R Geis - A donkey named Peter

"Turned out that donkey… name was Peter, as I remember… turned out that donkey was a lot more than company for her."

"How I got into it was this way: the animal turned croupy some time in, oh, I guess it was February or so of '43, and she came in to my office to have me come out to see to it."

"Now I remember this in detail, in vivid detail, what comes later, because it is something you do not see every day or every year or every decade, even. Seeing a pretty woman getting poled by a donkey is a sight to see!"

"Now I got to set this scene for you, so you bear with me now. I liked this woman, let's just call her Bess since I don't want to give her, real first name and you don't want me to anyway."

"I liked Bess, and I had an idea I might get close to her if she had a yen for it and didn't mind cheating on her husband a little."

"Bess was a pretty woman… damned pretty… with long chestnut brown hair hanging straight down, like your hippie girls wear hair now, and Bess kept her hair long and combed shiny. Never saw a speck of dandruff in her hair. And she was tall for a woman, too, about five-nine or so, and solid. Not fat, not chunky or too hippy. She had a figure on her! Curves in the right places. A nice big pair of milkers an her, meat on her bones, but not a bit too much. Fine, shapely woman, oh, about thirty-three years old or so."

"She had a proud look to her. Kept her head up all the time and looked everybody right square in the eye."

"You could have knocked me over with a straw when I saw what I saw that day a couple weeks later."

"Right away I went along to her place – about fifteen miles out – and dosed that animal with some new stuff that was out that was good for the croup. Peter – the donkey – was wheezin' and coughin' pretty bad. That was when I got the cold feeling along my neck – the way she stood over him and had to be sure he'd get better. She was in love with that animal, more'n she loved her husband. I could tell. The little barn was neat, clean, everything painted, fresh hay, feed, oh, she was pampering that stud."

"What made me sick and sure was how clean that animal was. She must have given him shampoos and put perfume on him… for all I know she maybe wiped his asshole after he shit. He was that clean."

"But what clinched it for me was the way that animal reacted to her. He brayed soft-like, and looked at her – followed her with his eyes everywhere she went in that barn."

"And if she got close and petted him, stroked his neck like, then that pecker of his started to come out into sight. Slid out like a pink bone, it did."

"I noticed it and she saw me look and she turned red – just colored up like a girl seeing her first naked man."

"She stopped touching that animal then. She moved away fast and turned away and went out to the house to get me a drink of something."

"But I knew. I had the stomach flops for a few minutes, thinking about it."

"And over in a corner of the barn, maybe twenty feet away, was this narrow little mattress with a blanket sewn around it. Not more than two feet wide and three feet long – it was a baby's mattress, from a crib. Had to be, now I think on it. Always puzzled me. Now I figure it out thirty years later. The mind of man is a wondrously stupid thing, sometimes."

"Well, I couldn't figure at the time what that little mattress was for. When I came back two weeks later without her knowing I'd be visiting… I found out my suspicions were right."

"What a sight – Bess on her hands and knees on that mattress under that animal, her getting poled with that pink bone like there was no tomorrow!"

"I admit, I admit, there's a lot of pure dirty curiosity in me, and a good handful of voyeur in me, too. I've seen things on the sly that few men ever see."

"Seen lots of men and boys poling animals. Some were right out in the open about it with me. They didn't think it wrong at all. They figured it didn't matter one way or the other, since it's only an animal, and it feels good."

"One old coot of a prospector used to bang his donkey mare all the time – for years – out in the mountains while he was panning out stake money and looking for a big strike."

"Lots of widowers take to their cows. Can't say I blame them. No woman will live on them scratch farms with 'em. Those men got no place else to go and nothin' else they can do. A man needs some pleasure and a man's pecker gets pretty demanding."

"So you get the rare woman who takes to a stallion donkey or maybe a colt… not too surprisin' under some situations."

"Usually, though, a woman can always find a man, if she needs company and some fun in bed. No call to start using an animal. Most men will travel a long way to bed a woman."

"And you take a handsome young woman like Bess! Well… maybe she figured it wasn't adultery if she did it with Peter, her donkey. Just an animal, you see, just an animal."

"I don't know her psychology. I'm only speculating. Had to be something a little loose in her mind, though."

"Trouble is, and I speak frankly now, trouble is, once a woman gets a taste of the right animal – you know, once she gets one of them big poles in her and an animal whomps it into her a time or two – then she's no good for a man after that. Once a woman gets a taste of that kind of fucking… she's spoiled. She won't ever be full satisfied with a mere man again."

"Yes, I'm gettin' to it. As I said, I went back to Bess' farm a couple weeks later with the excuse in my mind to check up on Peter."

"Actually, I drove up there in the early evening with the idea maybe I'd get to see something. Well, I'll confess to you… I went on out to her place and snuck around in the bushes six times before I hit."

"Left my car around the hill and walked in half a mile each time. Crept up and saw a light in the barn."

"Crept up to the barn and peeked in through a crack between those old, warped boards. Big enough to get a good look-see."

"It like to took my breath away. I was right on the money. There was Bess pushing that little mattress under Peter. She had him haltered and boxed into a corner so he couldn't move very much and maybe do her damage with his hooves."

"She had a robe on, I guess, wrapped around her and from where I was looking, her bent over and a lot of leg showing, and her big milkers jiggling and hanging loose when she moved, I got me the idea she was stark naked underneath."

"My heart started pumping heavy, let me tell you. But I could tell I wasn't going to get a good view from where I was looking, so I crept slow and quiet around to where Peter was tied up against the wall and found me another good crack to look in through."

"Bess had electricity for the house, but it wasn't strung for the barn, so she had an oil lantern hung up on a spike in a post near Peter."

"I could see in fine, but she couldn't see me peeking in. Shadows in the cracks and such."

"Bess was kneeling beside that donkey, rubbing his neck and sides and sort of crooning to him, saying words I couldn't get. But I was looking through a crack low enough down for me to see his pole sliding out."

"Now let me tell you a few things about a donkey. Most city people don't know beans about animals, 'specially a donkey. A donkey is like a very small horse, but shaggier, and his ears are longer. He comes up to a man's stomach with his body and he'll look you in the eye with his head up. A donkey'll weigh three – four times what a man does. So you can expect a donkey's pecker is a mighty size for a woman to get around."

"When Peter's pecker came easing down I was in a good position to see it – I wasn't more than three or four feet away, actually. And that thing was like… well, like a child's arm from fist to elbow, just about that size. Kind of a wet purple in color. Mean-looking thing. My belly was knotting up tight, from anticipating Bess taking that ugly pole into her passage."