Case Subject: Madelene T.
Age: 13
Sexual History: The daughter of parents who inherited vast fortunes, Madelene T. knew wealth and advantage from a very early age. Both of her parents belonged to the Jet Set, and sexually were swingers. Sexual orgies in their palatial home were quite common, and even before the age of puberty, the case subject witnessed sexual couplings by many people in many different ways. At age 11, she had the first of many sexual experiences with many partners. Eventually, she grew bored with human sex and started to experiment with animals. Madelene T. found them more exciting and more satisfying.
ANALYST: Did your parents encourage you to have sexual relations?
MADELENE: In a way. They knew I was fucking and didn't scold or reprimand me.
A: They weren't worried?
M: About what?
A: Your morals, your sense of values.
M: Don't make me laugh. All mom and dad ever thought of was getting a good piece of ass by someone different. How could they preach morals to me? Besides, there isn't anything morally wrong with getting laid…
A: You told me that your parents were swingers. Does that mean they participated in indiscriminate sex?
M: They had parties were everyone fucked up a storm. If that's what you mean by indiscriminate sex, the answer is yes.
A: And so, at an early age, you witnessed sexual orgies, and thought they were perfectly normal.
M: That's right.
A: Eventually, you participated in group sex.
M: Not exactly. I started fucking at puberty, and a couple of times I took on as many as ten men each one taking turns drilling out my cunt. But my parents weren't around.
A: Where did you get the idea of having sex with animals?
M: At high school. From a girl I knew.
A: A public high school?
M: No. I attended a private school. Very snooty. Only the sons and daughters of the very rich went there.
A: And the students in this private high school experimented in sex?
M: Yes. Most of them.
A: Did that include the teachers.
M: A few did. Yes.
A: Did a teacher have anything to do with your introduction to animals?
M: Yes.
A: Go back to the beginning, to your very first encounter with sex.
M: Before I started to fuck animals?
A: Yes.
MADELENE: Ever since I was small, I knew mom and dad threw these big wingding parties. All the guests were rich like they were and didn't have to work. They all belonged to the same clubs, and were all equally as rich. And they all liked to fuck. I really didn't know what they were doing until I reached the age of puberty and started to get hairs around my cunt. That's when I got a real, strong curiosity about sex and about getting something hot and hard inside my own pussy park. And that's when I started to spy on the activities of my parents. Of course, I wasn't supposed to. They told me to go to bed and go to sleep. But sometimes the noise awoke me, and I'd creep down the long curving steps that led into the lower living room. The living room in our house was as big as a ball park. I could easily hide and do my spying without getting caught. The first time, I was on fire to look at a man's cock. I really wanted to watch a naked man and woman screw each other. Prior to my first spying experience, I was already masturbating quite enthusiastically almost every day. Sometimes, I played with my twat two and three times a day.
This one night, mom and dad threw a big party and, there must have been fifty or more couples in the large living room. I crept down the stairs, and from the very beginning, my eyes popped out of my head. Every couple in the room was stark naked including my own parents. My eyes almost dropped out of their sockets as they roamed from one man's prick to another. It gave me a kick to look at the privates of the women, too. From the way they were dancing and hugging each other, they were already plenty horny. Something told me it wouldn't be very long before I get an eyeful of the real action, fucking and sucking and stuff like that. Already my own pussy was twitching and I pulled the fly of my pajamas apart and started to massage the outer lips. I felt a good jack-off coming on. But I didn't want to start finger-fucking myself until the really hot action commenced.
My eyes continued to bounce from one couple to another until they picked out my mother with another guy who was very definitely not my father. The guy, in fact, was almost young enough to be my brother. Mom and this kid were necking to beat the band, his prick had elevated way up at the angle of the fuck and the head was buried deep into the skin of mom's lower abdomen, just above the hairy, cunt-line. His arms were around mom's waist, and one finger was digging deeply in her asshole. Mom was loving it. She was tongue kissing this kid, and bumping her body back and forth as though she was already engaged in the act of fucking. There wasn't any doubt that in a few moment's my mother and her newly found boy friend would start going to town in earnest. And I could hardly wait. Yet, I turned away when I spotted my own father sucking off another woman's cunt. This lady was a good looker, and the wife of a close family friend. Her finger nails were painted a brilliant red, and so were her toe nails. Her tits were round and firm, and hairs crawled up her belly like a swarm of tiny snakes. Her cuntal lips were well parted, and the object of dad's loving attention.
Dad had cupped both cheeks of her ass, and lifted up her lower body as thought it was a cup, or saucer. And he intended to drink the juices of loves straight out of the cuntal cup.
"Eat me, love," the lady cried as she dropped her head backward and stared glassily up at the ceiling. "Lay that tongue in there lapper lover," she exhorted. "Suck me off like I've never been sucked before. Make that Goddamned husband of mine jealous. He's watching. Oh, he's watching. That turns me on, lover. Suck while my husband is watching…"
Dad sucked.
All I could see was only a tiny fraction of his tongue. The rest of the cocklike instrument was buried deep in the lady's snatch. His jaw kept working back and forth and I found out why they called that act eating. His mouth was working as though he was, in reality, eating a meal. This meal happened to be a hot, juicy cunt and the owner of the fur piece happened to be a hot and horny married woman, the wife of a best friend.
As dad kept sucking on this wet cunt, his own prick slid out, and for the first time in my life, I saw my father with a bone on! It was a beauty. I thought so, and so did another woman. The instant she caught sight of dad's cock, she dropped to her knees, and grabbed hold of my father's long and bony joint. Then, without another moment of hesitation, she slid the entire prick between her lips and down her throat. Then, her jaws started to work back and forth too. She was eating with the same gusto shown by my dad. This eating jazz certainly got me worked up. Without any more delay, my own finger started to waggle back and forth inside the tunnel of my twat. Dropping the lower portion of my pajamas, I felt freerer to zigzag the lower portion of my body back and forth as though some imaginary lover was throwing me the fuck of my life. I was, in fact, still a virgin. But I didn't stay that way long. At least where a tongue was concerned.
I happened to be standing in the adjoining room and with the door partway opened. At that moment when I was jacking off at a mile a minute, and felt myself approaching a climax. However, before I could reach that very desirable point, this guy happened to walk through the door, and catch me in the act. He was middle aged, about dad's age, and when he got one look at my cunt and saw that I was playing with myself, he dropped to his knees, and stuck out his tongue in the direction of my box.
