BESTIAL BEAUTIES: PET LOVING GIRLS
By The Author


General Introduction

In this volume of transcribed case histories you will be reading interviews with real
teenage girls who have had sexual experiences with animals.
The first story tells of a little girl who thinks she was a cat in a former life-and
therefore, sought out sexual relations with a feline.
The second story tells of a poor abused little girl who, while being sexually harassed by
her older brother, was forced to have sex with a dog and a horse.
The third case history tells of a city girl who, during her first visit to a rural area on her
way to summer camp, is attacked and sexually abused by a pack of wild dogs.
And there are others.
Enjoy.


Case History 1

SUBJECT: Candy C.
AGE: Sixteen
Interview 1

When Candy C. first entered my office in the middle of last summer I would have
never suspected in a million years that her problem involved sexual deviance.
She seemed like a healthy All-American red-blooded young lady. Her beauty – which
was extraordinary – was of the girl-next-door variety.
She was not a very large girl. She stood only a fraction of an inch over five feet tail, and
I would estimate that her weight was around ninety-five pounds.
She was built on a small frame. Her hair was very light blonde and grew in tight curls
all over her pink scalp. Her hair was so light that it would bleach near-white in the
summer sun.
She had a round pretty face – the face of an angel. One would have thought from
looking at her that she had never committed a sin in her life.
I could easily envision a halo floating over her head. Her eyes were large and baby blue.
They tended to open very wide whenever she was excited about something.
Her eyelashes and her eyebrows were just as light as the hair on her head. Her
eyelashes were so long that they curled upward at their tips.
Whenever Candy blinked, those long golden lashes licked lightly at her high
cheekbones. Her complexion was a perfect peaches and cream. She was the sort of girl
who had never had a blemish in her entire life.
I could tell that she had the kind of skin that would burn easily in the hot summer
sunshine. I could tell that she would have to burn and peel a couple of times while sun
bathing before her tanning process would begin.
She did not have a large mouth, but her lips were full and sensuous. Her lips were as
red as cherries in spite of the fact that she wore no make-up.
Her lips were held slightly parted and the pretty little girl had a nervous habit of licking
her lips with the tip of her tongue to moisten them.
She had what has been called "pouting lips." When I was young, girls who looked like
Candy were referred to as, "needing to be kissed very badly."
In spite of her diminutive size, Candy had extraordinarily large breasts. Her breasts
rested high on her chest and did not sag a fraction of an inch in spite of the fact that
she was not wearing a bra.
Her breasts were ripe, firm, round and full. They defied gravity. I could tell that it
would be many years before she would have to wear a bra. Nature did all of the lifting
and separating those breasts needed.
She was wearing a T-shirt when she first visited. I couldn't help but notice that, during
the erotic portions of the interview, her nipples became hard and erect. I could tell that
she was becoming sexually aroused as she spoke.
She shifted her weight from one buttock to the other as she spoke-leading me to believe
that her sexual arousal was affecting the lower half of her body as well.
She had a perfect hourglass figure. Her waist was very slim and her hips were round,
almost plump. She was wearing tight designer jeans that first day.
Her pants were so tight that one might have thought that they were painted onto her
body with dark blue spray paint. Her jeans were new and had not yet begun to fade
from sunshine or multiple washings.
When she first entered my office I could tell by her movements that she was in touch
with her sexuality. She moved her hips gracefully from side to side when she walked.
Her lower torso swung like a pendulum as she walked – and my initial impression was
that this was her natural manner of walking rather than a symptom of affectation.
She was wearing sandals.
Her hands and feet were very small.
I noticed that her fingernails were carefully manicured. They were long and had been
filed so that they were all precisely the same length and had a common curve to their
tips. She painted her fingernails a deep red color which went very well with her peaches
and cream complexion.
She had painted her toenails the same color so they matched.
Her toes were all very close to the same length – including her big toes. They were
pink chubby and cute. During the erotic portions of her tale I noticed that they tended
to grip tightly at her sandals.
Her voice was chipper and high-pitched. While transcribing the tape of her interview,
my secretary found it difficult to believe that the little girl was as old as she was. 
She had the voice of a little girl.
She sat down in the easy chair across from my desk and crossed her legs demurely. She
was not an insecure girl and had no trouble maintaining eye contact even as she
confessed to her deepest darkest secrets.
I got the impression from the very start of the interview that the pretty little blonde
trusted me completely – which is a major advantage when treating a subject.
I guess I should just come out and start by telling you my problem. I have been having
sex lately with my cat.
I know you must think that that makes me a very dirty little girl, but I don't think that
is true.
I realize that I have a problem but I don't think it has anything to do with
nymphomania – or anything like that.
It all started about three months ago. I guess that being sixteen is the worst age for a
girl. There was a part of me – and there still is that thinks like a child.
But there is another part – an increasingly large part – that is transforming rapidly into
a woman. I am a virgin. In fact, I have never even been out with a guy.
I once necked at a party, but I got so hot so fast that I became frightened. I was afraid
that my willpower would be sucked away by my sexual arousal. I personally don't think
that I am mature enough to handle a sexual relationship with a guy.
I am not so old fashioned that I think I am going to lose my virginity on my wedding
night or anything like that. But I do want to wait until I have a serious relationship
with a fellow before I go all the way.
But that doesn't stop the fact that I get horny all the time. That's healthy I guess. I have
talked to my girlfriends about the subject and have found that they think about sex a
lot too. But I'll bet that they don't think about the same things I do.
You see, I have believed, ever since I was a very little girl, that I was once a cat – in a
previous life. For as long as I can remember I have believed in reincarnation.
When I first started thinking about sex and wondering what an orgasm felt like, I
always imagined myself to be a pussy cat. A feline. And I would dream of cats licking
me between my legs until I shivered with the explosions of physical pleasure.
Let me tell you about the first time I ever masturbated – which wasn't all that long ago.
Then I will tell you how I transformed my bizarre fantasy into reality.
I remember it was the beginning of the spring. All of the snow had melted and the air
was starting to warm. I guess that is when all people are at their horniest.
I was feeling really achy – you know, in my loins – at school that day. I had never
touched myself because I was afraid of opening my personal Pandora's Box. I figured I
thought enough about sex in my ignorance. I correctly assumed that the problem would
get out of hand once I discovered how good an orgasm felt.
I was always good. I slept with my hands above the covers. But I knew that my
willpower would not last forever – especially since I had read that all people
masturbate. It doesn't harm anyone and I have even read that it is considered a healthy
release. So, after all day at school thinking about how wonderful it would be to have a
pussycat licking my pussy with his pink rough tongue, I went home determined to
make myself come for the first time in my life.
My mother and father both work so I always have a couple of hours alone in the house
before they get back from work. I knew that complete privacy was assured. Once I
decided that I was going to touch myself in an impure manner I could feel myself
getting hornier than I had ever been before.
As I was walking home that afternoon – about ten blocks – I could feel the blood from
my sexual arousal pumping downward in my body.
I could tell that both my inner and outer cunt lips were swelling rapidly with the blood.
I knew that it wouldn't be long before both sets of lips were fully engorged from my
acute horniness. My nipples were hard and erect. My nipples are pretty large – to go
with my tits. I guess they are about the size of silver dollars. They stick out far from the
tips of my tits and point slightly upward when I am feeling womanly desires. I could
feel the ache in my pussy getting very bad by the time I got home.
There was a tingling in the insides , of my thighs. My loins were on fire with my desire.
I could feel a great sexual pressure forming in my lower abdomen, about halfway
between my pubic bush and my dimpled bellybutton.
I could feel the little glands inside my vulva starting to secrete my natural lubrication. I
could tell that my pink virgin slit was getting all wet and slippery with my cunt juices.
The honey like juices – which I knew existed to make a boy's cock slip into the hole
easier were pooling in between my inner cunt lips, at the base of my poontang slit.
I knew as I entered my house and locked the door behind me, that it wouldn't be long
before the juice spilled out of the slit and began to make a wet spot in the crotch of my
panties. That happened as I was tossing my school books on the end of the living room
couch. I could feel my wet panties crawling up between my swollen outer cunt lips.
This made my pussy feel as if it were suffocating – being held in some kind of cloth
prison. I had a maddening urge to get naked as I scampered up the stairs to my room. I
locked myself in my bedroom and took off all of my clothes. I sprawled on my back in
the center of the bed. I placed both of my foam rubber pillows on top of one another
and punched the top one to make a dent for the back of my head.
I stretched my legs out in front of me and ran my fingertips lightly over my nipples. I
could feel my heart pounding as if it were trying to beat its way out of my chest. I could
feel my breaths getting shorter and closer together as I stroked my nipples. I had to
arch my fingers as I touched myself so my long red fingernails would not get in the
way. I found that it was increasingly difficult to keep my hips still. I found that I was
gyrating my ass on the bed. I placed the balls of my feet flat on the bedspread near the
foot of my bed and raised my knees in the air. I parted my thighs a far as I could get
them, pointing my knees at opposite walls of the bedroom. I could feel the thick honey
like natural lubrication dripping out of the base of my cunt slit down into the crack of
my ass. I could tell that it wouldn't be very long at all before those juices began to make
a wet spot on the bedspread between my parted thighs. The second I placed the balls of
my feet flat on the bed I could feel my chubby little toes curling under to clutch and
gather the bedspread. I could smell the scent of my emerging womanhood wafting up
from between my parted gams to my nostrils. My nostrils flared wildly. I loved my own
scent! I inhaled exclusively through my nose a couple of times so I could suck the odor
of my pussy deep into my sinuses, sighing as I exhaled. I got each of my nipples
between my thumbs and forefingers so I could pinch them lightly. I could feel the
sensations this caused rippling up to my aroused brain and down to the base of my
backbone before entering my cunt. I could feel my clitoris starting to swell. I knew that
this was the spot I would have to diddle to tip myself over the edge into ecstasy. My
love button was the magic spot – the key to the very first sexual climax of my life. I
pulled at my nipples until it hurt a little bit-stretching the skin all around those hard
pink rosebuds tight. I then released my nipples and was surprised to see that they had
grown larger and harder than ever before. I was gyrating my hips faster on the bed and
I could hear myself making sexy little moaning sounds deep down inside my throat
with each of my rapid exhales. I was panting – just like the wild jungle cat that I
wanted so badly to become. I opened my fingers and placed the palms of my hands
over my breasts. I parted my fingers as far as I could so I could clutch my tits
completely. I positioned my hands so that the stiff nipples were throbbing precisely
against the centers of my slightly cupped palms. I began to move both of my tits in
slow circles at the same time. I gyrated my tits simultaneously. First I pulled them far
apart and then I pressed them together ~ so that they were flattened at the sides and the
cleavage between them was long and deep.
I released my tits as the urge to touch my lower body became greater. I could feel my
hot natural lubrication rolling into the crack of my ass over my burning anus. I ran the
tips of my long red fingernails lightly down the front of my body. I could tell that the
whole room was going to reek with my cunt juices by the time I was finished. My love
button was swollen and erect at the top of my poontang slit. The center of my womanly
pleasure was poking out from under the flesh sheath that usually all but covered it. I
placed the tips of my fingernails on the insides of my thighs near my knees and ran
them toward the sides of my vulva. I stopped when my fingers were only a fraction of
an inch from the thoroughly engorged outer labia.
I lifted my feet off the bed.
I pressed down with the back of my head.
My weight was on my shoulders.
I rolled my buttocks off the bed so I was resting the lower half of my body on the small
of my back. I began to stroke the backs of my thighs. I found that I was particularly
sensitive behind my knees. I began to massage my ass cheeks. I kneaded my ass flesh
with my fingertips as if I were a chef preparing unrisen dough for baking. I turned my
fingers inward and pressed my fingers into my ass cheeks hard enough to make the firm
yet supple flesh pucker. I then pulled my ass cheeks slowly apart. I didn't stop until
they would part no further. I could feel the skin in the crack of my ass being pulled
tight. I held my buttocks open with my left hand exclusively and used the tip of my
right forefinger to explore the area in between. The whole time I was thinking about
cute male cats licking my moist delta with his rough tongue. Ooooh, it still makes me
shiver to think about it. My finger slid smoothly up and down the crack of my ass, as
that was, where my cunt juice had been dripping. I shuddered and I could feel the
muscles in my legs tensing involuntarily as I massaged my asshole. I then lowered my
feet back to the bed, clutched the bedspread with my toes, and began to touch my cunt.
Things happened very rapidly after that. I ran my finger up and down my outer lips. I
was going to save my clit for last. I wanted to make myself wait for my orgasm. I
correctly assumed that the intensity of my first sexual release would be enhanced if I
teased myself a bit.
I could hear my moans and groans getting louder.
I was panting wildly.
My hips bucked up and down violently.
I was snapping my spine like a whip.
My face turned hot and I could tell I was as red as a beet.
I closed my eyes tightly, pinning my blonde eyelashes to my cheekbones. I closed my
eyes so tightly as my sexual tension reached the point of saturation that the lid were
wrinkled.
I could feel my nose moving up and down and if I were sniffing something My lips
pulled back tightly over my teeth. I touched the outer edges of my inner pussy lips
lightly. I then worked the forefinger on my right hand in between my inner cunt lips,
as if I were going to impale myself with the stiff digit and touch myself where I had
never been touched before. But I didn't get very far. I had only started the self-violation
of my vagina when I could feel a wall of skin blocking the path to my womb. Though it
was the first time I had ever felt it, I knew exactly what it was. My cherry. My
maidenhead. The thin wall of membrane that to this very day protects my questionable
chastity. I pressed against the skin until it was stretched. I thought about breaking the
flesh but I feared the pain and , besides, I want to save my cherry as a gift for the man I
choose to be my first human lover. I used the tip of my left forefinger to pull my
clitoris' foreskin upward. The entire love button was exposed and vulnerable to my
caress. The center of my womanly pleasure was so swollen that it was as hard as a rock
and I thought it was going to explode at any second – or come popping right out of its
nest at the top of my pussy slit. I placed the fleshy part of my right forefinger tip on the
love button. I was at the edge. I was on the brink! I began to move my clit in a slow
sexy circle. I touched the ball of fiery flesh at that moment as if I were rolling a glass
marble around in a sea of boiling oil.
I started out moving the clitoris very slowly, and touching it as lightly as I could. But I
was quickly moving it quickly and pressing firmly against the magic spot. It was only a
matter of seconds before I could feel the awesome explosions starting in my clitoris. My
come was better than anything I could have possibly imagined. It was awesome. I tossed
my head from side to side wildly and I could hear myself screaming bloody murder
with my pleasure. Before I started to come my back teeth were clenched together so
tightly that the muscles at the sides of my face were protruding and my jaw was
beginning to ache. But once I started to come I found that my jaw dropped until it
threatened to lock in the open position, and my tiny mouth fell gaping open so that the
skin at the corners of my mouth was pulled tight. I could feel the little golden hairs at
the nape of my neck standing on end and I could feel a thick layer of gooseflesh cover
every square inch of my tiny body, I could feel my cunt gushing juice. The orgasmic
pleasure started in my love button but quickly spread to fill my entire pussy. The
pleasure moved outward from the focal point in ever-growing concentric circles – like
ripples you might see on a still pond interrupted by the plunging of a tossed rock. I
knew that the pleasure was not going to stop spreading until it had filled my entire
body. The bedsprings squeaked as I bounced up and down with my ecstasy. I could feel
my ultimate physical joy rolling up my spine to the base of my skull where it formed a
fiery comet-like ball before bursting into my already reeling brain. I could see little spots
of brilliant light dancing across the insides of my tightly clenched eyelids. I could feel
the world spinning. My sense of time and space was greatly altered by the intensity of
the sensations I was experiencing. I knew that the orgasm was not taking as long to
finish as I thought. Each second seemed like a minute and each minute seemed like an
eternity. I felt as if I had floated upward off the bed, spiraling toward the ceiling. I was
journeying into the never-never land of bliss. I knew I was leaving a little bit of my
childhood behind me forever. By teaching myself how to orgasm I was taking the first
step toward being a woman – toward being a sexual animal.
I could feel my scalp tingling.
My toes were even burning with my come.
I began to flick the tip of my finger back and forth across my clit.
I could feel my fingertips getting wet and slippery from spilled cunt juice.
My clitoris was diddled until my orgasm finally came to an end.
I could feel the ecstasy of my fabulous sexual release being replaced by the warm
contentment of my afterglow. All of my muscles relaxed simultaneously. The spasms
and convulsions of my orgasm abruptly came to a halt. I could feel my boggled mind
settling down. My tits heaved up and down on my ribcage as I struggled to catch my
breath. I don't think I was able to breathe at all while I was coming. I listened to my
racing heartbeat slowly returning to normal. Just as I had expected I had made a big
wet spot on the bedspread.
I pulled my fingers away from my cunt and brought them to my face.
I closed my fingers and opened them. Strings of cunt juice bridged the knuckles.
I held my fingers under my nose and inhaled deeply so I could sniff the pungent scent
of my cunt into my sinuses.
I then compulsively licked them clean.
Well, Doctor, that was how it all began. Our family had a cat, but I had never done
anything kinky with him. He is a beautiful blonde cat named Nathan, and I guess you
have figured out by now that he was soon to become my first lover.
But I am feeling a little tired right now. Do you think it would be okay if I came back
and finished my story at another time?
Thanks.


