R Geis - A donkey named Peter

"I had a good deal of satisfaction in those photographs. I made two sets of prints, and I hid those negatives good."

"Then, along about four days later, I made me a visit out to her place."

"Like I said before, I'm a mean bugger when I want to be, and I was itchy for her then. If she could see getting fucked by her donkey, she sure as hell wouldn't turn me down for any good reason, even if she was married."

"That was quite a scene we had in her house. I'll skip all the shadowboxing and how she acted all innocent at first, then angry and insulted and outraged – that all went by the board when I showed her those photos."

"She got so pale… the blood just ran out of her head. Then she looked up and got fiery-red – tomato red and she just seemed to come apart. One minute she was a proud, angry woman, and the next minute – just crumpled up, sobbing like her heart was busting, hiding her face in her hands, huddled over on the sofa."

"I felt like a royal bastard, but I felt good, too, with those photos giving me power over her."

"Standing straight, Bess was about an inch taller than me. I'm not a big man, you know – five feet seven, without shoes on. And I find the older I get I shrink down, too."

"But that was my time to be in control. I had her. I told her what would happen to her if I told the sheriff what she was doing with that animal, and showed him the proof. How she'd be arrested and everybody would know – how it would be whispered around, how the judge would send her to the insane asylum forever, how it was in the state hospital with those crazy women shitting anywhere they felt like it, yelling and screaming, and gabbling and puking and talking to themselves and even attacking her if they felt like it, how she'd never get out of there, they'd keep her there till she died, considering what she did."

"I laid it on thick. Most of it was true, of course. The mental hospitals in that state are snake pits, and everybody knows it."

"She was shaking so hard I could barely understand her at first – but she was waking up that I wanted something."

"I just said it plain. 'Bess,' I said, 'I want to climb in bed with you and have us some fun, that is all.'"

"She looked at me like I was a bug, but those pictures were scattered on the floor and she was a fine one to complain."

"She didn't want to. She said she loved her husband, she said this and she said that, but I just knocked down everything she said. She couldn't talk me out of it."

"Finally she realized it, I had all the power. So she finally nodded and asked me, 'Now?' and I said yes, and we went into the bedroom."

"It was embarrassing at first for me. I'd never forced myself on a woman before. You should believe that. It was one of those times… out there in that lonely, rocky country, with nothing much to do… it was one of those times when a man acts like a man. Not like an animal. I had her in my power and I knew I could make her do anything and she wouldn't make trouble. That's a situation few men can leave alone."

"We got naked and I spent a good hour with my hands on her body, feeling her all over… especially those beautiful milkers of hers. Like white satin, with those upstanding teats. Her breasts were so round and full. Didn't sag hardly at all."

"I sucked on those teats like a thirsty baby – like a newborn colt sucks on his mother. And I got them teats to stick up hard, too."

"I wanted to work her up in spite of herself I wanted her to get hot and want me for a man."

"But as soon as I started fooling with her between the legs I knew I couldn't satisfy her. I slid my finger down there and it went in easy, even with her not being wet naturally."

"She was stretched so much – there was no elasticity left there. She didn't shrink tight again after God knows how many times she'd been fucked by that giant donkey pecker."

"She was no good for a man. I'm not hung like a donkey. I'm on the small size as far as a man goes. I didn't think of that ahead of time – her being so big and loose inside."

"I put three fingers in her and was feeling around, curious as to how she could be so big."

"You might find this hard to believe, what I did, but it's God's truth, so help me. I bunched my fingers and put my thumb in between – see, like this – and pushed my whole hand into her."

"I've got a small hand for a man anyway, of course, but I'm telling you it was a funny feelin' – and a strange sight – to see my whole hand disappear up into her twat like that."

"It was a little tight at the entrance, but a twist and push and the hand was in… and it was warm and wet in there, with little knobs and things up in there."

"She was surprised, too, but it did what I wanted… it seemed to turn her on good. She sat up on her elbows and stared down at my arm between her open legs like that, and blushed something like pure pink. She wouldn't look at me, only at my arm down there."

"I asked her if she wanted me to fuck her with my hand. She said I could do whatever I wanted. She only wanted me to get it over with and leave."

"I said I wanted to have her enjoy it, too. She didn't say anything. I experimented with my hand all the way in her. I felt around in there and made her jump and inhale when I stuck a finger into her cervix, right into her womb. The little mouth spasmed and dilated on my finger. She started to gasp. She said it hurt."

"I took my finger out of it and curled my fingers closed over my thumb… into a fist, the way girls make a fist sometimes."

"That stretched her, too, and she winced. Then I started fucking her in there with my fist. Easy and slow at first. It was a short stroke about three inches leeway in, her."

"She didn't say anything at first. She just watched. Her long brown hair was beautiful the way it fell past her white shoulders and partly lay, on her full breasts."

"It was hard work, driving my fist in her like that – it was like pushing and pulling in warm molasses, because after a few minutes I noticed she started to clamp down inside and at the opening, with her muscles."

"Bess started to breathe deeper, too, and her legs opened up more and her hips started to move. I kept watching, with her. I couldn't believe I was doing it, either. My whole hand in her to the wrist… almost up to my wristwatch. I wore an old Waltham, then. And I remember wondering if I could push in till the watch disappeared, too."

"I tried, but she grunted and said it hurt too much."

"I noticed that each time I pushed my fist deep into her, her vulva and her clitoris were sort of pulled in, too. I noticed that her clitoris got rubbed on my wrist each time it was pulled down and in. I figure that was what happened with the donkey pole – it was so thick and long it pulled the clitoris down and rubbed it, too."

"After a few minutes I could tell she was liking it. She got some color in her cheeks and some spark in her eyes."

"I kept it up and sure enough, she said for me to do it faster and harder. It embarrassed her to say that, to tell me, but she couldn't hide what was happening to her, and maybe she didn't really care. Maybe she figured having a man force her that way wasn't really adultery and being unfaithful."

"I started in working my arm like a piston in a cylinder – like you see on the side of a steam locomotive – shuff – shuff – shuff – shuff…"

"Bess started to lose herself in it. She was panting and gruntin' – just like when Peter's pecker was shovin' into her."

"I think she almost forgot me. Her eyes closed and her mouth opened and she was shaking and jerking like crazy."

"She had her an orgasm – a damn good one and my arm was tired as hell. The closer she got to coming the more she clamped down on my hand and wrist till my arm and shoulder was tired as hell, actually trembling with fatigue."