Case Subject: Cora H.
Age: 17
Sexual History: A scholarship student in literature, Cora H. specialized in mythological, animal figures that were invested with human qualities. In many instances, the mythological animal such as the capricorn had great sexual powers. Determined to discover whether ordinary animals were also equipped to perform well in the sexual area, she began to experiment with many different kinds of animals. She found them superior to men.
ANALYST: Do you really believe animals contain human qualities?
CORA: Oh yes.
A: In what way?
C: They feel and think as we do. The only difference is, they lack the power of speech.
A: Are they capable of expressing love?
C: Very definitely. More so than men.
A: And you really think that animals make better lovers than men?
C: I know it. An animal, almost any animal, knows how to fuck. It's instinctive with them.
A: What do you mean by that?
C: I mean, they're perfectly natural lovers. No artifice, or need to play out a social role.
A: They have no inhibitions about sex. Is that what you're trying to say?
C: That too. I mean they'll do natural sex acts in a natural way. I haven't had an animal yet that didn't want to lick my cunt.
A: You have found a natural aversion to cunnilingus in men?
C: You better believe I have. They turn up their noses and mutter about that's where I piss from. Animals have no such qualms. And they'll lick my ass too.
A: Animals have a natural instinct for anal sex?
C: Yes. They go for my ass first. You know what I mean. They sniff and smell and tongue inside. That gets them all worked up. Then…
A: You have coital relations with the animal.
C: Yes, I fuck them. And I love it. Animals do have magical qualities. Just like the legends about them in Greek mythology. They are part animal and part human.
A: You really believe animals have certain human qualities?
C: I know it. I've been fucked enough by them to know the truth.
A: Have you ever had satisfactory sexual relations with a boy, or grown man?
C: No. All I ever had were a bunch of sissies, or selfish, self-centered bastards. An animal is considerate, and gentle and yet strong, too.
A: Did it ever occur to you that these qualities can be found in humans, too?
C: I don't believe it.
A: We'd better start with your failure to relate sexually with humans.
C: There's really nothing to tell.
A: Describe the affair you had with your last human.
CORA: I'm in my last year at high school, and am preparing myself for a scholarship in literature to the university. Naturally, I required a lot of help from my literature teacher, a married man in his forties. We'd go into the library in the evening, and he'd help me select certain volumes I'd have to study. To give him credit, he was a very good scholar in Greek literature and history, and in that respect was very helpful. But I noticed that my body really turned him on. He'd go fetch a book and then stand over me as I was writing at the table. I noticed, he'd peer over his spectacles and try to look down my blouse at my tits. I usually wore a blouse that showed as much cleavage as possible. Oh, I had been fucked a few times before by class mates but had never given too much thought to sex. I was always a grind as a student, and wanted to win my scholarship. The boys who fucked me were awful anyhow. They cracked their nuts before I climaxed. I had to go home and jack off. And to be truthful, I had been getting sexual relief with my own fingers.
At any rate, it gave me a charge to know that I was exciting my teacher, Mr. Hooper. He was a mousy looking guy, prematurely bald, short, and near-sighted. He was married but to a woman that looked even worse than he did. I doubt if he got much nooky at home or that his wife was able to make him erect. But he sure was getting a hard on every time he peered down my blouse with his near-sighted eyes… Standing back of one shoulder, I could hear him breathe real heavy, and once I slid my elbow back to rub against his crotch. His cock jumped up almost immediately. Maybe that was the first bone on the poor guy experienced for quite some time. Ever since that erection, he wanted to really pump me a fuck. I could tell by the way his round, dumb-looking face blushed every time I leaned forward to give him a good look at my well-developed tits. Every night, I'd stay late in the library making notes from books, and Mr. Hooper would stay with me. It was getting to be comical the way he'd stare at my boobs and get a hard on. Of course, I pretended I didn't notice a thing. But I decided to let him fuck me since I needed his help to win the scholarship.
But there was always someone else in the library too. That complicated the matter. The more I thought about getting laid by the teacher, the better the idea struck me. And so, I decided to give him a bit of encouragement. Perhaps, I thought, I'd talk freely to him about the erotic activities of the mythological animals I was studying. And perhaps, a bit of frank and bold sex talk would loosen his inhibitions.
One evening when we were alone in the library, I asked, "Did a capricorn have a cock and balls like an ordinary animal?"
The old tart turned scarlet, and I thought he'd choke. The front of his fly tented out, and I noticed with considerable surprise, the little shit was well hung. He could service me with about eight inches. Finally, he replied to my question. "Yes, my dear. Mythological animals were capable of great sexual activity. They…" and his face turned the color of the setting sun.
Smiling up at him, I said, "Fucked. Isn't that what they did, sir?"
"Had intercourse," he corrected in his prissy way.
"With humans?" I asked, innocently.
Coughing with embarrassment, he nodded. "Yes, there are many tales in Greek mythology about the sexual relationship between an animal and a human. For instance, there are many stories of swans endowed with great sexual prowess. They conceived children who looked like humans but had many of the supernatural powers that were invested in their animal father."
Still smiling, I managed to open another button on my blouse, and this time, old farts could really get an eyeful of solid tit flesh. This kind of seduction was getting me horny, too. My nipples stretched out, and were clearly visible through the thin fabric of my blouse.
"But how?" I asked in my seemingly innocent way, "How does an animal fuck a human female?"
The teacher's prick stretched out a bit longer at that question. And I turned one side of my face in such a way, the skin managed to touch the tip of his concealed pecker.
He spoke with difficulty. "The same way two humans fornicate. One mounts the other." He quickly explained. "I'm talking to you in such frank language Cora because you are in your last year at high school and I consider you a young lady. Naturally, you must realize there is nothing erotic or dirty about this discussion."
I was still a minor, and the thought of talking dirty to one really scared the shit out of him. "Oh of course," I tried to set his mind at ease. "But after all, I'm trying for a scholarship, and I should know all about this kind of stuff. When I take my college entrance exams I'll have to know all about the way the animals of mythology fucked girls."
