Imaginative and yet practical, seventeen-year-old Cora H. turned to animal sex in her last year at high school. She was a scholar of Greek mythology which contains many legends of man-animals who fornicate with human females. These man-animals of mythology were invested with superhuman qualities, and the girls they made love to gave birth to superhuman children. Because of her love of Greek literature, Cora H. cast herself in a heroic mold refusing to accept the fact that her parents were average citizens, and she was an average girl. She wanted desperately to be different. Coital relations with animals made her different, she firmly believed. In brief the case subject was fleeing from the reality of her life.
When Cora H. was willing to see herself and her true role in life divested of fanciful legends and myths, she responded to treatment and lost all desire for animal coitus.
Case Subject: Irene T.
Age: 14
Sexual History: The daughter of a postman, Irene T. ranked solidily in the middle class socio-economic status mold. Her parents weren't poor, and they weren't rich. But Irene's mother was a social climber. She wanted her daughter to associate with sons and daughters of the upper class. Indeed, she wanted Irene to eventually marry a boy from a wealthier, more socially prominent family. Since she was a pretty and extroverted girl, Irene was accepted by wealthier pupils in her high school. But in order to retain that acceptance, she had to go along with their ways. And since, animal coitus was popular amongst the upper class girls, Irene had to prove to them that she, too, preferred this kind of sport. Entering into animal sex reluctantly at first, she grew to enjoy having sexual relations with a variety of animals.
ANALYST: The original idea of having animal sex was not your own?
IRENE: No.
A: Who gave you the idea.
I: The girls in my set.
A: Your set? You mean girls from wealthier families?
I: Yes.
A: Didn't you associate with girls who came from families like your own?
I: No. Not as a rule. Mother didn't want me to. She insisted I better myself.
A: Better yourself?
I: Yes. By going with girls from wealthier families.
A: And meeting boys from wealthier families, too.
I: That's right.
A: Did that include sex?
I: Sometimes. Mom didn't mind if I fucked a boy from a better family. I'm on the pill.
A: How did animals sex come up?
I: This club I belonged to. All the better class girls belonged. One day, the president of the club told us she fucked a dog. She wanted us to try it, too.
A: To keep up with these rich girls, you engaged in animals sex?
I: That's right.
A: Did the idea appeal to you?
I: Not at first.
A: Later on?
I: After I got a taste of the animal prick, I went wild. No wonder these rich kids go for animals. They're the best-fucks I've ever had.
A: Were you in any way influenced by adults?
I: In a way.
A: Explain yourself.
IRENE: That day the president of our club told us about animals fucking, I almost threw up. As much as I wanted to be accepted by the rich kids, I didn't think I could go through with it. But the president of our club, a girl by the name of Cissy, insisted that each and everyone of us had to screw some kind of animal. And I protested at first.
"If my mom finds out I fucked an animal she'll skin me alive," I told Cissy.
"Bullshit," the feisty girl replied. "My mom fucks animals and loves it."
I looked shocked. I knew that Cissy's mother was a divorced woman, and that she dated a very nice boyfriend. This information shook most of us up. And finally retorted, "I don't believe it. I know your mom, and she's going with a real nice guy. Looks like he's well hung, too. Why would she fuck a dog?" I demanded to know. To say that my voice sounded skeptical would be putting it mildly.
But Cissy insisted that she was telling the truth. "I'll prove it," she literally spat out her reply. She didn't like to be disputed. "Mom's meeting her boyfriend tonight. And I'm almost certain they're going to have a three-way fuck. If you're all quiet, we'll spy on them. Then, you'll know I'm telling the truth."
"Three-way fuck," we echoed, incredulously. Most of us didn't even know what Cissy was talking about. How could a human female and a human male have a three-way fuck.
"With a dog," Cissy informed us and she was laughing now at our ignorance. According to her explanation, her mother and boyfriend would ball each other and the dog made a threesome.
I still didn't really get the real picture. But Cissy had fired my imagination, and curiosity. The other girls were excited, too. We all wanted to witness the love affair between an adult man and woman and a dog. Naturally, I had heard of three-way love affairs between two women and a man, or two men and a woman. But this was the first time, I'd ever heard of such a thing. Cissy's mother was a very attractive woman of about forty, tall, blonde and well-hung in a feminine way.
After the meeting, we all agreed to meet that evening at Cissy's home. She told her mother that she had to hold an emergency meeting of the club. The meeting was supposed to be held in the rumpus room which adjoined the main house. Her mother agreed.
