Case Subject: Donna J.
Age: 14
Sexual History: At age eleven, Donna J. started to have sexual relations with boys. She found them unsatisfactory. At age thirteen, she commenced her high school education, and experimented with a few of the boys in her class. She was unable to climax with them. When she asked for prettier and more expensive clothes, her father, a day laborer, refused. He simply didn't have the money to help his daughter compete with girls who came from wealthier families. In frustration, she turned to animals, and much to her surprise, found them highly satisfactory. During the coital act with the animal, she fantasized herself with a dream lover.
ANALYST: Do you resent girls who have wealthier fathers?
DONNA: Goddamned right I do!
A: Why?
D: I'm as good as they are. Why should they have all the smart looking clothes, and attract all the good looking guys?
A: You feel that if you had better clothes you'd have more desirable boy friends?
D: Of course! Guys like to fuck but they'd rather bang the girls with dough.
A: Why did you start having sexual relations with animals?
D: They throw me a better fuck than those jerk off specialists I got to date.
A: You were able to climax with the animals?
D: Better believe it. One good dog can make me blowout cunt-cum at least three or four times a session.
A: And you were unable to experience an orgasm with a boy?
D: Never did! Not once. And oh how they tried. And I tried too. Jeezus, I wanted to blow out my cunt but I couldn't… Just couldn't.
A: You actually prefer animals to boys?
D: Yes. At least the kind of boys I attract. They're real shit heels. Dogs are better. And they do have stiff pricks.
A: But sex is more than a mere physical fusion of bodies. Emotion does enter into the act.
D: Yeah, I know. And it does with me, too.
A: When you have sexual relations with an animal, you are able to feel an emotional attachment?
D: Yes. But not to the dog. When the four legged fucker is pumping it into me, my mind is not on the dog.
A: You're thinking of someone else?
D: My dream lover. I just close my eyes and can see the kind of guy I'd like to be with.
A: You fantasize.
D: Yeah, that's what you call it all right. Dreaming about what I want and having the dog fuck me is almost as good as really having what I wanted. Remember I said, almost as good.
A: You're still bitter that your father is a poor man and can't give you the material advantages you crave?
D: Sure I am. I've got a right to be. I didn't ask to be born. If a man don't have a pot to piss in, he shouldn't make babies.
A: Did the strong craving for material things get you started with bestial sex.
D: I guess that's about right.
A: Tell me about it.
DONNA: When I first started going to high school I was real excited about all the good looking guys I was going to meet. And a lot of them came from real smart families. I mean the kind of family that lived over on the West Side where everyone has a real big house and two cars in the garage and belongs to some kind of country club. I kept hoping I'd get to meet a guy whose parents belonged to the country club, and maybe I'd get invited to a Saturday night dance. And then there was this big prom coming up at school. I already had several invitations but from guys I had been dating. But they were jerks without a pot to piss in. I had my eye on a handsome guy who had an old man and old lady in the social register. Big time society. If I could snare him for a date to the prom, my future in high school society would be assured. When he began to show interest in me I decided to let him screw me. A taste of my pussy would assure him I was worth escorting to the prom.
Fortunately, in one of the classes I sat across from him. It was one of those boring English classes with some old twat reading to us in her monotone of a voice. A lot of the students would doze off in class. But this guy, Robbie, liked to feel his cock. I noticed that he'd drop his hand over the crotch and stroke his prick into a bone up. His eyes turned glassy, and several times he got so hot he tried to jack off. I knew he had hot nuts and one day decided to really get it up for him.
I got a chance when the old bat started to read us a chapter from Charles Dickens. Jeezus but it was dry and almost everyone had dozed off. Robbie started to finger his nuts bit I noticed he was having trouble getting a stiffer on. That's when I deliberately eased up my mini skirt and twisted towards him to give him an eyeful. That day, I had deliberately omitted my panties. There was nothing under the skirt but naked cunt. And despite my rather young age, cunt hairs swarmed up from between my legs and almost reached my navel. Any boy who ate my pussy would get a faceful of hairs. They were real long and curling at the tips. My cunt lips were thick and whenever I got hot, they slid apart to reveal the soft, inner meat that a man loves to suck. Also, and despite my age, my clitoris, the female prick, is remarkably well developed. Almost as long and thick as a small boy's peter.
And when I turned towards Robbie, I was so hot the clit was sticking up and out like a hardened prick. To make sure he got the message I let my fingers creep up my bared thighs and take hold of the female-cock and tickle the end. Wow! I almost blew my cunt right there and then. In fact, whenever I got hot cunts at home that's the way I'd masturbate. Anyhow, Robbie's eyes flew wide open, and his pants tented up. If I could believe the bulge in his pants, he had managed to get a rise on of about six or seven inches. He was well-endowed in the cock department. And the thought of all that hot bone surging up my twat tunnel made the inner walls all hot and juicy.
Of course, we acted as though the other didn't know what was going on. I kept my eyes straight ahead as though I was intent on every word the old fart teacher was speaking. Out of the corner of my eye though, I took in every reaction of my hoped-for boy friend. On Robbie's part, he looked straight ahead too. However I could tell he was scrutinizing my reaction to the size and length of his aroused cock-bone. After a while, we grew bolder. Robbie very skillfully unzipped his fly and eased the cockhead through the trousers. My eyes bulged!
What I saw as impressive. The head of his prick had swollen up into a purplish-colored cone. The skin radiated heat, and my mouth watered for a taste. Even the cock-eye was distended, and one adorable drop of cock juice had oozed through to teeter tantalizingly on the rim. Then, it slowly slid down the shaft of the bone that was still hidden inside his trousers. The thought of that entire prick made my heart pound furiously, and my fingers fluttered back and forth over the tip of my clit. Yes, I started to jack off before the amazed and burning eyes of my school mate. Watching my ever-moving fingers emboldened the boy who now eased his entire tool through the trousers. Skillfully, he held a book down on one side, and I was the only one who could tell what he was doing. Once his cock was fully exposed to my delighted gaze, he grasped the joint with his right fist and started to jack it up and down like a veteran. Robbie was a skilled jack-off specialist, and now he was demonstrating his expertise.
