
seemed to be really into his cock, too, and that was something of a turn on, let me tell
you. She was moving his mouth fast.
She let him come once, all over her tits. I was kind of relieved to see that she didn't let
him come in her mouth. I don't know what I would have thought of that at the time. I
really would have been freaked out.
By playing with the dog's dick even after he had come, he stayed hard, and soon, she
was getting on her hands and knees, on he bed. The dog, almost as if he had a mind of
his own, or had done this a hundred times, mounted her.
She had to reach behind and pull his cock into her cunt, because the dog couldn't do all
of hat, but once she did, that animal started to fuck her like mad. I had to lean back
against the wall because the idea of it was making me come, and my knees were getting
so weak, that I thought I'd collapse.
The dog kept ramming its cock in and out of her cunt, and she had her mouth pressed
against the pillows, and was moaning like crazy.
The fact that she was moaning like that let me know how turned on she was, and that
was turning me on as well. It's always good to see someone in the throes of sexual heat,
no matter how they're getting it. At least it is for me, and I would think it would be the
same for any normal person.
I watched the dog fuck her until I knew it was coming, and then, before the animal had
a chance to pull out, I snuck out of the house.
I knew since it had come, it would lose all its interest in her, and might discover me. If
it did, then she would, and I didn't think she was . ready to face it.
The next time I went over there, though, to walk the dog, I had been thinking about it,
and that time, when Rolf moved his mouth to my cunt, I pulled my pants and panties
right down, and let him lick.
He really had the most incredible tongue. It was much warmer, softer and wetter than a
man's, so it worked over my clit like crazy. Plus, it was longer, too, so at time, he would
be fucking me with his tongue while eating me.
I could easily say that it was as long as a man's stiff cock, only it lacked that rigidity of
a hard dick.
I loved it. From that moment on, I swear I was hooked on animals.
True, I was still fucking around like a girl on fire, and loved any cock when I could get
my hands on it, but somehow, I managed to get myself a job at a pet store, because,
even then, I was thinking that there was so much to till be explored, and I wanted to
explore it all.
Just wait until you hear about it next week, Doc. I've gotta run now.