When I arrived, Cissy introduced me to her mother and her mother friend, a tall, gray-haired but distinguished looking gentleman. He had to be about fifty but tall, athletic, elegantly dressed and very highly polished. His manners were impeccable, and I simply couldn't visualize him fucking a dog. By the same token, I couldn't visualize Cissy's mother screwing a dog, either.
All of the girls in our club gathered in the rumpus room but after a while, Cissy led us back to a window outside of her mother's bedroom. The couple were already evident, and with them was an adorable looking black dog. His name, in fact, was Nigger. Cissy's mother stood in the nude having just stepped out of her clothes. She certainly was a knock-out. Tall, with a solid, shapely body and long, nutcracker legs. Even her tits were still perfectly formed with nipples the color and size of weiners. The hair that swirled up around, her cuntal trench shimmered in the soft light and looked like a patch of velvet yarn.
Cissy pointed out. "Look at mom's clit. She's already got a hard on. What a beaut."
This was true. The older woman's clitoris was already in a state of full bloom. The sliver of flesh was raised up like an aroused pecker, and the meat glistened with moisture. The cheeks of her ass really looked delicious enough to nibble on. The flesh was so firm, so solid and so milky white. And between the cheeks, a wide cleavage area revealed her brown spot. The woman probably had recently discharged her bowels. But that was all part of the sex scene they were about to throw. She was clever enough to know that the smell of her ass would appeal to an animal, and make him all the hornier.
Her boy friend sure looked groovy, too. He was a tall guy with dark, wavy hair, long sideburns like a true Latin lover. His shoulders were broad, and there wasn't a bit of fat on his body, and was he ever hung! His cock hung down to almost his knees, and even in the soft, supine state, the meat looked edible. The shaft of his dong was thick, and ivory colored, and the head resembled the heart of a goat. All of the girls admired the way the cheeks of his ass curved solidly out wit just a patch of hair in the cleavage. One of the girls licked her lips as though she was already sucking his ass.
"Your mom sure is lucky to have a stud fuck her," I murmured to Cissy.
But the girl kept her eyes glued on the proceedings in the bedroom, and admonished the rest of us to do the same. "Watch the dog," she told us. "That's why we're here. Just watching mom get a piece of ass off her boy friend is no fun. Keep your eyes on Nigger."
The black poodle was standing on all four legs, and patiently waiting a signal of instruction from his mistress. He had been trained to respond to hand signals.
The woman turned to her boyfriend, and patted the side of the bed. "Sit beside me, sweetheart, and neck a while. Let's see if the odor of hot cunt will turn on my niggery sweetheart with four legs."
The guy whose name was Pierre, nodded with a mischievous smile. "I understand, Cheri," he told Cissy's mother. "A little bit of cunt lappery in order, eh?" he asked, and quickly sat down beside the woman and took her in his arms. He sure knew how to put the pressure on. His tongue shoved its way past her lips, and his hands started to tug and pull at her tits and nipples. Every so often, he'd bend over and suck a nipple between his legs. During this initial stage, the man's French fuck piece slowly raised up, stiffened and changed color. This process was aided and abetted by the woman's shapely fingers which were skilled, and educated. They pinched the soft skin of his nuts, danced tantalizingly up and down the shaft and caressed the cockhead. On his part, Pierre's fingers were busily engaged, also. The thumb and forefinger of his right hand had expertly fished out the woman's clitoris and was now occupied in the act of massaging the sex sliver. This not only impistened up the twat trench but permitted certain odors to waft up, and around the room. The nostrils of the dog began to twitch, and then, as though a verbal order had been given, he leaped between the woman's widely spread legs and proceeded to lap.
This initial lapping exercise on the part of the canine brought a murmur of excitement from the throats of all of us. The thought of a horny animal with his long, wide and juicy tongue flailing away at our cunts turned each and everyone of us on. On my part, I could visualize a dog licking my own heated box. And before I knew what I was doing I had yanked up my mini, dropped my panties and started to stroke and jack the hole of love between my own legs.
Cissy looked at me with approval. "Fine," she said encouragingly. "Get real hot. After mom and Pierre get their nuts off, I'll get Nigger to treat us, too."
"Love it," I breathed. "Love to be sucked off by Nigger."
"Us too," the other girls burbled.
For the first time, I felt as though I had actually been accepted by the girls of my club, and especially by Cissy. I felt good about this feeling of acceptance. But at the moment, I didn't dwell on the matter. I wasn't joking or just trying to be a good sport when I told Cissy I was hot and bothered and really wanted Nigger's dick. All of that was the truth and nothing but the truth. And as testimony to this fact, my fingers flew in and out of my bared and wet snatch at a much faster rate.
