PLL-134  Animal Loving Swedes
[aka 'Human-Animal Sex...In Sweden']
(Joseph Didion)


Introduction

The American public is used to thinking of Sweden in terms of its tall, golden-haired,
photogenic, chic, available and very well adjusted, sexually. Nothing could be further
from the truth. For many months of the year, Sweden is a country of leaden, low-lying
and depressing winter colds. The cold penetrates to the very soul. As a result, Swedes
and especially their women wrap themselves in many layers of protective clothing
which insulates them from the bitter, and long drawn out Swedish winter. The cold, the
clothes and the dark winter days isolate many Swedes from each other. They shirk from
human contact as though relationship with another human being will make them that
much colder and lonelier. Shunning human contact, many Swedish women have turned
to bestiality for not only sexual release but as a comfort to their lonely lives.
Another factor that had led to the disturbing rise in Swedish bestiality is isolation. The
majority of Swedish citizens are urbanized living in Stockholm or Goteborg. Swedish
villagers have become almost a race apart and for all the contact they have with the
cities or even the twentieth century, they could very well be citizens of the moon or
Mars. In the austere still primitive countryside, the tendency for women to have sexual
relations with animals is becoming more frequent.
As a psychologist and Director of the Swedish Women's League, I am compelled to visit
the urban areas periodically to check on the mental health of women living solitary
almost isolated lives. For the most part, they are widows or younger girls living on
farms without men. The husband or father died and left his property to the women.
The women work the land alone since a farm in Sweden is quite small in terms of
acreage. The problem in almost every case is sex. These women have property and are
afraid of the casual liaison with a man who could take advantage of them. As a
consequence, they turn to the farm animals for a physical outlet. Unfortunately, an
affair with an animal is only of momentary satisfaction and doesn't solve the long-term
problem. Indeed, animal sex compounds the problem rather than supplies any answers.
In Human-Animal Sex in Sweden, I have documented four cases which typify the
problems Swedish women are having with their sex lives. And since my clinic is located
in Stockholm, I included the problems of urbanized women as well.
In case one, a prominent Swedish actress, a so-called sex symbol in films returns to the
village of her childhood where she resumes the practice of bestiality, and renounces
further sexual contact with men.
In case two, an older woman can achieve sexual excitement only by watching younger
girls perform bestial acts. She, therefore, makes a practice of seducing young girls with
animals and obtains release as she watches the bestial act between the teenage girl and
the animal.
In the third case, a widowed, village school mistress inadvertently catches a young girl
having a sexual affair with a dog. At first, she threatens to report the incident but
curiosity prompts her to try the act herself. The physical and mental release is so
overwhelming that the school mistress becomes addicted to animal sex herself.
In case four, the aging, wealthy widow of a prominent industrialist is shocked when she
discovers a diary revealing her husband had practiced bestial sex. Overcoming her
shock, she experiments with animals to try and discover the reasons her husband
preferred them to women.
The cases documented in this book are not by any means unique or rarefied. They're
typical of many hundreds of similar cases in my files. Bestiality is increasing in Sweden
today, and at present a solution to the problem had not, as yet, been discovered.