Interview 2

The second time Lucy came to see me, she seemed as cute and perky as ever. She told
me from the start, that she couldn't stay the full hour, and I was surprised at the rapid
rate at which she started to talk.
It was as if she wanted to make up for the fact that she could only stay for a half an
hour, because she spoke twice as fast, and it was not until I started to transcribe her
interview that I really understood all that she said.
The first animal that I ever did it with, because I have yet to let a dog fuck me, was a
snake. When I started to work at the pet store, I thought that the snakes were so phallic
looking.
I mean, talk about your big dicks. I thought that if I could only get a snake all the way
into me, it would be hot.
So one night, when the store had closed up, I snuck back in. I had the keys and I
walked right over to the snake cage. There was this nice rattler who had been in for a
few days, and he was just the friendliest thing. He had made me lose all my fear of
snakes, and he was not deadly in he least.
I picked him up and wrapped him around my arm. I walked into the back room, and
could feel the wetness in my pussy already. Just the thought of what I was going to do
was making me cream in my pants.
Of course, the snake had no idea of what it was going to be doing to me as I stripped
off my pants and panties, and sat down.
Now, the rattlers have their rattles at their tails, and so I started to rub this thing into
my cunt, at the end. The snake was kind of shaking it around, and the movement it
made in my pussy was so hot.
I could feel the way the rattle part kept hitting my clit, and it was making me throb
with an incredible kind of joy.
I started to come around it and almost freaked the thing out. I had to stroke it a little
bit, to calm it down, and soon enough, it was.
After I had come once around the tail, I turned he thing around. I thought that the
flicking tongue on the reptile would feel really good inside of me, and sure enough, it
did. Actually, I couldn't get that into me as deep as I had gotten the tail, because I kept
thinking that the rattler wouldn't like it if my cunt started to spasm around his head.
I mainly kept myself spread wide, so that its flicking tongue would hit my clit and make
me come.
The animal I made it with after that was just a little kitten. When this first had come
into the shop, I remember taking it out of the box and it started to lick my hand. It was
the cutest little thing, and I kept thinking that if the cat's baby tongue could like my clit
like that, I would love it.
So, one night, I snuck back into work and took the kitten into the back. I knew that I
didn't have too much time to waste, because they would be selling the thing within a
few days, it being so fucking cute and all.
Just in case, I had brought some honey, something that I had put onto my fingers
earlier that day, to see if the cat wanted it.
When it had licked all the honey off my fingers, I knew that it wouldn't hesitate to lick
it all off my clit, and so, that was where I smeared it.
I can't begin to tell you how good it felt. First, the little kitten was just licking my clit,
and its fur was rubbing against my thighs. It was so warm that I could feel myself
coming, and the kitten liked it enough to keep licking.
As a matter-of-fact, I almost killed the damned thing, because it kept trying to .lick its
way into me, deeper, and I let it. There did reach a point when I started to come and
had to pull the thing out of me, because it's head was caught in the middle of my cunt
spasms, and it was freaking out.
Still, even when I had freed it, the thing continued to lick, but that time, it knew better
than to stick its head in any deeper than where it could still breathe. Also, it .just
seemed to love the taste of my cunt cream, arid I really couldn't blame it that much,
because I've tasted it, too, and love it.
You're not going to believe I'm telling you the truth when I tell you the next animal
that I've made it with.
It all happened one day, just as a joke. I mean, that was how it started.
We got these little frogs into the store, and these two guy were having a fight when one
of hem threatened the other.
"If you don't clean out the bird cages, I'll take one of those frogs and stuff it right up
your ass," he said.
All of us workers at the store thought about what a scream it would be, having some
really hyped up frog in your asshole, hopping around and wondering how the fuck it
was going to get out of you.
Well, I don't have to tell you what my mind started to think of, and what you're
thinking is just what I did.
It was not as great a turn-on as I had thought it would be. I mean, that frog was small,
and hopping around inside of me, but I only kept it in about three seconds before I
knew it wouldn't work.
So that time, it turned out to be something of a failure, and let me tell you, there have
been a few others.
We had this lizard once, and since the lizard and the snake seemed to have the same
kind of tongue, I thought that would be a fun thing to try, and I did, but it was just not
as good as the snake.
In fact, it was another failure, but it was still a hell of a lot of fun trying.
Then there was this little lap dog that we got. I just sat the thing in my lap and it
started to lap right up at my cunt.
I can't even begin to tell you all of he animals that I've had, and just recently, I've been
starting to drop hints toward this teacher who still lives next door. She loves the fact
that I work in a pet store, because I rip off all kinds of fun toys and other shit for her
dog.
I started to kind of let her know what some of my animal fantasies are, although I
haven't come right out and told her that I've done anything. She seems to be bright
enough to sense it.
There's a reason for all of his. I still have to fuck a dog, although I've thought about it
more times than you can imagine. There's a hard thing about fucking a dog, and I
think it would be impossible for me to do it alone.
You remember how I told you that in the film, there were hands helping this dog up on
the girl's back?
And the teacher has her dog trained well enough so that he can climb up on her back
and start to fuck her.
Well, I thought about Rolf, and I really want him, because a few weeks back at the pet
store, we had a Great Dane in, and one night, I took it into the back alone and tried to
get it to mount me.
It was so hard, since I had to have my back toward the thing, and in the end, it just
didn't turn out to work. I had to jerk the dog off, because I had gotten him so aroused,
and didn't want to leave him unsatisfied.
But it was a pain in the ass for me to try and get it into me, and I was left as frustrated
as he dog would have been, had I not jerked it off.
I've been watching the teacher make it with her dog a lot more, and I think that if I
ever had enough time with Rolf alone, when I would know that she's not going to be
home, it would be easy for me to get it.
Rolf already has eaten my pussy out, and he seems to love it. I know that I could get
him to do that, and once he would do that, he would mount me in a second, and I
would have to pull his dick into me.
But it just seems so hot when I think about it. I know you must think it's a sickness or
something on my part, because I don't think too many people would actually do things
like this. True, they talk about it a lot, but how many of them do you know who would
actually go out and do it.
I kind of wish that I could come to see you again, Doctor.
You see, I have a feeling that any day now, it's going to be the day for ma and Rolf. If it
happens with the teacher there, they it'll be cool, because the two of us will be able to
talk about it.
I really do believe that you should have someone to talk to about experiences like that.
I'm kind of happy to have talked with you about the animals I've been with, because no
one else has ever heard about them.
I needed to get it all off my chest, and believe me, if Rolf and I happen to make it with
each other, I'll come back and tell you all about it. As a matter-of-fact, let's just make
another appointment for next week, and if it happens, I'll be in, and if it doesn't, I'll
call and cancel.