Not to be outdone, I spread my legs apart as wide as possible and let go. I mean I really started to jack off for real. I not only strummed my clit back and forth but also shoved one finger into the cunt hole and commenced to finger fuck myself. And as I finger-diddled my lava-hot hole, I gyrated my hips and pumped the lower part of my abdomen back and forth. I was jacking off for real. And so was Robbie. Now, we were in a race to see who would explode first. My lips twisted in pain as I struggled to keep back the obscene words that invariably sprayed through my lips as I jacked off. I wanted to screech out at the top of my lungs. I longed to shout over to Robbie to, "Fuck me, lover. Throw that big bat deep into my cunt. Burn it up with your long, hot tool!"
Of course, I managed to contain my vocal chords. My face turned the colors of the rainbow, and my eyes almost popped out of their sockets. And when the walls of my cunt started to waggle back and forth in preparation for the outflow of juice, my neck snapped back, and I threw one hand over my mouth to muffle the scream that roared up as far as my throat. As cuntal juices spurted through the crack, every muscle and organ in my body relaxed and I slumped backwards with relief.
Robbie was undergoing the same sort of ecstatic punishment. The shaft of his prick thickened to such an extent he could hardly wrap his fist around the stem. And he approached the ejaculatory joint with eyes glazed, and eyes bulged. He, too, tried to stifle the roar that filled his vocal chords, and only partially succeeded. Air hissed through his lips as cock cream gushed through the eye of his vibrating cock. Fascinated I watched as the creamy gism spattered over his trousers. As his prick began to wilt, he turned and looked directly at me.
"Let's fuck," he whispered over to me. "My house. After school. My mom and pop are out of town. Got the house all to myself. I… I want to lick your cunt," he almost whined and his eyes remained glued over the still distended and slobberingly wet cuntal lips. As he looked at them, his tongue slithered over his lips as though he was already eating cunt…
Wiping my box off with a piece of toilet paper I had carried in my purse, I nodded assent. "Love to suck your cock, too," I whispered back… "and," I added but with some hesitation, "I want you to lick my ass. That really turns me on."
And to give him a picture of what I meant, I turned my back to the boy, reared up on one cheek as though I was going to expel gas, and slid up my mini. Looking over one shoulder, I could see Robbie look down at the bared buttock, and gasp out his admiration. Slowly, tantalizingly, I reached back and lifted up one cheek to give him a good peek at the brown spot. There are long, rectal hairs inside the shit valley and when I pulled up one buttock cheek, the hairs flew out into exposure. The sight of these hairs and my open shit spot excited Robbie to such an extent, his rubbered penis began to starch up again. He really was getting excited at the sight of my exposed ass. Smilingly, I dropped the cheek and pulled down my skirt.
"You get to smell that ass, lover," I winked at him. I really thought I had him in the palm of my hands. And I did! At that point in time, Robbie would do anything for me to get his nuts off in my ass and cunt. But as I discovered, breaking the social barrier into the higher classes involved a lot more than fucking a dumb high school kid.
But at first, everything went swimmingly. After school, I met Robbie as planned and he escorted me to his lovely home. What a palace compared to the dump I lived in. Wall to wall carpeting, a bathroom for every bedroom, hi-fi piped into every room, and what lovely furniture! Money sure as hell made a difference. I could tell at a glance, that Robbie's parents had class and good taste. My old man didn't even close the bathroom door when he took his leak. No wonder I loathed him. Maybe if I played my cards right, the kid would marry me when we grew older. Getting-laid on a beautiful and comfortable bed would be a terrific change for me.
The instant we got into the empty house, Robbie grabbed me, and started hugging and kissing me. His hands clamped over the cheeks of my ass and one finger started to finger-fuck my asshole. His prick telephone-poled up and dug into my crotch. Reaching down, I grabbed his point and started to squeeze.
"F… Fuck me," he gasped. "Can't stand anymore of this teasing. Got to put it in."
But I wasn't going to be had so easily. There were a few things I was going to make him do to prove he really wanted me body and soul. And to get up his attention, I deliberately took my time in undressing. When he finally saw my naked body in the bedroom, he almost milked his cock off right there and then.
"Oh wow," was all he could utter as his eyes ravished my hardened tits with their prick-stiff, and blood-gorged nipples. Those eyes rolled over my midriff, my cunt-shaped navel, the sprawl of long cuntal hairs. When they came to my parted cuntal lips, he gasped audibly. "What a… a beautiful box," he breathed. "Could eat it up."
I laughed. "You're going to eat it up, lover," I assured him. "But remember what I told you about my ass. I'm real sensitive back there."
He hesitated. "What… what do you want me to do?" Robbie asked.
"Suck my ass," I replied quickly. "Then, fuck it. Drill your prick up my shit hole. That feeling of tightness is what really turns me on. And," I explained, "while you're busy reaming out the rear end with that lovely tool of yours, I'll jack myself off. Oh don't be worried," I quickly assured him, "I don't blowout real good that way. It'll be a warmer upper for your cock. My cunt will be all hot and wet when you really get around to priming out the love well."
"I… I never smelled a girl's ass before," Robbie hesitated.
I turned around abruptly, and bent over. "Smell my ass lover, or else I'm going home. What's it going to be?" I demanded to know.
As Robbie was still hesitating, a very unusual thing happened. His dog came running into the bedroom, the most beautiful hound I had ever seen. He was a hound dog with those big ears long snout, large, soulful eyes. And the moment he saw me, he got a magnificent bone on…
Robbie got sore. "Get out of here," he yelled at the animal. "This is no place for you."