"Always wanted to suck off a hairless pussy," he whimpered. "So lovely, so adorable. Let me lick. Please let me suck," he pleaded.
Without answering, I shoved the lower portion of my body forward and hit him square in the face with my already wet and heated-up box. The guy grabbed both bared cheeks of my ass, stuck one finger up the asshole and pulled me even tighter against his face. Of course, he didn't have a shred of clothes on, and when I looked down, I spotted his enormous hard-on, all red and throbbing and close to the blow-off. To hasten along the ejaculatory moment, the guy reached down, grabbed hold of his joint and commenced to jack off. In no time at all, the eye of his swollen prick was spurting creamy stuff all over the carpet. And I was shooting out my clear but sticky fluid into his mouth. His jaws kept working as though he was trying to swallow every drop of my gismo. Finally, he leaned backwards, wiped off his mouth with the back of his hand, and staring up at me mumbled something like thanks, and walked away.
The dirty, sonofabitch, I fumed to myself. After that tongue I was burning up for prick, and if I didn't get it now, I was going to suffer. Then, I saw something in the orgy room that really opened my eyes. This old lady had brought in a dog and the animal was licking off her ass and cunt. She had assumed the dog-style position on her knees and elbows, and the big Collie dog was standing in back of her lapping her ass and cunt with broad and bold strokes of his tongue. This bit of animalism had excited a crowd of onlookers, and they were cheering her on. I could hardly believe my eyes. A woman and a dog.
My cuntal lips began to twitch again, and despite the very recent tonguing I received, I reached down and started to finger my clit and cunt-hole again. This woman-dog stuff was really turning me on. Was it possible to ejaculate that way?
The answers were to be discovered in the living room. The gray-haired, old lady stuck her ass even higher up in the air to facilitate the entry of tongue up her ass and snatch. All the while, she was moaning and carrying on as though the four-legged fucker was a human being.
Throwing her head over one shoulder, she burbled out to the animal, "Lick my cunt out, sweetheart. Wipe my ass with your tongue, lover," and more love stuff like that. And it didn't sound ridiculous. The dog was really her lover and she loved to show off with him. And the rest of the crowd, mom and dad included were getting a terrific charge out of watching.
The dog, with his glossy coat, had a bone on that almost touched the carpet on the floor. Never before in my entire life had I seen an object so red and hard looking. The cockhead was almost as large as the head on a baby. This woman was going to receive the fuck of her life, and it was only a matter of time before he got through with his licking cunt and smelling ass and mount the woman.
The old, lady got impatient. Again, she called out in her plaintive, whiny voice, "Fuck me dear heart. Screw your mommy, my ass smelling lover."
As though the intelligent looking animal could actually comprehend the English language, he pulled his long snout out from between the sagging cheeks of the old crone's ass, and reared up on his hind legs. His eyes looked wild, and his long, read, cunt-juiced tongue hung slobberingly out of his mouth. Bits of foam clung to the edges of his jaw, and the prick of his seemed to grow longer and longer. How was he going to get it all inside the narrow-walled cunt?
Rearing up on his hind legs, the animal dropped his fore paws down on the back of his mistress and started to make exploratory, thrusts with his hindquarters. Banging back and forth, the head of his prick bounced off the cheeks of her ass, and lower down until the pointer found the correct path and dropped into the cuntal groove without any trouble at all. Then, I realized that this woman-dog couple had been fucking for quite some time. Her old cuntal trench had been broken in and properly by the animal.
When finally, the Collie dog barged through the right door, a burst of applause resounded over the room, and several women started to finger their own privates, or take hold of a cock nearest them, and rub the head up and down their own cuntal slit. At any rate, the show between old woman and beast had commenced.
Once the dog located the cunt hole, he wasted no time at all in throwing a hard and dynamic fuck. His goal was to reach the coital blow-off as quickly as possible. And the old lady encouraged him in this aim. Reaching back, she seized both nuts on the beast and, squeezed them so tightly, I thought she'd pull them off his body. But the pressure of her fingers only made the beast all the hotter. The prick actually grew thicker, it seemed to me and much wetter. Every time, he heaved his body forward, the old woman gasped as the cockhead bounced deep against the base of the cuntal pouch. And all throughout the fuck, she kept shrieking out her obscene encouragements.
"That's it, lover prick," she babbled. "Pump out my pussy pouch. Let me feel that big cockhead right inside my throat. All the way, lover, all the way," she continued her lewd and unnecessary ravings.
Still, her cries and shouts, and the sight of an animal actually making love to a human being, heated up my own pussy pocket to an unbelievable degree of heat.
Unable to stand the pressure, I cried aloud, "Oh, I wish I had me a fuck. A great, big, hard prick banging out a message of love inside my cunt. I could take every inch. Every fucking inch…"
My shout attracted the attention of a man in the nearby room. Pushing the door open wider, he looked in and saw me, a young girl, with bared lower half, finger-fucking herself.
"I'll fuck you little girl," he said with a hard and lustful light shining in his eyes. "I'll drill out your cunt little lovecunt," he promised…
"Come and get it," I shouted back at him and assumed a semi-squat as though I was about to take a piss. This rather lewd position only emphasized the location of my hot and juicy box. The lips distended even wider, and peering down, he could see the fleshy, oyster, inner meat. Even my clitoris had leaped up and shimmered in the light of the room.
This guy was in his fifties, and the sight of my young, naked body really turned him on. Probably to his own amazement, he had already boned up. The way he looked down at his stiffened prick, I could tell, he wasn't used to getting an erection on so quickly and so easily.
"Young cunt," he whispered in an awed voice. "Give it to me."
I must confess, I wasn't so aroused by the old fart. He had a big gut on him, and his cock at full erection, couldn't have been more than a few inches in length. But at the moment, I couldn't be choosy. He was the only guy available, and who wanted such a young cunt. And because I couldn't get too excited from him I laid down on my back in such a position, I was able to keep my eyes on the old woman and her cunt-happy dog. They were still going to town, fortunately for me.
Fastening my eyes on the exciting scene between female and male dog, I let the old hunk of blubber mount me and stick his little pencil of a dick between the lips of my blazing box. Despite the unusually short sex stick, the feel of his skin moistened up my box, and I started to rotate my hips in the most obscene manner, imaginable.