Conclusion

I admire Lucy for her attitudes, and her willingness to explore the unknown, something
that most people just don't have the courage to do. She is the first person to ever go
into such detail, and tell me about so many animals.
I believe it does all stem nor only from her first experience in the peep show, but even
more, from the environment that she was raised in, where sexual freedom was allowed.
Her parents are both quite open and honest about sex, too.
As a follow-up, she did come back to me three weeks later, making appointments and
canceling them as nothing happened, until it finally did happen. She was glowing as she
talked to me about making love to the dog.
She said it was even better than she had imagined, and wanted me to let everyone know
that if they have ever dreamed about it, they must do it, because it's a hundred times
better when you do it.
"You can't even begin to dream about it, once you know what it's really like," was what
she had to say.


Case History 7

SUBJECT: Mindy R.
AGE: Twenty

Interview 1

Mindy is a stunning girl with long black hair, and high cheek bones. When she came to
see me; she was heavily made up, wearing much rouge and eye shadow. However, she
had just come from her job, and she is a horseback rider at the circus, so she had not
had any time to take off her make-up.
She was even dressed in costume, with long tight black pants, and a tight black suit
jacket.
I could see what a stunning figure she had, and overall, she looked quite theatrical. It
was easy to tell why she was in the business she chose.
I don't even remember the first person I had sex with, and you'll probably think that's
strange, since ever girl should.
However, there were so many other things going on at the time I was being fucked, and
those are the things that have stayed with me. You see, I was kind of born in a trunk, to
use an old cliche.
My parents were both horseback riding performers in the circus, and somehow, my
mother had gotten pregnant. I don't think my father was too happy about the idea,
since die had to drop out of the act for the time she was pregnant.
I think he was happy though, when at a young age, I showed a great aptitude for riding
horses, and he knew I could be worked into the act.
I was aware of sex at a young age, too, because most of the animal around the circus
area were doing it, and to be honest, everybody was doing it. I used to hear about it,
although I didn't know what they were talking about.
But the circus world is small. I mean, there are about three hundred people working for
the circus, but you travel with them all over, so it's like his small world of friends moves
with you wherever you go.
Now the reason I don't remember losing my virginity was because it happened with
some boy who had met me while we were in Chicago.
I was fourteen at the time, and I thought he was kind of cute. He had seen me in the
show, and had felt the need to come back and tell me how sensational he thought I
was. I loved hearing it, and to be honest, there was something kind of interesting about
being able to bullshit with someone who didn't know you as well as all the other people
in the circus did.
I think that I even though about letting him fuck me before it happened, and there was
a very good reason for it.
As I said, the world is small, when you're with the circus. I knew that if I let any of the
other boys my age who were with the circus fuck me, word would get around to all
three hundred people.
It tended to do that. That was how I knew about who was fucking who, even before I
knew what fucking was all about.
But this boy from Chicago was nice, and in a sense, safe.
I took him for a walk around the place, after everyone had gone. He seemed to be so
fascinated with everything I had to say.
I liked him for that, and I know I was the one who made the first move.
It happened right outside of the cages where we had the horses. I remember that I was
showing him the horses, when all of a sudden, my pussy started to feel wet. There was
a reason for that, you should understand.
I had been riding since I was five, and my pussy had pressed down against the back of a
horse more times than I could remember, and I had gotten wet over it more times that
I could remember, too.
Their smell was sexual to me, so, being there, where I could smell them, and being with
someone different, who kind of turned me on, was all that it took for me to reach over
and start to massage his crotch.
Of course, he loved it, and I could feel his cock getting stiff within his pants in a couple
of seconds. I pulled his zipper down and started to go down on him, taking his dick
between my lips.
That was not new to me. I had done that with a few boys in the circuses, because that
seemed to be okay, and much better than going all the way. No one had ever done
anything like this to the young boy, and I could feel his cock pulsating in my mouth
within a few more seconds.
He started to come, and I loved the way it tasted. I kept slurping at him to swallow
more and more of it, and I did swallow every last drop of his come, draining him dry,
but holding him in my mouth for a long time afterwards, so that he didn't lose his
hard-on, and could still fuck me.
I stripped for him, right in front of the horse's cage, and I could see him looking at me
with such awe.
I was wet already, but I wanted him to eat me a little bit before he would start to fuck
me, which of course, was what I wanted in the end. When I told him how to eat me, he
seemed to love it.
I knew then that he was a virgin, but I was, too. But he had never been with a girl at
all, never touched one or certainly not eaten one, whereas, as I said, I had sucked on a
few cocks.
Well, he ate me rather well, after I had given him instructions as to what made my clit
tingle the most. He sucked on it at times, and I was coming and moaning so loud that I
thought everyone was going to her us.
Soon, I was nice and ready and hot for him, and I started to tell him to fuck me. I
could feel him sliding up my body, and just as he entered me, I remember inhaling
deeply, and smelling horses.
Now that was because the horses were right there, and when I looked up, I could see
the black stallion that I would ride in the show, looking right down at me, as if he
knew just what I was doing. I wouldn't put it past him. I mean, I had seen him fucking
the mare that we had, so the horse did know what intercourse was all about.
This boy, I remember, could have flooded my pussy with his come in a matter of
seconds, had I not told him to slow down. I knew that if he came too fast, I wouldn't
have a chance to come, and I didn't like he idea of it.
I had to wrap my legs around his ass to slow him down, and soon enough, his hard
pulsations stopped, and we rested.
I think he was getting off on the smell of the horses, too, because while we rested, I
would see him look up, and start to sniff. It was really quite a turn-on, and soon, I had
loosened up my leg lock, and he was thrusting in and out of me nice and hard and fast,
at a steady rate.
I don't think it took him too long to come that time, and he didn't slow down again.
He just kept fucking me, and the whole time, everything around me seemed to reek of
that strong horse odor.
I started to come around his dick so hard when I felt him shooting into me, that I
know it surprised him. It had to, because, to be perfectly honest, I was a little bit
surprised myself at how hard I came.
When it was over, we dressed, and he said goodbye. We were to be leaving Chicago in
a few days, and he wouldn't have time to come back and see me.
I do remember, after he had left, going back to the spot where we had fucked. I looked
at Blackie, my lovely stallion, and I thought that the horse could read right into my
mind. I was thinking about this secret that we were going to share the next time I
would be riding him around.
I remember that looking at him that time was making me so hot, that I snuck off and
stripped myself naked, from the waist down. I started to play with my cunt, wiggling
my fingers in and out of my pussy, wiggling my clit around, and soon, I was coming so
hard that I had to cover my mouth, because I didn't want anyone to hear.
I wasn't too sure just how it would work when I rode Blackie next, but it turned out to
be one of the most magnificent experiences of my life. There was so much energy
flowing from the audience, and none of them knew how turned on I was.