Cissy admonished me, "Don't lose all your cunt-kum. You'll need some to give Nigger a good time."
But how was the canine going to fuck me and the rest of the girls after he dropped his copious load into the already slobbering snatch of Cissy's mother?
In the bedroom, the scene had heated up considerable. Pierre, the Frenchman turned out to be an asslicker. On the bed, Cissy's mother was laying on her side. Her legs were still wide apart and the dog had reared up on his hind legs to suck cunt. But she had reared over considerably to permit one cheek of her ass to rear up in the air as though she was about to expel gas. In brief, her asshole was free. But not quite. Pierre's face was firmly wedged between both cheeks and from the way his jaws kept moving, it was clear that his tongue was darting in and out of the rectal orifice. He was eating her asshole.
"Oh wow," I exclaimed, excitedly when this fact struck me. "She's getting her cunt lapped in front by a hot and horny nigger dog. And she's getting her ass licked by a hot and horny Frenchman. How lucky can a girl get?" I asked the others.
No one, including Cissy replied as each and everyone was absorbed in their own imagination and dreams triggered by the hot scene of male and animal oral love. And by now, each girl was masturbating in her own, unique way. One girl had brought along a sausage, another a carrot, and several were using their fingers to best advantage. One girl turned out to be an asshole lover. Instead of shoving a finger up the cunt, she had inserted one in her rectum and was zigging and zagging it back and forth.
But I didn't dwell on the activities of the girls. I was more concerned and excited by the scene of lust in the bedroom. It turned out that the oral play was only a beginning. After a while, the woman's cunt was drenched with juices from the dog's mouth and from her own inner valley of love that kept discharging them out. And Pierre's cock-bone was stiff enough to penetrate a cunt of steel.
After the woman blew her cunt for the fifth time, she pushed the black animal away from her slobbery box, and pulled her ass away from Pierre's mouth. From the color of her blazing cheeks, I knew she was on fire.
"Fuck," she moaned. "Got to fuck. Hurry. Can't wait for my black nigger and my French tongue sucker."
Another thought struck me about the woman's actions and utterances. She kept referring to the black animal as though he was not only human hut a negro male. This WASPISH woman, living in a totally segregated society had always lusted for a hot sex affair with a black man. To be seen openly with a black would ruin her social standing. But with the black animal, she could fantasize that she was, indeed, getting horned by a nigger man. Probably this thought of inter-racial sex heated her up, too. At any rate, I noticed that was reserving her cunt for the black dog. The dog had managed to get his tongue between her legs. And now, the black dog was going to get his prick between her legs. The woman's ass remained open for the Frenchman. And now, I realized why she had chosen Pierre for her human lover. He was an ass man, a guy who went down instinctively on a woman's smelly ass. He probably loved cunt, too. But his main source of delight resided between the cheeks of a woman's ass, and that suited Cissy's mom, perfectly. In fact, it worked out with her plans. The dog went for her cunt and the man for her ass. The woman had brains!
But yet, that particular set-up was going to present certain problems of positioning, I thought. If the dog was going to screw the cunt, and Pierre was going to either lick or fuck her asshole, how were they going to arrange themselves? This particular problem had been well considered by the three lovers as they went into their three-way fuck routine without a bit of hesitation. They were old professionals when it came to finding themselves on a bed. But in taking their positions, they surprised all of us in the club including Cissy who had never watched the three-way fuck before.
In the bed, the woman turned the black poodle over on his back. In that manner, his prick was sticking straight up in the air. All the while, she was talking to him in a sweet and low tone of voice, a tone reserved for each other by lovers.
"My darling nigger man," the white woman breathed lovingly to the dog. "I've always wanted to fuck a black nigger. The blacker the better. Oh black man, this white bitch is going to take that long, black prick of yours and stick it up her lily white snatch." And having made this statement, the woman straddled the dog in the woman-on-top-of-man position, took hold of his stiffly erected cock and stuffed it between her cuntal lips. In short, the woman was on her knees and elbows, astraddle the black dog and with her ass sticking high up in the air. The cheeks were spread well apart and the brown spot was visible to all of us. The brown spot was especially visible to her male lover who gazed down on the female asshole with a look of rapturous adoration.
Pierre quickly took his place behind the white-assed woman. Still gazing with longing eyes down at the huge buttocks, he grasped each cheek with claw-like fingers, and dug those fingernails into the flesh. Then he ripped them even wider apart until the hairs around her asshole were clearly visible. First, he bent over and imparted a loud, wet, French kiss directly over the browned-up hole.