The old fart really thought that one over. Then, he said slowly and cautiously and with his prick still raised at full bloom. "In the stacks, there are some rare, old text books with illustrations. I believe they'll give you the proper knowledge that you seek."
The stacks were the shelves in back where most of the rare, old books were kept. It was not possible to remove them from the stacks. To look at them, it was necessary to go back where they were located on the shelves. Naturally, no one else would be in that particular area. I had an idea that he might find some courage, pull out his prick and give me the creaming I wanted.
Leaping to my feet, I said with great enthusiasm, "That's a terrific idea, sir. I'll lead the way."
The passageway to the back stairs was narrow, and only one person could walk through the aisle at a time. I wanted to lead the way since it would give him an eyeful of my ass at close range. Fortunately, I was wearing a tight skirt which accented both cheeks of my buttocks, and even pulled inward to give a very good impression of my asshole. My legs are well shaped, and could be described as nutcrackers. And I purposely wiggle my well flared hips to create the necessary erotic atmosphere nor what was about to follow. Several times, in fact, I stopped short, and he came bumping into my backside. I felt the cockhead press forward between the cheeks of my ass, and I deliberately thrust my hips back to try and give him the proper message.
Apologizing profusely, the teacher backed away. But I knew he wanted to fuck me. Striding forward again, we quickly reached the proper shelf that held the old, and very valuable books of animal mythology. Reaching up, he took down one book that was many hundreds of years old and priced at many thousands of dollars. The book was illustrated with old prints that showed mythological animals screwing human females.
"Oh look," I cried out and pointed to one illustration that showed a unicorn fucking a naked young damsel. A unicorn looks like a horse but has a horn between the nostrils, and wings growing out of the side. In the illustration, the unicorn was pumping a fuck into a girl who was positioned on her knees and elbows. The usual dog-style stance. But what made this particular act so exciting was the manner in which the unicorn used his wings. In several illustrations, the artist depicted the entire fuck. The magic animal fluttered his wings violently which increased the pressure of the thrust as he heaved forward with his enormous prick. His balls jangled around and his eyes were wide and wild looking. On another page, the unicorn was shown using his horn to tantalize the girl's genitals and asshole. Leaning over, the clever animal of mythology, very gently inserted the end of his horn inside the damsel's asshole and buggered it a bit. According to the girl's face in the illustration, she really loved this sort of anal attention from the horn. And in another detailed drawing, the unicorn was using his enormously long tongue to lap the exposed cuntal area. In each drawing, the girl looked ecstatic as she received attentions from both horn and tongue. But the girl who was getting fucked. Looked as though she was delirious with joy. Apparently, the extra thrust caused by the powerful wings was able to stuff her cunt with one hundred percent of solid prick. I had to confess that the sight of these old and rare illustrations turned me on. Now, I really wanted to fuck, and not just because I wanted the teacher's help.
I said, "The girl looks so joyful when she's getting all of those deliciously hot attentions from the magic animal. Is it possible that these legendary animals are much better than males when it comes to throwing a fuck?"
My teacher hastened to assure me. "Mythological animals belong only in legend. They never really existed. To think such a thing would be unnatural."
"Perhaps," I teased, "all animals have a bit of sexual magic in them. Perhaps any animal is a better fucker than a human male. Is that true, sir?" I asked in the most innocent way imaginable.
The old fart blushed crimson, again. "You mustn't think such thoughts," he mumbled. "It… it's unnatural to have sexual relations with an animal. A man is capable of expressing love, tenderness and devotion. All of which should mean more to a girl than sheer, animal contact."
"I wish I could believe that, sir," I said and accidentally brushed tightly up against his body. His prick was still very much elongated, and when he felt my skirt against the cockhead, I thought he was going to have an orgasm. He almost choked, and pulled back. But I dropped my hand down and touched the tip of his cock.
Looking up at him with a naughty smile, I slowly and deliberately squeezed. My soft, and shapely fingers curled around the stiffened joint. I sighed, "Bet you could turn me on better than an animal, sir. Bet you could give me the fuck of your life."
He stammered but made no effort to pull back or dislodge my fingers from around the shaft of his long tool. "I… I'm your teacher, Cora. Have a responsibility to my pupils."
"I know, sir," I quickly replied. "Your responsibility is to help me with my study of mythological animals. And I simply have to know if a man can fuck better than an animal. I'm writing a term paper on that particular subject. Please, help me, sir," I implored and gave his handle an extra tight squeeze with my fingers.
His lips fluttered back and forth as he tried to catch his breath. Finally, he gasped out a reply, "Yes… Perhaps, you're right, my, dear. I'd better resolve that problem for you once and for all. But this is not the appropriate place for such an educational demonstration."
"Couldn't find a more appropriate place, sir," I told him in my respectful way. "We're alone back here in the stacks. The door is locked because not more than two people can get back here at one time. What are we waiting for?" I demanded to know in a raised tone of voice.
The little fart looked distressed. Naturally, if anyone discovered us together, he'd get into trouble. Torn between his fear of discovery and his natural desire for a piece of my fresh, young and curvaceous ass, he hesitated, did nothing. It was up to me to be aggressive.
Quickly, my deft fingers slid down the zipper of his fly and let his long and hot bone ease out into exposure. Looking down at it, I fussed over the size and beauty of his manly appendage. "Oh how beautiful," I crooned. "What an adorable looking pecker. Wouldn't it feel great inside my cunt. I'll bet you're better than those old animals from mythology."
"My wife doesn't think so," he replied in a low voice, and there were tears in his eyes. This was the first time in his life that a young and desirable nutcracker of a girl had made such a fuss about his equipment.
I snorted in disgust. "Your wife is full of shit. You've got it, sir. Oh please stuff my hot and horny cunt with your love weapon."
Nodding, he asked, "But how? I mean all we've got here is a hardwood floor. Won't it be uncomfortable for you?"
Shaking my head, I answered with a firm, "No, sir. It won't be uncomfortable. As long as that magnificent prick of yours is reaming out my cunt, I shall not be uncomfortable or complain in any way." My voice rose, "I want your brand of fucking, sir."