Interview 2

The second time that Mindy came to see me, she was wearing a simple blouse and skirt,
and had no make-up on, but she looked as beautiful as she had when she had come
right from the circus.
I must admit that she looked completely different, however. I realized how young she
really was, for twenty is still young. The other time, all made up, she struck me as being
quite a woman, but she was really just a young girl, who had been forced to turn into a
woman before she was ready, just because of the kind of life she was leading. I'm not
saying it's bad.
I think that Mindy is one of the most well adjusted people I've ever met.
When we were ready to make our entrance, that first time after I had fucked a boy, I
climbed right onto Blackie's back.
My mother was behind me on her stallion, and my father followed. We rode outside, in
front of the audience. But even before then, I had been pressing myself down harder on
Blackie's back than I had ever done it before.
I could feel the way my cunt juices were starting to run out of my pussy, and I was
kind of glad that I had put on an extra pair of panties that day, otherwise I really would
have been one wet mess. I had kind of thought that something like this would happen,
since Blackie had been appearing to me in my dreams the night before.
As I rode out, there were two kinds of energy working for me.
For one thing, there was the usual energy from the crowd.
I don't know if you've ever been in a situation like his, Doctor, but being applauded by
an audience of hundreds of people is a terrific turn-on. And this, I would have to say,
was about a thousand people, maybe more.
They were applauding for the three of us, and I could feel their energy working through
my body.
But the other energy, that worked more, and was more powerful, was the sexual energy
I had felt the moment I mounted the horse's back. I was coming, and it was really quite
a trip, and something to deal with.
I mean, I had to do certain kinds of stunts. I had to stand on the horse's back as he
rode around, and I was thinking about how hard it was going to be to stand up,
without even being on the horse's back.
When my cunt gets so wet that I come hard, my knees tend to buckle.
It was incredible trying to fight the sexual forces that were working within me, just so I
could do the stunts, but I had to. I'm a trained performer, Doctor, and some things are
more important than others.
It was a mental thing, telling myself that I couldn't get off anymore, but there were
ways to go about it.
I also told myself that the show ended with us back on our horses, and that if I did
good stunts, I would press my cunt down so hard, that I would have an even better
orgasm than the one I was having. It was a kind of promise that I made to myself, and
it was one way of getting myself to stop coming then.
I did, and I went through the stunts like the pro I am. I could see that my mother was
kind of impressed, more so than ever.
She even asked me about it later, backstage, wondering how come I was so much better
that evening than usual.
I didn't answer, but I was sure that she knew. You see, after I had done my
performance, and I was riding back off, I pressed myself down so hard, that I had to
close my eyes for a second and let the orgasm carry me. I thought, that I might even
fall right off of the horse, that's how turned on I was.
Of course, I didn't, but as I was helped down, they all looked at me as if they knew
what was going on.
Now that was five years ago, Doctor, and I can tell you that every performance since
that first one after my first fuck, has been just as hot, and just as sexual. Sometimes, I
feel kind of illegal, although no one really knows what I'm doing when I'm on the
horse getting off.
But when I was sixteen, I had another experience by the horses. We had gotten a new
young horse trainer, who as eighteen, and cute as could be. I could tell, from the way
he would dress, that he didn't wear underwear, and it was easy to see that he had a
huge cock bulge.
One day, I kind of came on to him, although, he told me later, he was ready to come
on to me, but just hadn't had the chance. Anyway, we started to fuck, right in the
middle off the horse's cage.
I just stripped for him, and he stripped for me, and soon, we were all over each other.
His name is Danny, and he was and still is the hottest fuck around.
That first time, he was riding me for hours, and I thought that I was just going to pass
out from all the pleasure.
Each time when I thought that he was going to come in my cunt, he would slow down
with his thrusting rate, and wait for his pulsations to subside. It was sensational because
I had the chance to come so often, more times than ever.
Danny knew how much the horse's turned me on, and after he had come on me once
and we were lying around resting, he said that he could actually see it in my face each
time that I rode out of the ring and rode backstage.
I was a little upset, because I thought that if he could see it, almost everyone had to be
