R Geis - A donkey named Peter

"We were all quiet, watching. I circled around to Marsha who was sitting on one of the three steps that descended to the living room floor. The entire house was carpeted wall-to-wall in a deep-pile brown shag."

"Doreen smiled as she lay on her back. She said to everybody, 'Ohh, I'm close… I'm close…' Then she pushed the girl away. 'Don't finish me. I want my superman now.' She meant Caesar."

"All our eyes shifted to the huge dog as Bill unhooked the leash from his collar. He didn't have to lean over to do it – that dog's neck was as high as his waist."

"Marsha said to me, 'Oh, God, Harry, look at the size of it.'"

"Caesar's penis was sliding out of its sheath under his loins. He was straining forward, leaning, waiting for his master to release him from the 'heel' command."

"Caesar's penis was shockingly large. Dogs, I think, have a larger penis for their size than a man, so when you get a mastiff – big mastiff – you have an animal that is stronger and faster and quicker than a man his own weight… and with a penis, a thick, pink rod of flesh, that makes the average man look puny."

"Caesar's penis was like a reddish broom handle that kept lengthening, sticking out forward under his belly. It kept coming out and out and out."

"Marsha whispered in shocked amazement: 'That thing must be at least eight inches long!'"

"I had to agree with her. I'd never seen a man hung as large."

"Bill was playing it dramatically. He pointed to his wife lying waiting, legs open, on the large round hassock, and he said to Caesar, 'go fuck Doreen.'"

"The dog didn't leap forward. But he went quickly, and that stiff penis waggled as he moved. He stopped close between her bony, open thighs and snuffled her crotch thoroughly, inhaling the smell of her and the other woman and perhaps even my residue of went."

"Doreen was grinning. She patted his head. She whispered loudly, commandingly, 'Fuck, fuck, fuck, Caesar, fuck!'"

"Abruptly, he reared up and plopped his paws on each side of her thin chest. He was a monster standing over her small white body. His penis was all the way out, and I mean to tell you it was a magnet for every eye in the room – that long, thick, reddish pink handle. It was at least eight inches."

"Doreen opened her thighs still more. 'Fuck… Fuck…'"

"He did, too. He started jabbing at her vulva, blindly, and after about the sixth prod he found her vagina."

"His big back curved in that way dogs have when fucking, and he danced his big hind legs to get closer – and before anyone realized – he was smacking that big penis all the way into her."

"Doreen – you could see her belly bloat up and see her arms tighten around his neck – gave a funny indrawn, sucking gasp."

"I think every other woman gasped with her. I know Marsha did, beside me. She cringed and went 'Ooooh!'"

"That big stiff red pole went up into Doreen all the way. She took it. It looked to me like her eyes bulged, along with her stomach. Something had to bulge, because she's skinny with a small body and she must have been really stretched inside by that thing smacking up into her like that."

"It was smacking, too. Everyone heard it. He buried part of the end of his sheath in her vulva, too, with the thrusts he made."

"You've got to realize how big Caesar is! And how much power and weight he has. Getting fucked by an animal that big, with a penis that huge, for a woman Doreen's size – it must be a shattering experience, no matter how many times it has happened."

"It seemed that way with her. She was coming unglued almost at once. You could see her muscles tremble and spasm. Her mouth was wide open and she was breathing like a bellows."

"Marsha gripped my hand. She was frightened just seeing it. Nobody could look away or do anything but look. Caesar pounded away into her like a steam-powered battering ram."

"It must have lasted two or three minutes. Doreen's thin arms tightened more and more around Caesar's neck. It didn't faze him. All it did was lift her off her back. Her head was shaking like she had that nervous disease old people get sometimes."

"Caesar was panting, too. It takes a lot of wind and stamina to do what he was doing. He was obviously enjoying it, too, of course. In fact, he came about then – shot a helluva load into her. It ran out of her, too, while he was still pumping more into her. It squished out around his thick penis and smeared the plastic top of the hassock under her scrawny buttocks – thick creamy stuff. And it lathered the insides of her thighs and got into that heavy blonde muff of hers."

"Then Caesar just lost interest. He got down off her and looked around at us like a bored king. Bill called him over and fed him a handful of cookies."

"Doreen just lay there quivery. Her left leg was jerking slightly and her belly was still jumping. What got me, though, was the way her vagina stayed open – wide open – an oval hole between her thighs, framed by that fringe of thick pubic hair. It was a pink, white-smeared tunnel."

"Then she rolled over onto her belly, her thighs closed, and people stirred."

"Marsha went to Doreen. I followed. She helped Doreen up. 'Are you all right?'"

"'Am I!' Doreen had a 'glory' expression."

"Marsha said, 'I don't see how you can… manage him. He's so big!'"

"Doreen only nodded. She started for the bathroom, Caesar's stuff running out of her, down her legs."

"Bill made fresh drinks for everyone. He said, 'In an hour I'll be on the hassock getting royally reamed in the ass.'"

"Caesar wasn't taken outside. He roamed the living room's levels, wandering among the guests, a massive animal. If he bumped you in passing, it was you who was thrown aside."

"Doreen returned in her gold hotpants and blue sweater. She wiped off the hassock with a damp towel. She went away with the towel and returned immediately. She took a double scotch and sipped it."

"One of the other women – the one who had been giving Doreen head – asked her, 'Doesn't it hurt?'"

"Doreen nodded. 'At first. It's like a telephone pole being shoved in by a giant. But that's only the shock of it all at once. After the first few times of having it go in and out like that I loosen up and it begins to feel like – well, the pain goes away, mostly, and it feels like I'm being totally used. I'm helpless and getting fucked like no man could ever fuck me, and it's simply glorious. The universe is what that giant is doing to me with that giant prick. I'm like a leaf in a storm. I'm like a worm on a hook.'"

"The woman said, 'He's certainly a magnificent beast.' She was uneasy because Caesar had pushed between her and Doreen and was sniffing at Doreen's crotch."

"Doreen patted his head. 'You're a faithful lover, aren't you, Caesar? He only will fuck me and Bill.'"

"We were sophisticated – but the male guests couldn't quite imagine themselves submitting to sodomy by a dog – especially a dog with a penis the size of Caesar's."

"Nevertheless – Bill was quite open about it. He seemed to anticipate it. He gave Caesar an hour to recover, then went with him and with Doreen to the hassock in the center of the sunken living room."

"Bill had a tube of lubricant in his pocket and took it out. He dropped his pants and pushed down his underpants. He is one of those men with hairy legs and back. He knelt with his knees on the carpet and his stomach and arms on top of the hassock."

"Caesar knew what was coming. He trotted in circles around the hassock, watching, as Doreen slathered the lubricant into the crack between Bill's buttocks, and worked a finger into his anus."

"Bill wriggled his hips like a woman. He muttered something, and Doreen worked a second finger into him. She worked as deep as she could, loosening him up."

"Then she called Caesar and said, 'Up, up, Caesar. Fuck, fuck…'"