Emboldened now by my expressed ardor and by the fingers of my hand which curled even tighter around the joint, he agreed. "All right, we'll do it right here. On the floor."
"Unicorn me," I said excitedly as I began to tear off my clothes.
The old fart looked dumbfounded again. "Unicorn you?" he echoed, puzzled. "I… I don't understand."
I explained. "Pretend you're a unicorn."
He continued to look puzzled. "What do you want me to do?" he asked, hesitantly.
"Horn my cunt with your nose," I replied, quickly. "Then, if you want to throw a nose fuck in the hole, I won't object. And," I added with a mischievous smile, "unicorns loved to get pissed on."
"P… Pissssed on?" he said in a thin voice that emphasized the act of urination as though he already was getting a gusher. "Pissssssed upon? How dreadful."
Seizing the old manuscript from his hand, I leafed to an appropriate illustration. I had read the book previously and knew where to find the drawing, immediately. "Look," I ordered in a triumphant voice. "This lady, I think she is a princess, is taking a leak on the unicorn. And look at the expression on his face. He loves the gusher. And," I added pointing to the enlarged genitals of the unicorn, "the feel of hot, sensuous pee over his skin is really making his joint grow tall and hard."
The old fart backed away from me as though I was something unclean. "But… That's abnormal. We're not unicorns. I'm not, at least. And besides," he reasoned, "it wouldn't be practical to perform such an act back here in the stacks. There are no sanitary facilities. And the odor would be strong. Probably strong enough to attract the curiosity of unwanted visitors. No, no," he started to shake his head. "That sort of thing is out of the question. We… We'll couplate like human beings, or not at all."
I grew angry and disgusted with the timid, old soul. And perhaps, here was the beginning of my love for animals. Sex or fucking was a spontaneous sort of thing. One didn't start to reason about the practicality or sanitary advantages before throwing cock into cunt. Animals didn't stop to reason, or argue about positions or about anything at all. They got the urge and they went to it, wholeheartedly and without reservations. Men were too intellectual. They wanted to reason out the advantages of taking or not taking possession of the female cunt. And all the while, most girls and women adore an animal kind of man. The kind of guy who takes charge and knows how to boss the female cunt. An aggressive lover. Too many humans were timid, and were looking for aggressive females. But I wasn't going to let this old fart off the hook so easily. I was hot to be screwed unicorn-style, and I had to get my female nuts off before I left the library.
My eyes blazed. "Look buster," I retorted to his objections of giving me a unicorn fuck. "Either you give me an animal job, or I go talk to your wife." And to emphasize my intentions, I squeezed the man's dick especially hard.
Wincing with pain, and terror, he implored, "No, no, not that. Don't talk to my wife. You don't know what a shrew she is. She'll never give me any peace. She can't fuck me but she doesn't want me to have any fun with anyone else."
I charged ahead with my threats. "I'll not only inform your wife of this little episode, I'll go to the school board, and tell them you tried to seduce me back here in the stacks."
This latter threat of going to the school board almost made the little fart faint. "Ohmygawd," he breathed in one, terrified breath. "Not the school board. They'd never believe me."
"Do we get to fuck unicorn style or not?" I asked. My bladder was more than filled with hot urine, and I itched to release it over the little man's face.
His narrow, round shoulders sagged.
"I have no alternative," he gave in. "Anything you want. But," he added, his face and eyes filled with concern, "all of the urine on the floor will cause quite a mess. And our names are logged in the record book. They'll know we went back here. It could be difficult to explain. And you are jeopardizing your scholarship, too."
He had a point. But I wouldn't let him off the hook so easily. "My folks are away for the evening. We'll get in the bathroom, and really have a unicorn fuck. Getting pissed on isn't all the things they like from a female."
The teacher shuddered. "Nothing more drastic, I implore you," and he really did look and sound as though he was in great distress.
"Let's go," I ordered. "I have to take a great, big leak, and can't hold it much longer. It's earmarked for your face."
"M… My face?" he asked, and continued to shudder. "Must it be over my face?"
"That's where the unicorns love to get it," I informed him, and turned to leave the stacks. "Hurry on," I called over my shoulder. "I can't hold this piss all night."
We reached my home in record time, and fortunately my parents were away for the evening. Without uttering a word, I headed up the stairs towards the bathroom, and pulled the reluctant suitor behind me. Once I entered the john, I quickly disrobed, and turned to confront the fortyish-aged man with my young and naked body.
"You like?" I asked and held out my arms as though I was modeling for a magazine cover.
The henpecked, little man looked down at my nudity, my full-blown tits, my curved body lines, and tangle of hairs that swept wildly around the cuntal trench, and the long, and shapely legs. I turned to give him an eyeful of the buttock area, the sloping ass-cheeks and well-defined cleavage between the cheeks and the long, rectal hairs that stuck out of my asshole like a wiskbroom. But I couldn't model for too long a period. I had to piss and in the worst way. But I wouldn't let one drop loose until the timid balled man's face was firmly positioned beneath my cunt.
"Take your clothes off," I ordered, curtly. "And get into the bathtub. Hurry. No time to waste."
The high school teacher did as ordered. And when he finally, stepped out of the last of his clothes, I was greatly surprised to discover the man was very well hung. The dick hung loosely down and almost reached his knees. Under the stress of the moment the tissues of the penis had not, as yet, hardened. To the contrary, the hose was limp and soft and pathetic looking. At the moment, it didn't matter. I wanted to use another part of his body.
"Let's make out, animal style," I snapped. Or to be more precise, we were going to emulate the sexual habits of the legendary unicorn, the horse-like animal with a great, curved horn between his nostrils, and great wings jutting out from the side of his abdomen.
Filling the bathtub partially with water, I ordered the teacher to climb inside and lay down. "P… Please," he kept on imploring even as he entered the tub. "Not in my face. Animals don't piss on each other."
"Unicorns loved to get pissed on," I calmly informed him. "It's in every bit of literature I could get my hands on. Something about the female hormones in urine that turns them on. And even if they are mythical creatures, there has to be some basis in fact to the legend."