Case File 1

Subject: Rikke T.
Age: 32 
Occupation: Actress 
Sexual Record: Born and raised in the isolated village of Ansgar, Rikke T. Began to
experiment with animals shortly after she reached puberty. While she had relations
with boys and older men, she preferred the partnership of animals since it permitted
her to fantasize during the sex act. A highly imaginative girl, her parents enrolled her in
a dramatic school on her eighteenth birthday. She later left for Stockholm where she
married a world famous but highly unstable movie director. Later, she divorced him
and entered into several unsatisfactory affairs with older and younger men. But on
returning to Ansgar, she took up with animal sex she felt gave meaning to her life.
ANALYST: You are a world famous actress, capable of feeling and expressing emotion.
How can you possibly love and prefer an animal to a man?
RIKKE: A woman who fucks an animal in the right way will know great love. It's more
than just a physical thing.
A: The right way? What is the right way to make love with a dumb beast? R: Once a
high-strung woman, an unfulfilled one feels a hard, animal prick slide forcefully up her
cunt, she'll experience a once-in-a-life-time rapture.
A: And you say it's not just a physical thing? R: Oh no. The animal... once he fucks
you... loves you, too. In fact, many animals are more faithful than men. My dog, for
instance, won't screw another female unless I give him permission. My own husband
was never that faithful. A: But there are other facets to a relationship besides sex.
Surely, you miss the companionship of a man, conversation, laughter and even tears. R:
I miss nothing with a man, for my pets can not only give me all the solid fucking I
crave but they are companions, too. I talk to them. A: And they talk to you?
R: In their own way. With their eyes, their tongue, their paws. To me, sex is the most
important act of human behaviour, and in that department, men are highly inefficient.
A: In what way?
R: If my husband screwed me once a week, I considered myself lucky. Now, I'm getting
cocked three times a day and with a different partner each time. Each one of my pets
can prick up at a moment's notice. One sniff of my cunt, and they're ready, willing and
able to pour it into me. I consider myself an extremely fortunate woman.
A: Where's the emotion? Love? You're talking about a purely mechanical and physical
thing. R: I'm talking about love. Animals' love as well as fucking. A: Please explain.
RIKKE: "I first discovered that animals are capable of showing love as well as throwing
a fuck when I was just a child and lived on the farm with my parents. The closest town
to our farm was Ansgar. But there was rarely time to visit the small town. My mother,
father and widowed aunt lived isolated lives, for work on the farm took all of our time
up. Naturally, when I reached puberty, I began to think of sex, and became curious
about watching the animals, the horses, bulls, and dogs. Then, I'd fantasize by fingering
my cunt while visualizing the bull, for instance, pumping that huge, adorable, black
bolt of lightning in and out of my pussy.
"But after I'd have my climax, I'd be filled with the most terrible thoughts and fears.
Was I doing wrong? Suppose my parents caught me?
Worst of all, I was afraid of my Aunt Helga. She lived with us, a widow woman, tall,
always serious looking, quite mystical woman, a hard worker and one who kept to
herself after the day's chores were completed. For some reason, I never associated Aunt
Helga with sex.
Once I caught sight of her in the nude and thought she was quite lovely despite her
age. She was in her late forties at the time. We bathed in a huge, wooden tub and she
had asked me to fetch the water for her bath. As I brought in the last pail full from the
nearby stream, Auntie Helga was already stripped and in the tub.
Her tits were quite large and the flesh of the nipples a bright red, almost crimson. The
sides of her body which was quite large curved inward to a fairly narrow waist, and
then the hips sloped outward and fused excitingly into the flesh of her big, cheeky ass.
Her legs were thick but shapely, too. And when I brought over the last pail full of
water, I glanced down into the tub and was surprised to realize a mature woman had so
many cunt hairs.
"My own hairs were quite sparse but Auntie Helga's pubic spread covered almost the
lower portion of her belly to her navel. The lips of the cunt were thickish and on the
reddish side, too. I didn't know at the time that enlarged and discolored cunt lips meant
the woman was in heat.
There was a strange and faraway look in my aunt's eyes. She hardly noticed when I
brought in the last bucketful of water. Both her hands were pressed over her box and
she was fingering the hole while the thumb and forefinger of one hand was
manipulating the clitoris, or little, female cock. On Aunt Helga, this sliver of cock flesh
was almost the size of a boy's penis.
"As I stood looking down into the tub and watched my aunt bang her cunt with her
fingers, she turned up and took notice of me for the first time. "Leave now." she told
me. "I want to be alone with my... lovers.' And then, she quickly corrected herself. "My
thoughts. Go child, quickly." "I left the bathroom but from that time on I kept an eye
on Aunt Helga for not, I associated her with sex for I knew she was jacking off in the
tub. But what did she fantasize? What did she think of when she screwed herself with
her educated fingers? The answers became apparent that same week when I followed
Aunt Helga out in the middle of the night. She went straight to the barn where we kept
out low-bodied and long-maned Shetland pony. Setting her lantern down, she threw
both arms around the neck of the heavy-boned animal and started to talk to the beast
in the most endearing and loving tones.
"Svenka," she cooed. "Sweetheart. I've come to you for more love, more of your
magnificent love prick. Don't you recognize me? Your loving Helga, the one who loves
you so dearly. Since your last fucking, I've dreamt of you night and day. Even in the
bathtub, I fingered my cunt with your adorable prick in mind..."
"From what I could determine, Aunt Helga had just started her affair with the animal.
What she did for sex .before she started dicking the Shetland, I don't know. But now,
she had a hard on for her four-legged lover, and she meant to get fucked before she left
the stable area. And despite the chill wind of the Swedish autumn, my own body caught
the lust fever and I found it necessary to reach down, pull aside my robe and start to
rub and scratch my sweating sex slot. Still, I didn't pull my eyes from off the scene
between my widowed aunt and her lover.
"And there wasn't any doubt of the fact that the pony was responding to the mere
presence of my robed aunt. His eyes grew rounder, more animated, I thought, and he
began to shake his neck, and neigh as though he wanted something. What he wanted, it
quickly developed, was a sniff and look at auntie's hot box.
"Of course, darling," she assured him. "You want to smell my cunt and ass. Of course,
Helga understands. You are such a forceful male, I can deny you nothing."
"Immediately, Auntie Helga pulled the cord of her robe and let the garment slide apart.
The thick patch of cuntal hairs now loomed into view. And the thickish cuntal lips were
parted. The clitter was erected and standing stiffishly straight up in the air like the 
hardon bone of a man. Auntie Helga was hot for a fucking. Once the pony caught sight of
her female equipment, he rolled out his long, red tongue and auntie shoved her box
against the wide, fleshy surface.
"Hmmmmnnnn, Svenka." she cooed. "Lover. Suck my cunt. My kunten. Eat, darling.
Eat but don't blow me. I don't want to blow unless I feel that long, hard, horse prick
plunge into my cunt hole and take charge. I don't want to blow until I feel the wild
plunging in and out of your magnificent prick." "The animal seemed to understand
because he stopped sucking or trying to devour the entire tasty dish of auntie's cunt.
Instead, he merely slid his tongue ever so gently over the cleft and hairs but in a way
calculated not to make her orgasm. And while this very sensuous licking was taking
place, the pony's cock slid down until the head almost touched the floor of the stable.
The two large balls started to dance slowly around. But the animal's bone was so long,
so thick and so fierce looking I didn't understand how auntie was going to get that
enormous instrument inside of her already slobbering cunt. Yes, her slit was leaking out
secretions that came from the very pit of her fiery furnace of fuckery.
"That answer would come very quickly now. My aunt was fast approaching a delirium,
a frenzy that brought bits of foam to the corners of her lips and her eyes had rolled
back until only the whites were apparent. And under her breath, she kept uttering the
most blood curdling moans and cries as she gyrated her hips and threw her box back
and forth in simulated copulatory movements, as though she was actually fucking the
horse's tongue.
"F... Fucken me." She breathed as spittle streamed through her lips and down her chin.
"Can't stand it much longer. Got to feel something hot and hard deep inside of me.
Throw it, lover. Throw that big prick into me..." "Of course, the Shetland required
cooperation from my aunt, and he got it. Pulling herself away reluctantly from the long,
flipping tongue, she turned around and dropped to her knees. Positioning herself on
her knees and elbows and with her huge, cushiony buttocks sticking straight up in the
air, she presented a target of cunt at the now pawing steed. First, he walked over her, or
covered her body under his own body. Then, she reached back, took hold of the
elongated, black horse cock and started to squeeze and fondle the meat. Guiding the
cockhead up against her slit, she rubbed dick against cunt for endless minutes as she
continued to slobber, moan, hiss and finally utter the most obscene expletives.
"Not yet, lover. Got to... suck... Got to enclose that delicious meat between my lips..."
Turning around, auntie crouched under the pony's low-slung belly and sucked the cock
head into her mouth. My eyes goggled. The prick tip on the four-legged beast was
larger than the fist of an enormous working man. I didn't see how it was possible for
any normal woman to engulf the entire head. Yet, auntie accomplished this Herculean
task by distending her lips as wide apart as possible and then slowly working them over
the huge and bulbous, rocksized pecker end.
"While my aunt was busily engaged in this praiseworthy task, my own body got so
heated up, I started to jab three fingers back and forth into my own sweating cunt.
With my other hand, I flicked my clitoris and my hips just naturally assumed a semi
squat and I lost myself in a super-heated jack-off session. But through the entire act,
and despite the delirium of mind and body caused by my fingers and lewd thoughts, I
never for a single instant took my eyes from the blistering scene of bestial sex that was
taking place a few yards away from me in the stable.
"Once the Shetland managed to stick his entire cockhead into auntie's mouth, the rear
end of the beast started to buck back and forth like a jackhammer. He was literally
throwing a passionate fuck into auntie's mouth with his long bone. Saliva started to
river out of my aunt's mouth, and her eyes grew rounder than a pair of twin but
reddish moons. And while her mouth and part of her throat was on the receiving end
of all that hard driving fucking, she reached out and started to knead and fondle the
two soft nuts that were as large as melons.
"Wild-eyed and with mane flying as his hind quarters continued bucking, the pony was
galloping down the stretch towards the pay-off, the climax. And much to my surprise
and even horror, auntie was encouraging him to throw his load into her mouth.
"My own fingers kept pounding at my steaming cunt that was growing hotter than a
volcano about to erupt. Despite the horror of this type of bestial fellatio, I couldn't help
fantasizing the same sort of act in my own mind and happening to me. What would it
feel like to have a huge, horse cock between my lips, over my tongue, down my throat?
What would it feel like to receive a gusher of animal cock cream, to taste the liquid love
that was discharged straight out of a faucetlike prick?
"Naturally, I now saw myself in my aunt's place, and the fantasy became so real, I could
almost taste the meat plunging so wildly in and out of my mouth that was being used
for a cunt. Auntie didn't have to fantasize. She was getting the real thing and the real
thing was dangerously close to the point of erupting.
Sensing the end was near, Auntie Helga started to create a terrific vacuum with her
mouth, a vacuum so powerful, it could pull out anything. What it did pull out was the
pony's semen. Snorting wildly, the beast began shooting wave after wave of the gobbiest
cream I'd ever seen. The cock stuff splattered all over her lips, chin and even dribbled
down her throat. But ninety percent was sucked down her throat by that powerful
vacuum. "And I'll never forget the look on auntie's face as she continued to swallow the
cock-syrup. Her eyes glistened happily as she looked at the instrument with such
adoration. Finally, when the flow thinned to a trickle and then stopped altogether,
auntie pulled her mouth back. But her tongue continued to snake over lips to blot up
every possible drop of the remaining semen.
"Go good to me." she moaned up at the pony. "So fucking good to your sweetheart.
"At the precise moment when all the cream was puddling over auntie's face and throat,
my own furnace of cunt heaved out its contents with such a fury I staggered backwards
with rubbered legs. And my legs weren't the only things rubbering at that moment. The
pony's dick, after spending so much liquid, was fast retracting as the tissues grew more
limp and boneless.
"But this state of affairs didn't meet with Auntie Helga's approval. Cock sucking a pony
was only the beginning of the party, as far as my aunt was concerned. "No darling." she
told her lover. "Give momma more . I still have to be screwed. Fuken me, baby. Stick it
deep into my cunt. Won't you love to feel the walls of my box close around the pole?'
But the lusty animal had depleted itself. Auntie Helga expected too much even from an
animal. The four-legged fucker started to back away but my aunt would have none of
this. Catching him by the nuts, she insisted.
"No! You stay and fuken me. A mouth job only made me hotter for the fuck. Now, I
expect to get it sweetheart whether you want it or not.
"Wiping off my own cunt with a handkerchief, I stared unbelievingly into the stable.
Auntie Helga was being impossible. How did she expect the animal to bone up again so
swiftly?
"The pony started to struggle backwards but auntie reached back and took a firm hold
of both nuts. The animal stopped squirming. "Bone up." she insisted in a stern and
bossy voice. "You're going to fuck me. You've got more cream in you. I know it!' she
cried out, her voice rising, insistently.
"The thought that auntie was so hot for the fuck after the blow job started to add a bit
more fuel to my own cuntal fires. A hand job does offer a certain measure of relief but
it's never entirely satisfactory. It teases the cuntal tissues into wanting a real blow-off.
And so when I realized that auntie wanted more, so did I. But was she going to get it?
"Auntie knew her animals. The moment she raised her voice and started to manipulate
the balls and the penis, still dripping from spent cream, started to slide out again. A bit
hesitantly, at first but there was a very definite downward movement of cock. A
downward and hardish movement for the tissues started to show signs of stiffening
despite the very recent blow-off.
"You great, big, wonderful stud." the woman exclaimed at the tip of her lungs when she
saw the pony's penis starting to fill out again. "You're going to fuck me, sweetheart.
You're going to throw a great, big, beautiful blow into Auntie Helga's; ass that will
bring her peace and contentment for days to come.' Pulling on the hoselike dick, she
continued to shout out her encouragements to him, and describe the glories of getting
fucked by his lengthening bone.
"All of which made me hot again, too. But I wanted something better than a finger-fick
again. I too craved a hard, long bony substance pumping into my vaginal hole. Then, I
remembered that I had carried a carrot to my bedroom after dinner to nibble on as I
read. When I heard my aunt creep out to the stable area I had slipped the carrot into
the pocket of my robe.
Long, hard and cocklike, the vegetable would make a suitable simulated prick.
Excitedly, my fingers dug into the pocket of my robe and snatched up the carrot. Now I
could really experience a good, old fashioned and lifelike ejaculation. But I wouldn't
start anything until the pony's dick was completely immersed inside of auntie's pussy
pocket.
"That, too, would soon be accomplished for the pony, amazingly, was erecting again.
There wasn't any doubt about that fact as the tubular, black prong of horse joy filled
out like a sausage and became hard as a telephone pole.
"Great, big, wonderful stud." auntie hissed up, elatedly. "No man could ever bone up
again so hurriedly or so convincingly. This is simply great." And after making that
announcement, she leaned over and implanted a big, wet, noisy kiss over one side of
the penile shaft.
"The pony reacted to such passion by rolling his eyes and pawing at the ground. Then,
he started to heave with his hindquarters to indicate his readiness for the fuck.
"Yes, yes, yes, sweetheart Svenska." auntie cooed up. "You can fuck me. I won't keep
you waiting. My cunt's ready. Hot and ready." she assured her bestial lover as she
turned around again and positioned herself once more in the traditional dog-style
stance on her knees and elbows. Then, she stuck her ass straight up in the air. "Ready."
she called over her shoulder.
'Ready for your prick, sweetheart, dear." "To emphasize her readiness, auntie reached
back, took hold of the dick just under the cock-head and guided it into her leaking
cunt. At that particular point, I positioned the carrot directly over my own slit, assumed
a position of the semi-squat, and then jabbed it straight into my groove. My head
snapped back and my knees buttered but I managed, somehow, to remain upright. Still,
it was difficult to keep from toppling over as my bones felt they were fast melting. In
my mind, I kept seeing myself on my hands and knees with my ass up in the air and
getting hosed by that wonderful pony prick. And with this thought in mind, I almost
ejaculated with the very first inward thrust of the carrot.
"But I didn't. If auntie had character enough to keep from blowing her twat at the first
lunge of cock, I certainly could develop the same strength of character to keep from
spitting pussy liquid at the first drive of the cocklike carrot. Still, I was bewildered at
auntie's show of strength. As the long, pony's cock whistled past her cuntal lips and
into the pussy passage, she almost pitched forward. Her fingers dug clawlike into the
ground to prevent this from occurring. That blast alone would have been sufficient to
make an ordinary woman shoot out her load. But auntie was no ordinary woman as I
was fast learning.
"Not so fast, now." she instructed as though the animal could understand every word of
Swedish. "Easy at first. You fuck best by a slow, gradual build-up. I don't want you to
shoot, too quickly.' And to make certain, her lover carried out her instructions, she
continued to keep a tight grip on the cock bone. "Slow... slowly does it." she whispered,
harshly. How long she could keep him from throwing the wild fuck he craved for was a
matter of question. And how long she'd want this slow build-up was also debatable.
"As for myself, I wasn't able to start the carrot-fuck in a slow, leisurely fashion. The
moment the tip of the vegetable slid through the opening, flames of lust leaped out of
the pit of my cunt and enveloped my entire body. That included my hands that were
holding the carrot. With practiced masturbatory skill despite my young years, I
managed to penetrate the most sensitive regions of my twat, and I was even skilled
enough to waggle my clitter as I thumped at my cunt with the carrot. My wobbly legs
dropped until my entire body was squatting low enough for me to piss if I so desired.
Not for a single instant did my wrist stop sliding back and forth like a door attached to
a broken hinge. I wanted to ejaculate at the same time as auntie. But I wasn't sure I
could hold out. And I couldn't prevent the lewdest images from leaping into my mind.
Perhaps I had always been overly imaginative. In my mind the pony was fucking me
instead of auntie.
"As for Aunt Helga, she had reached a point where she could no longer control either
the horse or her own raging lusts. This slow and easy build-up went out the window,
fast. Pulling her hand away from the penile shaft, she crowed. "Okay lover. Fuck me.
Throw it at me with all the strength you've got. Meat. Hit me with meat. Lay it in,
baby. Lay it up my cunt and keep it there forever. Forever and forever." she kept on
babbling.
"The Shetland understood. At least, he started the fuck at such a frenzied rate I didn't
think he'd be able to go faster even if he wanted to. Bucking like a wild broncho and
with balls flying, the lust-enflamed equine threw away all restraints. Whistling back and
forth, the long, black, hard rod plunged in and out of the enlarging hole. As the cock
became almost completely immersed in the tube, the balls squeezed up tightly against
the sloping cheeks of auntie's buttocks. Apparently, the feel of the nut skin over the
sensitive flesh of her ass really turned her on.
"Faster." she kept panting. "Harder. Deeper. Pour it into me. All of it. I'll take all of
it..." "And she did. Auntie took every available inch. Over a foot, I'd estimate and I
didn't know or understand at the time but her vagina managed to enlarge to such an
extent, it easily accepted the swollen fuck-stick. But I was doing some rather spectacular
cunt-stretching exercises too, exercises that would help me later on when I too, would
have bestial experiences. After a few spirited shoves with the carrot, I managed to shove
the long, orange-colored, artificial dick clear up my snatch. My own cries were
fortunately drowned out by the screams that were being hurled out of auntie's fishlike
mouth.
"The Shetland was increasing the tempo of the fuck with each, determined thrust
forward. Auntie, too, quickly adapted to the rhythm of the charging animal. As he
shoved his long tool forward, auntie threw her ass backwards. And as the four-legged
plunger pulled his dick back, auntie dipped her ass down a bit. But these perfectly
synchronized movements were performed with such speed, it was almost impossible to
follow with the naked eye. Once, by accident, I happened to catch sight of poppa
jazzing mom's cunt. He was on top and his ass was bobbing up and down like a cork
over troubled waters. But the speed that characterized poppa's fuck couldn't closely
compare with the thumping auntie was receiving by the bucking broncho of a Shetland
pony.
"Finally, I could tell by the glazed look in auntie's eyes and from the frenetic way she
started to throw her ass back and forth that she was dashing excitedly towards the pay
off.
"Auntie kept foaming at the mouth and shrieking at the top of her lungs. "Blow me up,
horse. Throw that big dong of yours at my cunt. Make it explode. Going to... explode.
Yes, oh yes, it's going to explode. Going to... explode... Going to ...' Her words trailed
off into nothingness as she wavered on the brink of the orgasmic precipice. "Going ...'
she rasped, throatily...
"Me too." I burbled out as one final shove of the carrot up my cunt hit the jackpot, and
the walls of my vagina started fluttering like the sails of a boat in a wind storm.
Fortunately, auntie couldn't hear me. Her mind was tuned inward to visions within her
and her own personal responses as wave after wave of cunty jism flowed forcefully
through the fishlike mouth of her cunt.
"Tottering backward, I turned and made my way back to the house and my bedroom.
For hours I lay wide awake with the image of auntie before me, the Shetland with his
long, exciting looking screw-stick and the way he kept charging back and forth into her
ass. Before I could fall asleep, I was compelled once more to jam three fingers of my
right hand into my smoldering cunt and jack myself off again.
"And as I jacked, I kept moaning over and over, 'Got to fuck an animal too. The only
way to go... The only way to fly high..." "Finally, I fell asleep but I could never forget
the scene between the horse and my aunt. I knew then I'd never get any physical or
mental rest until an animal threw a hard and wild fuck deep into my cunt..."
ANALYST: And so, you had sexual relations with an animal when you were still in
your teens?
RIKKE: No. The memory of my aunt's bestiality and how it affected me never left me.
A day never passed when I didn't get a wet cunt thinking about it. But my parents sent
me to Stockholm to study drama. Other things became more important.
A: When did it become a part of your life again? R: When did I actually get screwed by
an animal? A: Yes.
R: Believe it or not, I was almost thirty. Just after I divorced my husband. A: It never
entered your life before that period? I have to have the truth.
R: Oh yes, it did enter my life. But I didn't actually get fucked. Not in the clinical
definition of the word.
A: You either did or did not have sexual relations with an animal during your marriage.
R: In a way I did. I'd have to explain. A: Please do.
RIKKE: "After I graduated from drama school, I quickly managed to get a few good but
small parts in Swedish motion pictures. They were directed by the man who became my
husband, already a world famous director whose films are quite popular in America. Of
course, he was a much older man and I was quite in awe of him. A man of genius and
so famous. His proposal of marriage took me quite by surprise as he rarely paid any
attention to me off the set. But I eventually discovered that our marriage was merely a
front for him to conceal his own homosexual activities. Physically, he never tried to