But I was rather amused and flattered that the dog was responding sexually to me. "Oh let him stay," I said. "That dog is a fucker. Look at that great, big cock." By now, the penis of the animal had extended to such a great length, the cock-head almost brushed the carpet on the floor. His balls hung heavily down, and his nostrils kept sniffing the aroma that wafted through the hole of my pussy.
Robbie blushed as though he had some terrible secret.
"Does this dog fuck females?" I asked, quickly as I sensed the truth…
Robbie's face turned the color of the setting sun. The bulge in his trousers softened, and dipped. Something was bothering him. Had I inadvertently hit upon some deep, and terrible family secret?
Grabbing hold of his joint, I started to jack it up into a bone again. "Confess," I whispered. "You can tell me everything. Your secret will be safe with me."
Turning his face away, he broke into a cold sweat. "Promise," he whispered in an anguished voice, "you won't tell anyone else."
"I promise," I replied, impatiently. "Now, confess. Who has this dog been fucking?"
"Mom," Robbie blurted out. "I… I caught them together. Mom wasn't a bit ashamed. She said that the dog… his name is Prince… fucks her when dad is away on his many sales trips. Dad even knows and doesn't mind. He'd rather have the dog screw mom than some human lover. And mom says he does a good job. But," he almost sobbed, "I'll bet you won't fuck me now."
"Take off your clothes," I ordered. "I'll give you the fuck of your life. But," I added with a slight smile, "You have to promise me one thing."
Robbie didn't say anything. But he guessed what I wanted. "You're curious about the way a dog fucks a woman," he said with a sigh.
Nodding, I replied, "I want to watch the next time your mom takes on Prince. That'll really get me hot enough to give you the blow off of your life. Now," I said and turned my back to him, "on your knees. Sniff and suck my ass to get me hot. I'm the type that needs a lot of playing around before I get ready for the prick."
Turning around, I bent over slightly and rested the palms of my hands on my knees. In that stance, I spread the cheeks of my ass as far apart as possible.
"Smell," I whispered and started to get hot. "On your knees and kiss my ass. That really turns me on. Then, you can fuck me."
As I bent over, the dog leaped forward and stuck his snout hungrily between my buttocks. The nose felt cold but the long, red and educated tongue lapped out and over the entire rear-end valley of ass. Pimples hived all over the skin of my body. Never before in my entire life had I felt such an exquisite sensation. My clit leaped forward and I couldn't help fingering the female cock while the dog tongue lapped away at my spread-wide ass.
Angrily, Robbie yanked the animal away from my back, and ordered him from the bedroom. "It's bad enough he fucks my mother," he snarled. "I don't want him licking the ass of my girl friend."
A bit peeved, I reminded him, "I'm not your girl friend yet. I want you to escort me to the prom. Then, I'll be your girl friend. Until then, don't act so Goddamned possessive."
By now, Robbie had his clothes off, and his bone at full erection. He was on fire for my cunt, and he was ready to promise anything. "I'll take you to the prom," he said, quickly. "Just fuck me. That's all I ask."
Smiling happily, I replied, "As long as you take me to the prom and introduce me to all your snooty friends, you can take care of my cunt anytime you want."
Pulling his tongue out of my asshole, he straightened, pushed me back over the bed, and crawled over me. "I promise," he panted and shoved his prick into my pussy parlor on the very first shove. "Promise, promise, promise," he gurgled as his hips began to pump back and forth.
But to tell the truth, his cock didn't fire me into any great depths of passion. In fact, when he first started to pump, I didn't think I'd be able to climax. Then, I started to think of the dog's tongue up my ass. I grew hot. Then I enlarged my vision. On the screen in my mind, I could see the dog actually ramming his prick up my snatch. That's when I really grew hot. The walls of my twat tube began to sweat juices and my female prick grew harder than tempered steel.
"Fuck me," I breathed through barely parted lips. "Bang that magnificent prick deep into the well." But all the time, in my mind, I could see the dog screwing me, and I was really talking to the vision of the fucker dog. Of course Robbie thought I was talking to him, and he started to pump at an even more furious pace. In no time at all, we both reached the blow off point together.
Robbie fell back exhausted. "Oh wow!" he exclaimed. "You are the very best piece of ass I ever had in my life. And you responded to me, too. I could tell I was making you hot. That does a lot for my ego," he went on breathlessly. "It builds me up. And I need a girl who builds me up. All the other cunts I had tore me down. Always told me what a lousy fucker I was. But you blew your cunt," he chortled, "you really went to town…"
"You really turned me on," I lied. I didn't have the heart to tell him that he was in reality a lousy fucker. If it wasn't for the dog, I wouldn't have been able to orgasm. "Are you still going to take me to the prom?" I asked.
"Yes, yes," he replied happily. "You're my girl. I'll tell everyone."
"Including your mom?" I asked. I knew his mother was in high society and the biggest snob in town. How was she going to react to a girl from the wrong side of the tracks?
Robbie hesitated. Then, he agreed. "Including mom."
"Don't forget," I reminded him, "I want to watch the way Prince fucks your mother."
The boy looked sad. "All right," he agreed. "But we'll have to be careful. If mom knew you were spying on her, there'd be all hell to pay."
"We'll be careful," I assured him. "I want to watch. I've seen grown men and women screw. And I've watched an old lady fuck a ten-year-old boy. But I've never seen an animal with a woman. It'll be educational for me. And get me hot, too," I added. "And the hotter I get, the better you get fucked, lover," I told my new boy friend…
Robbie said, slowly as though he was still reluctant, "Dad's going on a trip tomorrow. Probably mom will sleep with Prince tomorrow night. Her bedroom adjoins mine. We'll be able to watch if we're careful." He added, "She'd better not know you're in the house."