"True," he agreed, and did as ordered. Sitting down in the tub of warm water, he reclined with his head above the water line. Then, I leaped in afterwards, and quickly assumed the position of the semi-squat over the man's upward-turned face.
Looking down, I stared into his face. The hairs of my cunt touched his lips. I simply couldn't miss the target under such conditions. "Better close your eyes," I advised as I settled into the final position. "Piss can sting."
His lips moved, slightly. Whispering, he asked me to, "Not piss too much. Just a little bit. Just enough to prove your point."
But there was no longer any time left for debate. The walls of my bladder had distended to almost the breaking point. "Here goes," I shouted. "Here goes my heart. Here goes my love…" and the first drops left the confines of my bladder. They bounced against the cheek of his face and trickled down over his lips. To my surprise, the tenseness left him, and the fear also. Now, he looked relaxed, and resigned. Or, more than resigned. He actually looked as though he longed for a gusher of my hot, sensuous piss. Apparently, the first few drops of the golden serum had changed his outlook entirely. And looking over my shoulder I gasped as I saw his once supine penis shudder and start to charge stiffly upward. There was no longer any doubt about the matter. The contact between my hot piss and his face turned this guy on. Blood started to squirt into the channel of his prick, and the meat grew stiffer by the moment.
Smiling broadly, I looked down at him. "My piss is making you hot for the fuck, isn't it?"
Without opening his lips, he nodded his agreement. Yes, he seemed to be saying, your piss is a winner, a lover, a fucker. Let me have it. I'll take all you've got. Every loving, fucking drop of it.
Reading his silent thoughts really heated me up, and permitted me to relax, completely. With this new relaxation, the walls of my bladder sagged and no longer hindered the outpouring of its content. Now, the golden flow started to issue through the pee hole with a steady pressure that spattered all over the man's smiling, and rapturously happy face. His lips twitched and then partially opened…
"More," he breathed. "Give me more of that lovely, hot piss. It… It feels as though I'm getting fucked by your piss. Every drop feels like a hot cunt. Cunttttt," his voice thinned to a long, nasal whine. And to make certain every inch of his skin, every pore of his face soaked up the sexual serum, he twisted his head back and forth as the liquid sprayed from one side of his face to the other.
This reaction on his part got me hotter than a two dollar pistol. If I wasn't already occupied with the piss, I would have insisted he stick his prick deep inside my cunt. But that was impossible for the moment. At any rate, watching him laugh and cry and smile ecstatically as the piss bathed his face excited me, tremendously. And I found myself unable to remain perfectly still. Fortunately, balanced on the balls of my feet, I was able to move despite the position of the semi-squat. Twirling the lower portion of my abdomen around in a semi-circle, I squirted piss from one ear to another and back again. And he couldn't get enough.
"More," he kept shouting. "More piss. Love it. Love it," he babbled over and over again.
Glancing over my shoulder, I noticed that his prick had reached a mammoth size, and the cockhead was swollen to the point of bursting. Indeed, the tissues of the shaft were throbbing visibly which was a tell-tale sign of impending orgasm. A premature ejaculation was something I didn't want.
"No," I shouted. "Don't blow, yet. I've got use for your cock. Don't lose any cream." But to my horror, the man, in an ecstatic trance, bad already reached down, and grabbed hold of the stem. Slowly at first, he started to jack off.
"Noooooo," I shouted, and tried to hurry the elimination of piss by pressuring the muscles of my bladder. All this did was force more hot, sex liquid through the pee-hole and flood more excitement over his face and all over his body. And with this surge of new excitement, his fist pumped up and down his cock-shaft at a greatly accelerated speed. And from the flushed color of his face, his parted lips, the heavenly expression, I knew he was racing towards the blow-off point. In less than a fraction of a minute, the man was going to blow his nuts. There was only one thing to do. And fortunately, enough liquid had left the bladder container to permit me to accomplish my duty.
Squeezing on my bladder muscles, I managed to cut off the flow of liquid. The flow diminished to a trickle, and then to a very few drops. And then, nothingness. His eyes fluttered open.
"Is it… Is it all over?" he asked in a plaintive tone of voice as though silently imploring me to continue the flow. As he spoke, his fist stopped pumping his prick.
"For a while," I informed him. "Be a good, little animal fucker and I'll give you more. But first, you treat my cunt like a unicorn would handle it."
Licking his lips as the taste of my hot piss apparently excited him, he nodded. "Anything. I'll do anything for another hot piss-on. Quickly, tell me what you want."
Still squatting over his face, I issued my next set of instructions. "Okay," I told him to pay close attention. My demands were really quite simple. All I wanted him to do was pretend he was a unicorn with a horn. Naturally, he could use his nose for a horn. And with that nose-horn, he could give me the kind of fuck I needed. Of course, I'd close my eyes and really be able to see a real unicorn, horning my box.
Nodding, he agreed. "Yes, I'll fuck your pussy just as though I was a real unicorn." And without any further explanation of his intent, reached up, grabbed hold of the buttock cheeks, and pulled the lower portion of my body towards his face. The fact that my cunt was still piss-drenched didn't deter him at all. And this time, he didn't close his eyes. He wanted to see as well as taste and feel everything.
Swept up in the excitement of the situation, I cried aloud, "Horn me. Horn my cunt. You're an animal, and all you can smell is my pussy box. Now, give it to me unicorn. Give it to me with your horn."
The high school teacher narrowed his nose by closing or partially closing his nostrils. Now, his nose did, indeed, resemble a horn, or a prick. Then, tilting his head forward, he inserted the tip of his horn-nose between the cuntal lips and let it slide up the wet and hot vagina.
With my eyes closed, I could visualize a great, horselike unicorn with his pricklike horn. In my fantasy, I was laying on my back with legs spread well apart and my snatch door wide open. The animal with head lowered between my legs first sniffed and licked the boiling hot cunt, and then with lust-maddened eyes, lowered his head and charged forward. The horn surged up my cunt. Then, deeply imbedded in the love slot, the animal threw his fuck by charging back and forth with his horn as though he was goring me.
