R Geis - A donkey named Peter

"I went into his run and petted him and hugged him. He was excited. He was sort of shivering against me. His coat was smooth and silky and he was very warm. I could feel his heart going faster than usual."

"I couldn't resist – I opened my robe and pulled him against my body. My breasts felt funny touching his fur. My nipples were like hot, aching fingers."

"It was a special kind of turn-on. He was so human and so loving and so alive! I crooned to him and petted him and rubbed his coat. And I guess I cried a little, too. We were both losers. He couldn't win and I was stuck with him and the other dogs and with Dad. I wasn't getting to school enough. I didn't see any way out. I thought my life would always be that way."

"Bo whined to me like he understood. He licked my face and neck. God, I loved him. I hugged him so hard."

"I guess he could smell me – my wetness and how sexed up I was. Maybe girls smell like female dogs. He started making little sounds and making fucking moves. Aimless, because it was just instinct and there wasn't a bitch around for him."

"It was a moonlit night and I could see. Bo had an erection. I'd seen dogs with hards before, plenty of times, but there I was hugging this man-sized dog, this warm, 'human' pet of mine, and rubbing my breasts against him, and I was horny, and then… there's his prick sliding out all dark and wet and long."

"It shocked me. You know, it was like, 'Can't I trust even you?' But then I knew better. He was in heat like me. We were both in the same boat."

"Then Bo did something – wow, it blew my mind – he sort of hunched over and started licking my breasts. Maybe it was the salt in the sweat he was after… but he started dragging that long, hot, rough tongue of his over my nipples and it was like jagged lightning!"

"I just gritted my teeth and enjoyed it! It was that kind of sensation – intense and spine-curling. He was drooling a little. His saliva dropped onto my belly. I rubbed it into my skin. I was really hot. I was shivering like him every time his tongue scraped over a nipple. The skin around my nipples was sensitive, too."

"I was sitting on the ground with my robe wide open and my legs wide open, and he was crouched between my legs, slobbering and whining and licking my breasts… just as if he knew, like he knew it was getting to me."

"I was… it was a kind of moon-madness, I think. It was past midnight, there was nobody around who could see. Dad's room was on the far side of the house. I knew he slept like a log a drugged log. He always took pills to sleep since the accident."

"So I just let Bo lick me and I kept rubbing his saliva into my belly and then I was rubbing it lower and lower, till I had it lathered into my mound-hair. He kept on licking me! He dug it! My beautiful Bo really dug turning me on."

"I was breathing hard, just like he was, and before I knew it I had a hand between my legs and was fingering myself again. I was sopping wet down there. My clitoris was like a smooth, oiled ball-bearing. God, it felt great! I rolled it and rolled it…"

"I went off right away. I guess I groaned. Bo whined and licked my face. Then he snuffled down at my… I guess I better call it what I usually call it – he started snuffling at my cunt. Snorting, kind of."

"I took his head in my hands and talked to him. It was insane. 'Want to eat your mommy's cunt, Bo?' I kissed him on the nose. I petted him. He was trembling."

"I guided his head to my breasts and he started licking my nipples again. He was drooling more than ever."

"My breasts had a hot feeling inside, like warm Jell-O was inside, and the nipples were sticking out, still hard, still sending shivers through me each time his tongue sandpapered over one of them."

"Then I – I wanted to do something for him. He was suffering so. He was so in love with me and so – human. He couldn't help being a dog."

"So I reached up under him and I touched his penis – his cock. It was like a red-hot poker, sticking out like that from his belly. When I touched it he did a little dance, but he kept on licking my breasts."

"I put my fingers around it and it was like holding a slippery, jumping, hot candle. It was really all the way out, too. It was surprising. Bo was a big greyhound, though. I think his cock was at least seven inches long. Not very thick, though, but long. Touching it made me feel funny in the gut."

"He started making short, sharp, fucking movements, sort of automatically, with my hand holding his cock. It went in and out of my hand like a greased piston. Fast. I can still feel it in my hand. It was so strange and weird and perverted… but I kept on holding his cock and he kept fucking my hand so damned fast!"

"He was whining and making small chest sounds, sort of growls, but not quite, and he started fucking my hand even faster! It was sort of terrifying how fast he could make fucking movements."

"And in the middle of his cock – about halfway down from the end – his cock started to swell up. It got a kind of bulge in it, like a knot. It was like an egg had grown inside his cock there. It was hard and hot. It was all blood-gorged tissue. Dogs get it there when they're really worked up. Sometimes the blood can't get out again for a long time and the swelling stays there for hours, all congested and painful."

"I knew Bo was close to shooting when I felt that knot get big in my hand. But I didn't realize how close!"

"Before I knew it was happening – wow he was shooting all over my belly and breasts. Squish squish squish squash!"

"It shook me. With my hand around his jerking cock I felt that big throb, that swelling, each time he squirted – but so fast!"

"Suddenly I was covered with his stuff and he was off and away, sort of prancing around the run, frisky as hell, happy as hell, with his tongue lolling out and grinning."

"A dog sure can grin. He was just like a man. I smelled and I was icky and sticky, but I had to laugh, he was so funny."

"I patted him on the head and went into the house. I had to hold my robe closed, but out away from my front so I wouldn't get it smeared with his stuff."

"I took a shower and went to bed again. I went right to sleep, too, which surprised me in the morning when I woke up and realized it."

"I wasn't ashamed of what I'd done with Bo. It was just something very private – just between him and me. I knew he wouldn't tell…"

"Oh, yeah, it happened again."

"I didn't think about it, I didn't plan for it to happen again. But the same sort of pressures started working on me and I was unconsciously intrigued, I guess, and wanted to do it again."

"During the time between when I went to feed him and exercise him and train him, Bo was very good. I mean, he did everything right. He even ran some races I didn't think he was capable of, against three of our best dogs."

"Just for me, I think."

"But it was embarrassing sometimes he'd see me in the morning and bark and leap up on me and his cock would slide out – all shocking pink and wet and long."

"Right away I had to teach him 'NO!' After a couple times of pushing him away and a hard voice he got the idea. He learned to stay down and not presume."

"But he kept looking at me kind of puzzled and yearning and hoping, all the time. He didn't forget."

"Well, finally, one night I was that way again. I went into Dad's room and saw he was out sleeping like a dead man; just his chest moving. Zonked on barbs."

"I went into my room and turned the light on and took off my robe and pajamas and looked at myself in the mirror. Like I said, I've got a fine pair of breasts and my nipples stick out good, but the rest is nice, rounded fat. Plump… pleasingly plump. I haven't changed any in the three years since… not physically anyway."