Ron Bywood - Beast humping

In this, day and age with hordes of young people, hippy and otherwise, warring against the establishment, politically, socially, morally and sexually, there is a great urge, among them to try anything at all that's taboo, just for the sake of rebelling. And if the opportunity for a "new kick" presents itself – a kick that's way out on the deep end of sex experience – a kick that is an absolute no-no to the square world, not only unlawful but unthinkable – that makes it a kick well worth trying.

Inevitably many youths today might be expected at least once to dabble experimentally in bestiality. As one young man told me who had tried his luck at troilism with a girl and a large woolly dog. "Why the hell not, after all you've done everything else? Anything that the straight world's moral spokesmen say is absolutely forbidden can't be all bad. Like so many of our taboos, where's the harm in it actually? Me and my girl and the dog all enjoyed it, that's for sure."

CASE 3: Jack O.

We were going cross-country in one of those "drive-away" cars, you know? Drive a car to California – all gas paid. One of those deals. There was me and a buddy of mine, Pedro, and this freaky chick Bessie we picked up in a fried chicken joint along the way.

Somewhere in Tennessee, I guess it was, we passed by this place like a ranch, and there was a sign that said SHENENDOAH HORSE FARM – BREEDING – STUD SERVICE. Something like that. And that got us talking.

Pedro says to Bessie. "Hey man, you want in on a little of that stud service? Now's your chance to get the screw of a lifetime for yourself."

She laughs and says. "Are you suggesting that I should fuck a horse?"

I said, "Why not? You've made it with everything else that walks, crawls or flies."

She said, "I'll have you know that I never fucked any creature with more than three legs in my life."

Pedro says, "You ought to try it with a big, old fucking stallion one time. One of those huge horse-cocks would be just about the right size for that Goddamn over-sized cunt of yours."

Then they got to throwing names back and forth at each other like "dinky-dick" and "tunnel-twat" but all in fun, and they wound up like they always did, rassling around and goosing and grabbing the shit out of each other on the back seat. I happen to be driving and eating a chicken leg at the time or I would have been in on it too.

But that's what got us started thinking and talking about animal-fucking in the first place.

After a while when they'd got tired of rassling, Bessie said, "I wonder if anybody ever did it with a horse?"

"Are you kidding?" Pedro says. "Didn't you ever hear of people making it with animals? They fuck with dogs, cows, sheep – even chickens."

"Oh, you're kidding," she said.

"Ask Jack," Pedro said. "He's on old country boy. I bet he's plugged more'n one sheep in his career."

"I told them that sheep fucking isn't worth a shit, despite what you hear. A half-grown she-calf will give you a hell of a lot better squeeze-off any day in the week." I was only telling them what I'd heard from my boyhood buddies actually. I hadn't ever really tried it myself and didn't have any present intention of starting. I had seen other kids do it a couple of times. It's pretty common sport around farm country after all. It's just that the idea never appealed to me much at all.

But a little while after that we passed by a field full of cows and Bessie yells out, "Hey, let's fuck a cow. I gotta see this with my own eyes before I believe it."

And Pedro says, "Yeah, Jack. What about it? Show us how it's done and we'll try it." He was at the wheel then, and he pulled off the highway onto a dirt road that ran up alongside the field.

"Hey, come on, man," I said. "You gotta be kidding. Right out here by the road?"

He said, "Once we're over this hill we're out of sight. There's more cows down by those trees. Nobody can see us there from the road. We'll pick out one with a sexy ass and take her in under the trees out of sight."

"Ooh, groovy – groovy," Bessie is saying. "I can't wait to see this."

Pedro says, "Is that all you're gonna do is watch?"

She laughed and said, "What do you want me to do? Eat the cow's pussy? I wouldn't want to turn the poor animal into a lesbian."

"Maybe there'll be a bull for you," Pedro said. "He'd give you a fuck to remember."

Bessie said, "The old Romans used to screw with bulls, didn't they? I heard that somewhere."

"You don't have to go that far," I told her. "There are still women doing it today, believe it or not. Bulls – horses – you name it."

"No thanks," she said. "I have enough trouble taking on you guys with your big fucking elephant pricks. I'll try it with a cute calf maybe if there is one, but bulls are out – period."

I happened to recall a bit of history just then that I thought might interest her. "There was an old Greek King way way back in Argos who had a couple of beautiful daughters who went off into the fields and lived naked with the cows and screwed with the bulls, according to ancient history."

"What the hell were they trying to prove?" Bessie said.

"The book didn't say. Maybe they were just trying to get their names in the ancient history book."

Pedro said, "Maybe the bulls tore their clothes off and raped them. That happens quite a lot with bulls." He pulled the car off the road and onto a rutty track that led into the field and we stopped beside the gate to the cow pasture. The cows were all staring at us as we got out of the car.

"Look at them gape," Pedro said. "Didn't they ever see long hair on guys before?"

Bessie said, "It's my big boobs they're staring at. They're jealous."

I said, "They know we've come to fuck them. They can tell."

"Then why don't they run away?" Bessie said.

"They know it's no use. They know grim determination when they see it. They can read the burning lust in our eyes."

"Which one shall we fuck?" Bessie said.

Pedro said, "This nearest one has kind of a cute-ass."

I said, "I'm a tit-man myself I kind of like the one with the big boob."

Bessie laughed, "First tit I ever saw with half-a-dozen nipples on it."

"Well, take your pick, lover boy," Pedro said me, belting me on the back in friendly fashion. "You gonna fuck one of these here critters or are you not?"

"This is ridiculous," I said. "You can't just walk up to any old cow it a field and shove your prick into her cunt. Nobody does it out in a field like that. You have to get them in a special stall in a barn – otherwise they'll never stand still for it."

Ah-h, you're getting chicken, Bessie said.

"Cows are no good anyhow," I told them. "You've got to stand on a box or something to come up to their level, and then their big old sloppy cunts are too damn big in size for a man's prick. I told you before – a little heifer is what you need. They're just the right height from the ground for easy entry by a man standing, and just the right size of hole too."

"There's a little one over there," Bessie said.

I told her, "That's a he, not a she."

"So, fuck him up the ass," she said. "What difference does it make to a faggot like you?"

"There's a bunch of calves down below," Pedro said. "Come on – let's go down below."

"Aw, why don't we cut out this shit and get the fuck out of here?" I said. "This whole thing is idiotic."

But they wouldn't hear of it. No turning back now. They had their hearts set on seeing a cow-molestation.

"We'll hold onto her for you," Bessie said. "One of those real little ones shouldn't be much trouble."

"Listen to her," I said. "You want to be an accessory to raping a juvenile."

"Why not?" she said. "The boys always used to tell me when I was nine, 'When you're big enough, you're old enough.'"