touch me but because I was ambitious and wanted to further my career in movies, I
didn't press the issue. As long as I was his wife, I got good roles and I lived only for my
work.
"Naturally, I was always interested in fucking and getting eaten but I put such thoughts
out of my mind for my career. But as I was approaching my thirtieth birthday, my
husband cast me in a rather far out picture. In it, I was supposed to be physically
attracted to a great, hulking dog. The movie wasn't pornographic but thematic of a
lonely woman's need for closeness even from an animal. In one scene I am emerging
from my bath as the dog enters and playfully I sit on the floor and embrace it. But as I
take the animal in my arms, I'm supposed to project a sudden and unexplainable
physical attraction.
"The scene played out well. Too well. As I emerged from the bath on the set in front of
the cameras, I knelt down and hugged the animal. At that moment, the dog boned up.
No one else on the set could see what had happened. I was hugging him closely to me,
close to my exposed breasts but as I reached underneath, I felt that long, hard and ever
willing prick and suddenly, I remembered Auntie Helga's passionate affair with the
pony, and my own cunt started to lubricate itself. " "In the movie scene I was supposed
to whisper out my loneliness to the dog as I stroked and hugged the creature to my
naked body. Somehow, I managed to wedge the dog's prick head between my more that
ample tits. And as I spoke out my lines for the camera, I swayed back and forth which
created the necessary friction. I felt the dog's cock swelling up, the heat flowing through
the skin, the blood leaping into the shaft, the balls floating about agitatedly, and in the
eyes of the beast I saw the desire for the fuck.
"With one arm, I held the dog but with my free hand I reached under his belly and
very skillfully and unnoticed by the rest of the crew, I started to fondle and squeeze the
animal's nuts. Finally, with one heaving lunge the cock sprayed out its precious cream
between the cleavage of my big boobies. Fortunately, no one noticed. But the thrill of
feeling that hot, syrupy cock cream crawling down my exposed skin.
"I put such feeling into the scene that my stupid husband congratulated me on the
emotion I managed to project. "Exactly what I was after." he crowed. "You projected
the inner thoughts of a woman who secretly desires to get fucked by a dog. You should
win the Academy Award." "I agreed. But for different reasons. I should have won the
award for concealing my true feelings. I really did want to get my cunt treated by the
dog. Of course, I didn't get a chance to screw the beast since he was taken away from
me after the movie was completed. But it did make me realize how much I needed
fucking. For years I had sacrificed a sex life for my career. But I had enough of that shit.
I needed sex, and I needed it from an animal. First, I "Initialed divorce proceedings
from my fairy husband. That gave me the freedom of searching for an animal to screw
me.
"But Stockholm is a very difficult city for privacy. It is like a small town or even worse.
Everyone knows your business. Finally, I made a decision. I'd return to my birthplace,
the village of Ansgar, isolated and aloof and unconcerned about the modern world. My
parents and Auntie Helga were no longer living and the farm had passed into my
hands. It was being worked by hired people but I sent them away for a month. I wanted
to be alone on my small farm, alone and free to indulge myself with animal cock. And
fortunately, there were a variety of animals that I could fuck provided I knew how to
break them in. In my haste to get my cunt treated, I'd forgotten that not all animals
respond to the female, human pussy. But I was too excited to think of defeat. One of
the animals I felt certain would want to ream out my sex hole. There were several dogs,
a Shetland, although not the one who screwed Auntie Helga, a bull and a donkey.
"But after a week alone on the farm, I had failed to train a single animal to even lick
my pussy. And as far as getting one to bone up and throw it into me, I met abject
failure. Yes, they sniffed at my box and then turned away. Even the farm dogs who
usually are very horny gave my exposed cunt a few exploratory sniffs and licks and then
turned away. There was a trick to getting animals to respond to cunt but I didn't have
it. There was only one solution. I'd have to get help.
"Fortunately in every small Swedish village there is a woman who serves the function of
a mid-wife, mother confessor, advisor; an old, wise woman who is also worldly wise.
She knows how to keep her mouth shut and is not shocked to hear about hidden
desires of a sexual nature. One morning I drove into the village of Ansgar and looked
up old Mother Bergenmeister, a jolly, fat woman of undetermined age, wise to the ways
of the flesh, of peasant stock. In my opinion, more skilled than a university trained
physician, or psychiatrist. She dispensed advice with the air of consummate authority.
"I need your help on a sexual matter." I got right to the point.
"Mother Bergenmeister smilingly waved me to a chair. Her thatched roof cottage was
small but neat and on the walls hung bric-a-brac that had been in her family for
hundreds of years. The cottage itself was ancient as everything else in the village was
old and enduring.
"She said, 'You have returned to follow your true destiny, your true happiness." "I
shook my head. "No. I'm here for a short vacation between films. But..." "The old, wise
woman looked at me, searchingly. "The truth little one. The marriage to your old queer
was not happy. Admit it." "I couldn't help but laugh at her frankness. "Yes, I admit.
But now, I'm free and I need advice. I'll p$iy well for your help." "The old woman
poured me a schnapps. "You take after your Aunt Helga in many respects." she told me
as she downed the liquor without a gasp.
"I hesitated. "What do you know about my Aunt Helga?' I asked.
"Mother Bergenmeister winked. "She loved animals that one. A true lover of nature.
Especially when it came to getting fucked!' "I straightened. "There was no point in
evading the subject of bestiality. "You know about Aunt Helga's disposition towards
animals." "The old woman nodded. "Of course. I am the one who taught her how to
tame them, control them, and then make them screw her. She owes her happiness to
me, the poor, dear soul. She died owing me a great deal..." "I'll pay the debt." I cut in,
immediately. "If only you'll..." "Teach you how to tame animals and make them want to
pump your cunt?' she asked in her bold way.
"Anything! I'll pay anything." I said, excitedly.
"Good!' the mid-wife chuckled. "Good liquor you bring from Stockholm. I'll bring a
supply to keep me through the long, cold Swedish winter." "Of course. All you want.
Now..." "She waved a hand. "Patience dear child. Patience. I'll need money. A lot of
money if we're to succeed.' I hesitated. I was willing to pay anything within reason but
I didn't want to do business with a blackmailer. "How much money?' I asked suddenly
chilled. "And why is it so necessary?' "She smiled, knowingly. "So suspicious you've
become since you went away to live in the city of Stockholm. All right, I'll tell you..."
"According to Mother Bergenmeister, she'd need the money to pay her assistants. As
she explained, 'Training an animal to respond to the cunt of a mature woman is
extremely difficult. They're not going to bone up readily at sight and smell of an older
woman's pussy, even a woman in her thirties. They respond to odor you know, and a
woman of that age simply doesn't have it to turn them on, initially. Afterwards, it's a
different story. But the first time, we need a young, very hot and very smelly pussy. One
that belongs to a very young girl. No older than thirteen or fourteen. A girl that's just
reached puberty and is literally dying to get hosed." "But where would we find such a
girl?' I asked. "There are laws against..." "The old woman winked. "Not in this hidden
village of ours. It's not like Stockholm. The laws of unwritten authority have more
meaning to us." "The money?' I insisted to know.
"She shrugged. "There are certain poor families of the village who would gladly let us
have their young daughter as an assistant provided we cross the palms of their greedy
hands with silver. Plenty of silver." "I nodded in comprehension. The villagers hadn't
changed since I was a child and probably never would. They lived hard lives but when
the opportunity came along to extract money from a wealthy person, they didn't
hesitate to gouge. But as far as having any objections about letting their puberty-aged
daughters fuck someone for good money, they had no qualms at all.
"I nodded. "I'll pay. Just what have you got in mind?' I asked.
"Young Magdalene, the daughter of the dairyman. She's thirteen, rosy-cheeked, bigassed 
and with tits made for fondling. And she's hot. Can't get enough cock. The
instant she sees something hard, her cunt fires up and the exquisite odors that flow
through the hole will excite the most indifferent of animals." "Sounds promising." I had
to admit. "But I don't think I want her to fuck my animals. Once they get used to
something like that they won't heat up for me." "Mother Bergenmeister chuckled. "No,
of course. I won't let her get fucked by your beloved animals. We'll just use her for bait.
Get them excited. Then, you step in, and once they get used to you, they'll bone up for
you every time." "I was beginning to comprehend. "Some one will throw a good fuck
into the charming Magdalene while the animals watch and smell the delicious odors
wafting from her box and ass. Since they respond to odors, they'll automatically bone
up. Then...' But I was too excited to go on.
"The old woman chuckled. "Then, you'll step in and get the animal hosing you've been
craving ever since you watched your Auntie Helga get laid by the Shetland." "Yes." I
burst out, excitedly. "Oh yes. I want to experience the great happiness Aunt Helga
received when that long, animal stiffer reamed out her juicy cunt.' But then, I calmed
down, and grew more realistic. "Who is going to dick Magdalene to get the animals
aroused? A boy friend? An older man? Who?' "Mother Bergenmeister consulted a note
pad. "As you realize." she explained, 'I have always craved young cock myself. I have a
list of boys that service me. One of them will be happy to pour it into Magdalene if I
pay him." "Rising, I dug 500 crowns out of my purse and flung them down to the table.
"Pay him. And if he does a good job, there'll be more in it for him.' Then, I pressed a
1000 crown note into the hand of the old woman. "For you Mother. Select a good,
discreet boy to do the job. As for Magdalene, I'll pay her parents well. They won't be
disappointed." "The mid-wife's eyes lit up at the sight of the money. Caressing the 1000
crown note I gave her, she stuffed it into a hiding place down her dress between her
tits.
"Tonight." she promised me. "We'll meet you at your farm tonight. And before the
night is over, I promise... an animal will give you the joy and release you so desperately
crave." "For the rest of the day, I was so nervous I could hardly breathe. The thought of
a hard, wild and completely uninhibited cock goose-pimpled my skin and they persisted
until I thought I had a case of hives. Once or twice I was compelled to stifle the impulse
to masturbate while I fantasized an animal fucking me. And I had already selected my
lover, a huge collie dog, sleek and big cocked. His eyes were round and brown and
almost human. Many times since my arrival on the farm I had tried to make him. Once
I disrobed and shoved my dripping cunt into his snout. Another time, I held him close
to me against my tits and stroked his penis. But he just wouldn't bone up for me.
Tonight, I promised myself, the collie named Hans would become my lover.
"At eight p.m. sharp, the company of fucksters led by the good Mother Bergenmeister
showed up. Young Magdalene looked exactly the way the old woman had described her.
A bit short but shapely with blooming boobies, a good, solid waist, sliding hips and a
couple of melonlike cheeks. Her ass looked good enough to eat. And her legs, although
on the short side, were sturdy and had shape to them. Best of all, she had a sense of
humor and her brilliant blue eyes sparkled.
"I just love to fuck before other people." she gushed at me. "And to think you're a great
motion picture actress watching me. I hope you'll approve." "I'm sure you'll be
wonderful." I assured her. "Just do what comes naturally, and don't be too concerned if
others approve or not. Just fuck and enjoy it as you always do." "Oh, I shall, I shall."
Magdalene assured me. "The feel of something hard and hot inside my box turns me
on. Poppa says I take after momma. She loves it, too." "Mother Bergenmeister then
introduced her prize pupil, a tall, gangly boy of about sixteen by the name of Tomas
'He won't disappoint." she said with a sly wink at the boy. That wink contained
memories of past affairs when she took him to bed with her. Now, she was gladly
sharing him with the young girl. The boy seemed she and ill-ease around so many
females. But I read something else in .iris eyes, too. .He was the sort who preferred
older women. Would he be able to perform with thirteen-year-old Magdalene? Would
he be so inept with a younger girl that she would be unable to discharge the strong but
necessary odors to arouse the animals?
"Nervously now, I nodded for the young couple to start in. We were in the living room
of my cottage with the collie dog in the center. The dog Hans kept looking from one
person to the other with a certain bewilderment. He wasn't used to being around a lot
of people. Would this interfere with his reaction to any cuntal discharges?
"The girl quickly disrobed and could hardly wait for activities to commence. The boy,
on the other hand, was slow about removing his clothes. Slow and shy. He was a farm
helper with a tall, strong and muscular body. As he peeled off his shirt, my eyes took in
the way the muscles rippled over his arms and chest. But would he be well hung?
Sometimes boys with muscles were poorly cocked. My fears dissipated as finally his
underclothing dropped to the floor, and he stepped out into the nude. The head of his
cock almost touched his knees.
"Mother Bergenmeister looked at him with pride shining in her eyes. "Hung like a
stud." she boasted. "He's better than a stud. He's got an educated tongue, too." "Tomas
blushed, "All I know is what you taught me." he told the older woman who nodded.
"Yes." Mother said, 'you were ignorant when I got hold of you. Now, I want you to
show the nice lady from Stockhom how good you are. Show her that we village people
are better than the sissies from the city." "Magdalene gushed. "He's really hung. And to
think I'm getting paid to screw him! What luck.' Then, she looked at the old woman,
questioningly. "You said he's got an educated tongue.' Shuddering, she added, 'A hot,
wriggly tongue up my twat really grooves me." "I said, 'Yes, I'd like to see Tomas go
down on Magdalene. As an inspiration for the dog.
After all, I'll want the same kind of tongue treatment." "I'll do my best." Tomas assured
us.
"The elderly mid-wife turned to me. "Now, you must prepare yourself, my dear. Off
with your clothes, too. And while you watch the children enjoy themselves, you should
be fondling the dog Hans. Play with his cock, squeeze his nuts, kiss him. In brief, as his
nostrils picks up the horny scent from Magdalene's hot box, he'll bone up, immediately.
Be prepared to accept his prick." "Of course." I replied, quickly. "Yes. I'll take off my
clothes right now." "As I disrobed, an idea struck me. Since the boy was obviously
attracted to older, more mature but attractive women, I'd get him hot and bothered and
when he fucked Magdalene, he could be watching me, or even thinking of me.
Unfortunately, young boys didn't arouse me.
"And as though I was playing a role in one of my motion pictures, I skillfully took off
my clothes in a manner designed to arouse and excite the boy. His eyes never left my
body and when, at last, I stepped out naked, his cock swung quickly upwards towards
the angle of the fuck.
"You're... you're beautiful." he said to me in a hushed tone of voice. "Your titties are
small but so smartly shaped and those nipples... I could suck on them all day. And the
way your belly button twists in, it reminds me of a... cunt." "Standing with legs, apart
and arms out, I asked, softly, 'And my cunt, dear Tomas. What do you think of my wet,
juicy cunt?' "His mouth began to slobber. "Eat." he breathed. "Cunt's made for eating,
and..." "I turned slowly around to give him an unobstructed look at the cheeks of my
ass. They were shapely, well-rounded, firm and through the cleavage, a wisk-broom
spray of hairs poked out of my rectum.
"Does my ass turn you on?' I laughed. "Do a good job with Magdalene and I'll let you
kiss my ass." "He nodded, vigorously. "Yes, yes, I promise. I'll throw her a fast and
furious fuck she'll never forget." "Magdalene wasn't in the least perturbed that Tomas
had shown a preference for me. In fact, it excited her. And it excited her even more to
think I was going to screw the dog.
"Can I watch?' she asked. "It would really turn me on to watch Hans lay it in your
pussy.' And pointing to my hairy box, she piped up. "Look, it's all wet and mushy all
ready. Please let me watch your dick Hans!' "I promised, 'Yes, you certainly may watch.
But of course, you realize that if you don't get good and hot and let that box smell up,
Hans won't bone up and I won't get fucked." "Then don't keep the good, kind lady
waiting." Mother Bergenmeister clucked at her two, young charges. "Show her how
good you are." "I'm ready." Magdalene piped up.
"And she was. The flesh of her breasts were firm with desire, the nipples erected and
moist. Oily secretions were flowing softly from her aroused rectum, and from out of her
pussy hole, liquid from her cunt pores were dribbling down her leg.
"How?' she asked Tomas. "How are you going to give me that great, big, lovely cock
bone?' "Dropping to his knees, Tomas replied, 'First I show the good lady how I kiss
the pussy. In case, she wants me to go down on her." "Shoving her hips forward,
Magdalene gushed. "Suck me good. But don't make me blow. I don't want that to
happen until I feel that meat stick inside of me." "On his knees, Tomas kept his eyes
trained in my direction as he buried his face in the muff. The young girl had more hairs
that a grown woman but the boy managed to locate the right places with his educated
piece of tongue flesh.
"As I watched, I kept sniffing the air in hopes of detecting the aroma from Magdalene's
cunt. So far, nothing of a definite nature happened. Hans the dog watched with keen,
interested eyes but his penis remained soft and limpid. Whatever odors he required
were not, as yet, wafting out from the girl's lovely tunnel of twat.
"Impatiently, I hissed, 'Fuck her. Smell up her cunt. Come on. Enough of the kid's
play. Get down to cases!' "Eager to please me, Tomas shoved Magdalene over on her
back, and mounted her. Without bothering with any more preliminaries, he drove his
driver straight down the mine of cunt.
"So hard!' Magdalene shouted at the top of her lungs. "Pour it to me. Hard. I'll take it...
Every fucking inch, I'll take. Now give... Give me all you've got!' "Yeah." Tomas
grunted but with his eyes still turned in my direction. "This is the way I handle cunt."
and reaching under the cheeks, he drove one finger deep into the confines of her shit
hole. Magdalene's legs shot straight up into the air.
"Mother Bergenmeister grew so excited she started to clap her hands in rhythm with
the boy's thumping body. "Go, go, go." she screeched with every thump of their bodies.
"The scene of the fuck so excited me that for a moment I forgot about Hans the dog.
Absent-mindedly, my fingers kept stroking the canine cock and without realizing what
was happening, the meat slid out into a firm erection. And then, I, too, detected the
cuntal aromas floating up from the cunt that was so efficiently stuffed with driving
cock.
"Mother Bergenmeister started to scream at me. The psychological moment had arrived.
"Hurry." she yelled. The dog's boning up. He's ready. Don't delay. Pluck him now
while he's in the mood for human pussy." "There wasn't a doubt in the world now that
Hans was, at last, prepared to drive his canine cock into a human sex hole. Heat flowed
unabatedly through the skin of his nuts, and his prick was quivering as though he was
more than prepared to shoot out his load if called upon.
"Nervously, I sprang up. I had been so immersed in the problem of making Hans bone
up, I didn't really know how to fuck an animal. What position should I adopt? My eyes
shot out the questions silently towards the old woman.
"She understood, immediately. "Fuck him any way it seems natural. Forget he's a dog.
He's your lover, your sweetheart. Do anything you want in any way you want to do it.
With his bone on, he'll go along with your desires. Let your need be your guide." "That
was simple then. My need was to dominate the animal, twist him to my thinking, make
his obey my whims, show him I was boss. And there was only one way to accomplish
this goal. I had to mount the animal and pump the fuck out of him.
"With this in mind, I rolled him over on the back, and then squatted over his face.
"Suck." I hissed out my command. "Eat my cunt for a few minutes. Quickly, quickly ...'
And without waiting for his response, I shoved my twat hard against his nose.
"Instantly, like an uncoiled spring, the tongue of the dog sprang out and hit my
throbbing clitoris.
"Yes." I screamed, "that's it darling. Suck your mommy's box. Oh my that feels so
goddamned good. Go, Hans, go..." "When I reached a point where I could no longer
endure the moist, hot sensation that kept licking not only at my cunt but at every pore
in my body, I wrenched my body away from the salivating piece of flesh and hopped
down over his enlarged cock. The balls were flopping around, excitedly and the tissues
of the skin were pulsating faster than my heart beat.
"Going to fuck you sweetheart." I called down to my erected but docile lover.
"Mommy's going to sit down on your precious prick!' "And I did. Lowering the cheeks
of my ass, I aimed my fuck funnel at the up thrust rod, and managed to snare it in the
trap on the very first attempt. My eyes squeezed tight.
"Ohmeohmy." I gurgled like a school girl. "Your dog cock feels so wonderful inside of
me.' It was a sensation that I had never felt before. Now, I understood why Aunt Helga
wanted her animal lovers. No man could cock a woman with anything as hard or as
wonderful. Leaning forward, I held the nipple of one tit into the mouth of the dog who
started to suck it so wildly I thought he might pull the entire breast off my body. And
all the while, he kept sucking, I kept pounding him with my ass.
"Old Mother Bergenmeister shouted, elatedly. "Keep it up." she kept shouting out her
encouragements. "You're doing just great for a novice. You've got a wonderful talent for
animals. Keep it up. Blow him... blow him..." she cackled out her commands with an
excitement that told me the old woman was getting physically aroused herself.
"To one side of me the two youngsters were rapidly approaching a climax. At least, I
didn't see how they could keep on banging against each other's bodies so violently for
very much longer. Magdalene had thrown both of her legs around the ribcage of the
boy whose ass kept bobbing up and down as though it was trying to tear itself loose
from his body.
"The girl kept screeching and yammering out the most obscene cries that even brought
blushes to my face. But the lewdness of her language contributed to the excitement.
Even old Mother Bergenmeister's face grew flushed and her horny fingers started to rub
up against her own vulva area. After it was all over, she'd doubtless make Tomas give
her a good pounding. Now however, she was merely enjoying the spectacle of bestiality.
"For the first time in many years, the long, hard dog cock was very efficiently driving
me to an orgasm. Of that, there was no doubt. The back of my ass kept heaving so
violently I was afraid I'd crush the poor dog's chest. But it didn't seem to bother him.
Instead of complaining like a man, his prick actually got harder and it felt so long I
thought the head was going to hit my tonsils.
"Then, as they say in America... the shit hit the fan. The door of my conscious world
caved in and the flesh of my body threatened to burn itself off my bones. My cunt was
ejecting a torrent of fluids. The stuff kept cascading through the slot with undiminished
fury.
"Falling..." I screeched, senselessly. "Falling apart, My whole goddamn body's falling
apart..." "My inane chitterings as I orgasmed were finally drowned out by the most
chilling scream I had ever heard in my entire life. Magdalene was climaxing and as her
cunt flung out the hot effluent, her mouth emitted a stream of obscene-ties that would
have done justice to a barge captain.
"All of a sudden, I started to curse too. But in an ecstatic way. Hans, my darling dog
started to spurt hot cream in and all over the outside of my box. The side of the cream
puddles all over the black hairs excited me to such an extent, I started climaxing all
over again. Finally, I toppled off the dog and collapsed on the floor.
"A good one?" Mother Bergenmeister called over to me with her shiny, happy face.
"My life is now complete." I managed to breathe. "Before I was merely existing. Now,
finally, I've started to live. Never again, will I do without my animal cock..." "The old
woman beamed. "You haven't even scratched the possibilities. The dog was good but
the Shetland pony will be even better. And don't forget the pig. Their coiled cock bones
are magnificent. They're the most passionate of all the animals!' "I want to try a pig. I
want to try them all. But I want the adorable Hans to live with me in my bedroom.
He'll service me wherever I go..." "For six months of the year, I contracted to continue
to make moving pictures. But the remaining months were spent on my farm with my
beloved animals. Then, and only then do I live. The rest of the time I'm merely waiting
for the good life in Ansgar..."