"We'll be careful," I assured him.
The next evening, Robbie let me into his house through the back door. Holding up one finger to his lips, he whispered. "Mom's alone in bed with Prince. At least, she's preparing to fuck him. I think she's just getting out of the bath now. Soon, they'll be together."
"Lead the way," I said, quickly and breathlessly. Even as I spoke, the walls of my cunt started to grow moist and the tip of my female prick started to nudge up against my panties.
By the time we got into Robbie's bedroom and carefully slid his bedroom door open a crack, his mother was already in the nude and Prince had a king-sized bone on.
"Oh wow," I whispered. "Look at that dog's stiffer. She is really going to enjoy something good," and I felt with a twinge of jealousy that the rich people really enjoyed the good life.
Robbie's mother was in her early forties and still a very attractive woman. A few streaks of gray in her black hair made her all the more beautiful. The hairs around her cuntal cleft were blacker than the back of a shark and glistened from the drops of moisture leaking through the love hole. The woman was clearly sexually aroused by the animal. The nipples on her ample tits stuck out with the same rigidity as the dog's cock. From a wall mirror, the cheeks of her ass were clearly visible. They sloped out on all sides, and the cleavage down the middle was well pronounced. Prince, the horny dog was staring hungrily at her ass. There wasn't any doubt he was an ass fucker, and sucker, too.
Robbie's mom looked down at the animal and smiled knowingly. "You want to smell mommy's ass don't you, darling?" she asked as though the beast could understand every word spoken to him. And I noticed she used feminine wiles as though really seducing a human male. She winked and looked coy and teasingly reached back and massaged the cheeks of her ass as though the flesh was baker's dough.
The dog barked impatiently. The woman laughed aloud. "Oh all right, sweetheart. Come smell my ass," and without further hesitation, the woman knelt down on her knees and elbows and stuck her buttocks high up into the air. The moment she assumed the dog-style position, Prince rammed his long nose deep between the cheeks of her ass, and from the way his jaw began to move, I knew his tongue was busy lapping away. He was actually wiping her ass with his tongue. Her eyes enlarged, grew glassy, her cheeks blazed and sweat pimpled her forehead. Her mouth parted and the tongue dropped out as though she, too, was an animal.
"Suck," she hissed, "suck my ass. Eat it." And then, lifting the lower part of her abdomen higher up into the air, she cried out, "Fuck me, darling. Fuck mommy's cunt. Stuff it up with that great big lovely prick."
The dog understood. Raising up on his hind legs, he dropped his forepaws over her back and rammed his long and steely cock forward.
He missed the crack on the first few tries. Impatiently, she reached back, took hold of the dog-cock and guided it deftly into the proper cuntal channel. As the hard meat of the animal surged down the female tube, spittle flew from her lips as her eyes bugged out and her screams sounded unnatural.
"Yes, oh yes, lover. Fuck that cunt. Pound it hard. Blow me out. You're better than any man. Much better. Go, darling dog-cock. Go, go, go…"
The hind quarters of the dog flew back and forth so rapidly, it was almost impossible to keep track of his movements with the naked eye. All I could see was that blood-red pole of cock, thoroughly moistened with cunt dew, pounding in and out, back and forth. The woman had reached back and took hold of her animal lover's swaying nuts, and kept squeezing them. The more the dog fucked, the stiffer and thicker grew his cock. His eyes had also enlarged and foam covered his mouth as though he had gone completely mad. The sight of the dog fucking the human female excited me tremendously. My own box started to heat up, and I knew I wanted something hot and hard reaming out my own twat.
My state of excitement for the dog became so obvious that Robbie grew jealous. "Do you want me to fuck you, or the dog?" he blurted out, and in a loud, aggrieved tone of voice.
"Not so loud," I held up a finger to my lips. If the old lady caught us, I knew she'd never approve of me for her son.
"Then keep your mind on my cock and not the Goddamned dog," Robbie scolded.
Fortunately, I had enough presence to reach over and massage his cock which was soft. "Don't worry, lover," I told him. "You've got the greatest girl pacifier in the whole world. I wouldn't trade your meat for the best dog. So, relax and enjoy the show. I think your mother is about to blowout her cunt."
My reassurances didn't exactly pacify him but he did remain silent and turned his attention on the activities in the adjoining room. The passionate love affair was rapidly reaching a climax for both woman and beast. Robbie's mother kept gurgling out obscenities, and the spittle on her lips grew foamy. The juices spattered through her cuntal slit as the dog pounded back and forth at a furious pace. The excitement grew so contagious, I could almost feel the hot bone of cock banging away at my own pussy.
Finally, the woman's head snapped backwards and twisted around as though her neck was broken. "Blowing," she hissed in an almost unintelligible and harsh whisper. Then, as more juices spurted through the cuntal cleft, her voice grew clearer, more forceful. "Blow… eeeeing," she rasped out again and this time at the top of her lungs. The dog dug his forepaws tighter around her waist as his hindquarters worked back and forth at a rate that had to be faster than the speed of light. Finally, the dog cock discharged its copious contents. Animal cream spattered all over the cheeks of her ass and dribbled down her thighs and legs.
My own cunt was afire, and unable to contain myself, I threw all caution to the winds. Leaping to my feet, I barged into the bedroom of the older woman. "Want to fuck the dog, too," I begged, "Please, let him get inside me. Just once," I pleaded. "Just once." And quickly, I lifted up my mini and dropped my panties to expose my hot and odoriferous cunt to the nostrils and eyes of the far from satiated animal. He boned up immediately at my exposure.
Needless to say, Robbie's mother stared at me as though I was a ghost who had materialized out of the air. Following me into the room, Robbie was also exasperated. And jealous.