In the next room, the action between woman and dog was getting hotter and hotter. Glassy-eyed, she kept screaming out her obscenities, and yet they heated up the entire group of swingers. The sizzling sex stick on that well-hung animal banged out its message deep inside the old cunt on the old woman. And long, still shapely fingers kept kneading and squeezing the canine nuts, and for a few moments I was afraid she'd tear them off his body. But when the Collie began to howl as he fucked, I knew he really loved that kind of treatment. Although I kept my eyes open as I didn't want to miss a thing, I transferred the image of the dog into my own mind. And in my mind, I saw myself as the object of the canine cock. And when I saw myself getting dog fucked, my cunt really heated up to a tropical temperature.
I guess the old fart who was riding me thought he was causing the increased heat to flow from my flesh and box. His thick, greasy lips pulled back into a wicked grin.
"Really dig my prick don't you honey?" he asked in his throaty, rasping voice that grated on my nerves.
"Don't talk," I snapped, "just keep on fucking."
He still didn't understand he was obnoxious. "Relax, sweetheart," he gasped. "I'm gonna make you blowout that tiny cunt of yours. Oh but it feels so lovingly good."
He spoke all of this in a manner that suggested I was supposed to be grateful to him for his attentions. The truth of the matter was, I could actually worked up more heat with my finger. This man and his pea-sized prick was a real nothing. The lucky woman was in the next room getting reamed by the dog. If I had a dog with a prick on him like the Collie, I'd get him to screw me out every day of the year. And because, the old fart on top of me was so heavy, it took every ounce of my concentration to reach a climax. And that concentration enabled me to substitute the man for the dog, in my mind. In my imagination, the dog was screwing me, and not the old dame in the next room.
My eyes, still fixed on the scene in the next room, told me that the events were fast reaching a conclusion. Foam sprayed out of the wide-mouthed dog as his rear quarters heaved back and forth at a speed that approached that of light. His nuts flew and twirled around. And the old lady, her hands clawing at the air, had thrown back her head and stared glassy-eyed up at the ceiling. The abdomen of the dog crushed against her tits but she seemed to love this pressure as she hugged him even tighter against him.
"Meohmy," she cackled, "Cunt's gonna go… Gonna go…" and as she enlightened us about the state of her inner pussy, she flexed both of her bony knees and wrapped both legs around the body of her canine lover. Gripping his sides with a tight scissor hold, she almost squeezed the shit out of him. But this near stranglehold on his body didn't in the least slow down his fucking movements. Actually, they increased in tempo. After all, all of the sexual stimuli were getting more pronounced. The feel of her body and cunt and the smells that were flowing so rapidly from her ass and box.
And then, she announced to the still applauding crowd that she was already climaxing. "Going to…" she gasped, "going to b… b… blow. Blowww. Ba… lowwww," and drawing out her voice to a thin, harsh, and lengthy whine, she heaved up her ass to let the juices roar through the cuntal cleft.
Taking his cue from the shouts of the old woman and of course, the increase in her cuntal temperature, the dog also let loose, and accompanied his ejaculation with whines and barks of his own which sounded almost as obscene as the cries burbling through the mouth of his mistress.
This blow-off between mistress and animal triggered off a number of similar ejaculations from the crowd of excited onlookers. One of those excited onlookers happened to be myself. When I saw all that rich and creamy dog dew hurtle out the head of the monstrous prick, my lower abdomen heaved upward like a trampoline and a thin, incredibly hot liquid sizzled through the crack of my cunt. Indeed, the heat of my effluent almost burned the skin of old fart who was still humping at me.
Fortunately, my wild and excited thrashings touched off something from inside of him, and he, too, managed to piss out a bit of cream. Apparently, this was his first orgasm in quite some time. His face turned crimson and then after the tremendous effort, a wide idiotic grin pulled back the corners of his lips, and he looked as though he was the greatest fucker in the entire world.
His cock started to shrivel almost immediately, and his big fat gut rolled off me. Propping himself up on one elbow, he winked.
"Any time you need creaming, baby, you just call on me. I know how to treat a girl."
Looking at the fat slob almost turned my gut. I simply had to tell him the truth. My eyes hardened, and looked directly into his ugly face.
"You're the lousiest fuck in the entire world," I hissed back at him. "Your prick is so small, I could hardly feel it. Matter of fact, I'd just as soon jack off with my own fingers."
His fleshy face thinned with rage. "Goddammit," he snarled, "what kind of thanks is that? I just gave you a magnificent fuck. One you'll remember for the rest of your life. Why, you flew out a river of cunt-kum! Do you think you could have done that if I was a lousy lover? Don't be so Goddamed ungrateful," he barked in a gruff tone of voice.
"Horseshit!" I shouted back at him. "If this is a sample of getting fucked by a man, I… I'd just as soon prefer dogs," I blurted out my true feelings. "That old dame in the next room has got the right idea."
"A dog fucker?" he asked. "Is that what you have in mind? You're sick. I made you climax. Me," he repeated, banging himself on the chest to emphasize his claim.
I simply had to shoot him down. "More horseshit!" I again flung the insult at him. "The only way I was able to have a cunt-kum was by thinking of myself with a dog. That cock of yours is no incentive at all."
And I really meant it. The slob's penis and love-making techniques left me cold. I kept wondering if all men were as incompetent as the slob. There was only one way to find out, and that was to have another male. This time, I selected a boy who was only a couple years older than myself. I figured a kid of fifteen should be able to get a real stiff boner on, and drill me out to perfection. I figured wrong. The boy I decided to experiment with had a reputation in our high school of being a terrific stud. There were even rumors that he was fucking all of the school's female teachers, old and young alike. There were more rumors that at full erection, he measured one foot of solid cock-bone. The thought of getting my cunt stuffed with a foot of hundred percent bone made me get wet. And before the seduction, I managed to have several satisfactory masturbatory sessions my merely fantasizing the boy on top and pumping his gargantuan gism pump inside my cunt.
One day after school hours, I managed to get the boy alone, and questioned him directly about the rumors. He was one of those athletic kinds, self-satisfied and with a perpetual smirk on his face as though he knew something that we didn't have access to.
"Sure I've been fucking the old teachers," he admitted. "Why not?" he asked with that irritating smile. "Either their husbands can't get it up anymore, or they live alone and jack off. They go for my cock for a couple of good reasons. I'm well endowed as the swingers say, and I know how to use it. Technique makes all the difference. And believe you me," he chortled in his sickening way. "I don't have any hangups. None whatsoever!"