Conclusions To Case File 1

Raised in an isolated farming community in central Sweden, the case subject Rikke T.
knew about bestiality at an early age. It was the custom for older, widowed women to
have sexual relations with animals. However, after she moved to the city and started to
have a career as a motion picture actress, Rikke tried to put such thoughts from her
mind. In the urban areas of Sweden including Stockholm, bestiality is considered
perverse. But after a long and unsuccessful marriage to a world-renowned director,
Rikke realized her life was unsuccessful, too. She hadn't fulfilled herself as a woman.
Returning to Ansgar, she realized she wanted to try bestial sex since she couldn't forget
the scene between her aunt and a pony. What she really couldn't forget was her aunt's
happiness with her bestial lover. With the assistance of the village mid-wife, Rikke
experimented with bestial sex and found a fulfillment as a woman.
The village of Ansgar where bestiality was condoned and practiced made a profound
effect on her as a young girl. Although she left the village and became a world famous
motion picture actress, she could never forget the village or the early farm life where the
seeds of bestiality were instilled in her at the age of puberty.


Case File 2 

Subject: Hedvig W.
Age: 48 
Occupation: Social Leader 
Sexual Record: A resident of Goteborg, and widow of a prominent industrialist, Hedvig
W. was married for many years to a wealthy man but an incompetent one. Refusing to
give up her life of wealth she remained with the man, who refused to let her have
sexual affairs with younger, more able men. As a result, she became a skilled
masturbator who fantasized during the act of self play. One of her most exciting
fantasies involved a scene of bestial sex between a variety of animals and young,
puberty- aged girls. Invariably such fantasies brought on the most satisfying and
complete orgasms. When finally, she became a widow, the case subject decided to live
out her mastubatory fantasies. Tempting young girls in various ways, she then coaxed
them to have sex with an animal while she watched and masturbated. Sometimes, she
joined in but most of the time she was content to merely watch and masturbate.
ANALYST: You are a widow now and still comparatively young. Why don't you find a
capable man and marry or, at least, have a normal affair with him?
HEDVIG: After living for over twenty years with a man who couldn't get it up, I've had
enough of men and their problems. A: But masturbating is not a normal sexual release.
It can't be satisfying. You're an intelligent, healthy woman.
H: But it is satisfying the way I go about it. A: You mean watching others play out your
fantasies? H: Exactly!
A: But this is merely vicarious. You, yourself, are not relating to another human being.
H: I beg your pardon. I am relating... to the girls who fuck the animals for me.
A: In what way do you relate to them?
H: I'm concerned about them. I help them with their personal problems.
A: And in return they perform for you with animals?
H: Yes. But they want to. I don't force anyone to fuck my dogs, or horses. They want to
do it. And in some cases, their parents approve. A: Their parents? You pay them? H: Of
course. I help them financially. I'm understanding of their problems, and they're
understanding of mine.
A: When did you first realize that fantasies involving animal sex affected you?
HEDVIG: "After the first year of marriage to my husband Oscar, he grew impotent. He
was many years older than myself. We tried everything but nothing worked,. Finally, he
ordered me to leave him alone. He was content to live out the rest of his life with a
limp dick. When I asked him to bring in young, male whores to fuck me for pay he
refused. There are many such boys in Goteborg who do such things and they're quite
reasonable. But Oscar was a jealous man and the thought of another male touching me
infuriated him. To make certain nothing of that nature occurred he hired detectives to
watch me. Naturally, I became frustrated. I didn't want to give up the style of life he
gave me or the opportunity to inherit everything.
"But I was resourceful, and I started to masturbate. In fact, I brought a high skill to the
art of masturbation. Once, quite by accident, I watched two dogs perform outside my
bedroom window. They were literally fucking up a storm. They both appeared to be so
overjoyed, so enraptured and so gripped with lust that I started to think of the two
fucking animals whenever I started to finger my hole. Soon, my fantasies grew wilder. I
envisioned an animal screwing a girl while I watched from my window. With this
fantasy in mind I jacked off repeatedly and repeatedly, I hit the biggest orgasm of my
life. Undoubtedly, this sort of bestial fantasy was the sort of exciting, erotic stimuli that
I craved.
"By the time I became a widow, the scene of bestial sex was firmly part of my nature.
And I could hardly wait to see the real thing. With Oscar gone, there was nothing to
stop me. I simply had to find out if I really would grow as excited watching a live girl
fuck a live animal. But how was I supposed to go about it? Fortunately, my hairdresser
in Goteborg was a woman with whom I could share certain, intimate confidences. And
I valued her advice.
"Before you go to the trouble and expense of paying girls to perform for you." she told
me. "Go to a public performance between a girl and a donkey. It will give you a certain
feel for that sort of thing. And then, if it appeals to you, then arrange for a private
showing." "I agreed. This would enable me to be a discreet viewer of the act and decide
for myself it if really turned me on or turned me off. The public performance was being
held at a local circus. Of course, it wasn't really public. In fact, only certain people were
permitted to buy tickets and then in a highly secretive way for such performances are
illegal. The hairdresser arranged to purchase a ticket for me.
"Arriving at the tent, I was shown to a private box where I could watch and not be seen
by anyone else. Such a convenience was extra but worth it. I had my social position in
Goteborg to protect. An attendant led out the donkey and I must say the sight of the
beast excited me almost immediately. Well-groomed and sleek, he looked as though he
was capable of throwing a hard, satisfying fuck. But his dong was on the enormous
side. How would a mere female get all that meat stuffed inside her box?
"When the star of the performance came out, there was a great deal of applause and I
must say she was a very attractive young lady; tall, curvaceous and affable. She looked
as though she really might enjoy such an act. I was afraid I was in for one of those
bored-looking girls who went through a bunch of mechanical gyrations without
appreciating what she was doing. But the star of this particular show did look
promising. And before she fucked the donkey, she even gave us a little speech.
'"Ladies and gentlemen." she began, 'I'm going to fuck my adorable Appolo. He is a
gem and I really love him. I can't describe to you, my dear friends, the thrill of feeling
that long, needle-pointed donkey bone barge so insistently into my more than willing
tube of cunt. When you watch Appolo slide his tool in and out of my box, remember I
am not doing this act in public to be vulgar or just for money, I'm doing it to prove
that animal sex is the greatest. If some of the women in the audience want to try it,
please contact me after the show, and I'll make the arrangements. My price is moderate
for I perform this service for women in need." "This delightful, little speech was met
with much applause by the women in the audience including myself. Yes, of course, I
wouldn't hesitate in contacting her if she really turned me on with the black, nigger of a
donkey. And since I was alone in a private box, there wasn't any reason why I couldn't
masturbate if I was so inclined. At the moment, I thought I would be so inclined but I
couldn't be absolutely certain. During all of my fantasized, mastubatory sessions, I had
never visualized a donkey's prick. What did one look like? And how was she going to
make it erect?
"The answers came quickly enough. The animal was trained to obey her every
command. And her first command was to make the beast roll over on its back in order
for all of us to get a good, hard look at the penis and balls. A sigh fluttered over the
arena as the genitals of the animal became apparent to everyone. I leant forward for a
better look. Fortunately, I had the vision enough to bring with me a pair of binoculars.
Now, I held them to my eyes and adjusted the focus until the huge, black penis was
centered perfectly in my eyesight. At that particular moment the penis and nuts were in
a dormant state of flaccidity. The beast was not as yet aroused. Yet, even in its supine
state, the cock looked adorably edible, and all of a sudden molecules of saliva bubbled
through my lips and dribbled down my chin. An oily liquid was also squirming through
my cuntal crack. In fact, I grew so excited and so impatient that I leaned forward and
with uncharacteristic vulgarity, shouted. "On with the fuck!' "My cry was taken up by
other impatient women who, like myself, needed a bit of visual stimuli to heat up the
cunt.
"One woman shouted. "I didn't come here to jack off. Action. Let's have some donkey
action up some female cunt."
"The charming girl in the ring held up her hands. She wasn't, in the least, perturbed by
the shouting from the audience. To the contrary, she seemed delighted and even elated
that they cared. Playing to an interested audience clearly pleased and turned her on.
"Patience ladies." she beamed up at us. "Appolo needs a bit of time to get used to an
audience.' And blushing, she confessed. "I'm used to fucking the darling in private.
Please give him a chance to adjust." "This candid explanation calmed us down, and she
bowed to display her pleasure with our understanding. Then, she knelt beside the still
upturned donkey and began to gently massage his cock and pull lovingly on his balls.
Turning up to the audience, she explained.
"All animals just adore love play. Contrary to public opinion they are not unfeeling
brutes. They must have love. And ladies, if any of you in the audience wants to get
fucked by an animal, be sure and love him up before you consider actual intercourse."