Interview 2

Candy left at that point and swung her hips from side to side as she departed my
private office. I instructed her to make an appointment with my receptionist to return
as quickly as possible.
As it turned out, the little blonde teenager returned exactly a week later to finish her
story. She was dressed quite differently this time. She was wearing a tight dress that
showed off her perfect hourglass figure.
The dress was black and was cut low enough in the front for the cleavage between her
breasts to be plainly visible. She found several excuses to lean forward as she spoke –
just so I could get a better view.
The dress was also cut up the sides so that she flashed her shapely slim thighs when she
walked.
She was wearing a pair of matching pumps that showed off her trim ankles.
As she sat down she seemed a bit on the impatient side. I was still setting up the tape
recorder and she was in a hurry to get down to business.
She wasted no time getting back to her story. It seemed as if she couldn't talk fast
enough. She apparently needed to get her confession off of her chest.
The second I turned on the tape recorder she began.
I really want to tell you about me and Nathan – he's my cat, remember?
This must have been the longest week of my life, Doctor.
I'm really sorry that I got too tired to finish last time.
I feel as if there is a great weight on my shoulders.
And I can only get rid of that weight by confessing what I have done.
I first got kinky with our pet cat about a month ago – and I have been doing it as
frequently as possible ever since.
It was a Saturday morning. My father was off on a hunting trip with his buddies and
my mother was spending the weekend at my Aunt Harriet's house.
That meant that I was going to be alone with the cat for the whole weekend.
I knew as soon as I heard how long I was going to be alone that something would
happen.
Did I mention that I'm an only child? I am. So there was no one to interrupt me no
matter what I wanted to do. I fixed myself a bowl of cereal and sat on the living room
couch watching cartoons.
Nathan was asleep at the other end of the couch, curled up in a ball. His fur is darker
than my hair – he has a reddish or maybe an orange tint, to his fur. He is the softest,
cuddliest pussycat you could imagine.
When I had finished my cereal I slid down to the other side of the couch so I could pet
and scratch the cat. Nathan woke up and rolled onto his back. I could see that he had
an erection.
Boy, was I horny.
My nipples were hard and my pussy was swollen. That had been happening a lot since I
first gave myself an orgasm. I found that I was masturbating daily. I found that I
couldn't get to sleep at night unless I made myself come.
I could feel the pussy juices pooling at the base of my slit. I was still wearing only my
nightgown – which I had slept in. I never wear a bras – and I wouldn't sleep in one if I
did. I was wearing a pair of pink bikini panties under my nightgown and I knew that it
wouldn't be long before the crotch became wet and sticky with the juices that spilled
from my slit.
I decided to get naked.
I pulled my nightgown up over my head and tossed it over my shoulder carelessly
without bothering to look where it fell. The nightgown ended up behind the couch –
which was an annoyance later when I had to remove all evidence of my activities.
I stood in front of the couch. I could feel my chubby little toes gripping at the pile of
the rug. My living room has wall-to-wall carpeting. The rug is shag. It is a dark red
color – very similar to the color I paint my long fingernails and tiny round toenails.
I hooked my thumbs under the elastic at the top of my pink bikini panties. I wiggled
my round ass from side to side as I pulled them down and sighed as they slipped out
from between my swollen outer cunt lips. I knew that my natural lubrication would
soon be rolling down the insides of my milky white thighs like fruit juice spilling from
an over-ripe and split peach!
I pointed my toes as I pulled my panties off. I remember exactly which pair of panties I
was wearing that day. They were the ones with the little red hearts on them.
I pressed the wet crotch of my panties against my nose and inhaled deeply.
"Ummmmmmm," I said, pressing my lips together.
I sat naked on the rug in front of the sofa. I would have sprawled on the couch, but I
was afraid of leaving a stain – if you know where I am coming from.
I picked up Nathan and held him to my breasts. The little guy was purring sexily and I
loved the way his soft fur felt against my burning nipples.
"I'll bet you a virgin, aren't you fella?" I said. I made a purring sound in my own
through like this (demonstrates). Then I placed him on the rug and rolled onto my
belly. I had my legs stretched out straight behind me. The tops of my feet were on the
rug. My toes were clutching at the balls of my feet. The rug was very soft, even against
the parts of me that were particularly sensitive. I rolled the pussycat over on his back. I
could see his little kitty balls. I just had to find out what his red cock and furry balls
tasted like. Nathan loves me a lot, so I knew he wouldn't scratch me, even if I did start
messing with his private parts.
I parted my lips and stuck out my tongue. I stuck it out as far as I could get it and
made it as pointy as possible at the tip. I placed the tip of my tongue on his scrotal sack
and began to flick back and forth, lightly and quickly.
Nathan obviously enjoyed the way this felt. I could tell that he liked the idea of me
kissing him between his hind legs. I began to lick at his balls more enthusiastically.
I found myself switching to the flat part of my tongue. I lapped at his swollen testicles
until the entire scrotal sack was drenched with my saliva.
My salivary gland – beneath my tongue was going berserk as I felt his balls throbbing
against my sexually aroused tastebuds. My mouth was watering with my lust – just like
my cunt!
I was drooling on the pussy cat – but Nathan didn't mind.
I could see his wet red cock working further out of it's furry sheath.
He had an erection.
Nathan had a full-fledged kitty boner at that moment.
I placed the tip of my tongue on the base of his swelling cock.
Nathan purred loudly and let out a meow of pleasure.
I worked my fingers in between his cock and his belly.
I had my palm turned upward toward the ceiling of the living room.
I curled my fingers just a little bit. I cradled his dick.
I lifted the tip away from his furry belly about an inch.
My tongue flicked all the way from the base to the tip.
I licked at his cock with the flat part of my tongue – as if it were an all-day sucker. I
could feel his kitty cock getting very hard. That red dick was as hard as a rock. I could
tell instinctively, in the back of my mind – that I wasn't going to have to suck that cock
for very long before he would serve with a hot meal of cat come.
I parted my lips and wrapped them around the tip of his cock.
I began to suck immediately – with a smooth, steady draw.
I drew in my cheeks until they were hollowed from the vacuum I was creating in my
oral cavity.
The pussycat was meowing very loud. His hind quarters started to move up and down
instinctively. The I could feel the shaft of his prick begin to spasm and convulse against
my lips. I slid my mouth down the shaft of his cock until I had them gripping securely
at the base – where it disappeared into the furry sheath.
I could tell that he was about to shoot his wad. I found my curiosity was great. I needed
to know what his come tasted like. I needed to know what texture it had. I wanted to
know how much of it there was. I wanted to know how hot it would be. I wanted to
know how it would feel slithering down my gullet. I knew that I had less than a second
to wait and I would find out the answer to all of these questions. The pussycat let out a
loud cry of pleasure and all of a sudden my mouth was filled with his cream. It was so
hot that for a second I thought it was scalding my tongue and the sensitive membranes
of my cheeks. I kept my tongue busy as I sucked the cat off. I licked enthusiastically as
I sucked him. I could feel his pleasure. I felt as if we were communicating in a way that
most people and animals can't. I felt like I had turned into a cat – rather than believing
that he had been transformed into a human male. I began to swallow down his kitty
fuck juice as fast as I could so that none of the stuff would drip out of my mouth. My
smooth milky white cheeks were puffed out. I could feel the come rolling like raw egg
whites down my throat on its way to a warm spot that was forming in the pit of my
stomach. I had read that a human male's come is almost one hundred percent protein –
and is actually very good for a little girl like me to drink. I had no reason to believe –
and I still don't – that the same was not true of pussycats. I sucked his cock and
massaged his balls with my delicate feminine fingertips until no more thick hot tasty
cream shot out of the tip of his red engorged cock. Nathan fell still on his back on the
rug and I could tell that he was savoring the relaxation of his post-orgasmic afterglow.
I could tell that the cat was feeling just fine.
I could still taste the salty – and kind of fishy-come lingering on my tongue. I thought
that his sperm tasted wonderful. I knew that I would want to suck the cat off again and
again. I pulled my mouth off of his dwindling prick. I used my tongue to lick him
clean. The taste was so refreshing!
I suppose you can figure out what I wanted to do next – or perhaps I should say what I
wanted Nathan to do. I knew that the cat would not know how to make me come. I
had to think of a way to train the pretty kitty how to lick me where I needed to be
licked the most. Just thinking about how good it was going to feel when that rough
pink little tongue found my poontang had me super hot and bothered. I could tell that
any come Nathan gave me with his tongue would be a thousand times better than any
orgasm I had had while diddling my clit during my nightly masturbation sessions.
I snapped my fingers.
A lightbulb went on over my head. I leaped to my feet and scurried off into the kitchen
where I went to the cupboard next to the refrigerator.
There I quickly found what I was looking for: A huge jar of honey. I remembered that
Nathan loved honey and frequently licked plates clean after my folks and I had had
pancakes for breakfast.
I returned to the living room and sat on the rug. Nathan snuggled at my side. He was
sleepy. That was understandable. I always feel sleepy after I come too.
I opened the jar with my right hand and dipped three fingers into the sweet sticky stuff.
I decided to start with my nipples – which were naturally erect, hard as rocks, and
burning with my acute sexual arousal.
I rubbed the thick honey on my nipples. Nathan's interest perked immediately. He
knew that it was honey before he tasted it. I guess that he could smell it. Cats can smell
better than people. I can't remember ever smelling honey.
I sprawled on my back and offered my honey covered fingertips to the stud cat. Nathan
licked my fingers clean and I thought I was going to come right then and there as I felt
his rough pink tongue on my fingertips. The sensation reminded me of what a
safecracker must feel when he runs sandpaper over his fingertips so that they will be
more sensitive.
The cat licked my fingers until all of the honey was gone and then hopped up on my
soft flat tummy so he was in a position to cleanse my nipples in the same manner.
I found that it was next to impossible to keep the lower half of my diminutive torso still
during those moments of piqued anticipation.
Nathan lowered his head and began to lick the honey from my right nipple. My inner
and outer cunt lips were both thoroughly engorged with the blood of my arousal.
I couldn't believe how great it felt when the rough tongue ran again and again over the
pink, hard erection at the tip of my large breasts. When I lie on my back my tits flatten
out a bit, but not as much as you might expect. They still look like mountains with
pointy peaks when I am on my back – with the force of gravity working directly
against them.
My nipple grew very large and erect. I swear that Nathan knew he was giving me
pleasure. Everything would indicate that the pussycat was aware that he was returning
the favor I had paid him when I sucked his dick until he came.
When he was done licking one nipple he licked the other one clean. I was livid with my
bestial lust. I was squirming on the rug wildly. I gyrated my hips. I bucked up and
down with my ass. I could feel my natural lubrication dripping out of the base of my
pussy down into the crack of my ass. I could tell that I had already started making a
wet spot on the rug between my parted thighs. Nathan stopped licking when the honey
was gone and I quickly smeared some more on my nipples so he could do it again. But
after he had finished the second batch of honey I needed to get down to the real nitty
gritty. I scooped some golden honey onto my fingertips and smeared it onto my pussy.
I must have used half of the jar. I covered my pink slit all the way from the base to the
top with the honey. I wanted the handsome blonde pussycat to lick every nook and
cranny of my cunt. The cat quickly moved so that he was standing between my parted
thighs. I raised my knees in the air and clutched at the rug with my toes. I spread my
thighs as far as I could and pointed my knees at opposite walls of the living room.
Nathan began to lick at the very base of my pussy. His tongue scratched me first on the
inch long patch of mucous membrane between the base of my pussy and my asshole.
The cat then licked upward. I helped him by lightly placing my fingertips on the sides
of my vulva. I pressed into the hypersensitive flesh with my fingertips until it puckered.
I pulled my outer cunt lips apart as far as I could get them making my poontang look
like a slab of raw meat! The cat began to lick up and down the outer lips of my pussy. I
could tell that the orgasm he was going to give me would be far greater than anything I
had ever experienced. I could feel his rough pink kitty tongue on the outer edges of my
inner lips – which curl back naturally. My pussy is like a rose blossom in the
springtime. I suppose I will have to take on a real human male lover before my cunt
can be transformed into a full-fledged flower. The cat even licked in between my inner
cunt lips, and he scraped at my cherry a little. But then I pulled my own clitoral
foreskin upward. The only honey remaining in my cunt was on my clit. I could feel the
tension in my lower abdomen reaching the saturation point. I could tell that the ache in
my loins could get no worse. My womanly orgasm was approaching the point of
inevitability. I knew that I would have to concentrate as hard as I could on keeping my
hips still. If I began to buck up and down too violently I would scare the beautiful little
critter off – and believe me, Doctor, that was the last thing in the world I wanted to do.
He licked my love button.
I could feel all of my muscles tense.
I began to tremble.
I shook like a leaf.
"LICK IT HARDER!" I screamed. I swear the cat understood me perfectly. Like I said
before, I got the impression throughout the bizarre act that we had E.S.P. or something.
I felt as if he understood me perfectly. It was as if he knew he was giving me the same
sensations I had given him when I sucked his dick.
The pussy cat lapped happily at the center of my womanly pleasure and I could feel the
orgasm beginning.
"CCCOOOOMMMMIIIINNNNGGGG!!" I screamed out at the top of my lungs.
Somehow I kept myself from thrusting upward with my loins as my instincts were
telling me I was supposed to.
I could feel the massive explosions of pleasure beginning.
My back teeth were clenched when the orgasm first started.
But my jaw dropped slowly as the pleasure spread throughout me.
My mind was once again boggled by my own potential for pleasure.
I reached a brand new plateau of physical joy at that moment.
The pussy cat's tongue was driving me out of my mind with joy.
My mouth was open as far as if could go.
I flicked my tongue in and out of my mouth.
My muscles were so tense that I thought I was going to hurt myself.
Once again I could feel the concentric circles of pleasure spreading.
The physical joy filled my hips – yet I kept them still.
Nathan licked at my clit even after the honey was gone.
He knew.
I know he knew!
I could feel the liquid fingers of magic ecstasy rolling up my spine to the base of my
skull. When the pleasure made its way into my already reeling brain I began to wonder
if it were possible to pass out from pure pleasure. The room was spinning wildly. I felt
as if I only had a mind and a cunt – with no body in between. I was once again off on
a journey to a land where there was no time or space. I went to a new dimension where
all there was, was sensation. The Land of the Sensates, you might call it. Or else, you
might not.
I don't know if I can find the proper words to tell you my pleasure. I could feel a little
spurt of fluid coming from my urethra – my piss hole – directly below my clit. I knew
that the little spurt struck the pussycat in the face. But he didn't care. I learned that 
the reason he kept licking my pussy after the honey was gone was that he loved the flavor
of my cunt juice. I don't have to use the honey anymore. If I am all worked up and my
cunt is runny, Nathan will lick me down there. I guess I smell just like a female cat in
heat – which is what I am starting to think I really am.
I feel as if I have a feline soul.
I am trapped inside this human body.
My orgasm seemed to go on forever. I swear it did. I thought it was never going to
stop. As the cat licked the center of my womanly pleasure and I wailed through my
climax, I fondled my own breasts. I clutched my tits in the palms of my hand and I
opened my fingers as far apart as I could get them. I could feel my erect nipples
throbbing against the centers of my palms.
But all good things have to come to an end.
The same is true of even the best orgasms.
I finally felt my spasms and convulsions stop and I fell limp on the rug.
I was drenched with the hot perspiration of my exertion.
I could tell that my face was very red flushed with bestial lust.
Nathan pulled his pink nose out of my pussy the second I stopped trembling. It was as
if the stud cat knew that my clit was too hypersensitive to be touched during those
precious first few moments of my post-orgasmic afterglow.
The cat climbed up on my soft belly and stared at me. His eyes are almond shaped; as
green as emeralds.
I met his stare.
We understood.
My chest continued to heave up and down for a while after my come was over as I
struggled to replenish my supply of oxygen. I could feel the rate of my heartbeat
slowing to normal.
The pussy cat stood on my chest in between my tits and we kissed! Our tongues
actually came together – which gave me a thrill that hadn't even occurred to me. It was
the cat's idea.
When I had finally settled down to the point where I could think clearly I could feel a
savage burning in my asshole. I wondered what it would feel like to have the cat lick
between the cheeks of my ass.
I rolled backward as if I were going to do a somersault. I lifted my feet up in the air.
The cat hopped off of my chest. But he didn't go far.
The jar of honey was still nearby.
I scooped fresh golden honey out of the jar on my right fingertips. I rolled so that the
weight of my lower body was on the small of my back and my ass cheeks were up in
the air – but not too high. I didn't want Nathan to have any trouble reaching my
asshole. I pulled my ass cheeks apart as far as I could get them with my free hand and
smeared the honey all over my hot, hot asshole.
I could feel my tight puckered sphincter muscle opening and closing. I once examined
all of my private parts with a hand mirror so I know what I look like down there. My
asshole looks – to me at least – like a pink asterisk. I have a lot less pubic hair than
most girls my age. They say that that is a sign of a pure bloodline. If that is true then I
must be a pedigree! I have hardly any pubic hair at all growing down between my legs
– and what hair there is, is so light that it is almost invisible. The hairs are almost
white and very downy and soft. I only have two curls of blonde hair above and to the
sides of my clit rather than the inverted triangle of hair all over the mound like most
girls. I know from showering with the other girls in my high school gym class that most
girls have hair growing along the sides of their vulvas and in between the cheeks of
their ass. But not me. My outer cunt lips are completely bald and I am equally hairless
in between my buttocks.
I could feel Nathan getting his pink nose right up between the cheeks of my ass. It was
only a matter of seconds before his rough pink tongue was on my bung lapping happily
and enthusiastically at my trembling rectum. I could feel the puckered muscle at my ass
opening and closing. I guess it must have looked to the pussycat as if my nether eye
were winking at him!
Nathan licked me clean.
He rimmed me sensuously.
As was true when he licked my pussy, the cat kept licking my asshole even after the
honey was gone – just because he knew how much I enjoyed it.
The blonde cat deserved a reward so I cuddled him lovingly for a long time. I sort of
watched cartoons out of the corner of my eye.
I waited until I figured his passion could be rekindled and then I went down on him
again. This time I gave the cat pleasure more slowly. I wanted to make his sexual
arousal last for as long as possible. I knew that my own orgasms were better if my
arousal was brought to the saturation point slowly – so I naturally figured that the
same thing would be true of the cat.
I finally made him come for a second time but not until I had teased him mercilessly
until he was wailing as if being tortured. There wasn't as much come as the first time
but it shot out of the hole in the tip of his red kitty boner with greater fury – making
the feline fuck juice splash against the back of my throat.
Well, Doctor, there you have it. I think there must be something wrong with me. I
know that there are a lot of teenage girls with sex problems, but I can't imagine that too
many have problems like mine.
I don't even think I am human.
I have to wonder how I will ever be happy.
How will I ever learn to love a man – a real man.
I feel, as I have felt for a long time, that I will always prefer getting it on with Nathan
than I would with a guy.
You have to help me!


Conclusion

I have recommended that Candy come see me again. I think that the more she talks
about her problem the better she will feel about it. It is not as uncommon as Candy
might think for little girls her age to find initial sexual pleasure with household pets.
Because of their difference in size it is natural that Candy feel less threatened by
Nathan than she would by let's say – a boy in her high-school class.
As for her feeling that she was a cat in a former life I can only say that this too is liable
to fade away when Candy learns the pleasures of regular sex.
I have advised Candy to start dating. At sixteen she is old enough I feel to be in social
situations where she can express her affections toward human males physically.
I have not recommended that she begin a full-fledged sex life. If she feels that she is not
mature enough to handle intercourse, then I would certainly say nothing to discourage
that feeling.
But I do think it is important that she had physical contact with boys, no matter how
innocent. She is an only child and has no doubt had limited social contact with males.
The only male she has been exposed to with any regularity is her father and – naturally
she stifles any sexual attraction she might have toward him.
I think that going to dances and parties and yes, even necking with boys will help her
forget about her cat fetish. I feel that she is adequately upset about her odd sex life for it
to be stopped justifiably. I have made her promise that she will not have sexual relations
with her furry pet anymore.
It is a scary world when you are a sixteen-year-old girl. Candy feels that she is
prohibitively naïve. I think she needs to realize that her confusion about boys and sex is
normal.
As she ended the second interview I noticed that there tears in her eyes.