"Fuck me," I blurted out. "I need someone like you. Someone that's got a big cock, and knows how to use it. And no hangups," I added, "is most important."
"No problem," he said quickly. "Except I got an appointment with the math teacher. She wants a tongue job and then a plain old-fashioned screwing."
I sensed he was fudging. "Name a time," I said. And then asked with a smirk of my own. "Or does the thought of fucking me scare the hell out of you?"
"Shit no!" he almost yelled at me. "But I always keep my appointments."
I knew I had him backed into a corner. He hadn't been expecting my aggressive manner. "Name a time," I insisted. "I'm offering you cunt. Hot cunt. A great, big stud like yourself isn't going to turn it down is he?" The smile on my face and in my eyes taunted him.
"Tonight," he blurted out. "Goddammit, I'll make you yell uncle."
That night, I kept my appointment with Jock, the name of the school stud. I took him back to my house as my parents didn't mind me visiting with school chums. Once Jock entered my bedroom, I told him to strip, and quickly.
"Don't you want a tongue job first?" he asked, and I thought a bit on the timid side. He no longer appeared to be the loud braggard, and the smirk on his face was missing.
"Never mind what I want first," I said, bluntly. "Off with your clothes, and I'll disrobe, too."
Quickly, I dropped my panties, mini skirt and pulled off the blouse to stand before him in the nude. "Haven't got much hair around my pussy yet," I said. "But I'm sure a stud like you won't mind eating a hairless box." I added in a slow and purposeful way, "After he's eaten my ass."
Jock stared at me as though someone had dropped a dead fish under his nostrils. "Your ass?" he asked, incredulously. "You mean where you…"
"Shit," I supplied the word for him. "That's right lover. But of course, I won't be moving my bowels when you tongue the asshole. Naturally, there'll be a faint smell of shit in that particular region. There always is. But that shouldn't stop a great, big cunt-stuffer like you. I'd think it would turn him on."
"You… you're not natural," Jock replied. "No one wants to have their shitty old asshole sucked."
"I do," I snapped. "So take off your clothes and lay in that tongue. Right down the shit hole. For a guy who isn't supposed to have hangups, you're sure bitching a lot."
Jock looked like he was going to faint but it was too late for him to back out, now. If he bolted he knew I'd spread the word all over the high school, and he would become an object of ridicule. Slowly, he started to take off his clothes. When he stood before me in the nude, I quickly looked down at his prick for a critical appraisal. The guy was rated as the best piece of ass in our high school. He was also rated as having the biggest cock in the school, and that included the seniors. Jock was only in his sophomore year. But the meat in a dormant state didn't look that impressive. I voiced my surprise aloud.
"The prick of yours don't look so well hung," I said. "You're the guy with the terrific reputation. You're supposed to have a foot of solid bone."
"When I've got a hard on," he said, his face getting red with embarrassment. "Don't be so Goddamned critical."
My voice softened. "I'm not critical, lover. I just don't want to be disappointed. How about boning up for me, now."
The boy stammered. "I usually don't bone up until I've sucked pussy. That's the way I watched my dad do it with my mom. Guess. I just got into the habit."
I sounded mildly surprised. "A great big stud like you shouldn't need that kind of horse-shitting around. That's just for old fuckers. You're not even fifteen yet!"
"Humor me," he said. "You won't be disappointed."
"Sure I'll humor you," I replied. "But first you humor me. So far, the temperature of my cunt is normal. It should be steaming hot by now. What kind of fuck is this going to be?"
Jock paled. "You mean…?"
I nodded. "You guessed right, lover. My ass. Or to be more precise. My asshole. That's where I want to feel a slice of hot, moist and fleshy tongue. When you lick it out… Shit and all… I'll be playing with myself. I mean the clit. I'll flick it back and forth as you give me a good, old-fashioned tongue-fuck right up my asshole."
The boy's young, smooth face wrinkled. He clutched his stomach as though he was going to upchuck. Yet, to give him credit, he offered to go through with the oral-anal act despite his own personal misgivings.
"How… do we do it?" he asked and breathed in gulps as though he was really going to throw up. In his mind, I suppose he could already visualize the act, and perhaps associate it with shit.
"I'll remain standing up," I told him. "But I'll bend over slightly and spread the cheeks of my ass as far apart as possible. You get down on your knees behind me, take both cheeks in your arms, and make mad, passionate love to my ass. When you ask my ass to kiss you, I'll squeeze the cheeks tight and pull your tongue inside the hole. Then, I'll let them flare out again. If you ask my ass to talk to you, I'll squeeze out a fart for you."
He looked incredulous. "You mean… you'd fart… in my face?"
"Of course, lover. When you're good and hot like a real stud-fucker, you'll love the smell of my ass. That's what separates the boys from the men. And according to rumors, you are a man when it comes to wielding that prick of yours. So far," I taunted, "I haven't seen a Goddamned thing. Just a limp dick. And not a particularly big one at that."
Jock growled. "I'll show you a thing or two," and dropped to the floor behind my ass.
Bending over, and planting the palms of both hands on both of my knees, I called encouragingly over my shoulder. "That's right lover. Smell and suck my ass. Then, drill your tongue right down the hole. Fuck my asshole with your tongue," I specified. From a wall mirror, I could see every expression on his face, and be able to gauge his every reaction. Again, I called out, "Don't be timid about asking my ass to talk to you. And be sure you ask it to give you a great, big kiss."
"Y… Yes," he replied in a voice that was definitely trembling.
"Go on," I shouted. "Goddammit, what in hell are you waiting for? Kiss my ass and be quick about it."
"Yes… Yes," he replied again, and I could tell from the reflection in the mirror that his face had turned a deathly white color. His cock was still limp. With shaking hands, he reached up and took hold of each cheek. Quickly I spread and let him peer inside. I thought a glimpse of the inner, rear-end valley of love would turn him on. But no. The sight of my asshole region actually had a negative effect…
"My ass wants to talk to you, lover," I called out over my shoulder. Perhaps, I was thinking if he could inhale the fresh and unadulterated odors, he'd heat up, and really get in the mood for a tonguing.
Jock didn't quite understand despite the fact I had previously described in detail the manner my ass would vocalize to him. Surely, the sound and smell of my fart shouldn't distress him, I thought. It had to be the way to galvanize him into action. Squeezing down on the stomach muscles. I felt a distinct rumble of moving gas within the confines of my bowels.