Opening my eyes, I was startled to realize how closely my teacher was duplicating the fucking habits of my legendary unicorn. With almost three quarters of his nose well covered by the cuntal well, he proceeded to pump his head, or to be more exact, his neck, back and forth. Throwing both arms up towards the ceiling, I cooperated by swiveling my hips around and in the manner of a greased piston, forward and backward. Somewhere during the course of all this action, my clitoris had erected, and now as I swung my ass to and fro, the tip of my clit kept pecking into his face, too. This excited him to the point where he opened his lips and tried to snare the wormlike female prick into his mouth. After several aborted attempts, he managed to accomplish this task. And the moment I felt his hot, moist mouth engulf my tantalized cock, my neck snapped backwards until my eyes were staring sightlessly up at the ceiling.
"Suck me," I babbled in a voice that sounded insane. "Fuck me with your horn. This is the way animals do it. Great," I whined in a high pitched squeal. "Simpleeeee greatttt," and the sound continued to hiss through my lips throughout the rest of the horn fuck.
And this time, I couldn't prevent the little man from grabbing hold of his near-bursting prick and jack himself off. His fists flew up and down the shaft as though he was milking an enormous cow tit. He wanted to say something, or curse obscenely but couldn't under the circumstances. Filled with my clitoris, his mouth could only emit unintelligible sounds. But when he reached the point of orgasm, he spit my prick out of his mouth.
Bulging-eyed, he yelped, "Gonna blast off. Blast off. Offffff!" he shrieked. And although my back faced his cock, I knew the precise moment he let go. The cream hurtled out the eye of his prick and spattered all over the small of my back. The gism had attained an exceedingly high temperature and the contact with the fluid almost seared the skin from my back.
This hot sex syrup triggered a dramatic increase in my own body temperature. The heat in my own fuck furnace grew so intense that I couldn't hold back any longer.
"Watch out," I screamed out my warning. I knew the temperature of my cuntal effluent had risen to such an extreme degree that it could very well burn a hole in the man's facial tissues. "Shoot… Shoot… Shooting… Shootingeeeeee…"
Despite my warning, the little man did not try to avert the flow of steaming hot flow. To the contrary, he opened his mouth as though he was going to catch a drink from a faucet. Clearly, he had every intention of swallowing every precious drop of my twat tricklings.
"No, no, no," I screamed out again. I didn't want to be responsible for any body damage.
But again, he refused to pay any attention to me. He opened his mouth even wider and held his lips so close to my cuntal hole that the hairs brushed up against his eyes and chin. Suddenly, the dam broke and my effluent came pissing out as though I was, indeed, taking a leak. The flow of love juice had narrowed into a concentrated path that geysered through one orifice into another… his mouth. But the exceedingly high temperature of the liquid didn't bother him at all. Instead, it excited him all the more. His tongue and jaws and throat worked in continuous and perfect unison as he swallowed every possible drop of the injection.
Finally, I managed to squeeze out every possible drop, and in back, I no longer felt hot gobs of cream puddling against my back. The day of the unicorn had come to an end. But we were both different people when it finally ended. The little fart was no longer quite so timid about sex, and he had changed his ideas about animal fucking.
As I stepped out of the shower, I ordered him to towel my naked body. Quickly, the humble, little man leaped to obey my instructions. And while he was down on his knees, drying my ankles, I calmly informed him that I wanted to get laid by a real animal.
He continued wiping off my feet and ankles, and without looking up, replied in the most casual way. "Of course. It's your nature. From the way you responded to my horn fuck, I haven't a doubt that you were fantasizing yourself with a real unicorn!"
Nodding, I said, "I could see myself with an animal that resembled a horse but had a horn. Now, all I want is an animal. His prick. His tongue. The thoughts almost are driving me up a wall. You've got to help," I insisted.
He stood up. "Yes, I will," he replied. "You were driven wild by the thoughts of an animal. A legendary animal, the unicorn. You would get true fulfillment by screwing a real animal. Let us dispense with that mythical bullshit," he stated, calmly. "You need the real article!"
"Yes, yes," I kept nodding. "The real article. I don't care whether it is a horse or a dog or what. As long as it is an uninhibited animal who will lick and suck my cunt. And who will pump it out in a wild and uninhibited way!" I cried aloud. "I don't want a polite fuck. I want a wild one. One with no apologies, no hangups. No bullshitting around!"
Nodding, the little man informed me that he would arrange the matter for me. However, he then made a rather strange request: "After the animal shoots his load into you, I want to suck your cunt!"
I stared back at him. "You mean…?"
He nodded. "Yes, my dear. Sucking your piss-wet box made me realize my true desires!"
And then he described his rather bizarre true desires. "When the animal's cock cream is still heavy in your twat, I want to go down on you and suck it out. With the animal sperm in my mouth, I know I'll grow boldly wild. Then, I'll do all the things to you I've always wanted to do to a woman!"
This time, I was the one who sounded hesitant. "Such as?" I asked with hesitation.
"You'll find out," he replied with a cryptic smile. "Is it a deal or not? I'll set up the animal fuck for you. But after the animal has shot his load into you, I go down on the still wet twat and suck. Then, I'll have my way with you regardless of what I want to do!"
When I continued to hesitate, the emboldened fart, said, curtly, "Take it or leave it!"
I had no alternative. "I'll take it," I said. "But I'd still like to know what you intend doing after you slurp out my cunt."
He winked. "You'll find out. Leave everything to me. Have you any preference?" he asked as he was about to leave.
"Preference?" I echoed, puzzled.
"A dog. A horse. A rabbit. What do you want?" he asked again.
Without hesitation, I replied, "A horse. One that resembles a unicorn as closely as possible. Perhaps," I added, "just perhaps, it might be possible to strap a horn between his nostrils to complete the illusion?"
"Perhaps," the teacher smiled his engimatic smile. "Keep a tight cunt until I contact you. I don't want you screwing around. I want you hot and horny for your animal fuck."
"I'm hot and horny right now for that colt!" I replied and meant it. But added, "I might jack off while fantasizing a horse."
He thought a while. "Oh I suppose that will be all right," he said after giving the matter a certain amount of deliberation. "Masturbation never really satisfies one. It merely makes one all the more hornier for the real article. And in your case the real article will be a hotblooded colt who has had experience with a human female's cunt."