Case History 2
SUBJECT: Samantha S.
AGE: Sixteen
Interview 1


Samantha was a country girl. I sensed a rural aura about her the second she first
entered my office very close to the end of last summer.
The little girl was tall – about five feet seven inches – but she was full figured, and
appeared older than her real age, at least to me.
She was wearing a loose fitting flowered dress that came down past her knees, brown
flat shoes, and white ankle socks. She seemed very frightened when I first saw her.
Samantha had chestnut colored hair that fell in thick waves down over her shoulders.
Her face was oval shaped and her eyes were very green. Her nose was straight and thin
– a little pointy at the tip. Her nostrils were oval shaped also, and I could see that they
flared wide whenever she was excited about something.
Her breasts were large, round and firm. They rested high on her chest and put a stress
on the cottony material of her brightly patterned dress. The dress was gathered at her
middle by a cloth belt that matched.
Her mouth was full and I could see on the rare occasions when she smiled that her
teeth were perfectly straight and pearly white. Her nails were long but unpolished.
She seemed quite intelligent. Samantha spoke slowly and her voice had a rural twang. I
could tell that she was going to look very much like she did at sixteen for many years.
She sat demurely in the easy chair across from my desk. Samantha seemed constantly
aware of her posture. She walked and sat as if she were balancing an invisible book on
top of her head. She sat with her shoulders back and her chest distended, which caused
her breasts to rest higher on her chest than they would have normally.
She spoke very quietly at first – and several times I had to adjust the position of the
microphone mounted on top of my desk to make sure she was being recorded properly.
Samantha did not like the idea of being recorded on tape. It was only after I explained
the meaning of complete confidentiality did she loosen up and begin to tell her tale of
incest and bestiality.
I am the youngest child in my family. I have an older brother named Larry. He's
eighteen. He already graduated from high school and everything.
We all – Larry, me and my Mommy and Daddy – live in a big farm house just outside
the little town of Rushdale, New York : Rushdale is up state. It's about fifteen miles
south of Rochester. I'm sure you have never heard of it. It is really no more than a
crossroads. The town was built at the junction between the Geneseee River and the
Oatka Creek. All of the houses are painted white with green trim and all of the narrow
streets are lined with mature poplar trees, so the streets look like green tunnels in the
summer time and in the autumn the lawns are covered with those little brown cigars.
My family lives in a big house about a half mile south of town. The river runs out back
of our farm. We have a big red barn out back with a silo and everything. We have a
menagerie of farm animals – which I mention because they are directly involved with
my story.
I guess I should start at the beginning. My problems started about six months ago when
my Mommy and Daddy went away for the weekend – which left Larry and me alone in
the house.
Ever since I can remember my brother has been mean to me. I guess when he was two
and I was born he assumed that I was to be his plaything – and nothing much has
changed since then.
I think that both of my parents like Larry more than they like me. They know that he
mistreats me – but I can't remember him ever being punished for it.
I guess it was only a matter of time – as my brother Larry and I got older and more
mature – before his abuse manifested itself sexually.
It was on a Friday night after my folks left. They were spending a "second honeymoon"
at Niagara Falls. For me, the weekend was to be a horrible nightmare. You will have to
believe that every word of my story is true. I assure you, Doctor, there is no way I could
possibly have made any of this up.
It was Friday night and I was alone in my bedroom with the door shut. I remember I
was laying on my belly in the center of my bed reading a magazine. My feet stuck up in
the air and my ankles were crossed. I was wearing nothing but my pink nightgown and
a pair of fluffy pink slippers.
The door burst open – I would have locked it but it didn't have a lock – and my
brother stood in the doorway. He is a huge guy. He stands well over six feet tall and he
weighs more than two hundred pounds. I am a large girl and he makes me look like a
common pygmy!
I rolled over on my back and looked at him. I felt fear. I could feel the palms of my
hands getting moist. I could feel the rate of my heartbeat increase. I could feel it
become increasingly difficult to breathe. I could tell by the expression on his face that
he had something sadistic on his mind. But there was something different about the
look on his face – something that I had never seen before. It took me a few seconds
before I realized what it was – incestuous passion!!!
"What do you want?" I asked. I tried to make myself sound annoyed rather than
frightened, but it didn't really work H could hear my voice come out more high-pitched
than usual as the tenseness in my throat muscles squeezed at my vocal cords. My voice
box was altered. I could feel the little chestnut colored hairs at the nape of my neck
standing on end.
"I thought that you and me might like to play as long as we got the house to ourselves,"
Larry said. His eyes are green like mine. At that moment his emerald orbs were on fire
with desire.
"Leave me alone. I want to be left in peace. The only thing I need now. Larry, is a little
peace and quiet," I said. He didn't move. He had his boots planted firmly on the floor a
little more than shoulder width apart. His shoulders were back and his chin was tilted
upward. His stomach was sucked in and his thighs were parted. I could see a huge
bulge in the crotch of his tight faded blue jeans that I had never seen before. Larry
looked as if he had put on three socks that morning.
"No, Samantha, I don't think you heard me right," he said. He is so confident. So
superior. "I said we are going to play and that means we Eire going to play."
I could tell that there was no way I was going to talk him out of it. I tossed my
magazine to one side. It struck the floor and slapped as it scuttled toward the closet.
"Okay, we'll play. What kind of game did you have in mind?" I asked. My brother
turned up one corner of his mouth. It was a inward half-smile of amusement. I could
tell that his evil mind was filled with particularly naughty thoughts. I guess I would
have put up more of a struggle – except for one thing. I was feeling damn horny
myself. I was a virgin, and I was getting hornier every day. I had been touching myself
a lot in an impure manner – if you know what I mean. I had been waiting and praying
and hoping and wishing that one of the handsome Rushdale boys would want to be my
boyfriend – but up until that point I had had no luck. I knew that incest was wrong –
one of society's strictest taboos in fact – but I didn't care. Larry and I were alone. We
only had to follow our rules. Or I should say his rules. He pretty much orders me
around at will. Like I said, things had always been that way, so it seemed kind of
natural that I would one day become his sex slave.
"I want to see your tits," Larry said. I could see the bulge in the crotch of his faded tight
blue jeans getting larger. I think I could actually see it throbbing.
"I don't know if we are supposed to be doing this Larry."
"Who asked you? Get naked. I want to see your pussy too."
"Oh, okay, if you insist," I said. I actually wanted to get naked very badly. I liked being
looked at as a sexual animal. Up until that moment everyone in the whole wide world
had treated me like a little girl.
I pulled my pink nightgown up over my head and tossed it to the floor next to my bed.
I kicked off my fuzzy pink sneakers. I lifted my ass off the bed so I could slip my
panties down over my curled toes.
My brother licked his lips lewdly with the tip of his tongue and I could see his yellow
teeth as his smile broadened. He began to unbutton his shirt.
He pulled his shirt back over his shoulders. I knew that he wasn't going to stop
undressing until he was as naked as me. I knew that I was going to get to see a male
erect penis for the very first time in my life. I could feel myself start to pant.
I could feel my pussy flesh starting to swell – just like it did when I made myself come
by touching myself sown there. I could feel my cunt flesh getting all wet and slippery
with my natural lubrication. I could feel an ache forming between my legs. Larry stood
at the foot of the bed and stared at my big tits. I spread my legs for him so he could see
my pink slash.
Larry kicked off his shoes.
His hands went for his belt.
He unbuckled the brass buckle.
Larry unbuttoned the single button that held the tops of his pants together.
He kicked off his boots and pulled off his socks.
He then pulled his fly all the was to the bottom.
He hooked his thumbs under the tops of his jeans and the elastic to his white cotton
underwear at the same time so he could pull them down simultaneously.
He yanked down his drawers and his cock came popping out like some kind of horny
jack-in-the-box. My eyes went wide. They felt like they were bulging. I forgot to blink
for a long time.
I stared with awe. I couldn't believe it. It didn't take me long at all to figure out that his
erect penis was a lot bigger than I thought it was going to be. I had grossly
underestimated the size of aroused male genitalia. He was huge.
My brother's cock had to be at least nine inches long and it was thicker than my wrist.
He pulled his pants and underwear over his bare feet and stood at the foot of the bed
with his hand on his hips. His fingers were together and pointing downward toward the
floor of the bathroom.
I could see the entire length of his cock bobbing up and down. I could see that his cock
was thickest at the head. His glans was fully engorged with the blood of his arousal.
I could feel my cunt getting all running with my own growing incestuous lust. His cock
head was a deep purple color. It was shaped like a mushroom.
I tried to imagine my inner cunt lips opening far enough to take that cock. It wasn't
easy. I could tell that I would have to stretch painfully. But thinking about the pain
only made my horniness get worse. You figure it.
The skin that covered the throbbing head of Larry's cock was stretched thin and very
smooth. That skin appeared to be as smooth as a pane of glass.
I would have thought that the head of his cock would have exploded if another drop of
blood tried to pump its way inside. I could see the little hole in the center of that glans.
I knew that this was the hole where both his semen and his piss emerged. I could see
that the hole had little lips on either side of it which I thought made it look like a
mouth. The hole was opening and closing so it looked like the nether mouth was trying
in vain to speak. His cock snapped upward toward the flat muscular plain of Larry's
belly with increasing fury. The tip came ever-closer to slapping him in the stomach.
The tip would have struck him well above the bellybutton if that contact had been
made – which gives you an idea of how long his cock was – and is! The shaft of his
cock was not quite as thick as his cock but it was just as hard – as hard as granite! The
stem of the pole was a lighter shade of purple. As the tip of his lance snapped upward I
found myself looking at the underside of his cock, which was lined with swollen blue
veins. The veins protruded and ran all the way from the base of the stem to the ring of
scar tissue at the base of the head. They made his cock look more like an angry weapon
than an instrument of love making which is no doubt how Larry thought of it. I could
feel the ache in my cunt getting worse by the second.
I looked down below the shaft of his cock to the huge bag that dangled between his
thick, muscular parted thighs. I knew that this was the sack that held my brother's
testicles.
It-like his cock was a lot bigger than I thought it was going to be. I could tell there was
no way I could clutch the entire bag in my hand at the same time – no matter how far
apart I spread my fingers. I could tell that the scrotal sack was filled to the brim with
his hot sticky come. His balls appeared swollen and they rested heavy at the base of the
sack which is why the bag hung so low.
There was a thick patch of brown pubic hair above the shaft of his cock.
There were even short and curlies growing out of the sack.
Larry has very broad shoulders. I'm not kidding. Wow.
He has thick slabs of muscles across his shoulders and back.
His chest is broad and muscular as well.
In spite of the girth of his upper torso, Larry's waist and hips are very slim.
He is shaped like a triangle point down – if you don't count his legs.
His thighs are very thick. Almost as thick as my waist.
His legs are long. His hands and feet are very large.
And the same could be said of other parts of his anatomy as well.
Larry reached down and grabbed the base of his cock in his right fist.
I heard him moan as he gave that log a couple of quick squeezes.
"You are gonna be my sex plaything," he said with a sneer.
He curled his upper lip with unadulterated sadism.
I knew that it was supposed to hurt the first time a girl got fucked. Larry knew that too.
I could tell by the nasty expression on his face that he was looking forward to the pain
he knew he would cause me.
"Be gentle," I said.
"Sure."
He wasn't exactly sincere.
He pounced on me and pinned my shoulders to the bed. The full weight of his upper
body was on my chest for a moment, making it very difficult for me to breathe. He
began to kiss my face – my mouth. Our tongues came together. I shivered. I felt goose
pimples on my thighs. I could feel my cunt juices rolling out of the base of my slit. I
could feel my inner and outer cunt lips reach full engorgement. I could feel my clit
swell and poke out from under its foreskin at the top of my slit. I could feel the entire
length of his cock pinned between our bellies. I realized how deep inside my belly the
tip of his cock would have to go if my inner cunt lips were ever going to struggle to
grip at the base. He was going to impale me with that cock. I could tell. He was going
to push that dick all the way through me, and I was going to feel like a butterfly on a
pin on display under glass. He was going to touch me in places that I had never been
touched before. No. I take it back. He was going to touch me. in places I didn't even
know I had!
Larry rolled his tongue around in my mouth wonderfully.
Doctor, I had never been kissed like that before. Never.
I could feel my breasts being pressed flat against his muscular chest.
I could feel my hard, erect nipples throbbing against his skin.
My breathing was getting very short and rapid with my lust.
My incestuous lust!
I strained to get my legs as far apart as possible.
I placed the balls of my feet flat on the bedspread and raised my knees.
I squeezed at the sides of his slim yet powerful hips.
I wrapped my arms under his so my hands were on his back.
I began to scratch lightly between his shoulder blades.
Larry sucked my tongue so I could feel a tugging at the roots.
My salivary gland was rapidly secreting my hot spittle.
We shared out saliva. We quaffed deeply on each other's spit.
The kiss lasted for a long time. Our lips were wet and slippery.
We were both very breathless with our incestuous passion.
I could feel my cunt juices rolling out of my cunt in a steady flow.
I could tell that I was lubricating my ass crack with the honey.
I could smell the scent of my womanhood wafting from that delta.
I could feel his pole of manhood throbbing against my belly.
Larry placed the palms of his hands flat on the bedspread.
He had one hand on either side of my head, his fingers apart.
He pressed down with his hands and lifted his upper torso.
Larry didn't stop arching his back until his arms were straight.
My brother lifted himself up on his toes and moaned.
He looked as if he were preparing to do push-ups on top of me.
I guess he was – in a way. My poontang quivered with anticipation.
My love button felt as if it would pop right out of my twat.
Larry lifted his loins so only the glans of his penis touched me.
I could feel his cock head pulsating against my lower belly.
His piss hole was touching me between my pubies and my navel.
Larry supported the weight of his upper body with his left arm alone.
He reached back and grabbed the base of his prick with the other.
First he gave the shaft of his dick a couple of quick squeezes.
Larry wanted to make sure he was as hard and thick as possible.
I could tell that he was satisfied with his experiment's results.
He immediately used his hand to guide the tip of his spear.
He ran the tip of his cock slowly up and down my swollen cunt flesh.
He rubbed my engorged clit with his piss hole for a moment.
He then pushed his cock head to the base of my slit.
Larry poised his glans at the mouth of my fuck hole.
He adjusted his hips so that the shaft was at the right angle.
I knew that Larry had gotten laid before this. I was not his first.
He was experienced. At least one of us knew what was going on.
The second he had his cock in place he began to push down with his hips.
I could feel the pressure increasing on my inner labia.
Then the lips that surrounded my fuck hole opened.
Boy did they open! They opened further than they ever had before.
The lips were stretched until they threatened to tear painfully.
I think they would have torn if he had been a fraction of an inch thicker.
I could feel my lips gripping at that humongous glans.
I could feel the tip of his cock pulsing against my cherry.
Larry took a deep breath and stabbed down viciously.
I heard a tearing sound between my legs and my cherry popped.
I screamed out with my vaginal agony. Tears streamed down my cheeks.
My cheeks were stained by the tracks of that saltwater.
My eyes became red and swollen. My eyelids felt made of sandpaper.
It hurt every time I tried to blink for a little while.
The pain shot up my spine to my brain. I felt blood.
I could tell the solution dripping from my cooze was crimson.
I oozed from my recently opened wound, but Larry did not stop pushing downward.
I could tell he wasn't going to stop until all nine inches of his cock was inside.
I was pleased to find that the sharp pain from my cherry popping only lasted a couple
of seconds.
It soon transformed into a dull ache – which blended perfectly with the ache of desire I
was feeling.
But my cunt was shriveled and closed from lack of use.
Larry had to pry it open – with his cock head as his only tool.
His prick moved in deeper only a fraction of an inch at a time.
Yet I felt a magic spot inside me, and I could tell that something incredible was going
to happen when he touched that spot with his tube steak of masculinity.
I could tell that; my brother was going to make me come in a way that I had never
come before. I could tell that being fucked was going to be a thousand times better than
touching myself.
The handsome muscular boy drove hard into me again and I could feel his bulbous
cock head crash again the dimpled cervix at the top of my cunt. He banged hard into
the mouth of my womb. At that moment I had the first deep-vaginal orgasm of my life.
I could tell right away that it was going to be shorter and sharper than the others I had
experienced. But like the others, it was going to spread to fill my entire body. I think
the best thing about the new kind of orgasm is that I could tell it was only the first of
many I could have during the course of the fuck.
I could feel the tip of Larry's prick against the back wall of my vagina. There were still
several inches of stem at the base to be pushed inside.
I could tell that I was going to be filled to the brim with my brother's pulsating meat. I
could feel the tip of his cock lodged and throbbing against some spot incredibly deep
inside my belly.
Both the side wall and the back wall of my cunt were stretched to full capacity. Larry
managed to get the whole thing in. I lifted my feet from the bedspread.
I curled my toes under and pointed them at the ceiling. I straightened my knees while
still hugging at the sides of his slim yet powerful hips with the smooth insides of my
thighs.
I made a perfect vee with my legs for a second. Then I bent at the knees and turned my
feet inward. I crossed my ankles at the small of his back. My knees were pointed
outward. In this manner I hugged him with my arms and my legs simultaneously.
He kept pushing down with his hips even after his cock was all the way in.
He gyrated his hips.
His ass muscles were tight.
His buttocks were clenched.
He ground his pubic bone against mine.
His cock was thick enough to rub my cit.
Then he began to fuck.
He pulled his cock almost all the way out of my pussy.
My brother then paused and took a deep breath-filling his lungs.
He grunted loudly and slammed down with his hips as hard as he could.
All nine inches of meat stabbed into me in one fell swoop.
My eyes bugged.
I thought my green eyes were going to come popping out of their sockets.
I had no idea my cunt could go from empty to full so fast!
I felt a lightning bolt of pleasure rip through my body.
I screamed with pleasure.
My cunt made a wet sucking noise.
I could tell that Larry wasn't going to have to do that too many times before I would
have the second come of the fuck. I could feel my internal vulva muscles squeezing and
tugging at his prick as he began to fuck with a smooth steady motion.
Larry used the entire length of his prick with each stroke and gyrated his hips so that
he stretched my inner cunt lips and the inner walls of my pussy in every possible
direction.
Larry rode my cunt high as he fucked me so he would give maximum stimulation to
the mouth of my womb and my love button sat the top of my slit.
Larry steadily increased the pace of the fuck as he went along and I had my second
orgasm – quickly followed by my third. Each was more intense than the one before it. I
could tell by the little sounds my brother was making in his throat that he wasn't going
to be able to fuck me for much longer. I could tell that he was getting increasingly close
to ending the act of incestuous passion by spilling his thick seed deep in me.
His cock got even thicker and harder during those precious moments before he blew
his wad inside my pussy.
I could feel my internal cunt flesh spasming around his cock – sucking him. I sucked
his balls dry.
He let out an animalistic howl. His cry of incestuous ecstasy reminded me of a wolf. A
beast of the forest.
The boy sounded as if he had been transformed into a werewolf and was paying his
homage to the full moon.
I could feel his hot and slippery spunk spew from the gaping hole at the tip of his
convulsing meatloaf.
I could feel that silver seed splashing wonderfully against the back wall of my writhing,
seething vagina.
And then the passion was over.
He collapsed on top of me.
We basked in afterglow.
We caught our collective breath and listened to our heartbeats return to normal. His
cock lost his urgent rigidity and he pulled out of me. I could see that he had blood on
his cock from my popped cherry. The blood had gathered most thickly in a ring around
the base of his dick. The force of gravity was starting to have an effect on his cock. I
could see the tip drooping. I figured he was done with me. I was wrong. I couldn't have
been more wrong if I tried.
"Now you and me are going out to the barn," Larry said.
"What are we going to do in that smelly old place?" I asked.
He smiled.
He grabbed some tissues from the night table beside my bed.
Larry wiped the blood off of his prick. I realized that I had some cleaning up to do as
well.
"I wanna watch you messin' with the animals," he said.
I knew that he would only beat me if I refused. So I nodded.
I wasn't looking forward to it at first. It got worse. I had no idea how sick and sadistic
my brother could be. He was going to use the lusty stud animals to carry out his
torture!