"Cheri," he murmured to the asshole. "You are adorable. So lovely. So sweetly smelling," and he licked his lips. The odor of her asshole still clung to his mouth and nostrils as he took hold of his now aroused prick and guided it slowly, tenderly between the spreading buttocks and into the hair-rimmed rectum. The cockhead, purplish-colored and the size of a boulder didn't plunge easily into such a small diamatered cavity. This took a bit of doing, and tested every bit of his expertise. First, he banged the head back and forth at the tiny opening. Each thrust widened it a bit more. And to facilitate the business of opening up this rear-end door of love, he bent over again and stuck his tongue into the smelly shit hole. Bucking backwards, the woman shoved her ass until the man's face disappeared between the globes of rear-end flesh. But all the time, he was busily engaged in the matter of widening the hole. After a while, he withdrew his salived up face and reared up on his knees. He was going to try again. And now, he met with success. The muscles of the rectum had been softened by all his oral attentions. As he thrust forward now, the hole flew wider apart and the cockhead invaded the tunnel of rear-end fuckery.
The instant, Cissy's mother felt that huge knob of cock barrel into her asshole, she commenced her dog fuck. Her hips dropped down, and the long, narrow but exceedingly hard cock of animal disappeared between the scabbard of the woman's cunt.
The black dog let out a howl. And this noisy reaction from the animals heated the woman up to an even higher degree. "Oh my black lover-prick," she screeched in a voice that sounded very much like a bitch in heat. "Does my black as midnight nigger man want mommy's white as a lily cunt?" And without waiting for a reply, she proceeded to throw her ass at the dog with an ever increasing momentum. Her shapely, white body crushed down against the soft, black fur and the red-as-blood prick disappeared into the white pussy. When she bucked back, a bit of the cock became visible. But she didn't remain raised for a very long period. Down came her body with such a thud, I thought she'd crush the dog, or at least, suffocate him.
All the while, in back of her, Pierre was very busily engaged, too. The object of his loving attentions was, of course, the smelly asshole. After the first few initial thrusts of penetration, he had managed to dip his bone down deep into the very recesses of her bum. In fact, his penetration of asshole was so deep that his balls almost crushed up against the curved seat of her ass. And once this total penetration had been accomplished, he proceeded to bang back and forth in regular and normal like copulatory movements. But instead of fucking the woman's cunt, he was burrowing back and forth into her widening asshole.
The situation almost burned the flesh from my own body. In her front, the woman was being stuffed with the prick that belonged to an animal. And in back, an almost foot-length male prong was whistling in and out of her asshole. Dog and man thrust forward with such tremendous heaves and grunts, I felt certain that their cockheads would meet and band together at some point deep within the body of the very fortunate woman.
From the look in her eyes, perhaps both cockheads were banging together inside of her. Nothing but the whites of her eyes were visible, and foamy spittel trickled from the corners of both lips and dribbled down over her chin. The huge titties flew and joggled back and forth as her hips increased the tempo of the fuck. Both of her ass cheeks jellied and waggled around as Pierre pumped the hole in dead center of those cheeks. And that rear-end tunnel must have felt deliciously moist and yet tight. His eyes were partially closed, his lips clamped tight, the muscles or his face tight and tense. His balls flew around like the propellers on an airplane…
Words trickled from his mouth, unintelligible words. "Smells good," the Frenchman gurgled as his nostrils twitched back and forth, rabbit-style. "Asshole smells so fuckingly good…"
My first impression of the handsome, Latin lover had been correct. He was definitely an ass-man. The curving slopes of ass-flesh, the way the cheeks were parted, the brown, inner valley and the tufts of curling, sharply-pointed rectal hairs invigorated him to the point of orgasm. Indeed, without the stimuli afforded by all of this back-end equipment, he probably wouldn't be able to discharge. He was quite content to restrict his attentions to the exclusive and all-important rear end. By the same token, the dog who was given exclusive rights to the woman's frontal aspect didn't begrudge Pierre's attentions to his human sweetheart. To the contrary, he probably welcomed them as the man's furious and continued pumping of the shithole unleashed increased odors that would have otherwise been trapped inside the tiny, back hole.
As for Cissy's mother, she was ecstatic. To have both a human lover and an animal one had to be the hidden desire of most women. And she was living out her fantasies. Let other, more inhibited women jack off while fantasizing about animals and men reaming out their love holes with simultaneous thrusts of prick. This woman had turned those fantasies into a reality. And from the look on Cissy's face, I could tell she was bursting with pride. Her mom was one in a million. And we all envied her.
