Diane Ashfield - Female scent-animal heat

Needless to say, Robbie's mother stared at me as though I was a ghost who had materialized out of the air. Following me into the room, Robbie was also exasperated. And jealous.

"Can't help it mom," he tried to explain to his mother. "I thought she was going to ball me. Instead she gets a hard on for the Goddamned dog. It's humiliating," he sobbed and stared at me with his large, accusing eyes. His ego was shattered. Clearly, I preferred the dog to his own type of love making.

The older woman wiped off her cunt but continued to look at me with harsh and accusing eyes. She addressed herself to Robbie. "Get her out of here. I can't stand a snoop. How dare you bring in a girl to watch me with Prince?"

Robbie tried to explain. "She wouldn't fuck me unless I let her watch. I already promised to take her to the prom. But that wasn't enough," he whined. "She had to make me let her watch. Animal fucking turns her on."

The woman straightened in an imperious, high-toned and superior way. "You will never escort this girl to the prom. Obviously, she doesn't belong in our circle. Probably lives on the wrong side of the tracks," she sniffed. And she added. "A girl with breeding and class would never snoop. Escort her out of this house. And I'll tell all the mothers in my circle not to let their sons go out with her. We must be true to our class," she said in her Goddamned, stuck up way.

Her superior attitude pissed me off. "To hell with you," I snapped. "I don't want to go out with a little mommy's boy who has a mother who fucks dogs. Don't think you're better than me!" I shouted. Naturally, I yanked up my panties and straightened my skirt. All thoughts of passion drained out of me as I didn't feel these people were any better than myself. Sure they had money and lived in a swell house but better they weren't. And I had enough guts to tell the old bat my true feelings. Turning I marched out of the bedroom and went home.

But that incident loused up my chances of getting a date with a boy from a wealthy family. Soon, I grew to hate the wealthy class. I had seen this one wealthy old woman fuck a dog which made her no better than any other kind of woman. Yet, they acted in such a superior way. At the same time, I had cut off my nose to spite my face. I didn't get a date to the prom with a wealthy kid, and I detested and despised the boys from my own class. They lacked guts and imagination, and were content to remain poor. Boys from all classes of society gave me a great big pain in the ass. I decided to get along without them…

ANALYST: Is that when your thoughts turned towards an active participation in bestiality?

DONNA: Yes. I couldn't forget the scene between the old woman and her dog.

A: Did you try to date other boys at school?

D: No. I was disgusted with boys. For one thing, they're lousy fuckers. Besides, the rich kids wouldn't date me, and I didn't want poor kids. I had to work out something else.

A: Animals.

D: Better believe it. Dogs make the best fucks I've ever had.

A: How can you be satisfied with nothing but physical contact? Sex is also emotion.

D: Don't worry, Doc. I get plenty of emotion during the fuck…

A: With an animal?

D: Yes, I mean…

A: What precisely do you mean?

D: As the dog reams out my cunt, I… I keep thinking of something else.

A: You fantasize?

D: Is that what it's called?

A: You're thinking of a human male, the perfect lover, someone you actually yearn for.

D: That's it! All the time the dog is pounding my cunt, I keep my eyes closed, and I see…

A: A boy or a man?

D: A boy who is slightly older than me. One who is experienced, considerate, kind… and really knows how to please a girl.

A: The perfect lover.

D: Someday I'll meet him in real life. When I do, he'll be the guy I'll want to marry.

A: You'll never meet him as long as you have sex with dogs.

D: I beg to differ. I only pick dogs that live in the finest families. One day, I'll meet my dream lover in just such a household.

A: Tell me about it.

DONNA: After I was left out of the prom, I made up my mind to give up boys. They all repelled me, the poorer ones and the rich kids, too. They were all such mommy boys, and not one of them knew how to properly treat a girl. Of course, I'm hot cunted and needed my nooky. Fortunately, I'm a skilled masturbator, and could get my cookies off with my fingers, or using a dildo, one of those artificial cocks. But after a while, the finger or artificial prick no longer satisfied. I couldn't get that dog out of my mind. How would it feel to have a long, hot peter of flesh and blood pounding out a love message deep in the heart of my box? I wanted to get screwed by an animal but didn't know how to go about it. For a while, I had to shove such erotic thoughts from my mind. It was only by chance that I became reacquainted with bestial love.

My worthless old father was always in and out of jobs. During one of his periods of unemployment, I needed a new dress and new shoes. I was almost ashamed to show up at school with my ragged clothes. There was only one way out. Since my old man didn't have the money, or claimed he didn't, I had to earn some myself. The only job I could tackle after school was a dog walker for the snooty, old women who lived in a big, expensive apartment house. It gave me a thrill to walk inside such a place with its grand furniture and furnishings. I felt like I was in Buckingham Palace. Most of the women who wanted me to walk their dogs were either widowed or divorced, and for the most part were older types. They were, however, quite attractive, too. They dressed well, and lived nicely. When I first took the job I had an idea that some of them might be fucking their dog but had no way of really knowing. And although the thought of making them get a hard on for me entered my mind, I never had the opportunity to put any plan into effect. I picked up the dog, walked it in the park, and delivered the animal back to the lady's apartment. That didn't give me much time for anything else, and the owner was always waiting for the delivery of the beast. These ladies really loved their pets. I had to force myself to put all thoughts of fucking from my mind. But I needed the money and kept the job despite the fact it was hard on my nerves. At night, I'd go home and head straight for the bathroom where I'd sit down and jack off. One day, however, my opportunity to fuck a dog came in the most unexpected way.

One client was a tall, elegant lady in her sixties, gray-haired, refined but still shapely, and in a way, sexy. She spoke in a highly articulate way, and her late husband had been a big shot corporation executive. Her poodle Nicky was black and adorable and I always enjoyed walking him. But I noticed that from time to time, Nicky would get a bone on even when no female dogs were around in the park. The scent of cunt had to be in his nostrils. But where did that scent come from? One day I found out the dog's secret.

It happened on a day I got out early from school. Our teacher had taken unexpectedly sick, and we were dismissed for the afternoon… Since I wanted to get my dog walking chores over with in a hurry, I went directly to the apartment to pick up Nicky. But this time, the old lady didn't answer the door when I rang. Trying the knob, I discovered the door was open, and so entered the huge and lovely living room of the apartment. Still, there was no sign of the gray-haired woman or her dog. And yet, I sensed there was someone in the apartment. I remained very still and then erept about peering stealthily into each room. My instinct told me something was going on. First, I peeked into the bathroom. It was empty. Then, very carefully I started towards the old woman's bedroom. Straining my ears, I heard sounds. They were sounds of love.