Interview 2

Samantha returned the following day to finish her story. She was in town specifically
for therapy so I thought nothing of it when she showed up with the same outfit on.
She seemed a lot more relaxed for her second interview. There was no fussing with the
tape recorder and the teenage girl wasted no time getting started. I got the impression
that she had been rehearsing what she was going to say during her night in between
interviews.
She spent a lot less time searching for words. She spoke rapidly and had finished her
tale of rural bestiality and incestuous S and M well before her allotted time was
through.
* * *
Hi, Doctor. I guess you must think I am a pretty sick little girl, huh? Well, I guess I am.
I suppose I have nothing to say today that will change your mind. If you think I am
sick now – well – wait until you hear the story I am going to tell.
"Should I put on my clothes?" I asked Larry. I was sitting up in bed wiping the blood,
natural lubrication and oozing semen away from my pussy and ass crack with a tissue.
"Just throw on some sneakers," Larry said. "I don't want you to get splinters in your
feet." He put his clothes on. I had to stay naked.
I got out of bed and followed him out of the house to the barn. I could feel my mind
racing in a thousand different directions at the same time.
"What are you going to make me do?" I asked.
My voice trembled.
My palms were wet.
My heart pounded.
I could feel tingly sensations in my loins and thighs.
"I figured the first thing I would make you do was suck off old Blue," Larry said. The
barn was dark. Larry searched the air with his right arm. He found the dangling string
and gave it a yank. A bare forty watt lightbulb went on, giving the barn a surreal
dimness.
"Blue?" I said. "That old pup. Do you think the dog can still get it up?" I could feel my
mouth watering. I was amazed at my own attitude. I was getting horny. Larry was
making me do disgusting things and I was loving every second of it. Sucking off old
Blue was going to be the fun part. Phase two of his plan was the painful part. You
aren't going to believe it. I am jumping ahead of myself.
The nine-year-old dog had been curled up asleep at one end of the barn, next to the
stall where we kept our stallion. The bam reeked of horseshit. The dog got to his feet
sleepily the second the light went on. He lowered his head and wagged his tail as he
approached me. The dog poked his nose at my bare knee and I reached down to scratch
him behind the ears. He was a mutt. We weren't exactly sure what kind of dog he was.
He was just a dog. A frumpy old dog. I loved him a lot, and I suspected he was a virgin.
I could see no harm in giving the friendly pooch a little pleasure. I guess it would have
been nicer if Larry hadn't hovered over us the whole time chuckling to himself
sadistically. I rolled the dog over on his back and got down on my hands and knees on
the floor. I gathered up some straw and placed it close to use so my skin wouldn't have
to scrape against the rough wood floor as I gave the family pet some loving head. I
scratched along Blue's ribcage and down to his loins. I rubbed along the sides of his
furry cock lovingly.
I could see the tip of his red prick emerge from the furry sheath. I could tell that the
dog was getting sexually aroused by my caresses. I could tell that it wouldn't be very
long at all before the pooch had a full-fledged boner. I lowered my head and allowed
Blue to lick my face. I parted my lips and offered my tongue so we could touch our
tasters together – just as Larry and I had before we fucked in my bedroom only
moments before.
I kissed his chest and his loins. Then I stuck my tongue out again and began to lick his
balls. His balls were huge for a dog's. I flicked the tip of my tongue lightly and quickly
all over his scrotal sack. I could hear the dog makings whimpering sounds. His superlong 
tongue flopped over his lower teeth and dangled out of his mouth. His paws stuck
up in the air. I used the flat part of my tongue to lick the base of his balls, and then I
licked him between his doggie nuts and his canine asshole.
The red oozing cock worked a full four inches out of the furry sheath at the base. His
erection throbbed on his flat tummy. Even though he was an old dog he was in shape.
There wasn't an ounce of fat anywhere on him.
I licked at the balls until they were all wet and drippy. My mouth was watering. I loved
the scent of the barn all of a sudden. I wanted to be an animal. I decided right then and
there that I was sick of being a human being. I wanted to be Larry's dog! I placed the
tip of my tongue at the base of Blue's cock and I was surprised at how hard it was. The
prick was urgently erect. I could tell there was no more room for blood to pump into
that dong. I flicked the tip of my tongue back and forth. I worked my way toward the
tip. I used the tips of my long unpolished fingernails to scratch lightly at the sides 
of his canine genitals. Blue's whining and whimpering sounds became louder by the second.
I worked my fingers in between the shaft of his crimson prick and his flat belly. I could
feel my own pussy begin to respond. My afterglow had faded. The warm contentment I
had felt after my very first fuck had been replaced by a rekindled passion. I could feel
the blood pumping downward in my body. My pussy got very wet once again with a
fresh flow of natural lubrication. I had my back arched. My knees were as far apart as I
could get them on the impromptu straw bed I had made for Blue and I on the floor of
the barn. I had my head low. My tongue on his cock. I was supporting the weight of
my upper body with my elbows so I could caress the lower half of the dog's torso with
my hands. I could hear Larry panting behind me.
I curled my delicate fingers under Blue's red cock and lifted the tip away from his furry
flat tummy. I parted my lips. My lips and my tastebuds were tingling. I cradled his
doggie dick. I licked from the base of his cock to the tip with the flat part of my tongue.
Then I put the head of his cocks in my mouth and rolled my tongue over the tip. I
flicked the tip of my tongue rapidly back and forth across the little hole at the tip of his
cock. Blue began to buck up and down wildly with his hips. I guess that his canine
instincts had taken over. He couldn't help but move his cock as if he were fucking a
bitch – just like the dog could not help but scratch at himself with his hind leg when
you tickled him at the base of his ribcage.
I began to suck his cock.
I wrapped my lips tightly around his throbbing meat. I kept my tongue busy so I could
lick his dick and suck it simultaneously. I fiddled with his balls. I could tell that I wasn't
going to have to suck that red boner for very long before the old dog would shoot his
seed into my mouth. I have to admit that I was looking forward to his orgasm. I was
looking forward to finding out what that dog come tasted like. His hips bucked up and
down with increasing fury and I could feel his cock getting larger and harder as he
prepared to climax.
The dog let out a sharp bark and I could feel his molten lava shooting into the back of
my mouth. I began to swallow immediately. I cupped the palm of my right hand so I
could clutch his scrotal sack securely during the course of his come. I began to feel the
semen slithering its way down my throat. It had a bit of the barnyard in its flavor but I
thought it was delicious.
Larry laughed.
I pulled my mouth off of Blue's cock.
The dog was appeased but still panting.
I turned to look at Larry and was shocked to see that he had his pants hitched down.
His cock and balls were out. His dick was once again stiff. His cock was standing at
attention in front of his slim loins. It was once again a full nine inches long. I knew
what Larry wanted. He wanted to get a little of the same treatment as Blue. I smiled at
him. He pointed at his cock, just to make sure I knew what he wanted sucked.
I walked on my knees over to my brother. The dog trotted happily back to his corner
next to the stallion's stall. He curled up and promptly went to sleep. I'll bet the old guy
slept better than he had in years. I know that I always sleep really nice after an orgasm.
I began to kiss at the insides of Larry's thick thighs. I parted my lips so I could flick the
tip of my tongue in and out. I started down by his knees and worked my way upward.
I placed the fleshy part of my fingertips on the base of his balls and lifted them up in
the air. I bounced them up and down for a second as if I were trying to determine how
much they weighed. I lifted his balls as high as I could get them so I could turn my face
upward and get my tongue on the hypersensitive patch of skin between the b se of his
scrotum and his hairy, smelly asshole. Larry sighed with pleasure. His pants and his
underwear were down around his ankles. I placed the tips of the fingers on my other
hand against the base of his cock on the underside where the dilated blue veins were
throbbing visibly. I pushed the tip of his prick up and out of the way. I pinned his cock
against his belly. I licked at his balls first with the tip – and then with the flat part of
my tongue until the whole bag was wet and shiny with the hot spittle I spilled. I parted
my lips and made my mouth cottony soft. I sucked on each of his balls one at a time. I
could feel his prick throbbing harder than ever against my fingertips. The tip of his
cock was pressed against a spot well above his bellybutton. I placed the tip of my
tongue on the base of his cock and licked ever-so-slowly to the fleshy patch at the base
of the head, where the glans splits to make it resemble a ripe plum. The muscles in his
legs stiffened. Larry placed the palms of his hands on top of my head and worked his
fingers through my thick chestnut colored hair until he was pressing against my pink
scalp. He worked his fingers all the way down to the base of my skull and pressed his
fingertips into the muscles so hard that he was hurting me. I allowed his cock to come
away from his belly and rolled my tongue lazily over his huge glans until his cock head
too was covered with my slippery saliva. I was pleased to find that the stretched skin
that covered the head of his cock was just as smooth as it looked. I could tell that I was
going to have to open my mouth as far as I could to take his cock head. I concentrated
on relaxing the muscles in my jaw. I could feel my oval shaped nostrils flaring wildly as
I began to breathe exclusively through my nose. I wrapped my fingers around the base
of his pulsating lance shaft and, guided the tip of the cock toward my mouth. His spear
was so thick that my fingers did not make it all the way around the shaft without the
help of my long fingernails which pressed into the heel of my palm very close to the
inside of my wrist. I dropped my jaw. My mouth fell gaping open. Larry turned his
wrists so that his huge palms were covering my ears and my cheeks. He held my head
as tightly as he could. He rendered my head immobile. I could feel the corners of my
mouth being stretched back as he pressed his huge cock head into my waiting oral
cavity. I was careful to keep my tingling lips curled over my white teeth so I would not
bite him.
The last thing I wanted to do was cause my big brother any pain. I knew that he would
beat the shit out of me if I bit him.
I wrapped my lips tightly around the base of his head.
My tingling lips clutched at the ring of scar tissue there.
I kept my tongue as busy as I could and began to suck him.
I hollowed my cheeks with the vacuum I created.
I clutched as much of his scrotal sack as I could.
I parted my fingers and pressed snugly with the tips.
I could feel the fingernail on my middle finger work toward his anus.
I could feel the thick brown hair that surrounded his asshole.
I began to squeeze his testicles once for every beat of his racing heart.
In this manner I simulated his natural throbbing.
I realized that he was not content with this at all.
He was not satisfied with having just his glans sucked.
He began to push forward with his hips slowly. I panicked.
He was going to ram all nine inches of meat down my throat.
I tried desperately to relax the muscles along my gullet.
I tried very hard to keep my inevitable pain to a minimum.
But all of my efforts were completely in vain, Doctor. I could 
feel a fiery pain in my throat and I gagged horribly.
I felt as if I had been stabbed in the throat with a red hot poker.
I could feel fresh tears welling up in my green eyes.
My orbs once again felt red and swollen from my forced sobbing.
I managed to move my knees further back on the barn floor.
In this manner I straightened my long neck which was good.
That made the deep penetration of my oral hole more comfortable.
For both of us.
He pushed his dick all the way into my throat. Unbelieveable.
My lips struggled to grip at the very base of his awesome pole.
This was no blow job.
This was a face fuck!
Larry began to fuck my throat smoothly. My gagging stopped.
I gained control of my muscles, but it still hurt like hell.
I pushed my personal discomfort into the back of my head.
It didn't matter.
I told myself that Larry's pleasure was all that mattered.
I managed to keep my teeth off his prick the entire time.
My nostrils flared wildly. My pussy drooled. Oooh.
I could feel my natural lubrication rolling down my inner thighs.
My cunt' juices smelled like musk oil as they rolled hotly.
They were thick like honey as they lubricated my thighs.
"That's it, baby cakes. Take it all," Larry said.
He began to tremble.
The muscles in his legs tensed.
"SUCK! SUCK! SUCK!" he called out with abandon.
He pulled back with his hips so that only his cock head was in my mouth. I continued
to clutch his balls. I was glad that he had pulled back at the last second. I wanted his
come to shoot directly on my tongue so I would be able to savor the flavor.
His come exploded into my mouth. It was his seconds come of the night and there was
still a lot of semen left. That first blast filled my mouth to the brim.
I puffed out my cheeks and swallowed as hard as I could in a vain attempt to keep all of
his come in my mouth. I felt spunk ooze from my mouth's corners.
Larry let out another animalistic howl. He arched his back and tossed back his head so
he was facing the beamed roof of the red barn.
I could feel his thick creamy scum rolling down my ravaged throat. It soothed the flesh.
I figured I would have one hell of a sore throat – but I didn't.
I pumped his dick with my free hand.
I continued to fondle his nuts.
I sucked until his come was over and no more juice spurted from his piss hole. I pulled
my mouth off of his cock and stopped when my upper lip was still a fraction of an inch
from the swollen lips at the sides of his urethra. I could see by looking downward and
crossing my eyes that there was a string of semen bridging his piss hole and my lip. I
pulled away. The bridge broke. Half of the string of man come landed on my upper
tooth. The other half fell on the head of his dick. His cock deflated rapidly. Again I
thought I was through. Again I was wrong. Believe it or not, Doctor, the worst was yet
to come.
"Now you are going to let Flash fuck you," Larry said.
I was licking his cock clean as he said this and I stopped.
I felt the blood draining from my face. I could feel myself turning as white as a sheet.
Flash is a stallion. His cock has to be a foot long.
I feared the stud would tear me apart if he fucked me.
I screamed, "NO! I WONT DO IT!"
Larry calmly slapped me around until I could fight him ni more.
Larry was grinning from ear to ear as he pulled me to me feet. My cheeks were horribly
stained with the tracks of my tears. Some of those droplets had dripped into the corners
of my mouth and had gotten onto my tongue. They tasted bitter – as if they were filled
with the same hopelessness and despair I was experiencing in my belly and chest at that
moment.
Larry piled bails of hay at the far end of the barn. I was instructed to stand on one level
while leaning forward over the hay above. I had to stand with my legs far apart. Larry
told me I had to keep my knees straight so that my pussy would be as far off the
ground as possible.
I felt great fear.
I guess I have never been so frightened in my life.
Larry led Flash out of the stall and over to me. I looked back over my shoulder at the
blonde stallion at my rear. Flash was always horny. I had no doubt that the stallion
wasn't going to take long to figure out what Larry wanted him to do.
The horse sniffed my ass.
He whinnied and bucked up onto his hind legs. His front hooves crashed to the hay on
either side of my head. Larry was going to have to help the horse. He would have to
guide that foot long prick to my cunt.
I tried desperately to relax the muscles in my cunt so I could maximize the elasticity of
that flesh. I don't think it mattered one way or another. It was going to hurt like hell
getting fucked by that stud no matter how tense or relaxed I was. As it turned out I was
getting very horny. I found that there was a definite association between my fear and
my sexual arousal. My nipples were hard and erect. My pussy was a swampland of
juices.
Flash's prick was guided to my pussy. The horse's chest pressed against my back. His
beautiful head was above mine. The back of my head was against his neck. I could feel
my pussy opening. He was too big. I stretched until I tore. My pussy was bleeding for
the second time that night.
Even the pain from that ravaging made me feel hornier.
"DEEPER! OH FLASH! DEEPER INSIDE MY CUNT!" I screamed out at the top of
my lungs. I could feel my face turning as red as a beet. I could feel my eyes close as
tightly as they could.
My lips pulled back over my teeth. He was in me – almost all the way. He was
stretching me out. I felt as if I were having a baby – only in reverse sort of. The horse
blustered and whinnied ass he rammed deeper and I felt myself tear again, this time
way inside my belly. The stud naturally didn't stop thrusting until all of that huge horse
prick was in my cunt.
He knew no subtlety.
The stud was thinking only of his own pleasure.
I guess I must have smelled like a mare in heat to him.
He sure knew what to do with my pussy once he got in.
He began to fuck me as hard and fast as he could – right from the very first stroke. I
could see fireworks – just like on the Fourth of July – flashing across the darkness on
the insides of my tightly clenched eyelids.
The fuck didn't last for long. The horse came rather quickly.
But then again so did I.
My orgasm was such a rich combination of pleasure and pain that I could feel the
world spinning around me. I could feel myself getting very dizzy. I heard my own
screams – but they sounded far away as if they were coming out of the mouth of a
different little girl.
I passed out as I felt Flash shooting what had to be a quart of horse come into my
bleeding snatch.
When I woke up I was on the floor of the barn and Larry was splashing cold water on
my face.
I could tell that it would be a hell of a long time before I would be able to cross my
legs.
When I was conscious Larry helped me to my feet.
He almost had to carry me into the house. He took me to the bathroom and put me on
the tub.
He turned on the shower and left – I had to clean the blood away from my own crotch.
I know that sounds really sick.
But I still haven't told you the worst part.
I wanted to do it again.
So far I haven't gone out to the barn again – but I fear I might.
I find myself dreaming of the golden stallion and his foot long dick.
I know I am being masochistic – but if I wasn't masochistic I wouldn't have let Larry
abuse me all of my life.
I need help.
I'm afraid that I am going to do something that will really hurt me forever.
It's bad enough that Larry wants to hurt me all the time.
But now I feel like doing things that will hurt myself – even when my huge older
brother is not around.
I feel so hopeless!


Conclusion

Sexual masochists are difficult subjects to treat.
In most cases their problems are rooted in their past.
The events that lead them to therapy are mere manifestations of the problem.
Samantha has an inferiority .complex. She has felt like a second class person ever since
she was little. It may be too late to retrieve her feelings of self-worth, but that will
certainly be the object of her therapy.
Unfortunately she will not be treated by me – but I have referred her to a doctor close
to her home town of Rushdale, New York.


Case History 3
SUBJECT: Stacy T.
AGE: Seventeen 
Interview 1

Stacy had very dark skin when I first saw her. It was the end of the summer and it was
clear that she had spent a lot of time in the summertime sunshine. She was as brown as
a berry.
The little girl, who stood about five feet one and had slim hips, had pitch black hair.
Her hair was very long and dangled down to the small of her back. The hair was
perfectly straight and silky soft. It shone in the light of my private office. Looking at
Stacy from behind one would be positive that she was Oriental.
Her eyes were dark brown and very large. Those eyes were filled with expression. One
never had any trouble deciphering the little girl's mood. I could tell that she would
never be an actress. Thos eyes made her feelings transparent. She probably is not a very
good liar either. Her nose was very tiny – a mere button. It was turned up a little at the
tip. Her lips were full.
She was wearing a black button up blouse that was neat at the color. The shirt was
tucked into a pair of brand new dark blue designer jeans.
Her voice was deep and throaty for a girl. She sounded older than she was, but one
could not look at her innocent face without realizing that she was still a teen.
Her fingernails were long and curled under like claws. She wore cowboy boots. She
crossed her legs and leaned back in the easy chair across from my large desk as she
spoke.
I could tell that she was afraid. But I didn't think she was afraid of talking to me. I
assumed correctly that it was something else.
It didn't take the teenager long to tell me what it was.