"Can't help it mom," he tried to explain to his mother. "I thought she was going to ball me. Instead she gets a hard on for the Goddamned dog. It's humiliating," he sobbed and stared at me with his large, accusing eyes. His ego was shattered. Clearly, I preferred the dog to his own type of love making.
The older woman wiped off her cunt but continued to look at me with harsh and accusing eyes. She addressed herself to Robbie. "Get her out of here. I can't stand a snoop. How dare you bring in a girl to watch me with Prince?"
Robbie tried to explain. "She wouldn't fuck me unless I let her watch. I already promised to take her to the prom. But that wasn't enough," he whined. "She had to make me let her watch. Animal fucking turns her on."
The woman straightened in an imperious, high-toned and superior way. "You will never escort this girl to the prom. Obviously, she doesn't belong in our circle. Probably lives on the wrong side of the tracks," she sniffed. And she added. "A girl with breeding and class would never snoop. Escort her out of this house. And I'll tell all the mothers in my circle not to let their sons go out with her. We must be true to our class," she said in her Goddamned, stuck up way.
Her superior attitude pissed me off. "To hell with you," I snapped. "I don't want to go out with a little mommy's boy who has a mother who fucks dogs. Don't think you're better than me!" I shouted. Naturally, I yanked up my panties and straightened my skirt. All thoughts of passion drained out of me as I didn't feel these people were any better than myself. Sure they had money and lived in a swell house but better they weren't. And I had enough guts to tell the old bat my true feelings. Turning I marched out of the bedroom and went home.
But that incident loused up my chances of getting a date with a boy from a wealthy family. Soon, I grew to hate the wealthy class. I had seen this one wealthy old woman fuck a dog which made her no better than any other kind of woman. Yet, they acted in such a superior way. At the same time, I had cut off my nose to spite my face. I didn't get a date to the prom with a wealthy kid, and I detested and despised the boys from my own class. They lacked guts and imagination, and were content to remain poor. Boys from all classes of society gave me a great big pain in the ass. I decided to get along without them…
ANALYST: Is that when your thoughts turned towards an active participation in bestiality?
DONNA: Yes. I couldn't forget the scene between the old woman and her dog.
A: Did you try to date other boys at school?
D: No. I was disgusted with boys. For one thing, they're lousy fuckers. Besides, the rich kids wouldn't date me, and I didn't want poor kids. I had to work out something else.
A: Animals.
D: Better believe it. Dogs make the best fucks I've ever had.
A: How can you be satisfied with nothing but physical contact? Sex is also emotion.
D: Don't worry, Doc. I get plenty of emotion during the fuck…
A: With an animal?
D: Yes, I mean…
A: What precisely do you mean?
D: As the dog reams out my cunt, I… I keep thinking of something else.
A: You fantasize?
D: Is that what it's called?
A: You're thinking of a human male, the perfect lover, someone you actually yearn for.
D: That's it! All the time the dog is pounding my cunt, I keep my eyes closed, and I see…
A: A boy or a man?
D: A boy who is slightly older than me. One who is experienced, considerate, kind… and really knows how to please a girl.
A: The perfect lover.
D: Someday I'll meet him in real life. When I do, he'll be the guy I'll want to marry.
A: You'll never meet him as long as you have sex with dogs.
D: I beg to differ. I only pick dogs that live in the finest families. One day, I'll meet my dream lover in just such a household.
A: Tell me about it.
DONNA: After I was left out of the prom, I made up my mind to give up boys. They all repelled me, the poorer ones and the rich kids, too. They were all such mommy boys, and not one of them knew how to properly treat a girl. Of course, I'm hot cunted and needed my nooky. Fortunately, I'm a skilled masturbator, and could get my cookies off with my fingers, or using a dildo, one of those artificial cocks. But after a while, the finger or artificial prick no longer satisfied. I couldn't get that dog out of my mind. How would it feel to have a long, hot peter of flesh and blood pounding out a love message deep in the heart of my box? I wanted to get screwed by an animal but didn't know how to go about it. For a while, I had to shove such erotic thoughts from my mind. It was only by chance that I became reacquainted with bestial love.
My worthless old father was always in and out of jobs. During one of his periods of unemployment, I needed a new dress and new shoes. I was almost ashamed to show up at school with my ragged clothes. There was only one way out. Since my old man didn't have the money, or claimed he didn't, I had to earn some myself. The only job I could tackle after school was a dog walker for the snooty, old women who lived in a big, expensive apartment house. It gave me a thrill to walk inside such a place with its grand furniture and furnishings. I felt like I was in Buckingham Palace. Most of the women who wanted me to walk their dogs were either widowed or divorced, and for the most part were older types. They were, however, quite attractive, too. They dressed well, and lived nicely. When I first took the job I had an idea that some of them might be fucking their dog but had no way of really knowing. And although the thought of making them get a hard on for me entered my mind, I never had the opportunity to put any plan into effect. I picked up the dog, walked it in the park, and delivered the animal back to the lady's apartment. That didn't give me much time for anything else, and the owner was always waiting for the delivery of the beast. These ladies really loved their pets. I had to force myself to put all thoughts of fucking from my mind. But I needed the money and kept the job despite the fact it was hard on my nerves. At night, I'd go home and head straight for the bathroom where I'd sit down and jack off. One day, however, my opportunity to fuck a dog came in the most unexpected way.
One client was a tall, elegant lady in her sixties, gray-haired, refined but still shapely, and in a way, sexy. She spoke in a highly articulate way, and her late husband had been a big shot corporation executive. Her poodle Nicky was black and adorable and I always enjoyed walking him. But I noticed that from time to time, Nicky would get a bone on even when no female dogs were around in the park. The scent of cunt had to be in his nostrils. But where did that scent come from? One day I found out the dog's secret.