She went on. "Most animals thrive on love and affection. And if you know this fact,
you'll all become successful animal lovers. Treat them roughly, and they won't even
bone up for you." "Quickly, I took paper and pencil from my purse and made notes of
her advice. Obviously, this pre-fuck play period did give results for the beast was
already showing signs of erecting. The penis on a donkey is a rather strange looking
affair. Instead of ending with a head, the hoselike length of meat tapers to a sharp
point. This makes the initial penetration into the human pussy easier but after the next
few inches, problems occur. The meat seems to balloon out and a female would have to
have an unusually large cuntal receptacle to hold the swollen apparatus.
"But the star of the performance was not yet prepared to make the actual penetration.
She was still very much immersed in the foreplay. And the foreplay meant stroking the
meat, squeezing the pinlike point, and even leaning over and planting a great, big,
tonguing kiss over the black shaft. Once she opened her mouth as wide as possible and
sucked a large ball past her lips. The mouth job over the penis and the nuts made the
donkey's tail twitch madly and the skin of his flanks seemed to go into a minor series of
convulsions. And while all this was going on, the nigger-black member kept rising.
"He's getting stiff." one excited female voice cried out. "What I wouldn't give to have
the dear, darling fuckster drill out my cunt with his nooky-stick." "My trembling fingers
kept adjusting the focus of my binoculars until the penis was magnified many times
over the pupils of my eyes. My mouth was salivating freely now and instinctively, my
legs spread apart to let the heat flow out freely through the lips of swelling cunt. And
the walls of my vagina started to shiver as though the arena was suddenly thirty degrees
below zero. And I couldn't stop the fingers of one hand from yanking up my skirt,
easing aside my underpants and snatching at the humid hot box.
"Ahhhhh." I sighed and instantly the image of the beast appeared in my mind. This was
perfect empathy with the girl in the ring. As she made love to the donkey I'd be able to
think of myself in her place.
"But back to reality. In the ring, the donkey was now fully boned up. The time for the
insertion was nearing. My hand started to tremble to such an extent the binoculars
almost tumbled to the floor. How is she going to manage it? I kept asking myself. How
would I go about it? But I had to shake my head in defeat. The answers weren't that
obvious to me. And by now, my head was swimming. With one hand, I had to hold the
binoculars and with the other play with my own snatch. And in between these
activities, I kept returning to paper and pencil, to scribble down notes. But after a while,
I developed a routine and managed to juggle these activities quite well without getting
too far behind in any one area.
"In the ring, the girl performer had coaxed the donkey to stand up on his feet again
and he had been trained to stand with his hind legs spread apart. This enabled the girl
to slide under his belly, take hold of that big, black dong and start to give it some oral
attentions.
"This brought a roar of approval from the crowd who were, for the most part,
cocksuckers. I too, cheered although I had never wrapped my lips around an aroused
male penis. But yet, I considered myself an adept cocksucker since I was continually
sucking them in my fantasies. "Go." I chimed in. "Eat that magnificent piece of meat."
"That's exactly what the talented girl was doing. Stretched out on her back, she took
hold of the cock which resembled an enormous baby's milk bottle and sucked as much
of the meat into her mouth as possible. With one hand, she kept pulling on those two,
balloonlike balls. The effect on the beast was devastating. His huge, round eyes rolled
around and he started to emit the strangest choking sort of sounds from deep in his
throat. And to my utter surprise, the cock grew thicker, rounder, and juicier looking.
Would it ever stop moving? I asked myself. And wasn't she making the actual fucking
that much more difficult for herself? The huger the prick, the more difficult the
penetration. That mammoth, black spike would split her body in two.
"But the star didn't seem to grow alarmed. In fact, it seemed to me, she was deliberately
trying to make the donkey's dong grow as much as possible. And I wasn't the only one
who expressed concern for her.
"One female grimaced aloud. "I can't watch any longer. That awful looking thing will
tear her wide open. How is she ever going to get a thrill out of that kind of fuck?'
"Another woman voiced a question aloud that must have been in the mind of all of us.
"Even if she gets in the dog-style position, her ass won't reach up high enough for her
four-legged fucker to make the all-important penetration." "This was true. Although the
star was athletic and agile, she was much too short for the donkey to reach. But
naturally, the girl knew what she was doing. Before she positioned herself in the
fucking position, she piled cushions up, one on top of the other. Then, she bent over
them with her ass stuck quite high up in the air.
"Now, it was the donkey's turn to perform a bit of oralism on his mistress. Ambling
over to the bent-over girl, he stuck his snout between the spread-apart cheeks of her ass
and started to lap back and forth as though he was giving her a good wipe with his
fleshy tongue.
"One excited woman with anal tendencies shrieked, excitedly. "Oh wunderbar, the
beast is wiping her ass. Wouldn't I ever love to get mine lapped with a tongue of that
size! And look the flesh is drooling. He loves to wipe ass. There must have been quite a
few women with anal preferences in the audience because the moans and sighs were
almost deafening. As a matter of fact, the sight of the donkey sticking his tongue up her
exposed ass made me wet up, too. Sometimes, I had fantasized getting licked up my shit
hole and knew it excited me for there were many sensitive nerve endings in my rectum.
Sometimes, I even masturbated with one finger jabbing in and out of my own stink
hole as the sensations were so terrific. But although I had dreamt of getting tongue
licked in my brown, I never actually thought I'd ever be lucky enough for such a thing
to happen to me in real life. But now, I realized that with animal sex, all things are
possible.
"And in the arena, the star was moaning and coughing out encouragements and
instructions for the beast to lay the tongue in just the right spot. Apparently, she had
nerves located in certain, rectal areas that were a bit hidden.
"Up my asshole and to one side." she kept pleading. "Way over to one side." and when
he finally lapped over the right spot, she screamed, 'Yeah that's it lover. Lay that tongue
up there, way up my stinky, shit hole." "One woman in the audience observed. "Look,
the animal is actually sniffing her brown spot. And oh, look." she pointed, 'he loves the
smell. Oh, I wish my husband would tongue and smell my ass with such love and
devotion." "But all of these vocal observations came to an abrupt end as the star
prepared to make the penetration. Clearly, the hot, ever-flickering tongue had had
heated up her box to such an extent she could no longer wait for the plunger to plunge
in and start bossing her box.
"Calling over her shoulder, she urged the beast to, 'take charge of my cunt, sweetheart.
Boss it. I take a strong leader. Show me how powerful you are. I'm all yours, precious.
Sink it in. All the way, sweetheart. Fuck me all the way!' "This the donkey proceeded to
do without the slightest hesitation. But first, she reached back and guided the enormous
donkey dick into the wide-open slot. Now, I understood the secret of her success. As
the beast barged into her cunt, she continued to keep a tight grip around the
circumference of the rod. In brief, she only permitted him to enter to a certain extent
and no farther. He was able to pump his fuck up to the area where she kept her fist
enclosed around the penile shaft. But there's plenty enough meat for the beast to
consummate the act of fornication, or bestiality. Every time he plunged forward, his two
massive balls squeezed flat against the slope of her cream-colored buttock flesh.
"Squeezing both eyes closed, she whined aloud, 'Oh lover fuck, give it to me and
faster." she urged, 'faster ...' As though the dumb beast could understand Swedish, he
did throw his fuck faster and with such a frenzied snorting and puffing, I thought there
was some danger in his chilling to death.
"I couldn't stand it any longer. Throwing down my binoculars, I was compelled to use
two hands in order to satisfy myself. I had seen enough and now could perfectly
fantasize the rest of the act. Pulling my skirt up to over my waist, and wriggling down
my underpants, I was now in a position to really bang away at my smarting sex hole.
And that's what I did. With all five fingers shoved up the snatch slit, I started to gyrate
and rotate my hips and every now and then, pitch them forward in the lewdest way
imaginable. The cheeks of my buttocks ground into the seat of my chair, and my
clitoris uncoiled like a springing snake. Jacking off with my left hand, I grabbed hold of
my clitter with the right hand and plunked away at it in perfect rhythm with the
mastubatory movements of my left hand.
"And although I didn't have my binoculars, I could see enough down below in the
arena to know that the bestial act was gathering up more steam by the second. By now,
the humping donkey was braying madly as' his soaking sticker plunged in and out of
the human cunt hole. From the sudden silence throughout the arena, I realized that the
other women were also engaged in self play. Now and then I could hear a few of them
panting and moaning as their fingers flew in and out of their cuntal crevices. Probably,
every woman in the arena was going to climax about the same time. I knew, or at least
I sensed that I wasn't very far away from hitting the jack-pot myself.
"Sticking her head out from under the donkey's belly, the star waggled both arms
frantically to make certain all the women were watching. It seemed terribly important
to her that the audience see every precise detail of the ejaculation.
"Watch, watch." she cried out to her enraptured audience.
"It soon became very apparent why she wanted our concentrated attention during the
blow-off period. With one final shove of his ass the donkey's prick began to erupt. The
tunnel of the star's cunt quickly filled with donkey juice and then overflowed over her
hairs, thighs, buttocks and legs. And after a full minute of uninterrupted discharge,
semen continued to shoot out of the black meat gun, wave after wave until I thought
he'd drown the young girl. And all the while, the star kept bouncing her ass back and
forth in perfect time with the fucking four-legger.
"The sight of all that thick, rich cream produced such an erotic effect on my own box
that I, too, began to leak out my joyful secretions. "Oh boy." I gushed in ecstasy. "Best
jack-off I've ever had." I told myself as the oily outpourings continued to slither down
my thighs from my distended pussy purse.
"And from the sighs, groans and grunts coming from the other private boxes, I
gathered that most of the other women in the audience were also going through a
period of ejaculation. Of course, while it was clear that the star had also shot her wad,
her cuntal discharges were so intermingled with the syrupy semen from the donkey we
couldn't detect its presence. But from the enraptured look on her face, there wasn't a
single doubt that she, too, had experienced a copious release.
"Crawling out from under the donkey's belly, the girl bowed to an appreciative
audience, and again repeated her pledge to assist any woman in the audience experience
bestial relations if they so desired. The response was immediate and almost
overwhelming. Timidly, I joined the line of sheepish-looking women who waited
outside of the star's dressing room.
"Finally, when I gained an audience with her in private, I didn't know where to begin.
The girl... her name was Ingrid... encouraged me to speak freely and openly. "Think of
me as a psychiatrist." she said. "Only I'm better. I help women face the reality of their
lives. First of all, eliminate any feelings of shame associated with animal sex. It is a
perfectly normal desire. Once you accept that premise." she assured me, 'your fears and
trepidations will vanish. Now." she coaxed, 'unburden yourself to Ingrid." "With such a
patient and understanding girl, I really had no further trouble in confessing the sad
story of my life, my lack of sex, my adventures into fantasized mastubatory sessions,
and now my recent widowhood.
"Ingrid nodded. "This is a rather familiar story." she assured me. "Many women live
out lives of quiet desperation. Now, you are finally alone and you wish to do something
about it. Make up lost time. Have yourself a fling... and with an animal." "I nodded.
"Yes, and no." I said. "The thought of animal sex turns me on. But ...' and then, I
hesitated and my old timidness returned my old fears.
"Ingrid lit up a cigarette, and looked at me in a peculiar way. "Your tastes run to the
abnormal." she guessed. "How abnormal?' "Hesitating, I finally blurted out, 'I am an
incurable voyeur. I must watch others "Ingrid nodded. "So far, you are making a rather
normal, and quite common request. Every woman in the audience this evening was
turned on by merely watching me fuck the adorable Appolo. And they were turned on
even more when they realized that I enjoyed getting pricked by that long, black animal
member. I'm quite sure that the majority of the females in the audience were jacking off
while I was getting dicked. That's the reason we provide private boxes. To let the more
bashful women masturbate without anyone watching." "Nodding, I admitted, 'I was one
of them. Just watching you excited... the hell out of me." I burst out, boldly.
"Ingrid laughed. "So far, so good. What's the problem?' "Again, my old fears returned.
"In my fantasies, I keep seeing a certain type of female getting animal fucked. And
that's the type I want to watch for real." "A certain type?' Ingrid repeated the words
looking searchingly into my face. "Now, we are getting to the heart of the matter.
Continue." she insisted.
"Girls." I finally blurted out. "Young girls. High school girls, or even younger. Girls
with fierce, hot cunts who would really throw a terrific fuck with an appreciative
animal. Girls with young, firm bodies with but one thought on their minds... to get
screwed by something long, hard and furious. And girls who are free with their
language, When they are getting dicked, I want to hear them cry out in the foulest,
lewdest way imaginable. Then... and only then will my cunt heat up to the point where
I can really blow out a tornado of an orgasm.' I blushed. "Do you think that such a
desire is abnormal?' "Ingrid laughed. "Why does every woman who approaches me
think she's abnormal. No!' she answered my question. "Years of sex denial has made
you highly erotic. You require erotic stimuli that is not abnormal. It's ...' and she
groped for just the proper expression. Finally, she settled on, 'it's different. And I
think... delightful. But one question, please. While you watch the girl fucking the
animal... what are you going to do?' "Jack off." I replied, immediately. "And sometimes,
I'll join in. I'd have the dog eat my cunt while he's screwing the young girl's ass off.
Something like that." "Bravo." Ingrid applauded. "You are a true erotic. But after you
have had your fill of voyeurism, you'll graduate to animal cock, pure and simple. My
advise is to forget the looking at someone else have all the fun and just settle for animal
prickery." "In time." I promised. "In time. But at first, it's so important I merely watch
and jack off because that's the way I've always fantasized animal sex." "The cigarette
smoke trickled slowly through Ingrid's finely chiseled nostrils as she looked at me,
thoughtfully. "What's the problem then?' she asked. "You know what you want. Or,
what you think you want. Do it. That's my advice. Don't deny yourself a thing because
of silly convention.' '"I shook my head, quickly. "That's not the reason I'm denying
myself of the experience I've been craving for such a long time. Convention Has
nothing to do with it. I... " and now I stammered, hopelessly.
"Go on, Ingrid encouraged. "You've gone this far. Don't go bashful on me, now." "The
young girls?' I asked with a rush of breath. "Where will I find them? How will I
convince them that animal fuckery will do them good? And what will they think of me,
a social leader here in Goteborg openly masturbating in front of them?' "Ingrid ground
out her cigarette with an abrupt, almost angry gesture. "Goddammit." she hissed for the
first time. "Why do you think you're better than other women because you're wealthy
and have position.' Her voice rose, forcefully. "All women jack off! Rich and poor alike.
Smart and dumb. All have a need for cuntal release. Nature plays no favorites because
of class or education. Even the Empress Catharine of Russia wrote ecstatically about the
joys of masturbation." "I was beginning to feel better, less like some freak. I must
confess that after I finish jacking off, I'd always be plagued with feelings of shame and
guilt. Ingrid was right. She was better than a psychiatrist. .
"Still, one important question remained. "Where do I contact the teenage girls to fuck
animals while I watch?' "Ingrid thought a moment. "There are actually many places to
contact such girls, and you'll find them more willing to indulge in the bestial game than
you imagine." "I was beginning to grow excited by all her encouragement. "Where?' I
breathed out the question as I felt my cunt heating up again. "Where will I find them?'
"Obvious." Ingrid smiled. "You are a wealthy widow, capable of giving after school
employment to poor but deserving young girls who can use a few crowns. Once they
start living with you, it's entirely up to your resources to seduce them, or get them hot.
There, you are on your own. But with your imagination, I'm certain you'll come up
with the right solution. You're erotic enough to get their nuts hot enough so they'll
want to try anything." "But the animals to fuck them?' I asked.
"Ingrid smiled 'I happen to sell them. Any kind you want. That's really how I make my
living and why I'm willing to dispense with this free consultation. I expect you to
purchase your trained stud animal from me. They come rather high but worth ever inch
of their magnificent pricks." "What do you recommend?' I asked.
"In your circumstances." she said, 'I'd recommend the services of a trained dog. The
young girls won't be frightened of a dog. Afterwards, when you've had your fill of
voyeurism, and want to graduate to real animal fucking, I've got a colt with a cock
that's out of this world. Guaranteed to send you into orbit." "To begin with." I stated
making a quick decision, 'a trained dog will do fine." "I have a black poodle who will be
ideal. Soft, cuddly and trained to respond to a young girl's cunt. Of course, he'll take
care of you, too. But for a beginning, I recommend little Streak. You'll be well satisfied,
I assure you..." "The trained stud dog was not inexpensive. Five hundred crowns. And I
kept hoping he'd do the job I bought him for. The next step was to advertise for help, a
young girl to do household chores after hours. To make certain the response would be
satisfactory, I promised to pay an unusually large sum of money for such services. As
expected, many girls applied and I settled for a twelve-year-old, dark-haired with large,
brooding eyes, thick, almost negroid lips and with swelling tits and a cheeky ass. Her
developing body seemed to be shouting out its desire to get fucked. Her name was
appropriately enough Katrina. Her parents had named her after the Empress Catharine
of Russia.
"The job required for the girl to live in my apartment over the weekend which gave me
ample time to prepare a line of attack. At first I tried to be very correct and proper. A
discreet inquiry informed me that she did not have a boy friend which was heartening.
And after the first night she spent in my place, I discovered, much to my delight, spots
on the sheets where she had undoubtedly been jacking off. That discovery gave me the
courage to go full steam ahead with my original plans.
"Fortunately our bedrooms adjoined. The second night I left my door slightly ajar,
which permitted her to peek into my bedroom. Pretending that I didn't know the door
was open, I undressed and made certain she got a good look at my naked body as I
stood in front of the full length dressing table mirror and pretended to admire my
naked body. Softly, I kept cupping my ample tits and moaning softly as I fingered the
slit of my cunt. Every now and then, I'd assume a semi-squat and run a stiffened finger
in and out of the hole as my hips gyrated and twisted lasciviously.
"Through the mirror, I caught a glimpse of the girl watching me with open-eyed
fascination. Perhaps she never thought a mature woman of forty-eight played with
herself. But knowing I had an interested audience, I really let myself go. My cheeks
blushed and I started to moan as though I really was getting cocked.
"Fuck me." I whispered to my ghostly lover. "Drill your prick in me, sweet heart." "But
after a minute or so of that play, I decided the time was ripe to introduce a bestial note
to the activities. I didn't want to introduce the actual dog as yet. That might be going
too far, too quickly. Fortunately, I had purchased a stuffed poodle that looked
remarkably like Streak. The poodle even had a stuffed prick that was fully erected.
"Laying down on the bed with the stuffed poodle clasped in my arms, I started to
fondle the toy and call it endearing names. Again, from the corner of my eye, I noticed
that Katarina was an interested spectator. Spreading my legs, and flexing my knees
upward, I held the poodle toy between my legs and kept on coaxing it to, 'Fuck me,
lover. Throw that long, black prick up my hot pussy box and go to town. Quickly, my
precious dog cock. Fill up every inch of my cunt and blow me out good!' "The girl in
the next room gasped as she crept closer to the adjoining door to get a better view. I
pretended I didn't see her. My arms were enfolded around the stuffed poodle and I kept
on exhorting it to, 'Fuck me, lover. Drill out my hot cunny cone." "And then, when I
was certain I had the close and undivided attention of the girl, I grasped the stuffed dick
on the poodle and pressed it tightly through the lips and into the groove. And to my
own surprise, even the artificial dick felt good.
"F... f... fuck me." I groaned, excitedly. This artificial dick was much better than a
finger. And receiving these divine sensations, I didn't have to pretend about the joys of
the dog cock. Throwing both legs straight up into the air to form the letter V, I
proceeded to throw a fuck at the stuffed dog. Every part of my body moved. My arms
jacked the toy back and forth as though the stuffed dog was actually moving of its own
accord. At the same time, my hips kept grinding around in the lewdest way possible,
the way I once saw a professional stripper move her hips. And all the while, I screeched
out obscene mouthings. "Fuck my cunt." or 'blast your big prick up my box.' Expletives
calculated to not only arouse myself but also the girl.
"And I succeeded beyond my wildest dreams. The temperature of my own body
increased to such an extent my face started to blaze, and the juice spurted through my
crack with ever increasing fury. But I had been excited before I even started the
masturbatory movements with the stuffed dog. Was I affecting the girl? The answer
soon came hurtling back at me in a very loud and definite affirmative.
"Unable to remain a passive bystander the girl quickly dropped her pajamas, and drove
a well-skilled finger up the hairified twat. Then, assuming the position of the semi-squat
she proceeded to finger-fuck herself with such an expertise I felt clumsy and ashamed.
This young girl was already an expert with the finger and cunt. And I'll never forget the
wild look on her face or in her eyes. And she managed to keep finger time with my
own masturbatory maneuvers with the dog.
"Finally, I realized I was going to hit pay dirt much quicker than expected. Tissues and
organs within me started thumping about, and the skin of my body quivered, violently.
"Not yet." I tried to stall the explosion by talking myself out of it. "Don't blow out,
yet." "But there was no stopping a hurricane or a river in flood. The forces of the blow
off were too far gone to stop or pull back. In a very few seconds, my innards were going
to fling out their secretions.
"Oh dog lover." I shouted at the top of my lungs, no longer caring that I had a
spectator. "Your prick is taking charge of my box so beautifully. So fuckingly
beautifully..." "An anguished cry from the adjoining room told me that the girl had also
hit the jack-off point. Staggering backwards with her fingers still immersed in her quite
large snatch, she toppled over on the bed. And so, Phase One of my plan ended on a
highly successful note. I had learned several important facts about the girl Katrina. She
responded easily and lustily to erotic stimuli, and she needed to be fucked.
"Phase Two of the plan couldn't be executed until the following week when she
returned to sleep over the weekend with me again. This time, I decided to go all out.
Some how I was going to get her to screw the dog Streak. During the week I had been
practicing on the trained stud animal, holding him in my naked arms, stroking his
prick, fondling the dick until he almost... but not quite... ejaculated. All throughout the
week I deliberately teased and even sucked his cock until the animal was desperate for a
blow. Of course, I made certain that he didn't get a chance to ejaculate. Also, I let him
sniff and suck my cunt. The slightest odor from an aroused pussy was now capable of
exciting his libido.
"With all that preparation the four-legged fucking machine was almost berserk for
pussy. And when Katrina arrived to spend the weekend with me, I casually said, 'I'm a
bit worried about my dog Streak. He's getting lonely sleeping out in the yard, and I
simply won't let him sleep with me because I'm allergic to his fur when I'm around him
too long. Would you... ?' I hesitated as though embarrassed. "Would you let him sleep
with you, tonight?' "Yes." she replied, quickly. "I'd love to have the company. I get
lonely sleeping by myself, too." "That night, I again left my bedroom door slightly ajar
and propped myself up in bed with the best view possible. Almost from the beginning
sparks of excitement flew all over the place. For one thing, Katrina skipped her
pajamas. She crept into bed in the nude. Streak leaped beside her, and immediately she
took him into her arms and crushed the drooling dog up against her big tits. The
canine cocked up, instantly and the girl quickly dropped her hand over the shaft and
started to pull and squeeze the meat. The jaws of the dog snapped open to let the saliva
flow freely down and over the girl's naked body.
"The next thing I knew the covers were tossed onto the floor, and the girl was flat on
her back with legs spread apart and raised up at the knees. "Suck me." she whimpered.
The clitoris was already fully extended and she started to flick it back and forth with
thumb and forefinger. The hips were purplish-colored and thick as ant hills. Even from
my position I noticed the soft, liquid inner flesh of her cunt ooze out juices.
"Streak didn't need a second invitation to lap up the liquid from the girl's pussy. His
long, red tongue zoomed out and his head bobbed back and forth so energetically, I
thought his neck might be broken.
"Eat me." the precocious girl whined. "Blow me out." "Streak had no intention of
making her climax with his tongue. That's not what he was trained to do. Cunnilingus
was merely a preliminary, a bit of exciting foreplay that preceded the actual fuck, the
insertion of his quivering cock into the pulsating pussy. But as he tried to raise his head
up and move forward to position his prick over the slobbering cunt, the girl protested.
"No, no, no." she shrilled out her refusal for actual intercourse with an animal. "I'm
saving my cunt for my first boy friend. It's all right to suck me off but I don't want to
give myself to a dog. Not for my first lover." "But Streak didn't comprehend. He had
been trained to respond to a girl's hot pussy. First, he licked and then he pricked. This
licking-pricking routine was the destiny he had been trained to fulfill. Now, the girl was
protesting. Streak would have none of her protests.
"And I was silently urging the dog on. "Fuck her." I whispered under my breath.
"Don't pay any attention to her. Rape her if necessary. But drill that dong inside her
wet womb." "Once again, Streak moved forward and this time, he clamped his paws
around the upper portion of her body. His hindquarters were already pumping back
and forth although the long, stiff prick kept bumping harmlessly off her thighs. He
didn't seem to have much of direction, and to my consternation, I suddenly realized
that without her assistance, he was going to have a rough time of screwing the girl. I
had been prepared to masturbate the moment Streak's dick slid into her sex groove.
And for the occasion, I had purchased the most lifelike dildo that money could buy.
The artificial penile shaft was one foot in length, the cockhead was larger than a full
grown onion, and the skin was painted a lifelike combination, of pinks, reds and
crimsons. There were even an array of veins crisscrossing along the under-shaft. At the
base of the pole were two large plastic balls filled with warmish water. When I
climaxed, I was supposed to squeeze the nuts and get a gusher of warm water up the
twat.
"And so I was excitedly prepared to try out my newly purchased dildo for the first time
as I watched the scene of bestial sex. But now, there was some doubt whether or not the
act was going to be consummated. The hole of a young girl's cunt is small. The dog was
going to require her full cooperation to hit the target. And the protesting girl was not
giving him that all-important cooperation.
'"Suck me off." she hissed. "That's what I want. It's not right for a dog to fuck a girl.
Now, do as you're told." she insisted.
"Poor Streak. He was only doing what came naturally. He had been trained to penetrate
the vagina of a human female. Cunt-licking was only a preliminary but not the entire
act. To his credit, he refused to release the grasp his paws had around the upper portion
of her body. His furry, black chest rested heavily against her tits, and his prick kept
streaking back and forth against the lower portion of her body. Probably that's why
they named him Streak. But a curious development was beginning to occur, and one
that gave me a certain amount of hope.
"While Streak's aim wasn't improving in the least, the cries and twistings of the girl's
body were growing feebler and feebler all the time. She was beginning to respond to the
erotic feeling generated by the darting cockhead as it bumped sensuously against her
skin. "Nooooo." she sobbed but with less emphasis, less determination to fend him off.
"Excitedly, I picked up my dildo again with the hope I'd soon be able to use it. Holding
it poised over my distended cuntal lips, I whispered out encouragements to the dog.
"Go Streak, go." I said but in a voice the girl couldn't hear.
"Streak was still going like mad. His hindquarters were fucking up a storm although the
cockhead kept bouncing harmlessly off her thighs or lower belly. Still, the girl kept
twisting her body but now, I realized the turning of her thighs was less desperate than
before. Actually, she was moving her box in position to accept the cock. And after one
series of jackhammer like blows of the dick, the head pumped past the lips which
gripped the trespasser.
"No, no, no." the girl squealed. "A dog's not supposed to fuck a girl. Mustn't do such a
thing. Don't...' But even as she protested, she kept squirming her body around in such
a way to facilitate entry of the shaft into her pussy groove.
"Streak took every advantage of the situation By now, his cockhead was firmly wedged
between the outer cuntal lips. But he had been trained well enough for him to realize
the psychological advantage was on his side, too. He sensed an increase in the flow of
heat out of the girl's passion pit and the flow of swampy sex fluids out of the slot told
him the girl was now receptive for the slamming fuck that only an animal can deliver.
"Without a moment's further hesitation, I held the dildo positioned over my cunt and
then jerked it down in a stabbing movement. And not for one single second did my
eyes leave the scene of bestiality in the next room. That's what I needed; the sight of a
four-legged lover flashing his dick into the jism factory. The instant the artificial cock
whistled into my cunt, my legs shot straight up into the air, and I proceeded to bang
myself with undiminished zeal. Over the pupils of my eyes, the exciting scene of bestial
love was firmly fixed.
"By now, the girl had discarded all pretense of opposition. Instead, once she received a
taste of solid, hot and living prick, she was screaming out a mixture of endearments,
encouragements and obscenities.
"Fuken me." she breathed over and over again. "P... p... plant it deep inside of my box."
"Streak knew what to do without any instructions. Raising up on his hind legs, he
proceeded to pound the virginal cunt with undiminished fury. His eyes glazed, his
tongue hung out, his mouth watered and his balls flew about like paper sacks in a
windstorm. Throwing both legs around the poodle's rib cage, she slipped the buttocks
of her ass down and ground both cheeks deeply into the mattress. Her lewd mouthings
were shocking in one so young and exciting, too.
"Fuck that cunt, bitch, bastard dog. Pound my ass, cunt lapper. Blow it up. Up... up..."
"Her bad language was contagious. Quickly, I heard myself uttering foul obscenities to
my dildo. "Screw my pussy, shit-stick. Pump me out good...' I couldn't help myself. But
I quickly discovered that vulgar language in the midst of a sex act did wonders for me. I
grew hotter, more excitable and more determined to eject the biggest outpouring of
pussy juice in my entire career as a masturbator.
"The end came at the same time for both of us. My blazing cheeks kept quivering as my
thickened tongue tried to move and utter more obscenities. Only grunts and sighs
trickled through my lips, now, now. Every ounce of concentration was riveted on my
organs that were threatening to explode, momentarily.
"In the adjoining room, young Katrina was babbling insanely, and the dog was
pumping so furiously, there wasn't a doubt that he, too, was about to eject.
"We all ejected, and at the same time!
"Never before in my entire life had I experienced such a blow-off. A psychological dam
within me had burst and rivulets of juice kept streaming out, ceaselessly. This was what
I needed and no doubt about it. The sight of a bestial scene between an animal and a
young girl provided me with the kind of stimuli that properly excited my libido. The
stuff came pouring through my cunt for the longest time. At long last I had hit the
proper erotic formula..."
ANALYST: But of course, it didn't last. HEDVIG: No. For a while I experienced the
most marvelous orgasms. But just for a while. A: You wanted to join in the bestial act?
H: Exactly. I fought it, of course. A: Why?
H: Watching a bestial act is one thing, doing it is another. I'm afraid I still consider the
act perverse.
A: That's why you were excited by watching it. Perversity excited you. H: Yes.
A: What happened?
H: It began to take longer and longer to reach a climax. Then, I knew I had to find
more erotic stimuli.
A: You entered in the act? Alone?
H: Alone? I'm afraid I didn't have the courage.
I needed someone to give me an encouraging nudge.
A: What did you do?
HEDVIG: "There was only one person who could really help me, Ingrid. She was better
than a psychiatrist and knew everything about bestiality.
"What are you afraid of?' Ingrid asked. "I confessed, 'I don't really know. The act of
bestiality excites me. But..." "It excites you when someone else puts an animal prick
inside their cunt. But you think you're too goddamned good for such a perverse and
dirty thing. Isn't that it?' she asked, accusingly.
"Yes." I admitted and felt thoroughly ashamed of myself. But one can't shrug off a
lifetime way of life. After all, I was forty-eight years old and had always been raised to
think of bestiality as an act associated with the poorer classes.
"Ingrid's initial burst of anger diminished. "You're a snob." she said, evenly. "But the
fact you're here with me tells a lot about yourself. You want help. You want to change
and become a normal woman devoid of false pride or snobbery.
"I nodded. "I do want help. Still, the thought of actually putting an animal's cock inside
my cunt frightens me. I am descended from a very high class family." "Ingrid came to a
decision. "There's no other way to smash the snobbery from your system than to have
you roll in shit. I'm talking in literal terms, of course." "I looked bewildered. "What are
you talking about?' I asked, alarmed. "What do you mean... roll in shit?' "Ingrid
explained herself. "At first, I had a very high class horse in mind for you. A stud of rare
breeding, a thoroughbred champion, the cleanest looking animal you've ever seen." "I
looked interested. "He sounds divine. That's the kind of animal I might be able to make
it with." "But Ingrid shook her head. "Nothing doing. If I started you out with a class
horse like him, you'd still think your shit doesn't stink. No, madam, I've got to make
you realize you're flesh and blood like the rest of us mortals. I've got to start you out
from the bottom, and then work upward with you." "Was the woman out of her mind?
'Perhaps I'd better come back some other time." I murmured. "When you're feeling
better." "The woman blocked my exit. "No!' she retorted. "If you walk out now, you'll
never be cured. You'll never find the guts to really fuck an animal and be true to your
desires. You'll go through the rest of your life afraid, and frustrated. I won't let that
happen." "I sighed. The woman was right, of course. If I walked out I really would
remain frustrated and unfulfilled. Still, that knowledge didn't make me feel any more
courageous. Getting animal fucked did frighten me. And now, she expressed the idea of
having me screw some dirty beast just to humble me a bit. But at least I could listen to
her plan.
"Ingrid came right to the point. "I've got an old plug in my stables that's all skin and
bone. You can count his ribs, he's so skinny. And no matter how often we've scrubbed
him, the old bag of bones stinks like shit. He's just old and has the smell of death about
him. A fuck from his will cure you of your ridiculous snobbery." "Clutching my
stomach, I thought I'd heave. "No." I whispered in a hoarse, shaky voice. "Sounds
terrible. Can't. I can't fuck such a terrible beast. And I've always been keenly sensitive
about odors. Pleaase." I begged.
"Ingrid refused to listen to my pleas. "Now." she said, 'is as good a time as any. I'm
taking you out to the stable area and you're going to have a new lover. We call him Old
Bones for obvious reasons." "To make certain, I didn't chicken out, Ingrid linked her
arm through mine and almost dragged me out to the stable area. She assured me,
'Despite his great age and decrepit condition, Old Bones will warm up to your cunt,
immediately. He may not look it bu{ he's extremely sensuous. The only trouble is he
smells so badly the mares won't have anything to do with him." "I could hardly believe
my ears. "The mares won't have anything to do with him?' I asked, horrified. "And yet,
you expect me to fuck him? How revolting!' "Exactly." Ingrid agreed. "Revolting is the
right word. But after screwing Old Bones, you'll cure yourself of your fear about
animals. If you can stomach Old Bones, you'll be able to take on any animal." "There
was sense to Ingrid's perverted logic. But I was paying a very high price to cure myself
of my fear of animal cock. And when we reached the stable area I discovered that Ingrid
wasn't exaggerating the condition of the aged animal. The flabby, lifeless looking skin
hung down in folds and it was possible to count every rib in his framework. Even when
he stood perfectly still, he swayed to one side as though on the verge of total collapse.
"Instinctively, I glanced under his belly. His penis was hanging down and it was quite a
large one. That part looked exciting enough but again, the animal did emit an odor that
was almost nauseating.
"Ingrid didn't pull any punches. "When he gets a bone on, he'll smell even worse.
Sweat and all that sort of thing. But if you can stand the odor, you'll get yourself a
grand hosing." "Holding a scented handkerchief to my nostrils, I kept shaking my head.
"Can't." I mumbled through the handkerchief. "Can't fuck such a foul smelling beast."
"This angered Ingrid. "Goddammit, take off your clothes and stop whining." she
ordered. "You've had your way all of your life. You were even willing to live with an
impotent husband for the good life. It's time you discovered that there are many things
in this life that stinks. Shit is one of them. Yours included. Now, fuck the animal, and
don't waste any more time protesting about the goddamned smell. I know he smells!' "I
was torn between conflicting emotions. On one hand, the animal reeked of foul odors
that did smell disgustingly like plain, unadulterated shit. On the other hand, the sight
of his long flabby penis did excite my imagination. I began to visualize the thing getting
long and hard and making a plunging penetration of my cunt. And this fantasy
outweighed any negative considerations born of the odor.
"All right." I finally said. "I'll go through with it." "Take your clothes off." Ingrid
ordered, 'right here and now. Let him watch. And get, your cunt as close to his sniffing
nostrils as possible." "Sighing with self-pity, I started to disrobe. My heart was heavy
and I was close to tears but as I proceeded to divest myself of all clothing, I noticed a
profound change occur in the disgusting animal. As my tits plunged into view and
when I dropped my underclothes to reveal my hairy cunt, the eyes of the beast that had
looked so death-filled began to revitalize, grow young looking and fiery. Even his
haunches straightened up and his skin looked less flabby and deadish. But the
profoundest change occurred in the area of his rubbery dick. The dangling cock began
to dangle down a bit farther. And as it began its decent downward, the fibers of the
tissues hardened and the head swelled out. "Ingrid applauded. "Old Bones likes you.
He's responding to your cunt. Look how he's getting a very nice hard on for you." "Of
course, I noticed the change in his physical appearance including the hard on. But
another change was also very noticeable. The odors became even more repulsive, more
pungent and powerful enough to make me throw up. The only reason I didn't vomit
was the scented handkerchief I still held over my nostrils.
"Ingrid said, 'Old Bones may not look like much but he's an experienced fuckster. His
entire life's been devoted to treating the cunt of the human female. He knows ever trick
in the trade. Just let him take charge and get over your squeamishness about the way he
stinks. Your shit stinks too." she added, bluntly.
"What do I do now?' I asked, bewilderedly.
"Get close to him." Ingrid called out from a safe distance. Although she escorted me to
smell his foul odors, she took precautions to remain out of distance of the vile smell.
"Let him tongue your cunt. First, give him a taste of your ass. Old Bones is an ass man
from way back." "Turning my back on the horse sounded like a good idea. At least, I'd
be able to breath a bit easier. And I did as commanded. Standing with my back to his
face, I bent over slightly, and pulled the cheeks of my ass as far apart as possible.
Still clutching the hanky to my, nose, I whispered. "Good horse. Lap my ass. Lick it
good in the asshole.' My rectal chambers was one of the most sensitive parts of my
body.
"The horse stuck his curved, red tongue out and expertly tightened the muscles of the
organ. Then, he was able to slide it easily into my hole-behind. A warm, liquid
sensation flooded through my entire body, and to my utter surprise the clitoris shot out
and up like a fire ladder.
"Good heavens." I gushed to myself under the handkerchief. "This old horse certainly
knows how to treat a lady's asshole!' "The lunging tongue sliding up and down the
cheeks of my ass turned me on to an extent where I wanted to get cocked, smell or no
smell. Still, it was going to be rough. If I could manage to keep the hanky over my
nose, I'd be able to live through the bestial act. When I turned around, the tongue
continued to slide up and down my hairy box, and that clinched it. I had to be dicked.
But how? I rolled my eyes towards Ingrid. I didn't dare call out least I inhale a snootful
of the smelly animal's hide.
"Ingrid understood. "Pretend you're a mare. Get on your knees and elbows. And you'll
have to guide his ancient dick into your love hole.' She went on. "Old Bones is too
feeble to actually fuck. You'll have to make all the movements. But it'll be worth it.
Every now and then, I let him hose me down, and I've never failed getting off a good
one." "Still clutching the handkerchief to my nostrils, I knelt down as instructed and
stuck my ass up in the air. With my one free hand, I reached back and took hold of the
feeble fuck-stick and rubbed the head up against my moistening valley of cunt. Then, I
shoved backwards and let the horse's cock slide between the open doors and down the
cuntal cellar.
"My entire frame shivered. "He's got it." I told myself, ecstatically. "The old horse has
still got what it takes to excite a woman.' Of course, as I quickly discovered, I'd have to
take the initiative and throw the duck at the horse and not vice versa. He was too feeble
to make the necessary fucking thrusts. I'd have to pump my ass back and forth as
Ingrid had advised. But that was no problem. The feel of that delightful cock sensation
burning into the walls of my inner cunt fired me with such enthusiasm that I felt like a
teenager, again.
"Hang on, honey." I sang out over my shoulder but with the hanky still pressed to my
nostrils. "Here I come. Momma's going to fuck her old darling, daddy horse." "And
pumping my jiggly ass-cheeks back and forth, I was soon carried away and enraptured
by the spirit of the old fashioned fuck. And I grew so excited that as my body began to
shiver excitedly, I lost my hold on the handkerchief. It fluttered to the ground and out
of reach. For a moment, I was panic-stricken. Then, unable to hold my breath any
longer, I inhaled. But to my complete surprise, the air no longer stank. The odors were
still coming from the horse's hide but now they smelled fragrant and delicious. The
odors, of course hadn't changed. I had. I had learned to love animal fucking and
everything about it... including he odors..."