* * *

I feel like I haven't slept in a month. I take cat naps every now and again – when I am
really exhausted – but I don't think I have had a good night's rest in ages.
I haven't been eating regularly either. I have been losing weight. I am a nervous wreck.
You've got to help me. My nerves are raw. I can't go on like this for much longer.
I can't get those dogs out of my mind. I can't close my eyes without seeing their bared
teeth and erect cocks.
I have nightmares – only they aren't really nightmares. They are just replays of
something that actually happened to me. You must think I am crazy. Let me back up
and tell you a little bit about myself so you will understand where I am coming from.
I live in the Greenpoint section of Brooklyn – which is very close to the Queens border
right on the other side of the East River.
I don't know if you are familiar with the area but it is very urban – like the rest of the
borough.
I was sixteen years old and I had never been in the country. I had only been out of New
York City proper three times in my entire life.
Once was when I went to a play in Nassau County – out on the Island, and the other
two were when I visited my aunt in Jersey City.
So you can imagine how thrilled I was when my Mommy and Daddy told me that they
were sending me to a coeducational camp for teens up in the mountains.
I was thrilled. I thought that the country was going to look like Central Park. I couldn't
imagine a place where you could walk for miles and not see any people.
It was like a dream come true. Little did I know that the dream was going to turn into a
nightmare – worse than anything I could have conjured up in my imagination.
The camp was called Camp Ballyhoo and it was close to the little town of Painted Pole,
in the Catskills.
I packed my bags and took the subway to the Port Authority where I caught a bus. Off
I went to the country. Naturally I had thoughts of romance in my mind. I knew there
were going to be a lot of boys at the camp and I was looking forward to a little action.
I don't want to make it sound like I was a slut or anything like that. But I do have
healthy desires, and I was certainly not a virgin. I had had three lovers by the summer
when I was sixteen, and all three had lasted for a couple of months. I just want to make
it clear that I wasn't into one-night stands. But I was certainly vulnerable to a sexy
glance from a hunky guy. I didn't know what sort of people went to camps like this one
– but I dreamed that they would be ninety percent men.
The country was wild. For a guy like you this must seem silly. But I was in the country
for the first time. There were many rounded mountains with trees covering them. Every
once in a while you would see a house, but other than that there were no people. All of
the people were crammed in one place by the ocean and I was one of them.
The ride to the camp sailed by. I didn't even talk to the sailor who sat next to me
drinking out of a bottle of booze he had stashed in his ditty bag.
He was good looking and all, but I was too busy looking out the window. I recognized
things from the movies and TV that I had seen, like mailboxes with little flags on them
and stuff like that. But mostly my mind was being boggled.
I had a brochure that told me how to get to the camp from the bus station. It was about
a quarter of a mile walk. I had to carry a lone suitcase.
I figured that hiking was common so I didn't get upset that there was no cab service.
That seems silly to me now. It never occurred to me that they wouldn't have taxis in
the woods!
When the bus arrived I bumped into about twenty people getting off with my suitcase.
It occurred to me too late that I could have checked my bag and had it carried in the
storage compartment beneath the seats. I rode the whole way to the mountains with my
feet on the damn thing.
I had my map in my right hand and my suitcase in my left as I stepped off the bus. sit
was a perfect summer day. There wasn't a cloud in the sky. I realized that I was a
couple of hours early.
I was wide-eyed with excitement and once on the toad next to this general store I
quickly determined which road led to my camp. It was the dirt road that led into the
woods.
Just as I was about to start my hike an old man with wrinkles all over his face came
limping out of the general store. He had a wild look in his eyes. I thought he was a
crazy guy. He didn't look dangerous or anything like that. He was too old and withered
to be crazy. But he did seem a bit off. There was an odd curl to his upper lip. His jowls
were covered with white whiskers. He was mostly bald. His scalp was sunburned and
peeling.
"Where you headed, miss?" the old guy asked. He talked funny. He talked sort of like
he was from the south, you know? I guess that's the way people in the country talk.
"Camp Ballyhoo," I said cheerfully. I saw no reason to be rude. He had sort of a smile
on his face. His eyes were a little crooked. They both didn't point in the same direction.
He limped closer to me. I think he was looking into my eyes but his gaze had a
disconcerting tilt toward the center of my forehead.
"You better be careful."
"Why's that?"
"Them woods is dangerous in this heat."
"I'll be careful."
"Don't wander off into the woods. You go straight to the camp!"
"I will!" I lied.
How I wish I had listened to him. I waved a friendly bye-bye and hefted my baggage. I
took large strides up the dirt road. The trees grew right up to the sides of the road. One
car couldn't get down the road without scraping at the trees. I found myself wondering
what happened if two cars approached one another in opposite direction. The dirt road
was decidedly one-laned.
But I felt myself getting horny.
My libido is to blame for all of my troubles.
I wasn't expected at the camp for two hours, and the truth of the matter was, I needed
to find out what the inside of a woods looked like. I had never seen one before, you
understand.
I walked about an eighth of a mile down the road and my willpower gave out. I stashed
my suitcase by the side of the road, so it couldn't be seen by any passers by and strolled
into the darkness of the forest. It was beautiful. There were spots that were so thick
with foliage that I couldn't even see the sky. I found a particularly nice spot where the
trees were all evergreens. The ground was a soft bed of dried pine needles. I touched
my fingertips to the bed to make sure it wasn't damp and sprawled on my back. There
were many birds flying from limb to limb overhead. The only sound was their singing.
My stalkers were silent.
I could feel my pussy aching.
My cunt lips were swelling.
My nipples were hard and erect.
I sat down on the bed of pine needles after stashing my map hastily in my hip pocket.
I began to stroke my nipples through the T-shirt I was wearing. I remember it was a
white T-shirt with a decal of my favorite rock group on it.
I pinched at my nipples through my shirt and then worked my hands up under the
shirt so I could caress my bare breasts. I wasn't wearing a bra. No one wears a bra.
I rolled my fingertips over the feminine erections and threw back my head. I was in
heaven. I could tell I was making a wet spot in the crotch of my panties.
I pinched and pulled at my nipples until they were as hard and long as they could get.
Then I opened my palms so I could cup my tits. My tits aren't very big, but they are
nice if you know what I mean.
I pushed my tits together and I could feel my clit buzzing – demanding attention. I
lifted my ass and tugged down my tight jeans and underwear. I parted my legs and
began to stroke the insides of my thighs with the tips of my long fingernails. I was
hornier than I had been in a long time. Maybe it had something to do with all of that
fresh air I was drawing deep into my twin lungs for the very first time.
I placed the tip of my right forefinger on my clit.
The ball of fiery flesh felt like it was going to explode.
My sexual tension was acute in my lower torso.
My pussy was drooling. I had brought a handkerchief.
I ran the tip of my finger up and down my pussy slit.
I massaged the outer lips and pushed them back.
I dug my finger down in between the tender cheeks of my ass.
I touched my asshole and rubbed myself there for a long time.
Then I thought I saw something out of the corner of my eye. Something black and
sudden. I snapped my head to one side to see what it was and saw nothing.
I was a little jumpy.
My heart pounded.
The old man's warning was like ominous foreshadowing in a horror film.
I pushed three fingers deep inside my pussy as far as I could.
I finger fucked myself until I was on the brink of womanly ecstasy.
I them paid exclusive attention to my love button at my slit's top.
I rolled the center of my womanly pleasure in a slow circle.
I diddled back and forth across the clit until I trembled and burst. I screamed out with
my pleasure as my vagina squirted juice onto my fingers.
I rubbed my clitoris against the base of my pubic bone. Hot. Very hot. I yelled and
fussed. What the hell did I care? I figured that there wasn't anyone for miles around to
hear me.
I felt the rushes of fabulous pleasure spreading to fill me. I felt one with nature. I felt
like taking off all of my clothes and running with abandon through the woods.
But I never got the chance.
Just as the spasms and convulsions from my orgasm were coming to an end I saw
something out of the corner of my eye once again – and this time I could not chalk it
up to my aroused imagination.
There was something there.
Something close.
Something watching me!
There was not just one thing – but four. And they all made themselves visible to me
simultaneously.
A pack of wild Dobermans. Their tongues hung out. Water dripped from the tips of
their incredibly long pink tongues.
They snarled and bared their teeth. I guess I have never been so frightened in my entire
life. I don't know how much longer I am going to be able to go on with this story.
I feel a little sick to my stomach.
Just thinking about it makes me really upset.
You are the first person I have told the entire story to.
It's hard putting all of those feelings of dread into words.
I was instantly drenched with cold sweat as the dogs moved closer.
I was prey.
Then I looked under their bodies and I could see that all four had boners. I mean their
cocks were long and hard. They had the biggest dog cocks I had ever seen – not that I
am an expert on the subject or anything like that.
I could feel my stomach tying itself up into tight knots.
Which is precisely what is happening to it at this moment.
My heart raced.
I thought I was going to faint. All four of them charged me at once and I envisioned
my flesh being torn brutally from the bone. Oh God!!!


Interview 2

At that point Stacy burst into tears. I was very concerned about her. For a moment I
thought she was going to vomit all over my wall-to-wall shag carpeting. She convulsed
with her head between her knees. Regaining her composure temporarily she grabbed a
tissue from her purse and pulled it to her face.; She excused herself and left suddenly –
no doubt in search of a ladies' room.
I called my receptionist on the intercom and instructed her to make a new appointment
with Stacy for as soon as possible – which turned out to be later that week.
It was autumnal outside the day of her second interview. She was wearing a black
turtle-neck sweater and the same bottoms she had worn for her first visit. She looked
even weaker and thinner than I had remembered her.
Her eyes were underscored from her insomnia.
But she seemed brave. Her tiny hands were clenched into fists as she plopped herself
down in the chair.
I could tell that she was determined to finish her story without breaking down again.
Very courageous.
Her voice shivered at points, but she kept her act together until she had finished her
tale of the vicious attack she had suffered from the wild pack of dogs in the woods in
the mountains.

* * *

I want to get right back to my story, Doctor. I don't think I have slept a wink since the
last time I was here. I was very embarrassed about the little fit I had the last time I was
here. I promise that it won't happen again.
When I left off the four savage dogs were charging at me and I was having visions of
myself being torn limb from limb. I figured they would each take a limb and yank until
I came apart. I didn't know what they wanted.
I guess I should have gotten the idea when I saw how large and stiff their dog cocks
were. The black Dobermans each had dicks that were as big as an adult human male's.
I think that a couple of those cocks were over six inches long. And they were thick too.
I don't know if they were mutants or what. For all I know all Dobermans are hung like
that.
They did tear at me, but it wasn't my flesh they were tearing. It was my clothes. They
worked as a team – as if the entire attack were well-rehearsed. I found myself believing
that they could communicate with one another – in some manner other than verbal of
course.
They tore my clothes right off of my body and they didn't stop until I was as naked as
the day I was born. And yet their teeth never sunk into my flesh. I was scared shitless
but at no time were they going to cause me any serious pain. That's the strange thing.
They weren't really sadistic animals – they just wanted to get laid. I guess you must
think that I have quite an imagination. I swear that I would never have been able to
come up with a story like this unless every word of it were true.
Two of the dogs pinned me to my back while a third got his nose between my legs. I
found myself opening my thighs. The dog began to lick at my pussy, which was still
wet and swollen from the self-induced orgasm I had had only seconds before.
The dog worked the tip of his incredibly long tongue in between my inner cunt lips. I
could feel physical pleasure surging through my loins. This part is weird too. In spite of
the horrible fear I was experiencing at the moment I could feel myself getting very
horny.
I guess that it was a blessing in disguise even though I have been punishing myself for
months because of the sexual pleasure I allowed myself to receive while I was being
raped. I imagine that they really would have hurt me if my pussy had not lubricated
itself. I don't know for sure – but I'll bet that it hurts like hell to get fucked up the
pussy with a six inch cock when the cunt is as dry as a bone.
I had to do some fast thinking.
I didn't know what was going on exactly but something in the back of my head told me
it would be to my best advantage to get on my hands and knees when the dog was
through licking my pussy.
I could feel the tip of the dog's tongue working deeper and deeper into my poontang. I
could feel the hole being licked out thoroughly. No man can eat pussy like that. The
tongue was incredible. I could feel the dog licking at the back wall of my vagina. I could
feel the long pink tongue roiling sensuously over the mouth of my womb. He was
lapping my natural lubrication up as soon as it was secreted, but replacing it with his
own drool.
The dog licked me out in that manner for a long time until I could feel myself at the
very edge of orgasm. The dog pulled his tongue out of my pussy and I quickly moved
to my hands and knees.
Doggie-style you understand.
I rested my elbows on the soft bed of dried pine needles.
I placed my knees far apart on the ground and arched.
I raised my ass up in the air so he could get at my pussy.
My thighs were parted to a perfect ninety degree angle.
I could feel my breasts swelling with my sexual arousal.
My nipples protruded from the tips of my perky breasts.
My tits looked larger at that moment than they did normally.
They dangled with the force of gravity in their favor.
I kept my head low and felt the dog licking at my pussy. He lapped at the entire length
of the slit, all the way from the base to the clit.
Then he mounted.
I could feel his front paws on the backs of my shoulders.
I felt the tip of his long pink tongue on the back of my neck.
I felt the tip of his cock touching me between my legs.
The dog thrust forward a couple of times with his haunches, but missed the mark. Then
he found the right spot and I could feel that huge doggy cock pushing its way into the
cunt.
My inner cunt lips opened to let the red pole inside. I could feel the tip moving closer
to a focal point of sexual desire near my dimpled cervix.
The dog pushed his cock all the way inside – as far as he could get it. I could feel my
inner cunt lips clutching the fur clump at the base of his canine erection.
I could tell that the dog was going to make me come.
I can feel myself blushing talking about it, Doctor.
You have to understand how embarrassed I am about it.
I could feel the dog begin to fuck in and out of the hole.
He fucked me as hard and fast as he could from the start.
From the very first stroke he plowed me at incredible speed.
The friction inside my burning cunt made me explode with joy.
Bliss.
Ecstasy!
But I never forgot about my fear. My fear was always there. But it was enhancing my
pleasure – working as a catalyst for my joy rather than stifling it.
I could feel the inside of my pussy begin to convulse.
My vagina was gushing plentiful natural lubrication.
My clit was going bonkers at the very top of my cooze.
The dog made me come as hard as any man I had ever known.
He pulled and pushed at my clutching inner cunt lips.
I could feel my lower torso fill with the orgasmic pleasure I could hear myself making
little gurgling noises in my throat.
I lowered my chest so that my nipples were touching the ground.
I crossed my wrists and rested my cheekbone on the back of my arm.
I bit myself as I felt the savage pleasure rip into my brain.
The dog was making wild growling noises as he plowed my pussy.
I could feel the canine dick getting thicker and harder.
My inner pussy walls had to stretch to take the girth of his lance.
Then the dog let out a fierce howl and rammed all the way in.
I could feel the spear spasm against my stretched membranes.
The dog shivered and made a blustering sound as he shot his wad.
I could feel the spunk splashing inside my writhing poontang.
I squeezed his cock with the muscles inside my hot vulva.
My cunt juices rolled thickly down the insides of my parted thighs.
When he was done the next dog mounted and repeated the process.
All four of the dogs fucked me in the woods that day.
And all four of them made me burst into a deep-vaginal climax!
Then they took off into the woods and were gone. I fell onto my belly and cried. I could
tell even then that my life was never going to be the same again.
I wept bitterly against the back of my arm. I could feel the four loads of dog semen
dripping out of my cunt onto the earth below me. I felt a glow.
In the middle of my humiliation was a glow.
Piercing through the fog of my degradation was contentment.
I guess that it only to be expected after four comes. I knew I was never going to be
happy ever again. I felt soiled, spoiled!
I couldn't even put on my clothes because they had been torn to shreds. I finally rose to
my feet and found my way back to my suitcase so I could put something on. It was a
long walk to the camp. When I got there some guy took me to a nurse, and I tried to
explain what had happened. They sent me straight home.
My folks have been worried about me – and for good cause.
You see, I never had the courage to tell them the whole story.
They know I was traumatized.
But they don't know how.
I really hope there is some way to erase my memory. Maybe hypnosis or something like
that. Do you know how to hypnotize people and make them forget things they do not
want to remember?


Conclusion

I did some research after my second visit with Stacy and I found that she was probably
telling the truth. There have been other reported incidents of girls being attacked and
raped by packs of wild dogs.
This is a classic case of trauma. The little girl has had something horrible happen to her
and she thinks that it will happen again. It is not as difficult to treat as it may sound.
I naturally explained to her that I would not be using hypnosis. Instead I plan to put
her through a program in which she will describe how she felt about things before she
was attacked. By forcing her to manifest her untraumatized feelings, I hope to help her
regain the freshness and the joy of her pre-attack outlook.
She also feels a great deal of guilt about receiving pleasure during the rape-a common
problem.