able to see it, but he assured me that he was looking for things like that, because, he
said, he got off on riding horses too.
That was when we had an idea, which we talked about for many months before actually
going out and doing it.
We were into fucking each other so much, that we didn't think we needed anything
different to keep us turned on.
But after a while, fucking in the horse's cage was not as much of a turn-on as it could
be, and he was the one who suggested it.
Since we both seemed to get off alone, j when we rode a horse, why not ride one!
around he ring together, while we were getting off on each other. Meaning, of course,
that he wanted us to fuck on a horse.
We did it, too. It was an incredible experience, and one that I'll not soon forget,
because it was good, for one thing, and we've done it so many times since, for another.
We waited until it was real late at night, since we were going to be using Blackie, and ,
didn't want to wake anyone.
Danny had bought a jock strap for himself, which I couldn't understand at first.
But he told me he way his balls could sometimes ache when he was riding a horse and
they were bouncing up and down, and I didn't want anything like that to happen.
He climbed up on Blackie, and he pulled his dick out of his pants. He left his balls
nestled in the jock strap.
Then, I climbed up onto the horse, too, having stripped off my panties. I was wearing a
skirt then, and it was one of the few times that I have worn a skirt. He slid me right
down onto his cock pole.
I was already wet inside, and as the horse was kicked in the side and started to go
around the ring, we were fucking. I was moving up and down on his cock, and it was
the most fabulous thing.
You see, usually we would establish a fuck rate, but we couldn't do anything like that
that time, because the horse was riding and we were kind of bouncing up and down on
top of him, and I was sliding up and down Danny's cock pole.
I loved it, and I know that he did, too. We were kissing and hugging, because I was
facing him at the time.
Later, when we did it another time, I had my back to his front, and he was fucking me
from behind, which was also fun, but I liked it better when I was facing him and I
could feel his cock making good contact with my clit. Also, he's a hot kisser, and I love
to kiss while being fucked.
But Danny had his reasons for wanting me to learn to take him from behind, and we
still haven't done it, although we've been working, on it. You see, the two of us are
planning to perform together, and make up an act, and he thought that if we could fuck
in front of people, it would be a turn-on.
Of course, the idea is to be able to do it so that they don't know that it's even
happening, much the same way it is when I ride the horse alone, and kid of have those
great masturbation fantasies while my cunt presses down against the horse's back.
However, it would be different with two of us on the horse, and we've been trying to
work out a more subtle way for him to get his cock into my cunt, and for us to fuck. It
will be hard.
You see, we never know when we're going to come, and even if we rode out in front of
an audience while his dick was working over my cunt, we would have to start doing
some kind of stunts and that would be difficult.
For one thing, he would have to be able to get his limp spent dick back into his pants
before I even lifted myself off him, otherwise people in the audience would see and
would know what was going on.
For another thing, each time we've rode the horse at night, and fuck, I'm not wearing
any panties, and do wear a skirt.
I've never performed in a skirt, and don't mind the idea of doing it, except when it
comes to some of the stunts that I would have to do, where my skirt might fly up over
my head, and I might end up exposing myself to the audience.
I think that even if he could get his dick back into his pants, once anyone would get a
look at my naked pussy, it would not take them much to know what had been going on
when we first rode out.
You might think this is crazy, Doctor, but these are things that a performer must take
into consideration, especially when you think about all the young people who might be
in the audience watching.
I mean, we could get fired for doing something like that, believe me, and I don't want
anything like that to happen.
I think the reason that we both are willing to take the risk though, is because when we
fuck on the horse, the energy is sensational. Now although Danny has not performed in
front of an audience yet, I've told him about the energy that you feel from them.
I've told him how hot I get when I feel their energy, mixed with my own sexual energy
as I'm riding the horse, and I know that he just wants a chance to feel that kind of
experience, and I think he should.
So we have been trying out many things, and I think that soon, we'll probably come up
with something and be able to do it.
If we do, I'll mail you tickets when we're in town, and you can come and see us. You'll
know what we're doing there, Doctor, but you'll be one of the chosen few. Most of