"Isn't mom the greatest," she kept murmuring but more to herself than to the other girls. "I'm going to be as free as mom, as uninhibited, as beautiful…"
This last description was not an exaggeration by any means. Cissy's mother did look beautiful as both animal and human pricks plunged in and out of her body. Indeed, her face had smoothed and looked much younger, her body had firmed, and the actions of her hips and arms reflected those of a much younger woman. She was getting youth injections by having two lovers, one human, the other animal. And now it became a race. Who was going to blow his nuts first. Animal or human?
Cissy informed us: "Pierre always wins because he gets so Goddamned excited by mom's asshole. Especially when it begins to really let out strong odors. In a few seconds, he's going to splatter cock-cream all over her ass."
"How selfish," I muttered out loud. "He, at least, should have the courtesy of waiting for your mother to blow her cunt."
Cissy giggled. "Oh, mom doesn't mind. In fact, the splash of all that hot semen inside her asshole and over the sensitive skin of her buttocks, increases her own body temperature. Her own fuck furnace gets so hot, she'll blow out twice the load. And she'll feel much better. Besides, her dog Nigger will keep on plugging her until the fatal moment. He's been programmed to blow his nuts at the precise, psychological moment. That's the beauty of getting a trained dog for a lover. He'll give you the kind of satisfaction he's been trained to give."
I looked incredulous. "Even if he wants to blow his own nuts, he won't?" I asked.
"Correct," Cissy explained. "No matter how hot he is, he'll perform exactly as trained."
As we turned our attention back to the activities in the bedroom, there wasn't any doubt that the psychological moment described by Cissy was fast approaching. It didn't look possible that the double-sided action could continue another second. The eyes of the woman had turned inward, and kept rolling-around like a couple of ball bearings, her shapely, smooth lips became twisted out of proportion, her oval face had thinned and she kept muttering the foulest obscenities that any of us had ever heard. Perhaps, some inner demon had taken possession of her mind and body.
"F… F… Fuck me," she spattered out her lewd demands. "F… Fuck me… S… Struck me…" She could no longer form words that were in any way intelligible to any of us. But she knew what she was saying. In spite of the inner anguish of an ecstatic nature, a beautiful smile wreathed her face as she urged both front and rear lover to reach completion.
And Cissy had been right about Pierre. He was now teetering on the edge of collapse. His voice turned hoarse as he belched out his own brand of obscenities. "Love that asshole," he chirped. "Smells so good… so shitingly good…" His arms flailed the air wildly as though fighting off a horde of invisible demons, his fingers had turned into claw-like appendages, his hips vibrated like a pair of struck cymbals in a band. And with one gigantic heave of his prick into the woman's asshole, he let everything go. Cream spurted deep into her asshole, filled up the tunnel and then backed up to spill over the curved lower cheeks of her ass and down her legs. The heat must have really burned into that sensitive rear-end skin. She let out a yelp that sounded canine in origin.
Perhaps the sound was canine in origin. Perhaps, in generation past, there were canine relatives. At any rate, the sound seemed to have meaning to her black dog named Nigger. His large, saucer eyes grew even rounder and more glassy. And he humped his hindquarters back and forth at a decided increase in the tempo of the fuck. At the same time, the woman who was astride him increased her own fucking movements until it was almost impossible to keep track of either body with the naked eye. Bodies of woman and dog seemed fused, blended together, and it was not possible to really distinguish where black, dog fur ended, and where white, woman skin began. Every now and then, we were treated to a flash of blood-red, dog cock as it partially left the douched-up hole of love. The sight of the red bone brought a series of excited murmurs and sighs from all of us girls. At that moment, we were all confirmed dog fuckers in our minds. We certainly were convinced of the advantages of having a dog, or animal lover. But we didn't do too much introspection at the moment. Our eyes were glued to the fast-reaching finale in the bedroom.
Nigger yanked his neck back until his eyes were staring vacantly at the wall behind him. Pierre had already collapsed onto the bed and the dog's vision in rear of him was no longer obscured. He, too, started to let out a series of blood curdling yelps. Apparently, the cream of love had leaped from his testicles and started to rush uninterruptedly down the shaft towards the exit through the eye on his cock. Of course, this onward rush made the sides of the shaft bulge out, and the cockhead must have swelled to the size of a truck-driver's fist. These changes in the dimensions of Nigger's prick signaled Cissy's mother. The walls of her cunt were flapping like a sheet in a wind storm. Then, all hell let loose. Both she and the dog spit sex cream at the same time.