Case History 4
SUBJECT: Marlene T.
AGE: Sixteen
Interview 1

Marlene has reddish brown hair that grows in curls on top of her head. Her skin is very
fair and there is a sprinkling of freckles across her nose. Her eyes are large and round.
They twinkle when she is happy and can look very sad when she is sad. Her brown eyes
are rimmed by long curled lashes that blink sincerely as she speaks. Her nose is
smallish and straight and her tiny mouth looked to be in the shape of a heart.
The little girl sauntered into my office in early fall as if she were finely in tune with her
developing sexuality. She had a slight smirk on her face. She was, as we would have
called her as boys in my neighborhood while growing up, a hot number.
Marlene was wearing a button-up shirt with the top three buttons left unbutton. It was
chilly outside. If she wore a wrap she did not bring it into my private office with her.
The redhead sat with her legs crossed as she spoke and chain-smoked cigarettes. Her
voice sounded as if she were calm but her chain-smoking betrayed her nervousness.
Her full heart-shaped lips were painted bright red. By the time the interview was
through the ashtray on the little table beside her chair was filled with lipstick stained
butts.
She did not appear to have any freckles other than those across her nose. Her
complexion was blemishes and did not have the look of buttermilk to it, like many
redheads.
She spoke in a rather funny high-pitched voice. Her normal voice sounded like a
caricature of a "dumb blonde." She was breathy and throaty and tended to bob her head
from side to side when she spoke.
Her breasts were very large, and I got to see more of them than I was comfortable with
as she sat in the easy chair across from my desk.
As I mentioned, the top three buttons of her blouse were unbuttoned so I could see
much of the long, deep cleavage between her round milky white breasts. I could see her
nipples becoming hard and erect during the erotic portions of her story.
She was wearing a pair of tight black slacks that fit her perfectly. Her hips were round.
The pants were short at the ankles so I could see that her ankles were trim. She wore a
pair of black open-toed spike high heels that pressed her tiny toes together rather
severely. Her toenails were painted a deep red color.
Marlene started slowly, but once she got into gear she told her story of bestiality in
vivid detail. Her story-telling technique is of the "no-holds-barred" variety.
She squirmed a little near the end of the story – but I think that this was because she
was uncomfortable sitting still for so long instead of because she was uncomfortable
with the subject matter being discussed.
I sensed that she was a bit hostile toward the tape recorder at one side of my desk and
its attached microphone when she first began to speak. She did not like the idea of
having her deepest darkest secrets recorded. But I got the impression that she forgot
about the tape recorder after awhile – which might explain her increase in intimacy.
I found this subject to be very entertaining.
She showed that she was not above laughing at herself – and, indeed, her tale has
comic overtones.
Hiya, Doc! I got sent here by a teacher at school who says that I haven't been doing my
schoolwork up to my potential. It seems like some one has been accusing me of not
working up to my potential for a long as I can remember. I took an I.Q. test when I
was in the second grade and scored very high. Ever since people have thought that I am
playing dumb. I swear I don't do that. This is the way I am.
But I do have to admit that there have been some things on my mind a lot lately –
which may explain why my grades haven't been as good lately as they have been in the
past.
I guess I have been doing a lot of daydreaming lately. You are saying to yourself that I
am in love with some boy – which would explain everything. Untrue.
I am in love all right.
But not with a guy.
I am in love with a cat – an ebony puma to be exact.
Now you are sure that I am crazy and I might as well leave. No, no, no. I'll stay. Don't
get in a huff so fast. I am telling the truth. I am in love with this huge black cat. Bad
luck for some, maybe. That has not been my experience. Let me back up a little and
start from the beginning. Sometimes I think a lot of words come out of my mouth and
none of them make any sense. Have you ever felt that way, Doctor? No? Oh, well. You
are a doctor and I am a sixteen-year-old girl in love with an animal – I guess there are
bound to be differences between us.
I live on Staten Island. I am an only child. Both my mother and father work.
We are a middle income family. We live in a white neighborhood.
I have always wanted to be an animal doctor. For as long as I can remember I have
wanted to do that as my profession. I still feel that way – but I have to admit that my
perspective has changed.
It was the beginning of last summer vacation when my bestial tendencies first made
themselves known. School had ended and I had nothing to do. My folks give me a nice
allowance. I didn't really have to get a job. But I wanted to. I was experienced in the
Summertime Blues well enough to know that I would be bored shitless if I hung around
the house all summer. I could hang out with my friends every now and again, but I
thought it would be more fun to have a real job. You see, I had never had a real job
before. It only follows that I was an expert at dull summers.
I couldn't drive so I had to get a job that I could ride my bike to. I told my Mommy
and Daddy about my intentions and Daddy had a suggestion. We were all sitting
around the dinner table eating fried chicken. Daddy was wiping the grease off of his
fingertips with a paper napkin.
"Why don't you take on a job with Dr. Firpedder?" Daddy asked. The second his
fingers were wiped off he picked up the greasy piece of chicken he was eating once
again.
I felt silly.
"Who's Dr. Firpedder?" I asked. My own fingers were greasy too, but I had decided not
to clean myself off until I had finished eating.
Daddy smiled
"He is the young man who opened up the animal hospital on Dewey Avenue. I thought
for sure you had noticed it," Daddy said. He tugged at chicken skin with his teeth.
Mommy was busy eating. She wasn't about to talk while the flavor lasted.
"I did notice!" I said. "Are they looking for help there. What kind of a job would they
have that a little girl like me could do?"
"I wouldn't expect anything glamorous," Daddy said after swallowing. "Chances are the
best you will be able to do is get a job cleaning up and feeding the animals."
"But: still," I said enthusiastically, my eyes opening wide with my excitement. "It would
be great experience just being in that atmosphere. I would love being around the
animals all day."
"Why don't you ride down to Dewey Avenue and talk to Dr. Firpedder first thing
tomorrow morning?" Daddy asked. I thought that it was a splendid idea. I clasped my
greasy hands together in front of my tits and bounced up and down in my chair on my
round ass a couple of times before managing to sit still.
That night I was very nervous and it took me a long time to get to sleep. I think I
masturbated four times that night. There wasn't anything else to do – and besides, it
felt good.
I guess that I have been ruled by my libido ever since I reached puberty. I had these big
tits when I was thirteen so boys noticed me before they did other girls. I suppose my
Mommy and Daddy would positively croak if they knew how many boys I had been
out with.
I dressed in my nicest slacks and shirt and headed out toward the animal hospital at
quarter to nine. I wanted to talk to the doctor before he got too busy of course. I hadn't
called ahead of time or anything like that and I didn't want to annoy him.
The bike ride seemed to take a lot longer than usual, even though I was peddling my
little buns off to get there as quickly as I possibly could. I guess that my perception of
time was altered by my combination of dread and anticipation.
I parked my bike outside of the animal hospital and chained it to a wire fence. I took a
deep breath to steady my nerves and entered Dr. Firpedder was sitting behind a desk
right inside the door. He was scribbling notes into a manila file. He glanced up at me
and smiled. I could tell right away that he liked me. His eyes gleamed when he looked
at me. He was even polite enough to be discreet when he looked at my big tits.
"Hello, my name is Marlene T. and I was wondering if you might have a part time job
working with the animals," I said. It came out like a well rehearsed line, which after all
was what it was.
"What makes you think you can work with sick animals, young lady?" Dr. Firpedder
asked. He licked his lips – rather lewdly actually.
"Well, I love animals more than anything else in the world, and I have always wanted
to be an animal doctor just like you when I get bigger."
"I don't think that you can get much bigger," he said.
"Pardon me?"
"Never mind. I think that it will be nice having you around. When can you work?" Dr.
Firpedder asked.
"Anytime you want!" I said.
"Wanna start now?"
"Sure!"
We didn't even talk about money. Money wasn't important. Having a job made me feel
very mature. I was going to have real responsibilities for the first time in my life.
Dr. Firpedder was about twenty-six. He was blonde and had a neatly cropped beard. He
wore round wire-rimmed glasses. I thought that he was good-looking in an intellectual
kind of way. I really didn't think about balling him or anything like that – at least not
at that point.
I figured that successful twenty-six-year-old doctors don't have a lot of time in the
schedules for high school girls.
He took every opportunity to touch me.
But that was common.
And I like to be touched – all the time.
He began to tell me about the help he could use around the place. Cages had to be
cleaned and animals had to be fed. He led me into the back room where he kept the
animals. Most of them were healthy and merely waiting to be returned to their owners.
One animal was waiting to be returned to the zoo. He was a black puma – and I guess
it would be safe to say that it was love at first sight. I could feel an immediate sexual
reaction when I looked at the puma.
"Does he bite?"
"Oh, no. Thoroughly domesticated."
"What's his name?"
"His name is MacIntyre."
"Funny name."
"I think his original owner was Irish or something like that."
I felt ashamed of myself. I was horny to the point of distraction. I could feel the blood
pumping downward into my loins and my pussy. My clit was erect. My cunt turned
into a swamp-land with my fruit juice. My nipples really got hard. I was hoping the
doctor wouldn't notice. He did.
I thought he would make a pass at me right then and there. But, no. A lady showed up
with a sick parakeet so Dr. Firpedder had to take care of Mrs. Shakey's tweet-tweet.
I stroked MacIntyre behind the ears. I wasn't afraid at all. The second I looked into
those large green feline eyes I knew the black puma would never do anything to hurt
me.
I began my work as per Dr. Firpedder's instructions and I didn't fuck up once. The
doctor, as it turned out, lived in an apartment directly above the hospital. This is a
matter that will come up again a little later in my story.
Folks were in and out of the back room all day. I kept thinking about getting alone
with the cat. I wondered if the cat would respond to me sexually the way I was
responding to him. There was something about the look in his eyes that told me he
would. It was as if we could read each other's minds or something which you probably
think is very strange.
Five o'clock rolled around and Dr. Firpedder ' came into the back room.
"One of your duties will be locking up the nights you work here and opening up in the
morning," he said.
"Okay."
He handed me keys.
"I live right upstairs. You will have cleaning up to do after work hours every night. Not
much. I want the floors swept and the glassware washed in hot water. Then lock up
before you leave. Just pound on the ceiling if you have any problems."
"Okie-dokie," I heard myself exclaim with great enthusiasm.
It never occurred to me that the doctor might come back downstairs.
I figured, once he was gone he was gone for good.
This was a mistake.
I closed the back room door and walked to MacIntyre's cage.
The huge black puma rose to his feet. He had had worms.
But the cat was all better now and he would only be there for two more days – I had to
move quickly.
I quickly took off all of my clothes and folded them neatly on the table that ran along
the far wall.
My feelings were verified when I saw that the black cat had an erection. A red boner
was sticking far out of black fur near his loins.
I let MacIntyre out of his cage and got down on my hands and knees.
We touched the tips of our noses together for a second.
MacIntyre licked lightly at the tip of my nose with a large tongue.
His tongue was slightly rough – just like household cats.
Only his tongue was very large. I swooned with pleasure.
I couldn't help but think of that tongue in my cunt.
I sat on my round ass on the floor and spread my legs open.
My chubby toes clutched at the top balls of my feet.
I could feel my nipples throbbing very hard at the tips of my tits.
MacIntyre moved between my legs and licked at the side of my neck.
That cat made little chills run up and down my spine.
I could feel goose bumps forming. I shivered.
MacIntyre licked my breasts! I tried to keep my exclamations of physical pleasure to a
minimum volume.
I heard myself whimper and moan as MacIntyre scraped lightly at my right nipple with
his long pink tongue.
I thought that I had left the mortal world and journeyed off into heaven. He licked the
other nipple.
The cat rubbed his nose in between my tits. He sniffed. He smelled my pussy. I was
getting all wet and slippery.
I could feel my natural lubrication pooling at the base of my cooze in between my
curled back inner cunt lips.
I have very large inner pussy lips. Much larger than the lips on other girls I have seen.
They stick by far the furthest from my pink slit. The cat sniffed his way downward.
He licked at the sensitive skin on the insides of my thighs.
Then he began to lick my pussy. There were bombs bursting in air.
I bit my bottom lip as my facial features contorted with pleasure.
My eyes closed tightly.
I grimaced.
I grunted.
MacIntyre licked all the way from the base to the top of the slit and I thought I would
croak when I felt the rough tongue cross my throbbing love button.
I could tell that the black puma was not going to have to stroke my cunt with his
tongue in that manner too many times before I would be exploding into a clitoral
orgasm to end all sexual climaxes.
The cat seemed to know where I liked being licked the most. After a couple of stokes
he worked his tongue deep into my cunt, licking in between my thoroughly engorged
inner cunt lips. He got his tongue way up in there and he rolled it around. He gave me
sensations that no human tongue could match – except for a freak who can lick his
eyebrows.
The cat concentrated his attention on the top of my pussy slit after licking the inside of
my cunt clean. It was as if he knew where my center of womanly pleasure was.
MacIntyre ran the flat part of his long pink tongue across my pulsating clitoris
repeatedly until I was on the verge of ecstasy!
He made me come.
Twice!
He licked even harder after I tensed and trembled.
I limited my orgasmic exclamations to a single grunt.
I didn't want the doctor upstairs to hear me after all.
I could feel a vein throbbing hard at my right temple.
I clutched the fur at MacIntyre's neck with my tiny hands.
I pressed his eagerly licking face firmly against my cunt.
He didn't stop licking after my first come and it was only a matter of seconds before I
had my second. I knew that it was time to return the favor.
The cat knew too.
The black puma rolled onto his back and allowed his erect cock to sprawl on his slim
belly. His ribs showed. I could tell that his diet had been interrupted by his disease.
I scratched him all over. I kissed his balls.
I flicked my tongue across his large testicles.
I had never suspected that a puma's genitalia were so large.
I was thrilled.
I licked his cock with my tongue eagerly. I curled my fingers around his cock shaft and
gave it gentle squeezes. I was hoping that he would like to be touched in the same way
guys do – and I guess I must have done okay.
MacIntyre began to buck his haunches with his pleasure.
I licked all the way from the base of his cock to the tip.
I lifted his pole from the black fur of his belly slowly.
I lightly flicked my tongue tip across his piss hole.
I returned my mouth to his scrotal sack above his anus.
I sucked on both of his testicles – one at a time.
The puma's glands were swollen with his unnatural lust.
I licked up to the tip of his cock again and took his prick in my mouth.
I sucked it.
I licked and sucked together.
I didn't have to do this for long. In a couple of seconds the cat was bucking his
haunches furiously and my mouth was filled with his cream!
I swallowed down the semen willingly. I loved the flavor. I loved the texture. I guess I
loved everything about the white jizz that bathed my throat.
Just at that moment the door to the back room opened and Dr. Firpedder stood in the
doorway. I could feel all of my blood drain from my head. I thought I was going to
faint. My mouth was still on the cat's cock. I quickly straightened up into a sitting
position but it was no use. I had been caught red-handed. There was a trickle of cat
come rolling down onto my chin from the corner of my mouth. I need another
cigarette.
I thought that Dr. Firpedder would be angry.
But I was wrong.
He thought it was funny – and I wasn't sure I liked the idea of being laughed at.
"Put MacIntyre back in his cage, Marlene," he said.
"Yes, sir," I said. My voice shivered with my horrible fear.
I could feel big droplets of hot saltwater welling in my eyes.
I struggled to fight back the tears and failed.
I cried.
I put the black puma back into his cage and shut the door.
MacIntyre didn't know that he had done anything wrong. I suffered through the guilt
on my own.
"I could tell you were kinky from the first time I saw you," he said.
"Please don't tell my mother and father why you fired me," I said.
I was weeping bitterly.
"You are not fired," he said. He was not being so discreet about staring at my tits now
that they were bared and sticking into his face.
"I'm not."
"Oh, no. And I won't tell your parents about what I just say."
I was thrilled.
I ran up and gave him a big hug. I pressed my tits against his chest.
"Of course there is a catch," Dr. Firpedder said with a smile.
I could see the naughty look in his eyes. I knew what the catch was.
"Upstairs?" I asked.
"That's right, little girl," the animal doctor replied.
"You aren't going to hurt me, are you?" I asked. I had to make sure that he wasn't one
of those weirdos you read about in the papers.
"Oh no. You and I are going to have fun," he said rather sweetly.
I started to pick up my clothes but he stopped me.
"Later," he said. He took my tiny hand and led me up the stairs.
His apartment was nice – but I could tell he was a bachelor. There were none of the
feminine touches that one sees in an abode occupied by a female.
He wasted no time getting naked.
His cock was already hard.
His prick danced at attention in front of his loins.
"You want me to suck you off?" I asked. It helps to get right down to the nitty-gritty
sometimes. I figured that this was one of those times.
"I want to fuck you," he said.
"What position?"
"Doggie."
He led me into his bedroom and I got on the bed on my elbows and my knees. I arched
my back, pushed my knees apart, lowered my head and offered my cunt.
He knelt behind me on the bed and caressed the backs of my thighs and my buttocks.
He ran a single finger up and down the crack of my ass for a moment. He touched my
asshole. I let out a loud moan of pleasure. I certainly had no reason to keep quiet now.
He rubbed my pussy with that finger.
I was still swollen and juicy from the two comes MacIntyre had given me with his
incredible feline tongue.
My clit had already been appeased.
Now it was the animal doctor's turn to satisfy my inner pussy.
He had a long thick healthy cock and I knew it was plenty big enough to do the job.
He ran his hands under my body and clutched my huge tits. I could feel my erect
throbbing nipples pulsating against the centers of his palms. He opened his fingers so
he could hold all of my breast flesh simultaneously.
He pinched my nipples.
He pulled at those rosebuds.
I shivered and moaned.
Cunt juice rolled down the insides of my thighs. Oooh. I loved the sensations he sent
rippling through my body when he took both of those feminine erections between his
thumbs and forefingers at the same time and pulled them until the skin around both
nipples was taut.
He released his grip on my tits and reached back to guide his stiff prick to my needy
pussy. My cunt was on fire. I could feel him rubbing the purple head of his dick up and
down my slot. He was making his cock wet and slippery with my juice so that
penetration would come easy.
I felt my inner cunt lips open to let him inside after he began to push forward with his
hips. I could feel my inner labia – those huge lips – gripping at the ring of scar tissue
at the base of his cock head. He kept pushing. Once his cock was in he moved his
hands to my soft underbelly. He was to use my lower torso as leverage for his fucking
motion. He rubbed his loins hard against the cheeks of my ass once his cock was all the
way inside me. He gyrated his hips. He stretched me, thrilled me. I could tell that he
was going to make me come more than once.
The handsome blonde doctor began to fuck my seething poontang.
He pulled his cock almost all the way out of my cunt and then rammed it back inside. I
let out a harsh grunting noise that completely emptied my lungs of air. My face
reddened. Again, I could feel a swollen vein at my right temple throbbing once for
every beat of my racing heart.
The doctor fucked me slowly at first.
But then very, very fast.
He was amazing. He made me come more times than I could possibly count. I guess he
must have made me orgasm a zillion times.


Conclusion

Though Marlene is not quick to admit it, I got the definite impression during the
course of her interview that her sexual attraction toward animals had been on her mind
even before she arrived at the animal hospital.
I have never thought much of the concept of love at first sight. I think that this little
girl's bestial experience was premeditated.
She grew up loving animals – so it only seemed natural to her once she reached
puberty, that her love be manifested in a physical way.
Luckily, she has come to me before her problem has had a chance to take root. I am
sure she can be helped. I predict full recovery for Marlene after my special therapy
program.


Case History 5
SUBJECT: Bernadette R.
AGE: Eighteen
Interview 1

Once I learned that the number of reported incidents of bestiality was skyrocketing all
across the nation, I decided to do a little traveling and seek out areas were the epidemic
had been most severe.
The following interview was recorded on the back porch of a farm home in Flint,
Wyoming. While in the area I had gotten in touch with the other mental therapists
around and had been given a list of girls who might be able to help me with my
research. Of the cases I investigated, I found this the most interesting.
I had talked to a lot of young people who, because they lived in secluded areas, had had
sexual experiences with animals because they were lonely, and there was no other
convenient alternative.
Bernadette was different.
I could tell right away that her story was not going to be at all like the others I had
heard during my exhaustive journey westward in pursuit of knowledge.
She had a certain grace to her movements that I found uncommon among girls her age.
She was one of the older girls I had spoken to, and she was the most appeased by her
bizarre sex life.
She was wearing a pair of beat-up overalls as she sat on the back porch beside me. We
overlooked a neatly mowed lawn and a back field filled with golden grains of wheat.
There was a line of trees running along the back of the families land, and Bernadette
explained exactly how many acres her Daddy owned.
It was a very large working farm. Bernadette was a remarkably lovely young lady. Her
dark blonde hair was parted in the middle and fell long over her shoulders.
Her hair was cut in bangs in the front that licked at her forehead almost all the way
down to her eyebrows. Her lips were full and she flashed pearly white teeth every time
she smiled.
I could tell that she was a sexually aware young lady. Like many of the country girls I
had spoken with, she had a healthy, uplifting feeling about her own body. She was free
of the wearisome insecurities I had found common in city girls.
Her large breasts strained at her yellow T-shirt and the front of her faded denim
overalls. She had a very cute way of swinging her buttocks from side to side as she
walked.
We spoke for a long time and she told me many stories about her life and the kinky sex
she had been experiencing for many years.
Because of the length of the resulting transcript, I found it necessary to edit her tale.
Though I believe the result is seamless, I feel it is only fair to mention that the tape was
tampered with, for historical purposes. None of her meaning or the impact of the
content has been altered by the editing, I can personally assure.
Bernadette's eyes were the color of roasting chestnuts. They twinkled as she gazed off
into the autumn afternoon. It was Indian summer in Wyoming. In spite of the fact that
it was October as we spoke, neither of us had found it necessary to wear a sweater or a
jacket. It felt strange to be working without a suit and tie on. I was dressed neatly, and
my collar was open.
Bernadette stroked the insides of her thighs with the tips of her long, rather sharp,
fingernails, as she spoke to me. She occasionally tossed back her head and allowed the
sunshine to beam onto her grinning face eyes closed. She would be remembering the
incidents she described – and was obviously experiencing physical pleasure with those
memories.
Here is her story.