It happened on a day I got out early from school. Our teacher had taken unexpectedly sick, and we were dismissed for the afternoon… Since I wanted to get my dog walking chores over with in a hurry, I went directly to the apartment to pick up Nicky. But this time, the old lady didn't answer the door when I rang. Trying the knob, I discovered the door was open, and so entered the huge and lovely living room of the apartment. Still, there was no sign of the gray-haired woman or her dog. And yet, I sensed there was someone in the apartment. I remained very still and then erept about peering stealthily into each room. My instinct told me something was going on. First, I peeked into the bathroom. It was empty. Then, very carefully I started towards the old woman's bedroom. Straining my ears, I heard sounds. They were sounds of love.
Sliding the door open a hair, I peered into the large and comfortable room. The old lady was in the act of removing her clothes, and Nicky was sitting down looking up at his mistress with huge and adoring eyes. His pecker was already at a full state of erection. Something was in the wind. I had never felt so excited. My own cunt started to transmit messages to me. But for the time, I concentrated on what was going on. Perhaps, the old woman was merely going to take a nap and this was a harmless scene I was watching.
It turned out to be far from harmless. When the silvery-haired, old lady finally stepped out of her clothing, the dog stood up and began to whine. His cock actually telescoped out another inch. This prick was solid bone, and red as the desert sun. And I had to admit that the lady wasn't bad looking considering her age. She still had plenty of tit meat although the flesh sagged a bit and the nipples were dried as raisins. Still, there was an erotic aura about her boobies, and I knew several boys at school who would have loved to stick them in their mouths. Her body was slim but curvaceous, and although the skin sagged a bit here and there, most of the flesh was still firm. A huge bunch of silvery-gray cunt hairs swarmed up from between her legs, and she had a very wide cuntal cleft. The lips were thick, and at the top her female prick was in a full state of erection. That's when I knew something horny was going to happen. From the mirror on the dresser, I could see her lovely back which had several beauty moles. This enhanced the erotic effect, too. Surprisingly, the cheeks of her ass were still on the firm side but at the base the flesh did sag a bit. The best part of her ass was the cleavage which was naturally deep and wide. A lot of rectal hairs, silvery also, stuck out like a wisk broom. Her legs, although a bit bony, were also shapely. And I noticed with satisfaction, she had painted her toenails red which gave out a sexy look. This woman was for fucking and no doubt about it.
The poodle Nicky sat up and begged for his cunt. This touched the heart of the old woman. "Darling," she cooed, "do you want to fuck me?" She adopted a sort of baby talk as though she was the dog's mother. "Does my doggy, woggy, want to drill out his mommy, wommy's pussy park?" Leaning over, she picked up the animal, and slid one hand under his balls. This touch from her hand actually elongated the bone. "My, my," she chirped. "You do have a great big, hardy, wardy on for your one and only mommy." This baby talk was making the woman hot, too. I noticed droplets of juice squeeze through the cuntal lips and slither down her bared thighs.
"All right, my lover fucker," she rasped out. Her voice had grown hard with lust. "Come give it to me."
And then before my startled eyes, she lifted the small dog even higher up into the air until his prick was aimed directly at her mouth. She was going to suck off the animal! The thought made the lips of my own twat fly apart and quickly, I reached under my skirt to jab one, prick-like finger into the crevice. At least, I could jack off.
In the bedroom, the woman opened her mouth and quickly her shapely lips engulfed every inch of that solid, red bone of cock. The dog's neck swirled around and he let out a yelp that could be heard all over the apartment. It was a yowl of ecstasy. And once the dog peter was immersed in her mouth, the muscles of her jaw worked back and forth. She was eating cock with such relish, the blow off couldn't be very far away. And my estimation of her impending orgasm was correct. Her eyes rolled back until only the whites showed and she assumed a semi-squat as though she was going to take a piss. This position only permitted her to squeeze out the cuntal flow all the easier. And at the same time, the dog geysered out a flow of cream that splattered all over her face despite her enthusiasm and energy she displayed. She tried to swallow every drop of the dog dew but the flow was so copious, it was impossible. As fast as she swallowed, the cream kept spurting out and soon was puddling down her chin and over her titties. Staggering backwards, she dropped over the king-sized bed. But she still kept a tight embrace over her dog-lover.
"Oh darling," she whimpered. "You made me blowout so much juice, I haven't got enough left for the fuck. Forgive me, precious sweetheart. Forgive your mommy. Now, we'll have to wait before you can dip your dick into the soft flesh of cunt."
Despite the fact that Nicky had recently discharged, his penis had again assumed the stiff angle of the fuck. He was a real Casanova of a dog. But the old lady wouldn't let him fuck her.
"I'm sorry," she whined. "So sorry. You'll have to wait. We'll both have to wait. Forgive me," she kept on pleading as though the dumb brute actually understood English.
My own box was so inflamed that I threw open the bedroom door, and before I made any explanation, cried out, "Let me fuck him. Oh please. I'd love to feel that hard, driving prick inside my body."
The woman took in the situation in a glance. Realizing I must have arrived earlier than expected, she now knew that I had watched the entire scene of bestial love. And it was much too late to try and make any apologies. To her good sense, she didn't try. In fact, it seemed to excite her that I watched the act of love between woman and dog.
Smiling, she said, "I'd love to watch you with a dog. I've heard that high school girls prefer dogs. Now, I can confirm that suspicion. In fact, I'll watch and play with myself."
I didn't care what she did. All I wanted to do was fuck that adorable dog. "Yes, yes," I agreed. "But I don't know how to fuck a dog. I mean I've heard about such things and even watched one woman do it with her dog. But I've never actually done it myself."
The woman laughed. "It will all come to you. Just be natural, and act as though you love Nicky. He's so sensitive. And remember, I trained him from a pup. I'm the only woman he's fucked. He may take a while to get used to you. But please have patience."