them will just thing that we're performing with the horses, and just won't know that
while we perform with the horses, we're also doing it with each other.
Danny also has some other ideas about getting into a lot of different positions while
we're on the horse, so just recently, we tried it facing each other.
I kind of liked that, because I always love to be kissing him while we're fucking. It was
a little bit harder to press ourselves together, and I must admit that his dick kept falling
out of me, much more than it would if he was fucking me from behind.
But there were advantages to that position, I must tell you.
In that position, at least, his cock makes great contact with my clit, which it doesn't do
too much when he fucks me from behind. Basically, when he is fucking me from
behind, I have to finger my clit.
I don't mind doing that, mind you, but it's more like masturbating than it is like
fucking, and masturbating is something that I could do all alone.
When I have a dick, I would prefer that the dick is the thing working me over, and
that's what always happens when we do it facing each other.
There are a few other positions I should tell you about.
We only practice them at night because we could never do anything like that in front of
an audience, even if we timed it right. I mean, when we do the things, we have to be
naked from the waist down. What it comes down to is going down on each other while
we're on the horse. You see, both of us know how to stand on a horse as it's going
around the rings. I mean, that's one of the standard things that you have to learn when
you're going to get into what we do.
It's really the second thing that you learn.
So, a few nights ago, Danny had me stand up while he was sitting, and with me facing
him, I was pressing my pussy against his face, and getting a great oral job. His tongue
was pushing my cunt lips wide apart and wiggling my clit back and forth, and I could
feel the way my juices were just flowing all over the place.
He loved the way it tasted, and at one point, while he was holding my buttocks, it was
the best, because we were both not holding onto the horse. It really took a hell of a lot
of skill, and he was able to maneuver my buttocks back and forth so that I was
constantly feeding my cunt to his face, and we were both getting off on that.
He made me come more times than I could remember.
After that, he stood up, and opened his pants. So you see, that's something we could
never do in front of an audience. He started to rub his hard cock over my lips, while he
was standing and I was sitting, and soon, he was deep throating me with that loving
dick of his. I couldn't get over the way it was making me feel, sliding all the way down
my throat and keeping me going like a bitch in heat. He started to rub my nipples, too.
He wouldn't have had to do that. I get turned on while sucking a dick anyway, and it
was sensational.
The horse smell, and the dick smell together, were making me come over and over
again, and I know that Blackie, who we were riding at the time, could feel my juices
flowing onto his back.
I loved it. When Danny started to come in my mouth, I was so excited that I couldn't
even swallow all of it. I didn't mean to let some of it drip out of my mouth, but I had
to. It was good anyway, because I ran my hand over my chin and pushed that good
cream right back in.
Later, Danny and I just continued to ride around, and he was hugging me and kissing
me, and telling me how much he loved me.
I think it's great. We have such a good thing going for the two of us, and I have a
feeling that one day, we're going to be the best fucking act in the business.
I didn't mean that as a joke, either. I mean, we are a good fuck act right now, for sure,
but I was talking about our act oh horseback. And not the fuck act. I mean, that's
something we'll only be able to do in private, or for special audiences.
I'm talking about our act on horseback, just the riding part. We love to practice,
because of course, when we practice, we get to get it on all the time, and it makes it
more fun.
A lot of the performers in the show know that we practice at night, and just don't
understand how we can be so dedicated. What they don't know, I think, won't hurt
them. I mean, if they were getting that thick cock worked in and out of them, they
would probably want to practice at all hours of the night, too.
Danny and I go into the ring almost every night now, so we're not only getting better at
our fucking, which was sensational before we even started to better our positions, but
we are getting better with our skill on the horse.
I think that Blackie likes it, too, because he's been even more obedient than ever before.
He is always waiting for us, while most of the other horses are already sleeping, because
he knows that we're going to be riding him, and he seems to love the idea of it. I think
that horses are pretty smart.
I think that he knows just what's going on, and he's even aware of the fact that he aids
in the turn-on of the whole thing. I mean, I can never know that for sure.