"Going to talk to you, lover," I called out out again. "My ass is going to whisper sweet nothing in your ears."
I felt the gas flowing unabatedly towards the exit that was commonly called an asshole. "Stick your nose between the cheeks," I instructed. In this manner, he'd inhale the freshness of gas as it left the rectum.
"Now!" I shrieked, and let the gaseous flow yammer through the narrow vent. Naturally, the noise was loud and the odor strong. That should turn him on for sure, I told myself in a congratulatory tone of voice.
But when I looked into the mirror, I was horrified to discover that the so-called great stud had fallen backwards, and was clutching his stomach as though on the verge of throwing up. His cock had actually shriveled up into an almost invisible sliver of flesh.
"Can't," he coughed. "Can't do anything so… so dirty," he cried.
"You've got too many hangups to be any good," I replied in a voice that was icy with contempt. "Get dressed and get the hell out of here. I'll jack off. My fingers will give me a better time than you. If you're supposed to be the great stud, I'm a monkey's uncle," I yelled.
Jock dressed, quickly, and literally flew out of the bedroom. Naked yet, I sat on the edge of the mattress, and spread my legs. There was no alternative but to jack off. But what sort of fantasy should I conjure up to facilitate the action? I tried out several. First, I pictured Jock on his knees and sucking my odoriferous ass as though he really loved his work. That didn't do the trick. I strummed on my clit and finger-fucked the cunt-hole. All to no avail. There wasn't a hope of ejaculating with that kind of fantasy. Then, I fantasized getting fucked in the dog-style position. I could see myself on my knees and elbows with my ass stuck high up in the air. I could visualize the way my asshole was wide open, and so was my pussy hole. Visualizing a man, I could see him on his knees behind me, and he did have a big hard on. He aimed the poker at my asshole where I'm usually sensitive. In my fantasy, he managed to make an entry into the rectal tube, and having accomplished this deed, started to throw me a pump fuck. With this image firmly in mind, I reached down and started to pluck at my clitoris again. This time my clit hardened a bit and moisture beaded the walls of my vagina. I could tell from my fingertips. They were getting quite wet as I finger-fucked the hole. But unfortunately, I still didn't reach that ecstatic point of no return, the point of impending climax. My fingers flew faster over my cunt and I gyrated my hips and even moaned out obscenities in the hope that a few hot vocals, uttered aloud would increase the temperature of my sex meat. It didn't. And after about twenty-five minutes of this kind of play, and fantasizing, I was compelled to cease all activity. My wrists grew too tired for further masturbatory efforts. And yet, inside, I remained frustrated. I knew there was plenty of cunt-gism-deep within the recess of the pussy parlor. But how to coax it out? Then, a terrific idea hit me.
My mind went back to the orgy party thrown by my parents. I remembered the old crone and the way she got fucked by her pet dog. Would the fantasy of a dog screwing out my cunt heat me up. I had nothing to lose. Rested now, my wrists felt as though they could try to masturbate again. Spreading my legs as far apart as possible in anticipation, I closed my eyes and tried to fantasize a bit of bestial sex. All sorts of images began to flow through my mind and all had to do with animal sex.
At first, I saw myself getting laid by one dog, and then the fantasy changed. Several long-boned canines were servicing me. I saw myself on my side, and hugging a big, hairy mongrel looking dog. He had an enormous pecker which was sliding in and out of my cunt. In back of me, a tiny cocker spaniel, the kind with an unusually long tongue was licking my ass. Both cheeks of the buttocks were spread wide, and the darling dicker hound was busily engaged with his tongue. The look on his face excited me. He really loved smelling and sucking my rear end. Sex secretions were running out of my rectum, as well as my cunt. Then, the fantasy became larger. I saw myself with an enormous dog cock in my mouth. In short, three dogs were servicing me at the same time. One kept pumping my pussy, the other kept eating my asshole, and my mouth and tongue was very busily engaged with a canine cock. In no time at all, I started to orgasm. Cuntal cream spurted out of my slit, and oily liquids spattered through my asshole. Even specks of foam coated my lips as I kept working them back and forth as though a dog cock was really between them.
After the multiple discharge, I crumpled backwards over the bed, and stared dumbly up at the ceiling. I began to see my future sex life. And it didn't include a man or boy. I had been disappointed enough. The only kind of male that could really give me satisfaction belonged in the animal kingdom. But finding an animal lover wasn't going to be easy. Both of my parents were swingers, and encouraged me to get fucked as part of my upbringing. But I knew they'd disapprove of an animal lover. A dog was all right for some old bag in the orgy party to make a spectacle of herself with. But it would never do for their own daughter.
Much to my surprise and gratitude the answer came to me in the high school I attended. I attended a private high school, Miss Muriel's School for Refined Young Ladies and Boys. The place sounded snooty enough, and appealed to the social conscious class I belonged to. Every mother in our set wanted to say that their daughter or son attended the very exclusive Miss Muriel's High School. Of course, that was a bunch of shit. The school was a hot bed of sex. Indeed, it was actually a meeting place for the guys and gals of our set to get a fucking partner. Even seventy-year-old Miss Muriel picked out her studs from the most virile and youngest pupils. But I had no idea that anyone knew anything about animal sex. That bit of information came to me when I was accepted as a recruit for a sophomore girl society. As part of the initiation, I had to fuck an animal.
Of course I was surprised but I must have sounded shocked, too. "Fuck an animal?" I echoed after being told of the initiation rites.
My class mate Cynthia who had sponsored me into the society nodded excitedly. "Oh you'll love it. Ever since my own initiation, I've been screwing animals. They're much better than the spoiled, self-centered, selfish brats who attend this school. Miss Muriel came have them: I'd rather fuck an animal any, old time of day. They know how to make a girl happy. And can they ever get a stiff bone on!" From the light in her eyes, I knew that Cynthia was getting laid and often, and with much satisfaction.
"It does sound kind of thrilling," I admitted. "Of course, I'll go through with it. I won't let you down. But…" and I hesitated.
Cynthia read my mind. "What animal do you get to fuck? Leave that to me. As president of this sorority, it's my job to take care of such details. I've got an entire menu worked up for you."
"Menu?" I chortled, and this time I really was surprised. "You expect me to screw more than one?"
Cynthia laughed. "Of course. One fuck will never satisfy you. Besides, after you've been initiated, the rest of us girls will join you. And so, I have to arrange for a variety of four-legged fuckers to service not only you but us." She actually burbled. "We'll all have a ball!"