"Oh wow," I exclaimed. "A colt that has already screwed a girl and loves human pussy. He'll be great. But where are you going to come up with something like that?" I asked. Suddenly, I found myself with a new admiration for a guy I'd always thought of as a poor henpecked asshole of a husband. Now, he was turning out to be a real tiger. The little man even looked taller, and stronger. Did my piss on affect him to this great extent?
The teacher straightened his round shoulders. "Leave everything to me little Miss Cunt-hearts," he chuckled. "Daddy knows best."
"Oh yes, daddy," I replied in a gushing breath. "If you come through for me, I'll give you all the ass you can handle."
He looked sober again. "Just give me your piss-ons," he said in a voice that he held under restraint. The thought of my box squatting over him and leaking piss over his face really turned him on…
"I'll piss on you any time, daddy-farts," I replied, quickly. "But you come up with that colt." Closing my eyes, I rhapsodized. "I can almost feel that long, black prick bolting up my narrow cunt. Oh I know a wild colt would know how to really boss my box." Opening my eyes, I took hold of him. "Hurry and arrange the details. I can hardly wait. My pussy is slobbering already by just thinking about it."
Arranging his spectacles in order to focus on me, properly, he made his announcement. "My plan is going to combine fun with education. In deed, it's one of my pet theories. Education should be fun."
"Agreed," I exclaimed, excitedly.
Nodding, he continued. "Therefore, I have decided to stage a play. The play concerns the Legend of the Wandering Colt. It's from Greek mythology. I believe you recall the story."
"Yes, yes," I said breathlessly. "This Greek prince gets turned into a colt because he has offended the Gods. His sweetheart goes looking for him. When she spots a certain colt in the countryside, she's positive that the animal is the prince. They converse, and then the colt screws his girlfriend."
"That's right," the teacher agreed. "But you've left out all the story. There are other enchanted animals in the countryside. And as the heroine continued her search for her sweetheart, she is accompanied by her girl friends. All of them gets laid by an animal. Of course, according to the legend, the animals are humans who have been transformed into four-legged beasts by the angry Gods."
"Terrific," I exclaimed, heatedly. "I can see it now. Me and my girl friends are out in the woods when we're confronted by all of these enchanted animals. Then, each one of us gets dicked by a different four-legged fucker."
"That's it," the teacher beamed, happily. "You have the story line down pat. And by presenting such a play, we'll be giving our audience a lesson in Greek mythology, and giving them a hot show to watch as well."
I continued. "The audience will be restricted to our students, only. I don't think their narrow-minded parents would grasp our true purpose."
He agreed. "Yes, only a chosen group will be given the honor to watch. And afterwards…" his voice trailed off into a dreamy silence.
But I quickly picked up the meaning of his silence. And I wasn't hesitant about voicing it aloud. "Afterwards, the girls who are really hot-cunted will take turns pissing on you. Is that what you have in mind, sir?" I asked with a wide smile and conspiratorial wink.
The thought of dozens of young, horny girls squatting over him and leaking piss all over his face boned up the teacher again. And from his blushing face, the truth of my assertion was all too obvious.
"Yesss," he said, slowly. "That really would, be grand. It really is heaven to look up and see this hairy cunt leaking piss. And I can also catch a glimpse of the curve of ass. Sometimes, they… they…"
"Fart," I roared with laughter. "That really turns you on doesn't it dear cock?"
"Yes," he said, solemnly. "As a boy in high school I was a fart smeller. Used to go around and sniff the seats on the girls bicycles. But my wife…" and he shuddered.
"Your wife doesn't understand you," I said. "That's why you're going to get your kicks by putting on this play, and watching the high school girls get fucked by animals, and then later getting them to piss all over you."
"Don't forget your other obligation to me," he said and he looked very serious again.
I nodded. "I haven't forgot. After the animal fucks me and drops his load into my pussy parlor, you want to stick your tongue into the snatch and suck out the animal's cock-kum."
He nodded. "I have a theory," he informed me. "The cock cream of an animal once swallowed by a man will give him the animal's strength and courage."
"It's worth a try," I agreed. "If you can get a bone on like an animal, you'll be the most popular guy in town. All the rich, old fart women will be after you. Then, you can throw over your low paying job and really start to live."
"Exactly," he breathed, his eyes shining with hope. "To throw over my dead-end, piss ass job, and begin to live. Really live. Ahhhhh," he sighed. "Yes, I'll suck your cunt after the colt shoots his wad into the channel. I just hope that the stuff really does make a man out of me."
"Or an animal," I added. "Women go for aggressive, animal kind of men. They don't want little mommy boys licking the cunt. They want a real tiger down there."
Blushing, he turned to leave. "I'll make all arrangements for the animal play," he informed me. "Try and recruit a cast of girls who also want animal cock. They'll be in our play, too."
"Leave everything to me," I told him.
Getting other girls in my class interested in an animal fuck wasn't difficult at all. Besides, it wasn't entirely a carnal experience, or an obscene one. It was definitely on the educational side. We all had to memorize the lines in the Greek play. And getting to know each character we portrayed helped us understand the Greek poets much better. We all would be much better Greek scholars for the experience. And so, I did the recruiting as far as the girls were concerned. And our teacher managed to recruit the necessary animals called for in the play. According to the story, the enchanted forest was filled with certain types of animals; a colt, swans, large dogs and rabbits.
The wealthiest girl in class permitted us to use her house to stage the play. As a matter of fact, she had the permission of her parents who wanted their daughter to get good grades in Greek mythology. When informed that it was vital to the spirit of the legend to have the girls fucked by the enchanted animals, the parents happily agreed. They were secret swingers and watching scenes of lust turned them on. Of course, they pretended that they only wanted their daughter to get a good grade.
We managed to set up a stage in the large stable in back of the manison. The audience sat cross-legged on the floor around the stage which was similar to a theater-in-the-round. We were entirely circled by our audience. And everyone was eager for the play to commence.