Conclusions To Case File 2
Hedvig W., the middle-aged widow of a wealthy industrialist had long fantasized bestial
sex during a marriage to an impotent man. When she was finally left alone, she began
to experiment with bestiality. Since she was a social leader of Goteborg, she had to be
careful and discreet. At first, all she wanted to do was watch a young girl have sexual
relations with an animal while she masturbated. But after a while, she grew bold
enough to want to try the real thing.
Encouraged by a show girl addict of bestiality, the case subject overcame her
squeamishness. She finally realized that her class and position didn't make her any less
human than other people. Denied sex throughout her long marriage, Hedvig W. found
release in bestiality since it didn't require her to have personal relations with a man
again. Because of her husband, she related men to inadequacy, and hence were
unexciting to her. On the other hand, sex with animals continued to excite her because
she had fantasized such acts throughout her marriage. Finally, she was making her
dreams become real.


Occupation: School Mistress 
Sexual record: Living in Sjostrom, an isolated village in central Sweden, Laura G. was
widowed at an early age. As a school mistress her sexual life was chaste and restricted.
After she became a widow, there were few chances for a sexual liason with a man, and
she received few opportunities to travel into Stockholm. But at age twenty-eight, she
was healthy and normal, sex continued to preoccupy her mind. Quite by accident, she
caught one of her young pupils experimenting with bestial sex. Instead of stopping the
act and later reporting the incident, the school mistress decided to try out animal sex
herself. She found it to her liking and continued to have sexual relations with animals
at every opportunity. Sometimes, she went to dangerous lengths to satisfy her needs.
ANALYST: Why don't you remarry? You're young and pretty.
LAURA: That's easier said than done. My late husband was an educated, refined man.
But in this village, he was a rarity. Most men here are clods. I have a university degree.
They don't interest me at all, culturally. A: And sexually? L: Especially not, sexually. A:
Then, why not try Stockholm. There are plenty of cunturally atuned men there. L: I
did. A: What happened?
L: I did meet a man who interested me culturally, a music professor at the university. A:
Were you sexually in tune with him? L: I thought I was. But he turned out to be... A:
Impotent?
L: Yes. He couldn't get it up. And I have to be fucked. I won't settle for anything less.
A: and so, you returned to your village, Sjostrom?
L: Not right away. I was so frustrated after the professor couldn't get a bone on that I...
A: Go on.
L: I visited a matchmaker. A person you paid to arrange an introduction.
A: A matchmaker, or pimp?
L: Pimp; A female pimp. I wanted a fuck, and she arranged it.
A: What's that got to do with your addiction to animals?
LAURA: "Everything. If my experience with the male prostitute wasn't so shattering, I
don't think I would have considered animals when the opportunity arose. But to fully
understand why I fell in love with animal cock, I've got to explain the details on my
encounter with the male whore. As I already told you, my experience with the professor
was shattering. The man loved me and really tried to please me but I wouldn't settle for
just a mouth job. A tongue up the cunt is fine but I've got to have a climax with
something hard like a prick. Also, it turns me on to feel a man shoot his wad up my
box. The feel of that hot, surging cream can make me explode my cunt time after time.
A tongue just won't do that for me. And I did everything to help the professor. I sucked
his cock, tongued his ass, and I let him go down on my pussy and lick my asshole. A
few times, the little penis looked as though it might rise up. But it never did get stiff
enough to make the penetration. Finally, I gave up and ended by masturbating myself.
All throughout the jack-off, I was weeping bitter tears. It was certainly, the most
frustrating experience of my life.
"It goes without saying that the masturbatory session didn't satisfy me, and after I left
the professor's house, I didn't return to the rail station. I simply had to get pricked.
And so, I looked up the address of a professional matchmaker. Stockholm is filled with
them. I made an appointment to meet the woman and explain my circumstances.
"The matchmaker, a Madam Greta, understood the situation the moment she saw me.
"Poor dear." she clucked. "You look a fright. I know exactly what you need. A fuck!'
This openness on her part won me over.
"Yes." A admitted. "I'm in Stockholm for just a short period. I need a servicing in a
hurry. Someone who can get a good stiff on. I'll pay well. And the sooner you can
arrange the match, the better." "My husband." Madam Greta replied, immediately.
"He's here, and ready, willing and able. Matter of fact before you showed up, he was
getting ready to dick me. But since we are a bit short of cash, I'll forego the pleasure if
you're willing to pay. Fifty crowns, please." "I gave her the money, and she called out
her husband. But when I saw him, I was horrified, shocked, and bluntly asked for the
return of my money.
"Shaking my head, I insisted, 'I can't... can't fuck such a man. Why, he resembles a...
gorilla!' "And he did. His skin was niggery black, his nostrils broad and flat, his lips
thick and jaw, carnivorous looking. Hair hung down from the top of his head past his
neck and the skin of his body was also covered with the stuff. And to make matters
worse, he walked in a bent over shuffle in the manner of a wild, jungle creature.
"Madam Greta beamed proudly at her husband. "His name is JoJo, and he used to work
for a circus. They billed him as the gorilla-faced man. Matter of fact, I'm inclined to
believe he is half gorilla. He was born in Africa and his mother was a native woman.
I've heard stories of gorillas carrying off native girls and then fucking them to have
children with." "Can't." I shook my head. "Can't fuck a half-gorilla man." "But Greta
merely cackled. "Of course you can. You've already paid me. May as well get your
money's worth. And don't worry about JoJo getting it up. The instant he sniffs your
cunt, he'll bone up like an animal." "I looked towards the door. "Sniffs my cunt?' I
repeated and thought I was going to vomit. "He is an animal then." "Half animal."
Greta replied, evenly. "Or so, the circus people claim. But dammit to hell, he can fuck
like no ordinary man can fuck." "I backed up against the wall. "But I can not screw an
animal. It's out of the question." "Bullshit." Madam Greta spat back, scornfully. "Here,
lady." she said, 'take a look at this." and she unbuttoned her husband's fly and pulled
out his dick.
"Although I wanted to turn my face away, I didn't. The long, black snake of a penis at
first, dangled out and the head almost scraped the floor. I had never seen one as large,
or even dreamed, in my wildest fantasies, that a man could grow one so long.
Fascinated, I remained silent as my eyes absorbed every inch of the skin that glowed, or
seemed to shine when the light brushed over the surface of the shaft. ; "Finally, I spoke.
"Doesn't JoJo speak. He hasn't said a word since he came into the room." "Madam
Greta assured me. "He speaks when he's turned on. Otherwise, he merely grunts. He is
more like an animal than a man. But." she smiled wickedly, 'that's what I want. My
former husband was one of those intellectual types. Always reading a book, or musing
about the state of the world. In short, a bore. And he performed about once a month
when I was almost ready to go out of my mind.' She shrugged. "I got rid of the no
good-for-nothing. But my JoJo can fuck morning, noon and night.' Then, she added
something that had a profound effect on me. "If you have the choice between an animal
and a man... take the animal. You'll never be disappointed." "By this time, JoJo's cock
was moving slowly upward to the upmost angle of the fuck. The outer skin pulled back,
and the head filled out like a balloon, and the meat grew darker, almost the color of
burnt cork. His balls kept rotating around like a windmill.
"Madam Greta snickered. "Looks good? You better bet your sweet ass it's good. You
won't find anything like JoJo's prick in that one horse village you come from. Get laid
now by a real pro while you've got a chance." "All right." I said making my decision. "I
need something hard. But yet, I've still got doubts about screwing an animal..." "Half
animal." Madam Greta corrected. "But sometimes, I wish he was all animal." "Leading
me back into her bedroom, she ordered me to disrobe. To make certain everything went
along to my satisfaction, she remained in the room. Shyly and slowly, I disrobed and
even though I had my back to the animal, or half-man, I felt his beady eyes boring into
the skin of my back and ass. In fact, when I glanced up into the mirror over the
dressing table, I saw his eyes ravishing my nude body. "Madam Greta piped up. "You're
in luck, lady. JoJo likes you. He'll throw you a fuck you won't forget in a hurry."
"Finally, I stepped out of my undergarments and turned around. The hairy beast started
to jump up and down. "Fuck." he grunted. "Me fuck lady." "And by this time, the hairy
man-ape was fully extended. The head of the cock was aimed directly up towards the
ceiling. It' had to be over one foot in length, and jet black. Even the balls were black.
Hair covered his entire body but it was possible to discern the clump of pubic hair
around his stiffened staff. The stuff even streamed out of his rectum. To my surprise my
body was reacting erotically to the sight of his ugly face and even uglier hairy body.
Until now, I thought I had been attracted only to clean-cut, intellectual, high type of
men. This ape-man was the complete antithesis of what I normally went for. Foamy
spittle pushed out the corners of his dark, purple-colored lips.
"Fuck." he kept grunting in the 'rudest and ungentlemanly way.
"There was absolutely no finesse about him, no manners or savoir faire. He was a rude,
crude animal kind of moron with one thing on his mind. There was no gentle foreplay,
no building up to the make. He had a bone on and wanted to screw me without
preliminaries, without a single tender word. And to my utter horror and surprise, I was
responding to this sort of play.
"Madam Greta realized this fact, too. "Look." she said pointing to the vicinity of my
vulva, 'You're getting all wet. Bet your cunt's so hot it could boil an egg." "There wasn't
any doubt about the fact that my genitals were in an extreme state of heat. And that
little bit of female flesh that my husband used to suck so often, my clitoris, was already
in a state of erection.
"Madam Greta chuckled towards her husband. "The lady's for fucking, JoJo. Go get
her. And shit on the preliminaries. Just stick it in and bang her ass off. That's all she
wants anyhow. She's paid for the fuck. Give her what she paid for!' "JoJo swung into
immediate action. Lifting me up in his two powerful arms, he threw me on top of the
bed, and then leaped alongside of me. "Fuck." he kept panting in his throaty way.
"Fuck in the ass, first." "I didn't quite comprehend. He spoke in such guttural Swedish
that I barely understood his mouthings. But when he barked out his intentions to,
'Fuck me in the ass." I merely thought he was going for my cunt. But that man-animal
was speaking in literal terms. He actually intended to insert his foot-long bone up my
rectum. The thought of such an act panicked me. The size of my rectal orifice wasn't
any larger than a pin-head.
"No!' I screeched. "Not in my asshole. You'll hurt me. It's the wrong hole. Cunt. In my
cunt. That's the place to fuck me." "Greta piped up. "Oh let him have his way.
He'll give you a blast up your ass, and then he'll treat the pussy.' She added. "You'd be
surprised how easy the asshole muscles stretch." "I kept shaking my head. "No, no, no."
I insisted. "It's abnormal, perverse, filthy. No man does such a thing to a lady. Not in
the... shit hole." I blurted out. Never before in my entire life had I associated the rectum
with sexual excitement. In fact, the association in my mind was exactly the reverse. One
thought of bowel movements, of shit, of foul odors. Certainly, a normal man or woman
couldn't possibly relate sexual excitement to the rear-end hole of defecation. But then, I
remembered that JoJo wasn't entirely human. He was part animal. And didn't an
animal male associate the animal female with shit odors that excited him?
"Greta supplied the answer. "Let him have his way in your asshole." she continued to
yell. "He's part animal, and they love the smell. He won't hurt you. Matter of fact, I've
grown to love it. Nothing can really compare with the feel of hot, hard cock bone
barging its way up your tight asshole." "All of these assertions and arguments were
academic. JoJo wasn't an intellectual intent on discussion or debate. This was not a
chess game for him to muse over and cogitate about. He intended to throw a fuck up
my asshole and had no interest in hearing my objections. Grasping my waist with his
long clawlike fingers he turned me over on my belly with the cheeks of my ass up in
the air.
"Good." he hissed at sight of my exposed buttocks. "Smell now." "And true to his
animal nature, he bent over, squeezed apart the cheeks of my ass, and stuck his nose up
my brown. "Smells good." he cried out as he sniffed loudly and audibly. "Hmmmmm,
smell real good.' And to prove that he meant this compliment, he stuck his tongue past
the rectal hairs and into the tiny asshole.
"Nooooo." I whined. "Noooooo...' But after a while, my protests grew feebler, less
convincing until I finally murmured. "That... that does feel good. Oh my, I never knew
a tongue up the brown could feel so goddamned, fucking good!' My language grew
more obscene as I became gripped with lust. "So goddamned, fuckingly, shitingly
good." I continued to babble, insanely. It didn't make sense. But then, lust wasn't
supposed to make sense. One enjoyed it without trying to analyze or rationalize it to
death. Perhaps that was the reason the keen-minded professor couldn't get it up. He
was always trying to philosophize as he tried to fuck. Naturally, he failed. He turned
out to be a poor philosopher and a lousy lover.
"On the other hand, JoJo was the complete reverse. He followed his own lustful
inclinations without trying to rationalize or understand too fully the dark and
mysterious forces that control a man and his lusts. He loved to smell the shitty asshole
of a woman. There was no point in trying to analyze such a desire. It wasn't something
that could be discussed aloud with any degree of intelligence. Such a desire defied all
normal explanations. But there couldn't be any doubt that the rear-end of a woman
played an important role in the sex life of an animal.
"And JoJo was more animal than man. Of that I was now convinced. There was no
point protesting. The hairy beast was going to screw my bum hole and there wasn't a
thing I could do about it. The thought of the forced entry made my entire body shiver
with disgust and even fright.
"Greta threw in her bits of advice. "Don't fight him. Relax, honey. Let the sphincter
muscle open as far as possible. Sure, it's a tight one but tightening up with fear will
only make it all the more painful. Relax and enjoy it. And once you get a taste of hard
prick up your asshole, you'll love it. Take it from me. I get buggered once a week from
my ape-man husband." "One fact was in my favor. When JoJo went down on my ass
and started to eat, he salivated a river full of his spittle. This hot liquid loosened the
muscles, and permitted the sphincter to open up a bit. And so, when he started to
bump his cockhead against the tiny, closed door, the pain wasn't quite so intense. And
then, I made another discovery.
"Once moistened, the muscles of the rectal tube are extremely flexible. They lose their
rigidity quite easily and become quite manageable. And when he shoved his rock-sized
prickhead at the hole, the sides spread apart and part of the glans managed to make an
initial penetration.
"He did it." Madam Greta cried, happily. "Didn't I tell you he's the greatest? Now,
don't try to fight him. Just let him fuck.' And she cackled at her own humor. "Be a
fucker, not a fighter!' "Trying to relax when a foot-long prong, stiff as steel and
determined as a mad bull comes charging into your tiny-entranced asshole is easier said
than done. But after the first few urgent bangs of the cock, I did relax. For one thing,
the outer skin of the head was soft and imparted to the cuntal lips a sensation of
sensuous sex. Then, an idea hit me. Reaching back I seized the shaft with an iron grip.
The ape grunted out a series of oaths and protests but I persisted. The chance of
succeeding was greatly enhanced if I very slowly guided the missile into the groove
myself. In that manner, I could determine the precise spot to make the penetration,
when to shove back or pull forward, or wriggle my ass to ease the tool farther inside the
rear-end tube.
"Madam Greta grew alarmed. "For crise sakes, don't fight him. Let him stick you." she
ordered.
'But when she realized I was really trying to help, she apologized. "You've got the right
idea, honey. JoJo tends to get over excited. You just take your time and ease his prick
slowly inside. But once it's in." she cautioned, 'let him throw the fuck in his own
apelike way." "By now, the cockhead was firmly lodged a fraction of an inch inside the
entrance. Terrible thoughts started to float around inside of my head. Suppose he got
stuck and was unable to shove it farther inside and was unable to withdraw it. He'd
really be stuck to me and we'd have to seek medical help to extricate the prick from out
of my asshole. But by being strong, I shoved such negative thoughts aside, and devoted
all of my energy to easing the rod down the tube of asshole. The ape man kept shoving
and grunting but he made little progress. And I kept shoving my ass backwards in
order to engulf the shaft. No luck. I started to panic.
"Stuck." I whined in wide-eyed alarm. "Fused together. What will we do? I'll be
disgraced. And I'm a school mistress. The villagers will read about it if it gets in the
papers." "Shush." Madam Greta tried to calm my rising panic. "I'll get you out. Calmly
does it." "How?' I wailed. "How will you ever unstick us?' "But Madam Greta paid no
attention to my question. Instead of wasting time with a detailed explanation, she
dipped her head down and started licking the rim of my asshole; the precise area where
the cock shaft was lodged tightly into the hole.
"While my fears weren't allayed, the feel of her tongue did spark new and exciting
sensations up from the bung hole. "Keep on." I urged. "That should do it." "And all the
while Madam Greta kept sucking and tonguing the rectal rim, JoJo kept trying to thrust
back and forth. Finally, something did give. The ape-cock. The rod inched downward
and I shoved backward. "Moving." I cried. "Prick's moving deeper into my asshole.
Don't stop." I cried back to my rectal reamer. "Keep on pumping. You can fuck the
behind-hole yet.
"Of course JoJo had no intention of stopping. Once he felt the cock sliding deeper
inside of my back entrance, he grew so excited that his upper and lower jaws swung
back and forth repeatedly as he uttered the most unintelligible gibberish I had ever
heard.
"Madam Greta got caught in the excitement of the moment. "Fuck her." she sang out
to her husband. "Prove you're the greatest asshole fucker in the entire world. Prove that
an animal is a better lay than a man. Come on, fucker husband of mine. Prove Madam
Greta knows what she's talking about..." "The walls of my vagina did spread farther
apart as the space was filled with that huge slice of black animal meat. "It's working." I
ordered. "Don't ever stop. Just keep on barging it in until there's nothing inside my
asshole but shit and prick." "Of course, there was no excrement inside of my rectal
passage. But there was a considerable coating of liquified shit, and now the liquid
squished out of the hole as the banging cock kept hurtling deeper and deeper into the
hole. Finally, after one tremendous burst of energy on the part of JoJo, the cockhead
struck bottom.
"Hit it." I yammered. "It's all in. Nothing but pure prick up my asshole.' And there
wasn't. Now JoJo was in a perfect position to complete coitus. Certainly he'd be able to
discharge for the friction between the walls of my rectum, and his penile shaft must
have been intense. As for myself, the asshole fuck could certainly make me orgasm
provided I reached back and played with my pussy throughout intercourse. But would
this type of discharge dull the effects of the real thing when he mounted me and banged
out his presence inside of my vagina. "But now, I learned something else about
screwing a creature who was more animal than man. One didn't waste time with too
much thought about consequences, or probabilities. One fucked, pure and simple and
hang the consequences and probabilities. One acted and behaved in accordance with
inclinations. And now, my inclination told me to reach back and jack on my clitoris
while JoJo banged out a pumping fuck into my shit spattering asshole. The odor, of
course, only excited him all the more.
"Smells good." Madam Greta yelled out encouragement to me. "Your asshole smells
real, fuckingly good.' By that, she meant that the odors were arousing her husband,
sexually. An animal was excited by rectal smells. And the thought of him sniffing
joyfully at my asshole excited me, terrifically.
"Smell me." I bawled out, hysterically. "Smell my asshole!' "From a wall mirror, the face
of JoJo leaped towards me. The apelike creature kept sniffing wildly as his ass jerked
back and forth. And soon the effects of the terrific friction between the penile shaft and
the inner tube of my asshole made themselves known. His bulging eyes grew smooth as
marble, his lips flung apart, and the wildest scream hurtled out of the very depths of his
being.
"Yiiiiii." he chittered like a jungle creature in heat. "Yiiiiii." and during this last series of
'yiiiis." JoJo discharged the gobby contents of his testicles into my raw-walled asshole.
"And when the hot animal jism streamed out the back hole and slithered down the base
of my ass-cheeks, I let out a few crazy-sounding yells myself.
"I'm comeeeeeng too." I yelped. "Too... too... too... comeeeeeng..." "Madam Greta kept
leaping about as though she was the one who had discharged. "Good, good, good." she
complimented both her husband and myself. "You made the grade kiddo." she slapped
me on the back. "Made the big old grade to animal sex. Now, you're ready for
anything. Anything at all..." "By this last statement, she meant I had been mentally and
physically prepared to fuck an animal should the occasion arise.
"Or, did she mean something else. "Are you insinuating." I asked, 'that I have sexual
intercourse with animals? After all, your husband is really human. He just looks and
acts like an ape." "Madam Greta nodded. "True. But JoJo is really more animal than
human. He lived in Africa for most of his life, and actually lived with the animals. He
more or less prepared you for bestial sex if you should have the occasion of satisfying
yourself with a beast." "I shook my head. "That will never happen. JoJo did give me a
good fuck as you promised. A rather strange one, I must admit. In the asshole. I never
got it in that direction before and I must admit it felt good." "Good enough to make
you orgasm." Madam Greta pointed out. "And you went for all the other animal stuff."
"During the heat of the fuck I had probably said and did a lot of things that I'd
normally not consider. Now, I couldn't remember. "Such as?' I asked.
"Madam Greta said, 'When JoJo was sniffing your shit-stained asshole, you were turned
on... just like an animal. And believe me an animal will tongue out your rectum. You go
for that kind of treatment as I was watching the look on your face while you were
getting the back end treatment." "I pointed out. "Perhaps I do like a few of those
things. But from a human. It's not natural for a human female to dick an animal."
"Who says so?' Madam Greta asked, sneeringly. "A cunt's a cunt and a cock's a cock.
What difference does it make if an animal cock slides into your pussy hole?' "I
remained silent for I couldn't think of an appropriate answer.
"And as I turned to leave, Madam Greta called out, 'The first chance you get, you get
fucked by an animal. You'll love it. I know what I'm talking about..."
ANALYST: And did you return to Sjostrom with the express purpose of having sexual
relations with an animal?
LAURA: Absolutely not! The idea of bestiality was still repugnant. The affair with JoJo
was strictly a once in a lifetime deal. But after I returned to the village, I... A: Became
hungry for more sex.
L: Why not? I'm young and healthy. And there were still no eligible men in the village.
A: What did you do?
L: Started to masturbate.
A: An unsatisfactory experience.
L: Very!
A: Then what?
L: Then, nothing. I tried to keep my mind off sex. Busied myself with many projects.
For a while, it worked. Then... A: What happened?
LAURA: "Many nights I found I was unable to sleep from my frustrations. And instead
of rolling and tossing all night, I started to take long walks until I was so tired, I'd
automatically fall asleep. On one such walk, I passed by the house where one of my
teenage girls lived with her family. I knew her folks were away for a day or two, and
therefore was quite surprised to see a light in the living room window. Afraid the girl
might be ill, I started for the house. But before I knocked on the door, I was cautious
enough to peek in the window to make certain I wasn't intruding.
"To my surprise, the girl was up and wide awake, and she didn't have a stich of clothes
on. Beside her was a girl friend of her own age who had come to keep her company
while her parents were away. She, too, was in the nude. And with them was the family
dog, a huge St. Bernard, almost tall as a man. Almost immediately, I knew that they
were up to bestiality.
"Taking a deep breath, I crouched under the window and watched every single detail of
the performance. The two teenage girls Heidi and Gretel were sitting on the edge of the
couch, naked, with legs spread apart and trying to coax the dog to come over and suck
their cunts. Heidi, the girl who lived in the house had even spread strawberry jam over
her cuntal slit. The other girl Gretel had also smeared honey over her twat.
"Come suck me." Heidi called out to the bushy-haired dog.
"Gretel smiled. "Come suck me, first." "Apparently, the two naughty girls had bet each
other on who could lure the dog over and eat their cunt first. Heidi slid a finger over
the cunt smeared vulva. Then, she lifted the finger and sucked the jam into her mouth."
