Ron Bywood - Beast humping

Isley – All this just to prove you weren't prejudiced?

Julia – No, I would've done it for anybody that asked me. I told you, I dig doing whatever anybody thinks I won't do. Courtland really flipped me. I'd never met anyone so hard to convince – so paranoid. I was feeling groovier and groovier all the time and he was getting more and more frustrated because he couldn't find the place where I'd draw the line. Then he started slapping me around to work off his aggressions and he told me, that he wasn't going to let me go home. He was keeping me around his pad just for kicks. I told him, groovy! I got no place else to go.

Isley – How about getting beaten up? Did you dig that too?

Julia – Aside from helping him work off steam, it did sort of turn me on too, strange as it may sound. I never had been really treated rough – most guys treat me too nice all the time. That gets to be a drag. Getting manhandled that way for once really lit my fire. From then on he punched me around every now and then when he'd get uptight and he'd lay into me with a belt sometimes too. He told me he was gonna pay me back for all the black people in history that had been beaten by whites. That made it all the groovier for me – connecting it up with history and racial guilt that way.

Since then it's been real groovy for me with him all the way. No matter what happens – everything I do for him is paying off installments on our debt to the black race.

It doesn't work for him though unfortunately. I guess the fun in being master over somebody is in seeing him or her suffer. I know it makes him madder than hell that no matter what he does to me I always seem to enjoy it.

Isley – How did this second black man come into the picture?

Julia – Well, Courtland – always looking for a new hassle to lay on me – tried spook me one night by threatening to invite all his friends in for a gang-bang on me. I laughed and said, "Wowhee – groovy."

That made him even madder and he started right in calling up all the cats he knew, but the only one he could get hold of was E.I. He told E.I., "Come on over, man. I got a blonde cunt here that's hot for it."

E.I. came over and he balled me pretty good and after Courtland had told him everything about me, he invited himself to move in and take over half-ownership. It was all the same with me. Since then E.I. has been pretty much taking care of me on the business end.

Isley – Who supports this cozy little household?

Julia – Well, the two guys make bread mostly by loaning me out to their friends. E.I. is the businessman of the crowd. He's always thinking up new ways cash in on me. And we do all right for ourselves, I gotta admit.

Isley – Don't either of them ever work?

Julia – Well, they're poets, you know that doesn't pay off too good. The things I do pay better than the things they do. It's as simple as that. Sometimes E.I. works with me in a fuck-show and then we both make bread for that.

Isley – Is that how the dog act started a way to make money?

Julia – Not exactly. Clarence is E.I.'s dog, and he already had the dog trained to lick his prick just for private pleasure. Then he taught him to lap my pussy and made me suck the dog too. One night when we were all stoned they got the dog to actually screw me for the first time. It worked so good that we began showing it off to other kids we knew for kicks and gradually from there it sort of developed bit by bit into the act that I do now.

But I didn't ever do it in public shows until one night when E.I. and I were putting on a sex-exhibition for this businessmen party. We sixty-nined and stood on our heads and fucked and all our usual shit like that. After we were done they all wanted an encore, but E.I. was fucked out and couldn't cut it I said. "Hey, how about if I do the dog thing, man?"

And that's how it started. Clarence and me have been knocking them dead ever since.

Isley – And now you're a movie star besides. Being at the pinnacle of show business success at last, what do you see in your future?

Julia – Ooh, we're all going to Africa. Kenya, I think. Won't that be groovy?

Isley – Planning to do your dog act in the Nairobi opera house?

Julia – E.I. thinks we could actually do it nightclubs over there in some of those countries. He says those cats flip over blonde chicks over there. We're gonna get a monkey or a baby lion even maybe and work out a whole big sex-scene with different kinds of animals. About four big black men and me – the white Goddess – and then these animals – and everybody will be fucking and sucking everybody – the people and the animals all together – WOW – won't that be wild?

Isley – I don't know if Africa is quite ready for it yet. But good luck to you and all your furry friends and please be sure to drop me a postcard.

Of all the readily available animals found around the farm, probably the pig is the one that the outsider would be least likely to call "lovable". In our jokes and imaginings about barnyard bestiality, we usually picture a sheep, a cow, a goat, or perhaps a horse as the animal partner. Surely no man or boy, even one so depraved as to pollute himself by bestial practices, would be attracted to such an ugly, smelly filthy – wallowing swill eating beast as a pig.

But farm boys know better. When allowed to live in decent conditions, a pig is one of the cleanest of all animals. When he is made a special pet like Lil Abner's Salomi, he is loyal and warmly affectionate. Rochelle Owens' off-Broadway hit play Futz dealt with a young man who carried on a love affair with his pet pig, and it has now been made into a Technicolor movie, probably the first picture ever made for theatrical release on the subject of bestiality.

Peeople who have had a close association with pigs, tell us that they are among the most intelligent of all domestic animals, possessing the lively curiosity of the cat, and above all that they are veritable bottomless wells of sexual passion, who will with a little practice become ardent sex partners for human beings.

The man in the following case grew up on a farm but never had any bestial sex relations at any time except for one minor incident with another boy who induced him to smear molasses on his penis and allow a heifer to lick it off. But there was not even an orgasm on that occasion.

However when he was a student at a mid-western agricultural college, he went through a bizarre bestiality experience with two "pigs" as part of a fraternity initiation rite. He tells about it in his own words.

CASE 6: Terry B.

No need to mention the frat by name, or the school. They may still be using the same initiation gimmick for all I know. I've been out of touch with them lately so I don't really know.

It was a hell of a trick they pulled on us, and then I helped them to pull off the same gag on new pledges myself. A couple of guys balked at doing it, but nobody ever blew the whistle on us.

To get right to the point, I had been accepted into the fraternity and all that was left was the formality of the initiation. I'd heard it was a real doozey – very different from what any other frat put you through. But I wasn't too nervous about it. So you get your ass paddled or some such juvenile shit. No big deal. There were fifteen of us new pledges and I figured I could stand anything the other guys could.

Came the night and we all gathered at the frat house. We went through a lot of bull-shit rituals at first – bowing down – reciting sacred pledges – signing our names in blood – and so on. But that was all what I expected, more or less.

What came afterwards was the gas! They sat us down and said we had passed all tests so far and now we were going to be entertained.