According to the story, our heroine wanders through the enchanted forest looking for her sweetheart. She knows he has been transformed into a colt. But there are many such animals in the forest. How is she going to recognize her own, true lover? The answer came to her one night: by fucking each colt she encountered. No one could screw like her beloved sweetheart, and this ecstatic, sexual experience would be the only way she recognizes him.
On stage, I recited my long monologue in which I explained to the audience the reason for searching through the enchanted forest. For convenience sake, I was garbed in a mini with no clothing underneath. And I was bare breasted, too. To give the audience an idea of why I was so anxious to find my lost sweetheart, I'd stop every now and then, pull up my mini, and finger my cunt as I gyrated my hips lusciously, and recited certain obscene lines that were in the original Greek poem. I could hear the heavy silence from the audience as I dramatically reamed out my wet cunt with one distended finger.
The older couple who owned the home, sighed, and I noticed a tell-tale bulge in the center of the man's crotch. If I could bone up the old guy, I knew I was getting my message across. Some of the girls started to play with themselves, and one, in anticipation, had brought along a dildo, an artificial cock, and now, she started to bang it in and out of her cunt. The aura of lust hung heavily throughout the stable. The time had arrived to bring out the first animal. Waving to the teacher who was standing in the wings, I whispered, "Time for the animal encounter."
Nodding, he led the colt on-stage and then disappeared. Left alone with the colt, my own cunt started to heat up, severely. The animal's keen sense of smell had already picked up telltale odors from my box and probably from the cunts of the masturbating girls in the audience. At any rate, he already had a long, hard bone on. His erected prick resembled a telescope, black with a huge head at the far end. The enormous balls hung heavily down and almost touched the floor. The nuts looked so squeezeable, and soft that I immediately reached under his two hind legs and pulled them in a teasing way.
This familiarity with the genitals on the animal brought an excited cry from my audience. One or two girls were already exhorting me to "Fuck him." But of course, this wasn't some dirty kind of show. It was a play from Greek mythology, and the play had a definite story line. After my first encounter with the steed, I recited my lines in Greek. I was asking the animal if he understood my words, and wheather or not he was my long, lost sweetheart who had merely been transformed into an animal.
After reciting my lines, I threw both arms around the neck of the animal, and begged him to speak to me. During my entreaties, I kissed him on the mouth, and when this didn't work, lifted up my mini and rubbed my exposed cunt against his mouth.
This bit of oral play really heated up my audience. Suddenly, almost every girl in the stable had pulled up her skirt and was actively masturbating. The older couple who wanted to be in the swim with the younger set, were also jacking off. Quickly, I unfastened my skirt and let it slide to the floor. Then, with one, expert twist, I shrugged off my blouse. No, I was standing perfectly nude before the wild-eyed horse whose cock had already telescoped down to the floor. One, enormous drop of cream trickled out the eye, and the entire audience almost climaxed.
"Ohhhhhh," the girls sighed. "That colt is ripe for fucking."
We had reached the point in the play where it was permissible for me to seduce the steed. But from now on, I was on my own. In the play, the Greek poet had merely stated that the girl and the colt had sexual relations. He didn't go into specifics. How I'd seduce the animal and the position I'd take with such a large one was strictly left up to me. And my audience was getting impatient and restless for the real article. They wanted to watch a high school girl fuck an animal. And they wouldn't settle for less. They certainly wouldn't settle for some kind of simulated show. They were on fire to see a real animal prick slide and bang hungrily into a wide-open female pussy. A willing female pussy. And mine certainly was more than willing.
From the wings, the little teacher, his face blazing with excitement, motioned for me to go ahead with the sexual seduction scene. I had come to the part where I was convinced the colt was indeed, my former lover. And I was going to prove it to myself by tasting his cock. But how did a teenage girl screw a large and heavy colt. And for the first time, I began to realize that the size of the prick was even too large for a gigantic, Amazon of a woman. My tiny hole would hardly accept such a bone. But now, it was much too late to back out. The teacher and all the girls in my class expected me to perform in front of them. And after the big mouthing I had been doing about getting laid by an animal, I simply couldn't back down, and refuse to accept what the colt was offering me. But how did a high school girl with a cunt that still wasn't developed accept a cock the size of a telephone pole?
For a while, I could stall for time by going down on the big bat. Dropping to my knees, I crawled under the hind quarters and seized hold of the enormous, black cock. Kissing the skin of the shaft, I rhapsodized in Greek about its magnificence. With one hand, I kept squeezing the huge, balloon-shaped nuts.
"Suck," the chant went up. "Suck the colt's cock – nuzzle the cock," they kept on with stamping feet and clapping hands. A few of the girls had already reached a climax but continued to play with themselves. The older couple were also very busily engaged in erotic play. Apparently, the man required an exciting sight to get it up for him. Once his penis was stretched out into a rigidly hard cock-bone, the wife took charge by gripping it with one hand and masturbating the meat. At the moment, that was nicely being accomplished. The man bent over slightly, as his wife looked studiously down and stroked the bone at a furious pace. His eyes continued to remain focused on stage. If I didn't perform quickly he'd probably lose his starch, and the cock would soften. He wouldn't like that very much.
Once I had managed to slide under the colt's belly, I took hold of his bone and gazed at the meat with eyes filled with rapture. This was an enormous prick but so lovely, so deliciously lovely. Without further hesitation, I opened my mouth as wide as possible, and let the cock head barge past my lips. The head, as big as a giant's fist, quickly filled my oral cavity and the cheeks of my face swelled out as though I had a terrible toothache, or the mumps. The colt began to neigh and switch its tail and rear back and forth in an attempt to fuck my mouth. As he did, my fingers curled tightly around the sacs called nuts, and this made him buck back and forth all the more wildly.
"Oh wow," the girls shrieked. "Suck him off. Let's see the cream. Make him crack his nuts," and so on.
