R Geis - A donkey named Peter

"Understand, I was a young man then, and I had a lot of piss and vinegar in me. And good lookin' women were hard to find in that county."

"I'm not too particular how I get my way, sometimes. I figured Bess was fair game. All I needed was a good lever."

"I wasn't too nice a guy in those days. I was 4-F because of ulcers and the fact that the county draft board figured I was essential to the area, being the only vet for fifty miles or so."

"I had a good camera, used it to take picture of animals for records and such. Did some picture-taking at the county fairs – prize animals and such as that, for the local weekly."

"So… you guessed it, yes, I haunted Bess' farm every afternoon and early evening for a week before she got her yen up for that donkey's pole."

"I got my hopes up one afternoon, but she was full-dressed and carrying a bucket. She spent an hour combing and brushing and wiping that animal."

"I kept coming back each day. I'm a persistent cuss, sometimes. I figured she'd set him up again in the same place, so he could rear up and get his front feet on that shelf… so I sneaked up to the barn and I whittled out that crack so it was wide enough to take a picture through. Then I rubbed dirt on the cut parts so she wouldn't notice right away."

"Well, she came out to the barn one early evening, and I was a-waiting. Camera ready. I wasn't sure what kind of picture I'd get with only that lantern for light, but I had a big lens and I could open 'er up to one point five and I figured a tenth of a sec would do 'er. Had that fast double film."

"She had a little bit of hard candy for Peter. She fed it to him in the palm of her hand and stroked his neck and scratched his ears good. He smelled her. She had on the same robe and from the way her milkers jiggled and her teats stuck out, I could make a good guess she was mother naked under it."

"Sure enough, she led him over to the same place and pulled that blanket-covered little mattress over. Then she let her robe fall… and all that beautiful white body was there to see. Those big milkers. I remember thinking it was a waste she never had any kids."

"I clicked me a couple shots of her naked like that. She didn't hear the shutter with all the stomping and hay-crackling that was going on."

"She hugged him around the neck and whispered in his ear – I could see his ear turn and twitch. I took a picture of that, too – her pressing herself against him like that."

"In fact, she rubbed herself against him. That shaggy brown coat of his turned her on, I guess. She hugged his neck and rubbed her teats against him till they were hard as dried cherries. They looked a lot juicier, though. Made my mouth water. Big and fat and wrinkled."

"She was hot to trot. She knelt down like before and got a hold of Peter's pecker – it was out all the way, of course. Near as thick as her wrist."

"It was possible for me to see her crotch – I was lookin' in under the animal – and she was wet there, the lips of her twat was juicy, almost drippy with that natural slippery stuff."

"She had a hold of that big pecker and was skinning her hand along it – back and forth, making him stomp and jitter."

"I took a picture of it, but the light under there was bad because she was blocking it with her body, mostly."

"But then she turned kind of sideways and put her hand down between her legs and slid two – three fingers into herself. She did it easy and I realized how stretched she had to be from taking that huge pecker, God only knows how many times."

"The light fell on her just right, so I clicked a picture of it. I had enough right then – her with her hand on that pole and the other hand in herself. I had enough to get her to do my will if the pictures came out."

"In fact, she sort of froze for a couple seconds, like she maybe heard that shutter-click, and she looked around fast and nervous, wild-eyed, but she didn't think of looking at the knothole I had made. I guess I was lucky the light didn't reflect off the lens and give me away."

"She listens hard for a while, her head cocked just so… but I was froze, too, hardly breathing, and good old Peter kept stompin' and breathing heavy."

"Finally she decided she'd been imaginin' things, and got interested in that big pecker again. She played with it a while and got that animal beside himself. I thought she was just going to masturbate him the way she was pumping that pole."

"And the thing I took some pictures of was her hand in her twat. She sat on that little mattress like a Buddha, legs crossed, and wide open. You get the picture – facing the wall, which meant facing me and my camera, and she kept on playing with that big stiff pecker with one hand and with the other hand she worked herself into a blue-tailed tizzy. She got so she had half her hand inside her twat, just jamming it in and out, except for her thumb. Had all her fingers sliding in and out right past the knuckles."

"Well, the reason she didn't see the lens and the big hole I'd cut was that Peter's belly was in the way, mostly, and his hide was so shaggy she had to bend over way low to see all the way under him."

"Peter brayed loud a couple times, like he was telling her to get on under him so he could fuck her."

"She said – and I can hear her voice clear in my mind even now – she said in a sexy voice, just shook up with passion: 'Yes, honey, right away. Right now.'"

"She'd she pushed that small mattress under him and got in there with his belly hair tickling her back. He clopped around in place and then reared up with his front hooves on that shelf, like he'd been trained to do."

"Him up like that gave me more light. I got her in perfect profile as she reached under between her legs and got a hold of his pecker."

"Then, I think before she realized it, he nailed her with that big ugly pole. Right into her like a battering ram!"

"His hind quarters give that jerk and she got that purple arm right on up into her belly so far you'd swear she'd bust open."

"She gave out that squeal-grunt and was knocked forward. Then he pulled back for an other run in and pulled all the way out."

"I was ready the second time. When she put that pole in position I got a shot of her face, too, looking under herself, the light good enough for an exposure. She was so interested in what was coming she didn't hear the shutter."

"She give out a 'OH!' when he smacked into her again, but she moved forward with it and didn't get the full size, then she moved backward when he pulled. I watched it to the end. I was practically hypnotized."

"Bess got so worked up she was yelling, 'Shove it in… shove it in…' each time. She was lathered with sweat at the end, and staring glassy-eyed."

"I watched that pole drive into her all the way just before Peter blew his wad… and it was her doing, too – she braced herself and took it up into her belly. She was suckin' air and groanin' and grunting each time, but she loved it. She pressed back, kept pressing back after he knocked her forward."

"Peter, he brayed and snorted and went a little wild himself – slammin' that long wicked thing into her, his flanks heavin', his hooves beginning to splinter the floorboards…"

"Then it started gushing out of her, splattering down on her legs and on the floor and all."

"It left her weak, I could see that. Her arms and legs trembled and she staggered like a drunk for a minute, getting her robe on."

"I crept away. I was creamin' my pants to get the films developed. About two hours later down in my basement darkroom, I knew I had something. I had to overdevelop that roll a lot, but I got good negatives and good prints."

"There she was, it was Bess all right, getting stiffed by that ugly donkey pecker. There was Bess stark naked, hugging the animal and pressing her teats against him, smiling."