I was fifteen and I guess I looked pretty much like I do today. I haven't changed much
over the last three years. It would be okay with me if I look like this forever. I was what
they call an early bloomer. I was with my very first boyfriend, Billy. We had been
necking in his silo for a long time, but we hadn't gone all the way. He wanted to, but I
said no. I was being silly. I wanted him to prove that he loved me before I let him stick
that wonderful cock of his into my pussy for the first time. Billy had a snake collection.
Every time he showed me the cage with his snakes in it I would feel very strange. I
found my lower torso aching just the way it did after Billy and I tongue-kissed for a
long time.
I was getting hornier all the time. It was spring. Billy had a six-pack of beer with him
that his older brother had bought for .us. We drank it and Billy showed me his snakes.
I guess I was a little drunk, but I'm glad I was. That day, with Billy and the snakes, was
one of the best in my life. It started a whole new phase in my life. A new era.
"Do you like my snakes?" Billy asked me. He was blonde and handsome. His eyes were
as blue as the sky. He had amazing lips. Funny things happened to the back of my neck
when I kissed him.
"I like them very much. They remind me of big squirming cocks," I said. I had never
used a word like that in front of a boy before. I could feel my face turning hot, and I
knew that I was becoming as red as a beet.
"You're cute," he said. He had the palm of his hand on the small of my back. He
lowered his pinky so he could caress the top of the crack of my ass.
"I think you are the best looking boy I have ever seen. I hope you don't think that I am
weird just because I get horny when I look at your snakes," I said. I turned to face him.
My nipples were erect and making little bumps in my shirt. I rubbed my nipples against
the boy and sighed.
I still think about Billy a lot, I guess. His family moved to Nebraska about two years
ago. We wrote to each other for a while, but then all communication stopped between
the two of us.
"I don't think you are weird at all. I like it when you are horny, no matter how you get
that way," Billy said. He ran the palm of his hand down onto the ass of my jeans. I
heard myself moan. I could feel a great ache in my pussy. I could tell that the delta
between my thighs was getting soaking wet with the fruit juice dripping from my split
peach. My cunt was on fire. You have to remember, I was a virgin. There isn't a virgin
in the world past fourteen who isn't frustrated. I was very frustrate. I wanted to fuck so
bad I could taste it. Yet, all of my images of making love and having my intact hymen
torn away were mixed with insistent snake fantasies. I wanted to have those grass
snakes slithering all over my body as I orgasmed. I even wanted them to crawl in
between my legs and lick my clit with their little forked tongues.
"I think that is the nicest thing that anyone has ever said to me, Billy," I said. I kissed
him lustfully on the lips. I could feel the little hairs at the back of my neck standing on
end. I could feel goose pimples. I could feel his tongue in my mouth, hot, searching. I
sucked his tongue and then massaged it with my own.
We were both breathless with our growing lust by the time the embrace was finished.
My tits were pressed flat against his chest.
"Can we-?"
He didn't have to finish the sentence.
I knew what he wanted.
"Yes," I said quietly.
It was time.
I slowly removed my clothes as we walked toward the back where we usually made out.
I got naked. I didn't feel shy at all. I felt wonderful! Free. One with nature!
I could feel the cool air on my hot nipples. My nipples pointed slightly upward. Billy
took off all of his clothes too. I was pleased to find that his cock was already erect and
standing straight in front of him. I took his cock in my right palm and gave it tender
squeezes. I loved the way the underside of his purple dick felt as it pulsated against my
fingertips.
"Nice tit."
"Thanks."
Billy rolled his fingertips slowly over my erect nipples. I moaned and groaned. I began
to move my ass in a slow circle. I could feel my buttocks tensing.
"Nice cock."
"Feels so good."
I reached down with my fingers so I could caress his balls. I was a little too rough at
first and Billy was very nice as he explained carefully how gentle I would have to be
when I was playing with his swollen dangling glands of masculinity.
"So hard!"
"I want you."
We fell into a pile of soft hay.
I wrapped myself around him, pressing my crotch firmly against his groin. I could tell
that the insides of my thighs were getting all wet and slippery.
"Can we play with the snakes," I asked. I could feel the entire length of his long thick
cock throbbing against the lower half of my soft tummy. There was a tremendous
burning of desire in my abdomen.
"I don't want to let all of the snakes out of the cage at the same time," Billy said. That
made sense. I thought that it was really neat that he was so open-minded.
He got up and fetched the longest thickest snake out of the cage.
He returned. I thought he was very cute.
I rolled onto my back in the hay and cupped my hands on my breasts.
I squeezed my tits and watched his cock bob up and down. I watched the snake coiling
his arm. I imagined that reptile inside my cunt!
Billy sprawled on his back beside me and I immediately began to stimulate his genitalia.
Once I had committed myself to sex I lost all of my inhibitions – but like I said, I was a
little drunk from the three beers I had had. That may not sound like a lot of beer to a
guy like you, but you have to remember that I was fifteen-year-old girl at the time.
I tickled at the base of Billy's balls with the tips of my fingers. I rubbed in between the
cheeks of his ass with the tip of my middle finger. I cupped his swollen testicles in the
palm of my hand. His cock was on his hard stomach. The tip was pointing toward his
handsome face. The blonde short and curly pubic hair that grew above the thick stalk
on his pubic bone was just as light as the hair that grew from his pink scalp.
Billy placed the snake on my belly as I let go of his balls. I sighed and squirmed as the
snake began to move, slither, over my tits. My chest heaved up and down as I panted
like an animal with my growing lust.
Billy placed the tip of his tongue on my left nipple and began to roll it lazily. He
drooled on my breast. He wrapped his lips around the feminine erection and began to
suck on it as hard as he could.
The snake slid down my abdomen until his tiny head was in the center of my light
brown pubies. I have a soft pad of hair down there above my cunt slit. The snake must
have headed for it instinctively. I could feel the head of the snake touching the sheath
of flesh above my clit, and I thought I was going to die from the physical pleasure that
bizarre contact spawned. Billy was sucking on my nipple as hard as he could. I stroked
the insides of his thighs with the tips of my long fingernails. I moved my left fingertips
to Billy's dick.
He gasped.
I arched my fingers.
I rubbed his pulsating pole all the way from the base to the tip.
I could feel dilated veins on the surface of his prick.
I felt the snake slither down along my pussy slit just then.
The muscles in my thighs began to stiffen involuntarily.
I pulled my lips tightly back over my straight white teeth.
I closed my eyes and wrapped my fingers around Billy's pole.
I could feel the snake's head in between my inner cunt lips.
I could hardly breath. My breaths were painfully short.
I pumped slowly up and down on Billy's rock-hard lance.
Billy sucked and licked at my left nipple simultaneously.
He pulled his mouth slowly off the feminine erection.
The handsome blonde boy repeated the process with the other nipple.
I lowered my fingers to his balls once again and he began to squirm.
The snake's head was poking around in between my inner labia.
Then it happened!
The little forked tongue flicked against my urethra and I could feel savage explosions of
orgasmic bliss starting in my pussy rippling outward until they filled my entire
trembling body. The snake had gotten me off. He wanted to crawl right up inside my
pussy, but he couldn't because of my intact cherry. That barrier wasn't going to be
there for much longer.
"FUCK ME!" I screamed.
Billy did not have to speak. He pulled the snake away from my cunt and quickly
returned it to its cage. He returned and mounted me abruptly. My legs were spread. My
ass was pinned to the soft hay by his loins. I had my thighs parted as far as I could get
them. My breasts were pressed flat against his muscular chest.
He lifted his hips and used his right hand to guide his dick to my pussy. He clumsily
slid the tip of his cock up and down my cunt looking for the hole. I could tell that this
was the first time for him too. I helped him. I reached down between my own legs and
positioned the head of his cock at the mouth of my fuck hole. Once the shaft of his
prick had been moved so it was at the appropriate angle for penetration he began to
push down with his hips. I pushed up with my loins. I could feel my inner cunt lips
opening slowly, like a flower being filmed with time-lapse photography, until the pink
stretched inner labia were gripping tightly at the base of his glans. I could feel the tip of
his cock against my cherry. I closed my eyes tightly and bit my bottom lip. We thrust
our loins toward one another with all of our might and I could hear the tearing sound
as my maidenhead was ripped brutally away from my internal vaginal walls.
I bled.
I screamed.
The pain burned my brain.
But the pleasure soon became so great that I forgot all about the pain of that initial
violation. I could feel my shriveled internal pink womanly tissues being stretched open.
The tip of his cock rammed against my cervix and I jerked with the joy this caused. My
cunt was wetter and more swollen at that moment than it had ever been before in my
life.
He pushed until his cock was all the way in my cunt and then he fucked me. Oooh, it
was super. He was very good. He fucked slowly at first and steadily increased the pace
of his hip motions as he went along until he was fucking me as hard and fast as he
could. I could feel myself coming again and again. It was marvelous. The ripples of
pleasure rolled through me. I didn't know what time it was. I didn't even know my
name. All I could think of was the fantastic things he was doing to my lower belly with
his manly spear of flesh. He finally rammed his dick all the way into me and arched his
back. I could feel his thick cock spasming against the stretched walls of my pussy and
this triggered my final climax of the come. He shot his thick steamy cream into my
pussy and I could feel the silver semen splashing against the core of my womanhood.
His cock got littler the second his orgasm was over. When he pulled out of me I could
see that there was a ring of blood around the base of his cock – the only remaining
concrete evidence of what had once been my wall of chastity.
"Billy?"
"Yes?"
"Get the snake again."
"Why?"
"I want him to crawl right up inside my cunt! "
"You are pretty kinky, you know that, Bernadette?"
"Do you mind?"
"I think I am in love." He was a snake fetishist too. H was going to get pleasure out of
watching the snake crawl around inside my feminine orifice.
He got up. The force of gravity now had an effect on the tip of his cock, which was
dangling low along with his balls in between his muscular thighs.
I stayed on my back. I could feel the plethora of natural lubrication and the droplets of
crimson blood that had dripped out of the base of my pink slit during my first fuck
drying in the crack of my ass.
Billy returned from the cage. He had found the same snake. Billy had not failed to
notice what part of my body the snake had crawled toward the first time he had pulled
it out of the cage.
He dropped to his knees between my parted thighs and set the squirming snake in the
center of my belly, so the creature was coiled around my dimpled bellybutton.
It wasn't very long at all before the snake was once again crawling down the lower part
of my stomach, heading for the puff of soft curly hair above my pussy.
Billy placed his hands over my tits and began to massage them lovingly. His eyes were
opened so wide I could see the whites all around his light blue pupils.
Billy licked his lips lightly as the snake poked his head into my pubies. This time I
could feel the snake's tongue flick directly against the center of my womanly pleasure
my clit!
"OH GOD!" I screamed.
"Easy, baby, ride with the pleasure,'. Billy said.
"I feel like my insides are going to blow up," I hollered.
"Just relax. The snake is going to make you come," he said.
I could see the blood returning to the blonde teenager's dick.
This, in spite of the fact that it had only been seconds since he spilled his seeds inside
my seething cunt.
The snake crawled his entire length between the parted lips of my oozing cunt. He
coiled between my thighs. I lifted my head so I would be able to see what he was doing.
Billy grabbed my inner cunt lips gently. He pulled them back so the hole opened. The
snake raised his head.
He crawled inside!
Oh, my Lord.
I thought I would croak.
I started to come right away. The snake was making me come just as hard as Billy had
with his dancing boner. Billy allowed the snake to poke around against my internal
mucous membranes until it looked like I was exhausted. Who knows how many times I
orgasmed? Who can count at a time like that?
He pulled the snake out of my hole by the tail and told me to roll over on my belly. I
did this, and I could feel the boy's mouth on the smooth cheeks of my ass.
He licked and sucked at my buttocks, massaging the cheeks of my ass tenderly with his
strong fingers. He pulled my buttocks apart slowly so he could get his tongue in
between. He flicked the tip of his taster up and down the crack of my ass and I could
feel myself moan with pleasure every time he made direct contact with my hot asshole.
He tongued my bung hole clean.
He gave me a little slap on the butt. He tongued the base of my cunt.
"Get your ass up in the air a little bit," he said to me.
I placed the weight of my upper torso on my elbows and arched my back.
I placed my knees in the hay very far apart and curled my toes.
He knelt at my rear. His cock was once again standing at attention.
He slid the tip of his prick into the hole and began to fuck me again.
I could see great flashes of wildly colored lights projecting on the insides of my tightly
clenched eyelids as he repeatedly shoved the thick purple head of his cock against the
back wall of my fuck hole – stretching me and filling me with womanly bliss.
I could feel his loins slapping against my buttocks.
When his cock was all the way in my the blonde patch of hair above his cock cushioned
against my ass cheeks. So sweet. I dripped cunt juice. The insides of my thighs were
slick with the stuff.
He fucked me for even longer this time, and I guess I came a couple more times. I was
at such a constant pitch of pleasure that I couldn't tell what the hell was going on.
When he finally came inside me for the second time we both fell onto our bellies in the
hay – him still on top of me, his dick dwindling inside my pussy. The lower half of my
body was filled with the most tremendous glow I could imagine.
That was how it started.
I associated snakes and sex from the start.
I got another opportunity to try out my odd fetish late that summer. I was still going
out with Billy, but I had a little sexual adventure on the side, if you know what's I
mean.
A travelling sideshow came through the area. They were part of the Fireman's Carnival
and I guess everyone for miles around went to see it. They had freaks and everything.
My favorite part of the show was the snake charmer. He was this thin dark-skinned
swami guy named Abdul. I don't think that was his real name. Show business, you
understand. He played a flute and made a boa constrictor come out of a wicker basket
– just like you see in movies that have flying carpets in them.
I watched all three of his shows and after the place closed down for the night., I stuck
around. I was hoping to get to know both Abdul and his snake a little better.
"Can I see your snake?" I asked. I was all chipper and happy.
I could tell by the look in Abdul's eyes that he was attracted to me. I figure guys like
him get pretty lonely being on the roads all the time. His eyes lit up.
"Certainly, my little pretty. Come in the back," he said. I walked behind a threadbare
curtain to a small area where Abdul had all of his worldly belongings. There was even a
small cot there where he would sleep while the show was in Flint.
He opened the basket and I reached inside. I was fearless. I knew that the snake would
know how turned on I was. He wasn't going to hurt me. Abdul made no move to stop
me and explained that the snake had been defanged and was harmless.
I pulled the long thick beast out of the basket and draped him over my shoulders. I
don't think Abdul was used to seeing little girls act like that around snakes. I was bold.
But I swooned as I felt the slithering thick one rub against my breasts.
"The snake makes you hot?"
"Oh yes, very."
"He knows a trick," Abdul said. "But you must get naked."
There was a bulge throbbing in the crotch of the Arab tight pants.
I took off all of my clothes and obediently got on his cot.
He placed the snake between my parted thighs and rubbed my breasts with his hands.
I reached toward him and grabbed his crotch. His hips moved back and forth as if he
were pretending that his dick was already inside my cunt.
The snake poked at my fuck hole. The head pushed inside and I could feel my inner
cunt lips actually being stretched back bys the snake's penetration. He pushed inside a
good six inches. I was on the brink of bliss. My sexual tension was at the saturation
point inside my loins.
The boa made me orgasm twice by wiggling his head around inside my dripping hole.
"Now your turn," I said when the boa pulled back out, no doubt finding it a bit stuffy
in there. Ha!
Abdul whipped out his prick.
He had a big long fat one.
He put the boa back in his wicker basket and closed the lid.
The man mounted me slowly and slid his whole cock in me.
I had to struggle to take him and it hurt a little at first.
It was the biggest prick I had ever had inside my cunt hole.
I could feel the sides and the back of my quim being pulled.
He began to fuck me and I soon became comfortable as the muscles along the sides of
my tight vulva relaxed.
I sucked his cock with my cunt until he shot a great big load of spunk into the hole. He
pulled his dick out in the middle of his orgasm and raised his upper body. He grabbed
his prick in his right hand and jacked the rest of his cream onto my belly.


Conclusion

Similarly, there has always been a association between fear and sexual arousal.
Somehow, these two rules of the human psyche have combined inside Bernadette's
mind.
She went on to tell me of further adventures she had had. The little girl had once forced
a snake to anally sodomize her in the woods behind her home.
I left the farmhouse after suggesting that Bernadette concentrate her sexual energies on
human males. In most cases her sexual experiences with snakes had coincided with
normal heterosexual activity, but the trend load been toward snakes and away from
boys.
I had been talking to a lot of girls about their bestial desires, but this was the only case
of a snake fetishist I had encountered. Not being a Freudian, I will avoid commenting
on the phallic nature of the creatures themselves. I think the fear they instinctive arouse
in the human mind is responsible for Bernadette's actions. She has mistaken this fear –
over which she has no control – with the passion that plagues her young loins.
My next appointment was for the following day and I was going to have to drive all
night.