As the woman blew out her load, she heaved the lower portion of her abdomen down with such a hard thrust, she almost crushed the poor animal. He let out a series of aggrieved yelps. Still, his discomfiture didn't prevent him from shooting upwards into her fuck funnel. We all could see the dog dew rocket forward and then spill backwards. It seemed to our uninitiated eyes that the semen of a discharged animal was much thicker, richer and creamier than the stuff that shoots out of the human male muscle of cock. For instance, Pierre's dick which was now in a limpid state, was still covered with sex serum. The liquid did look thinner, and feebler than the more desirable stuff from the dog's dick.
At any rate, after a full minute of shooting serum, dog and woman collapsed and soon, all three lovers remained in an exhausted state, unable to communicate with each other until the shock waves wore off. They all looked utterly happy and content. The ecstatic smile remained firmly affixed to the face of the woman, and she curled up as though to catch a few winks of well-deserved slumber. The dog Nigger had rolled over on his side, and kept panting with long tongue sagging out of his mouth and a weary look on his poodle face. As for Pierre, he was so worn out by his efforts in the woman's asshole that he hadn't, as yet, even attempted to clean himself off. There was a great deal to wipe away from his body. His cock was not only shining from his own discharged matter but a great deal of liquid shit coated the now shriveled skin of the penile shaft. This man had dug deep into the rectum with his tool to reach the seat of her love. That rear-end seat happened to contain a great deal of odoriferous shit. That didn't bother him. Indeed, it had excited him, and now he luxuriated in sniffing his peter. In a short while, these odors would arouse him again. But for the moment, he was content to relax with his wrinkled but shit-coated penis before his happy face.
Silently, Cissy, myself and the rest of the girls crept back to the rumpus room where we called a meeting to order. Without a single dissenting voice, we resolved to experience the joys of animal sex.
I held up my hand for the chairlady to recognize me. When Cissy nodded for me to speak, I stood up. "We all want to get fucked by an animal. Whether it's a dog, a horse or whatever, we don't care. As long as it is a hard cock of a four-legged fucker, we don't care. But," I added, a bit hesitantly, "are we going to get a two-way reaming, or not? Are we going to have a human cock in front and an animal cock in back? Or vice versa?"
This matter of finding an animal and a human lover to give us love assaults from both ends stimulated a great deal of debate. Finally, we reached the only conclusion, possible. We were unanimously agreed that we'd all find an animal lover, and fuck in front of the rest of the club members. But whether or not we brought along a boy friend was up to the individual girl. That part remained optional. We could experience the two-way reaming if it was advantageous. But the only part of our resolution that was binding was the animal screw. Each and everyone of us had to find a proper animal lover, and perform during one of the club meetings.
From the look in Cissy's eyes I knew that it was imperative that I perform with an animal. I was the only girl who came from a middle class family. The other girls had parents who were quite wealthy, and there had been a great deal of discussion about my fitness to belong to such an exclusive group. After all, the mental outlook of girls from the wealthier class is different than one from my class. I simply had to prove to them that I did belong. And so, I was probably more motivated than the others to prove my acceptability into the group. In fact, I was so determined to prove my worth that I set out to find both a man and a dog to perform with. In this way, I'd be demonstrating that I was as good as Cissy's mother, and she was the social leader of the city. And the fact that I could handle a two-way fuck would further prove my worth.
But as I quickly discovered, the chances of a fourteen-year-old girl of finding experienced sexual partners are slim. Grown males are scared to death of me. They think of me as jail bait regardless of how much they'd like to get a piece of my ass. And how did one go about finding a dog that had been trained to service a young girl? There were probably plenty around, but they were only available to grown-up women with plenty of money to buy them. I had only a few dollars of allowance money. And despite my frantic efforts to find such lover-fuckers, my search proved fruitless. And the more. I explained my difficulties to Cissy, the angrier she became. Several of the other girls had already located animals to fuck. I was one of the few girls who had come up with nothing at all. Perhaps, she was beginning to think, I didn't belong in their club after all.
"But I don't know where to find a trained animal," I protested. "They're expensive. And they won't sell one to a girl of my age even if I did have the money which I don't."
Cissy's face thinned with anger. "Goddammit, don't bother me with details. Get an animal and fuck for us, or you're out of the club. And don't take all year about finding one, either," she warned.