"I'm getting hot-cunted already," I admitted. "And I agree with you. The spoiled rotten boys at this high school are lousy fucks. Miss Muriel can let them lap her cunt for all I care. I'll take something that's real stiff and hard."
"The initiation is set for eight this evening," Cynthia informed me. "Prepare yourself ahead of time by getting real hot."
"I'm hot already," I informed her. "But just to make certain, I'll finger my cunt just before I leave the house." I asked, "Where will the initiation rites be held?"
"At my place," she said. "My folks are touring Europe, and there's no one home but me and the housekeeper. And I've given her the week-end off. You know," she advised me "we've got quite a menagerie in back of my house. A horse, goat, dog, rabbits, and…"
"Rabbits?" I asked and could feel the muscles of my vaginal walls constrict. Secretly, I have always had a thing about rabbits. I knew they had a tremendous reputation for being fucking fools. And they're so soft and cuddly.
"Maybe," I suggested, "I… I could fuck a couple of them at the same time. I mean, they're so small, their adorable dicks wouldn't fit into my snatch. But a couple of them fucking me at the same time. Ohhhh," I almost swooned.
Cynthia's face blushed. And now, I knew her secret. Getting rabbit reamed was an old story with her. And now, she admitted the truth. "Yes, dear," she informed me. "You can't beat getting rabbit reamed. It's… the greatest," she blurted out. "Except, I'll be jealous as hell to watch my bunny sweethearts treating your box instead of mine." But she straightened. "That's life. It's your initiation, and it's your night to have fun. Of course, after you have been initiated, me and the rest of the girls will get fucked, and I do mean cunt-reamed. I've got a terrific program worked out."
"I'm so hot I could jack off," I cooed.
"Don't," Cynthia advised. "Play with your self, and tantalize the box. But don't blowout. Save every drippy drop of sex serum until tonight. Then, you'll want to blowout time after time."
"I can hardly wait," I told her, and meant it.
That night all of the girls in the sorority met at Cynthia's house. It was one of those big rambling affairs that stretched out for a couple of acres. In back, there were stables for horses, and a variety of animals. Cynthia's old man was really loaded. About ten girls belonged to our sorority, and everyone of them looked horny, and ready for sex. They loved to watch a sex show, and be watched. And later, I discovered that almost everyone of my sorority sisters had my experience. They had fucked a boy from Miss Muriel's High School and found him undesirable as a sex partner. They were vain, selfish and spoiled. Most of them were lapping Miss Muriel's cunt, and she spoiled them rotten. We didn't want any part of them. All of the girls had discovered in her own way and in her own time, the joys of animal sex. The prick of an animal was the common bond in our sorority.
But that night, I was the center of attention. Standing in the cavernous living room of the mansion, I disrobed, and the sorority sisters all applauded my good sportsmanship. Despite my tender years, my body was quite well developed, or showed promise of what was to come. My tits were beginning to reach maturity and swayed back and forth as I walked around to show the girls how well stacked I was. That was part of the initiation. I had to stand naked in the center of a circle. The lights in the room had been dimmed, and one girl trained a lamp on a certain part of my anatomy that I was showing off. First, I took hold of each tit and pulled on it as if the flesh was made of baker's dough. The nipples, long, red and juicy looking pointed straight out like a couple of aroused pricks.
With the light on my boobs, I walked around the center of the circle and gave each girl a good look at my top-heavy equipment. Enthusiastic applause reverberated around the room. Then, the light from the spotlamp accented the cuntal area. Reaching down, I pulled aside the lips and flicked out the clit. The applause was thunderous. Then, playfully, I gave myself a few teasing jabs of the finger inside the snatch slot. I was showing my sorority sisters how I jacked off. Since all of them were skilled masturbators, they appreciated this bit of play, and shouted obscene remarks of an encouraging nature.
"Fuck yourself, sweetheart," one of them cried out. And the others had similar remarks to make regarding the expertise I demonstrated with a finger up my cunt.
After a few minutes of this masturbatory exercise, the spotlight shifted from the area between my legs to my rear end. This excited me since I was so Goddamned sensitive in the ass regions. A lot of the girls must have been sensitive in the rectal layers, too. The accent on my ass really brought out the applause.
One cried out, "Bend over and spread the cheeks. We want to look inside."
Gladly, I obliged. It excited me to know that others were peering curiously and excitedly up my asshole and finding that particular shit spot desirable. The thought of an animal sucking in that region, or shooting his dick in the shit slot really moistened up my cunt. I was glad the spotlight wasn't accenting my box. I didn't want to give the impression that I had such strong anal desires.
To make certain the spotlight wasn't trained back on my slobberingly wet cunt, I cried out, "Hurry on, and bring me an animal to fuck. I've got to have an animal cock. Don't keep me waiting. I'm hot and horny and ready to give you all the show of your lives."
This brought down the house as they say in show business. All of the girls were ready for a hot sight to watch. Most of them were playing with themselves by now, and one girl had produced a carrot and was ramming it in and out of her mouth-like cunt hole. Another girl, an anal lover like myself, had reached back and started to stick a finger deep in her asshole. Once she managed to work it in deep enough, she commenced a finger-fucking asshole type of movement that made her eyes bulge and roll crazily around. Bits of foamy spittle flew from her lips. She too urged for me to commence the animal show.
But it wasn't up to me. Cynthia was president of this sorority, and this was her house. She was in complete charge. "It's up to President Cynthia," I shouted back. "I'm ready. Ready, willing and eager to get animal fucked," I almost screamed. "What's the delay?" I demanded to know. And to emphasize my readiness, I increased my finger diddling activities and rolled my hips around like the stripper in a burlesque show.
From the corner of my eyes, I watched the effect on Cynthia. The little, black-haired girl with the round, erotic face looked as though she was going to explode. She had purposely let the action get hot to make certain all of the girls were properly aroused before the animal fucking show commenced. Now, she knew she couldn't wait any longer.
"Hold on," she cried out and her voice was filled with heat and horniness. "I'll bring them in. Your lover. I mean," she corrected, "your lovers…"
"Lovers?" the girls echoed amazed.
But I wasn't dismayed. I knew she meant rabbits in the plural and not the singular. The darling girl knew I had always wanted to screw several bunnies at the same time.