"Ohhhh, it tastes so good." she told the dog. "Don't you want to come over and eat a
bit of my nice, sweet jam?' "Not to be outdone, Gretel also dipped the tip of her finger
into her honey filled cunt hole. Then, she too, plopped the finger into her mouth and
licked. "Hmmmnnn, good. Don't you want to suck my cunt, darling? And get all this
sweet tasting honey?' "Laughing wickedly, the two, teenage girls... both were about
thirteen... stood up and began to wiggle their hips and ass in the most lascivious
manner possible. I even got hot watching them.
"Standing with legs apart and arms akimbo, Heidi started to roll and grind her hips and
thrust them back and forth as though she was screwing an invisible lover.
"Fuken me, Bernard." she told the dog. "Dip your doggy dick into my cunny box." "But
Gretel was more used to the ways of animals. She, too, rose to her feet but instead of
throwing her cunt in the dog's direction, she turned around, bent over slightly, reached
back and pulled apart her cheeks. The rectal hairs spread out of the hole and the brown
spot became immediately in evidence.
"Smell my ass, doggy." she coaxed with her head over her shoulder. "Come give my
asshole a good lick." "Heidi laughed. "You'll never win our bet that way. Of course, he's
going to come lick the jam off my cunt." "But she was very much wrong. The huge
animal ambled slowly over to the two girls. Heidi was in a semi-squat with her hips
thrust forward and the jammed-up cunt almost reaching the dog's snoot.
"On the other hand, Gretel remained with her back to the animal, her cheeks were still
apart and the smelly end of her body was almost shoved into the dog's face.
"But Heidi remained confident. "The dog isn't going to lick your smelly old ass. You
lose the bet." "Gretel paid no attention to her. "Come on Bernie, honey. Kiss my ass
and show Heidi how much you love the smells back there." "The huge creature took
another step forward and then, without another instant's hesitation, he stuck his snoot
between the fleshy cheeks of Gretel's still growing ass, and calmly proceeded to lick the
cleavage.
"Heidi looked, incredulous. "He... he'd rather smell your ass then lick my cunt?
Incredible!' "Gretel merely laughed. "You don't understand the way of animals." she
said. They're natural ass lickers. And fortunately, I had a bowel movement a short while
ago. There's still a strong odor of shit for him to inhale. He loves it. Just look at the
way his tongue is jumping up and down." "This was certainly a fact. The huge, hairy
animal was lost in an ecstatic binge of ass licking. And the young girl was enjoying
every lap of the tongue. Heidi looked on the scene of anal lust with wide and rather
jealous looking eyes. Finally, she murmured, 'Excuse me." and disappeared from the
room.
"The girl was up to some trick, and waiting until she returned heated up my own cunt.
I couldn't help thinking of JoJo and his preference for my own ass. I could hardly keep
his tongue out of my asshole. Meanwhile, Gretel continued to allow the animal free
entry in her well-lubricated ass. But that's where she made her mistake. Instead of
seizing the opportunity for a piece of the already stiffened and well-hung prick, she
loved the sensation of hot, moist tongue in her asshole, she lost her advantage.
"That became evident when Heidi returned to the living room. There was a smirk on
her face now and I could only guess that she was ready to play out her hand.
"Guess what?' she asked her friend who was still getting her bum licked. "Just had me a
great, big movement of the stomach." "Gretel looked alarmed. "You... shit?' "Heidi
looked smug. "Uh huh. And I bet the great, old Bernard would just love a smell. It's so
fresh and odoriferous." "Gretel shook her head. "No! He's busy sucking my ass. When
he gets through he'll fuck me. First in the ass, and then in my honeyed-up cunt.' Heidi
sneered. "Want to bet?' And without uttering another word, she walked over to the
animal, turned her back on him, bent over with her hands on her knees, and shoved
her smeared-up ass close to his face. Even from where I was standing it was clear she
hadn't wiped.
"Not fair." Gretel whined.
"Whether it was fair or not was beside the point. The pungent and delightful and much
fresher odor of shit lit up he dog's eyes. Immediately, he pulled his head away from
Gretel's rear end, and stuck his snoot into the brown interior of Heidi's cheeky ass.
"The dog's cock bone stretched out at least another inch. His eyes grew much rounder
and the rate of saliva streaming from the corner of his jaws increased to a surging flow.
Then, his head started to bob up and down as his tongue licked, sucked and ate the
softly tantalizing flesh of Heidi's stinking ass.
"I'm leaving." Gretel retorted. "This is lousy pool. He was eating my ass first. You
didn't even know animals preferred the asshole to the other hole." "Don't go." Heidi
pleaded. "I didn't intend to deprive you of a good time. He's got enough cock and
tongue for the both of us." "But Gretel insisted on leaving. "You don't play fair. I'm the
one who should get my nuts off first. Why should I wait until you're through when it
was my idea to give him a smelly ass to suck?' "Heidi thought a minute. Then, an idea
lit up her pretty, young face. "Wait... I know how we both can get our nuts off and at
the same time. Old Bernard is versatile. He'll cooperate..." "Gretel looked back at her
friend. "Are you serious? How can the old dog take care of both of us at the same time?
He's only got one prick." "Heidi nodded, excitedly. "Yes. One prick. And." she burst
out, 'one tongue! Don't you get the picture. While he's pumping a fuck into my ass or
cunt, he can be eating your pussy. Or vice versa. I don't care who gets tongue or prick.
The idea of both of us getting it at the same time excites the shit out of me. Come on
and stay. You'll love it, too." "The idea took a while to sink into Gretel's disappointed
mind. But once she began to visualize the double blow off, she broke into a wide, happy
smile. "Yeah." she nodded. "Oh yeah. Sounds groovy. Sure, I'll try it." "Any
preference?' Heidi asked. The girl was still bent over and the Bernard dog still had this
big snoot buried in her shitty ass.
"First, I'll try the tongue job." Gretel said. "After all, you're the one with the freshly,
shit-ted-up ass. He's obviously going for it. I don't want to deprive him of his fun. Of
course, he wants to drive his driver up your ass and feel all that squishy, rear-end juice
soak into the meat as he pumps back and forth. And the more excited he gets, the
better he'll lap my cunt. That will insure my getting a good load out. Come on, I can
hardly wait." "With some difficulty, Heidi shoved the dog away from her rear end.
"Don't worry." she assured him. "It's t}me you threw me a fuck. You'll love getting
your nuts off, sweetheart." "Quickly, the girls took up their positions.
Heidi, the girl with the delightfully smelly asshole knelt on her knees and elbows with
her buttocks stuck high up in the air. The dog mounted her rear end and skillfully
shoved his elongated pecker between the cushiony buttocks and hit the hole on the very
first forward thrust. Heidi made certain that the meat slid into the rectum by reaching
back and guiding it into the rather large-sized anal orifice. Then, her fist tightened over
the shaft to prevent the dog from commencing the fuck until her friend Gretel had
correctly positioned herself.
"The second young girl straddled Heidi's back but faced the opposite direction. In
short, her cunt faced the dog and she then shoved the entire box into the canine's face.
Immediately, he started to lap up the honey-filled cuntal crevice. And at the same time,
he proceeded to throw his pumping fuck into the kneeling girl's anal orifice.
"For a moment, I thought I was being engulfed from the heat waves of an atomic bomb
blast. The temperature of my own body heated up, dramatically and instinctively, I
pulled up my skirt, rearranged my underclothes and managed to reach my sizzling box
with my fingers. As the bestial threesome in the living room raced towards their
exciting climax, I, too, finger-fucked myself with demonic passion.
"Despite her youthful years, Heidi was knowledgeable enough to reach under her legs
and pull frantically at her clitoris while the huge animal lunged back and forth with his
reddened tool. At the same time, Gretel wasn't being neglected for a single instant. The
dog's tongue flapped back and forth like a revolving door. And the girl's hips kept
rotating around and flapping back and forth almost as fast as her four-legged lover's
tongue.
"All four of us were racing towards one, grand blow-off. My fingers darted back and
forth inside my cavern of cunt and for the first time in my life, I was enjoying a hand
job. Masturbation rarely gave me anything but more frustration and longing for real
cock. But watching a scene of bestial lust imparted a certain, explosive factor to my
mastubatory lust that elevated the act above the humdrum. Inside, the two girls weren't
very far away from the ejaculatory point judging from the looks on their faces, and in
their eyes. Both were panting, both were uttering streams of obscene gibberish as the
dog's tongue and prick lashed their bodies into the frenzy that was so necessary for a
truly satisfactory blow-off. Finally, it came.
"Whammo!' Heidi was the first to screech aloud as the pumping prick sank deeply
inside her asshole and her fingers plunked out an ejaculatory tune on her clitoris.
"Jeezissssss." Gretel hissed as the wildly flipfloping tongue smacked out an orgasm from
her wide-open cunt.
"As for myself, when the pay-off came at last, I tried to muffle my screams that tried to
leap through my throat. The effort almost gagged me but I succeeded in stifling most of
them. I staggered back to my room, and couldn't sleep for the rest of the night. The
vision of the fucking dog wouldn't leave my eyes. Every now and then, I'd think of JoJo
and finally I arrived at the only conclusion that made any sense. "I'd have to go out and
get laid by an animal. What kind of animal didn't matter. But a four-legged, fucking
animal who would smell my ass and then screw me from either hole." "But as the
school mistress in a small village the size of Sjostrom, I'd have to be careful. Here, the
people were stilt puritanical, at least on the surface. And they expected their school
mistress to set a high, moral standard. If I was ever caught fucking an animal, I'd be
run out. Yet, I knew that the only release I could hope for would come from the prick
or tongue of an animal. For months, I continued to masturbate with the fantasy of
bestial sex in my mind. But finally, after several months, I grew frustrated again. I'd
have to have the real thing or go out of my mind. Then, luck came my way again.
"I received a letter from Madam Greta in Stockholm informing me that she was
traveling near my village and would drop in for a visit with her husband, JoJo. At least,
I was assured of getting fucked by her animal-like husband if I paid her. But when they
arrived, they had an unexpected surprise for me.
"Madam Greta got to the point, immediately. "There's a woman in this village who
claims she's trained a wild wolf to stud the female cunt. Somehow, she got a hold of my
address and offered the beast for sale. Naturally, I want to buy it. The women in
Stockholm will pay a fortune to get laid by something wild and dangerous instead of
those over-civilized intellectuals in the city." "I could hardly believe my ears. A woman
in the puritanical village of Sjostrom who trained wild animals to fuck women? My
salvation was contained in my own village and I didn't even know it.
"Who?' I asked, quickly. "Who trains animals to stud the female cunt? I'll buy one from
her myself." "Madam Greta laughed. "The woman carries on her work in great secrecy
because she's afraid of the wagging tongues in a small village. But I'm certain she'd be
delighted if she knew the school mistress wanted to get animal dicked. She's probably
afraid of you since you are a person of authority in this place.' '"Who is she?' I asked,
quickly. "Tell me. It's urgent. I haven't slept for weeks. I'm a wreck. I need salvation,
instantly and from the prick of an animal." "JoJo cut in for the first time. "I fuck nice
teacher lady again." "My heart softened. "Thank you, darling. But if I can get the real
thing, I'll take it. Besides getting my cunt treated by JoJo is only a temporary remedy.
What happens to me when you return to Stockholm? No, I need something of a more
permanent remedy." "The name of the village animal trainer turned out to be a
shocker. Madam Volska, the wife of the village mayor. "I can hardly believe she's the
one." I replied after I was given the name by Madam Greta. But the proof was positive.
A letter from Madam Volska in her hand writing and from the address I recognized.
"The old hypocrite." I mused along. "She's supposed to be the pillar of society."
"Madam Greta laughed in her cynical way, 'Even pillars of society love to get fucked.
And they need money, too." "As we quickly learned, Madam Volska and her old fool of
a husband Henri, the mayor needed money in the worst way. "Inflation." Henri wailed.
He was a tall, thin man with the look of a church deacon. He was, in fact, the church
deacon. "I have to keep up appearances as mayor. The don't give me enough of a salary
to make ends meet." "Why don't you give, the job up?' I asked. This was the obvious
solution instead of prostituting himself by training stud animals.
"His wife interjected. "As the mayor's wife, I have position and respectability. That's
what I need." "Madam Greta chuckled. "And when you were working for me in
Stockholm as a whore, your position was on your back most of the time." "Madam
Volska drew herself up in a haughty way. "Let's not rattle the skeletons in the closet.
Henri knows all about my past. If we weren't so hard up, I wouldn't have trained the
wolf. But he responded so beautifully, I naturally contacted my old employer Madam
Greta.
"The wife of JoJo the animal man shook with laughter. "You wrote me in Stockholm.
And all the time, you have a customer right here in the village.' And all the time, you
have a customer right here in the village.' And turning to me, she said, 'Your school
mistress lover animal cock. She's the one who will gladly buy your wolf. But I'll charge
for a finder's fee." "Madam Volska turned to me in surprise. "You? The school mistress?
But I don't understand." "There's nothing to understand." I told the old hypocrite.
"You trained a wild animal to have intercourse with the human female. Well, I'm a
human female. And yes, I'm interested in buying the beast. No questions asked. You
keep your mouth shut. And I'll do likewise." "The wife of the mayor bridled. "I am not
used to being spoken to in such a tone of voice." "Bullshit." I retorted, my voice rising
angrily.
'When you were whoring for a living you were used to being spoken to in all sorts of
ways. You're selling an animal cock. I'm buying. We make the transaction and keep
quiet about it. No one else in this goddamned village has to know anything about our
private business. You can go on being the stuck up wife of the village mayor. And I'll
go on being the highly respectable school mistress. What we do behind closed doors is
our business." "Bravo." Madam Greta applauded. "But as the middle man in this
transaction, I've go my duty to perform." "Duty?' I asked. "You've already done your
duty by finding me an animal to fuck." "Madam Greta explained. "That's all well and
good. But so far, all we've got is Madam Volska's word about this hot-cocked wolf.
How do we really know he'll perform as advertised?' "Madam Volska drew herself up.
"How dare you doubt my words?' "I dare and I do." Madam Greta said, irreverently. "I
know your from the old days, honey. When it comes to making money, I trust no one.
Especially you. Now." she got down to cases. "We'll want a demonstration. If he's any
good, I'll be judge of that." "Madam Volska sniffed. "You... are going to fuck my wolf?'
"Madam Greta shook her head. "No honey. You are. You're going to prove to us, he
can deliver as promised. After all, you're asking a pretty fancy price. And if you train
any more of them, I'll have to be certain, your product is worth pushing. I don't deliver
shoddy goods." "Madam Volska continued to object. "But it's not proper for the wife of
the mayor to... screw an animal. It's not fitting with her high position." "Piss on your
high position." Madam Greta spat. "Are your trying to conceal something? Are you
trying to palm off a dog that can't perform. After all, we wouldn't be in a position to
sue you. We'd be out one thousand crowns. Too much to take a chance. Prove the
animal can deliver or it's no deal!' "Patience." Madam Volska pleaded. "The girl who
helps train the animal is out of town. A young girl. Heidi. Such a clever and talented
girl. She is away with her parents." "So what?' Madam Greta insisted. "He's supposed
to be fully trained. What in hell are you afraid of?' "Madam Volska sighed. "The wolf is
used to the cunt of a young, teenage girl. You know, there's a certain, pungent odor to
such a pussy. Also, the animal is used to sniffing her ass. She does emit a rather unique
asshole odor." "Madam Greta sneered. "And you're trying to palm off an animal who is
only used to a teenage girl? No deal!' "Wait." Madam Volska pleaded again. "He... he
can do it with any female cunt. Of that I'm certain." "Prove it." Madam Greta insisted.
"As they say in America, I'm from Missouri." "The woman's weakling husband tried to
protest. "This is highly irregular. It's not right for my wife to..." "Shut up!' I snapped at
him. "You're willing enough to take my money." "Retreating like a coward, the
mumbled, 'But suppose the animal is dangerous?' "I nodded. "That's what I want to
find out. If he is dangerous, it's better he bites your wife's cunt and not mine." "All
right, all right." Madam Volska finally gave in. "I'll screw the beast. I've never done it
before, but we need the money. Inflation is positively ruinous even in Sjostrom." "We
all retired to the large back yard, a secluded area which contained the pen of the large,
timber wolf. At sight of the beast I began to tremble. I was both afraid and excited, too.
He bared his enormous fangs as we approached and gave such a deep-throated
rumbling sound that even Madam Volska paled.
"Madam Greta wasn't so easily intimidated, however. She was, after all, married to a
man who was part ape. "Got tremendous possibilities if he's been tamed to female
pussy." she gave us her considered opinion. "But that remains to be seen." "Madam
Volska timidly entered the pen and unchained the animal. "We'd better do it in the
stable." she said. "In case prying eyes see over the fence. I wouldn't want to do anything
that would put me or my husband under social criticism." "Get on with it." Madam
Greta snapped. "Either he'll perform or won't.' She looked under his belly in a critical
way. "He hasn't boned up, as yet." "This was true. The penis of the large limbed and
gray-haired wolf had not, as yet, lengthened or displayed any tendency to fill out the
tissues with a bone. His balls were on the gray side. And he didn't appear as though he
was in the remotest way interested in fucking a human female. At least, he permitted
Madam Volska to lead him out of the pen and take him into the large stable. We
followed her. Madam Greta and I remained skeptical.
"Doesn't look good." she warned me. "I won't let you buy a pig in a poke. Even if he
does bone up for a teenage girl, that won't do you any good. Your cunt won't catch fire
quite so fiercely. Nor will it emit as strong an odor.
"Do be careful." Henri called out to his wife. "Don't do anything to damage my
reputation." "JoJo looked a bit jealous. He had always been regarded as the only animal
in the life of Madam Greta. Now, he seemed ill at ease as though he didn't want his
wife to watch another animal perform.
"He not got as big a cock as JoJo." the hairy man mumbled, irritably.
"This was true. From my own experience, I knew the precise measurements of JoJo's
magnificent prick. But all women couldn't be fortunate enough to have such a man for
a husband. I'd have to settle for the four-legged variety of animal. And I'd gladly settle
for the wolf if he proved himself adaptable to the female hole.
"In the stable, the wolf sat down on his haunches and looked up at his mistress to await
the next move. The next move didn't directly involve him. Madam Volska had to
remove her clothes. Again, he pipsqueak of a husband uttered a protest.
"Damned shame." he sniffed, 'to have my wife disrobe before others. After all, I'm
supporting her for the rather private privilege of looking at her nude body." "But no
one paid any attention to his protest. And as Madam Volska continued to peel off her
clothes, she began to lose her initial reserve. Soon, it became apparent she enjoyed her
task. Having strangers of both sexes look her nude body up and down in a critical way,
both pleased and excited her. And she had good reason to be pleased and excited. Ever
since she married the mayor and moved to Sjostrom, she had concealed her lovely
figure with shapeless, ill-fitting clothes. She didn't want the small-town, small-minded
people to discuss her physical endowments which were considerable.
"As the heavy garments dropped around her feet, a rather charming picture evolved; a
picture of a statuesque, shapely and heavily-cunted woman. This same woman had
repressed her natural sexuality to live the life of a respectable but dull wife of an even
duller mayor. Her tits reminded me of great mountains of snow but her nipples were
purplish-colored, erected and porous. Through the pores of the purple, nipple flesh,
moisture oozed out and I heard both JoJo and Henri clear their throats. Her waist
wasn't particularly narrow but it wasn't flabby or rolling with waste fat, either. The
cheeks of her ass were magnificently sculptured and when she moved the cheeks spread
apart quite naturally to reveal the hairy, brown spot in the center which made JoJo's
mouth salivate. And her long, shapely legs looked as though they could ensnare a man's
rib cage and crack his nuts with very little effort at all. But best of all was the thick
spread of cuntal hairs which gobbled the entire portion of the lower belly. And through
the hairs, the thickish lips of juicy cunt were apparent. And to my surprise, the female
prick, the delightful-to-suck clitoris was in a full state of erection.
"Gasping, I looked up into Madam Volska's face. Yes, it was true. The woman was
excited by displaying her nude body in front of us. Or was her excitement generated by
the thought of getting dicked by a wild wolf? I guessed, it was a combination of both
but mostly the latter. She kept looking at the grayish animal with a look of deepening
passion. And he was beginning to respond to her, too. Perhaps he was used to teenage
cunt. But it looked as though he was ripe for a more mature piece of ass.
Her husband Henri continued to be torn between a combination of jealousy and greed.
He wanted the money the sale of the wolf would bring. And yet, it clearly pained him
to see his wife get dicked by an animal and before other people.
"Yet, one thing continued to bother me. If the wolf was warming up to the sight of the'
naked and beautiful Madam Volska, why didn't he bone up? He already had ample
opportunity to sniff the odors from her cunt. I could smell them, and so could the
others. And since an animal had a much keener sense of smell than a human, he
certainly could pick up the tantalizing odors wafting through the wide-open cuntal slit.
"Madame Volska explained. "I named him Timber for want of a better appellation." "I
asked, suspiciously. "Why isn't Timber boning up?' "Masam Volska looked perturbed.
"I don't know." she confessed, honestly. "He'd always get a good, solid hard on the
moment young Heidi walked into the pen. "Perhaps. . . he isn't responding to me in a
loving way." "But he does look interested." I had to admit. "He keeps eyeing your box
and ass. Why don't you give him a sniff of your ass since animals respond so easily to
that particular part of the female anatomy?"
"The woman nodded. "Yes, I'll let him kiss my ass. Many of my customers in
Stockholm expressed a similar desire. Many men of high birth went down on my ass
and kissed it hungrily." "The face of her husband reddened. "Must we drag up the past?
Either fuck the animal or not. Don't rattle skeletons in the closet!' "JoJo, the ape man
was responding to the scene, too. He kept eyeing Madam Volska's unusually hairy box
with more than mere casual interest. "Suck." he kept breathing to himself. "Box looks
juicy to suck." "The mayor's wife paid no attention to JoJo. She merely turned around,
leaned way over and rested her hands over her knees. I walked over to be her assistant.
Taking both of her cheeks between my hands, I spread them way apart and coaxed the
animal to stick his snooter up the lady's ass.
"Smell." I coaxed. "Smell the nice lady's asshole." "Now, Timber began to take an
interest in the mature lady's bum. First, he sniffed from a distance and then he went
over to the bent-over buttocks and worked his shout between the cheeks and up the
brown. The next thing I knew, his long, purplish-colored tongue was streaking up and
down between the cleavage.
"Madam Volska closed her eyes as an ecstatic expression spread over her lovely face.
"Ahhhh, that's the best tongue job I've received in years." "Her angered husband burst
out. "That's a damned lie. I suck your ass every Sunday afternoon." "His wife opened
her eyes to retort. "Yes, as though it's an appointment you have at the dentist. Natural
passion is something you don't make appointments for. You dive in regardless of the
time of day or night: Whenever you feel in the mood. Sex is a spontaneous sort of
thing. You're too goddamned formal about fucking. It's as though you're still
conducting a meeting at the town hall." "This shut Henri up. "I... I didn't realize." was
all he burbled.
"Madam Volska continued to chastize, him. "Watch the way the wolf sucks my ass. So
natural, so filled with passion. Emulate him next time." "Yes, dear." Henri said, meekly.
"There wasn't a doubt that Timber was eating Madam Volska's ass with naturalness
and passion. Slowly, his penis began to swell up, elongate, slide stiffly forward.
"Madam Greta crowed. "He's boning up. Look! His prick is responding to her lovely
ass." "And when she turned to look at me, I nodded. "Yes, I'll buy him." I said without
further hesitation. "There's no doubt in my mind now that all animals are the same in
that respect. The odors from a shapely, female ass will bone them up. And it doesn't
matter whether the animal is an ape, an ape man like JoJo, or a wild wolf. The smell of
female ass made pussy cats of all of them..."