But I wasn't about to let him loose his sperm so easily. The moment, I took that cock-bone in my mouth, my cunt heated up to such a degree, I felt certain the flesh of my body was going to go up in flames. I wanted to fuck and nothing else would satisfy me, now. Still the problem of putting a kingsized cock in a tiny twat remained. And what position should I adopt? I wondered as I spit the cockhead out of my mouth before the animal could blow his nuts.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck," the chant went up. And this frenzied encouragement stimulated my imagination. There was only one normal way to handle the situation. I would have to adopt a dog-style position. He'd enter me from the rear. There wasn't time to explore more imaginative ways, at the present.
Rolling out from under the belly I quickly adopted the classic dog-style stance. Positioning myself on my elbows and knees, I spread the cheeks of my ass as far apart as possible, and also the cuntal lips. That didn't take much effort as the lips naturally slid apart in anticipation for male prick. The reason I spread my buttocks apart was my desire for that huge and red animal tongue up my ass.
Once I got down on my elbows and knees, the crowd applauded and sat forward in anticipation for the copulatory scene between high school girl and animal. The older couple had even stopped masturbating as they watched with anticipation. None of the girls were playing with themselves, either. Of course, once my cunt accepted that big banger, they'd all commence to finger-fuck again. But for the moment, all was still as they awaited my next move.
Gritting my teeth and squeezing my eyes tight in anticipation for the initial pangs of pain, I waited for the animal to thrust his prick through the doors of my cunt. But instinctively, he knew he was built on too enormous a scale to barge in without a preliminary kind of attention. Bending his strong neck down, he opened his mouth and let his long, wide, velvety tongue roll out. For a moment, I thought he wanted to lap my ass. But no, I was wrong. He was interested in such foreplay. He had every intention of opening up my cunt to his love organ. Consequently, he started to lick and tongue my opened cunt hole. The moment, the cuntal lips felt his sensuous oral appendage slide over the genital area, the walls of the vagina, automatically widened. Juices spurted through the pores and provided lubrication, and the lips kept twitching in anticipation for the entry of animal cock into cunt.
After a while, the very clever and knowledgeable animal reared back, took his tongue out of my cunt and surveyed the situation by nuzzling the lips with his nose. Satisfied that the hole might accommodate his prick, he positioned his hindquarters over my rear end and aimed his weapon directly at the exposed and quivering cunt hole.
"Go, go, go," the girls chanted in unison. And from the far end of the stable, I noticed that the older couple had resumed the masturbation scene with added vigor.
Gently, the huge animal slid his tool forward. The cockhead remained a few sizes larger than the hole. But by humping back and forth, he managed to open the entrance a bit wider. Then, with one concerted effort, he heaved forward and the huge fist of a head barged its way into the tunnel. It felt as though my entire body was a cunt, and that the huge appendage filled up every cavity possible. Naturally, this successful entry of animal prick into girl cunt was met with thunderous approval by one and all. Their shouts reverberated against the walls and rafters of the stable.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck," they chanted in unison. And even the older couple were swept up in the fever of the moment. They, too, shouted and carried on and exhorted the colt to finish the job. In the wings, my little school master watched with twitching lips. He wanted the colt to spill his cream in and over, my pussy. Then before one and all, he'd go down on me and lap up every drop. He too, motioned for the colt to finish the job. Between his legs, his cock had tented out his trousers to an enormous extent. Juices were already slobbering down his lips and chin in anticipation of the cunt suck with the animals cream. I simply couldn't let him down.
But the colt had no intention of quitting on me. Once he managed to insert his dickhead past the outer cuntal lips, he began to whinny and neigh and buck back and forth with such enthusiasm that the long shaft quickly barged its way down the tube of twat. At first, it was painful. But it was an ecstatic kind of pain. Never before in my life had I ever felt such a sensation. An animal's prick feels so much more exciting than the kind possessed by a mere boy or man. My neck snapped back, and I let out a howl that sounded like a bitch in heat… This long, low, sexy whine really got my audience stirred up. The masturbating resumed in earnest, and the older couple were not masturbating each other. While she continued to flail away at his cock-bone, he had yanked up her skirt and was finger-fucking her mature, and hairy box.
Meanwhile back on the stage, the colt had managed to shove his tool deep into my twat. In fact, the cockhead had hit bottom.
"Go, lover," I screamed at the top of my lungs. "Fuck my cunt. Bang that big, beautiful animal prick into my pussy. Don't stop. Please don't stop. Tear it to shreds. Tear my cunt to shreds," I continued to screech, and wail.
Swept up in the contagion of the excitement, the colt started to fuck for real. Once his cockhead had managed to make a complete and full penetration, he pulled it part way back and commenced the animal action. With his hind legs bent almost to the ground, he started the copulatory movement. At first, he moved back and forth in a slow, measured way. But gradually, he picked up momentum, and towards the end was humping back and forth at such a rate of speed, it was almost impossible to keep track of the action. His tail flew up and down, his balls swung crazily around, juices dropped from the base end of his cock-shaft.
Finally, I tried to scream out a warning to one and all that I was fast reaching the point of no return, the blow-off point. The walls of my vagina were leaping back and forth like a skipping rope, and juices continued to stream through the pores of the inner pussy walls. I tried to warn my audience, and especially my high school teacher. But I couldn't. The only sound I could coax through my throat was a hoarse and unintelligible one. For a few wild moments, I was afraid the frenzied fucker would split my entire body down the middle. Then, it happened.
The colt's nuts broke. A Niagara-like flow of cream foamed through the eye of his cock, and splashed into my cuntal tunnel, filled it up and spilled over the brim and down my thighs. I never thought he'd ever go dry. Surge after hot surge of cock-kum splattered all over the cheeks of my ass. Of course, the sensuous feel of cream and the increase in my body temperature triggered out my own responses. The walls of my cunt flung out its effluent which intermingled with the thicker, richer, animal stuff. Finally, the long pole of cock began to lose its rigidity, and ability to make a proper penetration. Ruefully but depleted, the colt let his tool slip weakly from my widened hole.
In almost the same instant, the high school teacher ran on stage, pushed me onto my back, spread my legs, and commenced to slurp the cream from my cuntal container. The feel of his tongue brought me to another climax, and the double blow-off was so intense that I almost passed out. But I wanted more animal cock. From that moment on, I knew I was hooked on sex with animals…