Undressing, I continued to display my ignorance about dog fucking. "But what should I do? What position should I take? Should I suck him off, too?"
The woman sat down on a velvet-covered chair and spread her legs. In one hand, she held a lifelike dildo. "Just do what comes naturally," she said with that strange smile on her face.
I hesitated. Then, I asked, "Did you train him to do… the Sixty-Nine?"
The old woman laughed. "Gracious yes," she informed me. "You just saw me suck his cock. It's really more delicious when he's lapping your cunt at the same time. Please, be my guest. But," she added hesitantly, "don't blow his precious prick. It makes me hot to watch the fuck. That's when I'll really go to town with this," and she waggled the dildo that was still poised over the twat trench. Bits of moisture were already oozing through the slit.
"No," I promised. "I won't cream his tool with my mouth. I want to feel that sizzling stick of steel boss my cunt. But I'll probably blowout a couple loads when he tongue laps my pussy. I'm capable of climaxing many times before I'm through for the session."
"Wonderful," the old crone cooed. "Now, you get into the Sixty-Nine, and suck all you want," and before I could assume that naked position with the dog, she already commenced to diddle herself with the artificial cock.
Quickly, I removed my clothes and from the wall mirror, I noticed the lady give my nude body a critical appraisal. I wondered if she wasn't a bit on the queer side since her eyes rolled lovingly over my firm, young tits, navel, hairy cunt and big, sloping cheeks of my ass. But she made no overt move towards me. Instead, her cunt jacking movements increased in tempo, and she jerked her knees upward as though a real man was drilling a load into her.
The prick-stiff dog looked hungrily up at my naked body, too. But his tool was actually responding to the odor from my cunt. The odor grew heavy with musk as I began to ooze out sex syrup in anticipation of the Sixty-Nine with a dog.
The old dame's lips twisted in ecstasy. "Hurry," she breathed, "I could blowout right now but I'm waiting to watch. Oh, how I love to watch."
I noticed that she was a skilled masturbator. Although she was using a man-made cock to plunge in and out of the cuntal country, she was also employing her thumb to flick her enlarged clit back and forth as though strumming on a jazz banjo. And with her other hand, she slid several fingers under the cheeks of her ass, reared up, and stuck one finger into the asshole. Then, agitatedly, she began to finger-fuck the rectal area. This rear-end movement was perfectly synchronized with the back and forth fucking she was getting with the dildo.
"Hurry," she gasped. "Go, girl, go Sixty-Nine. I can't hold back much longer."
Fascinated by the antics of the horny, old woman, I grew even more excited to think she was getting a big charge out of looking at my naked body. I leaped onto the bed determined to really give her something to get hot about. I'd give her the show of her life. And so, I picked up the dog, hugged him close to my naked body and felt terribly thrilled at the touch of his bony pecker. I could hardly wait to assume the Sixty-Nine position with a four-legged fucker.
Stretching out on the bed, I looked up at the ceiling, and hugged the adorable lover close to my nude body. His prick slid so easily between my tits and for a few moments, I let him throw me a tit-fuck. His bone literally whistled between the cavity of my boobs. All of that friction and humping made me hotter than the traditional three dollar pistol. My cunt ached for tongue.
"Whoa," I cried out. "Don't blowout cream between my tits," I scolded. "I want to feel that long, velvety tongue lapping up and down the cleft of my cunt. Now," I ordered, "Sixty-Nine me, now." And having issued my instructions, I sat up for a moment, turned the animal around until his face pointed between my legs. Then, grasping hold of his hindquarters, I laid my head back again. Now, his long, red and bony cock was pointing directly down towards my already slobbering mouth. His two, enormous balls dangled tantalizingly before my bulged eyes. Everything was in readiness. But would the animal know enough to start sucking cunt?
The old lady had started to jack off again, and the dildo flew back and forth, in and out of her cunt faster than the speed of light. As she masturbated, her hips swiveled around and bucked back and forth as though a man or boy was really throwing it at her. I noticed, too, that her eyes were squeezed tight. Then, it hit me. She was fantasizing. Probably in her mind, some young, handsome and virile lover was really pounding pussy. That thought heated me up, too.
Without further hesitation, I grasped the shaft of the canine cock, and shoved every, single inch into my mouth. The soft-skinned nuts flattened against the cheeks of my face. Grasping the tool firmly with both lips, I initiated a sucking action that made Nicky whine with delight. Then, the adorable, canine cunt lapper dropped his head, and stuck out his long, red, wide and deliciously moist tongue. Draping it over every, single inch of my cuntal lips, sensations of warmth flooded through every pore and organ of my body. And then, something else happened. All sorts of erotic images exploded onto the screen in my mind. The images were those of young men who were also intent on eating my cunt. A few of my dream lovers were sucking my ass while others were taking turns with my cunt. The images were so real, I had to open my eyes to verify the presence of the canine. Yes, Nicky was still going to town with his tongue. But the educated animal didn't restrict himself to mere cunt lappery. No, he knew how to locate the clitoris, and he also had been trained to stiffen the muscles of the tongue in order to simulate a prick. When the red tongue tightened up enough, he drilled it in and out of the pussy hole as though he was fucking me with his tongue.
"Oh wow," I screamed at the top of my lungs, and threw both legs up in the air and then draped them around the neck of the animal. In that manner, I was able to pressure the dog into sticking his tongue even deeper up my snatch. Naturally, the cheeks of my ass gyrated and twisted and thrashed. They weren't still for a moment. And once I got the proper motion going, I squeezed my eyes tight again and let the fantasies take over. My dream lovers were doing all sorts of deliciously, horny things to my body and mouth. One boy was pump-fucking my mouth as a matter of fact. Another was busy drilling his tool in and out of my asshole while another dream boy was licking my box with undiminished ardor. And these dream boys weren't the ordinary, run-of-the-mill character I came into contact with at school. They were all upper class, very wealthy kids who had accepted me into their class, and was demonstrating my acceptance by smelling and kissing my ass. Never before in my life had I ever been able to fantasize such delicious pictures in my mind. In some, mysterious manner, the dog's actions over my cunt with his tongue had triggered off a new ability to dream. The dreams were so real, I rapidly approached the point of no return. I was going to blowout from the very depths of my box.