Returning from the stable area, the girl was holding three rabbits. All were male, on the large side, pink-eyed and furry. Cynthia held them aloft to show one and all that the dears already were boned up. The keen-smelling fuckers had picked up the scent of my heated cunt before they even entered the room. A rabbit's cock isn't particularly long but it tapers to a sharp point and resembles a carrot. A white, hard, cone-shaped carrot. In contrast to the rather short rabbit prick, the balls are on the large side. They're very soft and resemble cream puffs.
The sight of the elongated pricks and the adorably soft nuts almost drove me out of my mind. The lips of my cunt began twitching back and forth and my clit became even more blood-filled.
"Hurry," I moaned. "Got to… Got to…"
But in my haste, and emotional state of mind, I hadn't thought through the mechanics of getting rabbit fucked. How did a girl go about handling three rabbits at the same time? The revelation would have to come to me when I had the soft creatures in my arms. At the moment, all I wanted to do was feel their bodies, stroke their cocks, and play with them. And yet, I knew my fellow sorority sisters wouldn't let me get away with that sort of play for very long. They were on fire to watch the real thing. And the real thing meant fucking.
Cynthia handed over her bunnies with the greatest of reluctance. Pouting she said, "It's my duty to let you fuck them. But remember, they belong to me. Don't get too attached to their pricks and balls."
Paying no attention to her, I gathered up the loved ones in my arms and started hugging and kissing them. I gave them long, tonguing, horny kisses and all the while softly stroked their cocks.
As I had earlier reasoned, this sort of preliminary play didn't long suffice. "Fuck," the cry arose. "Fuck, or we won't accept you into our high school sorority."
Turning to Cynthia to make certain I knew the rules. "At the same time?" I asked. "Do I have to screw them all at once, or one at a time?"
"All at once," the president informed me.
The rest of the girls strengthened this explanation. "A three-way fuck," they explained gleefully. Apparently, a three-way fuck show really turned them on.
My mind raced wildly. How was I going to take care of three horny rabbits all at the same time? Well, I thought, there couldn't be any doubt about one of them. One prick had to be inserted inside my well lubricated cunt. That took care of the first rabbit reamer. But there were two others to think about. Then, necessity struck me with inspiration. Picking up one lover, I squatted down with spread legs as though I was going to take a piss. The cuntal lips widened, and I pulled one rabbit against my crotch area. On his hind legs, his long bone knew what to do. Thrusting his hindquarters back and forth, his needle-pointed prick peppered up against the flesh around the slot. Reaching down, I grabbed hold of the carrot carved cock and guided it between the lips and into the hole. The touch of the hot bone of rabbit almost made me orgasm, immediately. Never before in my entire life had I felt anything so sensitive, so acutely fine and precious. Closing my eyes, I had to restrain myself from really letting go. Every instinct within me cried out to throw the rabbit the wildest and most uninhibited fuck I'd ever given out or even imagined in my most erotic fantasies. But clenching my fists, I restrained myself since I knew that I had a duty and obligation to my fellow sorority sisters. They wouldn't be satisfied with just one rabbit fuck. They all had blazing cunts at the thought of the three-way deal. However, my problems were solved by at least one-third. One rabbit was banging away at my hole. There were two others to be attended to as well.
Picking up Bunny Number Two, I placed him behind me, and raised up on my heels to such an extent that my asshole was bared. Since I wasn't double-jointed, it was impossible to make certain he knew his duty. I was hoping he'd naturally smell my asshole, and instinctively stick his prick into the rectum. Once encased in the tight-walled hole, the rabbit would throw me his anal fuck. The shape of a rabbit's cock when elongated was made for rectal reaming. The needle-pointed head could easily penetrate the tiny entrance. And once the penetration was accomplished, the rabbit possessed enough strength and endurance to shove it in the rest of the way. And once surrounded by the wall of a female hole, I felt certain the rabbit would know enough to fuck.
At first rabbit Bunny Number Two didn't know what to do in back of me. Naturally, the rectum doesn't throw out the same kind of odor that a cunt does. And anal fucking wasn't common in the rabbit family. He was going to have to be trained to service me in the rear end. But I was under a disadvantage. There were no mirrors around for me to guide his rear end movements. After several aborted attempts to make him screw my anal cavity, I almost gave up in frustration. Then, I drew strength from an inner source, and made up my mind I wouldn't blow my initiation rites. I really wanted to become a member of Cynthia's sorority. And too, I really wanted to get fucked three ways by three different rabbits. An inspiration struck me.
Reaching back with one hand, I grabbed the fumbling rabbit by the head, and dragged him close until his sniffing nostrils were deeply imbedded up my asshole. Perhaps, I thought, there was just enough female hormones to give him the right idea. I had read enough in biology class to know that female hormones were in abundance in certain specified areas in a female body. The presence of the female hormone made the male get hot for cunt. That was Nature's way. Of course, the cuntal regions were filled with female hormones. No problem in that spot. But the asshole might or might not have female hormones. Everyone is different, and although I had always been sensitive in that area, that was no indication the hormones were also located there. I knew I had many nerve endings in the rectum but I couldn't help remembering that dismal experience with the boy who almost got sick when I wanted him to smell and suck my ass. At any rate, at the moment, I was desperate. At least, I could try.
As I told you, I grabbed hold of the rear end bunny and forced his snout up my ass. At first, he put up a struggle. Perhaps, I was holding him too tightly. Yet, I couldn't take the chance of letting him loose. That would really blow my initiation. The feel of his furry face between the cheeks of my ass really heated me up, and I detected that he ceased his struggles. Instead, he burrowed his nose deeper inside my hole and I felt the nostrils distending and coming close together. He was at least sniffing the remnants of a recent bowel movement. In Biology class, the teacher had told us that feces, or shit does contain hormones. Perhaps, the odor of shitified hormones would be strong enough to fill him with the urge to give me the anal fuck.
And that's what happened. Finally, the delightful creature stopped all struggles. Sniffing with deep, compulsive gasps, the animal saturated himself with the odor of my asshole, and also the remnants of my female hormones which were floating through my asshole. Nature took over. Lust-filled by sniffing my hormone-packed asshole, the bunny became galvanized with the urge to fuck me in the rear end. Once he became the slave of that anal urge, my worries ceased. Nature told him how to stick his bursting cock into my asshole. And once the meat was deeply imbedded in that tight-walled purse, he threw his rabbity fuck.