I was almost shattered by Cissy's threat to kick me out of the club. Even my parents would have been upset. They were snobs and quite often bragged to their middle class friends that I belonged to a real snooty club at high school and was accepted by all of the girls from wealthy families. They firmly believed that someday I'd meet a boy through such connections and marry into a wealthy family. Money seemed to mean so much to them. And as a dutiful daughter, I wanted to please them. But now, it was something more than trying to merely please my parents. First, I had to admit to myself that I really wanted to get hosed by an animal. Secondly, the whole thing had become a challenge. I felt inside that I was every bit as good as those snobby girls in the club. Now, was my chance to prove it. But time was fast running out for me.
By the remotest kind of coincidence, I wandered into a pet store with the hope of interesting the owner into selling me a trained dog. The owner was a real, old guy with thick, gray hair, sandpaper like skin, and watery, reddish eyes that seemed to have trouble in keeping a proper focus. His hands trembled, and generally, he appeared to be a physical wreck. Still, there was something about the way his eyes bounced over the curves of my body, lingered a while on my tits, and ass. The old fart was horny, or was it all in his mind? And if he possessed erotic ideas dancing around in his feeble mind, wouldn't he have trained animals for sale?
"I'm looking for an animal," I told him, bluntly…
He didn't reply. But he continued to look sharply at the curve in my ass. He followed me around the shop, as I looked in this cage and that one, at the various animals up for sale. When we were in back of the store where we were quite alone, and private, I quickly took hold of my skirt and pulled it up past my waist. I wasn't wearing my panties on that day, and I deliberately gave him an eyeful of hot cunt.
Again, the old man didn't say anything. But he did look down at my pussy with its deep cleft and black hairs that curled so tantalizingly up at him. My firm and shapely legs seemed to appeal to him, too. And remembering Pierre's preference for the female rear end, I turned slowly around and bent over to give him a close up inspection of my rear attributes. Reaching back, I took hold of one ass-cheek and pulled it wide apart. I could hear the old geezer breathing heavily, and when I turned around, and dropped my mini skirt, the tell-tale bulge between his legs was quite apparent. Finally, he spoke.
"You looking for a fuck?" he asked, his eyes still raping the curves of my body. They literally burned through the fabric of my skirt.
"You looking for one?" I countered his question.
Nodding, he continued in his slow drawl. "Yessss. But didn't expect one from a young, high-school girl. Could get into trouble playing around with jail bait."
"Who is going to find out?" I asked with a mischievous wink. "We're all alone back here. I won't tell anyone if you don't."
My stated desire for sexual relations with him created such a strong pressure on his cock-bone that he unzipped the fly and let the startlingly long prick ease out into exposure. For an old man, he was exceedingly well hung. The prickhead pointed straight up at the ceiling, and the shaft had to measure at least, nine inches. There was room enough in the fly to get a peek at his gray-haired set of balls. The skin was moving, heatedly. This old guy craved young pussy like a dope addict needed a fix.
He started to pant like a dog. "Let's go in the back room. I've got a couch back there."
"For free?" I asked. "You expect to get into my fourteen-year-old cunt for free? You're dreaming, mister. Old farts like you who want to screw me come a nickel a bushel. You'll have to pay."
"Anything," he whined. "Got to fuck you." He shook his long cock-bone at me. "It's been over a year since I got me a good-sized hard on. And it's been longer'n a year since I sank it into soft, hot, juicy pussy. Please," he begged. "Pull… eeze."
Although I did feel sorry for him, and his plight, I continued to shake my head. "Not without coming to an agreement before you stick it in my hot and wet pussy." And to emphasize the desirability of my cunt, I lifted my mini skirt up again, and let him gaze lovingly at the cleft while we bargained.
"Anything you want," he slobbered. "Any… thing."
Continuing to hold up my skirt, I started the bargaining process. "I need an animal to fuck. A trained one. You got one, or not?"
He stared back at me in his stupid, uncomprehending way. "An animal?" he echoed, puzzled.
"You heard me, old farts," I replied, caustically. "And I don't intend to give you a free fuck without an animal. You give me what I want. I'll give you what you want."
He scratched his head. "But an animal. That's kind of difficult. My animals are strictly pets. I buy them from the highest class homes." Then, he stopped suddenly. "There's one that maybe will perform."
I brightened. "You've got a trained fucking animal. Oh swell, pops. Give him to me, and I'll give you your yearly fuck. Come on, old bag of bones, move," I urged.
Still, he hesitated and the rigidity of his prick began to diminish. "It… ain't exactly an animal," he told me with his worried look.