Turning my head sideways, I noticed that the old lady was fast approaching her climax. Deeper and deeper, she shoved the dildo into her snatch, and her hips rotated with such wild abandon I thought she would topple onto the floor.
The feverish-faced, old fart cackled happily. "Gonna… Gonna… Gonna piss out my cunt-kum. Oh boy, it feels good. Feels so fuckingly good. Gonna b… b… blowwww," and as her shrieks reverberated throughout the bedroom, rivulets of cuntal juices flowed unabatedly through the fuck fissure and down her bared thighs.
On my part, I was unable to give vent to my own screams of lust since my mouth was filled with hot cock. And I didn't want to spit that delicious meat out. Instead, I increased the powerful vacuum with my lips, and felt the sides of the shaft tremble. Then, I knew there would be no stopping the canine from coming. Realizing I was unable to stop the flow, I pressed down even harder with both lips, tripled the pressure from my mouth vacuum, and sucked with every ounce of strength in my body. The canine's nuts whirled excitedly around like the blades of a propeller. Closing my eyes, I picked up the images of my dream lovers again. Each one of them was preparing to explode his nuts, too. And finally, they did. Of course, what I felt was the cream from the dog. The gism juice flowed heavily through the eye of his cockhead and quickly filled my mouth. I tried swallowing every single drop of the sweet-tasting stuff. But the quicker I worked my jaws and tongue, the faster the stuff flowed out. Soon, creamy rivulets were trickling down the corner of my lips and over my chin. Still, I continued to suck as though my life depended on it.
All of this hot cream in my mouth heated up the temperature of my own body and dumped more lustful fuel into the furnace of my fuck funnel. The walls of my vagina began to flutter like the canvas sails of a boat trapped in a tropical hurricane. Then, all hell tore loose. Love liquid spilled through the cuntal crevice and into the lapping mouth of my lap dog.
When it was all over, every muscle and organ in my body relaxed. My head toppled, backwards like one on a rag doll. Nicky rolled onto the floor where he remained on his side, panting and licking his wet but shriveling dick.
"Well done," the old lady applauded. "With the delicious smells coming out of that hot cunt of yours, you'll soon bone up Nicky. Don't forget, I want to watch the actual fuck. That much you owe me," she reminded.
Still panting, I nodded. "Yes, yes. Of course. I… I want to feel his precious prick inside my pussy parlor. But even more, I want to watch those beautiful scenes in my mind," I confessed. "I've jacked off plenty of times. But never before in my entire life have I ever fantasized such vividly really pictures. The boys who lapped and screwed my cunt and ass were all so perfect. The kind of lovers I've always yearned for and never met."
The woman nodded in her understanding. "I, too, fantasize," she admitted. "A dog's tongue and prick is something special. Almost like magic. Their touch can help a poor, frustrated female dream real dreams of the kind of men she really wants fucking her."
I made my decision. "From now on, I'm fucking dogs only. Until," I added, "I meet the kind of guy who can really turn me on. I'd rather have an affair with someone like Nicky than the creeps in my class."
"Well said," the old woman said. "I'm the same way. I want a handsome, young boy to treat my cunt. But the kind of kid I yearn for, someone no older than fourteen isn't attracted to an old woman like me, as a rule. And so, I use Nicky to help me fantasize."
By the time I wiped off my cunt, that old feeling of lust returned. And with its return, fresh and horny odors wafted through the slit. Nicky's ears turned up, and his nostrils began sniffing the new and hot smell of burning cunt. Slowly, his cock began to telescope out again.
"Oh good," the woman chortled. "Our darling, canine cock lover is boning up again. I'm going to watch the actual fuck between a teenage girl and a dog, yet."
"Indeed, you are," I assured the crone, and picked up the animal. Holding his nose deep into my cunt, I let him inhale the odors to his heart's content. The prick reached full size and rigidity.
Climbing back onto the mattress, I assumed the classic dog-style position. I knelt down and braced myself with my elbows. Reaching back with one hand, I patted the cheeks of my ass.
"Come and get it, sweetheart," I called over my shoulder. "My cunt belongs to you Nicky. Drill it out. Boss it with your cock. Come, dear. Make passionate, wild love to me… and my cunt."
As though he understood every, single word I spoke, the dog reared up on his hind legs, dropped his forepaws over my back, humped his hindquarters forward, and after several exploratory thrusts, located the dew dimple and took full charge. His bolt of prick came hurtling past the lips and down the tunnel with such force, my head slid forward. But the impact was so terrific, I almost lost control on initial contact, and let go, immediately. But I knew the old lady would be disappointed, and so by almost superhuman effort, I managed to hold in the juices, and let the dog complete his fuck. His nuts came crashing up against the flesh of my ass. But it all felt delicious. And, as though, by magic, the wonderful images reestablished themselves on the screen of my mind. Now, I knew the truth! As long as I was getting lapped or fucked by a dog, I could fantasize. And the dreams were always the same. My dream lovers were boys, older than myself, experienced, gentle but lustful and they belonged to the better class. They possessed such lovely manners, and even when they licked my cunt, they whispered tender endearments. They knew how to treat a girl.
Nicky and I climaxed at the same time, and so did my dream lovers. As I wiped off my cunt, I knew I wanted more dog prick. How long would I fuck an animal? That depended on how long it was going to take to meet the kind of guy I fantasized about…