Case History 6
SUBJECT: Sally
AGE: Sixteen
Interview 1

Sally was being kept in a foster home when I spoke to her. She had been living alone
with her father until several months before when he had been declared unsuitable as a
parent.
Her story would tell me why.
I found Sally to be a very sad little girl. It was clear that her emotional development had
been stunted somewhere along the line, a symptom of parental abuse.
She was not a very large little girl.
She wasn't even five feet tall. She looked and acted a lot younger than sixteen. I found
it difficult to believe that such naivete could exist in this day and age. I was shocked.
She had golden blonde hair that had been cut short.
I got the impression that there had been a time when her eyes sparkled with happiness
but those days were gone. Trauma had blanked her twinkle. Her eyes were sad, dull and
underscored.
She was very skinny.
Her hands and her feet were very small. We spoke at the kitchen table of her foster
home while the others in the family stayed out of the way in the living room watching
television. I knew there would be no way the little girl would tell me the whole truth
about her experiences if there were others around to listen.
She spoke softly.
Her voice was tiny, and there were many times when I feared my microphone was not
properly picking up her voice. I repeatedly had to instruct her to stop mumbling. It was
clear that the retelling of her story was painful to her. She had never been forced to put
her experience in words before, and in many cases she was torn between what was the
truth and what would have been the polite thing to say.
But I believe I got the whole story.
You are going to have to be very patient with me, Doctor. I am pretty scared. I'm not
even sure what happened to me. I just know that it hurt and it made me very scared.
Okay, I will start from the beginning. I used to live a few miles down the road with my
Daddy. I never had no brothers or sisters. Mommy died when I was little. We were
pretty poor on account of Daddy never being able to hang on to a steady job.
My problems started one Saturday night when Daddy left me at home alone with our
dog, Andy. Andy is a huge sheepdog. He's all furry and soft and fun to play with.
Daddy was – as usual – over at Snookie's Bar and Grill and Bowling Lanes, getting
drunk on the cheap booze he drinks all of the time.
I have never had many friends, so it wasn't unusual for me to be home alone on a
Saturday night. I always knew that there were other kids who went to parties and stuff
on Saturdays. I was never invited. I guess I have a reputation for being poor white trash
or something like that.
I was home alone with the dog and we were both in my room. I remember it was
winter and the house was cold. I was all bundled up on my bed and I could almost see
my breath in the air. It was snowing outside. The wind was whipping against my
bedroom window. I began to play with Andy. He is my best friend. The folks from the
state say I'm not allowed to keep animals anymore. They took my Andy away from me.
That dog gave me the only real joy I have ever had. We – the dog and me were
wrestling around on the bed. I rolled Andy over on his back and I noticed something
that I had never seen before. I could see his doggie cock. I'm sorry about the language.
I think that is going to be difficult to tell this story without using a lot of words that I
don't usually use. I hope you don't mind. Andy's tongue was on his black lower lip.
Naturally, his hair was all down in his face. I could tell that he was very happy. His
cock was pushing out onto his belly. It was a pretty red color. I touched him there and
he made a little whimpering noise and began to pant. I touched him very gently with
the tip of my right forefinger.
I could tell he liked it.
I began to scratch at the puppy's belly and chest with my tiny fingers. His cock got
longer and thicker and harder. I didn't know what I was doing, and no one had still
explained to me why what I did was so wrong.
I played with his cock.
I rubbed my fingertips along the top of his red dick until it got as long and hard as it
could get. I knew that the dog really liked it a lot. I had seen him licking himself down
there, but I never knew why. I had touched myself between my legs and had made
myself feel really good. I assumed that the same was true of the dog, only he didn't
have fingers to massage himself like I did, so I decided that I would do the
manipulating myself. I got on my belly so my face was above his cock. The dog was still
on his back in the center of the bed with his paws sticking up in the air.
I puckered my lips.
I blew cool air on his dick.
He whined.
I lowered my head and parted my lips a little bit.
I stuck out the tip of my tongue and placed it on his cock.
I could feel the ache between my legs getting very intense.
All of these feelings confuse me. Someone told me once that it all has to do with
making babies, but I find that hard to believe.
I could feel my nipples getting hard. That happens when I touch myself between my
legs too. I'll never forget the first time I touched myself down there, in between my
legs, under the covers. I thought there was something wrong with me. All of a sudden I
got very sensitive. I rubbed my finger slowly up and down the pink slit. I was getting all
wet. At first I thought I was peeing myself, but I sniffed my fingers and it didn't smell
like pee. It smelled really good. And it felt even better. I eventually found a spot at the
top of my slit that made it feel especially good and I rubbed the spot until I felt this
great pleasure, a tingling joy, roll all through me. When the pleasure was over I felt
more relaxed and better about myself than I could remember. I assumed as I licked
Andy's cock that I was going to give him the same pleasure. I placed my fingertips
lightly against the furry loins on wither side of his hard doggie cock and flicked the tip
of my tongue back and forth all the way from the base to the tip. I worked my fingers
between his red cock and his furry belly with my palm upward and lifted the tip so I
could flick my tongue across it. The dog began to move his hind quarters wildly which
was something I had noticed about my own hips when the pleasure got really good
from touching.
I opened my mouth and put his cock in it. I began to suck him. I rolled my tongue over
his cock even as I sucked and I only had to do this for a couple of seconds before the
dog began to bark wildly and my mouth was filled with a creamy goo. I swallowed the
stuff down, since that was the only way I could keep sucking him. But he didn't seem
to like having his doggie cock sucked after the stuff came shooting out of the tip.
Just then the door to my bedroom burst open and my Daddy stood there looking at me.
I looked back over my shoulder and gave him a big happy grin. I was going to brag
about what I had just done. But I didn't. I could tell the second I saw the expression on
Daddy's face that he was not amused. In fact he was really mad. He was huffing and
puffing. His chest heaved. His face was very red. I could tell that he was going to
punish me. Daddy punishes me all the time. It seems like I am always doing something
wrong – even when I'm not trying to be naughty. Daddy stomped into the room and
swatted Andy on his large can so hard that the dog yelped in pain, jumped off the bed,
and scurried out of my bedroom. Daddy slammed the door shut.
"Now you are going to get it, you little slut," he said to me. He made a hissing sound
between his clenched teeth. His huge hands made fists at his side. He bounced up and
down on his toes a little bit. He gave me a hard slap across the face and I could feel
myself starting to cry. I tried to hold back the tears, but it was no use. He grabbed my
wrist and pulled me onto the bed so that I was on my back.
"Please, Daddy. Don't hit me anymore. I didn't know what I was doing," I said. I could
feel the tears rolling down the sides of my tiny nose toward the corners of my trembling
lips.
"You are going to get yours now, cunt," he said. I know that these are bad words, but I
have to tell you exactly what Daddy said so you will understand how frightened I was.
"Please," I said, but my voice was weak. I wept bitterly. Daddy slapped me across the
face three more times and then ordered me to take off all of my clothes. I was very
scared. But I knew I would have to do whatever he told me to. I knew that Daddy
would beat the crap out of me if I dared to disobey an order. That was the way it was
before the state showed up and made me move out of the house.
I removed the jacket I had been wearing.
"Just throw your shit on the floor,'. Daddy said.
I unbuttoned my blouse and pulled it open. Daddy's eyes lit up when he got to see my
little titties. My nipples were sticking out just like they did when I touched myself –
only it was fear making them erect at that moment.
I pulled my blouse over my small shoulders and dropped it to the floor next to the bed,
where it landed on top of my jacket. I kicked off the fluffy pink slippers I had been
wearing and unbuttoned the top of my pants. I lifted my tiny butt from the bed so I
could tug my pants and my underwear off at the same time.
I couldn't help but notice that the crotch of my panties was wet from the juices that had
flowed down there while I was sucking the sheepdog's dick.
I could still feel a warm spot in my tummy where the goo from Andy's cock was
resting. I didn't know what I was going to have to go through. I had no idea what
Daddy had in mind. He was going to stick his cock right into my pussy! Wow. I hadn't
even thought about things like that. Someone told me that guys and girls do that stuff
all the time. I think that girls must be crazy. Take it from me, it hurts like hell to fuck.
That was what Daddy called it. Fucking. I was naked.
I could feel myself getting swollen between my legs. My pussy throbbed.
I was wetter than ever.
"You stay right where you are," he said. "I'll kill you if you try to get away. I will be
right back."
I have no idea how long he was gone.
It seemed like an eternity.
When he returned he was carrying four pieces of thick hemp rope. He moved to the
side of my bed and cruelly grabbed my right wrist. He pulled my arm brutally back
over my head until my elbow was locked into the straight position. He didn't have to be
so rough with me. I wasn't struggling. Daddy likes to hurt me, I think.
He used one of the pieces of rope to tie my right wrist to one of the bedposts at the
head of the bed. I could feel the rough hemp hurting my flesh. It dug in deep. It was
cutting off the circulation of blood to my fingers. I could tell without looking that the
tips of my fingers were turning purple with the pressure. I could feel pins and needles
in my fingertips just like I always do before a part of my body falls asleep.
I knew that my fingers were going to fall asleep. I could tell that It wouldn't be long
before I would be able to feel nothing at all in the fingers on that hand. My knuckles
became increasingly stiff. I knew that it wouldn't be more than a matter of seconds
before my fingers would be rendered immobile by the harsh rope around the wrist.
Daddy rubbed his crotch with the palm of his hand. It was all connected somehow –
but I still haven't sorted it all out. The dog's cock, Daddy's cock, my pussy.
Daddy tied my other hand just as roughly and then moved to the foot of the bed. He
grabbed both of my slim ankles at the same time and parted my legs widely. He moved
my feet so they were pointed at the bedposts at the foot of the bed. I suppose you can
figure out what he did with the other two pieces of rope. It wasn't very long at all
before I was motionless on the bed. I couldn't move my arms or my legs. I could toss
my head from side to side a little bit, but that wasn't going to do me very much good.
Daddy had punished me many times – but it had never been like this before. I could
tell that this was a new kind of punishment. I could tell that he was going to cause me
pain that I couldn't dream of. It was at that moment that his hands went to his belt. He
slowly unbuckled it and pulled it out of all of the belt loops at the top of his baggy
black trousers. He folded the leather strap in half and gripped it tightly in his right
hand. Daddy snapped the belt off of his cupped left palm, creating a scary sound. I felt
like I was going to pee, I felt like I was going to throw-up. There must have been a
zillion butterflies in my stomach at that moment. I thought I was going to have a heart
attack my heart was beating so hard. The bedspread was all soaked from the icy cold
sweat that oozed out of every pore in my body. Daddy began to whip my belly and my
abdomen with the belt. He left ugly bruises there that were to last for many days. He
whipped my tiny tits and made both of my nipples turn black and blue. He then tossed
the belt aside. I was wracked with the spasms from my sobbing. My whole body
throbbed. I was on fire with my agony. I screamed as loud as I could, but I knew there
was no one around to save me. There wasn't another human being within a mile, and
even if someone heard me, I don't think anyone would have cared enough to rescue
me. Daddy quickly unbuttoned the front of his trousers and struggled some as he
removed his shoes and socks. I could see the strain his swollen cock was putting on the
white cotton of his underwear. His cock was all big and hard, just like Andy's had been
when I sucked it. But Daddy wasn't going to put his dick in my mouth. He had other
holes in mind. I could feel a little dribble of the wetness from my pussy rolling down
into the crack of my ass. I could feel the magic spot at the top of the pink slit – the
spot I rubbed to make myself shiver – getting very sensitive and selling. I guess my
instincts must have known what Daddy was going to do with his dick even before he
told me. He pulled down his pants and his underpants at the same time and I could feel
myself gasp until my lungs were filled with air when I saw how big that log of meat was
between my Daddy's thick legs. I couldn't believe that he could stand up with
something that heavy attached to his crotch like that. I don't know how long or thick it
was in inches or anything like that. But, take my word for it, it hurt like hell when he
stuck it in me. Both times.
Daddy was as naked as me.
He sat on the edge of the bed.
He pinched my bruised nipples.
He scratched at the insides of my thighs with square fingernails.
Daddy placed the tip of his right forefinger on my pussy.
He was prying the lips apart so he could get his finger inside.
He rubbed lightly up and down the pussy slit. I couldn't help but let out a moaning
sound. Daddy grinned from ear to ear. It was a really mean grin.
"I knew you were going to love this slut!" he said.
Daddy had never called me that before. I didn't know what it meant.
But I could tell it was an insult. Slut was an ugly word and I could feel my despair
growing every time he used it. It was as if I weren't his daughter anymore – now I was
just a slut. Whatever that was.
Daddy rubbed down to the bottom of the slit and then back up to the top. He touched
the magic spot. He seemed to know right where it was. I wondered if he had fiddled
between the legs of other girls.
He knew just how to touch me so that it felt the best. He rolled that hard ball of fiery
flesh in a small circle and soon I felt myself struggling against the ropes that were
holding me in place. But I wasn't struggling so I could get away.
Oh no.
I was struggling so I could move my hips, just as the dog had when I first began to flick
the tip of my tongue back and forth up and down the shaft of his red doggie dick.
Daddy made me shiver and scream. I felt incredible pleasure. He made the waves of joy
come stronger than they ever had when I touched myself down there. And the whole
time he laughed at me like he was going to get mean at any second.
And he did.
He rolled on top of me and he was so heavy at first that I found it impossible to breath.
My swollen nipples hurt badly as they pressed against him. My tiny titties were pressed
so flat against his broad chest that you couldn't tell they were there at all. He lifted
himself off of me after panting on my face a little, thank God, so I could breathe. He
reached back and grabbed his cock and placed the tip against my burning pussy. I
wanted him. to stick it in me even though I could tell it was going to hurt worse than
anything I had ever experienced.
He began to push down. He was so big.
I was so little.
I stretched open down there. He tore open a hole that hadn't even been there before
and began to push his long thick cock into it.
I screamed.
Agony!
I could feel a splash of blood coming from the opened wound. I was very scared. I
thought he was going to kill me with that tube of flesh. He pushed down with his ass
until the entire length of the thing was inside me. I thought I was going to burst. I
thought he was going to tear me apart. I thought that huge gushes of blood would
come pouring from the hole between my spread thighs at any second.
Then Daddy began to move up and down with his hips.
He pulled up very slowly at first. He pulled his cock almost all the way out of the hole.
Then he eased it back insides so that I could feel the tip lodged against a spot deep
inside me – inside my lower belly.
My god!
He worked in and out, using his hole cock. He pushed and pulled at the flesh. I
stopped bleeding and it started to feel really good.
I figured that Daddy knew something about all of this that I didn't know. The hole he
had made was supposed to be there, but I didn't know why.
He made the shivers come again and again as he worked in and out of my pussy.
It felt really good.
Then he rammed all the way in and he shivered his own bliss away. I could feel the rod
inside my hole getting larger and littler in little spasms and he was pumping cream into
me. Immediately I made the association between this goo and the stuff I had sucked out
of Andy's cock earlier in the evening.
Daddy's cock got smaller.
He pulled it out of me and got off the bed. My pussy was very sore. I could tell that I
was going to have to walk with my knees far apart for a couple of days. I thought it was
over.
I was wrong.
Daddy untied my wrists and my ankles only long enough to flip me over on my belly
and retie me. I had my cheekbone pressed hard against the bedspread. My legs were
once again pulled far apart so the ankles could be tied to the bedposts at the foot of the
bed. Just when the feeling was starting to return to my hands and feet it left again.
Daddy took long strides toward the corner of my bedroom.
I could hear the sheepdog out in the hall whimpering.
Andy didn't like the sound of my pain at all – good old boy. I miss him.
Daddy retrieved the black leather belt he had tossed aside before.
He began to whip me brutally again – this time across the ass.
He smacked at the backs of my thighs and even behind my knees – where I found the
pain really sharp.
Daddy laughed with glee as he did this. I guess he didn't stop until his arm got sore.
Or maybe he got bored.
He threw the belt aside again.
Daddy then moved toward the head of the bed and stood so I could watch him. I could
see that his cock was starting to get larger again.
"Now I am going to fuck you right up the ass!" Daddy said.
"NO!" I screamed.
I figured my asshole was really little and would hurt bad if fucked.
I was right.
But Daddy was definitely not in the mood to take no for an answer. He reached down
and grabbed his cock in the palm of his right hand – still standing so I could watch his
every move through tear-filled eyes.
He pulled and squeezed at his cock until it was once again as long and thick as it could
get. He laughed again and moved out of my range of vision. I felt his hands on the
cheeks of my ass as he climbed up onto the bed on his knees He knelt between my
parted thighs and pulled the cheeks of my ass as far apart as he could get them. I could
feel the skin in the crack being pulled taut by the pressure he exerted. Then he
mounted me, and I could feel the thick purple cap at the head of his cock being pushed
between the creamy cheeks. The head of his cock was a hell of a lot bigger than my
asshole. I was going to have to stretch and tear once again to take him. He was going to
make me bleed with his cock for the second time in a matter of minutes. I could feel
the tip of his throbbing spear against my asshole. The pressure there increased. Once
again the lower half of my body felt on fire with agony, and I screamed out with my
fresh tears, as the tiny hole between my sweet buttocks was torn open a lot further than
it had ever been before. A trickle of blood rolled down into my pussy. I could feel the
head of his cock pop inside my asshole feeling sort of like I was taking a crap in
reverse.
He panted and moaned as he pushed his rod of fire deeper into me. I whimpered and
felt like I was going to faint at any second. He pushed it deeper into my asshole than I
would have thought possible. Daddy didn't stop pressing down with his ass until every
fraction of an inch of his throbbing cock meat was inside me.


Conclusion

Perhaps it is time to discuss the anal desires often mixed with the incestuous feelings in
teenage girls.
The intrinsic guilt that this subject felt because of her parental sex needs was manifested
in this masochistic way.
Thus the association!


Case History 7
SUBJECT: Marcy C.
AGE: Sixteen
Interview 1

It was a cold winter day when Marcy first appeared in my office.
The little girl was very cold as she had been wearing a light jacket.
She sat down in the easy chair across from my desk and shivered.
She cupped her hands and blew into them for a while.
I waited until she had warmed to begin the interview.
I correctly assumed that the little girl had no winter jacket.
She was from a poverty-stricken home. Her clothes did not fit.
Her long blonde hair looked as if it hadn't been washed in a long time.
It hung limply over the little girl's shoulders and down her back.
She had some dirt smudged across her high right cheekbone.
She spoke in a loud voice once she got started talking.
I was surprised at her volume as she was quite petite.
Marcy began to talk about her life growing up on the wrong side of the tracks.
She spoke rapidly and kept her story moving briskly.
She managed to tell me quite a lot during out short visit.
Marcy stroked the insides of her thighs as she told me of her sex life.
She seemed unaware that such self-caresses were considered improper.
She behaved as if it were natural to touch herself this way.
Her eyes were baby blue and opened very wide when she was excited.
Her mouth was rather large and her lips appeared puffy.
Her teeth were perfectly straight but yellowish in color.
Her eyelashes were very long and her eyebrows were almost white.
Her skin was pink and her cheeks were rosy from the cold.
Her hands and her feet were very small diminutive.
Her fingernails were chewed down to their nubs, I noticed the cuticles around her
fingernails had cracked and bled in spots.
Her hands looked a little oily. When she wasn't stroking herself she chewed her nails.
Here is her story:

* * *

I guess I never had much of a chance in life, Doctor.
The cards have always been stacked against me in the world.
I grew up alone with my bitch of a mother who never loved me.
I never even met my father. He ran off when I was a baby.
Mommy says that Daddy married her. But I don't believe it.
My mother is a drunk. She is drunk all of the time. Horrible.
Sometimes I feel like puking when I smell her breath.
Mommy goes through life smelling worse than a public men's' room;
But she still managed to find plenty of guys to fuck. Lots!
You see, Doctor, this is very hard for me to talk about.
My mother is the town whore. She'll ball anyone. And everyone knows it.
I live in a small town where everybody knows everybody else.
For my entire life I have been known as the daughter of the town whore.
I guess it is only natural that I turned out a little loose morally myself.
I may be only sixteen, but I have been around the block a few times.
I lost my virginity about two years ago. It wasn't very romantic.
It was a gang-bang – if you really must know the truth.
I took on my first eight lovers all in the same night.
They were football players and really brutish in their manners.
They surrounded me underneath the bleachers on a fall day.
The quarterback on the team made me give him a blow job.
I sucked his cock until he pulled out of my mouth quickly.
The quarterback's jism shot right onto my face and the other's laughed.
They called me all of the nasty names they could think of.
They ripped my clothes off of me and forced me on my back.
While two held down my shoulders a third pulled my legs apart.
I'll never forget how much it hurt when that first cock entered me.
The guy drove eight inches deep into my virgin poontang.
I bled badly and was glad when he shot his cock into me fast.
The other's all fucked me too. Sloppy seconds went to the running back.
They just laughed at me. When they were done they left me there.
I was a mess when I got home. My Mommy beat the shit out of me.
She called me the same names the football players had used.
I decided that I really was a whore – so I acted like one.
I balled any guy who wanted me too – and there were quite a few.
Guys always fucked me in private as a rule. Without publicity.
Every one wanted to fuck me. No one wanted to be my boyfriend.
I was amazed about a year ago when I finally had a relationship.
For the first time I made love with someone who would respect me.
It turned out to be a lesbian affair – much to my surprise.
I balled my English teacher, Miss Meyers. She was beautiful.
She was tall and shapely and she seemed to understand me.
We ate each other's pussies in her apartment for months.
She was concerned with my pleasure as well as her own.
I still get tingly when I think of Linda's tongue in my cunt.
She used to lick and suck at my clit at the same time.
She ate me like an expert and made me come blissfully.
But all good things have to come to an end, I suppose.
That's true of even the nicest love affairs. Our relationship ended with a bang – no pun
intended.
We got careless. It was a Friday afternoon and the high school was empty.
Linda and I were going to go to her place for the night.
Mommy doesn't care anymore if I stay out all fucking night.
But my teacher got horny in the teacher's lounge when she fetched her purse.
She told me to lock the door after kicking out a janitor.
She climbed up on a table and hoisted her skirt. She tugged off her panties.
She told me that she wanted her whole pussy penetrated.
Linda asked me to stick my fist right up into her cunt.
I figured that my hand wouldn't fit in a million years.
But I was amazed at the elasticity of her cunt flesh.
I pressed my whole hand in her cooze and closed my fingers.
I made a fist as her inner labia gripped my wrist.
Just at that moment we heard a key fumbling in the lock.
I tried to pull my fist out of Linda's cunt and failed.
She was terrified of discovery and clamped down with her cunt muscles.
We had to stay in that position as Mr. Cocker ham entered the lounge.
He was the Dean of Students and Linda's boss. I finally managed to pull my hand out.
We didn't have to go to the hospital or anything like that.
Mr. Cockerham was very pissed off at the two of us at first.
He threatened to fire my lover right on the spot.
But then he offered a deal. He would forget he had ever seen anything if we went with
him to a sleazy hotel and gave him what we wanted.
We did. All hell broke loose at the hotel, Doctor.
We got a room and all three of us took off our clothes.
Mr. Cockerham was a huge man – and he had a huge prick.
He ordered me up on the bed so he could take me from the rear.
He was good – good enough to make me come as he banged my tight cunt.
He then balled Linda up the ass – which hurt her a lot.
He made her bleed and seemed to like the pain he caused.
It was on our way out of the hotel that trouble erupted.
Linda, Mr. Cockerham and I all got on an old elevator.
Inside was my Mommy and two boys she had picked up. as shocked.
But Mommy's reaction was different. She went berserk.
She couldn't stand the idea of me being in a place like that.
She was furious at both the man and the woman I was with.
She kneed Mr. Cockerham in the balls and he crumbled to the floor.
He screamed in pain as he felt his crushed testicles throbbing.
Mommy then took a swing at Linda and was grabbed by one of the boys she was with.
This guy named Rick grabbed her under the arms and tried to pull her away.
Mommy managed to kick Linda in the stomach with her high heel.
By the time the elevator door opened downstairs there was chaos.
A good old fashioned country brawl had broken out.
The blonde desk clerk didn't even bother to find out what the trouble was.
He simply went to the phone and called the police.
Unfortunately a snoopy reporter was across the street at the time.
He heard Mommy screaming about me as they dragged her away.
They threw Mommy in a cell to sleep off her nasty drunk.
Linda and I tried to make a run for it in the teacher's car.
We knew that a full-fledged scandal was about to break out.
The mother-daughter angle was meat for the yellow journalists.
As it turned out we only made it as far as Lovelock, Nevada.
I think that that is a hysterical name for a town, don't you?
It sounds as if it wants to slip back into Utah, you know?
All it needs is a little cold water in the right spot.
Linda and I were spending the night in the town, trying to mind our own business.
The town was no more than a crossroads and there was no one around.
I don't think that more than twenty people lived there.
Still, Linda and I noticed that they had slot machines in the johns! Nevada is a wild
place. There is no other state quite like it.
Linda and I spread out a blanket by some railroad tracks.
We both got naked and I was on my back with my legs spread.
Linda sucked and licked at both of my nipples and then down my belly.
She got on her stomach with her head in front of my wet pussy.
Both my inner and outer cunt lips were fully engorged.
My clit felt like it was going to pop from my dripping quim.
Linda kissed and sucked up and down the insides of my thighs.
She flicked her tongue up and down the outer lips of my cunt.
She flicked lightly at the curled back edges of the inner lips.
She made her tongue stiff and drove it into my fuck hole.
She licked upward to my clitoris and quickly made me come.
I screamed bloody murder with the waves of physical joy.
I guess my cries aroused someone because they called the cops.
A state trooper discovered us and we were sent back where we started from. It was then
that we realized that we were still wanted in my home town on a disorderly conduct
rap!
So I was convicted and they gave me a choice. It was; simple.
They said they could send me to reform school – or to a shrink. I opted shrink – and
that's why I am here today. Easy.


Conclusion

Obviously, Marcy does not belong in a reform school.
But it is essential that she stop living with her mother.
I have found a nice foster home for the little girl.
She is living in a different town-and away from her lesbian teacher.
I hope that with the comforts of middle class living Marcy's morality problems will
work themselves out.
General Conclusion
As you have read, very seldom are bestial experiences truly gratifying and satisfying to
the little girls who take part in them. If they were, these girls would never have ended
up in my office.
I can't help but fear that this new wave of incidents of sex between young females and
animals is another symptom of the sickness of sexual deviation so rapidly spreading
across this great nation of ours.
I can only hope that by educating the masses – through volumes of transcribed
interviews such as these, I can make a small dent in the growing problem.
I want to nip this thing in the bud.
As always, I would like to remind my readers that this work was prepared for
educational purposes only and is not intended as a catalyst for self-gratification.
A follow-up report is already being prepared.


THE END