"What is it?" I asked. I was desperate enough to accept anything at that moment. If this old guy couldn't come through for me, I was finished in the club.
"It's… It's a… parrot," he finally told me with a sighing release of breath. "An old parrot. And I'm not too sure, he'll perform."
"What makes you think he might fuck me?" I asked.
He said, "The bird used to belong to an old movie actress. I knew she loved her cock, and yet she was always afraid of men. Never went out with one. When she kicked off, I bought the parrot."
I looked dismayed. "That's not enough grounds to believe he'll do anything for me," I said, sadly. "Just dirty suspicions on your part."
"More than just suspicions," he advised me. "He… talks dirty. Talks as though he's known his way around a woman's pussy."
I brightened. "Can I see him?"
"Yes, of course," the old guy said. "I just hope, he'll do you some good." And he added. "And do me some good, too."
The parrot turned out to be a big, old male. His plummage was on the dull side, and his eyes were dull, too. But as I approached him, he brightened, considerably.
"Fuck me," he cawed out suddenly, flapping his wings, and tilting backward to give me a peek of his long, white and very narrow prick. It was the first time in my entire, life that I had seen a penis on a bird. And this one was a doozy. Apparently, it had slid out from its hiding place from deep within the plummage. Now, blood colored the skin and the cockhead, although tiny, was definite and discernible. And all the while, his beady eyes stared hungrily down at my exposed cunt.
"Does he understand what he's saying?" I asked the shop owner.
The old man shrugged. "Who knows? He used to belong to this old movie actress. And there were a lot of rumors about her screwing animals. Maybe Polly pecker… that's the bird's name… did fuck his mistress."
The more I stared at that ivory-colored cock, the hotter I became. The lips of my pussy began to twitch, and I could feel the heat surge through the opening. Then I remembered that animals, and I suppose birds, too, responded to female odors.
"Hold him close to my cunt and let him sniff," I ordered the old man. "If it affects his bone, then we can be certain, he's a dirty, old bird who wants his nooky."
As instructed, the wizened, old fart picked up the protesting bird and held his beak close to the slit of my pussy park. The instant he began to inhale the heavy odors, and feel the increased temperature of the heated air, his pecker slid out to mammoth proportions. There wasn't a doubt that this bird was responding to my over-heated genitals.
"Do I get my fuck?" the old man asked, hopefully.
"Let's find out about this Polly pecker," I retorted. "If he does a good job, you can give him to me, and I'll give you a taste of pussy."
We took the bird into the back room, where I felt free to disrobe. The sight of my young and naked body not only had an effect on the bird, the old man eased out his tool to cool off the meat.
"Hurry," he pleaded. "Fuck the bird. Then, give me what I need. I've been without female yummy for an entire year."
But how did I go about fucking a large, old bird? Fortunately, I didn't have to make the advances. The parrot, once freed, knew exactly what to do. With his huge and powerful body he flapped against me, and knocked me back over the cot. Then, he mounted my genitals and spread his wings over my body. The feel of his feathers made me even hornier than ever. But how was he going to accomplish entry? I quickly learned the answer to that one. By trial and error, he found the correct hole for his airborne peter. Flying up and down, he kept jabbing the prick down, peppering the crotch area of my body, until the long shaft which resembled a cue stick, dropped into the slot. Once he had accomplished entry, the bird fucked with a series of up and down movements that were really no different than those performed by a human male. But instead of swinging his hips back and forth, he flapped up and down with the aid of his powerful wings.
And I quickly picked up the tempo of the fuck, and returned his love movements. Soon, I was flying back and forth as though I, too, had wings. Perhaps I did. For the first time in my life, I felt free as a bird. I literally soared through the air, and felt invincible. And the sensation of all the flying movement, the persistent prick, and the soft feathers flung me into an ecstatic orbit, and I thought I was flying around the roof of the world.
Unable to merely remain a passive bystander, the old man, fired by the sight of my naked body and the bird-fuck, had started to masturbate. And by one of those rare coincidences, we all managed to climax at the same time. The old man's semen surged across the room like the flow from a water fountain. And the long, narrow prick managed to shoot his cock pellets deep into the heart of my pussy. For a moment, I thought I felt them in my throat. The blast from my own cunt almost knocked the feathered fucker off my body. But eventually, we did collapse.
When I demonstrated the feathered-fuck in front of the club girls, I was the hit of the show. Cissy embraced me, and declared to one and all that I had redeemed myself. Now, I was in solid with the girls, and my membership in the club was assured.
In time, I became the most popular girl in my high school…