Conclusions To Case File 3

A school mistress living alone in a small, Swedish village has a hard time of it socially.
The married women regard her as a threat and the married men all want to make a
play for her. There are few eligible single men. This was the problem faced by Laura G.,
a 26-year-old school mistress, who was suddenly left a widow in the isolated village of
Sjostrom. A brief affair with an intellectual in Stockholm ended unsatisfactorily when
she discovered the man was impotent. During a visit to a Swedish brothel, she had
intercourse with the Madam's husband, a man who closely resembled an ape. The
experience was closely akin to bestiality. This gave her an idea. Why not try bestiality?
In Sjostrom, her interest in bestiality was heightened when she, inadvertently,
discovered two teenage girls having intercourse with a dog. The girls seemed to respond
to their experience with much joy and satisfaction. Later, the opportunity to have sexual
relations with a tamed wolf presented itself and she seized it after discovering the wolf
did respond favorably to the human, female anatomy.
Until, she could find a mate whom she regarded as her intellectual and physical equal,
Laura G. was content to practice bestiality which she regarded as the temporary
solution to her problems. But she continued to look for a single man she could regard
as husband material.


Case File 4

Subject: Maria T.
Age: 54 
Occupation: Independently wealthy 
Sexual Record: After the death of her husband, the Stockholm-born widow of a wealthy
industrialist was grief stricken. Her marriage had been a long and happy one. And for
over two years refused to entertain the thought of having sexual relations with another
man. She clung to this decision although she was healthy and suffered from sexual
needs. However, after finally cleaning out her husband's desk in his work den, she
discovered a diary. In the diary, the man detailed a long sexual relationship with his
favorite riding mare. At first, Maria T. was shocked by the discovery of her husband's
bestiality. Then, she became curious. Now, she no longer clung to the notion of sexual
fidelity to the memory of her late husband. But the revelation from the diary sickened
her at the thought of all men. Instead of a human partner, she decided to select
animals. In this manner she felt she was getting back at her late husband's infidelity.
ANALYST: Can't you forget the past? What's done is done.
Marian Never! For thirty years I remained a faithful and true wife to my husband. Even
after he died, I remained faithful to his memory. And then ...
A: You discovered he had been unfaithful all along.
M: But with a horse! A mare he used for riding. A: You never suspected?
M: No. I was too naive. Of course, he'd disappear for hours and go out to the stables.
How was I supposed to guess he was busy fucking the mare?
A: During your marriage did you have a satisfactory sex life?
M: Not entirely. In fact, during the last years, I'd have to reply in the negative. A: What
happened?
M: He was dull in bed. I suppose he regarded me in the same way. I assume this was
his motive for screwing a mare. A: Did he always erect with you? M: Towards the end,
we ceased having physical relationships. But I considered that normal. He was much
older than myself. A: But now that you're a widow, why don't you find a normal man?
M: Never! There is no such thing as a normal man. My husband Werner was normal,
or gave that appearance. Underneath, he was twisted and sick. No thanks, I don't want
any more men.
A: What do you want?
M: I decided to fuck animals, too.
A: Revenge?
M: Perhaps. But not exactly. After I got to thinking about it, an animal would do just
fine for my situation. After all, I am quite wealthy now. Obviously men can't be trusted.
An animal can be trusted.
A: How did you go about it? After all, you have an important social position to
consider.
MARIA: "That's right. But since part of my motives were vengeance, I re-read my
husband's diary to pick up all the points I could regarding bestiality and how to go
about fucking with an animal. After all, the sonofabitch became quite expert in that
field behind my back.
"According to the diary, Werner, my husband, took up animal fucking because I no
longer excited him, physically. For one thing, I was much too short, too thin, not
shapely enough. When he fucked he wanted to see the huge, cheeky ass on a female. At
first, after he decided to become unfaithful to me, he tried out prostitutes. But they
didn't fit the bill, either. They'd be too coarse, or they talked too much or were too
vulgar. Finally, he got the idea of screwing his riding mare. He had always been fond of
her, and one day, while saddling her up, he glanced at her huge, cheeky ass and got a
hard on. Right there and then, his cock stuck up, and he knew he had to stick her.
"The decision to have bestial experiences bothered him, at first. Yes, he wanted to fuck
the mare but still, he knew it was an abnormal act and according to the diary, he
suffered terribly before he got up enough nerve to go through with it. One evening, he
excused himself from my company, went down to the stable, stood on a little stool
behind the mare's cunt and stuck it in. Yes, the mere sight of her huge ass boned him
up. And in the diary he went absolutely rhapsodic about the sensation of feeling his
cock bone slide into the mare's pussy. Clutching the cheeky bum of the mare, he
pumped back and forth and in no time at all experienced an orgasm. In fact, on that
particular evening, I remember that he returned to the house with strange looking spots
on his trousers. But again, I was too innocent, too naive and simple to associate him
with a mare's cunt.
"After reading how I was betrayed by this worm of a man, I naturally was enraged.
Then, after I calmed down, the idea of an, animal fuck began to appeal to me.
Hopefully, the no good shit would be looking down and watching. At any rate, my
mind was made up. I'd fuck an animal!
"But after making the decision, I realized that my problems were only beginning. There
were no animals on my estate other than the riding mare. No male animals, And even
if there were, they'd have to be trained to fuck a female. Fortunately, my maid Angela
came to my rescue. The girl was the only person I trusted and I told her about the diary
and my decision to betray my husband's memory by screwing an animal.
"Fortunately, Angela's father was the owner of a small, not very successful circus that
was permanently housed in Stockholm. But the show-part of the circus was only a front
for the more profitable part of the business; the raising and selling of trained stud
animals to the wealthy women of Stockholm.
"Angela assured me. "My daddy will fix you up. The wealthiest women in Stockholm
seek him out for just the kind of service you need. Animal fuckers." "I blushed. "It's all
so embarrassing. I don't think I can go through with it." "Angela laughed. "That's what
they all say. Every woman thinks she's something different because she wants to fuck
an animal. That's why daddy has the viewing room for potential buyers with
embarrassing problems." "The viewing room?' I asked.
"Angela nodded. "You can watch the transaction between daddy and another wealthy
woman. You watch everything unseen in an adjoining room. You can view but can't be
viewed by anyone else. Hence the name... viewing room." "Peeking into someone else's
living room always did sort of excite me. "But how will it help me?' I asked.
"When you oversee and overhear someone else's problems of a similar nature, you'll get
over the notion you're something unique, something different. Then, you'll be
psychologically prepared to go through with the transaction yourself." "Agreed." I
replied. "Sounds like a charming idea. Will I get to see any action?' "Probably." Angela
replied. "They usually want to stud almost immediately. Daddy will oblige somehow
provided the customer absolutely refuses." "As promised Angela's father Pieter, a bluff
big-bellied, gray-haired man who resembled Santa Claus ushered Angela and myself
into the viewing room. One window was a two-way affair. We could see through into
the adjoining room. However, the occupants in the other room thought it was only a
mirror. All they could see was their own reflection. Angela and myself sat down in
comfortable chairs and waited for the show to commence.
"Presently, Pieter and his customer made their appearance in the adjoining room. I
recognized the woman immediately. She was the president of the Lady's Leisure Lodge
to which I belonged. She was the wife of a very prominent socialite, and since her
husband was still living with her I wondered about her presence. Unknowingly, she
quickly supplied the answer.
"My goddamned husband has gone queer on me." she told Pieter, 'that's why I want
the god-damndest, stiffest prick I can find." "I blushed at her language. In our social set,
the woman, a Madam Bergsen, was noted for her aloof, aristocratic manner. Grayhaired 
but still handsome and well-figured, the sixtyish woman appeared to be the
model of good breeding. She always spoke so precisely, with measured speech and
purity of language. Now, she was letting loose with a mule skinner's vocabulary and she
openly was trying to buy an animal to fuck her. This, apparently, was the real Madam
Bergsen without the social facade.
"The old hypocrite." I whispered to Angela.
"But the young girl was more tolerant than myself. "At least, she is being honest with
herself now." she reminded me. "None of us girls know how we'd act if we discovered
our husband was a fag." "Of course, you're right." I apologized. "But the change in her
character is so startling." "Angela prophesied. "It will become even more startling as she
gets a taste of a hard animal's dick. Wait and see." "We didn't have long to wait. Pieter,
Angela's father, brought in the tiniest dog I'd ever seen. A lap dog no doubt.
"The red-faced, Santa Claus like figure chuckled. "This charming little creature is made
to order for your particular needs, Madam Bergsen." "The woman instantly disagreed.
"I told you I wanted something long and stiff. The exact opposite type of prick hung on
my fairy husband. This little thing doesn't look like he could fuck a flea." "Patience
madam." Pieter bowed. He was the perfect diplomat. "But I have analyzed your needs
and believe me, this is one answer." "One answer." the woman repeated. "My problem
then requires several solutions. Is that what you're telling me?' "Angela's father bowed
again. "Of course, good madam. You've suffered a great deal by being married to a
faggy husband. Now, you require double attention. One from a tongue. The other, from
a prick. This." he said with a dramatic flourish, 'is the tongue. The most expert tongue
in my menagerie." "Ah yes." the gray-haired woman smiled. "So I do. And this little lap
dog appears to be able to lick cunt. Correct?' "Correct." Pieter beamed. "He has already
sucked the cunts of the most socially prominent women in Stockholm. I used to rent
him out on special or urgent occasions. Now, I'll sell him to you because I'm certain
you'd keep him busy. I'd only sell him to a woman who could keep him occupied. He's
used to sucking and lapping off a cunt at least once a day." "Madam Bergsen clapped
her hands. "But how delightful! Oh yes, I'll keep him busier than once a day. First
thing in the morning. "Just after my afternoon nap, and before I got to bed. It'll make
me sleep better." "Bravissimo." Pieter applauded the honest and robust woman. "He'll
be so happy and so will you." "But Madam Bergsen frowned, 'lapping off my cunt is all
well and good. But... the stiff prick, remember? That's what I really crave." "Be assured
good madam, that the stiff prick is what you will receive as well. I have an English bull
dog, a powerful beauty, and a fucker par excellence. He'll fill up your cunt regardless of
its size." "For the first time, the socialite blushed. "It's quite large. In fact, my vagina is
unusually large. Probably that's what discouraged my husband and drove him into the
arms of the queers." "Pieter clucked his tongue, sympathetically. "Too bad. But this
English bull dog had the largest prick I've ever seen on man or beast. Thick as a
telephone post and as long. When he grows heated, it is actually possible to see the
blood gushing into the penile shaft, to witness the way the skin balloons out, to see the
head swell out to the size of a frog's belly. And what magnificent balls! You'll want to
suck them. Of course, they're full of cock cream. And my dear, the heat of the prick
jism will burn the skin of your thighs. But it's the kind of burning sensation you'll love
and cry out for more..." "Enough!' the frustrated woman shrieked. "Bring in the lapper.
Let him suck me off right here and now. Then, bring on the stick-dick. I want to get
fucked like I've never been fucked in my entire life. Hurry." she urged with a look of
desperation in her lovely gray eyes. "Can hardly wait. Shall I disrobe partially or
altogether? Tell me what to do.' She babbled on and on like a school girl with her first
crush.
"But Pieter was used to such women with long repressed sexual urges. "Calmly good
madam. Take it calmly. Yes." he advised. "It will be best to disrobe, entirely since you'll
eventually get screwed by the English bull. The peke responds to the warmth of a naked
woman's body. By all means, take it all off." "The socialite required no second
invitation. Clearly, disrobing in front of a strange man and dog excited her. "Help me."
she urged. This was merely a ruse to get Pieter to remain in the room while she
disrobed.
"Assuredly, good madam." Angela's father bowed again. He was such a perfect
gentleman. If he was younger and if I wasn't so bitter against men, I'd ask Angela to let
him fuck me. But I remained silent, completely absorbed in the drama that was
unfolding in the next room.
"Madam Bergsen certainly wasted no time in taking off her clothes. And despite her
age, I had to admit she was certainly stunningly figured. The tits were still firm, the
nipples-rosy-colored, the body slender, the hips solid, the legs shapely and the cunt
covered with such a profusion of fine, silky gray hairs that old Pieter's mouth watered a
bit. The cheeks of her ass also were solid and perfectly proportioned. At the base of one
cheek, the skin was rumpled in a purplish scar which only enhanced the erotic sight.
And in the center, the juiciest looking clump of grayish hairs sprayed through the
cleavage. But most important, the lips of the cunt were thick, solid and naturally
distended which would permit the dog's tongue to streak inside with little difficulty.
"The sight of the naked woman and the dog began to arouse my own slumbering sexual
desires. My legs swung apart and the heat flowed unceasingly through the cleft and
over my thighs. And then, I felt the head of the clitoral shaft swing out and up and
nudge against the fabric of my underclothing.
"Getting a bit warm in here." I murmured to Angela.
"The young girl gave me a sidelong glance. "You are getting aroused, madam. I brought
a dildo just for such a happening. Would you care to use it while you watch the
excitement in the next room?' "I betrayed my innocence. "Dildo?' I asked, puzzled.
"By way of explanation, Angela withdrew the dildo from her purse. "A man-made
prick." she said, evenly. "When my boy friend travels out of town and leaves me alone,
I use it quite effectively. Of course, it's not like the real article. But..." "I examined the
dildo which turned out to be, as she explained, an artificial prick. There were even two
balls attached to the base and in them was a bit of warmish liquid. Since the skin of the
balls was a soft plastic, it was possible to squeeze them at the psychological moment
and flood the vagina with sertien-like liquid.
"How clever." I murmured. "But I'm so ignorant about such matters. How in earth does
one use such an article?' "Angela instructed. "Roll up your skirt and pull down the
girdle. Then, I'll pump it in and out of your cunt. In that way, madam, you can watch
the proceedings in the next room without interruption." "How kind." I gushed. "Of
course. You jack me off while I watch the show in the next room. I'll let you know
when I start to climax." "My pleasure, madam." Angela informed me, and deftly
inserted the cockhead through the lips of my already sweating pussy.
"Grunting with pleasure, I spread my legs even farther apart and slid down a bit more
on my seat to ease the machine made cock up my snatch a trifle deeper. "What's going
on in the next room?' I murmured aloud as I sighed happily with all that prick nestled
so comfortably inside my pussy pouch.
"What was happening in the next room was a scene of bestial cunnilingus. Madam
Bergsen was seated on the edge of a couch, naked, with legs spread wide apart, and
with cunt lips fully distended. The peke was standing on his hind legs, with his tongue
pressed insistently up against her slobbering slot.
"OhhhhhahhhhHHHH." she babbled. "This pekey knows how to treat a lady's cunt
with his tongue. Go, boy, go." she urged and with an upward thrust raised her hips.
The tongue slipped off her cunt slit and dropped easily into the cleavage between the
cheeks of her ass. "That's right, that's right." she encouraged, hurriedly and excitedly.
"Lap my ass, too. Go from one hole to the other." "The peke seemed to understand
Swedish. He did alternate his sucking exercise from one hole to the other. Drilling into
her cunt, he'd dart the flesh back and forth as though he was throwing a determined
tongue-fuck into her box. Then, changing his tactics, he'd slide the tongue downward
as she raised up, and repeated the maneuver inside her asshole. This latter anal drilling
met with so much success that the good lady finally threw both legs straight up in the
air and shoved the cheeks of her big ass in the dog's face.
"Lap." she commanded, slobberingly. "Lap my ass, goddammit. Suck out the brown
spot. Deep." she hissed. "Like you were giving me a tongue enema. Deep. Way down
inside the asshole!' "My own eyes bulged, fascinated. "Why?' I asked, my voice a
whisper. "Why the asshole? Why doesn't she let the dear dicky dog suck her cunt and
give her a well deserved blow off?' "Again, wise young Angela had the correct answer.
"She doesn't want to diminish the intensity of the blow off when she gets a load of the
English bull dog's big prick. In this manner, the tongue up her asshole tantalizes her,
makes her more heated and thus more receptive to the bull dog... And I do believe, she
reaching the point where she'll dispense with the anal tongue, and ask for some solid
prick." "As Angela spoke, her wrist was moving gently forward and backward, the dildo
was sliding gently in and out of my cunt box and the juices of the vagina were foaming
over the shaft and down my bared thighs.
"Not too fast, dear." I told her. "Don't let me blow until I watch the animal fuck. That's
what I'm really here for." "Of course." Angela assured me. "I'm merely tantalizing you
with this slow wrist action. I won't hit the payoff until you're good and ready. Not until
the bull dog starts to pour the meat to the good Madam Bergsen." "And that particular
point in time was reached, immediately. The dog's saliva kept running down from
between the cheeks of her tantalized ass. "Enough." she finally gurgled. "Enough. Can't
take any more without blowing my stack. F... f... fuck me." she trembled all over. "Pour
it to me. And don't stop until I'm wet from head to toe with jism juice." "This last
statement was directed towards Angela's father Pieter who was standing by with the
English bull. Gently he removed the lapping peke from the lady's ass, and brought in
his replacement. The short-bodied bull was already fully erected since he was
responding, animal-like, to the pungent flow of odors wafting up from the parts of her
lower anatomy that the peke had ravished with his tongue.
"Pieter stood with the bull and tried to decide on the best position that would fit the
circumstances. But he waited too long, underestimating the state of the lady's heated
body. Instead of remaining a docile subject, Madam Bergsen heaved up on her two
shapely legs, snatched up the animal and fell to the floor with him. Or to be more
precise, she fell to the floor on top of him. She was going to get hosed in the more
aggressive woman-on-top position.
"Pieter had his doubts about the advisability of such a position. "No, no, my good
madam." he called out in an alarmed voice. After all, he was responsible for her well
being and the well-being of the animal. And he was an expert in such matters. "No, no,
such a position will never do for the first time. You must be more gentle, and let the
dog take the initiative..." "But the expert's words fell on deaf ears. I do believe the ears
of Madam Bergsen, at that particular heated moment actually were deaf. All she could
hear were the demands of her flesh. And those demands were urgent and authoritative.
She had to get fucked, and right now! There could be no waiting until someone else
decided on the proper position or etiquette. What she needed was a prick up her
heaving cunt.
"How masterful." I almost swooned. I had always responded to masterful people of
either sex. This woman knew what she wanted and how to get it, and nothing was
going to stop her.
"Angela, sensing my mounting excitement increased the tempo of her wrist movements.
The dildo slid in and out of my gurgling cunt at a much faster rate.
"Yes." I murmured, hypnotized by the sight in the adjoining room. 'Fuck me faster,
faster!' In my mind, I was that woman next door, and I was mounting the animal in a
masterful way.
"Madam Bergsen was such an excellent example to fantasize from. Without mincing
words, she took up the bull dog, threw him on the floor, leaped on top of him with legs
straddling his body, and with a sweeping gesture, reached back, grabbed hold of his
long prick and jabbed it deftly into her pussy. Then, in a continuous movement,
without a single pause, not even for a breath, her hips started to pound up and down.
She was fucking the dog! The good and masterful madam was in charge every step of
the way.
"Bravo!" I gurgled as Angela pounded the dildo at a dizzying rate into my cunt. "Take
charge." I cried out in encouragement. "Take complete charge." "I suppose I was so
enthusiastic about a dominant woman taking charge of the fuck because all throughout
my marriage I had been the docile partner. And my husband turned out to be a cheat
and a sneak. My marriage might have turned out differently if I had been the dominant
one, the one who took charge. Many males prefer a dominant woman although they
wouldn't openly make such an admission.
"Now, Madam Bergsen was doing what came naturally to her. Her body had been
tormented almost beyond endurance by the lascivious tongue of the drooling peke.
Now she craved something hard and stiff up her cunt. And she wasn't waiting to say,
"please." "Of course, all of this frenetic and dominant movement on the part of Madam
Bergsen met with immediate disapproval from Pieter who thought he fully understood
the way of women with animals.
"No, no, no." he kept screaming, his red face getting redder. "Not the way to handle a
dog. You'll smother his self-confidence, destroy his ego. Let him feel the master. Let
him play out the role of the dominant fucker. Please, madam." he pleaded with tears in
his eyes. "Desist, at once. Get off my beautiful bull. You'll give him a complex." "But
the bull didn't share his concern. Clearly, the animal appreciated being dominated by a
fucking fool of a female. His eyes rolled happily back, his tongue lolled out, and his
prick just naturally stood up like a pile driver.
"Reaching under his body, Madam Bergsen pulled him tighter against her own naked
flesh and proceeded to almost fuse the dog skin to herself. Every inch of dog prick was
wedged tightly up the snatch and even when she pumped it was not possible to see a
single inch of exposed penile shaft. Her fucking movements were short, controlled,
highly disciplined thumpings; the kind of fuck that was all authority.
J "And throughout the act, she never uttered a word. Her eyes glazed and the skin of
her face blazed, and her jiggling ass continued to pound out the fuck with the
determination of a jack-hammer.
"Faster." I breathed aloud to Angela who was sliding the dildo in and out of my own
gaping box. "Make me blow. Can do it. Feel I'm going. Don't stop. I'm fucking the
dog, too. Too... Toooooooo..." "In the next room, the cheeks of Madam Bergsen's ass
fluttered madly as her humping hips worked the dog's cock over. As she reared up, the
two fleshy globes of her ass seemed to fuse together but as she threw her weight
downward, the buttocks flew apart and it was possible to see the twisting clump of
rectal hairs and even the hole itself. With this vision of loveliness before my eyes, my
own cunt started to sputter. Desperately, I tried to hold back until the dog-fucking lady
was ready to shoot. But there was no holding back. Juices were already sputtering
through the crack.
"Hurry." I cried out to the lady in the next room although she couldn't hear me. "Blow
your cunt with me. Together. At the same time..." "Caught up in the excitement of the
occasion, young Angela increased the tempo of the masturbatory movements. Her wrist
waggled back and forth like a broken hinge, and the dildo stampeded in and out of my
cunt like a locomotive.
"You're doing great." Angela cried out, encouragingly. "You're shooting out a bigger
load than I do when my boy friend dicks me. Let it all go." she advised me as her wrist
continued to spring back and forth. "Let it all hang out!' "I really had no alternative.
Wave after terrific wave of jismic goo flooded through the sluices to coat the shaft of
the dildo with its slippery oil. At that precise and psychological moment, Angela
squeezed the plastic balls of the artificial cock. A flow of sensuous, warmish liquid slid
deep into my cuntal container. This liquid simulated the juices of a man's cracked nuts.
There was very little left to the imagination during dildo play.
"A cry from the adjoining room ripped through the walls as Madam Bergsen emptied
the contents of her pussy. "So good." she uttered in her high, piercing voice. "So
goddamned, pissingly good.' The cheeks of her ass continued to twitch but the
vibrations finally ceased and she rolled off the near-raped animal and stared dumbly up
at the ceiling.
"Pietery Angela's father, who was something of a scientist now had note pad and pencil
and was jotting down a series of observations that he would later analyze regarding the
act of bestiality.
"In the true manner of the scientist, he asked, 'Did you experience an orgasm?'
"Madam Bargsen looked at him with wide, incredulous eyes. "I almost ripped my cunt
apart, and you ask if I experienced an orgasm. Are you out of your mind?' "Pieter tried
to retain his patience. "Please cooperate good madam. I am aware you had a climax.
But a true scientist always confirms his observations. Now . .. did you experience a
climax?' "For answer, Madam Bergsen rolled over on her back, spread her legs and
pointed to her soaking pussy. "Kiss it." she said. "And taste the juice. That ought to
confirm your question." "Angela finally pulled the dildo out of my hole and wiped it
off. "Looks like daddy and Madam Bergsen are going to argue a while. We'd better
leave." "I nodded. "I've seen all I want to see." I told her. "Animal tongue and cock can
be wonderful when applied correctly. Please make an interview for me with your dear
father. Tell him I want the best tongue and prick he's got available." "Angela nodded.
"Yes, madam. I understand. You want the same kind of service Madam Bergsen
received. Very well. It shall be as you desire." "Pieter came to my home and listened
intently to the story of my unfaithful husband. Finally, he nodded. "I understand fully.
You want revenge. Also, you want cuntal satisfaction." "Precisely the case." I told him.
"Revenge and satisfaction. In short, I want the best piece of ass you can come up with."
"That will take some thought." he informed me. "But I'll be ready for you this evening.
Please have my daughter Angela accompany you. She'll help me with the preparations."
"When Angela and I arrived at Pieter's place later that evening, the gray-haired, gray
bearded man greeted us, effusively. "Everything is settled, good madam." he assured me.
"This will be a night to remember." "I felt so excited that my bladder began to act up.
Whispering to Angela, I told her that I wanted to be excused to empty the contents of
my bladder.
"But much to my surprise, Pieter wouldn't hear of such a thing. "It would spoil
everything, good madam. You are expected to have a bladder full to complete this little
experiment." "This time, even his daughter Angela looked surprised. "But poppa." she
protested, 'it's much better for a lady to take a piss before she fucks. In that way, there
will be no discomfort." "But Pieter insisted. "No! We'll need every drop of the good
madam's pee. It plays an important role in this particular experiment I've cooked up."
"I protested. "I'm not here eo experiment. I'm here to get fucked. And I have to take a
piss.' I stated in a loud, aggrieved tone of voice. There was no longer any point in
feeling embarrassed.
"Let me explain." Pieter countered.
"Please do." I insisted.
"Even Angela piped up. "This is a new one on me, poppa. Who ever heard of pissing
while they make love?' "But Pieter very" calmly proceeded to answer out questions. The
man was more of a scientist than I had at first suspected. "First." he explained. "I made
a series of theoretical calculations and had them run through the computer at the
Stockholm Scientific Academy." "What's all this got to do with my getting fucked by an
animal?' I wanted to know. So far we were wasting a lot of time as far as I was
concerned. And I still had to take a piss in the worst way.
"According to the would-be scientist, the calculations pertained to his theoretical
discoveries on the effect of hot urine on the sexual response of an individual.
" I discovered." Pieter went on, 'that a flow of hot piss from the opposite sex just prior
to sexual intercourse increases passion. The senses are more keenly attuned to sex.
Naturally, the enjoyment of a sexual experience is vastly increased.' Turning directly
towards me, he added. "In this manner, good madam, you will be able to have the best
piece of ass in your life. Thus will it be possible for you to have your revenge and also
enjoy yourself." "I hesitated. "Does the animal... Or do I piss on him?"
"He bowed. "Naturally." he advised me, 'you will flood his face with a bladder full of
your sexiest, hottest piss. This will excite him almost beyond endurance. Then, you will
settle back and get the best cocking of your entire life." "Does sound kind of exciting."
Angela piped up. And then the dear child made a candid admission in order to give me
courage. "My boy friend insists that I piss over his face before he fucks me. He just
loves to watch me squat over his face. And he's in seventh heaven when I let loose and
almost drown him with a shower of hot, streaming piss. He laughs and gurgles and
carries on like a man when it's spattering over his face. Then, when the last drop leaves
the piss-soaked pussy, he bobs his face up and starts eating me in a way that's pure
heaven. Getting my piss-wet cunt lapped can make me climax a half dozen times in a
row." "I shivered with excitement. "The way you describe piss love does make it sound
inviting." Turning to Pieter, I asked, "Will the animal eat my cunt after I've soaked him
with a bladder full?" "The man smiled. "Indeed good madam. I've trained him to do just
that. Of course, there is always that element of doubt..." "What do you mean?' I asked,
quickly. "Danger?' "Not physical danger." he hastened to assure me. "But... some
animals respond differently to female piss. Some get more excited, some less excited. It
will be a tremendous step forward in the annals of sexual science if we make these
observations." "But suppose my piss turns him off?' I asked nervously.
"He held up his hands. "Then, I'll have a standby animal to take his place. One way of
another, you'll get your fucking. If the piss turns him on, you'll get the best reaming of
your entire life. If it doesn't, you'll still get a satisfactory fuck.' He asked, 'Are you
game?' "Angela urged me, 'Please try, it madam. What have you to lose? If the animal
responds to your hot, sexy piss... and I'm sure he will... you'll get a fucking you will
never forget. The experience of a lifetime. Surely, it will be the revenge you so earnestly
long for." "All right." I said making up my mind.
'What have I to lose? And the thought of pissing over an animal, watching his reaction
and hoping for him to prick up excites the hell, out of me. But hurry... My bladder is
ready to bust wide open." "Preparations were quickly made. Pieter led me into a
bathroom where I quickly disrobed and climbed into a bathtub half-filled with water.
"Where is he?' I demanded to know. "Where is my lover fucker I'm going to rain with
piss?' "Coming." Pieter promised me, quickly.
"Angela confessed. "I'm getting so: excited I'll have to pee real soon." "But much to my
dismay, Pieter returned carrying the most ragged, mongrel dog I had ever seen. He was
small, of uncertain ancestry, and with so much hair, it covered his eyes. At least, Pieter
had washed his white-haired body for the experiment.
'"He looks disgusting." I said. "A mongrel! After all, I am a lady of some standing in
this community." "Pieter smiled. "We mustn't be so class conscious. After all, Sweden is
now a socialistic republic. We don't prejudge on the basis Of breeding. This dog... I
simply call him Mongrel... may be the very best suck and fuck you've ever had in your
entire life. Don't prejudge him on his breeding. This, too, is a test. Many women miss
out on a happy sex life by insisting to fuck only men of their own class." "I wanted to
further protest but my bladder was aching my entire body. "All right." I sighed. "I'll
take him on. But hurry! I've got to piss, and make no mistake about it!' "Good." Pieter
replied. "The experiment begins." "Angela clutched her side. "After you finish, I'll piss
on him, too. I have to leak, too." "Pieter leaned over the tub and placed the frightened
looking Mongrel under my squatting haunches. "Under the piss hole." I instructed. "I
don't want to miss the target." "Of course not." Pieter assured me. "Don't worry about
a thing. Everything has been very carefully calculated." "Everything except the
responses of the mongrel dog, I told myself with some trepidation. Suppose I was
turned down, rejected by a mongrel dog? Naturally, it would sting my pride. But it was
too late now to worry about my sensibilities. My bladder was ready to burst. The
shaggy haired dog was positioned and kept looking up at my pussy with a mixture of
curiosity and interest. A certain odor did flow through the crack and I'm positive he
was reacting to the smells of a hot cunt.
"Got to." I sang out. "Got to pisssssss ...' And I did. The flow started at a mere tricklish
pace. The first few drops bounded off Mongrel's head and into his eyes. He whimpered.
This was not a very good beginning. Then, the trickle gave way to a deluge, a veritable
outpouring of fluid that drenched the hair, eyes and nostrils of the animal.
"At first, he tried to cower, to bury his head but after he got a few tastes of the liquid in
his mouth and the odor drifted into his nostrils, the dog changed radically. In face, he
became the exact opposite. He boldly held his head directly under the cuntal faucet and
now, his mouth curved into a wide smile as the golden flow belabored his body.
"All the while during this heated piss-on, Pieter took a hurried series of notes and
observations regarding not only the dog's responses but also my own reactions. I, too,
was changing. At first, I was rather timid and concerned only with relieving my
bladder. But as the stuff began to inundate the four-legged fucker, my eyes lit up like
candles, an ecstatic smile curved back my lips and I began to babble out obscene
expletives.
"Does my piss make you hot for the fuck little mongrel mutt?' I asked as my ass
bounced up and down to properly emit every drop of the good juice.
"And when I spotted his penis beginning to move, I sang out with joy. "I'm making
him bone up, Pieter. Look at his prick, everyone. He loves me. At least, he loves my
piss!' "There wasn't any doubt of that fact, now. He did love my piss. If he didn't, he
wouldn't be slurping up the liquid, twisting his head about to receive the full impact,
and wagging his tail so violently. But the true test of the experiment was simply his
cock. Was he erecting? And the answer was a very definite affirmative. He certainly was
getting stiffer by the moment.
"Getting a hard on." Pieter confirmed my earlier observation. "All responses... "All
responses... positive. Keep on with the good work." he urged me. "Squeeze out every
drop of piss you've got!' "I had already passed the point of diminishing returns. The
harder I squeezed, the less liquid dropped out and finally the flow ceased altogether.
"What now?' I asked, breathlessly. "Do I fuck him, now. Or..." "Let him eat you if he's
so inclined." Pieter called out as he hurriedly scribbled more notes down in his
scientist's note book.
"I... I hope he wants to..." I breathed with uncertainty. "I hope so..." "But Mongrel put
an end to my former doubts and fears. The instant he realized the golden flow had
come to an end, he sat up, shook his piss-heavy hair and then rolled out his tongue.
"As I saw the red hunk of mouth flesh traveling towards my cunt, I lunged forward and
slapped him hard in the face with my box. Then, to make certain he didn't pull away, I
seized his head and held it against the bowl of cunt.
"Eat." I breathed. "Eat my pussy. Blow me out, good." "And when the tongue sliced
through the cuntal slit, my head snapped backward and my eyes rolled around like a
couple of glass marbles. "Gee... zussss." I foamed at my mouth. "I'm going to break my
nuts. Break my nuts-" "Then, I started to ram my hips back and forth, machinelike as
though I was fucking the dog and not vice versa.
"Keep it up." Pieter cried out, encouragingly. "The experiment's going better than I had
anticipated." "Angela sang out. "So proud of you, madam. You're fucking like a real
pro. Real pro." she called out louder thinking I didn't hear her.
"The reason she didn't think I heard was my almost total absorption in the act of
shoving my cunt back and forth against the drooling-mouthed beast. Of course such
frenetic action could last for long.
"Hitting a high spot." I sang out senselessly. What I was referring to was the state of
my inner cuntal cone. And that state was dynamic. I knew I was going to let loose by
the continued warbling and fluttering of my vagina walls. And when I did finally let go,
more liquid sputtered out through the cleft as though I was taking a piss all over again.
"And once again, the fucker dog slurped and gulped up the flow of juices that geysered
through the crack. "He's a real love." I said wearily after it was all over. "A real love..."
"Pieter looked concerned. "Do you have enough strength left to get... dicked? I mean let
him stick his cock inside and fuck you? If not, we'll try it another day." "I bridled. Did
he think I was weak or puny? 'Of course, I have enough strength left." I retorted. "Just
give me half a moment to collect myself." "Don't force it, madam." Angela cried out,
concerned.
"I'll be all right." I sang out. "Don't worry about me. I'll take all the prick I can get!'
"The fucking was to take place in the adjoining bedroom and on a bed. "How?' I asked
after I had washed and dried off. "How do I go about dicking the mongrel?' "Follow
your own inclinations." Pieter advised. "The dog obviously adores you. He'll go along."
"And he did. I still wanted to squat over him. Perhaps this desire arose from me desire
to dominate. But at any rate, I again squatted over the animal as though I was going to
piss on him, again. This time, my cunt hovered over his prick. The dear dog boned up,
immediately as he quickly realized what was going to happen.
"Angela cooed. "Oh, he just loves and adores your box. Look how cute he is. Boning up
already for you. Sweet dog." "Pieter, the consummate scientist merely took note of the
dog's responses without making comment. "Go." he told me. "Commence the act.
Slowly at first. Then, speed it up." "Taking perfect aim, I lowered my hips, the cuntal
lips flew apart, gripped the sides of the upthrust penile shaft and then engulfed it
entirely.
"Whining with lust, the dog raised up his head and as I proceeded to ride his stiff cock,
he licked my bared belly.
"Ride him, Angela called out, excitedly. "Ride him, good!' "Pieter advised in his
scientific manner. "Don't discharge too quickly. There are a few observations I want to
make relevant to any change in your body temperature. Do you feel hotter?' "Yes!' I
shrieked as I really let loose. "Yes, goddammit, yes, yes, yes..." "The temperature of the
mutt had increased, too. This change was easily detected by myself as the meat of the
fuck-stick was lodged firmly and deeply in my snatch. The walls of my vagina were
sizzling hot by now, and my clitoris-cock was every bit as stiff as Mongrel's dick.
"Can't wait much longer." I advised the scientist. "Can't hold back the gusher. Geezus,
I can't, can't, can't..." "Then let go." he called out. "Don't try to hold back. Let it all
hang out!' "Angela put in her advice, too. "Yes, if you have to go... Go!" "I went. Again,
the juices of love flowed unabatedly through the slot of my juiced-up box. But this time,
I received an added dividend. The dog started to blow out his load. His joy juice was
the richest, thickest, creamiest seminal discharge I'd ever experienced in my entire life. I
couldn't get enough of that hot syrup in and around my snatch.
"The cheeks of my ass bobbled up and down and almost crushed his hindquarters
during the mutual discharge. And- -when it was- finally completed, I pitched forward
on the bed.
"At long last." I whimpered. "My revenge is complete. And the best piece of ass I've
ever had in my whole life." "Pieter nodded, smiling. "Good show, madam. You've
contributed considerably to the fund of knowledge we have of bestial responses and
behavior. Your name will live in scientific journals. I am writing a thesis for my master's
degree and..." "Fuck your master's degree." I snapped. I didn't enjoy being used. "Can I
buy the Mongrel, or not?' '"Of course." he stated. "In fact, there is no charge.
Obviously he adores you. I couldn't sell him elsewhere now. You may have him to live
with." "My future happiness is assured." I told him... " ANALYST: And was it?
MARIA: No.
A: Why not? You had intercourse with an animal. What else did you want? M: More
revenge. A: In what way.
M: My husband had made a fool of me. A woman scorned isn't so easily placated. A:
What did you do?
M: My sister-in-law... the sister of my late husband. I conspired to seduce her with an
animal.
A: A married woman?
M: Yes. And she claimed she was happy, completely devoted to her husband. I didn't
buy that shit.
A: You felt she was a hypocrite like your late husband?
M: Yes.
A: Did you have proof?
M: No. No proof. But instinct. A woman's instinct.
A: What did you hope to accomplish?
M: Satisfaction. My own satisfaction. At least, I'd prove to my friends that my entire
husband's family are a bunch of lying hypocrites, no good shits.
A: How did you go about it?
MARIA: "Once a month, my sister-in-law Marta visited me to make sure I didn't get
too lonely. Most of the time she spent telling me what a wonderful man she had in a
brother. And she insisted that he was a man of honor, truthful, faithful, the perfect
brother and husband. I never did inform her that I found his diary which detailed his
bestial experiences with a mare. But her ravings and ramblings about this no-good
bastard began to irritate me.
"Once I asked her, 'Are you like your brother, faithful to your husband, true?' "Oh
yes." she replied, instantly and with emphasis. "I'd never cheat on my wonderful
husband any more than my brother cheated on you. Faithfulness is a family trait. Never
would I give my cunt to another man." "I tried to sound casual. "What about animals?
Some women go for animal cock." Marta looked horrified. "Never! Such perversion.
Where did you ever hear of such a thing?' "I shrugged. "I don't remember." "At that
moment, I decided to have my pet dog Mongrel seduce her. By now, he had become
adept at sucking and screwing the female pussy. And he loved to watch a female human
take a piss. This excited him, sexually.
"That evening as Marta prepared her bath, I accidentally on purpose permitted Mongrel
to slip into the bathroom. Since my own bedroom adjoined the bathtub area, I was able
to peek in and note the proceedings. At first, Marta was quite disturbed when Mongrel
entered the room. She was just about to enter the bath and had already slipped out of
her robe.
"The hairy dog kept looking up at her naked body which was remarkably well
preserved on a woman in late fifties. "You can't stay in here." she told the dog but when
she bent over to lift him up, he stuck his snoot against her cunt, and then pulled back.
"I could tell that an electric current of lust thrilled through Marta's body on contact
with Mongrel's soft nose. "Oh, all right, you can stay then." she told the animal but
kept looking down at him in a rather strange way, now. Was she sexually aroused?
"Mongrel stood up and when he did, his penis erected, a happening that Marta took
immediate notice of. However, she said nothing. Merely stood silent and staring under
the dog's belly;.
"Then, sitting down on the toilet bowl, Marta let loose with a flow of piss before her
bath. At sight of the hissing, gurgling flow of urine, Mongrel stood up on his hind legs.
His front legs were balanced on the edge of the tub. Now, Marta could see the way his
prick quivered and the nuts kept rotating around. There wasn't a doubt that the canine
was sexually attracted to Marta and she now sensed that fact.
"And sensing that fact, she began to respond in a sexual way too although she was still
engaged in relieving her bladder. Her eyes grew larger and she started to fondle her
ample tits as though to further excite the dog. The moment she stopped leaking
Mongrel leaped up between her legs and started licking the piss-heavy slit.
"No, no, no." she uttered her protest in a small and not very emphatic way. And after a
few minutes of repeated sucking on the part of Mongrel, she changed her tune,
completely. "Feels good, doggie. Do you like to lick my cunny box? Sure dear. Go
ahead if it makes you feel better." "Whether or not, the dog was feeling any better was
beside the point. What did matter to Marta was that her own cunt and body felt much
better on receiving the tongue treatment. And slowly, she slipped farther down on the
bowl and began to rotate her hips. Then, she took hold of her slowly emerging clitoris
and began to flick it back and forth as Mongrel tongued the slit of her cunt.
"Eat." she hissed. "Keep on. Good dog. You're doing just fine. Hmmmmnnn, don't
stop." she cried out in an alarmed voice as he stopped for just a second.
"But Mongrel had no intention of stopping. He was merely taking a breather to catch
his breath. Once he gulped some air, he dived back in again and proceeded to lash her
cunt with the tongue. And Marta resumed her banging activities over the clit of her
cunt. Then, my sister-in-law added a touch that I had never thought of in my play
sessions with Mongrel. With her one free hand, she reached down and started to stroke
Mongrel's stiffened prick. Yes, she was jacking him off while he ate her cunt. A touch I
had never tried! This quite sophisticated maneuver convinced me that Marta had played
with animals before this encounter. She was too knowledgeable, too wise with the ways
of a cunt-lapping dog.
"I couldn't take any more of this duplicity. Rushing into the room, I accused her of
bestial practices even as Mongrel kept licking her box.
"Yes." Marta admitted without blinking an eyelash. "My husband's a lousy fuck. Do
you think I'm going to suffer?' "Then, why aren't you honest?' I asked.
"To enjoy life to the fullest in our society." she cried out as juices began to spurt out of
her cunt hole, 'you have to be dishonest. It's the only way!' "And having uttered that
remark, her skilled fingers jacked off the animal's prick..."


Conclusions To Case File 4

When Maria T. discovered the diary of her late husband, she realized he had long
indulged in bestial practices. Angered and hurt, she, too, turned to bestiality to extract a
certain amount of psychological revenge. With the help of her maid, she was introduced
to the bestial scene in Stockholm, and realized she responded to such an act with an
animal. She later learned that bestiality ran in her husband's family and that to enjoy a
satisfactory and full sex life, she'd have to include bestial practices. After she lost her
bitter feelings toward her late husband, she retained her bestial ways as she became
convinced that bestiality was normal after all.


General Conclusions

Sweden has long led the world in liberated sexual attitudes. While many countries are
now discovering the increase in bestiality, the practice has always been wide-spread
throughout Sweden, and especially in the rural areas. There are many factors
contributing to the Swedes acceptance of human-animal sex acts. The isolated nature of
the villages for one thing, the long winter nights, the tendency to seek deep
relationships with animals. Even in the cities such as Stockholm and Goteborg, bestial
practices are conducted quite openly and condoned by a large segment of the
population.
As a scientist, I can only observe, document and publish my findings. Whether or not
bestiality is harmful in the long run has not, as yet, been determined.


THE END