Conclusion

It was refreshing talking with someone like I suspected, for a long time, that many
circus riders get some kind of sexual excitement from their job, and Mindy's interviews
confirmed my suspicions.
Still and all, it's wonderful to meet someone who can enjoy her job, because you go
through this world meeting so many people who are miserable with what they do.
You can make anything you do fun, if you find things in it that are enjoyable.
Mindy and Danny will end up taking many risks, but they both seem to love the idea of
performing in front of an audience. I have a feeling, and Mindy told me she has it, too,
that if they can succeed, they will have a super act, and die and Danny could end up
getting married.
I'm looking forward to going to the circus the next time it's in town, because I not only
know one of the performers, but will know just what she is performing as well.


General Conclusion

Sometimes, the fear of the unknown makes everything seem so much more pleasant.
Bestiality was once an unknown fear. It was a threat to some women, used as tortures.
Now, that fear is becoming more and more known, as sexual freedom sweeps the
nation and people are more ready to explore.
For animals, sex is more of an instinctual thing than it is for man, with the animals
relying on their sense of smell for arousal. Both cats and dogs sense when the female is
in heat by the smell of her sex.
Pleasure is rarely the reason for sex between animal, hence, the animalism of
intercourse is much greater with a dog than it is with a man, who has a mind and can
think of bringing the woman pleasure.
Anyone who has ever witnessed animal sex, either in front of them, or in a film, has to
admit that he or she has witnessed an incredible experience. One of beauty, lust, and a
great deal of mystery, still.


THE END