My success with Bunny Number Two made every girl in the room cheer and applaud. They marveled at my ingenuity and technique and praised me as a natural fucker. Yet, I wasn't home free, yet. There was Bunny Number Three to contend with. The smell of hot cunt and the sight of his two brothers banging their pricks into my two holes, fore and aft had almost maddened him with lust. Holding him up, his hind quarters began to flail back and forth as though screwing some invisible cunt. However, I only had two holes for a cock to fuck. What to do with him?
My sorority sisters were getting impatient again. They were counting on a three-way fuck. "Hurry it up," they began to clap. "Three way. Three way," they chanted in unison.
I had only one choice. Oral play. In my fantasies, I had often sucked off the cock of a hot dog. Now, in real life, I was going to have to play out that fantasy but with the prick of a bunny instead of a canine. Picking up my third would-be lover, I examined his throbbing penis. The joint tapered to an almost needle-like head. Would the sharp point hurt my mouth? But this was no time for timidity. I had to go through with it despite certain qualms and reservations. The skin in my mouth was extremely tender, and prone to bleed at the slightest irritation. Sucking off one rabbit had not been in my original plans.
"Suck him off," the girls took up the chant. "Swallow his rabbit goo."
Closing my eyes, I pulled the bunny close to my face, opened my mouth and let the carrot-shaped cock spill between my lips. Hesitantly, I clamped down my lips, and for the first time in my entire life tasted a rabbit cock. I was shocked. But not from revulsion, or distaste. The prick tasted sweeter than honey. It was sheer ecstasy to suck on such a beautiful bone. My eyes flew open and my jaws began to work back and forth as though, in reality, I was eating his prick and had every intention of swallowing it.
Again, my audience applauded. And now that I had skillfully accepted three cocks and all at the same time, the question arose: who was going to blow off first?
It didn't make any difference to me what bunny shot his load into me first. However, the girls began to make bets.
"Betcha the cunt fucker makes it first," one girl piped up. Her round, glazed eyes were following the antics of the front rabbit as though she, herself, was being treated to his rabbity cock.
Another girl disagreed. "The asshole banger will blow first. Look at his face. He's turned on by the strong smell of her asshole." From the repeated thrusts of the rear admiral's prick I had to agree. The anal lover had increased the tempo of his fuck to such a degree that I felt certain he was enlarging my asshole by a considerable extent.
Bets were hastily taken on the race of the front and rear end fuckers. But a good many girls disagreed. They strongly believed that the bunny who was getting his cock sucked would make it first.
"Look at his face," one girl observed. "The way it's all tightened up tells me he's about to shoot his load into her mouth."
In a way, I was inclined to agree. The bunny with his prick in my mouth looked enraptured. And although I had a firm hold of his body, he kept thrusting his rear quarters back and forth as though he was, in reality, throwing a fuck into a cunt. He was using my box as a cunt. And I tightened my lips to such an extent, the pressure would be similar to that felt by a penis sliding back and forth in a real pussy parlor. Also, as he humped back and forth, I squeezed his nuts which certainly hastened the race along.
As for my own cunt, I knew that I could blowout at any time. Several hard thrusts had made me teeter on the edge. It was only by the greatest self control that I had managed to prevent an outpouring of effluent. I didn't want to ruin the show for my sorority sisters. And too, my motives were selfish. The ecstasy was so great, so keenly felt by every cuntal pore that I wanted to prolong the sensation of the three-way fuck as long as possible. There were times when I thought the pricks entering my body from the front and rear would meet. By some uncanny sense of timing, the banging bunnies were able to synchronize their movements. As the asshole lover pulled back, the rabbit in charge of my cunt did likewise. And as one pulled back, the other did the same. In this manner, the in and out thrusts, the backward and forward movements were in perfect timing. And once I realized this pace, I was able to synchronize the dick of my mouth lover. He, too, thrust his prick in and out of my mouth as the other two dicks were moving along the same tempo of thrust. Consequently, it was entirely possible to realize a three-way orgasm. Or to be more precise, a four-way climax, I, too, was going to blowout my love box as my three animals reached the emission point.
My audience quickly realized the possibilities. Their experienced eyes quickly picked up the synchronization between the three pricks and my cunt, asshole and mouth. And they knew that I'd explode, too.
The chant commenced. "Four-way," they burbled and chirped. "Four-way fuck. Four-way blow. The only way to go," and they kept up this line of horny and erotic chanting until my vision blurred, and torriado like forces seized hold of my sexual organs. The walls of my vagina began to sputter and flutter, and I felt the roaring river of cunt-kum leap into the exit through the lips of my cunt. My eyes rolled crazily around with only the whites showing, and when I tried to babble, the only sound that dropped from my lips was hoarse and unintelligible. Spittle slobbered down my chin, and the cheeks of my ass waggled back and forth as they were about to climax, too.
The rabbit reamers sensed my distress from the dramatic rise in temperature of my body, and especially from the regions of my cunt, ass and mouth. And I knew that they, too, were going to hit the jackpot, and all at the same time.
The voices of the audience grew almost hysterical. "Blow… Blow… Blow," they all chanted in unison, and as they chanted a lot of them were playing with themselves. Skirts were hastily raised up, and stiffened fingers were jabbed into already moistened cunts. One enterprising and unusually horny girl started to finger-fuck herself in the front and rear as well…
And then we exploded. "Going," I warned one and all. "Coming. Com… ing… Eeenng," my voice stretched out to a whining screech. "Cunt's on fire. On firrrreeee," and before I could cough out any more warnings, it happened.
Cunt juices spattered through the lips of my slit in such a heavy flow I thought I was taking a piss. I wasn't. The oily secretions were pure sex serum. And this flow was aided and abetted by the hot, delicious, almost velvety feel of the cock-creaming rabbits. Each one was shooting his prick off at the same time.
My knees almost buckled and I spread my legs even farther apart to accommodate the gusher of cream that was sloshing into the pussy parlor. And the sweetheart who was fucking my mouth let loose a blast that reached the intensity of an activated fire hose. Puddles of the rich, white syrup of sex sloshed down my face and over my chin. My ever-active tongue waggled out to lick up as much as possible. But as the last drop of juice leaped out of my cunt, I toppled backward, completely exhausted, worn-out, deadly tired.
The four-way blow was the happiest and richest experience of my life. I had learned so much from my rabbit lovers, and experienced so much pleasure that I knew my heart would be forever in their debt. And there was no longer any doubt. An animal fucker is much more satisfactory than the human male kind. There isn't even a contest…