R Geis - A donkey named Peter

"And then – then – then she brought that animal into the house! That great male thing! She led it in through the door with a great draft of icy air. It clomped around and seemed to fill the living room with its size."

"I wouldn't have it. I ordered her to take him back to the barn, but she only smiled and shook her head no. She said she wanted to play with him – with his thing. She said it was fun. She said there was something she wanted to show me…"

"She took off her clothes. She became naked and she said how nice to be naked with him, to be with him and be warm… She knew she couldn't keep him for long inside – the heat would harm him; he was used to the cold. His coat had grown long and thick."

"She pressed her breasts and belly against his flank. She rubbed herself against him. Her teats expanded and hardened."

"'Do it, mother. Try it,' she said. She ran her hand under his abdomen."

"I refused. I was naked and I was eager for pleasure, and I had tried almost everything she had thought of… but I could not – then – rub myself against the shaggy side of a pony – an animal that weighed at least seven hundred pounds."

"He snorted and breathed like a bellows. He tossed his head. He smelled!"

"But Barby didn't mind. She was excited. She sank to her knees and handled him under there. She told me to look… Look…"

"I was… I was curious, a little, and disgusted. I went to my knees on his other side, opposite her, and watched. I didn't see how she could touch it. I saw it emerge a giant's organ."

"Barby touched it – ran her hands along it and was breathing fast, aroused, as she did it."

"She told me to watch… watch what happened…"

"She began to masturbate that animal! She spat on her hands for wetness and rubbed her cupped palms along that monstrous thing. It was terrifyingly long!"

"The beast neighed and stamped its hooves with delight… I'm sure it was delighted. It tossed its head and its blonde mane flew. It looked around at me and I saw that look in its eyes!"

"That look – Yes! Intelligence and cunning, and lascivious knowledge. I saw Satan in that animal's eyes."

"He smiled! That same evil smile. He let me know who was inhabiting that pony's body. My blood – yes, my blood went to ice and I moaned so that Barby asked if I was sick."

"I said no. I was trembling. I watched her as she continued to rub that immense thing."

"He got more and more frisky. He almost stepped on Barby once. I held his head down by the bridle. He snorted and I swear he groaned in that huge barrel of a chest."

"She was clasping his thing with both hands, she was rubbing it faster and faster, panting with the effort, watching the end of it. She said he was close to shooting."

"He almost danced away from her. He tried to pull away. He wanted to raise up and enter a mare. His instincts…"

"I held his head down. He almost pulled my arm out of its socket. He neighed loudly. His hoofs clopped on the rug."

"Then Barby gave a little scream of triumph and rubbed that monstrous organ furiously. It was a violent pinkish purple, and swollen and ugly and it jerked in her hands – his whole body seemed to jerk and a thick, syrupy jet of white stuff came out and spattered on the carpet."

"I recoiled. But I couldn't took away."

"More of it shot out ore and more. The rug under him was getting soaked with that awful male stuff. The air began to stink of it – that disgusting raw smell. It turns my stomach."

"Barby was laughing! She enjoyed the sight of it spurting out like that! She enjoyed making it happen!"

"I told her she could wipe it up, and wipe it up good! I told her to take him back outside, that she had had her fun!"

"She did. And she wiped that stinking, repulsive stuff up. Then she came to bed with me… and we… did things to each other."

"She was very passionate. She demanded my mouth and the use of the artificial things we had made – she was insatiable. She kept me doing things to her for hours."

"Yes – in her lovemaking to me – it was not love, it was lust incarnate, mutual satisfaction of diseased sex urges… she was ardent. She did to me everything I liked, for as long as I could stand it. At my point of exhaustion – when we finished – it was nearly dawn."

"We slept for ten hours. I was more tired than Barby – I dozed on after she left the bed the next afternoon."

"I woke up with the sound of that animal's hooves thumping on the floor in the living room."

"I went naked from the bedroom and found Barby with him, playing with him. She had stimulated him so that his thing was all the way out – that great obscene length – and she had a pail of water between her thighs, and she was washing it."

"I asked her what she was doing… and she said, 'Watch, mother, just watch!'"

"She soaped it and masturbated it – and that beast enjoyed it… he rolled his eyes at me."

"I was suddenly afraid. I couldn't tear my eyes from that huge organ. Barby was sliding her soapy hands to and fro on it, watching it like a slave, obeying the perverted master that had possessed her."

"She told me to come closer so I could see it shoot. She told me to touch it… do it with her!"

"God help me, I put my hand on it. It was like touching a wet snake. It was warm and clammy and revolting to touch."

"Barby said, 'Let's do it together.' She pressed my fingers around it. Yes – there was room for three hands on it, it was so long."

"It was a skin-crawling time for me… but I did it. I almost enjoyed the perversion of it, the abhorrent, loathsome…"

"We stroked our hands on it, faster and faster, kneeling half under him on each side. The only way we could see each other was by ducking our heads below his abdomen."

"His heavy girth was heaving so near my face. I inhaled the damp-sour smell of his thick coat. His left hind thigh rippled with muscles. He snorted and groaned. His hoof nearly hit my leg. It was dangerous, what we were doing."

"Barby said, 'I'm going to try something tomorrow.' And I knew… I KNEW what she meant. I said NO, but her voice was full of strange lust… something new, she had to keep trying new ways…"

"We kept on masturbating that huge thing. My arm was getting tired. The thickness in my loose, slippery grip seemed to swell and get harder. The beast became extremely prancy. Yet he seemed to know he had to stay put – he seemed to know he had to be careful not to step on us. But of course the evil intelligence in him guided his conduct. That was proved when – when Barby, the next day…"

"Barby kept saying she was going to try it. She was going to figure out a way to do it. I couldn't see her face, but her voice had a husky, reckless tone in it."

"I could not control her. I could not control myself. We were both in the malignant grip of our flesh-minds."

"Flesh-minds. The urges of our baser selves. The sin-minds in all of us which wait and wait and wait for their chance to take us over. They lurk in the pit of our brains and they grow strong and they scheme and plot for a weakness to happen, and then they make us do something dirty and it is full of pleasure, and they seduce us to more filthy acts and more, until we are in their control!"

"Yes, these flesh-minds are linked! They communicate with each other. They are in constant contact with Satan in his lair in the center of the Earth. In the depths… in the fire…"

"That was what happened to Barby. She was weakened by her illness and idleness… and the Devil found evil for her idle hands to do. She slipped and soon she was over the edge – sinking into total degradation… and she took me with her! She awakened my flesh-mind and fed it and overwhelmed me! She and Satan! I could not stand against them!"