R Geis - A donkey named Peter

"I saw him start – the first powerful thrust of his rump – the flexing of his broad thigh muscles."

"I cried Barby's name – she tried to speak but his plunge into her and the pressure of his heavy belly on her chest as he moved made her breath puff out in a kind of grunt."

"I started forward to get him away."

"She saw me. She had her head turned to avoid the long hair from under his chest. She gasped for me to not do anything."

"There was an expression on her face amazed and exalted – and wonder and pain in her wide eyes."

"The pillow did work for her – it did act as a kind of limit on his penetration – but, oh, God, he was into her so far… so terribly far, with that thick thing… ugly wet and like a purple-skinned hose…"

"She reached up on each side of his barrel and seemed to hug him, to hold him. Her fingers gripped his shaggy winter coat like death."

"And the horrible sounds they made – the awful squelching sound of him there – in her – and her grunts and groans as he went in each time. And that animal's own bellowing breath – so loud!"

"I stood frozen, watching, my hands to my mouth. Frightful moments passed… and Barby didn't try to escape, or call for help."

"She had her eyes closed tight. Her face wrinkled each time his massive organ plunged so deeply into her belly. Her mouth sucked air. She kept her tight grip in his coat."

"Her legs were flung wide. The strings holding the holed pillow to her had broken but I saw it didn't matter – Diablo wore the pillow on the base of his thing like a hilt."

"She cried: 'Mother – mother, it's like… it's incredible! It's like being in a hurricane!'"

"The awful squelching sound of that… intercourse… became wetter and faster. The beast was doing it more and more – just crushing forward into her."

"She cried – I can't forget – 'I love it, I love it – I'm his slave now – ' And she kept on grunting and wincing and gasping… 'Oh, Master – Master!'"

"I knew who her Master was!"

"The sofa was being pushed little by little, each time he bumped the end with his legs as he as he went into her. The end of the sofa came up against the wall by the kitchen door."

"That beast blew gusts of air from his nostrils. It sprayed the sofa with spittle. He rolled his eyes with the madness of his lust."

"It was absolutely terrifying to see him pounding into her body. Barby was being butted into, pushed, ravished."

"I couldn't understand how she could stand it. She must have been in agony from the size of him. But she was holding onto him now to keep herself in position for his continuing thrusts."

"Then – oh – the time for his… the stuff… into her – it shot into her… it gushed out of her as that thing went in – pouring it in and squishing it out… She screamed – that pressure – that horrible male-stuff – so match of it and then… it was over. The animal lost all interest in her. He put his legs down sideways off the sofa and turned around… pulling out of her and leaving an awful dribbling trail…"

"Barby just lay there, arms wide, legs open… a sticky, wet mess of that stuff between her thighs, running from her core… she was gaping open like a red tunnel, all drippy with that stinking, disgusting stuff."

"Barby looked up at me… and her eyes were dreamy. 'I was nothing at all. I was just a tube of flesh and he used me. I wasn't a person. I was just meat. I was just meat.'"

"Those words cut into my mind – just meat. The male beast – that animal – was like every man wants to be – just a huge organ with no responsibilities or cares, who wants a woman to be just meat he can forget the moment his pleasure is over."

"I went to Diablo and pulled the pillow off of his shrinking, receding thing. It was about to drop to the carpet, anyway."

"The pillow was stained with his stuff, and with sweat. It stank. The whole house stank of completed lust."

"I started to throw the pillow into the fire-place for burning later, but Barby said, 'No, don't! We can use it again. We can wash it.' And so I threw the wet thing next to the soiled clothes hamper in the hall."

"I put on my clothes and took Diablo back out to the barn. When I got back I heard Barby in the tub, washing up."

"She called me into the bathroom. 'You've got to do it, too, Mom. It scares you to death at first, but then, but then you're one thousand percent woman. It's incredible.'"

"I said no, but she kept after me. She kept arguing and arguing… She was arguing for Satan. I knew it, but I was… I was had to find out."

"If Barby could take him, with that doughnut-like pillow on his thing, limiting him, why couldn't I? I was a mature woman and she was only a girl, a sixteen-year-old girl…"

"So, yes, yes, YES… I allowed myself to be convinced. I allowed her to convince me. I had to know what it was like – this ultimate degradation. I imagined that this adventure with Diablo, this would have to be the end of our moral disease. Somehow, I imagined that when the snow melted, our debauchery would melt and we would see the firm ground of decency again…"

"I was afraid, as Barby said she had been. My insides were watery and I had to go to the bathroom a lot, on the morning of the second day, the day we agreed I would try it."

"She went out, whistling, singing, and brought the brute into the house. He almost pranced up the stairs and across the porch. He neighed a greeting to me, as if he knew…"

"I was naked. I was dry-mouthed and nervous. I held the pillow clenched in my hands."

"Barby asked me if I wanted more… preparation. A few minutes before she had been doing delightful things to me with her mouth. I had been wet and passionate – but with that beast so near, with the time so near – my lust was gone."

"She managed it all. She led me to the sofa with its cushions arranged as before. She forced me to lie down and spread myself."

"My heart was shaking me. My stomach turned queasy as she led Diablo close to me. She held the reins taut. She urged him to rear up and cover me."

"He looked down at my naked body. He looked into my eyes. I saw his lust. I saw the Devil in his eyes. I turned cold. But I was petrified; I could not move or speak."

"That was the first terrifying part. He did rear up. Suddenly the great shaggy bulk of him was in the air over me – his legs and hooves were coming down at my head – his chest was coming down to crush me…"

"But his legs went beyond my head and his chest stopped inches from my breasts. His long underhair, off-white and dirty, brushed against my skin as he breathed – and as I breathed."

"I was gasping with fear. I could not see under him. I could not see my thighs and his… his huge thing."

"Barby said, 'I've got the pillow on him, Mom. Boy, is he ready for you! I barely touched him and it slid all the way out.'"

"I felt the end of his organ prodding at me hitting my thighs, and belly and close – close to my core."

"Barby said, 'Hang onto his coat. The first few seconds are rough.'"

"I felt her hand between my thighs, opening me with her fingers. The beast over me was blowing and snorting with eagerness. I felt the huge, blunt end of his thing – Oh, dear God, I was terrified. What made me lie there and let it happen?"

"That huge thing just – before I could prepare myself – it just plunged into me! I was suddenly stretched horribly… it was so thick! It was so terribly far into me – like a pole had been shoved into me – I screamed! I hurt so much! It was so massive! Dear God, I'll never forget it!"

"My whole belly was an ache – full of that gigantic organ. I did hold onto his sides. I gasped – the breath was pushed out of me – he was shoving and shoving! His great round hairy chest and barrel was pushing down on me and moving over me."